My lesbian lust for Auntie Evie

My lesbian lust for Auntie Evie 16

It was amazing being with Evie again. Even with Walter involved. But more specifically, after he left the room, when we finally had a chance to be alone. The passion was incredible. I understood her nervousness and anxiety. I had the same fears and concerns. But it seemed to me once we were alone, our time was nothing but lust and desire.

I was in love with her. I couldn't deny that. I was in love with a woman. A married woman. I was in love with kissing, touching her, eating her out, and feeling the pleasures only two women can have together. Sometimes I couldn't even fathom how someone like me, who was raised to be an upscale, educated, proper English woman, taught to fall for a man and raise kids, could find herself in her mid-twenties, so deeply entangled in a lesbian relationship, wanting women, way more than any man. I couldn't even begin to wonder what Evie thought.

Maybe it was because, honestly, and surprisingly, she was the first person I felt I was ever in love with. Perhaps on those rare occasions, during college, my old roommate opened doors for me that I never expected. Maybe I just never met "that man" who made my heart go pitter-patter. All I knew was that I would have (figuratively) killed to be with her permanently. And now that I was on the dating and chat sites, speaking with more women, closeted lesbian women, and surely very curious women, there was no doubt that my future - Evie or not - was destined to be with women.

Over the next few weeks, more "normal" conversations with Evie would occur. She would occasionally send me the little pictures and videos again, like she had before we got caught. But then other times, she'd send messages like, "Walter and I would love to see you again." Or "Walter would like, Walter hopes we can" moments, which were still rather annoying to me. I justified the two completely different message designs to her time alone, her desires, and what she wanted from me, versus when he was right next to her, and she couldn't send what she wanted.

I had asked her to come over several times, but each time was met with, "I can't this week, or I can't just yet, he's still monitoring my whereabouts." I would get so mad that she couldn't even meet me at the supermarkets, or convenient shops, even for 10 minutes.

I was at the point where I couldn't have screamed any louder for her to hear me, only not to be seen or heard. It was tiring. It came down to Evie asking me to come over for dinner again, to spend time with her and Walter. I hated the idea, not because of him, just because I wanted it to be us again. Alone, somewhere, out shopping, or dining, or just watching a movie at my place. The sex was important, but it wasn't the priority. Time with her was. Being with her. Communicating face-to-face was. Falling deeper in love was. Not just some dinner and a threesome.

But also knowing the price we were paying for our secret affair, and that his rules had been established and agreed upon, I decided to sacrifice myself for the betterment of us one more time and agreed to a dinner at their place. Surely another round of Walter, so that I could be with her. This time, I planned for us to focus on him, to give him his jollies and to get him off as soon as possible, so he'd leave us alone. I hoped it would go as planned and that we could have that time alone again, as before.

It wasn't long after dinner that night, after a couple of glasses of wine, that he felt he was the "King of England," and started to demand Evie, and I kissed in front of him. This time, we didn't slip into the bedroom. We all hovered around the couch in the front room. Accordingly, as much as my mind was focused on being with Evie, I wanted to get Walter off, so he'd leave us be. I pulled from Evie, kissed Walter, and edged him right onto the center cushion of the couch and knelt down before him. I rubbed up and down over his crotch as Evie stood to my right, watching my actions. She was rubbing her tits, eyes wide open and fixed on what I was doing to him. I slowly unbuttoned his pants, unzipped his zipper, and started pulling the sides of his pants to get them off.

He lifted his hips slightly, and with a bit of a struggle, I wiggled his pants off. I turned sideways to Evie and lifted her dress up to her stomach, and started rubbing over her pantyhose right on her pussy to get her even more aroused and ready. She had no panties underneath, so I could see my hand rubbing her slit over the material.

I lifted myself off my knees, pulled my shirt over my head, reached behind me, popped my bra open, letting it fall from my chest seductively, and then wiggled out of my jeans, kneeling back down, in just my panties. Evie pulled her dress over her head, let her tits come free from her bra, and knelt beside me, as I leaned over, pulled Walter's underwear down, and slipped his hard dick into my mouth.

As I turned my attention to him, my focus was on sucking his dick and getting him off, but more importantly, I wanted Evie so hot and bothered that she'd want me alone. Evie and I took turns sucking his dick, as we gently rubbed and caressed each other's skin. She'd suck him for a minute or so, pull away, kiss me, then I'd go down on him for a minute or two, until she was ready to take back over. It was an amazing feeling having her hands wander my body, caress my tits, reach up under my legs, and tease my pussy while I was sucking Walter's dick.

I can't say it was bad giving him head again, and we surely were more focused on him than on each other, but at least I was kissing her, feeling her naked skin, and getting wet and aroused. Desiring to be licking her pussy, or her licking mine.

