So as it turns out, Tyler, who was seeing both my wife and myself a little more intensely than just a hookup and a bit more serious than 'boyfriend' told his folks he was seeing us.
I'm 51. My wife is 39...I mean 29...if you're married you know. Tyler is 21.
He showed up at the house last Friday night and said, "My mom wants to...meet you." He said. We didn't screw around, just chilled that night.
The meeting was awkward to the point of near terror. Both my wife and I had fucked Tyler's stepdad. Her once, me a couple times. Tyler had been introduced to me by his stepdad, as they'd jacked off together a few times.
That night I'd blown my load up Tyler's ass, Josh had finished in my mouth once and ass later. Literally while I was fucking the stepson.
Josh had stopped screwing around with me when he was 'repairing' his relationship with Tyler's mom. She didn't suspect infidelity, just distance.
So he wasn't about ready to out himself. For the better part of the sit-down, he sat there quietly.
Margot, on the other hand, was a ball of reserved fury. She was an attractive woman, younger than me by about five years (unfortunately). Short and built very well with dyed blonde hair pulled back into a ponytail and brown eyes behind rimless glasses.
The three of us admitted that it had started out physical. Tyler had come out to his folks the day he turned 19, so that part didn't surprise her. What surprised her was that he was sleeping with both of us. Frequently at the same time.
"This...is NOT cool." She said through gritted teeth. "He's young enough...to be your kid. Your youngest kid." She had subdued anger that could power a city.
"I'm very aware of our age difference" I answered, trying to stay calm, "I have no idea how to explain it to you, I can only hope that you'll...work it out in time."
Several hours later Mel and I made it home. Tyler had to stay at his folks house to work things out.
They didn't work out very well. His mom was upset to the point she wasn't speaking to him. His stepdad was...unreadable. He'd messaged me from his hookup site screen name, "Margot is fucking next-level pissed off. I knew you were fucking Tyler, but come on man!"
His school had ended for the semester and usually on his free days he'd be at our house. I suppose it was a good sign he was still at his folks place.
He showed up Monday. "Well, Mom doesn't get it, but she says I'm an adult and she loves me." He sighed on his way to the shower. "I guess that means we're in a fully open situation now?"
Mel and my family knew about it. So yeah, we were good.
Today, December 18th they boarded a plane back to Mel's family's place for Christmas. I had to stay and work, bummer.
As soon as bags are out of the car, both of them got their kiss, I decided, "Fuck it." My car pointed itself towards the bathhouse.
I more or less just wanted to be involved in something. I could stand to the side of some spectacle and jack off and I'd feel accomplished.
Between work and living with two people with Olympic-level sex drives, my 'strange' encounters have vanished. I'm not bitching, mind you. Just pointing it out.
Unfortunately the place was a ghost town. A few random guys who gave me the 'overstimulated' vibe. Bottoms who couldn't cum anymore to save their lives. Sure, they were amazing but it was kind of like casino people, you know? Chasing the next fix but it wasn't quite enough. Poppers and Viagra and Cialis and hours of trying.
I feel lucky in that respect. I've had sex with someone at least once a week for the last 22 years. Mel has been at least once a week for the last 18, with the exception of a week she spent in Spain.
We made up for it.
About thirty minutes after I arrived I saw a young guy, early 20's. Maybe 5'4", he was a bit chubby with longish brown hair, still wet from the shower. Hen wore his towel tightly against him.