Greta And The Boys Ch 02

This story involves themes of Group Sex, Dominance/submission, bisexuality with some mild male homo-erotica. There is some discussion of incest in this chapter, but no detailed descriptions of incest or acts of incest. IF the story goes in that direction (and you are welcome let me know what direction you would like the story to take in the Comments), but IF the story ends up including detailed accounts of incest, I will move those chapters to the Incest Category of Lit. But you are forewarned. If any of that offends you, just move on to another story. All characters are 18+ years of age. And this is a work of fiction. Thanks to my proofreaders and editors for their help. This time, a special shout out goes to AwkwardMD and MissVee for their generous edits and suggestions. Suggestions for kinks, characters or plot developments are often worked into future chapters. Leave them in the comments, or contact me. Thanks for reading. Comments, Favorites, and Ratings are always very much appreciated. Comments are what inspire me most to write more. Thank you and enjoy.

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The two middle aged couples sat a table in "Bonobos," a moderately fancy restaurant in the Warehouse District of town. It was after 8:30 on a Sunday night. Most of the dinner rush had left. They were basically alone in the dimly lit room except for one other couple back in a corner. The two couples were all a little nervous. They knew they were there to plan Trish's birthday celebration, and the last few birthdays within the group had been marked by sexual adventure.

Trish broke the ice. "Remember my birthday last year? That was the last one before we started having our 'Birthday Sexy Times'?" She made air-quotes with her fingers.

Tom smiled. "Yeah. That was fun. You threw a pool party in your backyard. We brought the boys. Your daughter Karen, and her wife Marta, were there too."

Trish's husband Pete said, "Yeah. And we had the barbecue going and backyard games. It was a big picnic."

Trish nodded. "OK, so for my birthday party this year, I'm hoping to recreate that party from last year."

Greta's face fell. "Oh...oh, poopy!" Tom laughed at his wife's overly-mild swearing. Greta slapped his shoulder. "I'm serious, Tom! I was hoping. Well, you know what I was kinda hoping—"

Trish finished her sentence, "—that we would continue our tradition of sexy partying with each person's birthday?"

Gretta nodded. "Yes! It's been a blast, and it's really opened up our sex life at home too. Tom and I are trying all sorts of new things."

Pete said, "I know what you mean. Sex has never been this good. It's like we're in another honeymoon phase!"

Trish said, "I feel the same way. I love you, Puppy!"

Tom reached over and touched the back of Trish's hand. "So, why would you want to go back to last year's party? I mean, it was fun. And you two have a beautiful home. Your pool is fantastic. But--I think I can speak for everybody here, we were kinda hoping for more,y'know, adventure. More excitement."

Pete laughed. "Admit it, Tom, you were hoping to get a chance to fuck my wife!"

Tom looked at Trish. She was about to turn 47, but she still had a gorgeous, voluptuous body. Maybe a few extra pounds. Curvy, not chunky. Tom eyed the deep cleavage on Trish's little black dress. No bra. And he could see her extra-large nipples, excited, pressing against the jersey fabric. Tom wished Greta would wear more daring and sexy clothes, especially when going out with friends. He wanted to show her off a bit. Trish's round face was totally unlike Greta's angular, model look. Trish was softer, but in a friendly, accessible and totally sexy way. Tom shrugged. "Sure. Trish is smoking hot. And you got a chance to—well, you both got a chance to fuck Greta last time. And I was forced to just watch."

Greta leaned and kissed Tom's cheek. She whispered in his ear, "And you loved every minute of it, Daddy."

Tom's eyes rolled up as he accessed the vivid picture in his mind: Greta on her knees. Pete, kneeling behind her, pounding his cock into Greta. And Trish underneath, in a sixty-nine with Greta. Tom felt his cock stir. That had been more than eight weeks before, but the vision was still fresh in his memory and his fantasies. He closed his eyes and sighed, "Well, sure, Pete. I mean, Trish, you're a gorgeous woman. Incredibly sexy. I've enjoyed everything that we've done together. So, sure, I was hoping that one of these birthday's...y'know, we would get a chance to...y'know?"

"Make love?" Trish offered.

"I was thinking I might just fuck you so hard, your eyes will roll back into your head," Tom joked, "but I would settle for making love."

Greta leaned, hugged Tom and kissed him on the cheek. "Trust me, Trish, he knows how to do both!"

