Before your father and I were married, we fucked like horny rabbits. We didn't have a place of our own, but your father had this 1960 Pontiac Bonneville with a back seat as big as a queen-sized bed. We'd be out parking in that thing nearly every night. The springs and shocks on that car got such a workout I was afraid they'd break. We had to be careful. Back then, the pill was just being invented and had barely starting to come out on the market. A lot of people were skeptical and didn't really trust them. We continued to rely totally on rubbers. OK, now days they like to use that fancy word, condom. Back then, they were just rubbers.
Things were not like today. You couldn't find them hanging on the shelves in drug stores. You had to go back and ask the pharmacist for them face to face. Some of those wise asses would practically want to see a marriage license before they sold them to you. Some loved to mess with people heads to make them feel like perverts or sluts for wanting them. This state was so much influenced by the Catholic church that the legislature passed a law that said they couldn't be sold for birth control. They had to be labeled 'Sold for the Prevention of Disease Only'. What a joke. God forbid that people had sex for any reason other than to have babies. Often, to avoid the fisheye from some of the druggists, you'd go to gas stations and bars where they had vending machines for them. Even the vending machines had to be labeled with the 'For the Prevention of Disease' bull crap.
But we were careful, and we were lucky that none broke or slipped off. Still after we finally got married, it was no time before I got pregnant. It was so soon that a lot of people wondered if the wedding wasn't with a shotgun at your father's back. Not so. It was all legit. We were happy, but we still fucked like rabbits till they nearly took me to the hospital. Whenever we couldn't fuck for one reason or another, there were other ways to keep your father's horns trimmed."
"MA!" I protested. "Too much information. So big deal, you and dad were sex crazy when you were young. Nothing wrong with that. You weren't any different from most people that age. That doesn't say there's some sort of 'sangue caldo' curse in the family that has you making crazy assumptions about me and Maria."
"Oh, there's more, dear son of mine," my mother countered. "Again, I never thought any of this would ever come out to you two, but you may as well know the full story if you're ever going to heed anything I say.
All was well for about 4-5 years. Unfortunately, what had been a very open active sex life with your father started turning boring and lifeless. It happens to a lot of couples. From what I hear, it's pretty common when you hit that 7-9 year point in a marriage. We tried a lot of the stuff people do including little games and toys. You know, the blindfolds and the handcuffs and the silly wigs to pretend your somebody else."
"Ma," I protested again seeing Maria try to hide her smile behind her hand. "Too much information again. Do we really need to hear this?"
"Yes, you do," my mother insisted. "We've started down this road and we're going to keep on till we get where I know we need to be.
Anyway, we finally realized that plastic toys and pretending to be other people wasn't really going to kick start us the way we wanted. We both concluded that the only thing that would really work was to actually share some time with other people. Yes, I know you're probably shocked, but everyday ordinary people,
parents included, indeed have those kinds of thoughts and desires."
Maria and I looked at each other but said nothing. We both realized that the best thing was to just listen and keep our mouths shut.
My mom continued. "OK, so we agreed that we needed to bring some other people to our bed, but we really didn't know how. Back then there was no internet to make contacts. There were those magazines for died in the wool swingers, but your father and I didn't see ourselves that way. We didn't want to be bed hopping with strangers. Even though we didn't have the concern for all these STD's around today, it was still an issue. I guess there was all sorts of VD, as we called it then, but the biggest thing we knew about was syphilis and the clap. Things like HIV, herpes, HPV and all that stuff they talk about today weren't even heard of, at least not by most people we knew. I guess they were around, but nobody talked about it.
Then we sort of got lucky. Your father worked with this guy named Tom. They used to go bowling together and they played cards with a few other guys. Tom used to have these 'smoker films' as we called them back then. VCR's were expensive and not widely used in the general public. However, some guys used to have these 8 mm silent films of people doing stuff. You know, all sorts of sex stuff that people seem to take as average and ordinary now days seemed taboo. Sometimes, Tom used to bring them to those card games. Your father told me about them, and I was fascinated even though I had never actually seen any myself. Women then just didn't talk about that stuff. Your father borrowed a few to show me, and I was flabbergasted. I had been a sheltered person growing up. My mom didn't tell me about much other than the ordinary things.