After a while, Evie left me alone to focus on Water. I saw her rise up out of the corner of my eye and felt her kneel in behind me. Her hands were caressing my back, reaching under to caress my tits, and sliding her hand up and down on my pussy, while I was slobbering away on Walter. Suddenly, she ripped my panties down to the back of my knees, where my legs were bent, and was rubbing me hard and deeply, making me whimper and moan.

I felt her spread my ass cheeks further apart, as I was trying to spread my knees apart further, but being held up by the material of my panties. I suspected she was going to eat me out from behind, but in an instant, I felt her warm, wet tongue licking and swirling around my asshole. I literally lurched forward, not expecting her to be eating my ass out, versus my wet pussy lips.

I never had anyone eat my ass before, so for her to take the initiative to eat me, while her fingers were teasing my clit was fucking phenomenal. I couldn't even focus on sucking Walter's dick anymore. I let it slip from my mouth and put my head down on his leg next to it, and just stayed there moaning while Evie was pleasing me from the backside.

I was whimpering and moaning, begging her to keep going. I wanted her tongue on my pussy. Her fingers inside of me, but the way she was eating my ass, while Walter's hard dick was resting in my hand, made me want her even more.

I started whimpering and moaning, she was going to bring me to orgasm, rubbing my clit while licking my ass. I was rocking back and forth, grunting out her name, letting her know that I was going to cum. She kept going, tried to push her face and tongue further into me, until I finally exploded. My back arched like a cat, my breath stopped, and my grip on Walter's dick was so tight that I must have cut off blood flow.

"Yeah," she moaned out. "Cum for me, Bella."

I was in total submission to her and to Walter. Here I was, his dick in my hand, her fingers and tongue all over my ass, whimpering as I had just won the orgasmic Olympics, and I was hooked.

When she finished, she swung around by me and kissed me deeply, suggesting I climb on top of Walter and ride his dick, while she watched and masturbated. I took her suggestion, and with wobbly legs, I managed to stand up, get my panties completely off, climb on top of Walter, as she shimmied herself out of her nylons, nestled herself on the end of the couch, spread her legs, licked her fingers, and started rubbing her clit, while Walter's dick slid slowly and easily into my dripping wet pussy.

I leaned over and kissed him for a bit as I started to rise and fall consistently. I was actually surprised he hadn't cum yet. Considering we were both blowing him, and seeing his wife eating me out. Even though I was wet and aroused, and being pleasured by his dick, my thoughts were still of her. I wanted her to be in me. Even if it was her fingers, her tongue, or a strap-on, I just wanted her.

But knowing the situation and "pay back," I knew I was going to be taking his dick until he came. Truthfully, I wasn't even as concerned if he did cum in me. I figured even if he got off, then I could just continue with Evie. As I rode him, listening to him moan, his hands on my thighs, my tit flapping up and down, I could hear Evie getting more and more aroused. I would look sideways and see her fingers ramming in and out of her pussy, while the other hand was grabbing her tits. At one point, she moaned out, "Ride his fucking dick hard, Bella." Which made me want this even more.

Evie came hard, masturbating, watching me fuck her husband. Just after she came while I was still bouncing up and down on Walter, she pulled herself up from lying back, was kissing me deeply, and rubbing my clit with her fingers as her husband's dick was sliding in and out of me. "I want to taste you," she moaned out, just as she started to guide me off of him.

With her help, I lifted myself off of Walter, swung around, lay myself down on the edge of the couch, and spread my legs, just as Evie's face dove between my legs. Her warm, wet tongue hit my slit, and I felt her trying to French kiss the inside of my pussy. I begged and begged her to eat my pussy, to make me cum, while Walter was watching us intently, stroking his cock.

"Evie, don't stop, don't stop!" Sprang loudly from my lips time and time again, as I got closer and closer to coming.

I was beyond aroused. I was heading for my second orgasm with Evie leading the charge to get me off again. Walter slid from the couch, knelt behind Evie, and started fucking her doggy style while she kept slurping away on my pussy.

I heard her say, "Cum on Bella's pussy." Just as he was moaning out, he was about to cum.

Walter pulled out, swung around, leaned over her, slowly started jacking himself off, until he blasted the side of her face and the skin above my clit with a white-hot load of cum, that she proceeded to lick off, swallow, and finger me with.

When he was finally done, he stepped back, watched for a few minutes, and then sat in the chair, exhausted, huffing and puffing and surely spent from blasting his load. When Evie made me cum again, I guided her up on top of me and whispered in her ear, "The bedroom."

We excused ourselves, grabbed a few articles of our clothing, and left Walter to his chair and TV in the front room, and went into her bedroom, where we proceeded to fuck, lick, suck, and finger each other to multiple further orgasms.

