My Wife Her Aunt Best Friend And Me

My ex-wife had more than a tinge of crazy from her family, and her Aunt Bonnie. Aunt Bonnie didn't share the DNA, but she was married to my ex-wife's Uncle Robby.

There were six siblings, and my ex-wife's mother was the oldest and the only girl.

Uncle Robby was the next oldest. Uncle Robby got messed up in the Navy with a PTSD designation from one of the times John McCain crashed his A4-E fighter jet into the crowd on a carrier. Her uncle wasn't hurt, but he learned how to turn the incident into a disability pension.

While Uncle Robby sat around, watched TV, and watched the sun rise and set, Aunt Bonnie worked in hospital care. The couple had three kids. My wife at the time was ten years younger than Aunt Bonnie and babysat some after school and on weekends.

The ex-wife's mother got pregnant in college and took money from the father for an abortion and then didn't do it. Her mother named her Gwendolyn and put her up for adoption, then vanished for twenty years. Then Gwen got shuffled between relatives but was mostly raised by her grandmother.

That's when I came in. Not with her mother-in-law returning, but I was the one that married Gwen.

Gwen and I had two kids. Then her mother appeared and showed up at my table every weekend with two more kids for Sunday dinner. After a few years of marriage and getting to know Gwen's family, I realized that her people were seriously fucked up.

The most seriously fucked up was Aunt Bonnie. Bonnie and Gwen had an aunt/niece, mother/daughter, sister kind of relationship. Yes, that's fucking crazy. Aunt Bonnie was also pretty forward with flirting, touching me, and running a hand over. Not so much a "fuck me" move, but disturbing.

One Saturday Aunt Bonnie showed up with a dude on a motorcycle. Bonnie looked really good on that motorcycle. It showed off her "ten" body and partially hid her "two" face. Bonnie was tits, ass, and a trim stomach. A cross between a Playboy bunny and a mud fence.

The guy on the bike? Someone who worked in another department at the hospital. I got through an hour of trying not to like the guy, but he seemed okay. The question in my mind was if he was fucking her. I'm from Indiana. I sometimes miss the obvious.

I questioned Gwen when they left.

"Bonnie would be entitled. She is the one with the job, and she works. Robby acts nuts to collect his disability. Not only does Robby not work, Aunt Bonnie says his dick doesn't work either."

"That makes him an at-home babysitter for his own kids while the wife works. Lots of guys do that. It doesn't write a blank check for the wife to cheat." I countered.

"You would see it that way." That's all the response I got from my wife.

A friend of mine ran a mom-and-pop store with gas pumps. He had trouble keeping school kids working the weekend night shift. Friday and Saturday were 4-hour shifts. It was back in the day when you could pay a kid $3.50 per hour, but not for a sport or date night. John paid me $50 to run the shifts in cash, and it made a world of difference with our household budget.

I had been on the job a couple of months when, on Friday night, just at closing, in came Bonnie, dressed in a bulky sweater and a blue full skirt. It was a football night at the high school, and her daughters were at the after-game dance until ten o'clock. I guess I appeared shocked at her being there just as I was starting to close.

"Don't worry, I won't bite. Then again, maybe I will." She smiled.

She watched me bring in the outside stuff after I shut off the lot lights and the gas pumps. Next it was kill the inside lights except for a dim one over the cash register, count the cash, and put it in the safe.

It was when I was counting the cash she got between me and the register and in a quiet voice told me:

"I'm not wearing a bra."

I had admired those tits for a few years and would love to get my hands on them.

"Like that would happen." They were sticking out like rockets.

"No, really!"

She cupped her tits in each hand and paraded them around under the sweater, then raised one side of her sweater up and showed me a bare boob. Then played a little more before popping out the other one for me to see.

She bounced and danced a little in the dim light before raising the front of her sweater to show them both.

I'd never seen tits that large, that firm, and that beautiful. They had to be D-cups and stood high on her chest. She dropped the sweater back down and rubbed her back against my chest.

"I'd feel terrible if you didn't at least cop a little feel."

I was feeling the warmth of her body, that incredible body touching mine.

My mind was telling me, "Grab those tits, work them over."

Then my mind told me, "She's your wife's aunt. You've never seen two women so close. It's a test! It's a fucking trap!"

Then the thought was, "Maybe Gwen is fucking some guy and Bonnie knows. Or, maybe Gwen fucked motorcycle guy and this is revenge."

