In bed with your wife.

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I sigh in contentment as I flip the TV to our favorite channel. It's Tuesday evening and my beautiful wife Charlotte and I have just settled into bed. We're in our usual cuddling position, with me lying on my back in my white t-shirt and sleep shorts while Charlotte rests her head on my chest. I feel the soft silk of her robe against my side as I drape my arm across her and gently squeeze her shoulder. A familiar sense of comfort washes over me, and I can tell from Charlotte's gentle breathing that she feels it too. It's a refreshing bit of normalcy. The last couple weeks have been full of change, and while a new status quo seems to be developing, I'm still trying to get used to having a third person living under my roof.

Not that I'm upset about the change, of course. Leonard's a great lad. He's sweet, and though I try to maintain a gruff exterior, I find him to be an incredibly charming young man. It seems patronizing to use the word cute but, well, if the shoe fits. I've certainly heard that word used by many others to describe him. In fact, my nephew seems to get that reception wherever he goes. I can't recall meeting anyone who knew him and didn't love him. I was as surprised as anyone to hear he got laid off, but apparently the decision was made by people so far above him in the corporate hierarchy that they had never even been in the same room as him. Typical.

That thought makes me glance over at Charlotte, who looks back at me with a loving gaze. Ever since she married into the family, Charlotte has had an incredible soft spot for Leonard. She always spoiled him more than anyone, and that's saying something. I've always suspected her adoration of her nephew-in-law, which borders on maternal, has something to do with her infertility. I wouldn't dream of reopening that old wound just to ask her about it though. Instead I simply try to be supportive and encouraging toward her doting, close relationship with him.

Naturally when my older brother called from his vacation and asked if we could take him in while he looks for a new job, I immediately agreed. Charlotte would have killed me if I said no. When I told her, she jumped for joy and immediately began preparing his accommodations. It was cute, but soon also became a bit irritating fielding her near-constant questions about what she should do to make his stay as comfortable as possible. "How firm does he like his pillows? Do you think I should put a box of condoms in the bedside drawer in case he brings someone else over? What scent of shampoo do you think he'll like best? How much lube do you think he uses in a typical week?" Eventually I had to take her aside and tell her that she was overthinking it. After all, Leonard has never been shy about asking for what he wants. If there's something he needs here, he'll ask for it. Fortunately she accepted that, no doubt since she knew how true it was.

As if to prove that point, Leonard interrupts my recollection by opening the door to the master bedroom and walking in without knocking. He looks disheveled, his hair a mess, his eyes bleary as he rubs the sleep out of one. He's dressed in his typical sleeping attire of a ragged T-shirt and nothing else. The oversized shirt would be enough to cover his modesty if his penis were flaccid, but at the moment the hem of the fabric is being pushed up by his half-hard dick, which he makes no attempt to conceal.

Charlotte lifts her head from my chest and looks over at Leonard. The concern is clear in her voice as she asks, "Is something wrong, dear?"

Leonard moves his hand down from his face and pouts at Charlotte. "Can't sleep... Aunt Charlotte, can we cuddle?"

I let out a snort of amusement as Charlotte purrs, "Oh, of course, sweetie! Come right over here. Scooch over, Roger."

Before she even finishes asking, I've already started disengaging from her and shifting away from her on the bed. She does the same, creating a space between us large enough for Leonard to lie in. This is part of that new status quo we've been developing. When Leonard first showed up on our doorstep, he looked so beaten down. The layoff had really done a number on his self-esteem. It was obvious why my brother and his wife wanted someone to take care of him for a bit. While he's been here he's been acting somewhat... well, he's been showing behavior that some would day is unbecoming of a 30-year old man. Charlotte and I figure he's just in a **** place right now and if we just help him through this tough spot he'll bounce right back. So we've been feeding him, doing his laundry, and cuddling him. Well, it's really just been Charlotte doing that last thing.

Case in point, as soon as I make room Leonard climbs up onto the bed and curls up in my wife's direction. In the recent weeks they've spent quite a bit of time cuddling and trying to figure out what Leonard likes best. I've come home to them trying all kinds of adorable positions. Face-to-face, face-to-chest, chest-to-back, all tangled up as tight as possible... and those were just the cuddling positions! Heh. More recently though, Leonard seems to have settled on a position he likes most, and I can see he's sliding into it now. First he gets on his side facing Charlotte, who is on her back. Then he wraps his legs around her thigh, nonchalantly reaching down and repositioning his (now somewhat more swollen) penis to rest comfortably against her leg. Finally, he slides one arm under her back to wrap around her and slides his other hand into her-

"Ah-ah, sweetheart! Remember what we talked about?" Charlotte gently but firmly grabs Leonard's hand as it's halfway into her robe. He whines a bit at the denial, and I chuckle. You'd think he'd have learned this by now, but my nephew can be a bit of a difficult student sometimes. He ums and ahs for a bit while Charlotte waits patiently. Despite my wife's hand keeping his from moving further, I can see the outline of his fingers moving around inside Charlotte's robe, brushing against the source of his distraction. I hate to rush him, but I don't want this to go on all night, so I tap him on the shoulder and say "C'mon sport, you know this. Starts with a C."