So, your father and Tom got to talking, and found out that Tom and his wife Joan were sort of going through the same doldrums in their marriage that we were. They had more or less been through the same fantasy games that we had and had come to the same conclusion. They were considering mixing it up with other people. Of course, your father and Tom knew each other through work, but Joan and I had never even met. Without saying anything to us about their little discussions, the guys decided that the four of us should go out a few times innocently to get to know each other. You know, things like going to the movies or out to dinner. It would give us all a chance to see how we got along and if we had any chemistry beyond just a movie or having dinner. After a couple of months, it was obvious to all of us that we had a mutual attraction that went beyond a casual friendship. We were very much on the same wavelength with at least two of the big three pillars of compatibility.... politics and religion. We hadn't really all talked much about sex.
One night your father suggested to me that perhaps the four of us could get to know each other even better, way better. At the same time, I guess Tom was having a similar discussion with Joan. It didn't take too much to convince me. Apparently, it didn't take much for Tom to convince Joan that we should try a bit of swapping."
"Good Lord, Mom," I interjected even though I was pretty sure where this story was going. "Are you going to tell me that you and dad were swinging with this other couple."
"We really didn't think of it as swinging," my mom answered. "It wasn't like we were messing around with strangers. It was obvious that we all shared a special closeness and that it was easy to see how we could be comfortable sharing our bodies. I mean we all found each other attractive, and I'm not ashamed to admit that I had fantasies about Tom. Joan confided in me that she felt the same way about your father."
"So, what happened next?" Maria asked. "Did you all just have some sort of sex party together."
My mom laughed and then answered. "Not at first. None of us were exactly that brave. We had some long talks before we jumped into the pool, so to speak. We wanted to have ground rules that none of us was going to try to take over or try to push anybody into something they didn't feel comfortable with. We didn't exactly start out as raging kinksters. The first time, we just swapped, if that's the word, and went to separate motel rooms for rather ordinary sex. I mean, we weren't sure how to handle going to either of our houses. We had you, my dear Dino, as well as your sister to think about. As parents, Tom and Joan were in the same boat. Later on, we figured out how to deal with you guys. Besides, the separate motel rooms seemed good since none of us knew how we would handle having sex in the presence of each other. We thought maybe it would be inhibiting and perhaps cause some performance problems, if you know what I mean. We didn't know if jealousy, or anger might come into play. We just didn't know how we were all going to handle it. We were in unknown territory. We had committed to do it, but we felt that it would be best for all of us to have some privacy, if that's the appropriate term. We started out in the motel bar having a few drinks, then went to our separate rooms. We agreed to meet back in the bar in two hours to see how our experiment went."
She was quiet for a few moments, so I had to ask, "So how did it go? I'm assuming it went well or you wouldn't be telling us about all of this."
Mom had this faraway look for a few seconds and then continued. "Yes, it went well. I was tipsy enough to feel pretty loose and adventurous even though I was nervous as hell. I know you younger folks get around a lot more than we did back then. This was all back when the 'sexual revolution' was just getting up to speed. The 'free love' generation was coming of age, but we had come of age back in the 50's when things weren't so much out in the open. I had never gone 'all the way', as we used to say, with anybody other than your father. Oh, I had messed around a bit with other guys. I had given guys hand jobs and they used their fingers in me, but the truth is, I was still a virgin when I met your father when I was almost 20. However, when we did meet, we both had that 'sangue caldo' for each other right away. As I already told you, we went at each other like horny rabbits, and it was like that even after we were married for a while.
Anyway, yes, our little swap did work out despite my being nervous and a bit inhibited at first. I think Tom was also uncertain about whether we were going to work out. But after we got started and got our clothes off, it started to feel very natural. After all, we had gotten to be good friends. It almost seemed like a natural progression given that we had all agreed to what we wanted. In no time we were going at it with great gusto. I think we did it twice in the two hours we were together. The second time was more and more relaxed and natural. Before we knew it, it was time to get dressed and meet in the motel bar.