I put my hands under her sweater and fondled her tits. They were glorious!

My final thought was, Bonnie is hot to trot. Maybe she wants to fuck!"

She looked over her shoulder at me and raised the front of her skirt.

"Maybe I'm not wearing panties either." She cooed.

What the hell? In for a penny... I moved one hand down and found pubic hair and then a wildly wet pussy slit. Two fingers went in easily, and I gently pushed them into her, causing her to moan loudly.

"Oh, God. There's got to be a place to fuck in here!"

"There is. There's a table in the back." I answered.

I led her into the back, moved some boxes off the table, and watched her raise her skirt and scoot bare-assed naked onto the table. There was enough light from an old Coca-Cola clocked to give a good view of her cunt. As a brunette, she had dark hair on her snatch. Not excessive, but much more than her niece. Her cunt lips were parted, knowing what they wanted.

I stepped out of my shoes, flung off my pants and underwear, and stepped into position. The look on Bonnie's face was that of needing to be fucked. Then she changed the game a little.

"You know, I haven't been fucked in a week." She patted her pussy.

It took me a few seconds to catch on before dropping to my knees and pushing my tongue into her slit. She grabbed the back of my head and pulled me in tight. She started to tremble. Her wetness became wetter, she started to convulse, and her fluids flowed onto my tongue. I loved her taste on my tongue.

"More?"

"No, I need you to fuck me!"

"So, I fucked her. I loved fucking her. She could fuck way better than her younger niece, and I made her cum. Sometimes my wife could be difficult to bring to orgasm, and that may have been from being raised around uncles.

I could feel Bonnie building up. It was going to be intense. It might have been silly, but I had to ask.

"I'm about to cum. Where..."

"In me. Come in me. I want to feel you cum inside me. Give me your cum. God damn it, fuck me!"

I ascertained she didn't want me to pull out as her legs wrapped around my waist.

And, there it went. A big load of cum deep inside my wife's Aunt Bonnie's cunt. I envisioned it splashing into her cervix, working into her womb, looking for an egg to fertilize. Cumming inside Aunt Bonnie can take your knees out from under you.

I stayed coupled with her for a couple of minutes, forgetting where I was and not feeling guilty for fucking her.

I don't know the inclination to think I could knock up Bonnie. I found out later that was never going to be a problem.

Bonnie nudged me a little to get up. My cock slid out of her as we dropped a puddle onto the floor.

"I'd better get back to the car and wait for the girls to come out of the dance."

"Gosh! Wham, bam, thank you, ma'am, huh?"

"Well, unless you can fuck me again right away."

Seeing her naked in the semi-darkness already had me at half-staff.

"Get back on the table and we'll see."

Bonnie got right back on the table and spread those thighs for me to fuck her. I pushed into her cunt and started to stroke.

"Don't worry about me. I'll cum when your seed spurts into me. Fuck me like I'm your cum dump."

Three or four minutes, and she had another well-earned load of seed inside her. Even the hurry-up orgasm was more than her niece ever could muster. Aunt Bonnie was made for sex.

We were dressed and back out into the store. We didn't kiss at all. It was all about the fuck.

"I'd better get to the car."

I unlocked the side door and looked around.

"Where is your car?"

"It's at the school. I couldn't hardly park it here and fuck you inside."

There was a walking path from the intersection out to the school for the townie kids. Bonnie could walk it at night and not be recognized.

She had a few parting words.

"I would have fucked you the first time Gwen brought you to the house and told me that you two were getting married. And now I want it whenever I can get it."

She turned and walked away with a shake and a flair to her hips.

A little panic set in. First of all, "What have I done?" Then how do I account for the extra 20 minutes I was going to be late at home? Yeah, and clean up that puddle in front of the table.

The kids were always in bed when I got home. Gwen didn't mention the time or that I was late. I hoped she didn't want to fuck. I'd have to pretend she was her Aunt Bonnie for me to get it up again.

Gwen didn't want to fuck. It was the middle of the next week before she showed any interest. I think I walked in once when she had her fingers in her cunt. I backed out and heard her moan and gasp. Fine with me. I wish I would have watched.

As fate would have it, the very next day we had the kids out to lunch, and I was due at the store at five when Gwen suggested we stop by Bonnie's to check on her and the kids. I tried to sound disinterested in going, but guilt let us visit. It was probably a drop-dead moment for Bonnie when we pulled into her drive.

