My aunt Beverly was sort of the family black sheep, but I loved her. She was my mother's older sister, and everything my mother wasn't - beautiful, sophisticated, worldly and open-minded. It was clear early on that my family didn't approve of her, but I adored her, and was thrilled when she'd come to visit. Aunt Beverly would talk about exotic places she had been to - Rome, Paris, Thailand - and I would dream of seeing them myself someday.
It was only later that I realized Aunt Beverly was a high-priced call girl, of course the reason for all the family disdain. But it only increased my fascination. I couldn't ask her about it at home, but sometimes she'd take me out for ice cream and I'd pepper her with questions.
When I started dating, it was Aunt BeverIy I would call with questions about boys and sex, and she was always so honest and helpful, with none of the fretting and judgement I got from my parents.
And then I met Dan, and fell in love and got married. It was complete bliss, and an absolute frenzy in the bedroom, but then things calmed down and we settled into a routine. I didn't like it.
"I don't know what to do, Aunt Beverly! He's sweet and loving, but he doesn't seem to feel much passion anymore. Where did it go?" I moaned into the phone. Beverly made sympathetic noises and we made plans for dinner that weekend.
She treated me to the nicest restaurant in town. Beverly looked sensational, of course, and the maitre d' and waiters treated her like royalty. The wine helped lubricate the conversation, and she listened through oysters, lobster and heart of palm salad. Finally she took my hand and spoke.
"Men are simple creatures, dear. They like comfort and familiarity, but what excites them is novelty. You must find ways to surprise your husband if you want to excite him."
"But how do I do that?" Her laugh was a sparkling tinkle that made me smile in spite of myself.
"Oh, so many ways!" Beverly said and laughed again. We made plans to go shopping the following day, then she leaned close and offered suggestions for when I got home that night.
I was a little loopy by the time I got home and Dan was curious to hear all about my dinner. I staggered a little and he caught me as we both laughed. I told him all about the glamorous hotel restaurant, the fancy meal, and the way the waiters and other diners couldn't take their eyes off of my fabulous aunt. I sighed.
"She's so gorgeous, don't you think?" I turned my back so he could unzip my dress.
"I guess so," he said. I let my dress fall to the floor and turned in my bra and panties, pressing myself against him.
"it's ok," I said. "If I were a man, I'd want to fuck her." Dan laughed. I kissed him passionately.
"Would you like it if I dressed sexy like Beverly?" I asked, my hand trailing down his chest and stomach, and pausing at his waist.
"Um, I guess," he said, clearly confused and a little wary. I lowered my hand and rubbed his growing bulge.
"Oh! I think you would!" I giggled. I squeezed his cock.
"Would you like to take me out in a low-cut dress and watch all the men try to get a peek at my tits?" I squeezed him again and he moaned. "I guess so!" I laughed. I let him go and turned around.
"Can you unhook my bra, please?" He did so with fumbling hands. I held it in place and turned around, holding it to my body. "Sit on the bed, please," I said, "And close your eyes." He was so obedient! I could learn to like this.
