It had been over a month since the best fucking of my life. Dan and I had made love twice during that time, both times he had had been tender and sweet, his usual self. Both times I had faked an orgasm, something I had never had to do in my life.
For Mom and Dad, everything just switched back to normal, it was as if nothing had even happened. I didn't know how they kept it so normal, and wasn't sure if I was relieved or frustrated.
We had spent the previous Saturday over with them, the kids running around the yard while mom and I sat on the patio. I watched as Dan helped dad with the grilling, and quite honestly, I don't think my eyes hardly left my father.
When we got the invitation to come back this Saturday, I was a bit surprised. We usually only got together once a month or so; but I wasn't turning down a chance to perv my father, while Dan never refused free food.
The kids were enjoying the kiddie pool while mom and I sat in the shade of the patio. It was still midsummer so the heat was in full force. I watched as my once again shirtless father moved about the patio, and I couldn't stop the gush of fluids at the image of that man pounding down into me.
"So is it an eight or a nine?" my mother asked, bringing me back to our conversation.
"Huh?" I was confused; shit what I missed daydreaming about my father.
"How horny are you right now?" my mother leaned forward, her eyes boring into mine.
"Jesus mom" I could only gasp back at her frankness.
"Just answer the damn question" she said firmly.
"A ten, OK" I could barely whisper back. At least I was being honest.
"I wondered, your nipples are about to rip through that tank top" mom leaned back in her chair.
"Oh God" I moaned, realizing once again she knew.
"It's all right honey" Mom softly chuckled. "He does that to a woman."
"I don't know how you've handled him all these years." I said softly; my eyes being drawn back to my father.
"I was younger" mom told me "and I had a little help now and then" she smiled.
Help? What did she mean? I turned and looked at her in confusion. Once again she had that same half silly smile from that morning in the kitchen. She didn't mean? My eyes grew wider.
"You didn't think you were the first did you?" Mom said. "Hate to disappoint you sweetie, that cock has done more conquering than Alexander the Great."
"Jesus Christ" I was dumb struck.
"Lydia" she reached out and gripped my hand. "I know you don't understand all of this, but just know one thing. It wasn't just for you." She gave my hand a gentle squeeze.
"It was also for him" mom nodded over towards dad. "And for me" she smiled. "It took a little heat off me for a change."
I didn't know what to say. I sat there in dumb silence as my mother told me my parents were swingers, or at least had been. Dear God, how could I have not known all of this?
I heard dad call the burgers were ready and watched as mom went to get the plates. She slipped into mother mode so smoothly it amazed me. This same woman, who had for thirty years been the most solid rock of my life, was swiftly undermining everything I had thought to be true about my family.
Yet, at the same time it made me look at them in a totally different light. The blinders were gone now, and for maybe the first time I saw them as human beings. It was more than evident the love they shared, the kisses, the subtle touches that seemed second nature.
I also saw them as sexual beings, something that only recently been awakened in me. The swell of moms' breasts when she pressed against him, I swore I could see her nipple drag along his bare skin; and the bulge in dads' jeans when he subtly slipped up behind her pressing into her; God how had I never seen any of this before.
I began to compare Dan to my father. I loved this man I had been married to for ten years, and yet I also felt the animal draw of the older, more accomplished alpha male. I ate my dinner mostly in silence, my mind trying to reconcile this strange difference.
Dan asked if I was feeling all right, and I could see a knowing glance in my fathers' eyes. But it was my mother that pulled the finger out of the dyke. And God do I mean dyke.
We had moved the get together inside so the guys could watch their football game, mom and I were in the kitchen cleaning. By this time images of my parents entangled in various orgies had been floating through my sex starved brain,
"If you keep grinding on the sink you're going to soak your panties" my mothers' soft voice came from beside me.
Startled I looked down and realized she was right, I had my pelvis jammed against the edge of the sink and was slowly rotating my hips. Fuck, I had to get a grip, I thought. Yet, at the same time the sheer frankness of mom took me by surprise.
"Jesus mom" I half whispered back, not wanting to disturb Dan or Dad.
"Honey, like I said before; it's only sex" mom chuckled. "Once you understand that, the rest is easy."
"OK, then explain it." I was a little pissed off mom was so casual about this.
"Think of it this way" mom reached in and took my hands from the soapy dishwater. "Some dishes are for special events, some are for every day." She said. "But in the end, they are still just dishes."
That didn't make a damn bit of sense to me as mom held my hands and turned my back to the sink to face her. "So sex is like dishes?" I asked.
"In a way" mom smiled. "Some sex is for making love, some is just for the sake of fucking if you will" she held my hands. "But in the end, it's still just sex honey."
"So sex with dad is your fine china?" I couldn't help my smile. "So what's your everyday dishes?"
"Oh baby, your father is the finest china ever made" her smile was wistful. I shuddered at the memory of how he had played my body like a fine violin and had no argument with her there.
"He also has a ferocious appetite, and honestly sometimes I like something a bit...different." Again she had that silly smile from the last time.
"Different?" I could only reply. "Jesus mom you just told me the two of you are swingers. How much more different can you get?"
"No Lydia" mom told me. "We are NOT swingers, at least not in the traditional sense." She sighed. "We were never into the club or orgy scene, we considered ourselves more...swappers." She said.
I could only stand silent, listening to her story, as I felt that same heat begin to grow in my groin again. God, how I got myself into this, I wondered.
"Just select couples we knew, usually through your fathers' work." She admitted. "Remember the Bakers?" I did, it had been building their large new home that had basically paid for my wedding ten years ago. I nodded my head as mom continued.
"Did you know he has a ten inch cock." She whispered in my ear.
"Oh my God" I almost moaned at her words. I thought my father had been big, the idea of ten inches of hard meat shoved into me sent a tremor through my body.
