Surprise! My Parents are Swingers

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.

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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."