Leonard is facing away from me, so I can't see his face, but I can practically hear the gears turning in his head before he answers. "Uh... consent?"

Charlotte lights up. "That's right, angel! We don't touch people's private parts without asking them."

He nods in response. "Uh-huh. Uh... Aunt Charlotte, can I play with your boobs?"

I bark out a laugh, but stifle it when Charlotte shoots me a dirty look. She lets out a little sigh. Apparently her lessons haven't quite been sinking in. "Think, sweetie. We had a whole conversation about asking your auntie questions like that. Remember? We talked about how I'm your elder and your family. It's not appropriate for you to call them 'boobs' or ask to 'play with' them."

"Oh, sorry.... Aunt Charlotte, may I please see and feel your breasts?"

Charlotte smiles fondly. "Now that's a polite way to ask! Good job. Yes, you may see and feel my breasts."

With that, Charlotte reaches up and pulls the top of her robe aside to expose one of her large breasts. I look at her fondly, proud of how good of a teacher she is. I also look at her breast fondly. In the last few years, she has expressed some dissatisfaction with the changes that inevitably come with age, and in particular those changes that inevitably come to women with E-cups. When she comes to me with these concerns, I always tell her the truth: that her breasts, like every other part of her, are just as gorgeous as the day we met.

Leonard seems to agree. As soon as Charlotte gives him the go-ahead, he quickly reaches down and yanks the other side of her robe back to complete the set, then finishes moving into his favorite cuddle position by placing his right hand onto her left breast and latching onto her right nipple with his mouth.

We settle into a restful silence. Charlotte and I turn our attention back to our show, with my hand idly stroking her arm and her hand idly stroking Leonard's hair. Leonard focuses on squeezing and suckling my wife's breasts, occasionally letting out cute grunts and sighs as he lightly bucks his hips against her leg. After ten minutes or so he shifts position, draping himself atop her so he can shift his mouth over to her left nipple. As I glance over to watch this I see him shift his hips so he can hump against the middle of Charlotte's soft belly, which was exposed along with her breasts. The shift in the angle of Leonard's body allows me to once again see his penis, which is now fully hard. Gosh, he sure does love his aunt Charlotte! For her part, she simply smiles at him and tilts her neck slightly so as to see the TV past his head.

Over the next five minutes of gentle kneading and switching between nipples to suck, Leonard's grunts become more frequent and his humping becomes less sporadic and more insistent. Over time the rhythmic movement causes her robe to fall completely open around her, a pool of fabric she is lying on top of with just her arms threaded through the crumpled sleeves. "Lenny dear, could you sit up for a moment? I need to fix my robe." He whines but complies for the few seconds it takes her to remove her arms from the sleeves, pull the robe out from beneath her, and discard it to the side. "Thanks, honey," she says before gesturing for him to reassume his previous position against her body. I look at her nude form in loving appreciation for a couple seconds before it is obscured from my view as Leonard hurriedly moves back to her side and gets back to playing with her breasts and rubbing up against her now-bare leg.

He gradually shifts his position more and more in Charlotte's direction every time he switches breasts until he's laying directly overtop her, his legs between hers, his arms holding her breasts together like a frame holding the shape of a tapestry, his erection leaving streaks of glossy pre-cum on her soft belly as he moves back and forth against it. She responds to this by lifting her legs and pressing her thighs against his hips to hold him in place. I take a quick look over at her face and see she hasn't even looked away from the television. I smile as I turn my own gaze back in the same direction. Charlotte has always been most comfortable with routine, so it's nice to see that she's settling into one.

Eventually, Leonard lets a breast pop out of his mouth and lets out a loud groan as he shifts back into a kneeling position between her legs. His erection comes to rest on her pubic mound. It looks a bit like a cannon on display outside a museum, with the tip angled up into the air and the base of the shaft nestled in my wife's trimmed pubic hair which sticks up around it like a patch of grass. Leonard moans and grabs Charlotte's knees as he thrusts back and forth against her crotch.

Charlotte puts her hands on his and smiles up at him. "Aw, baby, do you need something else? Just let me know what you want."

