auntie and her little toy - Sex Stories

auntie and her little toy

As with all my stories these are truthful recollections of things past, except for the ones which are fantasies (lol) - you choose which you think they are! Names are real in the hope that the people involved will read about themselves and get in touch, (except where because of reasons that should be obvious, it could cause the person to be put in an embarrassing situation) If you enjoy them please give them the thumbs up; if you really like them please comment and if you REALLY like them mail me and I’ll tell you more than I can put here! And if you recognise yourself – get in touch Ok, just in case some one gets all out shape with this story, it’s made up - well most of it is, well some of it is, well a little bit is – hahaha – you choose which bits. The rest is real! My story takes place in a large country house in Staffordshire. My cousin Deborah is getting married. I’ve not had much contact with auntie or cousin(s) since they moved away some 20 years ago, except for the occasional Christmas get together. I was surprised to be invited to be honest. But I wasn’t considered close enough to be invited to stay at the country house where everyone was stay and the wedding taking place. Oh no, I was at a B&B some 10 miles away. It was all very formal and posh. We were all told beforehand the dress code for the wedding, the afternoon reception and the evening disco. Formal dress for the wedding, top hat and tails for the groom and his entourage, all the same dresses for the ...

... girls with only the bride in white, the bridesmaids in a rather fetching mauve. The rest of us in dark suits, 3 piece. For the afternoon jackets and dress trousers and thankfully for the evening casual – but nothing too outrageous! Being f****y, be it distant, I was seated behind my auntie and her f****y. Her husband had done a runner sometime ago, with a much younger model. Something he repeated with that woman a few years later and recently again! I had two cousins, Deborah who was getting married and Suzzi, who was the other shame to that particular branch of the f****y, because not long after daddy went off with the younger woman Suzzi announced she was a lesbian. I took my allotted seat and waited for the days events to unfold. Out in the foyer to the church we all could hear a commotion. Seems Uncle brought along his latest and youngest partner. Auntie was not happy, not happy at all. Suzzi came up to me and asked, as the only other f****y member there if I’d come and help. Which of course meant getting in-between them. Yeah, that was not a plan! For the sake of Deborah, who thankfully hadn’t arrived yet, both auntie and Uncle agreed to be all smiles. As we walked back in, auntie grabbed my arm, “sit by me please Mark, I can’t have that wanker sitting besides me”, she said. I looked at my uncle and he agreed that we swap seats for the service. The service was just that, a service. Deborah looked ravishing, her husband looked like a real dork, as did his mates. Auntie, for a ...