Aunt Rae became more and more daring as our relationship developed. I wasn't just going along with her, I was loving every second and encouraging her, as our behaviour became riskier and riskier.
Rae had never, she told me, had a sexual partner willing to fully indulge her kinks of exposure and risk of getting caught in the act, until she met me. She'd had plenty of men who would go along with it for a while, but they always, she said, reached a limit beyond which they would not go, very quickly -- fear overpowering arousal.
I was like Rae -- the riskier it was, the harder I got.
We'd agreed, sitting by her pool after the events described in the previous chapter, that we'd both like to see how far we could push our little games with a new unwitting participant - my girlfriend, Sally, who knew nothing of my relationship with Rae, of course, and had in fact never met her. She'd seen a photo of Rae on a cabinet in my house and remarked that she "looked pretty", but they'd yet to come face to face.
We never plan our adventures in much detail -- the spontaneity is part of the arousal, so we got as far as Rae turning up the next time I had Sally stay over, and see where it went from there.
My parents are pretty liberal and, being that we were both consenting adults anyway, they had no problem with Sally sleeping at our house whenever she wanted to.
Sally lives quite a distance away, so when she arrived on Friday afternoon it was with what seemed to me to be a comically giant case on wheels in order to see her through to Monday evening when she was due to leave.
After we ate that night we took possession of the family TV room and settled on the sofa to choose a movie.
Within a minute all the lights went out and dead silence fell, broken only by my Dad shouting emergency advice to his house full of grown adults.
"Don't worry, I have a torch. Stay where you are and I'll come to you."
Sally and I chuckled to each other as Dad's emergency plan kicked into action. He was loving it.
So was I, as I took the opportunity to lean in and kiss Sally deeply, her tongue flicking into my mouth as she moaned a little -- she really loves to be kissed, especially when I put my hand under her hair and stroke the back of her neck, which I did now.
I was getting hard, and I suspected Sally would be starting to dampen her panties as we got more and more passionate.
The lights came on, to cheers from the household, except from Sally and I as we jumped apart guiltily even though we were alone in the room.
Then the lights went out again, then on again, then out with a feeling of finality, the house cheering and moaning with each change.
I took advantage of the situation and was straight back onto Sally, kissing her and running my hand over her thigh, just getting to the point of touching her cunt through her jeans when there was a loud knock at the door.
Dad, who was messing about with the circuit breakers, shouted at me to get it, and, sighing, I stood, my cock obvious in it's erect state inside my jeans, and opened the door. Our neighbour stood on the step, glancing behind me to confirm our house was too, in darkness. Satisfied it wasn't just her house suffering the power outage, she glanced down, her eyes lingering for a second on the bulge in my jeans, smiled and wandered back to her house. She looked back over her shoulder at me as she got to her door and I waved.
"Flirting with the elderly, Danny?" came a voice I knew well.
I saw aunt Rae strolling down the driveway, her car parked on the darkened street.
I grinned as I stood aside to let her in.
"She's not a day over 70." I said.
Rae deliberately rubbed against me as she passed into the house, her hand casually drifting over the lump in my jeans, making my cock twitch.
"Been having fun?" She asked.
I shut the door behind us and followed her in.
After some confusion we were all gathered in the lounge, a couple of candles sputtering on the table in the middle of the room, the family, including Rae, arranged around it on various sofas and chairs. Dad was trying to convince everyone that the power would be back on in no time at all, but the evidence seemed to say otherwise -- it had been out for at least two hours by now -- this was no simple circuit breaker reset job.
Sally and Rae had been introduced, and said a few polite words. I noticed Rae examine Sally carefully in the gloom, then her eyes flicked to me and she gave a small smile, approving, I thought.
I'd complained good-naturedly about our night being ruined, having realised almost the moment Rae turned up that this could be a golden opportunity.
Cottoning on instantly, Rae offered for all of us to go and spend the night with her -- it was just her and Bob, they had plenty of room and food, and we'd be more than welcome.
