”“I understand, Aunt Sadie. I really do. I get it.”“And what happens after?”Puzzled, I asked, “What?”“Is it just a casual fuck? A one-...ight stand? Or would you keep wanting more?”Despite my need and eagerness to get into my aunt and experience her body, what she said did make me pause.“I … I dunno,” I said. “What about you?”Through a smile which made my cock pulse, Aunt Sadie said, “Oh, I’d probably want us to fuck all the time. You probably don’t know this about me, but I’ve got a voracious. "Uh huh." I was thinking ... we can afford a larger house, perhaps with a bigger garden. Maybe something with a river view..." Sounds good." And Jim could buy this one. We could carry the mortgage ourselves if he had any problem with getting one."So there it was; I realised how selfish I'd been, basking in connubial bliss and not giving any consideration to my friends' position. It took Grace to point out how we could help."Great idea! If Jim'll take it, of course."It took some negotiation, but. Bull and Abby came to the kitchen about a half hour later. Bull had on a pair of boxers and Abby had one of my dress shirts that she hadn’t bother to button. Their timing was perfect; I was ready to be social.“First of all, Billy-boy,” Bull said. “You can’t wear it out. Just like the worlds fair, it gets bigger and better every year.”“If you say so,” I said. “How long did you two go at it?”“All night,” Abby said with a tired smile. “Bill, you are the best husband in the whole world.” She d****d. “I can’t find them anywhere.” She pulled on the T shirt and sweat pants she’d retrieved, so I’d know she had nothing on under them. I was getting wise to her tricks, so I went to her room and opened the top drawer, which was full of bras and panties. I picked a set and tried to give them to her in the kitchen, which is where she was by then. She took them and set them on the counter, and kissed me and thanked me.They sat there all day.If you’re an aficionado of stories like this, I know you’re.