Aunt Gillian

Why is it, that big families only seem to see each other at weddings, funerals and Christmas? This was the latter. A huge gathering at my grandparents rambling house. Twenty adults and half a dozen kids. Not enough bedrooms for everyone. Camp beds and couches put to use, all over the house. Mine was one of these. A sofa in the old conservatory. Blinds on the windows but not thick enough to totally exclude all of the moonlight. As a consequence, sleep was fitful. I found myself playing with my dick. No intention of wanking, just holding it.

Does everyone have a sense of their surroundings, when they are asleep or even dozing. I got a feeling that there was another body present. Was it just my imagination. I eased my eyes open, squinting slightly into the moonlight. Behind the back of the sofa, a body. Blinking a couple of times the image resolved. My aunt Gillian.

"Don't stop on my account." She said, nodding at my hand.

I had never associated her with anything sexual. I fantasised about a few members of my family. She wasn't one of them. Fairly plain looking and usually dressed more like my grandmother, than people her own age. Tall, as tall as my 5' 10 and well built rather than womanly. Short brown hair and glasses didn't help her look. She was only thirty five. Married to my mum's younger brother, Ian. With mum being older than Ian and Gillian younger than him, there wasn't much more than ten years between us. She and Ian weren't always at the other family gatherings.

I stuttered reply,

"I, I, I wasn't."

"It's OK. I'm not expecting you to let me watch."

The clock on the the wall said 2am.

"Can't sleep?"

"No. I've a lot of things on my mind."

I swung my legs off the sofa and sat up, trying to keep myself covered. I gestured with my hand and she sat down beside me. I decided just to let her explain if she wanted to. If not, I was happy to just sit. I wasn't sleeping well, in any case.

"How much do you know about Ian?"

"Other than he's mum's younger brother, not much. Mum doesn't talk about growing up, often. You two don't come to these things all of the time. When you do, you don't get to involved."

I think she was expecting something more. Maybe mum knew a lot more but didn't talk about it. She sighed.

"Our marriage is just for show. I think some of your family, including your mum, knew or had a good idea, that Ian was gay. They never said anything. We had sex but it was never good. I assumed we were just starting out and it would get better. It didn't, it just got less frequent. Until it stopped. He wanted to put out an image of a normal family, to your grandparents. We are now both stuck. We can't afford to split. We live separate lives. Being here, we are expected to share a bed. That's why I'm down here."

That's horrendous. Why would nobody have given her a hint, before it was too late. Not a great advertisement for our family. I suppose for her, it is hard to admit to yourself and your family, that you have made a massive mistake. I could see her fighting back the tears. Not comfortable for me, being naked beneath a blanket but I reached out and put my arm around her shoulder. The tears rolled down her cheeks. Being in this house must be awful for her. No wonder she tried to avoid coming. She sniffed a couple of times,

"Sorry for laying all of this on you. It's not your problem."

"It's fine. Keeping things bottled up is never good."

We sat, no words, just my arm around her. I looked at the clock, nearly 4am. Gillian was asleep, her head on my shoulder. I didn't have the heart to wake her. I eased her down onto the couch, hoping she wouldn't see my nakedness. I covered her with the blanket and dressed in the clothes I had taken off the night before. I sat on a chair, trying hard not to sleep and fall off. By 6, I needed coffee, a strong one. I went to the kitchen. It took me a while to find anything. I returned with a couple of cups and a small jug of milk. Gillian stirred as I returned. I handed her a cup. Milk for her and not for me.

"Thanks so much, not just for this but for last night too."

"Not at all. Are you alright?"

"Better thanks."

That was the end of Christmas day and the beginning of boxing day. We finished our coffee. I folded up the bedding and Gillian stood to leave. With the light on, I now had a good look at her. Dressed in pyjama bottoms and a vest top, her body looked better than it did in her usual clothing. Certainly not slim or hourglass. Her breasts quite large, accentuated by the tight vest. Only a slight indication of a narrower waist. A hint of the crease in her bottom as she walked away.

I now had a completely different view of my family, to the one I had arrived with. Knowing the truth, it was easy to see the distance between Ian and Gillian. They spent little or no time together. He was definitely one of my grandmother's favourites. That went some way to explaining, why the family closed ranks. Did she know or even care about what he got up to? Later in the day, I broached the subject with my mum. The answer I got confirmed a lot.

