Ingrid was a Swedish Au pair my Uncle and Aunt hired to look after my two young cousins for 12 months. She was very much a product of her country, blonde, blue eyed, leggy, pale skinned and with tits strained to explode from under the ultra-tight tops she liked to wear.
She was no blushing virgin that was for sure, I might have only been an 18 year old boy but I knew a slut when I saw one and Ingrid and had SLUT written all over her pretty little face.
All the same my Uncle and Aunt liked her and so did the kids and she was so enthusiastic about her stay in America you couldnât help but find her appealing in a sickly sweet sort of way.
My nameâs Mike by the way and I was staying with my Uncle and Aunt in Boston for a while as my parents were going through a messy divorce and they wanted me out of the house. To be honest I wanted to be out of the house too, because their continual bickering was getting on my nerves. I jumped at the chance to stay with Uncle Pete and Aunt Cathy.
My cousins were a couple of six years old pains in the butt but mostly I didnât see much of them as Aunt Cathy is a real hands on mommy, and she likes to look after the kids herself. However this summer she was pregnant with her third child and needed some help, hence the hiring of an Au-pair who turned out to be the luscious Ingrid.
I noticed immediately that my Uncle Pete was attracted to Ingrid. Uncle Pete is a good father and husband but heâs not been getting his conjugal rights for some time what with Aunt Cathy looking like a beached whale with her swollen belly and constant morning sickness.
So as you imagine I was only marginally surprised when I came across Ingrid giving Uncle Pete a blow job. I had come early from a game of tennis. I had lost several sets and was feeling kind of grumpy. I had intended to go to the Mall with my friends but I decided to cut my losses and go home.
I knew Aunt Cathy was over at her sisterâs for the weekend with the kids and wouldnât be back until late Sunday evening. It was Friday afternoon when I quietly let myself in the house, relieved that my hormonal Aunt and brattish cousins would be nowhere in sight.
I donât know why I didnât call out when I let myself in. I normally do, but for some reason, this time I didnât. I think I knew something was happening, I donât know how but I did. Although my sexual experiences havenât been up to much, I do know about blow jobs.
Thereâs a girl at school that is an expert on cock sucking and she gone down on me several times and given me a great blow job. The door to the lounge was partly open and through the crack in the door I saw my Uncle was leaning against the oak bureau that resides on the other side of the room. His eyes were closed and he was breathing heavily
I opened my mouth to speak, thinking he might not be well when I saw why he was breathing heavily. My eyes widened at the sight I was beholding and I almost laughed out loud. On her knees, in front of Uncle Peteâs crotch was non other than Ingrid. Her golden head was bobbing back and forth on his slick wet cock; I could see it sliding in and out of her wide luscious mouth.
I must say that for a 40 year old my Uncle is a handsome guy. I'm not being vain when I say I turn heads when I walk down the street as does Uncle Pete.
We're both six footers, both nicely tanned, he looks ten years young than he actually is, I look at least twenty five, there's not a grey hair on his head, I've got ash blonde hair to his brown, he runs eight miles a day, I play football, he goes to the gym at least three times a week as do I.
It was no wonder therefore that Ingrid was willing to put out for my Uncle. She was holding onto his hips for leverage and she was practically eating his balls with each hard thrust of his cock down her throat.
I felt a tightening in my pants and realised that I was getting a hard on watching the action.
At that moment Uncle Pete opened his eyes and looked directly at me watching him. He was momentarily startled and then a slow smile passed over his lips. Strangely enough I wasnât bothered at being caught watching him with Ingrid. I wagged my finger at him and shook my head but I was grinning from ear to ear.
I backed away from the door and silently mounted the stairs that would lead to my bedroom. I wanted to jack myself off in the confines of my room, Iâd leave Ingrid to get on with her job at hand and I certainly wouldnât say anything to Aunt Cathy about Uncle Peteâs indiscretion!
Later that evening I was listening to some music on my stereo in my room when my Uncle came to see me. I raised my eyebrow at him and he grinned at me sheepishly.
âYou werenât supposed to see that,â he said, âIâve never been unfaithful to your Aunt before but Iâve been gagging for a fuck for months, Ingrid is quite obliging if you know what I meanâŚâ
âI wonât say anything to Aunt Cathy,â I said knowing full well why my Uncle was in my room and he looked relieved.
âYouâre a good kid Mike,â he said smiling at me, âIngridâs a hot little bitch isnât she?â
I nodded my head in agreement.
âLook,â Uncle Pete said taking me by surprise, âIngrid doesnât want Cathy to find out about her and me, she likes Cathy and the kids, sheâs real worried that you might say something, I said you wouldnât but only if she was, well, willing to put out for you too, sheâs more than agreeable, I think she has the hots for you too!â
âOh,â I said and I began to smile, âReally?â
âSheâs one great fuck,â Uncle Pete said, âAre you up for it?â
âSure,â I said turning off my stereo, âIâd love to fuck the little slut.â
Uncle Pete grinned and slapped me on the shoulder.
âSheâs a real slut alright,â he agreed with me, âShe wants us both to do her at the same time!â
My heart pounded in my chest and I felt my cock begin to tighten in my pants.
Together we went to find Ingrid who was waiting for us in Uncle Peteâs bedroom sitting on the edge of the bed. She smiled at me.
âHello Mike,â she said in her throaty guttural accent and giving me a deliciously wide smile, âIâm so glad youâre not going to tell on meâŚâ
I turned to my Uncle.
âAre you sure she is up for doing us both?â I demanded, âI donât want to get short changed here.â
âIngrid could fuck a football team and still want seconds,â Uncle Pete assured me with a laugh, âCome on, let me introduce you to some of Ingridâs finest assets, first stop her tits!â
We sat on either side of Ingrid who draped her on arm other my shoulder and one arm over Uncleâs Peteâs. She was wearing a tight fitting sleeveless t-shirt that barely covered her huge jugs.
Uncle Pete pulled the flimsy material over her tits to reveal what I already knew; Ingrid was not wearing a bra.
I reached for her left tit and began to fondle it. Uncle Pete did the same with her right tit. Ingrid gave a gasp and arched her back.
âOh yes!â she purred in her guttural accent, âThat is so niceeeeeeeeeâŚ..â