The living room fell quiet. Wifey was not pleased and shot me a very stern look. I smiled some weird Mona Lisa smile, knowing anything that came out of my mouth would not dispel the situation.

“Well?!” she bellowed.

Blood rushed to my face, and my heart beat fast. I couldn't swallow, and my hands shook.

Boy, Uncle Bob, you fucked up big this time.

Before I could utter a word, she turned to the girls.

"Well?" Her voice wasn't quite as harsh with them. She looked back and forth between the girls and me. "Isn't someone going to tell me what happened?"

I gathered a modicum of courage to speak.

“Well…”

Jill interrupted me.

“Aunt Linda,” she shrugged, looking over to Shawn, then back to my wife, “it just sort of…happened.” Wifey wasn’t buying it.

“What do you mean, ‘Sort of happened’? How does something between a fifty-something great step-uncle ‘sort of happen’ with two seventeen-year-old young women? Please tell me!”

Blinking their eyes, the ladies had no words.

“I can’t believe this is happening! Robert Louis…you should be ashamed of yourself! Have you no sense of control?”

“I…I…”

“Oh, you’re not going to shake this off like you do so many other naughty things! Your ass is really in the fire this time!”

“Aunt Linda,” Jill piped up. By now, she and Shawn were clutching at each other like cornered prey. “It’s just that…”

“Just what?” Linda took a step in their direction, her shadow creeping up their bare legs.

“It’s just that…” Jill looked at me, fear in her eyes. “It’s just that Uncle Bob forced us to do things!”

You could have knocked me over with a feather when I saw a tear streak down my great step-niece’s cheek, then another. Shawn looked like she was close to tears herself.

“What the fuck are you two talking about?” I bellowed. Yes, I finally found my goddamn words!

“It’s true, Mrs. Perry,” Shawn’s voice quivered as she fought not to cry. “He forced us to do everything!” She accented that last word as if to give it added heinousness.

"That's a goddamn lie!" I yelled at the top of my voice. My first impulse was to leap to my feet, but I didn't want to appear threatening, so I merely sat up and leaned in their direction. "Linda, they're making it all up." I paused and took a few deep breaths while the girls audibly whimpered like poor, Dickensian waifs. "YES, we did things, YES, I enjoyed it immensely, but so did they." I threw my hands in the air. Yes, I was guilty as hell of having sex with both of them, but they were the ones who plotted and schemed to shatter my reserves. If there was anything wrong done while Wifey was away, everyone was guilty!

“I don’t believe you.” Wifey’s eye narrowed as she turned back toward me. Her steps were slow and measured as she drew near me. “I know how you can get, especially with a few beers in you.” I could see her fists were clenched. “You took advantage of these girls, and now you must pay the price.”

My head swam as I fought not to pass out. The room moved unsteadily, and I was glad to be sitting. This didn't seem real. It couldn't be real! What was I going to do?

“And my darlings,” Wifey turned away from me like I was so much stinking garbage, sitting herself between the girls on the sofa. "How will you ever forgive me for putting you under the same roof with such a monster?"

By now, Jill and Shawn were whimpering and sobbing, perhaps with a little too much gusto. I stopped myself from rolling my eyes.

What a fucking performance from these two!

“My loves,” she cooed. I scowled at them, trying to control my heartbeat and breathing, as Wifey kissed Jill on the forehead, then Shawn. "Aunt Linda is here, and everything will be all right."

Then things got odd.

“Come here, sweetheart.” Wifey then proceeded to pull Jill onto her lap!

I hadn’t seen my great step-niece in my wife’s lap since Jill was ten or so! As strange as it looked, I just kept my mouth shut and watched.

“Poor, poor Jill,” my wife placed her hands around her great step-niece’s waist as Jill leaned back against her aunt. I couldn’t help but notice the young woman’s nipples had grown erect. Now their cheeks were pressed together.

“What did my monster of a husband do to you?” By now, Jill’s eyes had closed as she rested against Wifey’s ample bosom, arms limp by her side.

“W-well, he…” Jill sniffed, “he forced me to lie back on the bed, and then he fucked me!”

“Oh, my god!” Wifey screeched, glaring at me.

