Chapter 15

Later they sat in the air-conditioned comfort of the RV. They had met with Sam’s doctor. He assured them that Sam had a mild concussion and needed rest. Reluctantly, they agreed with the doctor that the best thing they could do was return to their home.

Now, for the first time since John had caught Jamie fucking her 18-year-old son, they were alone. She wore the same semen soaked shorts and sweat soaked tee shirt.

“When did this start?”

Desperate to salvage her marriage, Jamie related the sordid tale about the airplane ride.

Even in the chill of the RV, John felt the heat rise in his face as Jamie described how they, John and Jamie, had decided to join the five-mile-high club.

She described how the three of them had accidentally switched seats.

“I thought it was you, John, I really did!”

“So you couldn’t tell the difference between my son and me? That strains credulity!”

“Well ... yes ... I could tell ... the difference! John,” Jamie stammered. “ I just thought you were harder and bigger because you were excited!”

John sprang from his seat, fist balled tightly at his side. For a brief moment, Jamie thought he was going to hit her. Then she noticed the sheen of sweat that covered every inch of bare skin. Then she saw the bulge in his pants.

“Please, Darling, please ... I don’t want to talk about this anymore!”

“Answer me, Gawddamit, is Sam’s cock bigger than mine?”

The veins in his temples throbbed. His vision blurred with the intensity of his emotion. He was confused about how he felt.

“Yes ... yes ... he is but...”

“You slut,” John screamed, spittle flying from his mouth. “So, you decided to fuck our son because he had a bigger cock?”

“I didn’t know, baby, I didn’t know,” Jamie wailed, tears streaming down her face.

The humiliation of it all washed across John in a tidal wave of emotion. His wife had taken their 18-year-old son as a lover because he, John, did not have a big enough cock. Absentmindedly, he opened his fist. One slid haltingly to his crotch. My god, he thought, why am I so hard?

“How ... how many times have you ... fucked Sam?”

Jamie looked up. She wiped the tears from her eyes. She was not frightened anymore. She could save her marriage by being honest. She eyed his crotch. Why is he so hard, she thought?

“Just five times, I think!”

“There was the time in the kitchen. You almost caught us that time.”

“Wait! You are telling me when I was sitting at MY table in MY home; Sam was sitting next to me smirking because he had just fucked my wife??”

John moaned unconsciously. The humiliation was complete. His wife and son were laughing at while they ate the food he provided. His wife and son were lovers, and he was the butt of their jokes. John’s cock was so hard it hurt. He stroked himself. He needed release.

Jamie watched John closely. His eyes were partially closed. He swayed gently as he stroked his cock through his pants. There was a large wet stain on his shorts where his pre-cum had soaked through.

He is getting off on this, she thought. Carefully, she stood and took the few steps to her husband. He seemed to be almost in a trance, rocking back and forth, stroking his cock and sweating profusely. The germ of a suspicion sprouted in her mind.

She knelt in front of her husband. His cock made a prominent bulge in his shorts. No, she thought, he is not as big or as virile as Sam is, but he is a good provider. He has given me all that any woman could want.