He knew, his mind was asking for just a peek but it was impossible to have a look and run to bathroom and release the tension there. Probably it won�...t matter, what she looked like. George was a typical teenaged horn dog but she was also a fox. George was knowing that she was his aunt and also happily married for so long.Getting close as few feet from her, he was sure, he needed far more than just a look and he softly reached to touch her ample breasts. He surely did not want to wake her up but. Was I simply like a good Uncle Doug offering her to choose between A and B or was I inviting her to if she wished choose option C, the master bedroom? How would I react if she chose C and I had not intended that one? Would she be flattered or afraid? How much, if at all, did she want to be kissed, fondled, licked? And yes, fucked? I held my breath. The silence was broken only by the soft hum of an electric clock in my head. Yet it sounded as though I were listening to Giuseppe Verdi's Anvil. She began to push back on my cock until we met together. I didn't move for a few seconds to let her ass get adjusted to take the assault it was about to receive. After the few seconds was up, I began thrusting in and out of her ass, picking up speed with each thrust. Soon enough, our bodies were colliding together and her moans began to increase in tempo and volume. This was all new to me, considering I've never done anal before. I knew how to prepare everything for it, but have never actually. They both came together for what seemed a full minute. She gasped that she need something to drink and a rest. The guy pulled out of her and flopped down beside her. Her legs were open and her cunt and his cock both steamed in the cool evening air. Cum was oozing out of my wife's cunt but she didn't seem to notice or maybe after the orgasm she'd just been given, she didn't care.As Martin, Enzo and I watched the new guy, whose cock was still hard picked my wife up and positioned her on the bed.