Aunt Rae and I Tempt Sally & Bob

I was busy working on an application for a job, something grown-up and responsible that might even require the occasional use of a suit when a text from Aunt Rae arrived. My heart rate rose a little, as it always does these days when I hear from Rae--it's never likely to be a boring conversation, and it had been some weeks since we had experienced one of our sexual adventures together.

"Are you alone? Can you be? Call me."

I felt the familiar twitch in my shorts as my cock responded to the lurid pictures I now associated with my Aunt flashed automatically through my mind; Rae on her knees, my cock in her mouth, Rae on her knees, my cock in her cunt, Rae riding me, her face glowing with sweat.

Christ, she sticks in your head once she's there.

I was alone in my room, somebody pottering about downstairs, but I knew from experience that anything I said or did would be inaudible from anywhere but directly outside the door, so I hit the speed dial for Rae and sat back in my gaming chair.

"Danny Boy!" Rae answered almost immediately.

"Hey! How are you? It's been a while." I said, genuine pleasure and eagerness in my voice, I knew.

Rae detected my excitement and chuckled, "Down, Danny boy, down. I've been thinking about something kinky -- want to hear?"

I sighed in mock exasperation. "You know very well I want to hear, Rae."

I could hear her breath as Rae spoke softly, her mouth close to the mic.

"You're still with the lovely Sally?"

I was instantly more aroused. Anything involving my girlfriend had to be inventive. I loved how Rae retained a constant interest in Sally and in our love life -- something which seemed to genuinely fascinate her, to the point where now and then she would ask me to tell her about the details of Sally and I fucking, or Sally blowing me at a party. At the same time, Rae gently masturbated, listening intently and asking me to repeat parts she found especially hot.

"Of course, why, Rae?" I asked, arousal making my voice a little gruff.

There was a brief pause as if Rae was considering her words carefully. This was surprising because she knew very well that my limits, as far as sexual exploits with her, were pretty elastic and very much broader than the average person, or so I imagined.

After what seemed like minutes, Rae murmured, "Would you like to see her fucked by another man?"

Straight away, my cock was fully erect, and I absent-mindedly dropped my left hand to my crotch to hold it, rubbing gently through my shorts.

Now it was my turn to pause, new images flashing through my mind -- filthy, pornographic scenes of my girlfriend being fucked and used in every imaginable way by faceless men, Sally's immense pleasure obvious as she came again and again. This took only seconds, and then I realized I'd been holding my breath and grasping my cock, and I exhaled.

"Fuck. Yes." I breathed into the handset.

I heard Rae's uneven breathing; her very slight groan was something I had heard before, and I knew she was masturbating.

"Good. Come over."

She hung up.

Trying to hide the massive tent in my shorts, I grabbed my car keys and raced out of the house, spinning tyres as I reversed out of the drive and gunned it to Rae's home, less than 15 minutes away.

Rae had been watching for me. When I arrived, she was waiting by the open front door, wearing a halter top and cut-off jeans, her toned, golden brown midriff deliciously exposed.

I noticed that the button and fly on her shorts were open, and as she pushed the door closed behind me, she pushed her fingers into my mouth. They were warm and sticky, and I greedily sucked her cum from them. Then she had her back to me, her shorts discarded, her panties stretched at her ankles, her feet far apart, bracing herself with her hands flat on the stairs, 5 or 6 steps up.

Neither of us spoke as I pulled my rock-hard cock out of my shorts and stepped between her legs. Rae had to stand on tiptoe to help me inside her because my cock was pointing at the ceiling, and I could barely move it to the horizontal.

As soon as I pushed inside her, hands on her soft, warm waist, Rae groaned, and I felt her cum on my cock -- her cunt gently squeezing my shaft.

I wasn't far off myself, and I could feel the orgasm rising in me as I fucked her hard and fast, her cunt juices running down my cock.

"You want to see her fucked?" I didn't have to ask who she was talking about.

"Yes", I muttered, "Oh God, yes, I do."

Rae whimpered a little, "Shall we arrange that...?"

"Yes. Who?" I grunted, teeth clenched.