“And he forced me to watch!” Shawn chimed in. “He made us both get naked!”

“Oh, Bob, you’re going to fry for this!”

“Fuck it,” I murmured to myself, accepting my fate. I sat back in my brown, Naugahyde Barcalounger and took a swig of unexceptional American lager, but I couldn’t stop looking at them.

“Not only that, but he forced me to eat his cum out of Jill’s pussy!” Shawn clasped her hands together, a witness for the prosecution. “And then he ate my pussy!”

Wifey merely shook her head, glaring at me with disgust. One of her hands reached over to touch Shawn’s cheek.

“Did you cum?” My wife asked.

“Uh-huh,” Shawn nodded, looking over to me.

I about leapt out of my skin! What the fuckin’ fuck?

“He’s a piece of shit, but he does know how to eat pussy.” Wifey’s expression didn’t change. She turned to Jill. “How about you?” Jill also nodded.

“Yeah, I came and came, Aunt Linda. God, Uncle Bob’s cock is HUGE! He fucked me really HARD!”

“Oh, you poor, poor girl.”

My wife made a ticking noise with her tongue and teeth, something she used to do when chastising our two now-grown boys. This had become absurd!

I noticed Wifey’s left hand had slid up my great step-niece’s side. Jill, in keeping with her usual revealing wardrobe, wore a thin, snug tank top with large openings for the arms, the kind I loved until now, which gave me countless glimpses of her sweet, little tits. Next thing I knew, Wifey’s hand slid into the gap!

"Here, my love," Wifey said in a silky voice. “I’ll make it better.”

I couldn’t believe what I was seeing as my wife’s hand slid over Jill’s left breast. Her right hand followed suit on the opposite side, and soon, Wifey massaged both of Jill’s sweet, little tits under her thin top!

“How’s that, love?” Wifey’s moist, red lips touched Jill’s ear.

“Ohhh, god,” the young woman sighed, squirming in her aunt’s lap, “that’s heavenly.”

“Does it make you wet and horny?”

“Uh-huh.” Jill nodded. Her eyes closed, and her mouth fell open slightly as she luxuriated in my wife’s touch. “God, it feels so good.”

I loved watching Wifey’s hands moving underneath the sheer white cotton fabric of Jill’s top. It reminded me of encounters we had as swingers with young women my wife had chosen for us.

All the while, Shawn watched them intently. Of course, she also had some gossamer thing on. That, plus being braless with her ample tits with their dark areolas and thick, erect nipples, she might as well have been topless.

“Play with my tits, too, Mrs. Perry!” She pleaded.

“How about this, ladies?” Wifey removed her hands from underneath Jill’s top, leaving a breathless, red-faced vixen with nipples poking out harder than diamonds. “Slip back onto the sofa, honey,” my wife instructed. Jill obeyed.

I just about fell out of my chair when Wifey quickly unbuttoned her blue, flowered blouse, opening it wide. The next second, she reached behind to unclasp her bra. With a shrug, the bra fell down to her lap, exposing those luscious double-D tits I’ve loved for these thirty years. Her areolas were large, larger than a silver dollar, with nipples always hard and thick from nursing our two sons, plus all the attention they received from me and countless others' mouths over the years. With a sly grin, my wife looked at Jill, then over to Shawn.

"Come on, girls." She tugged them toward her breasts. "Come, let Mama nurse.”

“Ohhh, yes, Aunt Linda!” Jill moved in as Shawn squealed with approval. My wife let out a long, luxurious sigh as the two teen girls drew their respective nipples into their mouths. Immediately, they sucked with vigor as Wifey placed her hands on the backs of their heads.

“Oh, you’re such good, good ladies.” My wife said, with a serene, benevolent expression on her face. No doubt the pleasure was intense. Jill and Shawn both moaned, their mouths full of succulent tit flesh, nursing away like two hungry infants.

I had been watching all of this as if it had been a dream. Of course, it started as a nightmare, but as it unfolded, I couldn’t help but relax a tiny bit and marvel at the erotic tableau before me.