Leonard whines and leans into a particularly hard thrust. "Wanna... I, I need... uuggh," he trails off before focusing back on his lazy outercourse.

Charlotte looks up at him with concern. Uh-oh. I know that look. "Ooh, poor thing. Alright, you just-" Her soft voice is interrupted by my own clearing of the throat. She looks at me with surprise.

We've had this conversation a couple of times. It's something she's been increasingly concerned about the longer my nephew has been here. We want to provide a comfortable environment for Leonard, but it's also important we encourage him to regain his own independence. Her ongoing concern is that she's been too coddling toward him, but she finds it difficult to identify in the moment. She's asked me to keep an eye on her when she's interacting with Leonard and let her know if she's letting him get away with ****. Well, now seems like one of those moments.

She looks at me with a somewhat pleading look. "Goodness, Roger, look at him. He's having real trouble. Do you honestly think I'm being too doting?" Rather than respond verbally, I pointedly glance down at her exposed breasts which are still shiny with Leonard's spit, nipples hard and puffy from stimulation. "Oh, alright, alright. Point taken," she huffs.

I raise my hands in mock surrender. "Sweetheart, you know I'm not judging you for how you interact with him. You're both adults. It's just that I know you pretty darn well, honey, and I know when you're about to do something that you'll second-guess yourself about later. Remember yesterday? When he asked for something sweet a couple hours before dinner I could tell you were about to give in, and I knew you would blame yourself later for letting him spoil his appetite, so I gave you a nudge. Earlier today, I knew you were going to let him start eating before we all said grace, so I stepped in and told him to wait. That was right, right?" She looks a bit abashed but nods, knowing I'm telling the truth about not judging her. "Well, just now I could tell that you were about to give him permission to use your body however he wants for as long as he wants until he's completely drained and satisfied. That's something you've specifically noted as an example of you being too permissive."

Charlotte nods, seeming to come back to herself a bit. "Yes, of course. Thank you, honey." She turns back to Leonard and waves to pull his attention away from the feeling of the broad underside of his penis rubbing back and forth against her precum-sodden pubis. "Hiii, sweetie! Are you having trouble thinking of what to say because you love your auntie's body so much? That's adorable. Well, I'll tell you what, sweetie. Just this once, because you're having trouble, and because you're so cute, don't worry about the whole consent thing. For the next ten... no, fifteen... hmm, well, okay. For the next twenty minutes, go ahead and do whatever you want with my body. No need to ask." She thinks for a moment, then adds "After that, though, it's straight to bed, mister!"

Leonard grunts in affirmation and quickly shuffles back a bit, causing his penis to slide off of Charlotte. As he reaches down and grabs it to angle it downward, she and I look away from him and toward each other. It's not like we need to watch him to know what he's lining himself up for. I smile at Charlotte and cup her face gently. "Great job, love. I'm proud of you. I know how tough you find it to law down the law with him."

She places her hand over hers and smiles back and me. "Aw, thank you honey. I wish- ggch." One of her eyelids twitches, and I feel her body tense up. "Ahem. I just wish that... ooh, that I had your ability to hold- FIRM! Augh, gosh darn that's one big boy!" I rub my thumb against her face gently to help her with the discomfort. "Where does he get that from?"

I chuckle in response. She's asked that question several times before, rhetorically of course. There's obviously no way of knowing where exactly in the family lineage he picked up the genetic code for a monster schlong. Still, for lack of anything better to do while waiting for him to finish cramming said monster into my wife's pussy, I suppose I may as well speculate on it. "Well, let's see. I suppose it could have come from his maternal grandfather... no wait, that's impossible. His mother only has X chromosomes, which means no penis genes."

"Ah, so then it- OH! Jesus... it must have come from your side of the family."

I snort. "I think we both know I don't have the genes for that thing. Unless you suppose it skipped over a generation."

Charlotte stifles a giggle as she replies, "More like vaulted over!"

Ha! We both laugh a bit, me moreso than her as her laugh is cut off by a pained groan. I've always been very secure about my body. Most guys would be upset about their wife cracking jokes about their small penis, but I truly don't care. There's only one other person in the world whose opinion about my penis matters, and that's the woman squirming next to me. Charlotte has always maintained that my penis is the perfect size for her. Well, if my penis is the perfect size for the perfect woman, what do I have to complain about? If my four inches is good enough for Charlotte, it's good enough for me.

Charlotte lets out another grunt of discomfort, this time synchronizing with a grunt of frustration from Leonard. I look back down the bed at him to see what the issue is. Ah, speaking of four inches, it looks like Leonard has met some serious resistance after having rammed half of his dick into my special lady's special place. She speaks up before I can.