"Oh God, I'm cumming again..." moaned my Aunt as I felt her cunt spasm.

"Bob." She said, loud, clear.

"Oh my fucking God.. yes.." I said directly into her ear as I bent over Rae, dropped my palms flat to the stairs on either side of her and emptied myself into her, cumming for many seconds, launching hot, heavy and sticky spurt after spurt.

Bob is Rae's husband, my real uncle.

Later, we lay on the sofa together in Rae's front room, the garden doors open and a wonderful, warm late-summer breeze running lightly over our semi-naked bodies, Rae's head against my chest as I absently stroked her hair.

"You think he'll do it?" I asked.

"Bob? Of course, he will--you know how he is," replied my Aunt.

I did, indeed, know how Bob was. He was almost as sexually incontinent as his wife, and they had enjoyed an open, swinging and sharing relationship for years, each loving to watch the other with strangers, and the house covered in discrete cameras so that Rae could enable Bob to watch her adventures on the commonplace trips away from home that his business demanded.

They were always thinking up kinky scenarios for each other, but my relationship with Rae was the one subject off-limits, and Rae was adamant that he must never know that his nephew was fucking his wife. That's why I thought he might baulk at making a move on my girlfriend.

"He often mentions her -- how hot she is", continued Rae, which excited me even more -- I love men checking Sally out, imagining what they're thinking. It was a regular fantasy scenario we talked about in bed, and the theory turned Sally on immensely, prompting huge orgasms as I invented dirtier and dirtier scenes, whispered into her ear as we fucked.

"So the problem is Sally", she said.

I considered this for a moment.

"I think if she thought she was unobserved, never to be caught, and maybe, a little drunk -- you know she gets tipsy easily -- she might be, I don't know, seduced?" I said.

"Hmm", said my aunt ", maybe you're right, and Bob is very seductive when he wants to be", this with a chuckle.

"The Key thing, though," she continued, "is that Bob can't know it's a setup, or it won't work. He won't do it if he thinks I know--it'll touch his "taboo" sensitivity too hard."

Warming to the topic, I said, "Sally does have a thing for older men, I mean, much older."

Bob is 53, Sally is 24.

Also, I said, remembering and sitting up slightly as I did so, "That time you and Bob were fucking when we were in the guest room, and he made you cum? I think you said he was in your ass at the time -- anyway, it made Sally cum very, very hard -- maybe she was thinking of Bob."

Rae sighed with pleasure and nestled back into me.

"Then let's try it. You and I can go to a hotel and have the cameras enabled. We'll find a reason for Sally to come here while Bob is alone and see what happens. I have a good feeling about it.."

Knowing that Sally was entirely proper, I was more doubtful, coming from a semi-churchy background. Yes, she fucked like a machine, but I just wasn't sure she'd cheat on me that easily.

"Let's do it". I said, and we made a plan.

We had to wait a full 7 weeks before we could implement our plan, but we never gave up, and it became more and more of an obsession for us both, a frequent shared sexual fantasy we wanted desperately to happen in real life.

As usual, Sally was doing post-grad studies, and Bob was travelling.

Finally, there was a weekend where everyone was in town, and the collective social diaries were empty.

Rae invited Sally and me to have dinner and spend the evening with them, something we hadn't done for months. Sally enthusiastically accepted--she genuinely liked the company of my Aunt and uncle, and they were hers.

Sally had suggested that we all dress smartly and make a minor occasion of it, so on the evening in question, I watched from my bed as Sally tried on outfits before settling on a classy, knee-length white dress that hung off the shoulder, exposing her lovely neck and decolletage. I refer to it as her "wedding dress," I love how it clings to her incredible curves and accentuates her small bust.

Underneath, with a slow, teasing glance at me, Sally wore white lace panties cut in the French style and black stockings.

"You can help me take them off later", she murmured, a glassy, lustful look in her eyes.

I shuddered, hoping I'd see someone else take them off instead.

We kissed long and hard, and my cock was soon pressing against her tummy as I held her.

Suddenly Sally broke away, glancing at her watch, "fuck -- we're already late!"

