Is it incest if I screw my aunt's second husband?
Oh wait I'm getting ahead of myself. My name is Fiona. I'm a redheaded thirty something, single by choice. Having had several lovers, I enjoy an active sex life.
My knowledge and skill set that allows me to work anywhere I desire and demand top compensation in my field. When I get bored with the job or city, I move to a more desirable location and company.
My most recent move brought me to a city where my Aunt Eve and her second husband, live. I didn't know my aunt very well as we lived in different cities while I was growing up.
I viewed this as an opportunity to become better acquainted with my aunt and meet her new husband, Al. They were both over twice my age. One might call them a "cute elderly couple."
Aunt Ellen and Al were very helpful getting me settled. They took me around town and had me over for dinner several times the first month of my relocation.
Al was a tall, handsome man with a shock of snow white hair. He had a nice body for someone his age. Al was the strong silent type but very pleasant and helpful to me.
He did what most men do when they meet me, that is, staring at my tits. I happen to have a nice rack and usually wear a blouse or top that allows a glimpse of the upper portion of my boobs. I love the attention and "the girls" usually help me get what I want.
After our first meeting, I made a special point of hugging Al, pressing my breast against him upon our greeting and departing. After the first such greeting, I felt Al's strong appreciation rub against me.
It made me smile to know that I could get a reaction from such an elderly gentleman. It occurred to me that I had never fucked a man his age. I wondered what it would like, could his heart handle it?
The next several months were hectic. I was totally emerged in my work and had little time for myself. I received a phone call from my aunt. She invited me over for dinner, a break from work I could really use.
Unfortunately I had a business meeting that evening so I invited them to my place the following week.
The day of our dinner I received a call from Al saying a good friend of Eve's died and she had just left town so they would have to cancel.
I expressed my sorrow and suggested that Al come anyway as he had to eat and I had the meal planned and ready to go. He agreed.
I dressed in my special white, thin, low neck blouse. I'm sure Al would notice I was braless. Matched with a pleated black, skirt with the hem a few inches above my knees, thigh high black stockings and with no panties, I slipped into my black spiked heels.
Answering the door I greeted Al with a big hug, quickly rubbing my tits against his chest. He was clearly happy to see me, if you know what I mean.
"Oh Al, thank you for the wine. It will go well with our dinner."
"I wasn't sure if I should bring white or red...glad it works.... You sure look lovely tonight Fiona."
Bending over, I placed the wine bottle on the coffee table. My scoop necked blouse revealed my two gorgeous globes. Al didn't miss the opportunity to take them in. I glanced down at my matching mounds, raising my head I looked Al in the eyes and smiled.
"Here's a corkscrew Al, would you open the wine."
Handing him the opener I continued,
"I assume you know how to screw.... Oh sorry...I meant use this new type of screw...Oh shit I'm just making it worse."