That evening, once we were alone and in the midst of me ramming my fingers in her pussy, becoming more in-depth with one another, I was leaning over her, looking deeply into her eyes as I was ramming three fingers inside of her, loudly demanding she answer statements like, "Whose pussy is this?"

"You want me all the time, don't you, Evie?'

"You love me more than him, don't ya, Evie?"

She knew whose pussy it was. It was my pussy, and mine was hers. Just as I was bringing her close to her third orgasm, I mouthed out, "Tell me you want me always. Tell me you want this forever."

Her head was shaking back and forth, her legs quivering, her pussy being absolutely pounded by my fingers, my pinky deep in her ass, also ramming in and out.

"Yes!" She groaned out.

"Yes, Bella! Yes."

"I love you," she mouthed out.

"Yes, I want you all the time."

"Yes, I love you more than him."

"Good," I replied, just as I dipped my head down, slid my body flat on the mattress, and slid my tongue up into her slit, licking her until she came hard all over my face.

I was going to make her cum so hard and so many times that she would never forget it. As I said in my last story, I didn't even know if I was more in love with her than I had been, or if it was now pure determination to get her away from him and to make her the lesbian, I believe she was dying to be. Even at 50, even after all her years of marriage and after any other men she dated, I wanted her to realize that my pussy and my love were where she needed to be.

After she came on my face, her legs shaking, her body arching, lightly covered in sweat, she looked down at me as I rested my chin on the upper part of her pussy, just below her belt line. We just stared into each other's eyes. I could smell the musty, wet, sloppy aroma of her cum all over my face. I could feel the love and tenderness we were sharing. I wanted to whisper to her, "Pack your stuff, you're coming home with me," but I wasn't going to push it tonight. I wanted that moment of my dedicated, unwavering love and support to be when she and I were alone, as before, not with Walter in the next room.

Evie guided my body up on top of hers and kissed me so deeply. She whispered words of love and admiration during that kiss. She said to me, "Bella, I'm ready. I want you. I can't be without you."

Her hand cupped my pussy as we held close, pinned chest to chest. We lay like that for the better part of twenty minutes. No talk, no words, no plans set in motion to get her out of that house. Just the absolute love or acceptance we had. We were just two women who were in absolute love with one another and in desperate need of each other. A deep resonating, loving, warm feeling that only we could share at that moment.

After we both got dressed and Evie walked me to the front room to gather my coat and shoes, I saw Walter sitting in his recliner, a drink on the table, a big fat cigar between his fingers, watching some TV show, seeming uncaring or uninterested in the fact that I just fucked his wife way harder than he ever could. Maybe it was emasculating to him. Maybe he thought he was king of the world, because I sucked his dick and rode him for a while. Perhaps watching Evie and me seduce each other was just the turn-on he needed to feel like a real man. I'm not sure, but either way, after I slipped my coat on, I pulled Evie to me and kissed her so deeply and lovingly, like we had been doing in the bedroom.

When I broke from our kiss, I spoke loudly, "You were incredible, Evie. Better than any man I've ever had. I can't wait to see you again."

With that, I turned, looked at Walter, and spoke aloud to him, "Oh, by the way, Walter. Evie and I are going out alone next Saturday night. She may or may not be home. So, plan accordingly. We need our time together."

And with that, I placed one more soft kiss on her lips, opened the door, and walked out.

I couldn't believe I had the courage or the gumption to say that to him, but I was already tired of the "Walter wants, Walter needs" conversations, and I wanted her alone.

The drive home that night was liberating. I had never felt so alive. It was as if I had finally broken out of the sheltered little shy girl I had been all my life, and had become a woman in the span of a ten-second conversation, where I stood my ground, set my demands out, and stood up for what I needed and wanted, not what someone else dictated.

I had butterflies in my tummy, my smile was a mile wide, and even though I had been fucked by him, then had his wife's fingers and tongue inside of me, my pussy was dripping wet. I literally unbuttoned and unzipped my pants, and as I drove home, one hand was on the wheel, while one hand was deep in my own panties, rubbing my clit. I wasn't excited because I had sex with two people. I was excited because I knew I would be alone with her next weekend. I had boldly told him, "She may not be home," and I knew at that moment, even though I hadn't quite figured it out just yet, I wanted to propose to her. I needed Evie to be my wife. To be my permanent lover, and for me to be with whom I felt I needed to be married to.

Needless to say, that week I planned, re-planned, went impromptu wedding-ring shopping, bought new lingerie, and planned the most romantic night I could think of to make her say yes. And after a wonderful night of dinner, sex, passionate kissing, and both of us experiencing an anal orgasm with one of my toys, I asked Evie to marry me, and she said, "Yes!"

It was one of the happiest moments of my life. I'll tell you all about that night in the next chapter.