My curiosity took a back seat to the scene being played out in that cottage. Of a more immediate worry was what would happen if V rubbed herself to a climax. Stifling orgasmic groans is not her strong suit and I worried she might give us away. Karen’s urgent whimpering drifted out the window and I could see in the darkness V’s delicious body shiver as she surrendered to her own orgasm. Amazingly, not a sound escaped her lips.
Paul was evidently not quite finished yet as he began to thrust into his mother more ardently and Karen’s arousal was at its peak as her head shook vigorously from side to side. I couldn’t resist any longer and lowered my shorts just enough to free my cock and unleash a surge onto the back of V’s tank top. If she noticed at all she gave nothing away. Her eyes were riveted on the taboo scene inside the room. Paul’s banging became even more passionate and Karen started to encourage him in a way that was super sexy.
“That’s it, sweetie!” she purred. “Come for me! That’s a good boy!”
Paul grunted and his lean body tensed all over as he unloaded into Karen. I wondered if he was going bareback. He fell on top of his mother and she wrapped her legs around his waist, holding him inside her as they caught their breath. I tapped V on the shoulder. It was time to make a discreet exit back to our place, confident that our presence at the scene of that memorable event went undetected by the actors, who right then were sharing sexy post-sex kisses.
Back at our place, we fell on the couch in the living room, breathless from our silent trek across the open space between our cottage and that of Karen and her son. The lights in the house remained off, but there was enough ambient light that we could look at each other and smile at our daring late night mission to confirm our suspicions. We were in a state of disbelief, and still wickedly horny.
“Look,” she said. “I know you just blew a load on my back, but I am desperate to fuck. Do you think you’re up for it?”
“I doubt it, but I’ll be happy to help.”
Vanessa went back to our bedroom and returned momentarily with a beach towel and her Lush, one of her favorite traveling toys. She handed me the remote, a device with which I have some skill, and then stripped off her clothes. So aroused she didn’t need any lubricant, she easily slipped it into her pussy, spread the towel on the floor and sat down, leaning back on her hands, her legs spread in front of her.
“I’m ready,” she said with a wicked smile.
I turned the device on low and it instantly caused her to jolt.
“Got your attention, didn’t I?”
Her eyes were closed. All she did was nod. A few more seconds passed and V said through gritted teeth, “Fuck yeah!” then rolled over on her stomach.
After admiring her lovely ass for a time I turned up the intensity. Vanessa yelped loudly and then smacked her hand over her mouth, though I wasn’t sure why. We were the only ones around and still far enough away from Paul and Karen’s cottage that they couldn’t hear anything amid the night noise, especially given where they were at that moment.
I increased the speed and V reflexively moved up to her hands and knees, her mouth hanging open, moans escaping and her eyes rolling back. I could see the long pink cord coming from inside her and even in the low light I could see her juices running down the insides of tanned thighs. Suddenly V fell forward, her entire body shaking.
“Oh! I’m coming! Don’t stop!!!”
A long low growl emerged from deep inside her. It was one of her primal orgasms. She collapsed in a heap on the floor, aftershocks jolting her body as I slowly dialed back on the remote until all that was left was her heavy breathing, her skin glistening in the low light. An occasional moan escaped with an exhalation and I could tell my sexy wife was utterly satisfied.
“Help me up, please, baby?”
I walked over and she offered her hand. I took it slowly, helping her rise from the spot where a few moments before she had been overcome with an orgasm. Regaining her equilibrium, I suggested a big glass of ice water before we went to bed. She agreed and I fetched it. Once in bed, with a clean cool sheet covering her nakedness, V dozed off with a very contented look on her face.
It was close to 9:00 AM the next morning when I slowly regained consciousness, a freshening breeze coming in through the open window to the side of our bed. I instinctively reached over to lay a hand on V, but she was not there. Then I noticed the smell of one her delicious breakfast dishes wafting through the house. Looking out the window, I had to wonder if the events we had witnessed last night actually happened, or if they were just part of a complex dream. I would know for sure as soon as I went into the kitchen, but the whole thing seemed so other-worldly that it was hard to believe. And my dreams are never so cinematic, with a long narrative arc that even the editors of Penthouse Forum would reject as over-the-top.
To find out for certain, I arose, threw on some shorts and a t-shirt, and went out to the main part of the house. In the kitchen I found my lovely Vanessa whipping up an omelet and humming softly. I got behind her and wrapped my arms around her waist, nuzzling her neck, making her shiver.
“Ohhh, how nice to see you this morning, darling!” she said with her megawatt smile.
“How are you doing this fine day?”
“Fantastic! Why don’t you make yourself useful and set the table?”
We sat down to eat, but before either of us picked up a fork we shared a long, knowing look, and it was then that I knew last night wasn’t a dream.
“Can you believe that?” V asked, still incredulous.
“I’ve never seen anything like it, or even heard of anything like it!” I replied, but V gave me a knowing look with an arched eyebrow. “Oh, yes, there was that, but still…”
“I know, I know,” V replied with a laugh.
A few years before, during one of those intervals where I am perversely fascinated by Vanessa’s affair with her brother, I was doing a little research on the occurrence of adult consensual relationships between siblings and found, despite a paucity of reliable data, that it’s not as uncommon as I thought. The scenarios varied, but I even found a few instances where there were inter-generational relationships. Every one that I read about emphasized the consensual nature of the affairs, some of which were short and sweet, while others lasted longer, sometimes years.
And then there were the family gatherings, where I could occasionally spy Vanessa and Josh exchange glances heavy with innuendo, or even when they conversed in a perfectly natural way, knowing that they had shared the deepest intimacies and broken the greatest taboo. Josh being happily married himself, we often wondered if he ever let his wife in on the secret. If he has, they have kept it locked up tight.
When the subject came up again recently, I asked V if she ever knew anyone who’d been in a similar situation. (You’ll recall that at the time V confessed the affair to me — while we were dating — she said no one but Josh and me were aware of it.) She went on to say a friend of hers confided to V that when she was about thirty she fell into a sexual relationship with her twenty-four-year old brother.