There is no cruelty or under age activity in this fantasy.
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It was Saturday Morning and the weather was glorious. I looked out of the window of our lovely Apartment and the gardens surrounding the complex, looked so beautiful. The sun was shining out of a clear blue sky and I could see a few birds scurrying around looking for worms, although I smiled as they were probably too late now.
My husband Bill had just finished his breakfast and was at the sink drying a few dishes. He shouted over "When you are out Wendy, will you pick up a few pairs of socks for me. I seem to be running a bit short."
I laughed "OK Love. I don't expect you or Uncle Bob will move from the settee this afternoon with the match on the telly."
He smiled "You are dead right Love. I think that with England playing Scotland most men in the country will be glued to the TV's today. As Old Bob always says, England are playing so well, I can't see us losing. The scrum is so strong and we have the best wings in the Six Nations."
My husband loved his rugby. So did my Uncle. I asked "What time is Bob coming over Billy? I suppose you already have a few cans of beer in."
Bill nodded "You bet. We have been looking forward to this all week. Where will you be going?"
"I am meeting Susan for coffee first and then we'll do a bit of shopping. We were thinking about having a game of badminton but it is too hot."
He smiled. "That's nice Love. Before you go, let me make you a nice cup of tea."
I laughed "You spoil me rotten. I'll have a few biscuits as well."
He had always looked after me so well and since his illness he was like a Mother Hen and seemed to want to do more and more for me.
As I relaxed on an easy chair, he came in from the kitchen with a broad smile on his face carrying a silver tray with cream biscuits and tea in our best porcelain. I felt like the Queen.
About half an hour later I was ready to leave. Billy had already used the vacuum cleaner and tidied the Apartment up so it really looked beautiful. Since his incapacity, he always kept it spic and span. He treated it as his responsibility.
The Grove was after all a Luxury Complex which cost the earth so it was worth a little effort to keep it tidy.
As I left I kissed my husband on the cheek and reminded him "Don't forget to tell Bob that we have to pay our rent next week."
He smiled "Of course not Love. Actually the Gas and Electricity Bills are in as well. I will give them to him."
As I walked from our Apartments to the village I felt quite happy and contented. Things had worked out very well over the last five years after that initial fright when Bill had his health problems and had to stop full time work. I worked part time but it didn't cover all our outgoings.
As Bill's money dried up, it became obvious that we could no longer afford the upkeep on our Apartment. It was heart breaking as The Grove was such a beautiful set-up with its indoor heated swimming pool, gymnasium and the Rose Garden. Apart from the flat itself one of our advantages was that my Uncle Bob and Aunt Edith lived just above us and had always been such good company.
Bob was my mother's brother and we had always been a closely knit family unit. I remember my father saying that Bob was his best friend. There are not many situations where a man describes his brother in law like that.
It must have been about ten years ago that Bob and Edith decided to retire and take up residence in The Grove. They had always been fairly well off so it seemed natural that they should pick a place with all these lovely facilities.
Then about two years later Bill obtained a civil engineering contract which paid remarkably well and we decided that we may as well enjoy the good life and took up an Apartment in the Grove as well. It was idyllic.
My mother and father visited us every month and with Bob and Edith virtually next door it was like a family reunion every 4 weeks. It was so wonderful. I am almost 40 years of age but they all treated me like a little girl. I felt so cosseted and spoiled. My husband Bill was as bad as any of them. He was always such a loving man. I felt as if I was in God's pocket.
You never know what is around the corner, so when Bill's health started to fail we were all so desolate. On the positive side, his decline was stopped and reversed to some extent. He was still the same Billy I had known all my life but he could only work part time and also our night time activities were curtailed and almost stopped.
We had always had quite a robust physical relationship. We both had big sexual appetites which ideally suited each other.
I suppose our friends would have been surprised as we were both quiet and reserved. Bill was especially shy and didn't make close friends easily.
Privately, we always liked role playing and spanking and a million other fantasy situations. He particularly liked the Head Master role with me as a Senior Prefect in white blouse and school tie.
If I wanted to 'play' that game, when he came home from work I would already be 'in my uniform' with my hair plaited into two 'little girl' type 'pig tails'.
There was a minor difficulty in bed with what Billy called his 'smallness problem' which embarrassed him. When he had been younger he had been teased about it in school. It didn't bother me too much but I knew he needed reassurance.
