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."