We hurried over to Rae and Bob's, Sally teasing me by pulling her skirt up to her thighs as I drove, almost causing a minor traffic accident as I struggled to keep my eyes on the road, much to her amusement.

When we arrived, a slightly flustered-looking Bob opened the door, apron on, shirt open three buttons at the neck, ladle in hand. As always, the smell from the kitchen justified Bob's reputation as a brilliant cook.

He waved us inside, and we followed him as he hurried back to the stove, stirring a big pot of pasta sauce.

"Bolognese", he said, focused on his work as Sally leaned over the stove and kissed him on the cheek.

Bob smiled. "Sorry--hi, beautiful girl!" he said, his voice indicating affection.

Bob glanced over his shoulder at me, "Hey Danny boy -- do me a favour?"

"Sure, anything, Uncle Bob," I replied, eyebrows raised, questioning, although I knew well what he would ask.

"Your Aunt is stuck near the mall -- she has a flat, and the breakdown service is saying 4 hours or some nonsense -- can you go and help her out? No way anyone is missing this sauce..."

Sally came with me as I headed to the door, keys in hand.

"It's OK, Sal", I said, "Stay with Uncle Bob and keep him entertained while he does his Cordon Bleu thing."

"Yes!" Bob said, without turning from the stove, "Stay and help. I need an assistant. Get an apron on."

Sally laughed, and I pecked her on the cheek, trying to conceal my still-hard cock in my trousers, and left to go and meet Rae at the motel.

Rae opened the door at the first touch of my knuckles -- her face red with excitement.

"Are the cameras up?" I asked as I entered the room and shut the door.

"Yep, and the mics. I enabled it all before I left. Look."

Rae gestured toward the giant TV on the wall. We had researched motels in the area thoroughly, and this one had been chosen partly because of the 60-inch screen, accessible HDMI ports, fast internet, and strong Wi-Fi signal.

Rae's laptop was plugged into the screen, and the maximized browser showed the feeds from 4 of Rae's security cameras, complete with sound.

This was the ultimate reality show, and I sat on the edge of the bed next to Rae, our eyes glued to the screen.

The high-definition view of the kitchen showed Sally perched on a stool at the breakfast bar, her fantastically toned legs crossed. Her right high heel rests on the chrome support bar, her left dangling, swinging slightly as she talks with Uncle Bob. She had a large glass of white wine in her hand--a perfect sign--and was chatting and giggling happily.

Bob had his back to Sally as he stood at the stove. It was fascinating to see how she behaved when she thought nobody was looking -- playing with her hair, her eyes roaming around the room distractedly, turning over mail on the counter in front of her and scanning it, talking all the while to my uncle.

"Do something for me, Sal--the top cupboard, over there," Bob said, nodding to his left to indicate which cupboard he was talking about. There's a parmesan grater in there somewhere. Can you reach it?"

Sally stood and bounced over to the cupboard. Standing on tiptoe, she opened the door and looked inside. She could barely reach and had to boost herself up slightly with her palms flat on the countertop, her toes fully extended, barely reaching the floor, her dress riding up to a couple of inches below her gorgeous ass, her lace stocking tops wholly revealed.

"I don't see it -- stupid question -- what does it look like?"

Bob laughed, which made Sally chuckle. "Well, it looks a lot like a cheese grater", said Bob, turning as he did so to look in her direction.

His double take was almost comic as he saw Sally's legs and stockings revealed, her calves tight as she stretched to the back of the cupboard.

Staring, he stopped stirring the pan on the hob and just looked in silence, his mouth a little open.

"He's certainly aware of the bait now. Let's see if he takes it," murmured my Aunt, resting her hand on my thigh.

"The stockings -- your idea? Nice touch, Danny boy."

I nodded, not able to take my eyes off the screen.

Sally spoke over her shoulder, "I don't think it's in this one, Bob... Bob?"

Bob physically shook himself and went back to his stirring, but he discretely took his phone from his back pocket.

"Uh-huh", said Rae.

"Erm, OK -- try the one next to it, on the left.", said my uncle.

