"Well, does that mean that I get to fuck Joyce?" he asked teasingly.
"hmmm, I think I would really love that dad. It would only be fair as your son fucked my mum, I should be able to fuck his dad," she stated. "When will your cock be ready to go again?" she asked.
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After my father heard my wife's comment his eyes bulged, almost popping right out of their sockets. We could see the effect Joyce's comment had on him. He did not know if she were telling the truth, be his cock was sure delighted with what it had heard.
Eventually, after what seemed like an eternity of deep thought, he finally regained his composure and spoke.
"Well! I think it is beginning to feel better already, but I think tonight belongs to your mother, Grace", he spoke to no one in particular. "But if you are serious, and my son does not complain, I would certainly like to take you up on that offer another time" he added with a smile and a wink.
"Dad, I think tonight does belong to my mother, but I am sure we can work something out for another time if you like. I know your son would like to fuck my mother, and I have already agreed that he should as she has gone too long without, sooooo, I don't see why you and I can't have the same privileges as well!" Joyce told him.
With that said, even Grace put her comments in and said she would love to have both me and my father take care of her needs, but tonight she just wanted my father to herself. It seemed I did not have a choice in the matter as my wife and her mother had decided already what they wanted, and who with; without caring if I liked the idea or not; but who was I to complain. I felt it would be better for my wife to fuck my father, than to run around with just any other guy.
We all sat back and had a few more drinks together before Grace decided it was time to take my father to the spare room where she could have him all to herself. Meanwhile Joyce and I went to our room where we made love again and then talked about the situation at hand. We decided to leave it up to her mother and my father to make the next move. We realized that, as they were older then us, they would not be so keen to have sex as often as we did.
The next morning Joyce and I awoke around 9am, and deciding to go and get something to eat, we crept quietly into the kitchen so as not to wake the "old dears", but we were wrong. As we were about to walk into the kitchen we heard their voices and they seemed to not care who heard them. They appeared to be making plans to meet again so that they could indulge in more pleasures of the flesh with each other.
Thinking we should leave them to their privacy, I told Joyce we should go back to bed, but she said she wanted to see their faces when we walked in. I thought about this for a few moments and then agreed it would be fun, so we both entered the kitchen.
"I don't know about you Grace, but I would love to do it next Friday if that is fine with you" my father said to her.
"Shit! Do you think it will take that long before you are ready to fuck again? I would be happy to do it again next Tuesday or Wednesday, if you feel up to it" she replied to him with a giggle.
Joyce and I looked at each other in amazement, as they did not seem to care that we, their kids, were now sitting at the same table, and listening to them make plans to fuck each other. We looked at each other and just grinned, before finally Grace looked at us.
"What do you two think, should we wait until next Friday, or should we just do it on Tuesday?" Grace asked us.
"Mum, that is up to you two, we can't tell you when you should get together and fuck, only you two can decide that!" Joyce replied.
"Not us!" my father snapped, "Grace and my son, and you and me, she is talking about!" he added.
Once again Joyce and I were dumbfounded. We could not believe what we had just heard. We had both assumed that they were planning and talking about them getting together, but we were wrong. They were arranging for us to fuck with them! Neither of us had expected this. Mind you, Joyce the night before had commented that she wouldn't mind fucking my father, but even she hadn't decided as of then if she was game enough to go to bed with him. Or at least not just yet, maybe in a few weeks or months time.
"Well, come on Joyce, you said last night you fancied having his father, so when's it to be?" she demanded. You know how much I like to have him fuck me, so when can I have him again, and you can try his father?" she added.
After we both got over our initial shock we began to stumble our words like little kids caught smoking behind the shed.
"Ah, ah, um, well" we both seemed to be uttering.