Chapter 4

Unbeknownst to me that summer day when my Katie had accidentally shown her pussy had made a big impression on her. She had always been a blend of saint and slut. Living with me had put considerable pressure on the saint part. The “good girl persona that her bitch of a mother (more about her later) had forced her into adopting, warred with her innate sensuality. The shame she’d been taught since she was in diapers now fueled her inner slut. And like most of the judgmental people I have known in my life, she had a blind spot concerning the darker part of herself. Denial was her armor. She would never admit, even to herself, that she had naughty kinks bubbling beneath the surface.

We probably would have muddled along with me no wiser about her kink, but more things came to light when Katie’s Uncle Fred and Aunt Becky dropped in unannounced pounding on the door at eleven o’clock at night. They lived a couple of hundred miles away and were on their way to visit Katie’s other aunt. Her damn family was like that--every one of them. They would just show up and expect to be put up for one night or a week. Stay in a hotel? Never if there were relatives to mooch off of. Her aunt and uncle were both in their late sixties and as spry as two jumping beans. They had a whim to go visit and had left that very night.

I answered the door and welcomed them with a forced welcoming smile. I called back to Katie that we had company. She came out dressed in her robe and hugged them both.

“Go put the kettle on, honey. Aunt Becky, would you like some tea or cocoa?”

Aunt Becky gave her a hug. “Cocoa will sure hit the spot, Katie dear.”

The three went into the living room. Her Aunt Becky chattering away about their travel plans. Fred as usual quiet as a mouse. They were an odd couple, Becky short and round as a beer keg. Fred a bit taller and skinny as a rail. They had had one daughter, Anna, who was a lawyer in San Francisco.

I came out of the kitchen with the cocoa and almost dropped the tray.

Katie was sitting opposite Fred with her knees drawn up to her chest her robe demurely draped over her knees— but not quite far enough to cover her ankles—

and her naked cunt.

She was giving Uncle Fred a perfect view of her hairy slit of her pussy almost to her asshole. The old man who had probably not been laid in years was transfixed, openly staring. I noticed that Katie’s face was covered with a rosy blush.

The little slut knew exactly what she was doing. The bitch was showing her cunt on purpose.

I set the tray of cups down and grabbed my phone to snap a picture. Proof of her naughtiness might be helpful later. I also snapped a picture of Fred drooling mouth. He was wearing sweatpants, and his old cock was erect.

I said nothing. We installed the visitors in the guest room and went back to bed.

Katie who had been in one of her frigid moods for weeks kept tossing and turning. I said nothing letting her stew in her own juices, (pun intended)

But when I moved the covers, I could smell the little slut’s cunt. I knew very well that she was wild for it.

I breathlessly waited to see how she’d reel me in. She been more than a little bitchy recently with her oft repeated superior-snide comments that “all I thought about was sex”.

I was determined to take the bitch down a peg or two. Maybe make her beg for an ass fucking. Degrading her off her high and mighty pedestal was utterly delicious.

“I can’t seem to get back to sleep. Would you mind giving me a back rub?”

“Okay,” I said pretending sleepy reluctance.

She rolled over and pulled up her nightgown. I grabbed a bottle of massage oil and started on her shoulders slow rubs and tickles. Despite how eager I was, I made a vow to stretch this out. I was as wild inside as she probably was. For some reason Fred seeing my wife’s cunt had stirred a kink in me as well.

I moved my way down her back. I pulled her cheeks apart and took a blatant sniff of her ass and pussy.

“I took a picture of you showing Uncle Fred your cunt like a fuck slut, Katie.”

“Oh my God you didn’t. I am so embarrassed. Show me.”

I grabbed my phone and showed her.

“Look you can see your pussy lips. Fuck, your cunt is pissing fuck musk, you have been a filthy slut.” I murmured. She hated me using the word cunt, but this time she moaned and cocked her ass up for more. I just kept working my way down to her legs and feet.

“Tell me, did you like showing your cunt to poor Uncle Fred?”