Trish leaned across the restaurant table and kissed Tom--hard. Not a quick peck. A deep, soulful kiss. And she waited until the stunned Tom relaxed a bit, so her tongue could come out of her mouth and taste his teeth and tongue. The kiss was a promise of something much more. Trish sat back. Here green eyes sparkled, and there was a flush across the top of her chest. She said, "Believe me, I want all that Tom. And more. And Pete wants to see that too. That's one reason why I want to kick up our adventures by a notch or two for my birthday."

"But, you just said you wanted to recreate last year's party," Greta argued.

Trish beamed. "I do. But remember that sexy bikini you wore last year, Greta?"

Greta smiled and nodded, "I've got an even sexier one this year."

"Perfect. Well, imagine Pete or Tom or me or whoever, being able to pull that string at the back of your neck and expose those perfect, perky tits of yours. Right there in our backyard."

"You do live at the end of a road, with woods behind your house."

"And our neighbors are going to be gone on a cruise next week. I'm supposed to check in on their plants."

Tom said, "Oh, I remember that red one-piece you had on last year, Trish."

"Yeah. Well, if Greta has a sexier suit. I'd better get a sexier suit too."

Pete shook his head. "Ladies, I'm getting a boner here just thinking about it. My swimsuit is going to be awfully uncomfortable next week."

"Then you will just have to take it off, Puppy. This party is going to be totally 'Clothing Optional'." And she made air-quotes again.

Greta grinned. "That will be nice. Pete, you've got a great ass."

"Tom's got a better body than me," Pete admitted. "He's got nice abs. He's got a six pack. At least a four pack. Me? I'm working on a mini-keg here! And you've got those broad shoulders too, Tom."

Tom said, "It's not a contest, buddy. Besides, I have to work out a lot to keep up with Greta."

"You do have a rockin' body, Greta," Trish complimented, "You've got legs that go on for days. You're just yummy."

Greta laughed. "I'm a professional trainer. And you all are going to give me a swelled head. But don't stop!" She giggled. "OK. we'll come over Saturday. And leave the boys at home."

Pete looked at Trish like he knew something was up. Trish reached across the table and took Greta's hands. Trish scrunched up her face, and squeaked, "Well...y'see?"

Tom was confused. "What?"

Trish's eyes flashed back and forth between Tom and Greta. She shrank back into herself, cowering from what she was about to say. "Part of my fantasy has to do with last year. Pete was grilling burgers and I was running in and out of the kitchen, getting stuff for the picnic table. Karen and Marta were by the pool on lounge chairs. And your boys, Dave and Kyle were horsing around in the pool. And I overheard them talking. One of them said, 'She's a total MILF! Like, I'd do her in a heartbeat, if I ever got the chance.' And the other one said, 'She's married. And you've never even been with a woman, derp. What do you know!' And Dave, I think says, 'I know I'd do her. She's just a MILF.' Then he saw me. His eyes bulged. He blushed bright red and sank himself down under the water. It was so cute. And I got so wet, knowing they had been talking about me!"

Tom sat back in his chair. "So, you're saying—"

Greta shook her head. "I'm sorry. I think you're too late, Trish. I think the boys are gay."

Tom looked at his wife and bolted upright, shocked. "You think our sons are what! GAY? What makes you say a thing like that? They're not gay!"

"Well, they've been sharing a bed for most of a year."

"So that makes you think they're having sex with each other?" Tom was aghast.

"I know it. I had suspected it for a while. Their beds weren't getting equally dirty. Kyle's bed seemed to be made in the mornings, and the boys never make their beds."

Tom blurted, "But, but, but...that's incest!"

Greta shrugged. "They're identical twins, Tom. They've been inseparable all their lives. It's practically masturbation. It's a wonder they didn't start experimenting with each other sooner."

Trish said, "I think that is so hot and sexy."

Tom said, "You're kidding, right?"

"I agree with my wife," Pete added, "both Kyle and Dave are very handsome men. The thought of them, well...the idea of them...pleasuring each other is pretty damn sexy."

"But, you said, you know they're having sex, Greta. How do you know?"

"Yes. Well, I suspected it. And I wanted to find out if they were both consenting. I didn't want one of them bullying the other, or coercing them in any way.So, I've watched them."

"Wait! Wait, wait, wait, wait a second here! What?" Tom shook his head violently. "The boys let you watch them?"

"You know that Nanny-Cam. The one hidden in that teddy bear. The one we got when the boys were little?"

"You didn't! Greta? Oh, Greta Pearl Robinson!" Tom's voice cracked as he tried to hold back his anger.

Great winced. "It's been in their room since they were little. It's really always been there. So, I just made sure the batteries were fresh and then, I pulled up the feed on our laptop."

"What did you see?" Trish asked.

