Surprise! My Parents are Swingers

The five hour drive home from college seemed to go by quickly. My best friend Samantha was riding with me, and she even helped with some of the driving. Sam and I had been best friends since high school and we had just finished our third year at State University. We talked all the way home; about school, our friends, our summer plans, and of course, we talked about boys and sex. After all, what twenty-one year old, female best friends don't occasionally talk about sex? Actually, Sam had turned twenty one about two months earlier, and my twenty first birthday would be in less than three weeks. But who is quibbling about that?

It was a last minute decision on our part to drive home on the Saturday of Memorial Day weekend. All semester we thought that we would be at school through the first week of June in order to finish our final exams. But exam schedules had changed and both of us were finished with the semester earlier that day. On an impulse we decided to load the car with all our belongings, drive home early and surprise our parents.

Arriving in our home town about 9 PM, our first stop was Samantha's house. Her parents weren't home, but that wasn't that unusual as they often went out on Saturday nights. I helped Sam unload her stuff, told her I would call her in a day or two, and then I drove home.

Approaching my home, I noticed there were many cars parked along the street, and in our driveway. It dawned upon me that my parents always held a pool party on Memorial Day Weekend. These parties were for the adults, and as a child I had always been sent away to stay with my grandmother for the holiday weekend. I hadn't given it much thought, as Memorial Day weekend had been this way for my entire life.

As I walked up to our front door, I wondered if I was appropriately dressed for a surprise appearance at my parent's party. But hey! I was dressed in a tight fitting t-top and a short blue jean skirt, and this was a pool party, wasn't it? I figured I would fit right in.

But I wasn't really prepared for what I encountered as I entered our home. There were many adults milling around, eating, drinking, talking, and obviously having a good time.

And all of them were totally naked!

I was stunned. I wondered what was going on. I also knew I had to be an adult and keep my composure. However, I was extremely curious.

I remembered that our pool and backyard were surrounded by a ten foot privacy wall, as were many of the backyards in our neighborhood. I remembered that my mother often sunbathed totally naked on a lounger by the pool, or swam totally naked in our pool, but only when we had no guests at the house. And I even suspected that my father also swam naked when it was only he and mom at home. But with all these people? Were all of them here to swim naked?

One of the party guest, a very handsome man, stepped forward and greeted me.

"Hello. I'm Richard." he said as he extended his hand to shake mine. "You must be Fred and Scarlet's daughter. You're Amber, correct?"

I was frozen for a moment, shocked by the situation. I had always been aware of men and their 'elevator eyes' checking out my 36D breasts, and here I was with my own 'elevator eyes' checking out his good sized cock dangling freely in front of me. I shook my head to clear my thoughts.

"Uh, yeah." I stammered. "I'm Amber. I home from college earlier than expected and intended to surprise my parents."

I shook Richard's hand and fought the temptation to glance again at his beautiful cock.

"Nice to finally meet you." Richard replied in a very pleasant voice.

"Do you know where my parents are?" I quickly asked. I had been glancing around the living, dining, and entry area and hadn't seen either of them.

Richard turned to face towards the back of the house. As he waved his arm that direction he told me, "Fred's in the pool. And I believe Scarlet is in the bedroom."

"Okay. Thank you." I said to Richard as I stepped towards the back of the house. I had no idea why mom was in the bedroom, but I figured if I found dad, that mom would be joining everyone out by the pool soon. As I walked through the kitchen and breakfast area, it was also full of naked people. I just couldn't process in my head that my parents were hosting a pool party for naked adults.

I stepped out the back door onto the patio. More naked people were around the pool and in the pool. Everyone was having a good time, and all appeared oblivious to the fact that everyone was naked.

From a distance, I could see my father sitting in the hot tub which was built into a corner of the pool. His back was towards me, so he didn't see me. Sitting on each side of him was a woman whom he had his arm around. I didn't recognize either of these women, but I could see enough of them to know that they were both topless. My guess is that all three of them were naked. I could see dad's head turn as he kissed one woman, and then turned back as he kissed the other. And everyone acted as if this was normal.

Where was mom? And what would she think of this? I had to go find her.

As I moved back inside the house, I looked again at all the naked adults in the room. When I first entered the house, my initial view of the party goers, were as a group. I had been viewing the forest, and not the trees. Now I paid more attention to each person. I realized that my parents friends were beautiful people naked. The women were shapely and sexy. The men were buff and generally well endowed in the sex equipment department. All in all, these people were very sexy.

I moved towards the hallway leading to the bedrooms to find my mom. I passed an open door of a guest bedroom. Two people were inside, on the bed, having sex. An older man was laying on his back and a gorgeous blonde female was riding him in cowgirl position. Her movements were rapid. Both were grunting and moaning. It appeared their orgasms were approaching.

'What the fuck?' I thought to myself. I had assumed this was a nude pool party, but this activity had me rethinking the nature of this party. I had to find my mom.

I continued down the hallway towards my parent's bedroom. The door was open and I entered. A group of people, maybe eight to ten, mostly men, were standing around the bed. All of the men were sporting erections, unlike the males in other parts of the house where the cocks were soft and limp. No one noticed me as all were watching the activity on the bed. I stepped forward to see and a few men moved aside to give me a view.

My mother, Scarlet, was naked on the bed, on her hands and knees facing away from me. One male was kneeling behind her, fucking her from behind in doggy position. There was another man kneeling in front of her, his cock in her mouth. Oh My Gosh! My mother was being spit-roasted by two men! I had seen spit-roasting in porn videos, but never live in person. And to see my mother in such activity was blowing my mind. I was frozen by my shock.

As I watched, the man fucking her from behind appeared to have his orgasm. After resting a moment, he pulled his cock out and backed away. Immediately another male, with a very large erection, moved forward to take the place. As he shoved his cock into mom's pussy, I could hear her moan in pleasure. Soon all three were moving in sync, enjoying the threesome sexual intercourse.

I couldn't believe what I was watching. But as a voyeur, I couldn't stop watching these men having very public sex with my mother. And she was obviously loving the attention and sexual stimulation.

Another man moved close to me and spoke, "I'm John. Care to join me in another bedroom?"

Just when I thought this couldn't get any more crazy, it had.

I choked, tried to gather myself, and then replied. "Uh, no. I was just looking for my mother. Apparently she's busy."

Just as I turned to leave the room, I heard my mother cry out in what must have been an incredible orgasm. Everyone was cheering for her and applauding the show. My head was spinning trying to understand everything I had witnessed in the past twenty minutes since I entered our home.

Walking back towards the living room I encountered Jim Barton, my father's business partner. He, like everyone, was naked. His arm was wrapped around a gorgeous blonde with really big tits.

"Hello Amber. Let me introduce Bambi." Mr. Barton said to me.

I realized that this was the couple I had seen having sex in the guest bedroom. I also knew that Bambi was not Mr. Barton's wife, Mary, who I knew quite well.

'What the fuck?' I thought to myself, again. I had no idea what to say to Mr. Barton or to Bambi. How was I expected to understand all that was happening?

"Are you joining our group?" Mr. Barton asked. "Julie joined a couple of years ago and she just loves it."

Julie was the daughter of Jim and Mary Barton. She was a couple of years older than myself, and another member of that family I knew quite well. Or I thought I knew quite well. Maybe I didn't know any of these people as well as I thought.

Mr. Barton was patiently waiting for my answer.

"Not tonight." I responded, having no clue how to answer his question. What group was he talking about?

"I've got to go." I added as I stepped past Mr. Barton and Bambi and continued towards the living room.

Our living room featured a large U-shaped sectional sofa. Seated at one end were a pair of naked women who were cuddling and kissing. Each had a hand on the other's breast. They were watching a couple across from them on the other end of the U-shaped sectional. A young man sat upright with a young woman kneeling next to him. She was very actively sucking his cock.