Some of our wilder fantasies and fetishes we had read on the internet where he was the Cuckold husband, and my Lover and I would make fun of his small penis. Obviously there was no Lover as such, so we had to improvise which we were both good at. We even managed fantasies where I had a Lady Lover and my husband found us in bed together but we just ignored him and made him watch. The internet was a never ending source of juicies for us both. It was exciting but it was our secret.
The excitement we enjoyed was mind blowing and our fantasies and fetishes had free rein. Some of them were really appalling, and yet afterwards we could laugh and joke about all the things. We were ideal partners in all respects.
We also enjoyed rude conversations and outrageous fetishes. Although we never swore in normal life, the words we used when we were both in the 'state of juice' were absolutely filthy. They excited us so much. Unfortunately, with his weakness now, these things had to stop. We both missed it very much.
My parents were Deacons in the local church. My father was very prudish and I know he would not understand. I did however, talk all these personal things over with my mother. She was the only person I had confided in and knew of our private games and Billy's 'smallness'.
Her advice was so straight forward "Well, Wendy, these things happen. You just have to make the best of things and do whatever you can to cheer yourself up and of course still look after Billy. You know he is a very good man."
We were very close. She was very calm and wise and so understanding. She looked so sweet and motherly as we talked over my very personal problem.
She even told me "We wont tell your father, Wendy, he would be out of his depth. Men think they have a monopoly on fantasies and things but they don't know half of it."
I am fairly level headed and my mothers words served to keep me calm. Especially her words about my husband. She was quite right. Bill was a good man and needed my support. I wanted to look after him.
Of course the first thing we had to sort out was our Apartment. We both knew we could no longer afford to stay at The Grove. Bill and I started to make arrangements to move out.
It was then that I fully realised what a wonderful family we had. Whilst my parents couldn't really afford much finance, my father went to see my Uncle Bob and Aunt Edith. Everything started to fall into place.
I remember my Aunt Edith laying down the law to Billy and myself saying "There is no way are you leaving Wendy, as long as your Uncle and I are here. You must understand how much we love living near you. We are very well off and can easily afford all your Apartment Costs."
Bill had always been very level headed and said "We are grateful of course Aunty Edith, as we don't want to leave. But you have to understand that it is not simply the charges which the Grove imposes. There are other expenses such as gas and electricity and a myriad of other things that we would have to pay."
I also wanted to make it plain that we were grateful and that although we were poorer, we were by no means poverty stricken. I said "Both Bill and I are still capable of earning a living Aunty. It is just that it will be less ostentatious. We will be able to rent a nice flat in town and be quite comfortable."
I could see Billy looking at me and smiling agreement. We had known each other since we were children. We were a good team. Up to that stage, Uncle Bob hadn't opened his mouth. He was the type of gentle, quietly spoken man who when he had something to say, everyone listened.
He spoke. We listened. "Everything you say Bill, and you Wendy is quite true and it is admirable, but you are forgetting some other important issues. You are not taking into account other peoples unhappiness. Your Aunty Edith and I would be very unhappy if you left."
Bill nodded "I appreciate that Bob, but we would not be going to the end of the world. We will be coming to see you regularly in exactly the same way as Wendy's Mum and Dad."
Edith spoke "That is not the same thing at all Billy. You know how close we feel to you and Wendy. It is almost as if you are our children. We would feel bereft."
Bill started to object but Bob silenced him with a gesture. "As your Aunt has explained we need you to be near us. When Aunt Edith said that we would take care of your Apartment Costs she wasn't just referring to your rental costs. She meant ALL OF YOUR COSTS including things such as electricity and gas and holiday expenses and running your car. Money is not important to us. We want you to be happy. We want to be happy. To be honest Bill, we need you more than you need us."
Both Bill and I were gobsmacked. We really wanted to stay at The Grove but there was a danger that if we were dependent on my Aunt and Uncle for finance we may feel guilty. However the way they had described things they had made it sound as if we were doing them a favour.
I just started to cry and hugged my Aunt closely. We were both in tears. I saw Billy put his arms around Bob and it was lovely seeing two grown men showing such emotion.
We were all hugging and kissing for about ten minutes and then Uncle Bob said "All my life Wendy, I have been very close to you and your parents. I have always regarded your father as my best friend and you as my little girl. I want you to know that you are still my little girl and you Bill are also my best friend."
I could see that Bob's words about Billy being his best friend affected my husband emotionally. It was something he had missed all his life. He was close to tears.
