Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience.
 
 Author: ursismajor
Title: Just Imagine
Part: Chapter 9
Summary: Peter learns just how naughty his wife can be.  Delightful!
Keywords: F, M, mast, role play



   Chapter 9 Just Imagine

   November 1990

   Peter came home the following evening and life returned to normal. 
Well, sort of normal.  Normal on the surface.

   Peter got himself well and truly fucked by Jenny on his first night back
and he figured by her enthusiasm that it was more than just him being away
for a night.  He knew he would ask later.

   Jenny enjoyed the screwing she provoked and Peter provided, her mind
oscillating between the images resulting from her evening alone with Anna
and memories of some of her own activities at her niece's age.

   Anna anticipated with relish the coming Saturday night, now only "one
sleep away" as the saying goes.  She knew she would let someone into her
underpants (or panties as her aunt referred to them) and she wondered if it
would be Michael or someone else.  Or Michael AND someone else.  How many
different fingers would Helen boast about later?  Where DID that girl get
her experience?

   And what about later?  Anna felt vaguely uneasy yet excited.  Was she,
she wondered, a lesbian?  Was Helen?  All she knew for sure was things
would happen at Helen's and she would enjoy them.  But should she?

   Then, after the weekend it was only a few days until her father arrived,
and then only a few more until Christmas.

   On Friday, Jenny's bed was made and, when the girl checked, the vibrator
was back in its draw, under her aunt's "panties." Anna carefully took it
out, noting the arrangement of garments so she could return it unnoticed,
and ran it through her hands.  She examined it and found a button on one
end that switched it on.  "Shit," she thought as the vibrations made her
fingers quiver, "I wonder what's it like to have THAT going on inside you."

   She couldn't help but caress the smooth, vibrating finger then,
switching it off, she was about to return it to the draw when she thought:
"I wonder how much of it Jen gets into herself.  I wonder if she ever uses
it when Peter's with her.  I wonder if HE ever puts it in her.  I wonder if
I asked Jenny, playing that game of Peter's, if she would tell me."

   As she put it away, another thought occurred.  "I wonder how much of it
I could get into me."



   The little family had a pleasant dinner on Friday night and as they
finished their wine in the courtyard Peter looked at the two women.  One
blonde and young, the other dark and older.  He felt his cock stir as his
mind turned to the fuck he and his wife had had the night before.  Then he
thought of fingering his wife's niece and the stirring became a firm shaft.
Then he thought of a threesome with them both and his erection became
downright uncomfortable.

   It was true he and Jenny had a very active sex life and that they both
liked playing verbal games but like everyone else, life, work and fatigue
often got in the way and most of their sex was, well, not bland, but games
had become a rarity.  However, he had noticed that in recent weeks, in fact
since Anna came to stay with them, games were more regular, and generally
provoked by his wife.  Interesting.  And very pleasant.

   He jumped, surprised from his reverie, as Anna said good night, planting
a kiss on both his and his wife's cheek.  She was wearing a light,
full-skirted summer dress and as she walked from the courtyard into the
lighted living room he could see the outline of her legs and body through
the material.

   His wife also noticed and grabbing his hard dick through his trousers
said: "Come on, you old perv.  Off to bed.  I have a surprise for you."
In their room he moved to kiss her but she pushed him away, telling him
to wait.  "Get into bed and don't cum till I get there," she said,

disappearing into the bathroom.

   When his wife returned a few minutes later she was wearing one of his
outsized T-shirts and, as far as Peter could see, nothing else.  She jumped
onto the bed next to him and they kissed deeply, their tongues soon
exploring each other.  When Peter tried to run his hands under his wife's
clothing, she stopped him, saying "not yet".

   "Now, lie back and keep your cock hard for me," she said.  "I've got
something to tell you."

