Please note:
1 Subsequent chapters will either be in the "Group/swinging" or in the "Taboo/incest" sections.
2 To prevent too long a chapter I have made this a separate one, erotic rather than explicit, as an interlude. Please bear this in mind.
3 This chapter refers to the reading out of an erotic story. As far as I am aware I have invented the bare bones of a plot for this "imaginary story". If it bears any resemblance to any story copyrighted to this or to any other site, it is entirely unintentional. It was simply not practical to trawl through countless stories by category or tag to ensure accidental plagiarism of an idea that is in any case a minor detail within my story.
4 My disclaimer at the beginning of Ch 02 bears repetition:
"...there are several possible explanations of the 'room with a view' came to be set up but I considered it preferable not to describe how.
Suffice to say that in the story it is envisaged as (a) for consensual use only (b) with the knowledge and control of all parties involved and (c) for use with over-18s only."
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Over the sound of the radio I heard the back bedroom door open and my aunt's low laughter, followed by Jack's muted voice, then heard the bathroom door close. A moment or two later, I heard the shower begin to run. My stomach gave a little churn at the thought of them together under the jetting water, soaping and rinsing each other.
I leaned over to kiss Lucy's breast, but she gave a little flinch.
"Sorry, love -- it's just that they are a bit ticklish after I've come! Anyway..." she said softly, as she pushed me gently away, "it's nearly time to make a move. This was just the first session!"
I watched her stand up.
"There's another toilet downstairs, James, if you need it. The upstairs one seems to be..." she paused and licked her lips, seemingly innocently, "er... occupied." She grinned suggestively.
I pulled on my clothes and watched as she stepped to the washbasin across the bedroom. She stood with her back to me, filled it with water and sponged under her arms and between her legs. Her legs had once no doubt been shapelier, but they were still slender and looked more than good enough to me, and I gazed at her pale, slightly flabby bum cheeks. A pang of shame came over me as I thought of her most intimate hole tucked between them where I had just spent myself.
As I left the bedroom and passed the bathroom door I tried to block out the sound of the running shower and the muffled voices of my aunt and of Jack. I went quietly but quickly down the stairs and found the other toilet.
To my surprise I found that I was beginning to develop another erection already. I'd like to think it was entirely due to my high state of arousal but would have to admit that the viagra I had been offered earlier probably played a part in it.
After taking a pee I washed my face in the washbasin and looked in the little mirror. My reflection smirked back at me. I puffed out my breath with near incredulity of what had taken place and of what potentially still lay in store.
An mental image of my aunt as she approached the spy-hole to cover it flooded my mind. I recalled her naked, little breasts and her big, puffy nipples. I couldn't help wondering whether she had been simply teasing me or whether she was leading me on. But I reminded myself that she was my dad's sister, and told myself not to be so perverted and to focus instead on Lucy, and Caroline. And to consider instead what the next hour or two might hold in store with one or other -- or even both of them together!
That thought successfully banished images of my aunt. But then, in my testosterone-fuelled mind, I had another vision -- Caroline and I and AUNT ANNE, or Aunt Anne with Lucy and I...
As I emerged from the toilet, the dining room door now stood ajar. The busty Caroline was standing with her back to the door and Bill, Lucy's husband, was zipping up her dress. They were laughing softly. I saw the pale skin of her back, and a wide, pale blue back bra-panel until it disappeared from sight.
They both smiled at me. I tried to smile back, but looked away sheepishly, but not before taking in one of the dining chairs pulled away from the end of the table. A towel was draped over the back of it. I guessed later that it had probably been used to protect the carpet from any stains.
It wasn't that big a deal, of course, but it seemed very spicy that they had chosen here for their sexual liaison rather than the comfortable -- and more conventional -- surroundings and furnishings of the lounge. I wondered whether they had done it on the chair or on - or over - the table.
I sat on one of the sofas and hoped that it would not be too long before the others arrived and delivered me from my straining imagination.
I poured myself one of the cans of beer while I waited.
A few moments later Caroline and Bill came into the room. They both greeted me, and after pouring a glass of wine Caroline sat beside me on the sofa. My erection gave a little twitch of approval. Like me, Bill poured himself a can of beer. I didn't know whether I hoped Caroline would or wouldn't notice my fledgling erection.
Bill sat on the other sofa at ninety degrees to the one where I was seated. He was good at small talk. It turned out that he was a senior partner of a firm of solicitors. Caroline was a fairly senior manager in a regional office of a bank.
I said little. I was too embarrassed, nervous and excited. It was a heady cocktail of emotions, and most of all my illicit desire for my aunt kept haunting me. I tried to picture each of them in their workplace, prim and proper and no clue betrayed of what they got up to in private.
Not long after this Lucy entered the room. She was wearing the red blouse and her black skirt and stockings, but she was evidently not now wearing a bra, and her modest orbs quivered and swayed deliciously under the shimmering satin. She sat next to Bill and joined in the trivial conversation.
The situation was almost surreal. The four of us were talking about nothing in particular as if nothing had happened between any of us. Yet Bill's wife Lucy had just allowed me to have sex -- and anal sex at that -- with her on their marital bed with his full knowledge and consent, while Bill for his part had been screwing their friend in the dining room. And here we were talking about the weather, and a controversial plan to build a local supermarket on a couple of local fields! The fake normality of the atmosphere was bizarre yet delicious.
And inevitably as the conversation continued I found my gaze drawn to the sexy Lucy with whom I had just had sex, and to the busty Caroline with whom I deeply longed to. Whilst I was too respectful to leer for too long at either of them, the situation meant that I felt little coyness in glancing overtly at their necklines and hemlines.