Again the voyeur in me kept me watching, unable to turn away from this erotic scene. Soon the young man was having his orgasm and the young woman was attempting to swallow all his ejaculate. Some of his cum was leaking out of her mouth and dribbled down her chest as she sat upright. I recognized Julie Barton as the giver of the blowjob. I smiled at her as she smiled back at me.

Then Julie pointed towards to two women watching her. I recognized one of these as Julie's mother, Mary Barton. I couldn't see the face of the other woman very well, as she was turned away from me.

'Oh, fuck!' I muttered to myself as I hurried out the door and out of the house. I felt that I had been on the set of a porn movie, one that include my parents and several of our friends. I just couldn't understand all that I had witnessed.

Sitting in my car, I called Samantha on my cell. My body was shaking, and my voice trembled.

"Hey Sam. Can I come over? I need someone to talk to." I implored.

"Sure. Come on over." Samantha replied. "Mom and dad are still not home yet."

- - - - -

Twenty minutes later I was sitting with Sam in her bedroom.

"Amber, you're shaking. What happened?" Samantha asked with concern in her voice.

"I can't understand it." I replied shaking my head. "I expected mom and dad to be hosting a pool party. What I found was an orgy. Everyone was naked. Dad was with two other naked women in the hot tub, kissing each of them. I witnessed others having sex one way or another. And I watched as three different men had sex with my mother. I don't understand!"

"Really? That's fucking incredible!" Sam responded incredulously.

"Fucking is right. There was a lot of that happening." I replied.

Samantha thought a moment and then asked a question. "Do you know how long they've been having these types of parties?"

"I'd always assumed they were hosting pool parties, not sex orgies." I replied. "Gosh, these may have been happening all my life. I remember being very young when I was sent to grandma's house for the holiday weekend. How could I be so blind?"

"You're not the only one." Replied Sam. "My parents are at your parent's party. They stared attending these about our Senior year of high school. I too just thought these were pool parties."

"Your parents were there? OH MY GOD!" I exclaimed as I suddenly realized where I saw Samantha's parents.

I continued. "I saw your parents tonight. I just didn't process the information at the time. Remember I told you about mom being spit-roasted? Your dad was the one with his cock in my mom's mouth! OH MY GOD!"

I was shaking. More of the visions I had from the party were coming into focus. Sam reached out and was holding my hands.

"Really? My dad was face fucking your mother? That is crazy insane!" Sam exclaimed. "And did you see my mother? What was she doing?"

"I did see your mother!" I continued. "She was the other woman sitting on the sofa, making out with Mrs. Barton and watching Julie giving a blowjob. Your mom and Mary were naked, kissing, and touching each other's tits. OH MY GOD! This is so fucked up!"

Samantha pulled me into an embrace as we sat on the bed. My body continued to tremble and Sam was attempting to calm me down. It hit me that Sam didn't appear as shocked and upset about what I was telling her.

I pulled back so I could look Sam in the eyes. "You're not that surprised by all this?"

Samantha responded by pulling me into a another embrace and a long passionate kiss. Over our years at college, we were occasional lovers. Sometimes we just had sex for the pure fun of it. Other times we had sex to console the other after a breakup with a boyfriend. It wasn't a constant, everyday, type of relationship, but just sometimes part of our very close friendship.

Her kiss and embrace felt very comfortable and had the desired effect of calming me down. She made me feel that everything was okay. After several moments, we pulled apart.

"I've suspected that mom sometimes enjoys being intimate with another woman, just as you and I do." Sam spoke calmly. "For years I've been aware that once a month mom would go out in the evening to attend her Ladies Book Club meeting. She would come home very late, and appeared different. I came to believe that she had that 'just fucked' glow about her."

"From that you think she was having sex with other women?" I asked.

"And the fact that she was going to a Book Club meeting and I've never in my life seen my mother read a book." Sam added. "Don't you think that is a bit odd?"

"Well, yes. That is a bit odd." I answered. "Anything else?"

"Actually there is. Something I've been meaning to discuss with you." Sam said. "I've known that during the summers, mom occasionally goes over to your house for the day. Days when you and your dad are not home. Mom says she and your mother just float in the pool and sunbathe."

"Yeah. I know mom likes to do that." I added. What I didn't say was that I knew that mom would sunbathe in the nude when other people weren't there.

"My mom is a carefree spirit." Samantha picked up her story. "By that I mean she sometimes walks around the house totally naked. Even at age 40 she has an incredible body. And I noticed that she has no tan lines. She must sunbathe with your mom in the nude. Which fits that she never even took a swimsuit over to your house."

"Oh God!" I said as I heard another piece of shocking news. "Do you think our mothers were doing more than just floating in the pool and sunbathing naked?"

"I think there is a real possibility of that." Sam replied. "Just as you and I occasionally have a little sexual fun, I think our moms do the same. Maybe the desire for girl on girl sex just runs in our genes."

"Do you think the weekend parties they attend at their friends homes are also sex orgies?" I asked.

"Likely so." Sam replied. "You and I discuss sex quite a bit. We both love having a boyfriend that is also a great lover, and we supplement that with our own sex on the side. Maybe our parents are no different. It may be hard to imagine our parents being as sex crazed as we are, but maybe we need to consider that possibility."

"Maybe so." I added. "You know, all this talk about sex, and all those things I witnessed tonight, has me horny. Care to satisfy some cravings?"

"I'd hoped we would get there." Sam eagerly replied as she began to pull off her clothes.

Soon we were both naked, our bodies entwined on her bed, kissing passionately, and our hands all over each other's body. Samantha pushed me onto my back and swung her body over mine into a '69' position. Her tongue licked my pussy just as she pressed her pussy onto my mouth. We licked and played with each other for over an hour, both of us having several loud orgasms. Exhausted, we fell asleep in each other's arms as we had done many times in the past. As I slept I had vivid dreams of myself participating in a sexual orgy at my parent's home. My pussy throbbed all night.

- - - - -

The next morning I was awakened in the most delightful way. Samantha was snuggled next to me, her head on my shoulder. She was smiling at me. I could feel her finger gently rubbing my clit which was wet, swollen, and very sensitive. Within moments a very pleasurable orgasm was rolling through my body. I pulled Sam into a loving, open mouth kiss, our tongues softly playing with each other.

I was about to return the favor to Sam when we heard her mom's voice.

"Girls, get up. Breakfast is ready." Mrs. Gibbons called out.

"We'll be down in just a moment." Samantha replied.

"I don't have anything to wear except what I had on last night." I said, hoping for some help.

"You and I are the same size. I have a t-shirt and some shorts you can wear." Sam replied.

We both dressed in a similar fashion, t-shirt, shorts, no bra, and no panties. It was comfortable, but felt a bit weird. But what was really weird was that Sam and I would be facing her mom and dad after my encounters with them last night at my parent's house. Did they know I was there? Did they know I saw what they were doing? Breakfast could be very awkward.

Sam and I quickly washed our faces and brushed out our hair so we looked halfway presentable. Then we went downstairs and joined her parents at the breakfast table. Mrs. Gibbons had prepared pancakes, eggs, and bacon. We had milk and juice to drink. Everything appeared fairly normal, similar to my previous visits there. I had been there several times before, especially for sleepovers when we were in high school.

"I thought you two could use a good breakfast this morning." Mrs. Gibbons said as she placed the food on the table.

"Thank you, Mrs. Gibbons." I said between bites of food. I was hungry and dove into my breakfast.

"I think it's time you called us Sally and Mike." Mrs. Gibbons said in a very polite voice.

"Uh, okay. Sally." it felt awkward to say. "Breakfast is really good."

The four of us ate in silence for a while. I was wondering if there would be any discussion about the previous night, or if all that had happened would be ignored. Then Sally spoke up.

"I called your mom last night and told her that you were here." Sally said.

"You did?" I asked, wanting her to say more about why she did that.

"Your parents knew you were at the party and then left." Sam's father Mike responded. "Your parents were concerned about you."

"How did they know?" I asked.

"You weren't invisible. Jim and Mary Barton saw you, as did Mike and I." Sally replied. "We know you were likely shocked by what you saw."

