Excerpt 1

Roger woke with a start, heavy metal blasting out from both bedroom speakers. He didn’t trust the alarm clock on the hi-fi, so he’d used the radio alarm instead. The volume was turned up much higher than he’d realised though. Still the system had certainly done its job. He was out of bed like a shot to turn it off.
It was 6:00 a.m., and Jenny’s plane was due in at 10:00 a.m. Roger wanted everything to be perfect. He also wanted to make sure that he was at the airport on time, so he intended to leave early. The house was clean, the washing and washing up was done, both cars were washed, and the shopping was done. Now he was going to enjoy a leisurely bath before breakfast.
Roger’s thoughts about what had been happening at the other end of the phone were still tormenting him, but he knew that he would be able to ask Jenny about it face-to-face soon. For some reason he felt sure that she would put his mind at rest.
As he entered the bathroom, Roger stopped and paused. He fancied a leisurely soak but decided that a shower would give him more time to relax after breakfast. After turning on the water, he went to the basin to brush his teeth and shave.
While he was shaving, Roger thought he heard a noise downstairs. He froze, listened a while, then shook his head thinking that he must have been mistaken. Once he’d finished at the basin, Roger got into the shower and fumbled for the gel.
“Shit! Why does it always go straight into my eyes every time I use it?” he asked himself out loud. With his eyes screwed tightly shut, he opened the shower door and reached for a towel. After briskly wiping them clean, Roger opened his eyes. His mind immediately registered the fact that someone was standing in front of him. He dropped the towel in shock.
A very attractive young lady stood facing him, no more than three feet away. She had long dark hair, ebony eyes, and full lips. She must have been about five feet six, but what seemed slightly unnerving to Roger was the fact that there was something strangely familiar about her face.
“Who are you?” he asked.
After a moment’s pause, her eyes lifted from his lower body to meet his. Her face began to flush bright red. It was at this point that Roger realised he was naked and on full display. He quickly reached down, grabbed the towel, and covered himself up.
“Hi, I’m Ali,” she managed.
“Is . . . is . . . is your Aunty Jenny with you?” he stuttered, realising that this must be Jenny’s niece standing before him.
“Yes, she’s downstairs.”
“How come you’re here already? Your flight isn’t due in until 10:00 a.m.”
“Aunt Jenny wanted to get back early, so we caught an earlier flight.”
“Could you ask her to come up and see me, please?”
“Sure,” she said. “By the way, nice butt,” she added as she left with a cheeky grin on her face.
Cheeky madam, Roger thought and then chuckled to himself.
A couple of minutes later, just as he was drying off, Jenny walked in wearing a smart jacket and skirt.
“There are a few things that I would like to ask you, Jen, but they can wait for now,” Roger said. He moved toward the door and locked it, allowing his towel to fall to the floor in the process.
Turning back toward her, Roger took her face in his hands and kissed her. Jenny placed her hands on his shoulders as if to allow him to take charge. He manoeuvred her toward the washbasin with a subtle urgency, her buttocks ending up resting against the front edge of it. Taking the hem of her skirt in both hands, he tugged it up around her waist, before easing her up onto the front of the basin and parting her legs.
Roger took a moment to survey her shaven crotch, now visible through the translucent gusset of her panties. It didn’t take long for him to become completely overwhelmed by the craving to slide his swollen meat inside her. The physical urgency he felt was somewhat overpowering. It even surpassed his desire for foreplay and the desire to savour her smooth, well-formed crevice. Using his left hand, Roger snatched her gusset to one side. Taking his excited member in the other hand, he impatiently attempted to guide it into her female cavity.
Gaining entry was much more difficult than usual, as Jenny was abnormally dry. Once past the initial discomfort though, he felt her start to moisten slightly. Roger started to move in and out of her, while being aware that she didn’t feel as tight as she used to.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, sensing that Jenny’s enthusiasm was not at its normal level.
“Oh nothing, just a bit of jet lag,” she replied half-heartedly.
Her lack of enthusiasm caused Roger’s sense of intimacy to wane slightly, but his need for physical fulfilment would not allow him to stop at this point. He leaned back to allow a better view of his meat penetrating her pink, fleshy womanhood. Emotion was no longer a factor; the physical effect of what was on view to him was devastating. He could feel himself beginning to twitch and quickly withdrew. Grasping desperately at his manhood with his right hand, he started to masturbate frantically. Within a couple of seconds, he was ejaculating all over Jenny’s fleshy crevice and the gusset of her panties.
“Roger!” exclaimed Jenny.
“Good enough for you, bitch!” Roger snarled as he grabbed a towel and left the bathroom.
Jenny hadn’t felt any desire for sex with Roger since her latest experience in America. Sex with him was bound to be an anticlimax after that encounter. She’d felt nothing at all up until the point he’d ejaculated all over her. Now though, his sheer selfishness and abruptness as he’d walked away from her was arousing her severely.
This can’t be Roger, he’s always been so sweet, caring, and obliging. His complete disrespect and sudden macho attitude had taken her by surprise. The nature of his rudeness and disregard for Jenny had stirred something inside her.
She relocked the bathroom door, slid her hand down inside her panties, continued on through the stickiness of Roger’s deposit, and proceeded to satiate the sudden appetite within her. After a good, self-inflicted orgasm and a long bath, Jenny felt much more relaxed.