Incest/Taboo Paula

Linda had taught me that giving pleasure was the best way to experience it and, in my two years with Paula, I had learned to savor it all over again. There were times when I wondered if I was making love to the ghost of my lost love but most of the time I thanked my lucky stars that I had found true love with another woman in my lifetime, a woman who truly knew herself and helped me to fully explore the depths of my own psyche.

Yes, I liked Paula to pretend to be Linda now and again. It heightened our love making for both of us. And, I also found out that I bore a remarkable similarity to Paula's first husband. Paula confided that he had wanted to take her ass but she had turned him down, something she deeply regretted. So, just like Paula sometimes shared me with my dead wife, I sometimes shared her with her dead husband when we were in the deepest throes of passion. And, of course, with her brother.

I played between Paula's legs for some time but didn't hesitate when she drew her knees back to her chest. When my woman signaled her readiness, I didn't make her wait. I immediately positioned myself and slid into her slick tunnel, grasping the back of her knees to help her keep herself wide open. Quickly, I worked myself up to a fast pace, leaning forward and getting onto my feet to squat over her haunches so I could dig deeper as I gained steam.

After several minutes of good, hard fucking, Paula straightened her legs until her heels dug into the bed and our bodies slowed until we were barely moving, stretched out full length, one above the other. The fingers on my right hand found Paula's body again and trailed along its length, exploring her ribcage and tickling her tummy, slipping in to tease the outer reaches of her pussy and then reaching around to grasp that wonderful, jutting ass that had so beguiled me the first day I met her. As I squeezed it, Paula scrached the back of my calves with her toenails.

Paula drew away and I lowered my body to follow, trying to keep my hand on her ass, but it was soon pinned to the mattress. In turn, I drew away, rising up until we almost separated, and would have been if Paula hadn't followed me, hooking her feet behind my back to pull herself deep onto my cock. Our bodies hunched and stretched, thrust and parried, with increasing urgency until I couldn't maintain a crawling stance and collapsed upon my lover, gasping out my orgasm, feet scrabbling at the mattress in a desperate struggle to keep my cock deep inside my true love.

Afterward, Paula stroked my back, played with the hair on the back of my head, and whispered her love to me, knowing that this was one of the days I needed to hear how much I meant to her.

After breakfast, we took our tea on the lounges, discussed various topics until lunch, and then walked outside. We walked past the garages and the stables and took the familiar path to the old pipeline. Cresting the hill, we looked down upon the boundary between Paula and her brother's estates, once divided by a rusting pipeline but now returned to its former state, a canal.

Paula and I walked down the path to the stone bridge that now spanned the canal, so carefully reconstructed using stones from the original which had been dismantled to make way for the pipeline. It still surprised me that the stone slabs had not been reused and had been found in an old quarry nearby.

Robert and Gina were waiting for us. We joined them at the apex of the bridge's arch and watched a couple float by underneath us. As the oars dipped lazily in the water, the man nodded in response to our hello while his partner returned the greeting. They were almost round the bend when Paula took Robert's hand and turned to go, leading her brother toward our home. Gina took my hand and pulled me the other away.

At the ends of the bridge, we stopped to kiss. It had become a tradition with us. I turned so I could see across the bridge and met Paula's eyes which were trained on me, over her brother's shoulders. They blinked—Paula couldn't wink with one eye.

Gina spoke as she led me up the hill. "Robert said I should try harder to tire you out this afternoon. He and Paula don't like it when you're too rambunctious."

"Is that right?" I asked, my eyes falling to what I knew would be my sister-in-law's tool for tiring me out.

"Yes."

I let it drop and Gina did too, allowing me to enjoy her butt as we scaled the hill. Although I hadn't the first year, I now appreciated Paula's need to be alone with her brother and I rather enjoyed my time with his wife. No matter how close your relationship, there are things you don't feel comfortable doing with your spouse, like blowing a load in her face.

Paula like to be kissed while we made love. With Gina, however, I knew that we'd barely get inside the door before I was inside her and would probably use the long cook's table in the kitchen. Whereas I enjoyed taking my time to make love with Paula, with Gina I felt this incredible urge to fuck her hard, right away, wherever we happened to be.

And I liked blowing my load in Gina's face. Don't ask me why. With Paula, I just couldn't, and if I did I could never be rough with her like I sometimes was with Gina. Moreover, I suspected Gina wouldn't let Robert treat the mother of his children that way either. Seeing Gina with other young moms, the picture of young motherhood, stirred this incredible need in me to treat her like a veritable slut and she always rose to the occasion. We didn't try to undertand it, we just went with the flow, so to speak.

I decided at the top of the hill, as Gina turned and flashed an innocent smile despite knowing that I had been devouring the delicious rump she'd been waving in my face all the way up the hill, that as soon as we got in the door I would jam my cock in her mouth.

We put an arm around each other and turned to wave at our spouses and each let a hand slip down to fondle an ass. Even at this distance, I could see our action was mirrored across the canal. Satisfaction with my new life welled up inside me. I was now truly a member of the manor-born.​