Sally dropped to the flat of her feet, shuffled over, and repeated the tiptoe boost move, her dress riding even higher -- you could see the bottom of her panties.

Bob, still talking about what the parmesan grater looked like, quickly and quietly put his stirring spoon to one side and moved closer to Rae, pausing his ramblings for a second so she wouldn't detect him; he held his camera in front of him and took several pictures in rapid succession -- of my girlfriend's ass legs, entire body from the rear, and, most audaciously, he rapidly dropped to his knees and took a fast upskirt, his arm at full stretch between her open legs.

"Wow," said Rae and I in unison, looking at each other in surprise and disbelief as Bob moved silently back to his hob, pocketing his phone.

In a few more seconds, Sally had found the grater, handed it to Bob, and returned to her place on the stool. Aimless chatter resumed, and then Bob said, "I wonder how long they're going to be--this is nearly ready. I'll leave it to simmer."

Sally told him she'd message me, and 30 seconds after she picked up her phone, I got a notification on mine. I showed it to Rae: "how long will u b? Dinner ready and I'm tipsy :-) x".

Rae smiled faintly as I replied that the wheel nuts were seized and that I would wait with my Aunt until the recovery service came. I said they should eat without us and we would catch up as soon as we arrived.

":-( we'll wait x ", came the reply.

Rae and I watched as Sally relayed the message to Bob, and he muttered about "damned cars spoiling his sauce".

Sally excused herself to go to the bathroom, and as soon as she was out of sight and tripping up the stairs, Bob took his phone from his pocket and scrolled through the pictures he'd just taken, we assumed.

It was a fair assumption because Bob's hand dropped to his crotch and he put his phone on the counter, leaning over it as he stroked himself through his jeans.

"Naughty boy", breathed Rae as we watched her husband looking at pictures of his nephew's girlfriend.

"This could be interesting", said Rae, her hand moving gently over my thigh.

"More than it already is?" I half-joked.

"Thing is", said Aunt Rae, "When Bob gets hard, he never gets soft again until he cums, and that means his state is going to be obvious to our Sally when she gets back unless he does something. Whenever he gets hard in an embarrassing situation, he has to find somewhere to make himself cum. I have seen it many times, Danny boy."

I stared at the side of her face as her eyes fixed on the screen.

"Really? It's that obvious?" I asked.

Rae turned to look at me. "Bob, Danny boy, is huge. I mean 12 inches, coke can diameter, can barely get the head into my mouth, fucking huge."

I swallowed as she turned back to the screen. I'd never known that about Bob, although why the hell would I unless Rae had mentioned it, which she hadn't until now? I had a sudden flash in my head of that night Sally and I had heard Bob fuck Rae in the ass -- Jesus Christ.

The moment she stopped talking, Bob turned the hob down, wiped his hands on his apron, took it off and -- holy fuck -- that tent in his jeans looked like it was about to burst them open -- moved fast to the downstairs bathroom at the bottom of the stairs.

"Told you.", said Rae, her voice getting husky.

Rae switched to a camera in the hallway, which had a clear view of the closed bathroom door that Bob had just passed through.

In the silence of the house, the mic occasionally picked up a faint gasp, even through the door.

I glanced at Rae. "He also finds it difficult to be quiet.", she said.

"I remember.", I replied, the memory of his loud grunts of pleasure as he fucked her that night Sally and I stayed over some months previously flitting through my mind.

Suddenly, we heard Sally's soft step on the stairs, and she came into view. Passing the bathroom door, she stopped suddenly, her posture making it clear that she was listening intently.

My girlfriend stayed where she was for long moments, just outside the bathroom door. After a little while her eyes widened and her hand went automatically to her mouth in surprise -- she must have been thinking how unlikely it was that this old guy was jerking off in the bathroom while she was in the house, but she'd heard enough guys cumming to know what was happening, and she was shaking her head in disbelief, a slight smile on her face, as she moved on the balls of her feet back to the kitchen.

Climbing back up on the stool at the counter, Sally noticed Bob's phone and, glancing around, picked it up.