"Don't mention that, Terry."

That night, as soon as everything went quiet, about 11 Gillian appeared again. Dressed similarly, yesterday cream, today pale blue. I know she was avoiding Ian but why come here? I suppose it was isolated. There was a hallway connecting the conservatory, more like an orangery, to the rest of the house. If she wanted to talk, we wouldn't be overheard. I don't think talking was on her mind. Her first comment to me the day before, should have given me the hint. When she appeared, her breasts hung over the back of the sofa, only just contained by her vest.

"Not rubbing it today? Maybe you need a hand."

She stepped round to the front of the couch and pulled her vest over her head. Her tits were magnificent. Large and firm. She whipped the covers off me. No hiding my erection now. She knelt down and bent forward. She pushed her breasts together, engulfing my cock. What a feeling, being massaged by these amazing orbs. Letting her hands go, she lowered her head into my lap. My hands replaced hers. I ran my palms across her nipples, as she started to lower her mouth onto my dick. This was great. Several minutes of this and I was getting close to losing control.

She knew the signs and eased off. She stood before me and eased down her pyjama trousers.

"I know young guys like a bald fanny. First time for me. No point with the faggot I'm married to."

It may have been the first time for her but it looked incredible. Clean shaven, a pronounced triangular pubic bulge. As she lowered her trousers, I could see a damp patch in the crotch. She got onto the couch. On her knees, either side of my legs, she lowered her hand and placed my dick at her wet entrance. She wiggled her hips from side to side, as she lowered herself. I wrapped my arms around her, her breasts squashed onto my chest. She began rising and falling. I held her still and our lips met. Her riding of my cock continued. I squeezed my hand between our bodies. The backs of my fingers against the top of her slit. I hoped that she would be able to reach a climax, before I shot my bolt.

When had she last had sex? Her vigour and urgency seemed to indicate some time ago. Was that her clit against my fingers? The backs of them not sensitive enough to tell. Her breathing betrayed the fact. She came down hard on my lap, her teeth sinking into the flesh above my collar bone. Was she trying to stay quiet. I had been close to cumming with her. The sudden jolt of pain took that away. Opening her jaws and moving her head, I could see tears again, trickling from her eyes.

"Are you alright?"

"Thank you. Thank you. Thank you."

I kissed her cheek. She hugged me so tight, I was having trouble breathing.

"Oh god. I'm so sorry. Your shoulder."

I couldn't see it. I'm guessing it was displaying a set of teeth marks.

"Don't worry about it."

"So selfish. It's been so long. I was only thinking of myself."

She eased up off of me. Getting to her feet, she bent over putting her hands on the arm of the sofa, standing legs apart, the invitation was obvious. I got up and stood behind her. The view of her lovely plump bum was stupendous. None of my girlfriends had ever offered themselves to me like this. Her hand came back through her legs, taking my dick to her pussy. I grabbed her hips and began to thrust into the soft warm flesh. The thwack as I met her flesh was loud, in the silence of the night. I felt the occasional brush of finger. She was rubbing her clit. She was getting close to another orgasm. I was thinking about anything other than what I was doing. I wanted her reach her climax before I did. It happened, just.

"Oh! Oh! HUUUUUUR!"

I pulled myself hard against her bum. It felt exquisite. I pumped a huge load into her.

"Huh. Huh. Huh."

I ran my hand gently down her back. My legs were shaking. Being as tall as me, had made it a bit tricky. My flaccid dick slipped from her pussy. She stood up and turned to face me. We embraced and kissed. Her lovely breast against my chest again. My dick against the bald pubic mound.

It looked as if we both needed that. I've not had a girlfriend for the last few months. I'm on the road with my job from time to time. That makes a steady relationship difficult. I didn't push for details of Gillian's recent past. That was great but it was just a release from built up frustration. Was there more to it? I certainly felt sorry for how she had been treated by our family. That wasn't a good basis for anything.

Over the next couple of days, we spent as much time together as we could, without raising suspicions with the family. My mum and grandmother in particular. We would circulate with others, to keep them from putting things together. We spent the nights together. This wasn't just physical. We wanted to know as much about each other as possible. Emotionally, we were a lot more compatible than either of us would have thought. By New Years Eve, I knew more about her, than any girlfriend I had ever had. The enforced proximity, of us being in the same house for so long, gave us plenty of time.