"How did you know I was here?" I asked.

"Your car was in our driveway when we got home, and once we were inside, we could hear the noise you two were making." Mike added.

'Oh my gosh!' I thought to myself. Sam's parents heard Samantha and I having sex! I was horrified, and Sally could see that look on my face.

Sally rested her hand upon my arm to reassure me. "Don't worry honey. We have no problems with you two enjoying each other."

"Just don't get Samantha pregnant." Mike added in jest to break the tension. We all had a good laugh.

Sally kept her hand on my arm as she spoke to me.

"We know you have a lot of questions about last night. We assumed you came here to discuss things with Sam. So both of you have questions and you both deserve answers." Sally said.

Then Sally added, "Amber, please don't be angry with your parents. They kept things from you for your own good, just as we have done to Samantha. Your parents need to talk with you. And we need to talk with Samantha. Let's finish breakfast and then you can head home. We all have a lot to discuss today."

Somehow Sam's mother had made me feel better about the situation. She was almost a second mother to me. Apparently she knew what I was feeling, and what I needed from her and Mike, and from my parents. I already felt that somehow things would be good again.

- - - - -

As I made the short drive home, I thought more about what Mrs. Gibbons told me. First, I still found it awkward to call her Sally. But much more importantly she asked that I not be angry with my parents. I hadn't even considered that. Or maybe I hadn't gotten to that point yet. I still was in shock about my parent's activities. It was just so unbelievable to me. I hadn't gotten to the point of anger towards them for hiding all of this from me. And I didn't know how much there was yet to learn. I did expect the discussion with my parents to be awkward, and they had a lot to explain. I had a lot to learn. And I needed to be far more open-minded. I was sure that there were more surprises for me today.

Entering the front door of our home, I heard a voice from the back.

"Hello Dear!" my mom, Scarlet, called out. "We're back in the kitchen. Come join us."

Wearing only the t-shirt and shorts I borrowed from Sam, I was still without bra or panties. I wondered if I was appropriately attired for this conversation. But what the heck. I didn't think we would be discussion what I was wearing, or not wearing.

Entering the kitchen area, my parents stood up from the breakfast table and stepped forward to hug me. I noticed that mom wore an over-sized t-shirt. I suspected she had nothing on underneath that, so we both were without panties. My dad wore a t-shirt and boxers, not his usual attire while I was around. He always covered up with shorts or pants.

"Oh, Honey. We are so sorry about last night." my mom began. "We weren't expecting you home for another week. We didn't intend for you to learn about our lifestyle parties this way."

Dad motioned for all of us to sit down around the table, and we did.

"Parties? So this wasn't your first?" I asked. "When were you going to tell me? And how many secrets are you keeping from me?"

I tried to not sound angry with them. I was just shocked that they had such parties.

"Amber," My father always addressed me by my name when he had something important to say. "We have discussed for a very long time when and how to share with you this part of our lives. We decided long ago that we would tell you on your 21st birthday. And we almost made it there."

"Almost, yeah, almost. My 21st birthday is less than three weeks from now." I replied. "Will you tell me now? Or do I have to wait? And will you tell me everything?"

"Oh Honey. Of course we will tell you now. And we will tell you everything." Mom took up the conversation. "Last night your father and I had a very long discussion. We agreed that all the secrets, all the hiding who we are, has to stop right now. Most important is that we fully regain your trust, and your love. No more secrets. Ask us any questions and we will truthfully and completely answer them."

"Last night I felt I was in a foreign place, " I began. "like in a porn movie set, not that I know what that is really like. It was so disturbing to witness all the public display of nudity and sex by my parents, all the guests, and our friends the Bartons and the Gibbons. And even my friend Julie! Oh My Gosh!"

I caught my breath and then continued before they could respond.

"What were you all doing last night?" I asked, then added another question, "And how long have you been doing this?

"We've been swingers since before you were born, maybe 25 years." mom replied. "Last night was what we call a 'Lifestyle Party'. We've been participating or hosting these for nearly 20 years, almost your entire life.

"It was one of our wildest parties ever." dad added it, a big smile on his face.

"Lifestyle Party? What is that?" I asked.

Mom responded. "The Lifestyle is a term used by people like us to define the certain way we live, especially our outlook on sex. We view sex as a pleasurable experience shared by two or more people without emotional strings attached. Yes, sex is best with someone you love, but it can be very pleasurable with other people."

"And we can rejoice in the sexual pleasure our spouse has with other partners." dad explained. "We actually get pleasure knowing that our partner is doing something they can enjoy. I love to see Scarlett have multiple orgasms delivered from multiple men."

"The incredible experience of multiple orgasms over an hour or more of continual sex can only be achieved with having multiple partners." mom added. "That is not something that even your father can give me by himself, as much as he may try. I am so blessed with these opportunities. I am so grateful for Fred's support, and for that, I love him even more."

"How do you handle knowing that the other is having sex with someone else?" I asked. "Don't you love each other?"

"We separate Love from Sex" mom continued. "We love each other. We love you. Sex is a pleasure. Enjoying sex with another person doesn't mean we love someone else more, or love each other less."

Dad jumped in. "Another major component of the Lifestyle is that you cannot be jealous about the sex your spouse, partner, or others seek and experience. In fact we celebrate the joys of sex that everyone has."

"Really?" was all I could say. This certainly was a totally different perspective on having sex, and not one I expected from my parents. I considered them straight-laced, normal folk, not sex perverts.

My parents could see the skepticism on my face.

"It's not unlimited, no holds barred sex." Mom explained. "We have structure. We have rules. We don't want anyone harmed. We don't want to breakup any marriages. And we have safe sex."

"And how do you do that?" I was becoming curious as to how this all worked. If they had been doing this for 25 years, it must be working well for them.

"First, we have to be completely open and honest with each other. No secrets. No cheating." Dad began. "And yes, I see the irony in that before you open your mouth, young lady. If either of us wants to have sex with someone else, we always discuss this with the other before having sex. The exception is when we attend or host a Lifestyle party. By attending, permission is granted to have sex with anyone else in attendance."

"Second," mom picked up the discussion, "When it comes to sex, the woman can always say 'No'. And 'NO' means 'NO'."

"Membership in the group is tightly controlled." dad spoke. "New members must be invited into the group. They are vetted to ensure they will fit in. Everyone is tested regularly for STDs. Parties are strictly by invitation only. It is not permissible to bring a friend, or a date, or even a new spouse who has not been vetted. Anyone that breaks any rule is banned forever."

"But everyone at a party doesn't have to engage in sex." mom went on. "People usually get naked, but not everyone. We have the pool for people to use. However, no sex is allowed in the pool itself. We have the media room, which is usually showing quality porn videos. We have plenty of good food and food drink. But getting drunk or unruly is also against the rules."

"The bedrooms are the primary play areas, but don't worry, we don't use your bedroom." dad picked up. "We provide condoms, lube, tissues, and towels for cleanup. Sometimes the sexual activities spill over into the media room or into the living room."

Mom jumped in at that point. "Last night in the media room we had a sex chain of ten people. I think it was six women and four men. Just incredible."

"And your mom was in the middle of all that." dad added in with a grin on his face.

"What is that? Explain that to me." I asked. Somehow knowing that my mother was in the midst of a 10 person sex chain sounded quite erotic. I wanted more details.

"I was in the media room with Sally, you know, Samantha's mom." my mother began. "I told her to get on the floor and I was going to eat her pussy. She had an idea what I wanted to start, and she was right. No sooner was I kneeling between her legs and licking her pussy, when some guy, I don't know who, was laying on his back, between my legs and scooting up underneath my crotch. When he grabbed my ass and pulled my pussy down to his mouth, I turned to look back at him, but I couldn't see his face. Instead I saw his cock pointing straight up into the air, and Sandra was kneeling between his legs and about to suck that cock. I turn back to eat Sally and realized that Ann was just kneeling down over Sally's face, planting her pussy on Sally's mouth. I got busy licking Sally's pussy while that fellow was eating my pussy. God, it was crazy. And more people were adding on to the chain at one end or the other."

