A Satisfying Sunday - Sex Stories

A Satisfying Sunday

... breakfast. Several cups of coffee later, and we all went off in different directions. K had some paperwork I needed to do now that I'd moved house, so I fired up the laptop, put some music on Spotify, and went adulting for a while. I heard Wendy shout that she was off, and I confess, I felt a momentary wish that I was the guy she was going to meet! I heard Aunty Marion come upstairs and start to run a bath.

There was a knock at my bedroom door, and after I answered, Aunty Marion came in. I already knew that she wasn't feeling fully fit, and she told me that she'd had a bug of some sort the previous week, and it had sapped a lot of her energy, so she was taking things easy to fully recover. She asked if I'd sit with her in the bathroom, both for company and if she struggled to get out. Having had to do that for my own Mum some years before, after she'd fallen downstairs, it seemed like a reasonable request.

In the bathroom, Aunty Marion took off her dressing gown, and I held her hand as she got into the bath. The bath was a massive circular one. You didn't just have to lie down in this bath; you could really stretch out in all directions. After she settled in the water, I sat on a wicker chair, and we chatted. She asked if I wouldn't mind soaping her. I lathered my hands and rubbed them over her back and neck, and then over her breasts and tummy. No surprises, but I got an erection. I was wearing jeans, but if you were looking, you'd notice it. Aunty Marion was ...

... looking!

She brushed a wet hand over my crotch area, and I was so surprised that my voice rose several octaves! When I got that under control, I just apologised to her.

"There is nothing to apologise for. I'm very flattered. Shame you didn't see me when I was younger!"

"You've always looked great to me."

I continued to soap and rinse Aunty Marion, and, in for a penny, in for a pound, I soaped between her legs. I imagined she'd close her legs or protest, but if anything, she opened her legs wider. As I rinsed the soap away, my hand lingered, and I gently masturbated her in the bath. At last, it was time for her to get out, and I offered my hand to assist her. I dried her with a huge fluffy towel, and she went to get dressed.

The rest of the day went quietly. I used the hot tub and sauna on my own and shared a lasagna with Aunty Marion in the late afternoon. I was watching a crime film on Netflix when I heard the front door go and footsteps coming up the stairs. Wendy was obviously home. As she passed my door, she called and asked me if I wanted to come up to her room. I followed her up, and we sat on the settee in her seating area with a gin and tonic each, though she was fairly drunk already.

We started to snog—such a great word!—and I wondered how far she'd gone with the guy she'd met earlier. I was soon to find out. She stood up and started to take off her jeans and blouse. She was wearing a matching red bra and pants, which were lacey and very sexy. As she removed ...