By the 29th, we had began to do some planning and calculating. She couldn't afford to live alone on her salary, if she divorced. I was already buying my own house. Only small but I was doing well enough, to manage on my own. Financially, we would be comfortably off. The other consideration was the family. A divorce would air all of the dirty laundry in public. It would probably mean that if the two of us were together, I would be cut off from everyone, including my parents. They bowed to my grandmother in all matters. To be honest, learning what they were like, it wouldn't bother me. I'd rather do what was right, than what looked good to everyone else.

After our first night together, the sex was less frenetic and more sensual and romantic. We shared our likes and dislikes, what turned us on and how we liked to be touched. We probably spent more time talking than doing but at this stage of our relationship, it was time well spent. Her experiences with Ian put up some barriers. She didn't like her head being touched or held when she was giving a blowjob. For the time being, anal was off the table. Ian preferred to cum in her arse and the association was still strong in her mind. Fine with me. I'd never done it, so there was nothing I felt I was missing. We were having great sex without it. She had shaved for me. Thinking everyone my age expected it. She was the first woman I'd seen with no pubic hair. All of my girlfriends had some hair, although a couple of them not much. Both of us liked the look. Ian had never gone down on her. Something I wanted to remedy.

Foreplay didn't appear to have been high on Ian's list of priorities. I still hadn't pressed her, on any other sexual partners she may have had. I was determined that I would do my bes, t to make our time together as good as it could be. We kissed, cuddled and stroked each other for ages, exploring each other's bodies. She liked having her bum and lower back caressed.

I think she was a little nervous, when I asked her to sit well forward on the sofa cushion and lean back. Her vulva looked great close up, even if she wasn't initially comfortable with me being there. That didn't last long, when I began to kiss her pussy lips. I held her buttocks, as I stroked my tongue up and down her increasingly wet slit. Relaxing with the sensation, she raised her own legs, exposing herself fully. I rubbed my fingers across her clit hood, as my tongue delved into her lovely smooth pussy. Even in the short time we had been having sex, we were reading each other's signs. My fingers retracted her clit hood. She loved the rough, intense feeling of direct stimulation. I don't think she was expecting how rough my tongue would be.

"Hu, hu, hu, FUUUCK!"

I'd learned quite a lot from one of my girlfriends. I tried to employ all I had learned. I don't think Gillian was disappointed, she came twice more from my lips and tongue. She was overjoyed as I knelt up and eased my cock into her. From my position on the floor, I was able to fuck her with slow shallow strokes. I went to touch her clit. I was pleased to see her ease my hand away. I looked down noting her technique as she brought herself close to a final orgasm of the night. I kept to the tempo I had set, I felt the familiar sensation within me. Taking hold of her hips I pulled myself forward emptying my seed within her. She almost purred as she came. Not the most comfortable way to sleep but the two of us curled up the best we could, on the couch.

New Years Eve was a typically drunken affair. We only had a couple of hours together, after everyone else went to bed. No lovemaking, scheming. We exchanged mobile numbers. I gave her my address and the details of a friend, at a company of good solicitors. We had made life changing decisions, over the space of a week, that would hopefully last a lifetime. Even if it didn't pan out, I would be happy to have helped Gillian out of the bind she was in.

By lunchtime the following day, I and everyone else had left for home. Gillian contacted the solicitors on the 2nd, instructing them to file for divorce. The basis, Ian's homosexuality and a number of affairs with named men. The details to be passed to Ian, with the instruction that contact should only be made through the solicitors. The day before the papers were served, picking a day when Ian would be out, I swooped in to help her move out. I was shocked at their house. There was virtually no indication, that anyone other than Ian lived there. He seemed to control everything. It probably explained the clothes she wore. It didn't take long to remove her things. She took a leave of absence from work. When she told them why, they were fantastic. They arranged for a transfer. Her same contract, just a new location, closer to my place. Not ideal at ten miles away but on the train line. I could drop her off and pick her up or she could take the train. Either way, another possible point of contact with Ian removed.

She seemed to visibly relax as we got back to my place. Free at least in part. We kept our heads down for a while. Nobody knew Gillian was with me and I wasn't going to let on. Free now to control her own destiny we completely updated her wardrobe. It made a huge difference to her look as well as her self confidence. Topped off with a trendy new pair of glasses. According to the solicitors, by the time she was settled, it was going to take another six months, for things to be finalised. Gillian didn't care. She didn't want anything from the settlement. Luckily, she had kept her own bank account.