"Busted. Bob never locks his phone. I tell him about it constantly," she said quietly.

My cock stretched my shorts, and I pulled it out, hardening fast, as Rae gently took it in her hand.

Sally knelt on the stool, her bare feet behind her as she crossed her ankles, her elbows on the counter, and began swiping about her whole manner, suggesting sneakiness.

"She'll go straight to the photos. She knows you and Bob have adventures..", I said as Rae started to jerk me off as if in some trance.

Sure enough, after a few seconds, Sally froze--totally immobile. After a few seconds, she picked up the phone and touched the screen--zooming in, I imagine. She looked at the picture, then down at her dress, at the cupboard she had been stretching for, then, seemingly to be extra certain of what she was seeing, pulled her dress up a little and checked her panties.

Sally jumped and dropped the phone as she heard Uncle Bob shut the bathroom door behind him. He wandered happily in with the air of a relieved, sated man, the tent in his shorts gone.

Sally didn't move. She remained in her kneeling position, facing Bob over the counter, her eyes glued to his face, and her manner almost stunned.

Bob didn't notice. "More wine, gorgeous girl?" he asked. He had the bottle in hand and didn't wait for an answer as he filled Sally's glass.

Sally picked it up and immediately swallowed half of the contents, at which Bob seemed perplexed. He hovered and filled his glass before moving to attend to his own.

"You OK?" asked Bob, a look of concern on his face.

"Pivotal moment..", said Aunt Rae, stroking my cock.

After several seconds, Sally seemed to shake herself from her stupor and looked up at Bob, smiling, "Sure, fine. I'm sorry. I was miles away."

Rae chuckled, "Text her. Tell her we'll be longer than we thought; see what she says."

I did as asked, my cock throbbing in Rae's fist. We watched Sally pick up her phone, deliberate for a bit, and then mine pinged with her reply.

"No problem. Take your time. Let me know when you start back."

Rae turned to meet my gaze. "Little Sally has changed her tune somewhat, eh?"

As much as I had dreamed that this might happen one day, I had begun to feel conflicted as I watched my girlfriend giggling away, drinking and twirling her blonde curls absently as he regaled her with stories, mainly about when I was a kid, openly flirting, in fact, with a man 30 years older than her who she knew had secretly taken pictures of her to jerk off to.

I voiced my concern to Rae.

"Trust me. If she goes through with this, you'll never look back. If she goes no further, you have a delicious, partly fulfilled fantasy to remember."

Rae could tell I needed more convincing. She gripped my cock firmly and stopped sliding her fist along it's length.

"You, Danny boy, just might see your girlfriend cum on another man's cock tonight."

She grinned at me as she felt my cock spasm hard in her hand and resumed jerking me off.

I trusted her.

Our heads snapped to face the screen as we heard Sally ask Bob, "Can I ask a personal question?"

"Of course", said my uncle, "shoot."

Sally suddenly seemed bashful, staring down at the countertop between her and Bob, now sitting opposite her on a stool.

"Well?" prompted Bob after a full minute.

As if resolved to do it suddenly, Sally looked Bob in the eye and asked, "Were you jerking off in the bathroom earlier?"

There was a long, pregnant pause. Bob reddened, Sally reddened even more.

"It's stupid, of course, you weren't; I'm an idiot -- what an embarrassing thing to ask -- please, will you forget it, Bob? Please?"

"Yes," said my uncle. Sally exhaled; she'd been holding her breath. Thank you, Bob. Please don't let that stupid thing affect our friendship. Danny would hate it if I ruined things with his family--I must be a little drunk," she said, taking his hands in her much smaller ones over the counter.

"I mean", said Bob, "Yes, I was jerking off."

They both froze again, holding hands, Sally staring with disbelief and wonder into Bob's eyes.

"Was it, I mean, did you, because of?" Sally glanced involuntarily at Bob's phone, still on the counter. It was only a split-second, but Bob caught it.

"Yes, I made myself cum because of you; I had to, or my cock would never have gone down; you made me so hard."

Sally took a rapid breath, and I imagined hearing her heart beating.

