Sweet Aunt Jane,
My fantasising never ceases.
At any time of the day my mind is liable to drift in to that wishful mode whereby you and I indulge in the most outrageous sexual acts imaginable. Take this morning in bed. There I was, my stiff cock pushing between Margaret's bum cheeks through the thin sensual material of her nightdress, when my mind wandered to thoughts of you, and a lovely, erotic fantasy developed involving the three of us, and a lady called Toni that you had invited to visit.
The scenario and aspects of its content excited me to the point of losing my self-control, which in turn led to passionate and furious sex with my wife, and eventually her asking me what had made me so horny.
I hope you feel satisfied knowing that, not only are you giving me pleasure through your scurrilous and wanton pictures and emails, but that indirectly you also give pleasure to my wife, when I fuck away my frustrations on her!
Anyhow, back to my fantasy.
The scenario opens with you and Margaret chatting in the lounge over a glass of wine ... and looking so, so sexy and desirable. You, Jane, are wearing a close fitting grey dress complemented by red stockings and red stiletto-heeled shoes, leading me to wonder if your lingerie beneath the dress is red, too, because you've told me many times that you love wearing this colour underwear.
My lovely wife Margaret is wearing a cream satin blouse with a very full green skirt; the muted sheen of the material is highlighted by glossy, seamed black stockings ... stockings I want to run my fingers up and down.
The figure of a blonde-haired woman in her thirties appears. It is Toni. She is dressed in a tight pink skirt and jacket, the buttons undone far enough to display the cleavage of her eye catching breasts in their lacy black support. There is much hugging and kissing between the three of you and I'm introduced to Toni.
Within seconds of our meeting you all head for the stairs, and Toni, who seems to have taken charge of the gathering, orders me to follow on in a few minutes to join you all in the bedroom. Those few minutes waiting are agony and when I consider enough time has elapsed, I too head for the stairs, my hand stroking the erection which is forcing itself against my trousers.
I enter the room to find the three of you kneeling on the bed stripped to your lingerie, all outer clothes discarded haphazardly on the floor as if removed in a hurry. To my absolute delight I find that you are indeed wearing red lingerie, which contrasts sublimely to Toni's all black satin and lace ensemble, the full-length slip clinging provocatively to her body. The delicate satin straps of the slip are disarranged from her shoulders and hang loosely down her arms, affording Toni a sluttish appearance.
But my eyes are drawn to her voluptuous breasts and the deep cleavage created by her bra, a valley dramatically enhanced by the accompanying twin orbs of her tits and in stark contrast to your own modest, but none the less beautiful, matronly proportions.
Then I'm aware of you and Margaret fondling Toni's breasts, pulling her dark brown nipples away from their dark brown areolae. The nipples are aroused and have become rigid extending from each breast and demanding to be sucked. Toni has her head thrown back revelling in the attention she's receiving.
One of her hands is stroking the red lace covering your pussy depressing it between your labia; the material dampens and appears darker. This is obviously frustrating you because you yank aside the panties to allow Toni contact with the moist flesh of your pussy lips, a pussy free from pubic hair.
I watch transfixed and when Toni reaches up with her spare fingers to undo Margaret's bra, my own hand automatically resumes stroking the bulge in my trousers.
Margaret has chosen mauve, silk lingerie to thrill me with, a colour that seems to add even more whorish promiscuity to the scene on the bed. She shakes the mauve bra free, leaving just a half-slip and those glossy stockings adorning her body.
"Don't be shy, Peter," Toni whispers to me. "Take off your clothes and join us. Margaret tells me you love dressing up to fuck her and that you look rather inviting in lingerie." I don't need telling twice. I relish any opportunity to indulge my fetish for wearing frivolous underwear and to feel the soft satin and nylon kissing my balls and cock.
So, searching out stockings and suspenders from my closet I pull them on, together with a satin slip but no panties; temporarily satisfying my erection, as it nestles achingly amongst the folds of soft material awaiting the touch of female fingers. But the more impassioned and aroused I feel watching your sensual activity, the more open and urgent my cock stroking becomes.
The seductive tableau taking place on the bed is accompanied by the background sounds of rustling lingerie and the rasping of nylon stockings, providing further stimulus for my aching cock, to say nothing of the bouquet from three different perfumes assaulting my nostrils.
Suddenly, Jane, your frustration becomes vocal and, crying out that you require deeper satisfaction, you fall onto your back, open your legs wide and demand that Margaret and Toni please your pussy. They do your bidding.
I move closer to the bed.
Margaret and Toni soon have your juicy labia spread wide and I watch as your pussy is teased and pulled by two sets of feminine fingers, fingers whose brightly painted nails flash hither and thither in their pursuit of your clitoris. Your cunt becomes wetter and wetter and the squelching sound emanating from it acts like an aphrodisiac, the pink flesh shimmering with moisture. Margaret looks up.
