When he finished, Paul withdrew and Karen stood up straight again. She turned around and planted a deep kiss on his mouth. Just watching them kiss was a voyeur’s dream come true. When they finally stopped making out they walked hand in hand toward the interior part of the house and out of sight.
“Jesus!” exclaimed Vanessa in a hoarse whisper as she turned away from the window. “I can’t believe how much I’m getting off on this.” She sat down on the couch, her long, tanned legs stretched out. “They have to know we’re watching.”
“They do, and they love it,” I replied.
Until that week I had treated such consensual adult relationships as theoretical. After all, I’d never seen Josh and Vanessa in the throes of passion. I just took V’s word that it happened because she had no earthly reason to lie, certainly not for prurient interest, though I discovered there was that in spades.
I asked her if she ever thought about getting together with Josh again, and she smiled and said sure. I would have been surprised if she hadn’t said so, but she also emphasized that each of them was happily married, and in Josh’s case it did not appear he had divulged the secret to his wife, nor was there any evidence that he fooled around, even with someone as handy as Vanessa. I could understand that. His wife is a lovely person, though something of a prude. Better to let the past alone.
Of more immediate interest to us, especially to Vanessa, was Paul and Karen. It seemed they had solved the problem of the difference in their ages as Paul gave all the appearances of a man who knew how to take and enjoy his mother’s opulent body.
“Oh, god!” she sighed. “I would love to get naked and nasty with that boy!”
“Well, you know he likes mature women.”
“Or one at any rate,” she replied archly.
It was an overcast day with a threat of rain throughout the afternoon. A strong storm materialized around 3:00, so we decided to sit on the porch and enjoy it. The heavy smell of fresh rain hanging in the humid air was heavenly. Dark clouds scudded overhead. Neither of us could stop thinking about the extraordinary events of the past few days. After we watched Paul get a “haircut” from his mother, the afternoon turned out to be rather quiet.
I pondered if Karen’s husband had any idea what was going on. Vanessa replied that most men are clueless, especially rich workaholics. I didn’t take offense. If Karen didn’t inquire into Brandon’s extracurricular arrangements, he wasn’t going to ask about hers, but can you imagine his reaction if he found out?
I remember how I felt when V told me about fooling around with her brother. I was lightheaded, dizzy, unsteady (it was a good thing I was sitting down), but mostly I was aroused. I still don’t know why, but I didn’t find it repellent at all. At first I thought she was playing some perverted joke on me, but that’s not her style and I could tell she was in earnest by the look on her face.
There it was, for me to take it or leave it, and if I got pissed off and told anyone she would vehemently deny she ever said it and I would look like ten cents for casting such a perverted aspersion on a nice girl from a fine upstanding family. On the contrary, all I wanted to do was hear more about it, and once we were lawfully wed the lovers’ secret was in the vault forever.
“You know,” Vanessa said in a suggestive purr, “I happened to bring along some restraints.”
I perked up. V and I have played some light bondage games over the years, which have led to some torrid fucking.
“You up for that?” I asked, always wanting to make sure. If it’s not good for my partner it can’t be good for me. Much of my pleasure is derived from her pleasure.
“I am so fucking horny right now I would be up for anything!”
I walked over to V, grabbed her by the arms, and kissed her deeply. Then I reached up and pulled her head back by the hair and licked her neck. She moaned, weakening at the knees.
“Where are they?” I asked in a demanding tone.
“In my travel bag, ummmmm, the outside pouch.”
I led her by the arm into the bedroom. V looked nervous, as she usually did during our bondage play. She found the loss of control in a safe environment to be very exciting and that made me excited.
“Get naked,” I ordered. She hesitated for a moment. “Now!”
In a flash V was out of her clothes. I went over to the closet where her travel bag lay on the floor. I found what I was looking for: four silk ribbons that we occasionally use when traveling and handcuffs could not be easily explained to the friendly folks from the TSA.
“On the bed,” I said. “Face down.”
She did as I instructed, putting a pillow underneath her tummy for support. I then tied first one arm and then another to the headboard posts, deciding to leave her legs free. Her beautiful ass was raised for my inspection, as was her fur covered pussy. I knelt on the mattress and grabbed a handful of her hair, causing her to grunt in surprise. V started to grind her pussy into the pillow.
“Stop that,” I said sternly but with a soft voice.
V groaned, trying to anticipate what would come next.
“I’m sorry. I’ll ask permission next time.”
Her voice was noticeably higher, almost girlish.
“Alright, go ahead if you want. I’m going to slip a finger in.”
She resumed her grinding while I slowly inserted my middle finger in and out of her already sopping pussy. Vanessa’s moaning increased with my motions. Feeling her relax, I slipped my ring finger in next. V grunted and raised her head, not expecting this intrusion.
“I can stop.” I said matter-of-factly.
“No! Please! Don’t stop. It feels so good!”
Vanessa was almost panic stricken that I might remove my fingers from her sugar walls and she was helpless to frig herself. Then I came up with something utterly wicked based on what I’d seen in a porno loop.
“Do you want me to be your daddy for a little while?”
I could feel her wetness increase after I said it. I’d hit the jackpot!
“Yes,” she replied. “I want you to be my daddy.”
We’d never done role-playing before so I was eager to try it out. Seemed like V was intrigued as well, though how much of her motivation was from having two of my fingers in her snatch and a desperate need to come, I don’t know. I could feel her body start to tense.
“May I come, please, daddy?”
“Not yet,” I replied soothingly, then I brought my free hand down on her beautiful ass with a loud smack.
“Oooo!” she exclaimed. “If I’m good can I come, please, daddy?”
Of course by now I was rock hard and needed some relief of my own, but I decided to be good to Vanessa.
“Yes, you may come now.”
A long, deep moan came from inside her as she shook uncontrollably.
“Oh my God!” she yelled, probably loud enough for Paul and Karen to hear if they were on their porch. “I’m coming, daddy!”
This was really hot! I pulled my fingers out and got undressed. Vanessa saw me off to the side of the bed.
“Are you going to pound me, daddy?”
“Yes, I am. Are you ready to take it?”
“I am so ready, daddy! I’ll do anything for some hard cock.”
I hopped on the bed again and positioned myself over my wife’s prone body. She spread her legs slightly as I straddled her, ready to receive me. With just a slight push I slowly entered her. V’s body tensed a bit then relaxed.