Rae and I were transfixed. My hand had drifted to rest on her crotch, and her hand was still on my cock, but neither of us was moving.

"Have, have you ever, I mean, before?"

"Many times", replied Bob.

"What is it you like... about me? Why do I make you want to do that?" asked Sally, still holding Bob's hands.

"Honestly?" asked Bob.

"Completely honestly", said Sally.

Bob sighed, then spoke, his eyes never leaving hers.

"So many things about you make me hard. Your smile, your lips, and your neck -- which, by the way, I imagine dripping with my cum, your lovely, small tits, and your hard nipples when you get excited or cold. Your toned arms and tummy, your truly amazing ass, which I'd love to hold while I fuck you from behind. Your gorgeous legs and the strength in your thighs and calves, which I see wrapped tightly around my back and neck when I go down on you. Your elegance, and, because I know for sure you're bald and smooth, the vision in my mind of your sweet cunt."

Sally's mouth was open, her eyes wide, as she listened to this detailed monologue delivered quietly by the old guy holding her hands.

"That", concluded Bob, "Is what I think about when I make myself cum."

"You've put thought into it -- you must spend a lot of time with me in your head", said my girlfriend.

"Sometimes," Sally continued, "I fantasize about going with an older guy, you know, not old old, but well, someone in their 50s or around there. I always have; I think it's because I had a teacher in college who just turned me on whenever he spoke to me."

"Did you ever do anything with this guy?" asked Bob. This was all news -- I'd never heard about a randy professor or her crush on him.

"Oh, no, no -- nothing like that. I'd just sometimes make myself cum thinking about him. I'd come home with wet panties after a lecture, and well, you know.." replied Sally.

I did know. I'd watched Sally make herself cum for me many times. We both loved it, although I think she loved it more. It was usually when she'd been daydreaming, often immediately after she got home from the gym, work, or a train ride -- anytime she'd had room to let her mind wander.

Very occasionally, I would get a text from her sent from some public bathroom or train toilet with a picture of her sticky fingers spread to show her cum, or her wet panties, or her straining and red face in a mirror. I loved those pictures, collected them, and used them myself when she was away.

Bob dropped her hand gently. Sally looked a little disappointed.

"Sally", said Bob, his voice gruffer than ever, "I need to, you know. It's painful, so I need to, well, you know. I will stand up, and you should look away; I won't be long."

Sally dutifully looked down as Bob stood, but from our camera angle, Rae and I both saw her glance quickly up as he hurried from the room. Sally mouthed, "Fuck!" as she realized the size of the bulge in Uncle Bob's jeans.

The hallway camera showed Bob rushing into the bathroom again, but in his hurry, he didn't shut the door properly, and we could see part of his arm moving rapidly as he jerked himself off. His grunting was audible now that the door was open, and he was being less cautious, given that Sally knew what he was doing.

In the kitchen, Sally stood and moved towards the door, stopping near the bathroom to listen.

Rae and I hadn't moved a muscle in minutes.

"Go on, Sally, go on.." I said, hoarse.

Sally's hand had dropped to her crotch, her bare legs tightly crossed over her hand, which I knew meant she was close to cumming.

Resting with her back against the wall outside the bathroom door, Sally humped her hand as she listened to Bob getting louder and louder inside.

Suddenly, Sally came. It was apparent, and her orgasm was hard. She bucked away from the wall, leaving just her shoulders and head in contact with it, pulled her dress up to her waist, opened her legs and came on her hand. I was sure she had fingers inside herself.

After a few moments, Sally relaxed against the wall again, listening to Bob.

"Go on!" I repeated, almost to myself.

Sally stopped wrestling with her conscience and made a decision.

Pushing herself away from the wall, she moved fast -- pushing the bathroom door open on a startled Bob -- his simply enormous cock hard in his hand as he stood over the toilet, open and ready to catch his cum.

Sally shut the toilet lid with a bang and sat down, taking Bob's cock in both hands. She still couldn't close them around it, and moaning like a whore, as I'd never heard her do before, she began to push as much of this giant member as she could into her mouth.