"Oh, everything. They like to sixty-nine a lot. And when they fuck, it's almost always Dave giving it to Kyle."

Pete asked, "What do their cocks look like?" And he licked his lips.

Tom looked at his friend, "Pete, that sounds so gay!"

Pete laughed, "Remember? I sucked you off last time we were together, Tom. You came right in my face."

Tom squirmed. "Yeah. But, that was all for the girls. They wanted to see that. We were just putting on a show for them."

Pete nervously chuckled, "I wanted to see that."

"So you're saying you're gay now?" Tom sneered, "Right!"

"Hardly, not with our wives being as sexy as they are. But, Trish and I have been exploring our bisexual fantasies together. They don't scare me as much as they used to."

Tom took a deep breath. "So, you're saying you want to fuck me?" He felt like the world was spinning in the wrong direction.

Pete just shook his head, no. But he said, "Or you me, buddy. Or not at all. I mean, that is, if you don't want to. But, it excites me, knowing that Kyle and Dave have fucked each other. It's not something I'm sure I want to do. But it's something I'd like to explore. Y'know? What if? I'm just saying. What if, maybe one of your sons would want to fuck me at the party?"

"Oh, man! That's sick. They're just kids, Pete!"

Greta interrupted. "They're twenty years old, Tom. They're going to be twenty-one in just a few weeks. They're absolutely young men."

"But Dave had a girlfriend," Tom argued, "What was her name, Samantha? Amanda?"

"Saranda," Greta corrected.

"Saranda. What the hell kind of a name is 'Saranda'! Anyway, they were having sex. Dave asked me about it."

"What did he ask you?"

"He asked if it was normal for a woman to just lay there during sex, and want to have everything done to her, but not do so much herself. I think Dave thought Saranda was something of a cold fish."

"And what did you tell him?"

"I asked him about foreplay. We talked about communication and expressing our needs. I asked him what sort of protection they were using. I don't know. I just tried to be a good dad."

Greta touched his arm. "You're a great dad."

"Apparently not. My boys turned out gay!"

Pete jumped on that, "Whoa, whoa, whoa! Hold up, Tom! My daughter is married to another woman! You were there at their wedding, Tom. Are you saying I'm somehow a bad father?"

"Ah, shit, Pete. No. I'm--I'm just being an asshole. No! Jesus, that must have sounded so homophobic as shit. Look, I'm not like that. Really. It's just, well, these are my boys we're talking about. And I didn't have a clue. It's all caught me off guard. And, oh shit, I'm so sorry." Tom put his elbows on the table and his head in his hands.

"What about Saranda?" Trish asked.

"Oh, they broke up months ago. Probably about a week or two after Dave and I had the talk." Tom turned back to his wife. "So, you've watched them on the Nanny Cam? Why didn't you tell me?"

"Because I didn't know how you would react. The answer is: not good. And...plus...uhm, I've masturbated while I watched. It feels so naughty and wrong, but it's so exciting too. I'm not proud of it. I'm such a pervert. They both have such great bodies. Dave has been working out more with weights. His shoulders have broadened like yours, Tom. And Kyle, his ballet has really defined his legs. And he's got such a perfect, muscular ass!"

"I don't think it's that perverted. OK, it's so perverted. But perverted just like me." Trish nervously laughed, then asked," Do you have any of this recorded? I wouldn't mind seeing."

Pete laughed too. "She's not the only one."

Greta shook her head. "No. I didn't think that was right. Not without asking them. And I probably shouldn't ask them. That wouldn't be right."

Tom said, "Spying on them in the first place wasn't right."

Greta blushed. "I suppose not. I should tell them." She sighed. "I will tell them. I promise. This week."

"Greta!" Tom's eyes widened. "You can't tell them!What would you say to them?"

"I don't know. But, if we're going to invite them to this sex party and watch them fuck our friends, they probably deserve to know the truth."

Trish clapped her hands like she'd just won a brand new car on a gameshow.

"Slow down, Trish. They're gay, remember?" Tom frowned.

"They're probably just bi, like the rest of us," Pete said.

"Speak for yourself," Tom sneered.

"OK, I will." Pete looked at his best friend, "Tom, I'm Bisexual. I love fucking my wife. And I loved fucking your wife. But I can easily admit, I really enjoyed sucking your cock too, Tom. And I wouldn't mind exploring more of that side of me with you, if you're willing. Or even with your sons, if they were curious about a fat, old man like me."

"Sweety, you're not fat," Trish said, "And I'm Bisexual too. I love Pete. But, my fantasies have been pretty wild lately. Seriously, lately, I've been fantasizing a lot about you, Greta."

