Betty and I had been having problems for about a year now. After graduating from college, starting a business, having two kids and getting them off to college we found ourselves distant and removed from each other. Betty spent more time alone and frequently went out "with the girls" for recreation at night.
I'm not proud of it, but I've cheated on Betty twice while out of town. Neither event was satisfactory. I don't think Betty knows, but who knows what goes on in the mind of a woman? I sometimes wonder if Betty has done the same while I was gone, or maybe when she was out running errands or being with "the girls."
I'm thirty-eight years old, six three, two hundred ten pounds and early graying hair. I work out, run and while I don't have a six pack, I don't have a dad bod. Betty is forty, five eight, one hundred and thirty-five pounds and fiery red hair. Like me she stays in shape and her 36 C breasts don't sag, neither does her great butt.
Our kids are Carol and Ben. Carol is twenty, Ben is nineteen. Both are vibrant, active and intelligent kids. Carol takes after her mom being a red head, five feet nine inches tall with a great body, 36 B breasts and incredibly muscular legs earned from years of soccer, lacrosse and swimming. Ben is nearly as tall as me with wide shoulders, sandy blonde hair, arms and legs built up by constant weight lifting and running associated with his football and rugby careers. Betty and I are very proud of them, and many of our recent conversations centered around what effect our relationship would have on their futures.
Our counselor suggested that we go to a neutral location and spend some time as a family. We could use the time to decide if we still loved each other, if the kids would be okay, and if we really wanted to break up or make another effort to work things out. The counselor stressed that Betty and I should listen to what the kids had to say and consider their thoughts in our ultimate decision.
That's how we ended up at this beach house on a remote end of Carrier Beach. Our nearest neighbor was a half a mile away. The beach house came with a hot tub, sauna, sun room and pool. It was truly a luxury location. As I finished unpacking, I could see Carol and Ben already checking out the amenities. I watched them from a second-floor window lost in the love and affection I felt for my kids.
"We sure did a great job with them," I heard from behind me. I nodded as Betty came into the room. "Whatever we've done wrong, we've done at least two things right."
"Lots more than two things," I replied. "But they surely are the best."
"I'm going for a walk on the beach," she said.
"Do you want company?" I asked.
"Not this time," came the reply.
"OK."
I heard her footsteps leaving the room. While my stomach was tied up in knots from the stress and unknown of the situation, I tried to stay calm. We came here to figure things out. Whichever way it went, we'd decide as a family. I decided to head to town and pick up some provisions. Anything to keep my mind and hands busy.
Most of the afternoon was taken up going to the grocery store, the liquor store, various specialty and boutique stores. The sun was still above the horizon, but heading down as I pulled into the driveway. I grabbed a couple of bags and headed inside. As I entered, I could hear the kids thumping around upstairs. I put down the bags and headed up to get some help unloading the car.
There are three bedrooms and two bathrooms on the second floor of this house. Perfect for a family of four. The noise came from the farthest bedroom, the one Carol chose. The door was ajar and I stepped confidently towards it.
Just as I was about to grab the door knob to open the door all the way, my eye caught a reflection in the mirror above the dresser. I stopped and looked closer. Surely I was just imagining what I thought I saw. My mind said there were two people moving together in the bed. That couldn't be right, the only two people here were Carol and Ben. I looked closer and saw Ben, his back arched and his eyes closed, pounding away at the woman beneath him.
"Good for you son!" I thought. It hadn't taken him long to find a companion for the week. I smiled with fatherly pride at the success he achieved. My prurient interests took over and I stepped back from the door to watch my son hammer his partner. Moans and gasps ricocheted around the room as Ben serviced his woman.
I stepped back slightly to make sure I wouldn't be noticed. The couple were approaching their climax. The girl's moaning turned into guttural commands.
"Fuck me Ben, all the way in, beat my pussy with your cock!"
Suddenly I was light headed, my knees wobbled and shook. The voice was Carol's! My son was fucking my daughter! And, my daughter loved it!
As the volume rose to a crescendo I regained my composure, pushed open the door and stepped into the room.
"What the hell is going on here?" I bellowed.
Ben froze mid-thrust. Carol sat up, bending at the waist and looked over her left shoulder to see me. Her face, red from exertion slowly turned white.
"UH, HUH, UH," came from Ben. Carol was mute.
"Am I really seeing what I'm seeing?" I shouted. "Is my son really fucking his sister? What the hell kind of perverts are you two? Is this what we are spending tens of thousands of dollars on college for? What the fuck?"
Ben's head dropped and he began to disengage himself from his sister's body. Carol grabbed for the sheets and covered herself as much as possible, turning away from me at the same time.
I sensed a presence behind me and turned to see Betty standing in the hallway. Apparently she came in shortly after me. I looked at her with anguish in my eyes.
"All right, you two get dressed and meet your mother and I down stairs," I said. Reaching behind me I slammed the bedroom door.
Betty and I trooped down the stairs to the living room and took seats opposite each other. After a pause Betty opened her mouth, then shut it. Clearly in shock she tried again.
"Did we see what I thought we saw?" I asked. "Were they really doing each other?"
"Don, let's keep an open mind here," said Betty. "They may have a perfectly legitimate reason, or maybe we didn't see what we thought we saw."
"C'mon Betty," I said. "I know what I saw, and heard."
"Don't forget that I was there too," said Betty. "Let's see what they have to say about this. We need to keep an open mind."
We sat there lost in our own thoughts for what seemed like a long time. I reviewed my life with the kids, beat myself up for how they turned out and where I had gone wrong. I could only guess what Betty was thinking.
We heard footsteps on the stairs. Ben and Carol entered the living room and sat side by side in the two cane chairs. Neither of them would look us in the eyes.