"That sounds very erotic." I said without thinking that this was my parents with whom I was discussing sex. I felt a tingle in my own pussy, which startled me. I was getting aroused talking about the wild sex my mother had last night.

"I have pictures of that chain." Dad chimed in. "Would you like to see them?"

"You took pictures? Is that allowed?" I asked, surprised once again.

"Our rules allow the party hosts to take photos, and to distribute them to others who attended the party." Dad replied. "No one else can take any photos of any kind, and if given a photo, can only share with other party attendees. If they break the rules,..."

"I know. They are banned from the group forever." I interrupted my father and completed his sentence.

"You're catching on to this." he replied.

"As I was saying..." mother tried to continue her story. "I was getting really aroused by the tongue on my clit, while I was thoroughly enjoying eating Sally's twat. Eventually Sally began her orgasm and I kept licking, pushing her over the edge. She called it quits and rolled out, breaking the chain. But quickly Martha took her place and I began eating her while Ann sat down on her face."

Dad was now showing me the photos on his cell phone, and pointing out who was who in each photo. I flashed back to the scene I had witnessed in the bedroom of mom being spit-roasted by two men at a time. Suddenly I felt flushed and my pussy was tingling even more. I had more questions, but needed to turn the discussion away from the events of last night. I didn't want to get sexual aroused during this conversation.

"How did you start swinging? You said this happened before I was born?" I asked.

"Just a couple of years after we were out of college, we began dating." Dad started telling their story. "Our best friends at the time were Jim and Mary, you know them as Julie's parents. But at the time they weren't married either. One Saturday night they were over at our apartment. We were talking about all sorts of topics, some quite personal. We were drinking, tequila shots if I remember, and I think we all felt this special bond forming. At some point Jim said that Mary gave the best blowjobs."

At this point mom jumped in.

"I took offense at Jim' assertion." mom picked up with the story. "I told Jim that I gave the best blowjobs, Fred had told me so, as had other men. Of course they wanted to know how many men I had given blowjobs and were they anyone they knew. Mary challenged me by saying the only way I could convince Jim that I gave a better blowjob than she did, was for me to give Jim a blowjob, right then and there. I told her I would do it, but only if she gave Fred a blowjob so that he could also judge our abilities."

Dad continued.

"Next thing you know, the girls had removed both Jim's and my pants and underwear. We both had growing erections, of similar size. Your mom went down quickly on Jim and Mary followed by quickly going down on my cock. I think both Jim and myself were just stunned that this was happening, but we weren't going to stop it. The two ladies were very competitive and really went after our cocks for several minutes. But I think the amount of alcohol we had consumed made it difficult for either of us to reach orgasm."

Mom continued.

"I think Mary was giving out first. We both were getting tired and had sore mouths. Suddenly Mary is changing the contest by saying Jim was the best fuck she ever had. He could give her so many orgasms. This changed things immediately. She and I both stripped naked and mounted the other's date. I was riding Jim, and Mary was riding Fred. I think the sex lasted half an hour. Mary and I had multiple orgasms, but we lost count. So we called it a tie. Eventually both men came, and we all collapsed, exhausted. At that point we knew both men were incredible lovers. It wasn't a weird feeling. We all just knew that this was an incredible event."

"We had such a good time..." dad continued, "we made swinging with Jim and Mary a regular thing. We had no idea how long it would continue. But we were young and didn't think that much about the future. Then Scarlet and I discovered another couple and had an evening of sex with them. That soon led to all three couples together, our first group or party. Over time the group grew larger and we developed rules for admitting new couples into our group."

"And all of this was before I was born?" I interjected a question.

"Yes. I think that all of us initially thought that when we settled down, got married, and had children, we would no longer be swinging with other couples." Mom was telling this part of the story. "But the group had grown and the activities were so regular, that it was like it had a life of its own. One couple got married, then we got married, then another couple. And we kept swinging. Mary got pregnant, and she continued to participate, just no vaginal sex."

"And the guys loved her big boobs." Dad interrupted.

"After Julie was born," Mom continued, "Jim and Mary resumed full participation. Mary's sister would babysit baby Julie while clueless what Jim and Mary were doing. Then I got pregnant with you, and we followed the same path as Mary and Jim. I had no vaginal sex while pregnant, but I got really good at oral sex."

This was almost too much information about mom and dad's sex life, but I felt so drawn into the eroticism of their lifestyle, I couldn't turn away. I wanted to hear more. And I was aware my pussy was throbbing and likely wet. I fought off the urge to touch myself while sitting with my parents.

"Our gatherings were informal and not scheduled." Dad continued. "The group was loosely defined, couples joining and leaving. Most gatherings had six to eight couples. We were all living in apartments which were really too small to handle the sexual activities of a group that size. Soon after you were born, Jim and I became business partners and our financial situations improved significantly. Jim and Mary bought a house. Then Scarlet and I bought our first house. These houses were much better places to host a swing party. Over time things evolved. Our group has stabilized at about twenty couples. Six couples had a home that was suitable to host our parties with proper privacy and a sufficient number of play rooms. So we each hosted about two parties a year. We have a pool with great privacy, so we usually host Memorial Day weekend to kickoff the summer."

I sat there overwhelmed by all that I had learned. All these people having sex in our home on a regular basis. And I had been totally clueless. I think that if someone else had described these behaviors and activities, I would have considered them sex perverts. But these were my parents and their friends. I considered all of them to be normal people.

On one hand, I was amazed how open and honest mom and dad were being about their sex lives and their swingers group. On the other hand, I was slightly offended that I hadn't been told about any of this at an earlier age.

The past 24 hours had been a surreal experience. Never had I encountered so much new and unexpected information about people I thought I knew so well. As I listened and learned, I was not repulsed, but I wanted to learn more. I even began to have visions of myself participating in one of these swinger parties. How did I get to this point?

"Do you have any more questions?" Mom finally asked, jolting me out of my own thoughts.

"Dad, you mentioned a vetting process for new members. Tell me more about that" I said.

"We decided that as the group grew, we would only accept married couples." Dad answered. "This keeps the number of men and women even, and as people are in stable relationships, it reduced turnover and minimized the number to be vetted. We only wanted people with outgoing personalities, and people more concerned about their partner's pleasure than their own. We don't want anyone focused only on their own needs. And definitely no perverts. An early decision was that for a couple to join, they had to be recommend by a sponsor - another couple that was already a member of our group. It was expected that the sponsors had already played with this new couple and could vouch for them. We still got a few weirdos that didn't fit well, so we added an 'interview' process. Now the candidate couple must be interviewed by three other member couples, one at a time. These interviews usually include a dinner out, and if things look good, then a foursome session in bed. The females don't have to play with other females, but that is preferred. To gain membership, all three interviewing couples must approve."

"One of the things we really have to watch for..." Mom added. "are couples where the male has forced the female to do this, mostly for his own pleasure. It's fairly easy to spot reluctant women. And these couples are quickly rejected."

I was becoming quite interested in this vetting process, primarily how it resulted in a group of people that got along so very well. I was still curious.

"Have you two done any of these interviews? Were you doing these before I left to go off to college?" I asked. Mom and Dad appeared pleased that I was still asking questions and interested in their swinger group. Maybe they took this as acceptance of their lifestyle on my part.

"Oh yes!" Mom responded. "We used to meet the candidate couple for dinner at a restaurant. If things looked promising, we then went to a hotel room. Often we were home before midnight, just as if we had been out with friends. When you were off at college, we had the option to bring the new couple home, but we seldom did that. If the couple was someone we didn't already know, we didn't want to let them know where we lived. About half the time the new couple was someone we already knew through common friends, but outside of the Lifestyle. If dinner went well, we might invite them back to our home for the rest of the interview."

The more I learned, the more questions I had. Obviously my parents were fine with our discussion, unlike any prior discussion we had ever had. This may have been our first real adult conversation, and I thought it was going quite well. I was actually surprised that I was becoming quite comfortable discussing their sex life.