Rae and I were thrilled and frustrated -- we had only a side view of Bob and Sally. It was still extremely hot -- Sally struggling to fit more of Bob's cock into her mouth, saliva dripping to the floor between her open legs as her mouth filled with it to try and offer some lubrication. Bob had his hands resting on Sally's shoulders.

In a moment that made me cum all over Rae's hand -- I don't think she even noticed, and I stayed hard as steel after I finished pumping hot streams into the air -- Sally took her mouth from Bob's cock and, looking up at him, took both his hands by the wrists and, placing them on her head, said, "I need some help", and took his cock tip into her mouth again.

Bob did as asked and gently, then more firmly, used his hands to pull my girlfriend's head toward him, pushing with his hips at the same time and inching his cock into her straining mouth -- so stretched that it looked like her lips must surely split.

Shortly, at least 9 inches had vanished into Sally's mouth as Bob began to fuck her pretty face.

"Wow!" said Rae, "I can't take that much of him in my mouth.. good girl.."

Bob was having the time of his life as Sally slowly started to move her head back and forth in time with his thrusts. We couldn't see his head as it was thrown right back out of sight behind the half-open door, but his neck and chest were red and heaving, and he was repeating, "fuck.. yes, Sally... where the hell did you learn to do this?"

I glanced at Rae, who grabbed my hand and shoved it down her open shorts to find her soaking cunt.

Rae was breathless, her hips thrusting and rotating against my hand.

"I have no idea where she learned to give her head like that", I replied to her raised eyebrow, and I honestly did not.

Rae nodded jerkily at the screen to attract my attention as her hand fell to my wrist and held my hand still, three fingers inside her cunt, as she did when she came. I felt her muscles squeeze my fingers and her cum flood her panties.

I turned back to the screen and resumed rubbing Rae's clit, knowing that she loved to push through the sensitivity until she came again -- forcing herself not to interfere with my hand or tongue, her fists grabbing the bed cover, her knuckles white.

My eyes widened, and as Rae dropped my cock as she became consumed with her orgasms, I started jerking myself off with my left hand.

Sally had stood, and Bob, bending, was kissing her deeply. The passion and lust were more erotic to me than the sex, in some ways.

"Fuck.." I said, "She's really into him.."

Sally's hands were on the back of Bob's head, mussing up his hair as they moved their tongues in each other's mouths.

"He has always been a great kisser, but he never kisses his lays," said Rae in mild wonder.

Bob's hard, giant cock was visible between them. It came up to just below Sally's tits, giving me a vision of what it might be like inside her -- stretching her whole body to the limit.

Sally broke off kissing and took Uncle Bob by the hand, leading him barefoot to the kitchen. She kissed him again, with the same evident passion, her hand touching his cheek, and turned her back, bracing herself against the breakfast bar, palms flat on the countertop.

Bob lifted her dress and, bending, slid her panties down and off as she lifted a foot. Smelling them briefly and putting them on the counter, Bob dropped his jeans entirely and stepped out of them, pulling his shirt over his head to reveal his barrel chest and muscled arms -- his stomach turning slowly into a middle-aged paunch but far from fat. Bob stood naked behind my girlfriend and reached down to put his fingers inside her cunt.

They both moaned aloud, and Rae zoomed in, our perfect side-on view at last giving us the detail we craved. Rae's hand was moving on my cock again now, oblivious of the cum from my earlier orgasm drying stickily on her knuckles.

As if reading Bob's mind, Sally said, head down and face near the countertop, "I'm soaked. Do it. Put as much as you can in. I'll tell you if I need you to stop. Until I do, keep pushing. I want to feel it all."

As Bob pushed the massive head of his cock slowly between my girlfriend's cunt lips, and she stood high on her toes to help him, Aunt Rae said softly, "What a little whore."

My cock jumped hard, and Rae went further, stroking me all the time.

"Danny boy -- your girlfriend is a dirty fucking slut. Look how much she wants some old guy to fill her cunt. She's so fucking wet for him. Do you think Sally is a fucking whore, Danny?"

