Her eyes and mouth were smiling coyly. My eyes roamed to her neck then to her small, high-mounted breasts. I gazed upon her puffy nipples, then my eye... swept over her midriff and down to her butterfly tattoo and to her pussy, shaved smooth except for a narrow landing strip above her hood. Her hair was pale and cropped to stubble. With a twinge of shame -- though not remorse -- I recalled our earlier passion, watched by Lucy, as I entered my own aunt and came inside her.Aunt Anne stooped over me. I retied her hands, still with the belt behind her, but with her arms to her side to display them all the way to the beautifully painted nails on her finger tips. Finally I raised her legs until she was spread wide open, and tied each foot to the footrest.Time again to step back and enjoy my handiwork. I sat on the couch under our picture window and was enraptured by the vision before me. There lay my beautiful wife, totally vulnerable with every inch of her body completely exposed to anyone. " He spins her around again to face Jim. "Come over and feel her tits, her nipples, suck on them, grab her ass, lick her pussy, put a finger inside it, feel her arousal, feel the hot delicious texture of her pussy, do everything you've always wanted to do. Do it because I told you to."Jim can't stand it anymore, slowly walks towards her, but hesitates. She feels humiliated in a way, but still aroused. Her pussy is dripping wet, she wants him to enjoy the pleasure she knows her body can give. "You should really try to keep an open mind about all this," she chided.I sighed. She was right, of course. There are countless examples in fiction in which the scientific mind has been represented as a "closed" mind. And in fact, there had just been too many strange events in the past few months to discount the presence of... SOMETHING; but whatever it was had to be bound by scientific roots. I am a realist. I always have been. I always will be."You'll have to give me a little while," I told.