I cannot thank Todger65 enough for the editing help. You can be a mundane writer or a great writer. Often the difference is the editor. Now, if I could just offer some great writing for Todger65 to edit, life will be good.
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Beth and I have been married for twenty years. All of them have been good, some of them amazing. Our sex life can be described the same way. Both are because we communicate our wants and needs openly and honestly. That took some courage when we first married. We were both raised in conservative households. You know the ones. Never talk to your kids about sex except to tell them not to do it. Expect them to never have sex until they marry, then be shocked and disappointed when you discover they did what they wanted instead of what their parents wanted.
Beth and I married young. We had graduated high school and were working in our hometown when we met. She had attended an all-girls religious school; I think mainly so her dad could guarantee her virginity. I had gone to the local high school. We met by accident in the grocery store and were instantly smitten with each other. Our parents were not too happy about it. Even though we were both eighteen they still wanted to control our urges and they feared the attraction they could see between us. We became convinced that our parents were never going to accept our love.
We eloped. Our honeymoon night led to the birth of our twins Tom and Sara. Neither her parents nor mine had spoken to us since we eloped. They finally broke their silence when they saw the pictures of our newborn twins. We struggled during those first years, especially the first nine months. Neither of us made much money. We barely managed the rent on a rundown efficiency apartment and ate Raman noodles for dinner as often as not. Hard work and good fortune managed to see us through. Our parents never once offered us anything but bad advice, especially after the twins were born.
It would surprise a lot of people, but we didn't hate them for it. We understood early, something they never did. Just because your parents believe something, doesn't make it true or the best way to live your life. Our mothers rarely told us they loved us, and our fathers never did. It's not that they didn't love us, it's just that they were taught to be stoic at all costs. Beth and I were determined that our children would always know that we loved them. We vowed to be open and honest with our children and when they were old enough to have questions, we were going to be available with the answers.
We stumbled our way through sex in the beginning. Even the stumbling was fun, and we decided that it would be even more fun if we talked about what we liked and didn't like. We took an active interest in learning about sex, whether it be a scientific journal or a dirty movie. After the twins were born Beth began taking the pill and we picked up where we had left off, then improved on that. The fact is we enjoy having sex with each other immensely.
When Tom and Sara turned eighteen, we taught them more about the reproductive system than their school was willing to. We made sure that they understood how the male and female parts worked together. The problem we didn't recognize, because it wasn't something we had experienced growing up, was teenage embarrassment. We were not allowed to even mention the 'sex' word when we grew up so it never occurred to us that our kids would be too embarrassed to ask about intimate details. They knew how the parts fit, but not about how to have fun while in the process of fitting them.
Tom and Sara graduated high school and were in their first year of college. Fortunately, the state university was close by and that meant they could still live at home. Beth and I assumed that by this point both had been intimate with their respective opposite sexes. While they talked to us about nearly everything, they had stopped talking to us about sex some time ago. I had tried to talk to Tom about pleasing a woman, but he wasn't interested in talking to his dad about it. Beth ran into the same issue with Sara.
I am still stunned at what happened next.
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Beth and I always reserved Friday night for us. We would go out to dinner and afterward visit our favorite local club for some dancing and socializing. One fateful evening our dancing and socializing plans were canceled on arrival. The club was closed due to flooding from a water leak. We rented a movie and went home to relax on the couch and enjoy the show.
When we walked into the kitchen from the garage the lights were out on the first floor. Neither of us thought anything of it. We figured that the kids were out doing what young people do on Friday. That is until we heard noise coming from upstairs. Curious, we both walked over to the stairs. We heard a bed squeaking erratically, followed by Sara's voice, "It hurts like that! Slow down!"
We gave each other confused looks and began climbing the stairs. We quietly walked down the hall toward our daughter's room. The door was open and as we approached, we could hear Tom, "It doesn't feel that great to me either!"