Getting together, we had spent a week, having sex on and around a sofa, in a huge conservatory. All the while, the rest of the family including her husband, were sleeping in the main house. The clandestine nature of what we were doing, added a frisson to it. That was great. Although, the possibility of being caught, always had us on edge. Now in what was becoming our house, we lost the jeopardy but felt free to express ourselves. Gillian realising how serious I was, about her and our relationship, opened up about her past. A one night stand with a guy, when Ian was with one of his male lovers. Not a great experience. She had tentatively started making out with a woman she met but it didn't lead anywhere. She had actually enjoyed it, as far as it went. Perhaps something we would explore in the future.

For the first couple of days, sleep was a priority. The stress of everything which had happened, had worn out Gillian in particular. We slept snuggled together. It felt incredibly comfortable for us.

Now, refreshed and relaxed, we settled down to life as a couple. Still waiting to start her new job, she spent the day sorting out her things. She even made me a nice meal. I'd got used to cooking late, after I got in. From here on, we would do that together. That night, Gillian began to catch up on all of the things she had been missing. There wasn't much she didn't want to try and so much that she was enjoying. Her enjoyment hadn't even been on Ian's list of priorities. It was the top of mine.

First up, shower time. Neither of us had experienced this with anyone else. It was incredibly sensual. Rubbing against her soft, warm soapy body was fantastic. The shower bubbles between us, making our flesh slippery. We both smiled at the new sensation. We dried each other. Time to explore each other's bodies in minute detail. Something we could now do at will, plenty of time and privacy. Apart from her obvious sexual charms, I loved the nape of her neck and the small indentations in the small of her back. Dry, we moved to the bedroom.

I guess it isn't just me but I get as much satisfaction from pleasuring a woman, as I derive from getting off myself. I began by kissing every available inch of Gillian's body. No rush for me. No idea how long I took. I had avoided getting close to her amazing shaved pussy. She was keeping this smooth, for her own benefit, as much as mine. She loved the soft feeling. She told me that she masturbated almost every time she shaved. She promised to let me watch. By the time I reached this beautiful region, she was almost frantic with desire. I think she wanted me to dive right in and work on her clit for a quick orgasm. Not my style. I was determined to take my time. Having not had anyone go down on her, until I had, she was now addicted to it. She was awash with juices, which I was eager to lap at and suck. Knowing she really needed a release, I flicked he tip of my tongue against her clit and had what I could only describe as an explosion.

"NAAAAAAAAAAAH!"

It was as though her whole body was wracked with pain. She pulled away from me rapidly and curled up in a ball. Had it been cold, I would have attributed the movements of her body to shivering. To be honest, it scared me a little. I had never seen anyone else react like this. I got behind her and wrapped my body round hers, holding her tight. I wasn't sure what else to do. She appeared to be whimpering. A minute or so later, she began to stretch out her legs,

"Fuck me. Fuck me now!"

I wasn't about to ignore that. From where we were, spooning was the quickest and best option. Being in close contact with her buttocks was always a big turn on for me. Taking my shaft in my hand I slid it against her sopping wet pussy. Her fingers pushed my knob inside. She was rubbing her clit as I ground against her bum, pushing as deep as I could. In her hyper aroused state she was close to another,

"YEEESSSSS! huh, huh..... keep going."

Eager to please, I did my best but I too was not far off. Deep concentration. I just managed to hold out.

"HAAAAAAAAAR!"

Followed by a few quiet grunts from me as I pumped my cum into her. Both of us were totally spent. We just lay there panting and gasping for breath. I tried to stay inside her for as long as I could, wanting to prolong the moment. Eventually, she pulled away and turned round to face me.

"Holy shit, Terry. I've never felt anything like that in my life."

I must have had an idiotic grin on my face. She put her hand on the back of my head, pulled me towards her and planted a long kiss on my lips. That night we slept like logs.

Gillian was starting at her new position with the company, so I would give her a lift to work and pick her up. As we were leaving the house and moving to the car, one of our neighbours appeared. Like I said, my house is small, a two bedroom semi detached. Next door lived Michelle and Dean. Like us, a youngish couple. The age gap the other way round, he being older than her. Michelle shut their front door, looked at Gillian smiled and blew her a kiss. Gillian blushed and we got into the car. As we pulled away,

"Oh god, they heard us."

