Aunty Marion And Wendy - Sex Stories

Aunty Marion And Wendy

... points of the property, it just emphasised the negative elements. It felt dark, dingy, and damp, and I hated it.

I felt a little subdued back in the car as I drove Wendy home. She didn't have a good word to say about the house. As I pulled up in front of her house, she invited me in for a cup of tea. In fact, Aunty Marion made the tea, with Wendy assisting. As we were drinking that, Wendy said.

"Why don't you move in with us? We've got the room; we know you,and you'd be very welcome. I've discussed it with Mum,and she thinks it is a great idea."

I was very tempted, and the more I thought about it, the fewer reasons I could think of to say no. I agreed and decided to move in next weekend. They didn't want me to pay as I was family, but I insisted that I'd pay the going rate or I wouldn't feel able to stay.

During that next week, I packed up my life in my old studio flat. I thought about hiring a 'man with a van' to move everything, but rather pathetically, everything (just about) fitted in my car. I didn't feel especially sad leaving, though, and I was looking forward to my new digs. When I got to Aunty Marion's house, Wendy was waiting for me. Aunty Marion wasn't feeling very bright, and she was asleep in her bedroom. Wendy explained that the doctor had given her some tablets, which made her feel drowsy, so she would sleep for hours.

Wendy helped me unpack and put away things, and though I thought I'd got away with her seeing my sizable collection of porn, I ...

... caught her browsing through them as I came back from a toilet break! After some lunch, Wendy suggested using the hot tub to relax. It seemed like a good idea, so I went up to my room, undressed, found my trunks, and went downstairs. Wendy was already in the tub, together with a bottle of Prosecco and two glasses nearby. How the other half live!

I climbed into the tub, which was big enough for six people easily, and sat on the next corner from her. We chatted and laughed and enjoyed the wonderfully warm water, and then she stood up and reached for the prosecco. That was the point at which I realised that she was naked. If it makes sense, I was shocked but not surprised. I knew from conversations with my mum over the years that time hadn't mellowed Wendy's naughty nature and that she still went through a huge variety of guys.

I could feel my cock stiffening. Because of her small boobs, there wasn't much of a sag. Her tummy was flat, and while not toned, it was still a very fit body. She had a dark bush at the top of those fabulously long legs. She laughed as she caught me staring at her.

"We don't generally wear anything in the hot tub or the sauna."

I wondered if that was the 'royal we'.

"Mum and I, that is."

Obviously not the royal we then! Well, when in Rome, or here...

I stood up, took off my trunks, and threw them to the side of the tub. I was not hard, but I was certainly starting to get stiff, so it was the right moment to do it.

We stayed in the ...