"Lenny darling, I don't think pushing harder is going to do any good. How about you pull out for a moment so I can lube you up?" Leonard lets out an even louder and more frustrated groan, continuing to pump into her with shallow, forceful thrusts as she reaches over to her nightstand and pulls out a bottle of lube. "Oh, come on, pumpkin. I promise it will be quick..." She tuts as she notices the lube bottle is mostly empty and tosses it into her bedside trash can, where it clatters against several other empty lube bottles, before reaching back into the nightstand and pulling out a full one. "...and when I'm done, you'll be able to slide into me no problem. Doesn't that sound nice, honey? Don't you want every last inch of your penis wrapped all nice and snug in my warm pussy?"

"...yeah." Leonard's quiet, almost begrudging affirmation is punctuated by a loud squelch as he pulls his penis out. He tilts his hips upward toward Charlotte as she sits up and scoots toward him. She smiles fondly at him as she pops open the bottle of lube, and wet sounds fill the air as she rubs a dollop of it between her hands to warm it up.

Satisfied that the source of her discomfort is being dealt with, I turn my attention back toward the TV. I've seen this episode before, but it's a pretty good one and I don't really have anything else to hold my attention now that Charlotte is occupied with something else. I turn it up a bit so I can hear it over the wet sounds of lube being slathered over flesh and Leonard's satisfied groans and moans. I space out a bit as the episode reaches its climax. Gosh, I'm more tired than I thought. Hopefully I can catch some shuteye soon.

"Fuck! G-gonna cum!"

That snaps me back to attention. I look over at Leonard, who is looking at Charlotte with some urgency, his well-lubed penis throbbing and leaking. Charlotte also seems to have lost track of time, or maybe her attention was diverted by the TV. This is her favorite episode, after all.

"O-oh! Wow, okay, sweetie! One second!"

Charlotte hurriedly scoots back away from Leonard, her hands leaving wet stains on the sheets as she carelessly uses them to hold her balance. She then falls back onto her back. Her head hits the pillow with a quiet thump, and her breasts bounce and jiggle wildly for a few seconds as they follow her torso in its descent. Finally, she quickly moves her legs, hooking her hands under the pits of her knees as she lifts them into the air and spreads them. "Alright baby, go for it!"

Leonard dives forward, his head jerking forward so fast that his forehead briefly knocks against Charlotte's breasts as his hands slam down to either side of her. He thrusts his penis against her once, then twice, before finally finding the right angle to ram it deep into her pussy. She gasps as he takes a couple more forceful strokes to bottom out inside her, at which point his thrusts become a lot more shallow and arrhythmic.

"F-fuck... cumming... fuuuuck..."

Spittle flies out of his mouth and onto my wife's face and chest as he hisses out his pleasure. After about ten seconds he takes a deep breath, then unceremoniously pulls out, causing a small torrent of semen to spew out of Charlotte's vagina and directly onto our sheets. I let out a low whistle. "Dang, Leonard. Seems you really needed that."

Leonard leans back a bit, catching his breath. "Aaah... uh-huh."

I chuckle. He's got a charming way of expressing relief, but there's something else he needs to express. "Well then, is there anything you wanna say?"

"Uh... oh, yeah! Thank you for helping me cum, Aunt Charlotte. You have a great pussy."

Charlotte, having just recovered from a bit of a daze herself, gives Leonard a big smile. "Aw, baby, you know I'm always happy to help you... and thank you for the compliment. I'll let the language slide this once. Now, give me a good night kiss and get to bed."

Leonard crawls forward and over Charlotte, letting his hands come to rest on her breasts as he leans in for a kiss. I coo a bit as I watch their lips lock and slide against each other. My attempt to disguise it as a cough is met with a sly look from Charlotte as my nephew pulls away from her. A small string of saliva briefly connects their lips before falling onto her breasts right as Leonard unhands them. "Ahem, uh... good night, Leonard. See you tomorrow."

"Uh-huh." Leonard waves over his shoulder at me as he walks out of our bedroom. My wife and I scoot back toward each other and get back into our favorite cuddling position, with her head resting on my chest. I feel a slight dampness as her bare breasts press into the side of my t-shirt. There's no sense in her putting her robe back on while she's all covered in spit, lube, and my nephew's semen, not to mention how much of that same set of fluids is soaked into her side of the sheets. We'll deal with that tomorrow morning, as usual. For now, I turn off the TV and pull the covers over myself and my lovely wife. As we drift off to sleep, I think once again about how nice it is to be settling into a routine.