Jill released my wife’s breast and moved up to kiss her mouth, and it wasn’t just a peck on the lips. Their mouths locked together, tongues probing as they devoured each other’s faces. Jill tugged on the saliva-coated nipple, causing Wifey to moan and wince, lunging her tongue deeper and deeper into her great step-niece’s mouth.

“Let me kiss," Shawn pleaded, her lips still rubbing against the nipple she had been sucking. The next moment, my wife and Shawn mingled their saliva with the same vigor as Jill, moaning, tongues probing, as Jill returned to breastfeeding. I noticed Wifey had spread her legs wide and wasn’t wearing any panties, her thick but well-groomed dark bush in full view. God help me, I couldn’t hold back any longer, consequences be damned!

“For Christ’s sake, what the fuck is going on here?”

Wifey and Shawn kissed for another moment until Shawn started to laugh, pulling back. She couldn’t help herself, and it was contagious. Jill released my wife’s nipple and joined in the laughter, pressing her cheek against her great step-aunt’s soft, pillowy tits. Wifey held out for another moment until she finally broke down. I persisted.

“I’d like an answer, please. This is fucked up!”

Wifey finally spoke, but not to me.

“We really had him, didn’t we?” She managed to blurt out before disintegrating into more laughter. It was Jill who finally turned to me, tears streaming from her eyes, this time from laughter.

“Holy fuck, Uncle Bob, we…” She paused to take a deep breath. “…we really had you going!”

“Mr. Perry, please forgive us!” Shawn almost choked; she was trying so hard not to laugh.

I didn’t know what to think. Middle age, retirement, and general leisure had slowed my brain. I wasn’t up to these shenanigans!

“So…” I squinted like a fool, speaking slowly. “You were just…”

“Honey,” Wifey said, having calmed somewhat, “I didn’t know it would get so brutal.” She had plucked a pink tissue from the dispenser on the end table and was dabbing her eyes. “I’m so sorry!”

“You were fucking kidding me?” I wasn’t sure whether to be angry or relieved. “Jesus Christ, I nearly had a heart attack!”

“Uncle Bob, I’m sorry, too!” Jill’s voice was raspy after convulsions of laughter. “I swear to god I’ll never do that again, but…” She paused for a moment, trying to calm herself, "…we put one over on you, but GOOD!"

“Oh, my god, if you could have seen your face, Bob!” My wife smiled with both her mouth and eyes. “I haven’t seen an expression like that on you in years…no, DECADES!”

I realized I was squeezing my beer can so hard that it had started to crush, suds leaking out of the bottom. I quickly finished it and set it on the table next to me.

“I’m still one confused motherfucker!” I looked like the proverbial deer in the headlights as I wiped my hands on my jeans.

“Oh, my love,” Wifey hugged the two snugly to her bosom as they luxuriated in her magnificent breasts, “there’s so much to tell, but first…” She patted their thighs, signaling she wanted to stand. “I need to shower. Meanwhile, the three of you should get more comfortable.”

Get more comfortable. I snorted, again shaking my head. That was one of the variants Wifey and I used when swinging, which meant "prepare for sex." By then, the girls had joined me on either side of the Barcalounger and were pulling at my arms while my wife disappeared down the hallway.

“Come on, Uncle Bob!” Jill dug her bare heels into the thick shag rug.

“Okay, okay, you little vixens, I’m coming!”

Of course, that elicited a new round of giggles as I rose to my feet.

“And you do that very well, Uncle Bob…cumming,” Jill said, taking me by the hand and leading me toward the bedroom, Shawn close behind.

Still, I was hesitant to remove any clothing, but my sexy young ladies shed their nothings in the blink of an eye.

“Get naked, Uncle Bob,” Jill tugged at my shirt, pulling it over my head.

“Yeah, Mr. Perry, why so shy?” Shawn had already removed my belt and unzipped my jeans.

Both of them pushed me back on the bed. I kicked off my house slippers as they pulled my jeans and underwear down my legs. No surprise, my cock sprang up, bobbing at full mast.

“There it goes again,” Jill smirked, reaching out to wrap her hand around my affliction. I couldn’t help but tense my buttocks from pleasure, cock straining. She certainly had the touch.

“Can’t keep it down,” Shawn nodded, eyes excited as we all slid up on the bed, not a stitch of clothing among us.