"You have talked a lot about couples. Mr. Barton told me that Julie had joined the group. Isn't she single?" I asked yet another question.

"Singles have been a hot topic of discussion for many years." Dad began. "Very, very early it became obvious that single men wanted to join so as to have sex with several women, mostly selfishly for their own pleasure. We didn't want that. And some men wanted to join and bring a date. Again, that wasn't going to work."

"Single women are a different thing." Mom paused before she continued, carefully planning her words. "Women are capable of having more sex in an evening that are men. Just basic differences between men and women. So one might think that you need more men to partner with the women. We discovered actually the opposite. While women can have more sexual encounters, they don't always want a cock and, shall I say, the male enthusiasm attached to each cock. Women appreciate, and look for, other female lovers. So, having a few more women than men actually works out best. But finding suitable single females is very difficult. We call them unicorns, because they are so rare. So for many years, we only invited married couples as new members. And that has worked quite well."

"But what about Julie?" I reminded mom of my question.

"I was getting there. It's complicated." Mom continued. "So our group was open to having single women, just didn't have a source for unicorns. We also wrestled with how we handle our children as they grow in adulthood. Do we allow our children to join the group? Do we wait until they are married? When do we tell them about our Lifestyle? While your father and I had settled on waiting until you were twenty-one, Jim and Mary had taken another approach, and as Julie was the oldest of all our children, she was a pioneer in the process. Jim and Mary educated Julie about our group when she was twenty years old. Then they raised the question in our group about Julie joining. We decided to allow her to join, as a test case. She did have to go through interviews with three couples. And it has worked very well."

"Amber," my father once again addressed me by my name. I knew he had something important to say. "Your mother and I have watched very closely this experiment with Julie. It appears to have worked out very well for Julie, and for our group. But we had already decided to wait until you were twenty-one to discuss this with you. Now, here we are."

It dawned on me that maybe they had guided our conversation this way. Was it possible that they might ask if I wanted to join their swingers group? Was I ready for that question? I felt a tingle all over my body. I wasn't sure if it was excitement, anticipation, or fear. I felt like I wanted to run and hide. I needed time to think this through. But they were trying to be adults and expected me to be an adult. I needed to divert this conversation.

"That is all very interesting. Thank you for being so forthcoming and explaining that." I said, then changed the conversation back to last night.

"May I ask a more personal question about last night?" I asked.

Both my parents nodded in the affirmative.

"How much sex did each of you have last night? Was it typical?" I asked.

"I had sex five times last night. Pretty good for a middle aged male, if I may say." Dad responded. "And fairly typical for me at these parties."

Mom looked very embarrassed.

"Please don't judge me poorly." mom began. "You know I've always told you that a party host should ensure that each of the guest is having a good time."

My eyes went wide open as I stared at mom. I think my mouth was hanging open as well.

"I'm certain that I had sex with every male guest, and several of the women." she admitted.

"How . . . how many . . . how many was that?" I stammered out.

"We invited twenty couples, but I believe that only eighteen showed up. So I'll say eighteen men and maybe six women." mom replied.

I was blown away. My mother had sex with so many men and women in one evening. I had witnessed some of that, but I had no idea the total was that high.

"I have to admit I saw some of that. But I didn't see anyone using condoms. What's with that?" I asked. My parents had always drilled into me to have protected sex so I wouldn't get pregnant and wouldn't catch any diseases.

"As we mentioned earlier, it is a tight group." Mom explained. "Everyone gets tested frequently, and most, if not all the members only have sex outside of their marriage with other group members. We do have some females that insist upon condoms, and the men must agree, or they break the rules. And you know what that means. We also have a few men that choose to use condoms for their own personal reasons."

"So there is a lot of male with female sex, either one-on-one or in groups." I began another question. "And I witnessed some girl-girl action. Are bi-sexual men allowed?"

"To be honest," dad fielded this question, "it would be hypocritical of us to ban gay sex between two men. That being said, I don't know that we have any bi-sexual or gay men. And if we do, I'm not aware there has ever been any gay sex between two men at our parties. The bedrooms are the play areas, and there is an open door/closed door policy. Open door means spectators are allowed. Closed door means stay out until someone from inside opens the door. Not always sure what happens behind closed doors. And sometimes people prefer to do, whatever they do, in private. No questions asked."

I thought I had asked all my questions. I pondered whether to raise the issue of whether I would be allowed, or encouraged, to join their group as Julie had done. I just wasn't sure I was ready for that discussion.

We sat in silence for several moments. I thought of one, easy question.

"Is Julie the only single female in your group?" I asked.

"She's the only one to attend a party." dad replied.

I thought it odd that he gave this qualified response to a simple yes/no question. I chose to not follow-up on that.

We sat in silence a bit longer.

"Any more questions, Honey?" mom asked, sounding like the mother I knew and loved.

I swallowed, hard. I had to ask, as this would likely be the best opportunity.

"Earlier you described the vetting process, and went into detail about how Julie joined the group." I began. "You even went into detail about why you decided to wait until now to tell me all these things. Do you want me to join your group? Would you allow me to join your group?"

"Do you want to join our group?" mom asked quietly.

There it was, the question I feared. My body began to tremble. My eyes began to tear-up.

"This is all so much to absorb. I just don't know." I started to ramble, unloading my thoughts. "A day ago I never would have imagined that we would be having this conversation. First to learn of your secrets, and then to have you both be so open and forthcoming in discussing your sex life. I don't know what you wanted or intended today. I don't know what I want. This has been a mind-blowing experience. I'm in a new world, never to return to my old world. I admit it is erotic sounding. My body has tingled in excitement, anticipation, or fear. I don't know. I don't know. I don't know."

I stopped repeating myself.

Mom reached across the table and took my hands in her hands.

"Honey, I think you need to talk with someone else, someone your own age, about this." mom encouraged me. "I suggest you talk with Samantha about this. I even expect that after this morning, she is expecting to hear from you."

"Thank you." I whispered weakly.

We all stood and had a group hug. I felt more loved than I could remember.

- - - - -

I sent Sam a text message. "need you"

Samantha responded, as mom had predicted. "be right over"

I replied. "thanx"

First I needed a shower, which I quickly took. Soon I was in my room getting dressed. I heard the doorbell ring, followed by mom telling Sam that I was in my room. She should go on up. A few moments later, Sam was entering my room.

"Hey Amber." Sam said as she walked in.

"Hey Sam." I replied as we gave each other a big hug which we held much longer than usual.

As we sat down on the edge of my bed, Sam spoke first.

"I think I know all the things your parents told you today." she began. "It's a lot to take in and process."

"They had this whole secret sex life that I knew nothing about." I replied. "I still find it so hard to believe. I probably wouldn't even believe it except for what I saw last night. It was like a different world, everyone naked and so much public sex."

"I remember how I felt when I had this discussion. I felt lost for days." Samantha said.

"What? Lost for days? I don't understand. Didn't you just have the same discussion with your parents that I had with mine?" I asked, completely bewildered.

Samantha took my hands in her hands.

"Please forgive me. I had to keep this a secret, even from you, especially from you, for the past couple of months." Samantha began. "I had 'The Talk' with my parents when I turned twenty-one. I've known about the swingers group since then. They made me promise to not tell you anything, until it was time. Otherwise I would be breaking the rules, and I suspect your parents told you what happens when a member breaks the rules."

"But you're not a member." I challenged Sam.

She just stared back at me and then smiled.

"OH MY GOD! You've joined the group? You're a member?" I blurted out. The surprises kept coming. I couldn't believe it.

"It's not official." Sam began to explain. "I've passed all the interviews. I just need to be officially voted in. Maybe that happened last night."

"That's what dad meant!" I said, more to myself. I remembered what dad had replied when I asked if Julie was the only single member. He must have known that Samantha was about to become a member.

"What?" asked Sam.

