Jamie and John sat in lawn chairs in front of their RV. Their Coleman lantern provided the only light. Overhead broken clouds scudded across a star lit moonless sky. The air hung thick and heavy with humidity. Even at this late hour, the heat was oppressive.
John wore starched knee length khaki shorts with a short sleeve pressed gingham shirt. His one concession to camping were his well shined loafers. He wore them with no sox. Even in the relaxed atmosphere of camping, he felt he needed to present a tidy appearance. Jamie, on the other hand, wore a knee length bottom up the front cotton robe and flip-flops. Nothing else! Over the years, her more relaxed dress when camping or at their lake place was a bone of contention.
Around them in the semi seclusion provided by the sparsely forested campground, the golden glow of other lamps fought against the gloom. They sat quietly sipping on cold beers. They were both deep into thoughts about the revelations of the past few days. They had talked on the four-hour drive. Jamie apologized again. She went on to try to explain her feelings.
"I know I need to stop. If for no other reason than the psychological damage it will do to Sam."
"Can you stop," John asked. As he spoke the words, he feared the answer.
"I know this isn't fair, but do you want me to stop? As we discussed on the drive here, you were aroused like never before watching Sam and I."
John leaned backward and laced his fingers behind his neck. He stretched, lifting his feet from the ground, spreading his legs and lifting his butt off the chair. "Dammit, Jamie, what do you want me to say? Keep fucking our son because I discover I like watching? No, we are not going to fuck up his life!"
Off to their right the loud laughter of their neighbors intruded on the conversation. They could just make out the palatial Type A Motorhome of their nearest neighbors, a father/son team returning from a fishing trip. John and Jamie had met them briefly while they were setting up camp.
* * *
Jamie took a long pull on her beer, emptying it. Seeing John's was also empty, she took his empty beer bottle and dumped them both in the trash. She walked the few steps to ice chest, bent at the waist and fished out two more beers. Jamie noticed the gallon jug of homemade brandy their campground neighbors had given them. She took it out and sat it on the small table next to the plastic cups. Jamie struggled but managed to pull the cork out of the tightly sealed bottle. She splashed liberal amounts of the darkish liquid into the blue plastic cups. She had a half formed plan to get John drunk. She was not sure what would happen after that. Maybe if they were both high it would help to get them through this.
John watched morosely as Jamie walked to the cooler. When she bent over to get the beers, the hem of her cotton robe rode high on her ample ass. John harden as he beheld her clamshell pussy framed by her full womanly thighs. Unbidden, the image of his son's cock stretching Jamie's pussy to its limits popped in his mind. He remembered the frothy whiteness of her juices coating Sam's cock. He tried to recall if he had ever had Jamie to that level of arousal, where her juices foamed out of her pussy. He was sure he had not. Nor had he ever seen her pussy lips red and swollen like that. Sam's cock was fatter and longer than his was! He was rigidly hard in an instant.
Why, he thought, does that arouse me so much? Is it the sight of a cock other than mine in her pussy? Or is it the humiliation of knowing I cannot satisfy her? He recalled when they were just getting the business started how they would open the drapes and fuck on his desk in front of the twelfth floor picture window. On a couple of occasions, the construction workers across the street would whoop and holler as they watched. That always scared him. What if someone they knew saw them? The scandal could damage the business. However, Jamie said that the fear of being seen heightened her arousal.
For the next hour, they sipped their drinks. They tried to have a desultory conversation about normal things. However, Sam and Jamie's incest placed a pall over any topic. They understood that their marriage hung in the balance. Unless they could work through this betrayal, its weight would pull their marriage apart.
* * *
Jamie stood to open yet another beer and to refill their cups with the homemade brandy. She staggered a little. Lord, she thought, that brandy packs a wallop. The heat, humidity and alcohol had her sweating profusely. Unconsciously, she undid the top three buttons of her housecoat. The coat fell open. I probably should get rid of this ratty old coat, she thought. Her fingers idly moved from just below her breasts down over her waist and hips. A shiver moved over her body as recalled Sam taking her on the kitchen floor in this coat. Her pussy moistened as the memory of his young virile cock pounding her into submission filled her mind. Sam had just taken her over her objections. He was like a trip hammer, bam, bam, bam! No technique just a big hard dick having its way with her pussy! She smiled ruefully, a pussy that was leaking a lot right now!
Her hands went to the open vee of the coat containing her cleavage. The buttons just under her breasts held it together.
John watched bleary eyed as Jamie turned and walked the few steps back to her chair. The sensuality his wife projected now struck him. In their 20 years, he had seen her naked countless times. He had seen her partially dressed more time than he could count. Yet now he saw her in a new light. She seemed to glow. There was a...sexuality that he was sure was not there before.
"Undo the other buttons!"
"John," Jamie exclaimed, slurring her words, "The other camp is just through those trees. They might see me!" Her eyes scanned the thin row of trees. She could clearly see the back of the Comstock's RV.
"Undo the Gawddamit buttons!" John slurred.
"You are being naughty, John," Jamie giggled as she unbuttoned her robe. She glanced over her shoulder toward the camp of the father and son. It was quiet and had been for a while. Perhaps they were in bed.
Jamie weaved slightly. She opened her housecoat with a flourish, giggling uncontrollably. Her large breasts swayed as she gave an impromptu wiggle. She harkened back to their younger days when they dabbled in exhibitionism. That had been so hot!
"Turn slowly!" John slurred. His cock hung like a lump of semi hard meat. He was not sure where this was going. He wanted her exposed to the world as the cheating incestuous bitch she was. The conflict was he loved this incestuous bitch. As Jamie turned slowly, John thought he caught movement in the trees.
