“He was great, wasn’t he?” she asked V.
“Oh my god, yes! He was so great! Thank you!”
“For what?” Karen asked, a little puzzled.
“For giving me so much pleasure. I’ve never experienced anything like it!”
“Now you know why,” Karen said cryptically, but both women knew what she was saying. ‘…why I continue to do it with my son’ was the unspoken part.
The bed was crowded with three people so Paul rose a little unsteadily and went across the hall to his room where he fell into bed naked and dropped quickly off to sleep. He had now fulfilled his ultimate fantasy, and worrying about how it would be possible to top it, if at all, would have to wait until the clear light of day.
Unbeknownst to either V or Paul, Karen had surreptitiously diddled herself during the climactic act of their coupling and given herself a quiet orgasm of her own. If she hadn’t she would have been in a frenzy of lust. Now all was quiet as she and V lay next to one another, exchanging soft words and kisses.
Paul and Karen’s cottage was dark when I trudged lightly up to the back window V and I had used for our voyeuristic enterprises earlier in the week. I had parked my car about a quarter mile away, just off a secondary road that eventually leads to our place, and walked the rest of the way so as not to disturb whatever might be going on between Karen and Vanessa.
I did not get my hopes up. After all, it was probably just a nice dinner between two women who had grown to be friends in a short time. Still, I could hope!
Now able to traverse the side of the cottage with some familiarity, I soon found myself outside the back window of Karen’s room. As usual, the window and the blinds were open.
Creeping up to the opening, I peered into the dark room and could just make out the figures on the bed. Dozing quietly within were Karen and Vanessa, both naked. So, they had done it! The friendly dinner had ended with Karen and Vanessa making love and I had missed it! Damn it all!
Yet even as I watched them sleeping, their rhythmic breathing the only movement in the room, the sight of these two beautiful women, nude and entangled, bound by their rare but shared experience of consensual incest, was enough to excite me.
I imagined the passionate encounter that led them here. The seduction, the foreplay, and the intense orgasms, and I had to pull out my cock and stroke myself to climax, shooting a tremendous load all over the siding of the cottage. It was all I could do to keep from grunting aloud as I came, but I didn’t want to disturb the sleeping beauties inside.
I smiled at the thought that if V had been standing in front of me, as on previous evenings, the back of her shirt would have gotten decorated, but since she was inside the room instead of gazing in, the siding had it coming.
I zipped up and quietly made my way back to our cottage to await my lovely Vanessa and hear all about her adventure with Karen.
Unable to sleep, I eagerly waited for a couple of hours so it was one o’clock in the morning when I saw Vanessa trudging unsteadily across the sand toward our place. I turned on the kitchen light and went outside to greet her.
Her hair was a tangled mess and her dress was on haphazardly, with a misaligned button toward the midriff. From one hand dangled her sandals and from the other her bra. This was a woman who had been worked over. She saw me and weakly smiled. I put my arms around her.
“Are you okay?”
“Oh yeah,” she said with a satisfied sigh. “I’m great, just exhausted.” V seemed confused as she looked first at the shoes in one hand and the bra in the other. “They kept my panties.”
“They?”
She nodded and smiled wider.
“Paul and Karen.”
“You’re kidding?”
“No, they kept them as a souvenir.”
“Holy shit!”
I exclaimed it louder than was wise, especially at that hour. I stood for a moment letting the knowledge sink in that my wife had a threesome with another woman and her son.
I helped V into the house and poured her a drink, which she gratefully accepted. I was keen to hear the whole story, but she was exhausted, physically and emotionally. She threw her shoes on the floor and her bra onto the couch. Once she reached the hallway her dress was in a pile on the floor and she was naked, walking slowly as if on auto-pilot toward the bathroom. I heard the shower start and V get in.
By the time she emerged and dried off I was in bed, knowing that all she wanted to do was climb between the sheets and drift off to sleep. Fortunately our flight home wasn’t until late afternoon so we were able to sleep in before packing and catching the ferry back to the airport on the main island. While we loaded the car, Paul and Karen came out to say goodbye. They shook hands with me but kissed Vanessa on the mouth. Driving down the lane Vanessa looked back and waved at her two good friends.
“I can’t imagine I’ll ever have an experience like that again,” she said with a sigh that sounded like a lament.
It was true. How could she? Such a thing would never occur to most people and for those few others it would remain a deep secret, the stuff of fantasy. If the experience didn’t make V unique, it must have come very close to making her so.
Vanessa slept most of the flight home, a look of utter contentment on her pretty face. She awoke a couple of times, gave me a knowing smile, and then dropped back into a deep sleep.
We spent the rest of the weekend at home, V relating in scintillating detail her adventure with Karen and Paul while I took careful mental notes for this narrative. She was so thrilled that it was hard for me to find room for the disappointment that I didn’t get to bed Karen. Or that I missed my sexy wife taken to bed by mother and son.