"Oh, earlier I asked my parents if Julie was the only member who was single. Instead of answering just yes or no, Dad said 'She's the only one to attend a party.' which I guess implied there was another single member. I think he meant you."

"I haven't heard if I was accepted or not." Sam said.

"But you decided to join?" My question was rhetorical. "Was it a difficult decision?"

"I'm sure that my situation is different from yours." Sam began. She took a deep breath of air. "More secrets to reveal. I've been having sex with my father since my 18th birthday."

"OH MY FUCKING GOD! NO WAY!" I exclaimed loud enough my parents likely heard me.

"My parents have long talked to me about other norms for sexual behavior, not just the strict rules of our society. But they hadn't told me about the swingers group. I knew that one of my 18th birthday 'gifts' from my father would be to have sex with him. I long had a crush on him and was eager for the opportunity. Mom had told me many times what a wonderful and sensitive lover he was. And she was absolutely right. However we only had sex once a year, on my birthday."

"WOW!" was all I could say.

"There's more." Sam continued. "Last night I told you that I suspected that mom was having sex with other women, specifically at her Book Club meetings, and possibly when she was sunbathing with your mom at your pool. Sometime after my 18th birthday, I confronted her about that. She admitted it was true, and that dad knew about her activities. She went into great details about the pleasures of making love with another female. If you remember, that was about the time that you and I got intimate. You weren't my only female lover. I was also occasionally having sex with my mom. In one way it was like having sex lessons. In another way, I knew I was having sex with my mother."

I was shaking. This was all too incredible to hear.

"In some ways, it made what came next much easier." Sam continued. "When I turned twenty-one, mom and dad told me about the swingers group. I wasn't that surprised. I knew they were very liberal and open-mined about sex. We had the long talk, I would guess similar to what you had today. I wasn't sure if they wanted me to join, or were encouraging me to join, or didn't want me to join. They had given me a neutral, matter-of-fact type presentation about the group, but definitely told me that it was right for them. They have an incredible time at the parties and socialize with many great friends. And, they mentioned, the sex is fantastic. But it was my decision. I wanted to discuss this with you, but I learned that would be breaking the rules and I would be banned for life. So I couldn't even mention it to you. But now that your parents have told you, we are free to discuss it."

I was still shaking. This was becoming more real, in a different way.

"What about the interview process?" I asked.

"I guess you know the basics about having a sponsor, and three interviews." Sam explained. "If you are considering joining, the first step may be difficult for you."

"How so?" I interrupted.

"For a couple to be your sponsor, they first have to have sex with you." Sam said in a flat voice. "Normally a new candidate can be sponsored by any existing member couple. But because of Julie as the pioneer, they established a rule that single, children of members must be sponsored by their parents. Hence, you must have sex with your parents.

"OH MY GOD! Sex with my own parents? Mom and Dad had explained the process, but I never internalized it to my situation." I exclaimed.

"Calm down. Calm down." Sam held me as she tried to calm me down. "Your parents are fabulous lovers. If you want this, you will discover sex with them is an incredible experience."

"WHAT!!" I couldn't contain myself. "You had sex with my parents? When? Where?"

"Calm down and I'll tell you." Sam tried again to calm me down. "Fred and Scarlet were my third interview. It happened a couple of week ago. I came home from college one weekend when you stayed on campus. They had me over for a wonderful dinner that Saturday night, we had a great discussion about how school was going, about my friends, and about my lovers. I didn't tell them about you and me, but I suspected they already knew about us. After diner and our discussion, they took me to their bedroom and we made wonderful love all night. I didn't leave until after sunrise Sunday morning. I'm glad dad was driving me back to school, as I slept the whole way."

I sat there staring at Sam. When I thought there couldn't be more surprises, she had a load of them for me.

"Your mom is an incredible lover, so sensitive and caring." Sam continued. "She taught me some new techniques for making love to another woman. And she gave me so many orgasms. I was pleased with myself that I was able to return the favor and gave her several orgasms as well."

Sam paused, and in a moment of comic relief, she used her finger to push up my chin and close my gapping open mouth.

"But your father was even more incredible." Sam explained. "Not only does he have a perfect sized and shaped penis, but he knows how to use it in ways I have never experienced before. He is capable of prolong sex for half an hour or longer. I had my first orgasm about ten minutes in, and that was probably longer than usual as I was nervous about having sex with him. In a few minutes I had another orgasm, then another and another. They kept coming in waves until it was essentially a continuous orgasm. My mind wandered into a sexual ecstasy dream world when all I could feel were the orgasms washing through me. He kept this up for an half hour and only stopped when it appeared that I was about to black out completely."

I could feel my pussy tingling again.

"To be honest." I began, "I've had a crush on my father for many years, even fantasies of having sex with him. And more recently, seeing my mother sunbathe nude, has me having fantasies about her as well. Maybe having sex with them is not that crazy an idea."

Samantha leaned forward and gave me another hug. It felt so good to have her holding me. She had always been there for me when I needed her, as a friend, as a confidant, as a lover.

"It's a lot to take in, isn't it?" Sam whispered in my ear. "You don't have to make any decisions, one way or another, by any deadline. There are no right or wrong choices, just do whatever you want, whatever makes you feel good. And I'll be here to listen to you and discuss any of this."

Her words were so comforting. But all this talk about sex simply for the pleasure of sex had left a burning desire deep within me. I still had a growing tingle in my pussy.

"Make love to me." I whispered back into Samantha's ear.

Sam responded by beginning to undress me and herself.

Soon we were naked and under the covers of my bed. We were snuggled together, gently kissing and touching each other. My pussy was on fire and dripping wet. I had quickly become consumed with sexual desire. So many images in my head of people enjoying sex.

Samantha could read me. She always could. She pushed me onto my back and moved down between my legs. She kissed my stomach, my hips, my thighs. Then she took little licks along the insides of my thighs which sent shivers through my body. She kissed my mons and then kissed my pussy lips. A jolt of excitement raced through my body. I gently pressed her head down into my crotch, not that I needed to guide her. She knew exactly what I wanted, what I needed.

Samantha began licking my pussy lips, which were already swollen and wet.

She moaned and said "You taste wonderful." I moaned in response.

Soon her licking became more intense, her tongue pressing deeper between my lower lips and then up over my sensitive clit.

"Ohhhhhh." I moaned.

She pressed her tongue flat on my clit and rubbed up and down while she slid two fingers inside my vagina, then curled them up to rub my G-spot.

"OHHHHHHH!" My moans became louder.

It was only a matter of moments before my body began to shudder as my orgasm rolled through me. She held tight onto my thighs and kept her tongue moving over my ever so sensitive clit.

"OH! OH! OH!" I continued to moan in short bursts between gasps for air.

"STOP!" I insisted as I pushed her head away from my love button. "Hold me! Hug me!" I implored.

Samantha moved up on top of me and gave me a big hug and a deep passionate kiss. I could taste my own pussy juices all over her mouth. Indeed I did taste wonderful. We hugged and kissed for what seemed like hours.

I fell asleep in her arms.

- - - - -

I didn't awake until nearly 9 AM the next morning. Samantha was still there with me. Her body next to mine felt wonderful.

I noticed that we hadn't even closed the bedroom door since Samantha had come to visit me.

'Open door policy.' I joked to myself.

I was aware that even though I had soundly slept all night, my brain had been in full dream mode, processing all that I had witnessed and discussed with my parents and with Samantha. The ending of my dream was the most vivid. I was having sex with my father, and then with my mother. And it was fabulous. I knew that since I became aware of sex as a teen, I had a sexual crush on my father. More recently I had developed different, but good feelings about my mom. It was immediately clear what my decision would be.

I nudged Sam and she opened her eyes, a loving expression on her face.

"What is it, lover?" she asked.

"I've made my decision." I replied. "Come with me as I find my parents."

Hand-in-hand, and totally naked we made our way down the stairs, and down the hallway to my parent's room. They too, had their bedroom door open. I looked in and could see them sitting up in bed, as if waiting for us, waiting for me.

