Sorry for the HUGE delay in submitting this final chapter. This was due to a number of reasons that I won't bore you with. Thanks to those who have submitted feedback and have enquired about the final chapter.
Next time I write a story I'll try to write the whole thing and submit it a chapter at a time rather than try to write a chapter at a time as I submit the previous one.
Hope you like this anyway.
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Although I hadn't drunk much alcohol the previous evening, I had enjoyed a few drinks. It had taken me a while to get to sleep, too. It was hardly surprising. I mean, I'd never before slept beside a married woman, let alone one whose husband was dozing on the other side of her on the king-sized bed!
I had partnered Lucy and Bill, with the raunchy Lucy sharing her favours and attentions between us. I was now discovering the true naughty allure of swinging. It wasn't just about having different partners. It was all about the excitement and shame of being watched by the husband as you enjoyed his wife. But it was also about the sordid delight of watching - and joining, as the invited interloper - man and wife in what should be their most intimate and private act. To be truthful both elements were equally exciting. And equally shameful.
That, along with the excitement of the last few hours, as well as the limited amount of sleep that I had recently had over several nights alone with my aunt in her bed, caused me to awaken slowly and gradually.
The curtains softened the daylight that filled the room. I was lying on my side, and as I opened my eyes I saw before me the slender, naked back of a woman, her dishevelled chestnut hair veiling the nape of her neck and resting on her shoulders. My eyes followed the soft, smooth skin and the contours of Lucy's back, running down its hollow to where it disappeared under the bedsheet, which reached just above her waist.
I recalled being vaguely aware of Bill getting off the bed at some point in the night, and, sure enough as I glanced across, he was lying asleep on a futon that faced the bed on which I was now lying next to his naked wife. The whole situation was surreal, and I blushed with embarrassment. I knew he had only done it so he could sleep more comfortably, but it almost seemed that he had bestowed his conjugal rights on me. He was breathing deeply. He had drunk quite a bit more than I had.
I was getting hard as I studied the form of his wife Lucy, recollecting the feel of her body and skin, and the sensation of being inside her married, mature body. I also thought how just a few hours earlier she had alternated her favours between her husband and I.
Despite all that had happened between us, I was too embarrassed now to take the initiative in Bill's presence. Instead I contented myself with gently lifting the lemon-coloured bedsheet that covered us both, to gaze on her better.
Her hips were not broad but they did flare nicely from her waist. Similarly her backside was not big, but it was curvy and in good proportion to her slender frame. My eye was drawn to the cleft that separated her buttocks, and blushed as I thought of the occasion the previous week -on this very marital bed, in fact - when she had even invited me to have anal sex with her. As I glanced once more at her husband I blushed deeper, and at the recollection of how, at her insistence on that occasion, I had called her lewd names as I came inside her.
It was only then that I was suddenly aware of another presence. On the bed, beside and behind me as I lay on my side. I have already mentioned that I awoke gradually. In addition, the sights and feelings I have just described all occurred within just a few moments and flooded my senses, making me oblivious to other details. I rolled slightly onto my back and twisted my neck round.
Close to my face and near the headboard was a pair of feet. Attached to it was a pair of strong calves and long legs. There was no doubt whose they were, but instinctively I rolled further over and turned my head to check.
Aunt Anne's pale pink chemise was almost entirely plain. It was made of satin, and reached just below her knees. Under it, her flattish stomach and little breasts rose and fell with her breathing. She was lying the opposite way to Lucy and I, with her head at the foot of the bed and her feet by the headboard, to take up less space beside us. The upper bedsheet was loosely bunched over me and did not cover her at all. Her face looked serene as she lay there asleep, her dark straw hair framing her face untidily yet naturally. She must have joined us on Bill and Lucy's bed some time after Bill had moved to the futon and when the three of us were asleep.
The satin of her chemise gleamed a little in the soft daylight, which created subtle highlights and shadows on the fabric. The stretches, creases and looser folds in the satin where it hugged or draped over her seemed somehow very sensual and I watched the rise and fall of her stomach and little breasts under it with each breath she took.