"So what. We enjoyed it. Judging by her reaction, she did too. Don't worry, just be yourself."

I was still in contact with my parents, although they still had no idea Gillian was with me. They live a couple of hours drive away. Gillian took me to see her parents. A lot closer, about forty five minutes. They were delighted that she was free of Ian. They had disliked him from the start but it is hard to stop your kids making mistakes. I think they were shocked, to find out that it was Ian's nephew, who had 'rescued' their daughter. We got on really well. They were impressed with Gillian's new look and her more confident outlook.

Not long afterwards, things took an unexpected turn. One Sunday morning, Gillian came downstairs, not looking her usual self. Her eyes watering and an expression I'd not seen, since the first few days at grandma's house.

"Are you alright?"

"I've just been sick. I've also missed my period. I think I might be pregnant."

I don't think it was ever anything that had crossed her mind, during her marriage. In fact, it was probably the last thing she would have wanted. It would have tied her further to Ian and the rest of my family. I, on the other hand had no such baggage. OK, I'd been single and carefree not long ago. Now I had a live in partner who was intelligent, generous and kind. What else could I want? A family? Not something either of us had planned or thought about. I didn't care. I was actually happy.

"Great."

"Really?"

"Of course. I love you. Why shouldn't we have a family."

I think she was still uncertain and a bit worried. A test proved positive. Working back, conception probably took place in the conservatory at my grandmother's house. We actually found it amusing, that it had happened there. Gillian's mum and dad were initially shocked but delighted at the fact, that they would become grandparents. Something they had long since given up on.

I grasped the bull by the horns and phoned my dad. He was slightly less under the spell of my mum's family. It would be a less fraught conversation, than with mum. I asked him to meet me. I booked a table at a restaurant, half way between us, for lunch. Gillian agreed to come with me.

Dad was sat at the table when we arrived. His face did nothing to hide what he felt, when he saw the pair of us. We sat down and made our order. If he was shocked to see the two of us together, he was actually impressed with how good Gillian looked, compared to how he'd seen her before. As we ate, I explained our situation. I think he understood. I don't think he was ever comfortable, with the way Ian was protected. I put the heavy weight of telling mum, not just about us but the pregnancy, on his shoulders. From the dates, the baby would be born a couple of months after the divorce was finalised. At the end of the meal, we parted company. Dad wished us well. I think he would stay in touch, even if the rest of the family shunned us.

Mum would definitely have divided loyalties. My grandmother was never going to change. Ian would always be her blue eyed boy. Mum might have to choose between her beloved little brother and her son and what may be her only grandchild. I heard nothing from her or dad for quite a while. Obviously, a lot of discussion going on.

Back at home things were fine. Gillian's morning sickness wasn't too bad and was lessening. We started socialising with Michelle and Dean. I'd been on good terms with them, since I moved in but it felt odd, being single and them a couple. With Gillian there, I didn't feel so awkward about it. I spend time travelling with work. Dean even more so. He's a sales representative. As couples, we were actually fairly similar in temperament. Not so much in looks. Gillian is as tall as both me and Dean. Michelle is tiny in comparison. About 5' 2". A redhead with green eyes. Slight but well proportioned. A stunning looker. We had some nice relaxed evenings and weekend afternoons with them.

In the first couple of months of the pregnancy, when Gillian was feeling rough, our sex life tailed off quite a bit. We actually took a lot of pleasure from listening out for Michelle and Dean. Compared to the volume we produced, they were quiet but still extremely active. Knowing smiles or blown kisses exchanged, the morning after. I think Michelle got a kick out of it. More than Dean did.

Nearly three months in and still no word from my parents. Gillian was feeling a lot better. The bump was beginning to show. She was also becoming incredibly aroused. I was struggling to keep up, with her increased libido. She often felt the need for six or more orgasms in a session. Over a long evening, I could manage to cum two or three times. She would masturbate frequently, enjoying it more if I was watching.

As Dean was away a lot, Michelle began to spend quite a lot of time with us, for company. She and Gillian were getting on like a house on fire. Whispered conversations, giggles, sniggers and the occasional Oh! punctuated the talk. It was evident, that they were talking about and comparing their respective bedroom experiences.

With her heightened sex drive, post coital conversation was the norm. A lot of it let out details, which Michelle probably intended to be kept private.