With the sound of Wifey showering down the hallway, Jill traced her fingertip around the hairs on my chest.

“Soooo…” She smiled at me, glancing over to Shawn. “What do we do now, Unc?”

Before I could respond, two mouths covered my nipples. Goddamn, they were such experts! I could help but moan as I gripped the backs of their heads, savoring the intense pleasure that made my cock twitch, a drop of pre-cum glistening at the tip. I kissed the tops of their heads as I nursed them. Despite this scene, I still had about ten thousand questions!

“I’m still not sure what the fuck is going on, girls,” I whispered, “but you’re on the right track.” Jill released my nipple.

“All in good time, Unc.” She swiped her delicate, pink tongue across my erect bud, forcing me to gasp before once again pressing her mouth against it.

“Jesus, my cock’s about to burst!”

It was now Shawn who paused feeding for just a second.

“All in good time, Mr. Perry.” She kissed all around my saliva-coated nipple, nuzzling my chest hair. “Patience.” Her mouth returned to the object of her affection.

“Well!” Wifey’s voice at the door surprised me. She stood before us wearing her big, soft, pink bathrobe, a striped towel wrapped around her head. “Looks like you started without me!”

“Come give Uncle Bob his present for taking our prank so well!” Jill said excitedly, her cheek rubbing against my chest. “We’re making sure he’s good and hard!”

“Yes! Please, Mrs. Perry!” Shawn added.

“Okay, then, if you think he deserves it.” She gave me that look with her piercing, hazel eyes.

Smartass.

Her shoulders shrugged, and the robe fell to the floor, revealing Wifey’s magnificent body. Of course, she was in her mid-fifties, and bearing two children, plus a relatively comfortable lifestyle, had changed her body from the time we met thirty years ago. I wouldn’t have it any other way. The texture of her skin was more alluring and erotic. She colored her hair, but left a little natural grey to highlight her auburn locks. Her double-D breasts sagged a bit, and how could they not, but it was a droop that made them more appealing. Like all women, there were stretch marks, and over the years I’ve kissed the paths of every one of them countless times. My girl Linda was so many things: a nurturing and supportive mother, a doting aunt, a passionate lover, and most of all, my beautiful wife.

The towel on her head was the only thing she wore as she knelt at the foot of the bed, moving forward until she hovered over my jutting cock.

“Here, Auntie.”

Jill grasped my meat, keeping it steady as Wifey lowered herself closer to my throbbing, purple helmet. Peeking out from her well-groomed fur were two thick, swollen lips ready to engulf my manhood.

“Damn, girls, you got me so fucking worked up, sucking my tits like that,” She murmured.

“Works the same on Uncle Bob,” Jill smiled, giving my cock an extra squeeze.

“Did I lie?” Wifey took me into her body, and, with a few undulations, sank down to my balls. After thirty years, she had loosened a bit, but was still tight enough to force a moan from me. She pulled the towel from her head, tossing back her still-damp hair defiantly.

“Miss me, Bobby boy?” She breathed the words across my upturned face. My wife’s voice always changed, taking on a softer, dream-like timbre when she took my cock inside.

I nodded, smiling. She rested on me for a minute, rocking back and forth, luxuriating in the sensations I awakened in her.

“That’s much, much better.”

She leaned over, letting her glorious tits dangle in my face. Jill and Shawn’s close presence fell to the back of my consciousness as I reached up to hold her breasts steady while I nuzzled the soft, scented globes.

“Mmmm, yes, lover,” she whispered.

I took a hard nipple in my mouth and drew it in. She squirmed, hissing as I gently raked my teeth over the turgid bud. My fingers tugged at the other nipple, making her pussy clench repeatedly around my manhood. Goddamn, she was so very wet!

With a breast still in my mouth, my hands dropped to her full, round hips and ass, squeezing them. I didn’t realize how much I missed her body, the feel, the scent of her skin, and the pheromone-laden hint of her arousal.

Wordlessly, she began undulating against me, her slick love canal moving up and down my veined shaft. Soon, slapping noises filled the air as our bodies collided. I returned the thrusts from underneath, synchronizing to enhance the impact. Soon, Wifey...