I rolled over onto my back and tilted my head to look up her hem. Her inner thighs were parted a little and were slightly shadowed inside the pink satin. Her posture hid her crotch from view but by now I well knew what it looked like, and imagined it as I gazed upon where the soft pink fabric covered it. I admired the half-discernible curve of her mound through it.
I felt my erection begin to harden.
I also felt acutely embarrassed, though. As far as I knew, only Lucy knew Aunt Anne's and my secret. There was no way of knowing whether her husband Bill would be outraged or turned on by it. I was shocked, too, that my aunt had created such a situation.
As I seemed to be the only one who was awake, I contented myself with lying on my back and glancing from my aunt to Lucy and back again. Shame and apprehension had made my erection abate, but now it revived as I looked from one of them to the other and recalled the moments of illicit pleasure and ecstasy I had enjoyed - separately - with each of them.
I felt Lucy stir and saw her hand fumble behind her back. I watched in half-horror as I saw it snake round and feel for my member. Irrationally, although Lucy had seen me having sex with Aunt Anne, I was acutely embarrassed at the prospect of Aunt Anne waking and watching me with her friend. Don't ask me to explain why being watched by my aunt seemed more taboo than having sex with her. I'm just stating my mixed up feelings about it all.
Lucy rolled over and smiled at me, then flicked her tongue mischievously over her narrow lips. Her brown hair was quite dishevelled and fell forward, covering her cheeks. She gently straddled me and kissed me on the mouth and I felt her stomach press gently down against my erection. She brushed her breasts against my chest, then more firmly, then softer again. She began to thrust her belly lightly against me. My member began to harden with her weight and gentle but rhythmic rubbing. Her soft pubes rubbed my thigh. They were soft and silken. After a few minutes of humping and rubbing her hairy pussy against me I felt her dampness appear on my skin. It was very lewd and very erotic.
She raised herself on her elbows and I gazed as she lowered her B-cup breasts to my face. They sagged a little, and I stared at her nipples and at her piercing. Her eyes were bright and intense, and I stroked her untidy brown hair. She caressed my cheeks and my mouth with her semi-soft orbs and rubbery nipples. I closed my eyes and sighed contentedly. My embarrassment and shame were giving way to desire. Her nipple rested on my lips. I tugged on it gently and licked the hard gold piercing.
She whimpered. I glanced anxiously at her husband, Bill, but he still seemed fast asleep. If he wasn't, I told myself, he was a good actor and plainly content with my pleasuring of his wife. I resumed tugging on her nipple with my lips and licking it, pressing it flat with my tongue and releasing it. It was now tautening in response.
Lucy laughed softly and took my wrist in her hand. My gaze fell on her wedding ring. To my horror she edged my hand to Aunt Anne's leg stretched out beside us. I resisted, fearful at the prospect of Bill awaking and seeing, but Lucy licked her lips suggestively and nodded assertively. I watched, now almost powerless, as she inched my hand slowly, inexorably, to my aunt's shin. I stifled a gasp as my fingers touched her soft skin. I stiffened, not wanting to wake her, yet half-hoping I would, as Lucy guided my hand lightly up and down the soft skin of my aunt's calf.
I'd touched and kissed her there several times already over the last few days, including in Lucy's presence and at her instigation. I'd also had sex with Lucy, of course. But Bill's sleeping and oblivious presence added a whole new taboo flavour to what was taking place now with his wife - and with my aunt.
Aunt Anne began to stir. For a brief moment I got a glimpse up her pink chemise of her crotch, shaved except for a narrow vertical line of short-cropped sandy hair above it.
Her chemise shimmered alluringly as she half sat up. Her dark-straw hair fell over her face and she brushed it aside. The undercurve of her little breasts was silhouetted through the pink satin against the daylight. The half-visibility of their shape was intensely arousing. One puffy nipple pressed slightly against the silky fabric, too.