"Dean likes to watch and film her doing herself with dildos. His dick is the same size as yours. They fuck out in the woods when the weather's good. Can we do some of that?"

"Of course, if you want to."

Gillian really got into the videos we took, on our phones and tablets. She loved to watch her own orgasms, particularly if it was one where I was fucking her. Not too unexpected really, when she and Michelle started sharing them, with each other, myself and Dean. Michelle was every bit as gorgeous as both of us suspected. A very cute little bottom, nice boobs and bright ginger pubic hair. For a tiny lady, she was capable of pretty large insertions. One day, a file on our tablet, which I hadn't made. A real shock, as it would probably be for Dean. Gillian, now with a pronounced bulging belly and Michelle indulging in mutual masturbation, sharing dildos and even in a 69. The video was two hours long. Both of them having an incredible number of orgasms. Gillian came in from the garden as I was watching.

"Like it?"

"It's amazing. I guess the other day when Me and Dean were both away."

"Yep. It was fantastic. Don't worry, I still love you. We both wanted to try it."

That night the fucking was intense and prolonged, on both sides of the connecting wall. Even Michelle was being more vocal than usual. No problem working out what the mental pictures were, helping us along. I know from the reading the two of us were doing, that this increased sex drive was going to drop off, as the pregnancy neared its end. We were making the most of the current situation, while it lasted. We were satisfied slightly before our neighbours. That was Friday night. They had invited us in for dinner, the following day. Gillian had a twinkle in her eye. Had she cooked up something with Michelle or was she just hoping.

After dinner, I was going to join Gillian on the fruit juice but she insisted I drink with the others. I went for beer, as Dean had. Michelle on the white wine, which she was tucking away rapidly. With her small frame, it didn't take long for the alcohol to have an impact. Quicker than it did for myself and Dean. Looking straight at me,

"What do you think of my ginger minge?"

How can you possibly respond to that. I looked at Dean he shrugged his shoulders. I was always brought up to be polite but also to tell the truth.

"Like the rest of you, very cute."

"Hey, Gill, isn't he sweet?"

"He's great. The best thing that has ever happened to me...... Don't let it go to your head."

Michelle got up, carrying her glass, she came and sat on my lap. Wiggling her cute little bum as she did. Gillian got up started to lower herself onto Dean's lap, before saying,

"Better not."

Which everyone found amusing. She sat down on the sofa next to him. Sat on the armchair, Michelle put an arm round the back of my neck. Taking a sip of her wine. She spilled a little down her dress.

"I'm all wet. In more ways than one." She said.

"You're also a little bit drunk." Was my response.

"Maybe." She giggled.

From our position, we had a clear view of Dean and Gillian. She put down her drink and undid a couple of buttons on her blouse. Dean wasted no time in moving his hand inside. Her breasts always large, had if anything got bigger with the pregnancy. Michelle's quiet voice in my ear said,

"Your wife's tits are fucking amazing."

Assumptions on both sides. I assumed Gillian had told her about the nature of our relationship. If not, Michelle had assumed it. I whispered quietly,

"Yes they are, but she's not my wife, not yet. Her divorce isn't final yet. At the moment, she's my auntie."

She didn't seem phased by my confession. She put down her drink on the side table, next to mine. She lifted the hem of her blouse and pulled it over her head. I'd seen her breasts on the video, they were nice round and firm. No bra today, they were right next to my face.

"Go on. We've got some catching up to do." She said tilting her head.

I looked at what she was indicating. Gillian's blouse was totally undone, her bra pushed up her chest, both breasts exposed and he was sucking one of her nipples. Her heavy breathing, the result of Dean's hand under her skirt and between her legs.

Michelle swivelled round. Now sitting right on my lap, instead of across it, she had her legs outside mine. I reached my right hand round and felt her breasts. She may have been impressed by Gillian's size. I was in awe of the shape and firmness of hers. Her nipples are really pale but rose to points incredibly quickly. My left hand was emulating Dean's. I slid it up her thigh. No tights or stockings, just soft warm flesh. As I approached what she had referred to as her ginger minge, she definitely wasn't wrong about being wet. The material of her knickers was soaking wet. Was she always like this?