"Fuck, yes, I think she's a total fucking whore", I said, breathless.

"You fucking love it, though, right?" asked Rae.

"Oh God, yes, I fucking love it.", I said as I raised my hips to meet Rae's fast strokes and came all over her hand and myself again.

Almost absently, to miss as little of the action of the screen as possible, Rae waited till the last of my spurts and dropped her head to my crotch, catching a mouthful of my cum. Instead of swallowing, she turned my face to hers and kissed me deeply, pushing my warm seed into my mouth, where I rapidly swallowed, and we both looked back at the screen.

Incredibly, nearly all of Bob's cock was buried inside Sally's cunt. I could see her cum coating it as he slid in and out of her, and she was moaning like an animal, ass up, standing on tiptoes and face on her folded arms on the countertop in front of her.

Bob was sweating like a pig, drops of salty water running over his scarlet chest and dripping from his forehead to land on my girlfriend's back and ass.

He gripped her hips hard; the handfuls of flesh in his fist were white and would indeed be bruised and marked in the morning. I briefly wondered how Sally would explain it to me.

Rae and I stared, our mouths open, as breathless Sally asked, "Is that all of it? Fuck, is it all in me?"

"Nearly, Sally, there's a little more... " Bob said, his voice barely audible.

"Do it all at once; put it in me," said Sally. As she said this, she reached behind her and used both hands to pull her ass cheeks as far apart as possible, giving Bob that tiny bit more access to her dripping cunt.

Bob hesitated, then withdrew his cock and, with one fluid, brutal thrust, buried his whole length in Sally's cunt, stretching her to the limit.

Sally screamed, honestly screamed, her hands scrabbling uselessly for some purchase on the smooth granite countertop, her palms slapping it repeatedly, her fingers like claws, and her hair flying as her head jerked back and forward, her back arched spasmodically.

Bob started to withdraw, clearly concerned.

"Don't. Don't you fucking.. dare.." hissed Sally, "Fuck me as hard as you can."

Silently, Rae stood, pushed her shorts down, and kicked them away, then straddled my lap, sitting down and making my cock inside her. I looked over her shoulder at the screen and held her hips as she bounced slowly on my cock, her thighs tense.

Bob had needed no second invitation and was fucking Sally very hard and very fast, pulling out and slamming home with each thrust, moaning, swearing, and grunting.

"Nobody", he said, "has ever taken it all.. you're amazing."

"Oh God, I'm cumming, don't stop.." Sally half moaned half shouted, and she soaked Bob's cock with his cum, and then began immediately to cum again.

"Oh Fuck I can't stop cumming.. I can't stop.." she said.

"Am I the best?", she asked Bob, my demure, churchy, educated and slightly prim, pretty, and petite girlfriend enquired of the man 30 years her senior with his massive cock buried in her bald, soaking cunt. "Am I the best cunt you ever had?"

"Oh God, yes, yes you are.", breathed Bob, clearly meaning every word.

"Sally.. I'm going to..." he was concerned now, urgent.

"Inside me, it's OK, do it inside me", urged Sally.

Both Rae and I moaned loudly; I felt her cum hard on my cock as I began to empty my balls into her cunt.

On the screen, Bob held Sally's hips hard against him, his huge cock buried to the hilt inside her, shouted "FUCK!" just once, and pumped load after load into her cunt. Sally, a broken woman, flopped limply onto the countertop, breathing hard, her limbs useless as Bob pulled out of her, a torrent of their cum falling noisily to the tiled floor.

Shortly, Sally tried to stand, but her legs looked like rubber and wouldn't support her. Bob caught her and carried her as if she weighed nothing, laying her gently on the sofa and pulling her dress back down over her thighs.

They kissed deeply, and Bob left. We saw him go to the shower, then clean the pool of their combined cum off of the kitchen floor.

When it was apparent they were spent, the show over, Rae and I made love, gently this time, discussing our favourite parts of what we'd seen and already planning how to make it happen again. However, we both knew it would almost certainly happen without us, which felt weird but so hot.

I texted Sally and told her we were on the way.

"good! Missed u, dinner still warm x."