Greta nodded. "I could feel that. I could feel that heat. There's a certain tension between us now. Could you feel my interest, Patricia? Because, I'm so very Bisexual as well."

"I hoped I wasn't just imagining it." Trish reached across the table and squeezed Greta's hand. "That's another gift I would like for my birthday, Boys. I would like for Greta and I to casually explore what we share together, without you two necessarily being involved. And without it having to be someone's birthday."

Pete smiled, "I would be OK with that. As long as it didn't mean you two would be shutting out Tom and me. I would like to participate too, sometimes. I mean, I just wouldn't want you to go behind my back."

Trish reached out and held Pete's hand with her right hand and Greta's with her left. "I will never go behind your back. Either one of you. And you," she looked at Pete, "will remain the centerpiece of my life and my sex life forever, Mister Man."

"Thank you, Mistress Trish."

Tom took their hands and separated them. "Look, this is all going pretty fast. Why don't we just keep things with just the four of us and just at birthdays. I like having boundaries. I would rather we keep things more structured and well defined."

Pete turned to his friend. "Tom, look at it this way. If you're worried about your sons being gay, then giving my wife a chance to seduce them might teach them that fucking Women can be fucking awesome."

"Do you think maybe Kyle has never been with a Woman before?" Trish growled from deep in her chest. "I've fantasized about teaching a young man the Ways of Love."

Tom looked around the table. All he saw were excited and enthusiastic eyes. He had to admit, their excitement was contagious. "OK. We'll talk to them.And we'll ask them to come to the party. But then you two have to ask Karen and Marta as well," Tom insisted.

"Ask them what?" Pete looked confused.

"Ask them about coming to the party too!"

"They're gay, and they're my daughters, Tom," Pete objected.

Trish shrugged and said, "Well, they might be as bisexual as the rest of us, Puppy."

Pete squirmed. "But, that would be incest, Mistress!"

Tom noted the repeated use of the word, "Mistress." He wondered, had Trish and Pete taken their games of Dominance and submission to another level? "It's less like incest than having Dave and Kyle there," Tom reasoned, "You're only related to Marta by marriage."

Trish nodded, "And Karen is adopted, Puppy."

Greta gushed, "I always forget that Karen is adopted. She looks so much like you, Trish! She has the same auburn hair, and the same fabulous bust. She's absolutely gorgeous."

"Thank you, Greta. She is a beauty. Marta is a very lucky Woman."

"Mistress, will you invite them, or should I?" Pete asked.

"I will."

"You might want to warn them that there might be some incest involved," Pete added.

Trish smiled broadly. "Oh, good. I thought I was the only pervert who wanted to make love to our daughters!"

Pete's eyes went wide, and he shook his head, trying to wrap his brain around the concept. "No. I meant--what I meant to say was, Dave and Kyle might touch each other while they were--I mean, I didn't mean, for us. I mean. I don't know what I mean."

"Oh, Puppy. You've fantasized about Marta. You've told me before."

"That was before the girls were married. Before Marta was family."

"And you've told me how much I look like Karen."

"Well, you do, Sweety."

"Yes, but you've told me while we were fucking. You naughty boy!" Pete laughed and nodded his head. "You're getting a spanking when we get home, Puppy. With the newspaper!" Pete just laughed and rolled his eyes.

Tom rubbed his temples. "So, you're saying we are going to have a free-for-all sex party next Saturday at your house."

Trish agreed, "It will be a pool party, just like last year. But, if things happen, then we'll let them happen. Nobody has to come who doesn't want to. Nobody has to have sex with anybody if they don't feel up for that."

"But you're going to try to seduce Kyle," Tom reiterated.

"And Dave."

"Both of them," Tom confirmed, "at the same time?"

Trish bit her lower lip and nodded.

"So I can try to seduce Karen or Marta if I want to?" Tom asked.

Greta grinned, "Go for it, Stud. But you might have to fight me off first."

"What if Kyle or Dave want to fuck you, Greta?" Pete asked.

Greta laughed and flipped her blonde hair back. "Oh, I don't think that's going to happen!"

Tom pressed, "Every boy dreams about fucking his mother. I know I did."

Trish smiled. "Is that true, Pete?"

Pete shook his head, "My mother was a prude, and a controlling bitch. I got out of the house and joined the army as soon as I could. You know that, Trish. Things were always strained between us, right up until she died three years ago."

"And?" Trish prompted.

Pete winced. There was a long pause. And then he smiled. "And...I would never have actually fucked her. But, sure, I fantasized about fucking my mom a few times growing up. I jacked off to that."