Gillian continued to love her shaved pussy. I can't say I didn't too. Pushing aside Michelle's knickers, I stroked her pubic hair, softer and more downy than I was expecting. I started to explore with my fingers. She really was turned on. Even though Dean and Gillian had a head start, it was Michelle who reached an orgasm first. No loud noises, no bucking or shaking. A gentle movement of her thighs and a quiet,

"Huuuuw."

She kissed my cheek and whispered a thank you in my ear. Gillian followed a minute or so later. A fair bit louder,

"HUH! HUH! HUH!

"I can't get enough of watching and listening to her cum." Michelle said.

Dean stood and started to undress, almost in a frenzy. Somewhat older than me but with a similar frame. Just the slightest hint of ageing. I think Gillian's description of his cock being the same size as mine, was trying to make me feel good. About an inch longer and certainly thicker. Gillian's clothes had been in disarray on the sofa, it take long to shed them. I don't know if this happens to everyone but I was really turned on by the sight of her large breasts and her bulging belly. There was something about her in her current state, which did things for me. For her part, the increased libido was still in full flow. With Dean's cock standing proud, she knelt down and took in into her mouth. I knew from experience how good that felt.

For her part, Michelle definitely wanted more. She slid off my lap, stood and dropped her skirt and pants. Facing me, I bit of a surprise. Her red pubic hair was trimmed into a heart shape. Different from the video I'd seen. She reached out a hand to help me up. For a small woman she was rough, undoing my shirt, she actually pulled off a couple of buttons. I kicked off my shoes and she undid and pulled down my trousers and boxer shorts in one go. I almost fell over, with them round my ankles. She bent down and held them as I stepped out.

"So this is the naughty thing that got your auntie up the duff...... Do you suppose it will do the same for me?....... Don't worry, I'm on the pill."

Despite what Gillian was doing to him, Dean coughed,

"Wwhat."

Gillian focused his mind by grabbing his bum. She was wanting some other action. She got Dean to lay on the floor, straddled his hips and sank down onto his cock. She must have been really turned on, it went straight in, down to his balls in one go. Michelle got onto her hands and knees, leaning over her husband's head. She kissed his lips. With her bent over like this, the view was incredible. Her skin so pale, he buttocks displaying an amazing round bulge. Her anus there in front of me, a few red hairs around it. It too, really pale, almost indistinguishable from the surrounding skin. I couldn't help getting close. I could smell her musty scent. I still hadn't had anal with Gillian. I wanted her to be my first. Even so, I couldn't resist running my tongue across the wrinkled flesh.

"Oooow. You dirty fucker." She said, turning with a smile.

I was almost rabid with excitement. Raising myself up, I pushed my cock between her legs. She reached down and pushed it into her pussy. Holding her hips, I eased forward. It felt great. Even in this position, she didn't feel as tight as Gillian. Strange how body size doesn't correlate with everything else. I couldn't even compete with Dean in the size stakes, let alone some of the dildos she used. Even so, the sensation of fucking her, while looking at Gillian on top of Dean was intoxicating.

Gillian was now riding him hard, a hand on her clit. I could tell, she only had seconds to go,

"FUUUUUCK!"

She kept going. Michelle hadn't withdrawn her hand, after she had pushed my cock inside her. She too was rubbing her clit. Gillian came again, this time accompanied by Dean, who grunted several times. Even though he must have been going soft, Gillian still wanted more, one final push and she was done,

"HOOOOOOOOOW!"

I think the volume of that one, set Michelle off, she let out a loud sigh. I could feel the contractions of her pussy. Her hand slid further back and brushed my balls. I couldn't hold it and shot my load into this cute little lady. She fell forward, her head coming to rest on Dean's chest. His now under her stomach. My cock stood out and a final drip of cum hit the floor between her legs. Her cute little bum still looked incredible.

I stood up, stepped over Michelle, offered my hands to Gillian and lifted her up. I gave her a big hug and planted my lips on hers. Michelle got back to her knees, now either side of Dean's head. She lowered her hand and stroked a finger across his lips. Dean raised himself up and sat. Michelle wrapped her arms around his shoulders.

"You were kidding when you said aunt, weren't you?" He asked.

Gillian looked over my shoulder at him and replied.

"No. Technically, that's true. I'm married to his uncle, at least for the next couple of months. We aren't blood relatives."

"Fuck."

"Sorry. I suppose we should have told you. To us, its not important. I hope that doesn't mess things up."

