I was busy working on an application for a job, something grown-up and responsible that might even require the occasional use of a suit when a text from Aunt Rae arrived. My heart rate rose a little, as it always does these days when I hear from Rae--it's never likely to be a boring conversation, and it had been some weeks since we had experienced one of our sexual adventures together.
"Are you alone? Can you be? Call me."
I felt the familiar twitch in my shorts as my cock responded to the lurid pictures I now associated with my Aunt flashed automatically through my mind; Rae on her knees, my cock in her mouth, Rae on her knees, my cock in her cunt, Rae riding me, her face glowing with sweat.
Christ, she sticks in your head once she's there.
I was alone in my room, somebody pottering about downstairs, but I knew from experience that anything I said or did would be inaudible from anywhere but directly outside the door, so I hit the speed dial for Rae and sat back in my gaming chair.
"Danny Boy!" Rae answered almost immediately.
"Hey! How are you? It's been a while." I said, genuine pleasure and eagerness in my voice, I knew.
Rae detected my excitement and chuckled, "Down, Danny boy, down. I've been thinking about something kinky -- want to hear?"
I sighed in mock exasperation. "You know very well I want to hear, Rae."
I could hear her breath as Rae spoke softly, her mouth close to the mic.
"You're still with the lovely Sally?"
I was instantly more aroused. Anything involving my girlfriend had to be inventive. I loved how Rae retained a constant interest in Sally and in our love life -- something which seemed to genuinely fascinate her, to the point where now and then she would ask me to tell her about the details of Sally and I fucking, or Sally blowing me at a party. At the same time, Rae gently masturbated, listening intently and asking me to repeat parts she found especially hot.
"Of course, why, Rae?" I asked, arousal making my voice a little gruff.
There was a brief pause as if Rae was considering her words carefully. This was surprising because she knew very well that my limits, as far as sexual exploits with her, were pretty elastic and very much broader than the average person, or so I imagined.
After what seemed like minutes, Rae murmured, "Would you like to see her fucked by another man?"
Straight away, my cock was fully erect, and I absent-mindedly dropped my left hand to my crotch to hold it, rubbing gently through my shorts.
Now it was my turn to pause, new images flashing through my mind -- filthy, pornographic scenes of my girlfriend being fucked and used in every imaginable way by faceless men, Sally's immense pleasure obvious as she came again and again. This took only seconds, and then I realized I'd been holding my breath and grasping my cock, and I exhaled.
"Fuck. Yes." I breathed into the handset.
I heard Rae's uneven breathing; her very slight groan was something I had heard before, and I knew she was masturbating.
"Good. Come over."
She hung up.
Trying to hide the massive tent in my shorts, I grabbed my car keys and raced out of the house, spinning tyres as I reversed out of the drive and gunned it to Rae's home, less than 15 minutes away.
Rae had been watching for me. When I arrived, she was waiting by the open front door, wearing a halter top and cut-off jeans, her toned, golden brown midriff deliciously exposed.
I noticed that the button and fly on her shorts were open, and as she pushed the door closed behind me, she pushed her fingers into my mouth. They were warm and sticky, and I greedily sucked her cum from them. Then she had her back to me, her shorts discarded, her panties stretched at her ankles, her feet far apart, bracing herself with her hands flat on the stairs, 5 or 6 steps up.
Neither of us spoke as I pulled my rock-hard cock out of my shorts and stepped between her legs. Rae had to stand on tiptoe to help me inside her because my cock was pointing at the ceiling, and I could barely move it to the horizontal.
As soon as I pushed inside her, hands on her soft, warm waist, Rae groaned, and I felt her cum on my cock -- her cunt gently squeezing my shaft.
I wasn't far off myself, and I could feel the orgasm rising in me as I fucked her hard and fast, her cunt juices running down my cock.
"You want to see her fucked?" I didn't have to ask who she was talking about.
"Yes", I muttered, "Oh God, yes, I do."
Rae whimpered a little, "Shall we arrange that...?"
"Yes. Who?" I grunted, teeth clenched.
"Oh God, I'm cumming again..." moaned my Aunt as I felt her cunt spasm.
"Bob." She said, loud, clear.
"Oh my fucking God..yes.." I said directly into her ear as I bent over Rae, dropped my palms flat to the stairs on either side of her and emptied myself into her, cumming for many seconds, launching hot, heavy and sticky spurt after spurt.
