I dropped her in her friend’s place and came back home.As I entered, I found the whole house very much quiet. As I entered the bedroom, I found my a...nt and grandpa sitting on the bed. They were talking very softly. Something told me not to make a sound and watch.Suddenly I saw my aunt nodding her head in a negative manner with a hesitating face. My grandpa came closer to her and uttered something. My aunt tried to get up but he held her hands and made her sit near him. Suddenly he put a hand on. I spread those, by now, wet pink lips apart and do the same; I blow warm air in and around those beautiful full lips. You start gyrating uncontrollably. I smack your bottom again telling you to stop that. You can’t help it. I now begin to touch you every where, I stroke the outer lips of that beautiful pussy, your little brown hole and you moan in ecstasy. I put my head down between your cheeks and lick, lick, lick. You can’t stand it much longer and start moaning again and. I made love with a fierceness new to me. I wanted to claim her as my own, to be the best, the first at whatever I could with her. I fucked her relentlessly, I sodomised her and I swamped her with pleasure. My mind ran wild at the imaginings of her. My cock was stiff whenever she was near. Of course, it was the thought of her with her other lovers that excited me. I wanted my wife to be sluttish, promiscuous, wanton, debauched. As she once was. But she would not have a bar of it. She had turned. That message from you came out of the blue, our sporadic burst of messages since leading us back to here. We no longer need each other, but we most definitely want each other.A knock, a glimpse through a spyhole. We exchange a brief embrace and a kiss as the door closes and locks. Smiles. Privacy. Secrets. Bigger smiles. You drape your jacket over a chair as a whiff of aftershave catches your nose. Warm hands on waists, hotter lips. No urgency.Yet.We move closer together. Your hand slips under.