By the time we piled from the car and Gwen got our youngest from the car seat, I was a wreck, but Bonnie seemed to be in control.

"Hello, Gwen. Hi, kids. And there's that handsome husband." She gave my shoulder a little tap. Pretty much normal from Bonnie.

We went in the house. Robby was in his chair watching a game, drinking a beer. Nothing had changed. I sat with Robby while the women went in the kitchen to talk to her girls.

It was the usual hit-and-miss bullshit conversation between me and Robby. All along, I'm sitting three feet away thinking, "I fucked your sexy wife last night for you... twice!"

You can't say that out loud. Then Gwen dragged the girls in to say hello. I felt awkward, feeling that their dad didn't know what I had done, yet they somehow knew what had happened. Then it was me and Robby again, talking about the game and me thinking about fucking his wife.

That was a pretty interesting thing to do, talking to someone after you've fucked their wife, if you've been there, done that.

Then on to the mayhem in the kitchen. Bonnie's girls are in high school; our kid is too young for school. I kept getting in and out of the conversation. Bonnie kept ending up close to me. My mind kept reminding me how my dick felt working in and out of her cunt. She knew she was getting to me. When Gwen was distracted talking to her cousins, Bonnie leaned toward my ear and whispered:

"I can still feel your cum inside me."

Yeah, so I went back to talking to Robby. The sentence kept playing on a loop in my head:

"I fucked your wife, and she loved it. I fucked your wife, and she loved it. I fucked your wife, and she loved it.

It was a short visit. The cousins didn't interact much, and Bonnie's girls went to their rooms. Our two hung on their mom, anxious to leave. As Gwen buckled in the youngest Bonnie, she had me far enough away to whisper,

"I'd fuck you right here on the spot if I could!"

"Me, too!" I smiled. It looks like our game is most certainly on.

Gwen wanted to fuck that last Wednesday night. I made believe she was Bonnie through the whole thing to keep myself hard.

Friday night was an away game for the team. I wasn't expecting to see Bonnie, but she stopped at the store at about 6:30 when she dropped her girls off to ride the fan bus to the game. It was a nice night. I had ridden my bike in to work.

Bonnie held back for the register area to clear, then came forward with some bread and a gallon of milk.

"I didn't see your car. I didn't know you were working."

I waved toward the bike at the back.

"I was looking for a little exercise myself." She grinned. "The bus gets back about 9:30 to 9:45."

"Do you want me to meet you at your minivan?"

"The girls will smell pussy."

As I brought in the outside stuff right before closing, Bonnie slipped in the side door. I turned out the lights, and she was at my side. She kept teasing my dick while I tried to count the cash and get it in the safe.

We hustled back to the back table. Bonnie was wearing sweats, which she quickly removed. With her dark hair and dark clothes, no one was going to see her coming down the path. There was nothing but naked Bonnie under the sweats.

She scooted onto the table and spread those legs. Her pink slit shone in the dim light, parting her dark cunt hair. I could smell her lust. Aunt Bonnie was well into fuck mode, and those tits were spectacular.

I stepped up to put it in. I looked from where I was about to put my dick, then up to her face.

"No one's been there since you last week."

"Do you want me to... " I let the words hang in the air.

"We don't have much time."

"Maybe just a little taste!"

I buried my face and sucked in her very essence. Good pussy! Absolutely perfect. I'd say Aunt Bonnie came in ripe for an orgasm or had an extremely hair trigger. I needed to swallow twice to keep up with the flow.

Then it was me fucking her. Her cunt makes a wonderful grip on a cock and somehow seems to grip the head and try to pull it in deeper.

The clock seemed to be moving incredibly fast. I put a load in her, and her cunt sucked it towards her cervix.

The toilets are inside the store. We went into the ladies' together. She sat on the toilet. I could hear cum dripping into the water. She was unrolling toilet paper to wipe her slit. I turned on the water to wash my dick.

"No! Let me get that."

She pulled me to her, still on the toilet, and took my cock in her mouth, giving it a fantastic 60-second cleaning.

"There. That should be good enough to get you past my niece."

It was the first time she called Gwen her niece to me.

I'll always have the image of her moving naked through the store to get into her sweats. Sweats on, shoes on her feet, and she was out the side door and into the darkness on the path.

