Robert Vickers

Swinging aunt

CHAPTER ONE

Gloria Stanford pulled the thin nightie closer around her lush body as she strolled aimlessly through the back yard of her sister's house. Ever since her husband had been killed in a truck wreck, she hadn't been feeling too well physically. Nothing that she could put her finger on, just minor aches and pains and a general listlessness.

She knew what the problem was, deep down. She had loved Henry and his loss was creating a gap in her life that wasn't going to be easily filled.

True, she was still young. Not as close to forty as she was to thirty, she still had a body that made men turn and look twice. The flare of her perky ass from under the nightie would have given any male a hard-on. If that didn't do it, the ample tits spilling lavishly from the front of the thin nylon garment would have done it for sure. The tits bobbed, unfettered, and the distant street light cast just enough light into the back yard to make it obvious that her nipples had become erect from the cool wind whipping around her body.

Gloria walked on the grass, feeling its moistness under her bare feet. Why she enjoyed coming out here more naked than dressed and simply wandering, she didn't know. With the street only a few feet away, any passing pedestrian could look over the wall and get the treat of his life.

Gloria didn't care. And yet again, she did. That odd twisting of her emotions kept her confused and aimless. She missed the sex with Henry. He was about the best cocksman she had ever found, and the woman had had a few in her younger days. Yet, sex in and of itself seemed pointless. The urges deep in her hollow, aching cunt were there but the mental thrill she got from fucking was gone.

She brushed back her thick mane of soft brown hair and stopped for a moment while the wind lightly touched her tits and made its swift passage between her legs. Her snatch was a little bit juicy just thinking about Henry and the times they'd fucked. But the desire that should have been present with the flood of love juices eluded her.

"Ummmm, oh God, you great big fucker," came the soft words, "stuff that hard cock of yours in balls deep. I want to feel you fucking me, really fucking me!"

Gloria lifted her head guiltily. She saw that the window to her sister's room was open wide. There wasn't much doubt in her mind what was going on inside. Denise and Frank were getting it on. Even without the words, she knew what was happening from the soft moans and the liquid squishing sound as a cock raced into an aroused cunt. She turned to go away from the window, not wanting to spy, then stopped.

She didn't want to peep into the window, yet she did. Gloria tried to kid herself that it was only for the sake of curiosity. She guessed her brother-in-law was well hung, but she'd never had the chance to find out. How could she pass up such a golden opportunity as this to find out?

The light in the bedroom was dim. Little more filtered in from the outer world, but she had a good view of the hot and heavy action. The sheets were twisted and mostly on the floor, leaving the two naked lovers exposed on the bed. From the angle she had Gloria was able to see both Frank's large prick and her sister's gaping pussy.