I thought Vanessa would be really shocked when I confessed that I had lost my virginity at eighteen to a sexy divorced lady who was in her mid-30s.
“That’s nothing,” she said at the time with a cavalier wave of her hand.
I had to know what she could say that would top that!
It turns out that during her later college years, V began a consensual affair with her older brother Josh. That’s pretty much how she put it, and then went on to say that she had never told anyone else; that she was only telling me because we were getting serious and she wanted to be completely above board. I could tell she was very nervous about how I would react.
The fact that she would trust me with such an important secret and that it turned out not to bother me was the best indicator of compatibility we could have. Mostly I was relieved that it was consensual. I would have hated it had my sweet Vanessa had been victimized, though she quickly assured me that it was not only consensual, but that she had seduced Josh. What started out as a summer fling ended up being a regular thing for a number of years afterward, with breaks only for Vanessa being back at college or when one or both of them was involved with someone else.
To say it was the last thing I expected to hear from Vanessa is putting it mildly. Even so, I’m such a pervert that it actually turned me on. I was with a woman who would do practically anything! We were married soon after and I have been proud to keep her secret ever since.
Back at the cottage, all of that flashed through my mind at light speed and V still had her foot planted in my groin, awaiting an answer to her question.
“Well…” I said, my voice trailing off.
Vanessa grew impatient.
“Tell me!”
“Do you think it’s possible Karen and Paul have a thing going on?”
V’s mouth dropped open and her eyebrows arched. She remained that way for a long moment and while she may have been shocked that I was thinking such a thing, she was not upset or judgmental. She loved naughty talk and taboo fantasies.
With faux indignation she said, “I can’t believe you said that!”
I shrugged.
“You asked.”
We sat looking at each other, nothing said between us for several seconds, though V had lightened the pressure she’d been applying to my groin with her foot.
“I guess anything’s possible,” she finally replied. “Now that I think about it, they did look at one another in a way that seems suggestive. When Paul was swimming, I think Karen was admiring his form as much as I was, and I don’t think it was strictly maternal pride. But how do we find out?”
For dinner we had grilled chicken, potatoes, and corn on the cob – a bit of Midwestern comfort food in which we can only occasionally indulge — and a salad. Karen and Paul were due over at 7:00 so we had time to get the kitchen cleaned up and the bar arranged.
Mother and son arrived precisely on time. Paul wore the standard uniform for young men — t-shirt and shorts — while his mother wore khaki shorts and a yellow halter with a tropical print, which made her tits look like tethered zeppelins. As she came in she pushed her sunglasses to the top of her head, which fetchingly pulled her hair away from her lovely face.
I watched how mother and son interacted with each other, on the lookout for any of the non-verbal clues that V noticed earlier. And I couldn’t miss the admiring glances V cast in Paul’s direction. If Karen and I had had some pretext for leaving the room, V might have been in the boy’s pants in record time. She was probably creaming even as we chatted.
Although we passed a very pleasant evening in conversation with Karen and her son, I think ruined at least part of it for V and me by earlier raising the possibility of a liaison between them. Now we couldn’t look at them without the image of them naked and at it going through our minds. That too could have contributed to V’s heightened arousal. I know it did mine.
At about nine o’clock, Karen and Paul excused themselves and headed back to their cottage. V and I stood on our porch and surreptitiously watched them receding into the gathering night, alert for any revealing physical gesture but there was none. If there was something going on between them, they were discreet. We looked at one another and immediately knew what the other was thinking. Let’s give them an hour and then sneak over there to see if there’s anything going on.
The wait was agonizing so we passed the time talking about what it would be like to invite Karen over for a threesome whenever Paul was out for the evening. Of course we never expected that to happen, but it was an exquisite fantasy.
Ten o’clock finally arrived and we turned off all the lights in our cottage, as if we had turned in for the night. Across the clearing at Karen and Paul’s place, we could see a faint glow in one of the side windows, but we weren’t sure if it was the TV or a reading lamp. We assumed the layout of their place was much the same as ours, but their cottage was situated at a slightly different angle.
We stole across the clearing, the sand silencing our footfalls. Not a word passed between us. Fortunately a new moon period and the trees made us practically invisible. We watched the windows of the cottage carefully to make sure no one peered out to catch a glimpse of us. The larger bedroom had a window that opened toward the stand of trees in the back.