We arrived at the open door and froze. In shock, speechless, we watched as our son and our daughter were trying to screw. I say trying, even though he was obviously penetrating her, because neither of them looked like they were enjoying the experience.
I looked at Beth and nodded for her to speak. I knew the sound of my deep voice would freak them the fuck out. I also knew that regardless of who spoke, they weren't going to be happy to see us. Beth has a soft, sensual voice that would come across as more accepting. Mine would sound like the crack of doom.
Beth nodded, "Tom, Sara, please be calm and let's talk."
Of course, instant panic ensued. In their panicked attempt to cover themselves and pretend innocence they both grabbed the same blanket while moving in different directions. As a result, both their nude bodies were fully exposed as the blanket was suspended in some sort of erotic tug of war between them. I bit my tongue to keep from laughing.
Sara was standing nearest to us and found her voice first, "MOM! GET OUT!"
"I am not going anywhere until the four of us talk. Now, both of you sit down."
Sara won the tug of war and wrapped the blanket around her front, holding it in place with stiff arms down her sides. The back was still open, and her brother had a fine view. He jumped onto the bed and pulled the sheet up until only his head was exposed. Beth gave me 'the look' at my barely suppressed snort of amusement.
Sara walked over and sat on the corner of the bed, "First of all you are not in trouble.
"I need you to be honest with me and tell me if I get anything wrong. It appears to me that you are both inexperienced at sex and are trying to figure it out with each other. True?"
Mumbling ensued and I decided to enter the conversation, "Please speak up. We want to help you, not punish you. We can't do that if you won't talk to us.
"Sara?"
"Yes dad?"
"Your mother is correct, isn't she?"
"Yes."
"Tom"
"Yes dad?"
"Same question."
"Yes dad."
"OK, now we are getting somewhere."
Beth took it from there, "So, why each other?"
Sara was looking at her feet, "Well... I have had sex a few times and the guy told me I was bad at it and it wasn't fun, and I was embarrassed, and I wanted to learn, and Tom knows me better than anybody, and he's nice and..."
"Slow down sweety. It will be alright. Tom?"
"Well, it's like what sis said for me too. I know I can trust Sara, she's on the pill, and we thought we had privacy. I figured it wouldn't hurt to try."
Beth looked at them both with her kind eyes. Her loving smile reassured them both, "It didn't appear to be going very well. Do you find each other attractive?"
"Sis is hot Mom! I mean uhm."
Sara smiled at her brother, "I think Tom is hot too."
"That narrows things down a bit. As I see it, the problem you are both having is figuring out how the bits and pieces fit in an enjoyable way."
At this point I felt the need to enter the conversation, "Have either of you ever watched porn? I will be the first to say it isn't close to real life, but it at least illustrates some of the acts."
Tom spoke up this time, "Yes, we watched some videos. We figured that we would knock out the big deal thing first. If we liked it, we could try the licking and stuff maybe later."
Beth chuckled, "I understand your logic, but it is entirely backward. The 'licking and stuff' is what prepares you to enjoy 'the big deal'. Tom, Sara, your dad and I need to talk for a minute. Please stay right here and please relax. Everything will be fine."
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Beth and I walked down the hall to our bedroom. We walked into the room and Beth pulled the door closed. Her face was serious, "I do not want our kids to go through what we went through. It took us a long time to shake off what other people thought we should do, or not do, and learn to enjoy each other.
"I know it is a bit odd and, according to our parents, socially unacceptable, but I think we need to teach them."
"Let me get this straight. You want us to teach our kids how to have sex?"
"Yes dear, I do."
"Does the word 'incest' mean anything to you dear?"
"Oh stop. In my mind it is incest if the children are not adults, if there is coercion involved, or if there is a pregnancy risk. Our children are consenting adults and none of us are at risk for getting pregnant."
"None of us? What us?"
"If we are going to teach them then we are going to have to get involved to some degree. Don't ya think?"
