Aunty Marion And Wendy - Sex Stories

Aunty Marion And Wendy

... guys who bed lots of women are called studs, and women who bed lots of men are called sluts. The unfair nature of that double standard has stayed with me ever since!

Years went by, and I moved away, got married, had kids of my own, got divorced, and found myself in a very small studio flat watching porn on TV and un-impressing those women I'd 'met' on Tinder and had persuaded to come back to my place. To make matters worse, my firm decided to close down the site where I was working. I was luckier than some; I got offered a transfer to the head office, which was about a thirty-minute drive from where I grew up. No relocation expenses, but hey, I still had my job.

I decided to look for somewhere to live back where I started out. Accommodation prices were cheaper here, but lots of the places I looked at were so bad that I knew they wouldn't suit. I took a break from my search and went into one of the pubs on my old estate for a ham roll and a beer. The pub wasn't busy, and I took a seat at the bar as I waited for the barmaid to come back from the cellar. As she came in, I realised it was Wendy. I hadn't seen her for almost ten years. Life moves on! She was really pleased to see me, and we sat nattering between the very few drinks she was called upon to serve that lunchtime.

She told me that I wasn't to leave the area without popping in to see her and Aunty Marion. I told Wendy I was looking for a small flat or house in the area, and she said she'd keep an eye out for ...

... me. She looked amazing, and I realised she was now sixty-four, nearly sixty-five. She was wearing a slim and short red dress, still showing off her fabulous legs. She could easily pass for someone twenty years younger! After the lunchtime 'rush', I followed Wendy back to her house. From the outside, it really didn't look much different from the other houses on the street. Aunty Wendy had moved in just after it had been built, at a time when mortgage rates were low and house prices were tumbling. It was hers outright, and she'd always been very proud of it.

Inside, though, was another story. Considerable work had gone on to extend the kitchen, develop the garden, and otherwise improve this 1950's semi. Wendy showed me around, and her pride was obvious too. A huge shower room and bathroom upstairs with a rainfall shower and a large curved bath! They'd extended into the attic, and her old bedroom was now empty as they'd created a suite in the attic with a bedroom and seating area with her own TV.

Out into the garden, there was a hot tub, a sauna, and a gas barbecue with comfy seating around it. The house was really outstanding and very comfortable. I had another appointment to see a house to rent, and Wendy offered to come with me. It was a couple of miles away, and we nattered away in the car like old friends. This next house was a small terraced house, backing onto a railway line. The estate agent was, as usual, very enthusiastic, but every time he pointed out the plus ...