Chapter 18

John’s hand lightly stroked his semi-hard member. “Face me!”

Jamie turned, her fingers still gliding effortlessly between the swollen, slick lips of her pussy. She was disappointed to see that the bulge in John’s shorts had not grown. Motherfuck you, she raged in her mind. It turns me on, so fuck you!

John beckoned Jamie to come closer. As she moved toward him, he again thought he saw movement in the trees. He felt a stirring in his shorts. There was someone in the trees. Someone was watching Jamie. “Say what you did!”

“John, please, are we going to cover that ground again?” Jamie’s arms fell to her side. The dull ache in her pussy throbbed. I thought we were past this, she thought. But he can’t let it go! She felt a dull headache coming on. Perhaps it was over. Maybe her marriage was over.

“You can’t say it, can you?” John screamed. “You can’t say that dirty thing you did!” John stared fixedly past Jamie into the trees. There was someone there!

“I fucked our son,” Jamie screamed in exasperation, “I fucked our son, and yes, yes, I enjoyed it!” Jamie turned to storm into the RV. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw someone move back into the shadows. Her heart stopped. They had to hear what she said. Dear god, she thought, my life is spinning out of control.

“Come here!” John said.

Jamie tore her eyes away from trying to see who was in the woods to confront her husband. She stepped in front of John. She watched with detachment as he tentatively rubbed her pussy with his open hand. She shivered as one finger found its way into the folds of her nether region.

John wrapped one arm around Jamie’s waist and turned her sideways to him. He let his fingers slide through her swollen folds as he stared fixedly into the darkness of the trees. He could not see any movement. Had they left? What was his plan if they were still there? Did he want them to watch his wife play with herself?

A tremor shook Jamie’s body as John leaned forward and wetly kissed her pussy. He did not really like doing that! Years ago, she had read stories about men who loved other men watching their wives. She shuddered as she recalled John’s reaction to her, telling him he behaved like those men. He had nearly run the RV off the road as he screamed his denial. However, here someone watching her play with herself was again arousing him. She sank to her knees. If letting someone watch them have sex would save her marriage, then she was prepared to do it. She unzipped his pants slowly. She pulled his flaccid member from his shorts. She looked up to see him staring into the woods. She went to turn her head to see at what he was staring.

John grabbed Jamie’s head in both hands and held it tight. His arousal at watching his son and wife fuck, was like something he never felt before. He admitted that to himself. “Just suck my dick, you cheating slut!”

The shadow in the woods moved forward and resolved itself into the figure of Aaron Comstock, the 30-year-old son of the campers next door. He stood just inside the line of trees. Clad only in his boxers, he slowly stroked his man meat as Jamie’s head bobbed on her husband’s cock.

Jamie saw that John was looking behind her. However, every time she tried to turn her head to see what he was staring at, he tightened his grip on her head. Fear gripped her as the realization that someone was watching her suck John’s cock washed over her. Her latent exhibitionism tempered her fear.

John’s hands slid down Jamie’s back. He slid her housecoat up her back, exposing her ass and pussy to the furiously stroking young man. John let his hands roam over Jamie’s full mature ass. He caught Aaron’s eye and motioned with his head for him to come closer.

Jamie’s pussy spasmed as she heard the soft crunch of feet on dried leaves. Someone was behind her, and he was moving closer. A cold chill invaded her body as she imagined the image she presented filled her mind. Her bare ass and pussy were displayed to a stranger while she sucked her husband’s cock. “John, what’s going on?”

John’s cock grew almost impossibly rigid. His eyes were glued to Aaron’s cock. His hands spread Jamie’s cheeks.

Aaron stood just behind Jamie stroking furiously. He knew he needed to stop. He was so close to unloading. He stared at the intense look on John’s face. Suddenly Aaron came. His sperm looped into the air like water spurting up from a fountain. It arced slowly and rained down on the woman’s back.

Jamie screamed as she felt the molten fluid hit her shoulder blade. She could hear someone grunting behind her. Futilely she tried to pull away from John’s death grip on her head. The person behind her grunted louder as another stream liquid heat hit midway her back. John’s cock was pulsing; he was trying to get his cock back in her mouth. Just then, she felt another splatter on her ass. The grunting was replaced by heavy breathing. Jamie realized that some man had come on her back! A stranger had painted her back in his come while her husband held her head.