"May we come in?" I asked, knowing I shouldn't enter without their permission. They still were my parents and this was their bedroom.

"Please join us." replied my mother.

Doing something I hadn't done since I was a little girl, I climbed onto the middle of the bed, and got under the covers between my parents. They too were both naked. Sam chose to sit on the foot of the bed.

"With Sam's help, I've reached a decision." I announced. Sam looked at the three of us and shrugged her shoulders, as if totally unaware of my thoughts and decision.

"And . . .?" My mother said, again in that familiar, loving, tone of voice.

"I've processed everything I learned the past 36 hours." I began. "I thought about it all night long. The only choice is clearly obvious to me. I've decided I want to join your Swingers Group. I want you, my loving parents, to be my sponsors. I understand that means that I must first make love with both of you, before you recommend me to any others for an interview."

I let that set in with everyone. Before anyone else could speak, I continued.

"Sam described what an incredible experience she had when you two interviewed her. I hope I can have nearly the experience she had. I have all day with nothing else to do. I hope your calendars are also free. And if it is alright with you, I think Samantha should stay and join us for what should be a most memorable day."

I turned towards my father and gave him my best, open mouth, full tongue, passionate kiss while I found his cock and wrapped my hand around it. Without breaking our kiss, we all pushed down the covers, which Samantha helped pull away. Mother opened her arms, reaching out to Samantha who quickly embraced my mom and kissed her.

"Baby, are you sure you want to do this?" asked my father in a loving, concerned voice.

"I've had a crush on you for years. More recently I've dreamed sexual fantasies involving you and me." I replied. "Yes, Daddy, I want to make love with you and mother, right here, right now."

We kissed some more, all the while I was holding his cock. It really was a nice sized cock. My pussy was tingling in anticipation that this cock would soon be inside me. My father reached between my legs and touched my pussy.

"You're dripping wet!" he exclaimed in a hushed voice.

"Just for you, Daddy." I replied. The tingle of excitement increased significantly and flooded my entire body.

My father rolled me over onto my back and moved into position between my legs. I raised my bent knees and spread them wide open for him. Holding his cock, he put the head at my opening.

"You have a beautiful pussy, Amber, just like your mother's." he said as he began to push his cock into me.

The feeling of my father's cock entering my pussy was one of the best experiences of my life.

I glanced to the side. Samantha and mother had been making out, kissing and caressing each other. As I watched, they moved into a '69' position with mother on top. Both were moaning and soon I could hear slurping noises as tongues licked wet pussies.

Dad was carefully pumping his cock into my pussy. Slow, short strokes, entering me a bit deeper each time. He was staring down at me with a look I hadn't seen from him before. It was a combination of love and lust. He wanted me, and I wanted him.

I decided to play the slutty little daughter role, hoping to excite him more.

"Fuck me Daddy. Fuck your little baby." I said in my little girl voice.

"I don't want to hurt you." He said.

"I won't break and I think I can handle all that beautiful cock of yours." I said back lustfully. "Give it to me, Daddy. Shove your hard cock all the way into your little girl's tight pussy."

With that instruction, he became more aggressive and soon had his cock fully inside me.

"Oh, Daddy! That feels so good!" I exclaimed as I wrapped my ankles around his buttocks.

Dad continued pumping his cock in and out, gently at first and then slowly gaining speed. I glanced back at mom and Sam. Mother had pulled her head back from Sam's crotch and was watching dad and me. We made eye contact and she smiled at me. I smiled back. She reached out her hand and gave my hand a gentle squeeze. I could feel the love from both my parents.

Mom returned her attention to Sam's pussy and I looked back at my father. He had been watching the interaction I had with mom. He smiled at me as he continued to pick up the pace, thrusting his beautiful cock into me. It all felt so wonderful.

We all continued like this for several minutes. I could hear mom and Sam licking and moaning together. I too was moaning, and my father was grunting as he continued to fuck me. I could feel the tingle in my pussy turning into an ache, which was turning into a severe throbbing. I knew my orgasm was coming soon. Dad could read the expressions on my face and he smiled at me, and at his achievements.

Samantha was the first to orgasm. I could hear her muffled cries, as mom's pussy was still planted on Sam's face. I reached out and held Sam's hand as her orgasm continued. Mom raised her head again.

"Damn Girl! You sure get wet when you cum." mom said before diving back in to lick up Sam's fluids. I was very familiar with what mom was facing, as I had licked Sam's wet pussy several times before. Sam was squeezing my hand as her orgasm continued.

"Our baby girl is also very wet." Dad chimed in. "And she hasn't even orgasmed yet."

I was aware that I was really wet. I could feel it, and I could hear the squishy sounds as dad's cock pumped in and out of me.

"Do you like my wet pussy Daddy? Do you like fucking your little baby girl?" I continued to tease him. "Fuck me Daddy. Fuck me really hard."

My father moved his arms under my thighs and rolled my legs up over my head, and spread wide apart. He moved up over me and began thrusting his cock down into me with great gusto. I moaned even louder.

My mother began to orgasm.

"Oh my god! OH MY GOD!" she cried out as her body began thrashing about on top of Samantha. Sam was holding on as tight as she could, continuing to eat my mother's cunt.

My own orgasm began, but not like a tidal wave suddenly crashing on shore. It was more like a rising tide that finally reaches a tipping point. I felt a surge of heat flowing out of my crotch and through my body. I could feel my vaginal muscles clenching my father's cock. And he could feel it also.

"Damn! What a grip!" he said as he paused a moment and stared down into my eyes. "That's a tight pussy you have there."

My orgasm had me frozen a moment, but I tried to smile back at him. The moment my orgasm receded a bit, and my grip on his cock lessened, he began fucking me again.

"Oh Fuck Daddy! That feels really good." I said to encourage him on.

Soon the tide of erotic sensations rose again inside me and I began another orgasm. This time Dad did not stop and he kept pumping into me. My head fell back and my eyes rolled up in my head. This ongoing orgasm took complete control of me and I floated in it.

My father kept thrusting his cock fully into me for five, maybe ten minutes. I could only moan and lay there while all this happen to me. I was barely aware that Mom and Sam had disengaged and were now spectators to my ongoing orgasm.

"Is it time to switch?" I heard my mother's voice.

Almost immediately my father slowed down and then stopped completely. We rested a moment. Finally I fully opened my eyes and he withdrew his still hard cock. 'God, what stamina he has.' I thought to myself. Then I remembered what Sam had told me about having sex with my father.

My parents switched places. Dad moved between Sam's legs and soon had that magnificent cock fully buried into her pussy. Mother laid down next to me, cuddled me, and kissed me. I could taste Sam's sweet fluids on my mother's mouth. It was delightful.

Throughout my life I had kissed my mother zilllions of times. But never like this. This was our first open mouth, tongues engaged, full of passion, kiss. This was not a kiss of mother and child, but a kiss of two hot lovers. And I loved it.

"Ready for more?" my mom asked, not in the familiar voice of my mother, but in the voice of a newly-found lover.

I looked up lovingly into her eyes, smiled, and nodded my head. "I'm ready, mother."

"It's time you start calling me Scarlet." she told me as she moved her body around above mine into a '69' position. My body tingled in a special anticipation. I was about to eat my mother's pussy and she was about to eat my pussy. The thought was overwhelming.

But no sooner had I began to contemplate the situation when my mother's pussy was pressed against my mouth. I quickly was licking her soft, wet lips while I could feel her doing the same to me. She tasted different than Samantha, but delightful in her own way. I wanted to please her greatly and bring her to another orgasm. I wanted to drink her fluids. But keeping my concentration focused on her pussy was difficult as her talented tongue was working magic on my own pussy. I sensed we were in a competition to give the other the first orgasm.

"Your father is right. You do have a beautiful pussy. And so very delicious." Scarlet told me in a momentary pause. She then resumed her oral magic upon my pussy.

"As is yours, Scarlet." I mumbled out between licks of her lower lips.