Bob is Rae's husband, my real uncle.
Later, we lay on the sofa together in Rae's front room, the garden doors open and a wonderful, warm late-summer breeze running lightly over our semi-naked bodies, Rae's head against my chest as I absently stroked her hair.
"You think he'll do it?" I asked.
"Bob? Of course, he will--you know how he is," replied my Aunt.
I did, indeed, know how Bob was. He was almost as sexually incontinent as his wife, and they had enjoyed an open, swinging and sharing relationship for years, each loving to watch the other with strangers, and the house covered in discrete cameras so that Rae could enable Bob to watch her adventures on the commonplace trips away from home that his business demanded.
They were always thinking up kinky scenarios for each other, but my relationship with Rae was the one subject off-limits, and Rae was adamant that he must never know that his nephew was fucking his wife. That's why I thought he might baulk at making a move on my girlfriend.
"He often mentions her -- how hot she is", continued Rae, which excited me even more -- I love men checking Sally out, imagining what they're thinking. It was a regular fantasy scenario we talked about in bed, and the theory turned Sally on immensely, prompting huge orgasms as I invented dirtier and dirtier scenes, whispered into her ear as we fucked.
"So the problem is Sally", she said.
I considered this for a moment.
"I think if she thought she was unobserved, never to be caught, and maybe, a little drunk -- you know she gets tipsy easily -- she might be, I don't know, seduced?" I said.
"Hmm", said my aunt ", maybe you're right, and Bob is very seductive when he wants to be", this with a chuckle.
"The Key thing, though," she continued, "is that Bob can't know it's a setup, or it won't work. He won't do it if he thinks I know--it'll touch his "taboo" sensitivity too hard."
Warming to the topic, I said, "Sally does have a thing for older men, I mean, much older."
Bob is 53, Sally is 24.
Also, I said, remembering and sitting up slightly as I did so, "That time you and Bob were fucking when we were in the guest room, and he made you cum? I think you said he was in your ass at the time -- anyway, it made Sally cum very, very hard -- maybe she was thinking of Bob."
Rae sighed with pleasure and nestled back into me.
"Then let's try it. You and I can go to a hotel and have the cameras enabled. We'll find a reason for Sally to come here while Bob is alone and see what happens. I have a good feeling about it.."
Knowing that Sally was entirely proper, I was more doubtful, coming from a semi-churchy background. Yes, she fucked like a machine, but I just wasn't sure she'd cheat on me that easily.
"Let's do it". I said, and we made a plan.
We had to wait a full 7 weeks before we could implement our plan, but we never gave up, and it became more and more of an obsession for us both, a frequent shared sexual fantasy we wanted desperately to happen in real life.
As usual, Sally was doing post-grad studies, and Bob was travelling.
Finally, there was a weekend where everyone was in town, and the collective social diaries were empty.
Rae invited Sally and me to have dinner and spend the evening with them, something we hadn't done for months. Sally enthusiastically accepted--she genuinely liked the company of my Aunt and uncle, and they were hers.
Sally had suggested that we all dress smartly and make a minor occasion of it, so on the evening in question, I watched from my bed as Sally tried on outfits before settling on a classy, knee-length white dress that hung off the shoulder, exposing her lovely neck and decolletage. I refer to it as her "wedding dress," I love how it clings to her incredible curves and accentuates her small bust.
Underneath, with a slow, teasing glance at me, Sally wore white lace panties cut in the French style and black stockings.
"You can help me take them off later", she murmured, a glassy, lustful look in her eyes.
I shuddered, hoping I'd see someone else take them off instead.
We kissed long and hard, and my cock was soon pressing against her tummy as I held her.
Suddenly Sally broke away, glancing at her watch, "fuck -- we're already late!"
We hurried over to Rae and Bob's, Sally teasing me by pulling her skirt up to her thighs as I drove, almost causing a minor traffic accident as I struggled to keep my eyes on the road, much to her amusement.
When we arrived, a slightly flustered-looking Bob opened the door, apron on, shirt open three buttons at the neck, ladle in hand. As always, the smell from the kitchen justified Bob's reputation as a brilliant cook.
He waved us inside, and we followed him as he hurried back to the stove, stirring a big pot of pasta sauce.
"Bolognese", he said, focused on his work as Sally leaned over the stove and kissed him on the cheek.