Mum and Dad and my other family members gracefully declined, although I could see that if it were not for Dad and his unshakeable faith in his ability to will the power back on, they would actually have abandoned him and the ship and driven over to Rae's as fast as they could find the car keys in the darkness.
I looked quickly at Sally, an eyebrow raised, and, after a moment's hesitation, she nodded.
"We'll take you up on that, Rae." I said.
Rae grinned and stood.
"No time like the present." She said, and, with goodbyes all round, we hopped into Rae's car, Sally's luggage still packed and in the boot, and drove the short distance to her and Bob's house.
The bright lights and welcoming sounds of the TV as we walked in were a little jarring after our short time "off-grid", but it was all very reassuring as we flopped down onto the sofa opposite Bob, who greeted us warmly, was delighted to meet Sally, he said, and then went back to focusing on a recorded football match, beer in hand.
Rae arrived with snacks and wine, and we sat and talked, Sally and Rae with their shoes kicked off and their legs tucked under them as they covered a range of topics that even I was surprised to learn they had a shared interest in.
Rae was sitting opposite us, and I had a clear view of the tops of her stockings as her dress rode up where she sat. She'd positioned herself carefully and deliberately and my cock stayed hard as I gazed at her, trying to make out the line of her panties in the darkness between her legs. Sitting next to Sally, my face was, fortunately, hidden from my girlfriend.
In my aroused state I had started, absent-mindedly, to stroke my fingers along the bare flesh on Sally's back, between her t-shirt and the top of her jeans, dipping low enough to run them under the elastic at the waist of her panties. Sally had shuffled back towards my hand, giving me more access, so was clearly enjoying the contact.
Nothing escapes Rae, and as she walked behind us to go to the bathroom, I felt her glance down to see where my hand was, something I suspected she would bring up later.
As Rae passed Bob, focused though he was on the game, his eyes moved briefly to her ass - Bob remained very lustful towards his younger wife, even though, or perhaps even more because, he shared her with other men.
Eventually, horniness overtook Sally and I and we pleaded exhaustion at around midnight as retired to one of Rae's guest rooms, over the corridor from her and Bob's room.
Sally and I undressed and flopped on our backs, alongside one another, onto the comfortable bed, Sally taking my stiff cock in her hand and stroking it, slowly, distractedly, her voice genuinely sleepy now, as she told me what a lovely woman she thought Rae was.
Sally asked me, her tone changing slightly, if I thought Rae was attractive.
"She's my aunt, for goodness sake!" I protested.
"Well, she's married to your uncle, that's very different. I was just wondering because you seem to like looking at her. A lot." Said Sally.
"So?" she asked.
"Well," I said, "of course, it's obvious she's good looking, if you like her type."
"I think she's your type, Danny. She's the same type as me, for one thing."
This was true, whether consciously or not, I'd ended up with a girlfriend who shared several traits with Rae.
I struggled to find anything to say, and was amazed when Sally shuffled closer to me, laying on her side so that her lips brushed my ear, and started to stroke my cock faster.
"What do you like about her, Danny?" she murmured, her breath warm against my face, smelling sweetly of wine.
"It's OK, I want you to tell me. I won't hold it against you, I promise. Just tell me what you like about Rae, relax and tell me."
I cleared my throat, which had become a little constricted. I couldn't really believe this. Here I was planning to have an adventure with Rae while my girlfriend remained in the dark, and that same girlfriend was encouraging me to talk to her about Rae in a sexual way.
"Um." I said, quietly, "her ass. Her ass is amazing." I felt my cock twitch, and so did Sally.
Sally moaned a little, thrilled that I'd started talking. She stopped stroking my cock and spat on her hand, something I'd never seen her do before, and began again, her grip tighter now, her hand running from my balls all the way to the very tip, pausing to use a single finger on the hugely sensitive slit, before running down my cast-iron shaft again.