   Jenny said: "I know you want to fuck my 15 year old niece - to finger
her, to cum in her, on her." He didn't reply (he had given up denying what
was obvious) and his wife watched his hand moving up and down on his rigid
cock,

   "I taught her a game a few weeks ago, a game you taught me.  And she
enjoys playing it."

   "You mean you ask her about her sex life and she tells you?"

   "Yep.  Well not much yet but it's promising."

   "What have you talked about?" he asked.

   "Now - you know the rules.  I can't tell you that."

   She held up a finger silencing his unspoken complaint.  "But I can tell
you things we didn't specifically discuss.  Just get comfortable and play
with yourself.  I want to watch you - but don't you dare cum!""

   Jenny sat demurely, the T-shirt covering her legs, watching her husband,
lying on his back, slowly stroking his semi-erect cock.

   "Well," she said..................

   She told him that the blonde teenager was still a virgin ("I mean she
hasn't had a cock up her yet"), was not very experienced but learning fast.
"But she has been fingered and seems to have enjoyed it a lot (surprise,
surprise!) and I reckon it's certain she's going to get some more at the
next party tomorrow night.  I don't think she had it in her mouth yet, so
she's a 3-way virgin, just waiting for an older, experienced man.  A 41
year old married man.  A married dirty old man who wants to do nasty things
to her!"

   Peter gasped as his wife leant forward and licked its tip of his hard
cock while he husband masturbated.

   "I want to cum on your face," he whispered.

   "No, you want to come on her pretty under-age face," she whispered back.
"To pretend it is her while you cover me with your creaminess.  Well, I
think I might be able to change your mind.  Now listen - AND DON'T CUM."

   "You see", she went on, "Anna and I sat on the sofa, one at either end,
with our legs up so we could see each others panties - full frontal between
the legs.  Hers were pink.  I wish you had been there to see.  It would
have really turned you on!  Now, let me show you why I don't think you'll
want to cum on my face.  Anna sat like this."

   Jenny sat as they both had done, facing her husband, legs bent and
parted so her husband had an unobstructed view of her panties between her
legs.  "I don't mind if you pretend it's Anna", Jenny whispered as his hand
speed increased.  "In fact, to make it easier I'm wearing...."

   "What," he gasped, "you're wearing.."

   "Anna's pink panties, that's right.  Now, where do you want to cum, on
your wife's face or her nieces panties while she's wearing them (well,
almost)."

   Peter knelt between his wife's legs, his cock only centimetres away from
the stretched pink fabric, his hand moving quickly.

   "Come on Uncle Peter.  Do dirty things to me.  Mess me up.  Cum on my
panties.  No," Jenny too was now breathing heavily, "cum on my cunt.  Cum
on my virgin 15 year old twat." She held the panties aside so he could get
at her genitals.

   "Oh, Uncle Peter!  I hope you cum a lot.  My Aunt says you cum heaps. 
Make a big mess.  Come on, cover my little virgin cunt!"

   And he did.  He came.  A lot.  Spurt after spurt covered the exposed
flesh, covered the pink lips, covered the pink panties, covered his wife's
fingers.

   Peter fell back exhausted.  "Don't get too comfortable," his wife said,
excitement in her voice.  "My turn.  Oh, God, I want to cum now!  Scoop it
up!  Scoop it into me!"

   Peter again knelt and began working cum off the panties into his wife,
cum from the vulva, cum from her inner thigh and from her arse where it had
began to run.  Jenny meanwhile, eyes closed, face flushed worked her clit
with her own cum-coated fingers.  Peter pushed his two sticky fingers
against his wife's lips and she opened her mouth to receive them.  Then she
came with an explosive "Oh, God!"



   In her bedroom, the unwitting subject of her family's passion listened
to the occasionally heard but undisguisable murmur of her aunt's voice and
the much louder and much clearer gasps and exclamations.

   "Gosh, I wonder what they are doing," she thought, her hand busy between
her legs.  "I wish I could watch."

   That was the thought that sent her too over the edge.  She dozed off,
naked, her wet fingers still in her mouth.