We continued to pleasure each other. Somehow the exchange of words had changed our interactions. It no longer felt like a race, but a mutual pleasure-giving exchange. We settled into a comfortable pace of eating the other's pussy.

Dad and Samantha had a different approach. They were now fucking full on, very physical, and very noisy.

"Fuck me! Fuck me! FUCK ME!" implored Samantha.

Dad was giving her the best he had. His cock was thrusting into her with great vigor. He was grunting and breathing deeply. Within minutes she was having a powerful orgasm.

"OH FUCK! I'M CUMMING!" Sam screamed while thrashing about on the bed.

Dad continued thrusting into her a few moments and then she shoved him away.

"Enough! Enough!" Sam cried out while she disengaged from my father.

I continued to eat my mother's pussy as she continued eating mine. I hoped she was enjoying this as much as I was. While I felt in no hurry to conclude this, I could sense another rise of that orgasm tide inside me. But as I concentrated more on the pussy I was licking, I could keep that rising tide at bay.

As my mother's thighs were against both sides of my face, I could not see what was happening between dad and Sam. I sensed they had moved, possibly they were watching me and mom. then I heard my dad moan.

"Of that feels so good, Samantha." he said. "Please don't stop. You're a fantastic cock-sucker."

'Cock-sucker?' I thought. She must be cleaning his cock, licking and sucking it.

"And you taste so good." I heard Sam say.

"That is mostly your own fluids, and some of Amber's" dad replied.

I tried to stay focused on licking Scarlet's pussy, apparently with some success. Soon I could feel mom's body tense up as she had another orgasm. Her fluids flowed much more freely, filling my mouth and covering my cheeks. The eroticism of experiencing her orgasm in such an intimate way, triggered my own orgasm. Again not a crashing wave, but a rising tide.

It felt wonderful. I was in complete bliss.

After a few moments, our orgasms receded. Mom rose off of me and we laid together resting. My face was covered in her fluids. I felt so decadent, and I loved it.

Sam and my father were sitting on the other side of the bed. She had completed cleaning his cock, which was still hard and erect.

"Love," Mom was speaking to Dad, "We've all had multiple orgasms and you still haven't had one."

"I'm not complaining." he replied with a grin. "I've fucked two of the finest pussies I know."

"But you deserve to have a great orgasm." Mom replied. "I've experienced your orgasms, many times, as has Sam on a recent occasion. I think it's time for Amber to experience your cock ejaculating."

Mom turned to me. "Are you up for the best fuck of your life?"

My pussy already had several very good orgasms. It ached, in a good way. But, the 'best fuck of my life'? Really? I felt I couldn't pass this up. I smiled and nodded my head.

I was moved to the center of the bed. Legs spread wide open, knees bent upward.

"You are on the Pill, right?" Mom asked. "This is best experienced bareback. He cums like a fire hose."

I nodded again. Dad moved into position between my legs. Mom and Sam sat to the side as spectators.

Dad brought the head of his dick to my slit, and pushed in. In three quick strokes he was fully inside me. He filled me and it felt fantastic.

"Hang with me baby." Dad said as he began sliding in and out of me. He increased the tempo much faster than the previous time he fucked me. Quickly he was thrusting into my hole as fast, hard, and deep as he could.

My pussy exploded in pleasure, not yet an orgasm, but intense pleasure filled my body.

Dad kept fucking me hard.

I could see that Sam was sitting beside me, rubbing her own pussy. I touched her leg and when she looked at me, I licked my lips and extended my tongue. She knew what this meant.

"Really? Now?" she asked.

"Yes, now. I need you." I replied.

Sam looked at my father who nodded. He must have guesses our signals.

Samantha rose up and straddled my head, facing away from my father, and then lowered her pussy onto my face.

Dad picked up my legs and used the better leverage to fuck me even harder and deeper. Samantha was rocking back and forth on my face, grinding her pussy on my mouth. I tried the best I could to lick her swollen clit. I felt a mouth on my tit and knew it must be mom's. Then I felt her fingers strumming my clit as dad continued to fuck me from an upright position.

I was on sensory overload. My body was trembling uncontrollably. Another orgasm arose inside me. My pussy clenched around Dad's cock, but he kept banging away into my cunt. He was driven to his own orgasm.

I bit down on Sam's clit and she orgasmed. She screamed and flooded my mouth with her fluids. Her body shook like crazy.

Mom bit down on my nipple and pinched my clit. I had another orgasm, a very powerful one. This one was a tidal wave crashing inside me. I screamed into Sam's pussy.

Dad was thrusting his hard cock into me even faster and deeper. I felt incredible pain and pleasure. I sensed I was about to lose it all.

And then he came. Dad's cock swelled up even larger inside me and began jetting his hot cum deep inside me. I could feel each hot squirt, like a fire hose.

"OH FUCKING GOD!" dad screamed as he kept shooting cum into me.

I shoved Sam off my face so I could breath. I was gasping for air, my body was shaking uncontrollably while the tidal waves of my orgasm crashed inside me again, and again, and again. I had never before in my life experienced anything close to this.

Mom had also backed away, leaving only Dad with his cock still inside me, as I lay trembling on the bed.

I couldn't control the trembling, nor the intense aching in my pussy, nor the waves of my orgasm which continued to crash through me. I just closed my eyes and hoped this would all pass soon enough.

Dad carefully pulled out of me and moved next to mom. I opened one eye to see her go down on dad, sucking his cock which was covered in his cum and my fluids. I could feel my pussy, gaping open and leaking a large amount of fluids out onto the bed. Samantha saw this, moved between my legs and gently licked up the fluids as they flowed out of me. She was careful to not touch my clit.

I laid back and closed my eyes, allowing the orgasm to slowly recede. I could feel Samantha gently cleaning me. I could hear the licks and sucks as mom cleaned dad's cock.

I thought about what an incredible sexual experience I just had. And I wondered if this was a foretelling of what I might experience as part of the swingers group. Could I handle such extreme sensations on a regular basis?

Mother leaned over me and gave me an open mouth kiss. A sizable amount of fluids, a mixture of Dad's cum and my own cum, flowed out of her mouth into my mouth. A shiver raced down my spine. My eyes flashed open and looked into my mother's eyes.

"If not already, you will come to love this." she said, reverting back to her familiar loving voice.

"Love it already." I replied with a smile as I swallowed the mixture.

Mom settled in next to me on one side and Samantha cuddled against me on the other side. I felt incredibly loved, and very well fucked.

Dad got up to fetch bottles of water for each of us.

Soon we were all sitting upright on the bed, sipping our water and recovering from a fantastic sexual encounter.

"That was an incredible experience." I said. "I never could have imagined such powerful sex, and especially not with my parents. I love you so much. Thank you."

"I told you they were incredible lovers." Samantha said with a smirk on her face.

"I'm already convinced that joining the Swingers Group is the best decision ever." I remarked.

"We didn't want to force your decision one way or another." Dad added. "You had to come to this decision on your own."

"However," mom began, "We anticipated this decision. Last night after you and Sam fell asleep, we called her parents, first to let them know that Sam would be spending the night here. And second to ask if they would do your first interview. They are very excited, and can do it anytime, even tonight if you like."

"Oh God. Not tonight. My pussy couldn't take that." I replied. "Maybe give me a few days."

I turned towards Sam. "And I would hope you could be with me again."

Sam smiled and nodded, rather excitedly.

"I think Mike and Sally would agree to that." Mom replied. "And we will contact Jim and Mary to be your second interview, if you like. And maybe Richard and Bambi for your third."

"You know," Dad jumped into the conversation, "Our next Swinger's Party will be at the Bartons' home in about a month. We could have two new members to welcome into the group by then. Wouldn't that be a lot of fun."

Everyone nodded and agreed.

- - - - -

My pussy tingled. It appeared that the amount of sex, and the frequency of sex would be increasing for me in the near future. I was very excited by my decision.

And to think the past 48 hours had all happened because I came home from college a few days early.

It had been a most incredible weekend.