"I think it's cool. A bit kinky. It's like a plot in porn. I need more wine." Michelle said.

She jumped up and took a sip from her glass. She started picking up her clothes and putting them on. Although, she didn't bother with her soggy knickers. The rest of us started doing the same. Not easy for me, with the missing shirt buttons. It was hard to keep Michelle's bubbly personality down for long.

"That was great. Ready to go again in five minutes?"

That was greeted with laughter all round. We actually finished our drinks, thanked them for an amazing evening and returned next door. We actually went straight to bed. We cuddled and discussed the evening. Both of us had really enjoyed it and hoped there would be a chance of a repeat performance. Although, I think our relationship had thrown Dean a bit. We were tired and needed sleep. Michelle and Dean obviously didn't. We heard her cum twice more before it went quiet.

I finally got a call from my father. He and my mum wanted to come and visit. Here comes the big showdown. I agreed. We have a spare room, not much space but good enough for a short visit. They arrived on Saturday, just after lunch. I could tell that mum wasn't happy. Either with me, or Gillian, who was in theory, still her sister in law. The first bit of news was what we had expected. Neither of us would be welcome, at further family gatherings, at my grandparents house. No problem for either of us. That is where the conversation stalled. I decided to push some buttons and see what happened.

"You always brought me up to tell the truth. To be polite and most of all to do the right thing. I think that is what I have done. It doesn't feel to me, that the rest of our family has done the same. Everything was done for uncle Ian, with no thought given, to what that meant for Gillian. I, no, we don't care what anyone else thinks about us. We have a relationship based on love, not keeping up appearances. That's all I've got to say."

There was a stunned silence. I think I had hit a nerve. There wasn't anything I had said, that they could really disagree with. The only thing now, was what would mum say? I presumed dad would probably agree with me. I waited, eventually it came. A reply from my mother.

"I know your grandmother will never understand what you have done but I do. I'm sorry. I should have done something. I had a chance to make things right and I didn't."

"It isn't me you need to say sorry to."

She turned to Gillian, who had, like my dad, been sat quietly. I think she assumed this was family business and she shouldn't get involved. As far as I'm concerned, she is every bit as much a part of our family, as the rest of us.

"Gillian....... I know that any apology I give, can't make up for everything you have been through. I'm truly sorry that I didn't speak up."

"It's fine. It has been long enough for me to move on. I've put it all behind me. I'm concentrating on the future. Not looking back."

"Just to let you know, as soon as the divorce is through, we plan to get married." I said.

They didn't look as surprised as I expected. Although the congratulations looked a bit half hearted. When all is said and done, the visit could have been a whole lot worse. At least dad seemed to enjoy his night in the spare room. I think he must have heard Dean and Michelle.

We only managed one more night with the four of us together, before Gillian found it too uncomfortable and her sex drive waned. Michelle still spent plenty of evenings with us. Although, we didn't have sex, she would share her videos with us.

We had been given the the date, on which Gillian's divorce would become final. We set a date for our wedding, a couple of weeks later. A small ceremony with a registrar. Our parents, Dean and Michelle, plus a few friends from work, the only guests. A small buffet and drinks back at our house. I had expected to feel different, now that I had a wife. I didn't. Not that I was disappointed.

Seven weeks later our son was born. Dean and Michelle agreed to be godparents. No sex for nearly two months. Not that either of us felt like it. Lots of sleepless nights in the early days. Hopefully not to disturbing for our neighbours. On the odd occasion, Gillian felt the need for something sexual. Dean and Michelle were more than happy to let us watch. We would cuddle, while they fucked. It felt a bit strange at first but I really liked seeing Michelle's expressions as she orgasmed.

With our son now six months old and sleeping through the night, we began to spend a lot more time with them. Although it was exclusively at our place, with the baby alarm at hand. We shared our bed, fucking our own wives and each other's. We watched in astonishment as Dean plunged his girthy cock into Michelle's arse. We'd never seen them do anything like this, either in person or on video. The most anal thing I'd noticed, was me licking her anus on our first night together. They must do this regularly, we guessed. It was a spur for Gillian to agree to do it for the first time with me, when we were alone. A vastly different experience to that which she had with Ian. I made sure she was the centre of attention and achieved an orgasm. After a few more sessions, she felt comfortable to do it when the four of us were together. She even did it with Dean.

We continue with our arrangement to this day. Life could not be better.