I double-checked everything in the store and was on my bike at 9:30. At 9:40 I saw the fan bus headed towards the high school. Ten minutes later I was home.

"Was your ride home okay?" Gwen asked, sounding like he didn't give a shit how it went.

"I rode through town and came home the back way. It's a nice night out there."

I rather enjoyed the bicycle ride. Saturday night I rode to work, too. Bonnie couldn't get away, so I added a few miles to the trip, adding about ten miles out into the cornfield line roads and back. Gwen didn't seem to mind.

The next Friday night was a local game with the dance after. Bonnie and I had the longer time to play. I ate pussy until she begged for cock, then fucked her until she needed to get to her car to wait for her girls after the dance.

I biked home, didn't see a soul, turned a couple extra miles, and went home to Gwen.

Saturday night was another beauty even as fall started to move in on our Indiana nights. I brought my jacket as the weather was a tad cooler.

The life took a fortuitous turn. Angie Weaver (Author's note: You know I make these names up.) stopped in the store. I'm not sure she needed anything, but I bought some ice cream.

"A little treat for the kids?"

"No, me actually. The kids will go to bed right after I get home. I'll set it in my lap and eat from the carton. Steve has his usual Saturday night beer with the boys, and I sit home wondering how empty life can be."

"Really? It can't be that bad." I consoled her."

"Do you think?" Her answer was sarcastic.

She looked out to the parking lot where I'd usually have my car.

"Where's your car? Gwen drop you off?"

"Uh, no. I started bicycling to work." I pointed to my ride in the back room.

Someone pulled up for gas, and a kid ran in with 5 bucks for gas her dad was putting in the gas tank. It was a small town, and just the two pumps were "pump your own," so no one was going to steal. The kid looked for candy, and Angie settled off to the side.

"Do you ever bike out our way?" Angie returned to the register area.

"Not yet. I've only been out a couple of times."

"Well, when you do ring a bell, make some noise, let me know you are riding by."

And she was gone. Angie and Steve had been friends of Gwen's and mine for years. Not besties, by any means, but known each other for like forever, as you do in a small town.

I gave the silly invitation some thought. Steve is having beers with friends, and let me know if you go by. I was locked up and ready to go scant minutes after nine. Jacket snugly zipped against the Indiana evening air, I turned the handlebars towards Angie and Steve's house.

After ditching the bike over the side ditch and concealing the bike behind a couple rows of corn, I walked into the yard. The house is two stories. Lights were dim upstairs, like shining through bedroom windows from a hallway. It was dark downstairs.

I didn't know what to do. I didn't have a bell to ring and didn't know what kind of noise to make. Then the kitchen light came on. I hurried towards it, avoiding the light shining into the yard so as not to be seen.

Angie was wearing a tight t-shirt and some pretty skimpy "privacy of your own home" panties. She looked good. My heart raced. She opened the freezer and got out the ice cream, a spoon from the drawer, and a stare out the window right above me as I ducked down.

I could see her motionless, still just staring out the window, lost in thought. She looked at the ice cream and dug the spoon into it, took a bite, and held it in her mouth.

That's when I tapped on the bottom edge of the window and raised my face with a big smile on it.

Angie jumped, started to scream, and clapped her hand over her mouth. She stared at me with her eyes wide and frightened before seeing it was me and composed herself. She motioned with both hands, pointing at me with her fingers, and mouthed the words:

"Don't move. Stay right there!"

Within seconds she was outside beside me. She gave me a kiss on the lips, our first actual contact other than a pat or a touch that I could remember.

"Are you here to rescue me? I'm so bored!"

She hugged me around the neck. Kissed me again. For a girl that was pretty much flat-chested, the cool air put hard nipples against my chest. I had been hard on myself since walking up to the window.

"Wow! It's chilly out here!" She shivered. "It's too cold out here. Come on."

She led me to the side door to their garage and on inside. It was creepy; I had been to their house over the years, but this time I was kissing Steve's wife, my cold hands up the front of her t-shirt, making her nipples like little knobs. A few minutes of making out had her looking around the garage.

"This is awkward. Let me go be sure the kids are asleep."

That left me in Steve's garage with a hard-on waiting for his wife to check on their kids. Soon the door eased back open.

"Come quietly. We're going to my bedroom."

She led me up the stairs and to the room at the back of the hallway. Holy shit! I felt like an Indiana James Bond. She took off her clothes and faced me naked.