Around eight, my phone went off. I didn't recognize the number. Babs looked at me from across the table.
"Hello?"
"Hi, this is Frank Clark, Paul's dad. I was wondering if you'd come over. We have a bit to talk about."
"Yes, I'd be glad to. I'll be right there."
"Come out to the pool. Thanks, this means a lot."
"No problem, be right there."
Babs gave me the thumbs up and a kiss.
The humid air hung like a coat you couldn't take off and the cicadas sang as I walked across my small yard, then through the few trees that separated our lots, I hoped that Frank wasn't planning on slugging me. After that, I'd be fine with anything.
I opened the gate and stepped into the pool enclosure. Just the underwater lights were on and they cast a muted glow over Frank, sitting at the table in shorts and a polo. A cooler sat next to him and a beer bottle in front of him. I walked over and extended my hand. He stood and shook my hand, strong, confident, but not a power play, good.
"Joe, nice to meet you."
"You too Frank."
"You want a beer?"
"Love one."
We sat down. Frank opened the cooler, popped the top on a locally brewed IPA, and passed it to me. I took a sip leaned back, and waited. This was his meeting and I was here to listen. He took a deep breath.
"I have just met you for the first time and you already know my most dangerous secret. I was pretty mad at Paul. I don't know if he told you but I have a pretty public job and a life of service. If what happened last night became public, I'd lose my job, my reputation and I'm not sure what effect it would have on my marriage."
I resisted raising an eyebrow. 'Didn't know?' Like maybe his wife wouldn't detonate? Interesting. Frank continued.
"But now you know. So, I need to know some things." Frank took a long drink and waited.
"Frank, I was wrong to get involved. I wasn't thinking, well, with the right part. Whatever you need, just ask."
"Did you record me having sex with my son?"
"No. Babs and I have a unique and exciting life, but she is a V.P. for Merchants Bank and they have a very moral viewpoint. I write half-assed novels but my most popular character is a man with a strong moral code. If what Babs and I do on vacation went public, and what I've done with your son, she'd lose our main source of income and I'd lose a book deal, so we do not record or allow ourselves to be recorded. Now, I can't prove what I don't do, but we just don't."
"Okay, I feel a little better. You've got skin in the game. I guess you two are a little kinky. If I can ask?"
I laughed. "Frank you can ask anything."
I gave him an overview of our vacation swinging. His eyes went wide.
"Really? There's a nudist swing club in Florida?"
"Yeah, so you can see how we like to keep work and fun separate."
Frank took another drink, "This might be too private, but you understand, I hope. Do you, or both of you, have sex with your kids?"
"No, we don't. We've talked about it, and they know what we do on vacation but they have never shown any interest so we have made no attempt to initiate."
"Does your wife..." "Babs", I interrupted, "Okay, Does Babs know about you and Paul, and this meeting?"
I held up one finger and took my other hand and sent the text already composed on my phone. In three seconds, the light in the third story loft of my house went on. Babs and I had staged it perfectly. She was on a cot, elevated to be visible. She was naked and working a vibrator in her pussy. I handed Frank the binoculars I had brought over. He focused them.
"Holy shit, you weren't kidding about her." He took the glasses down and Babs clicked off the light.
Frank sat and sipped his IPA. I sipped mine and waited. He was an older version of Paul, long and lean, brown hair and blue eyes. Just a little heavier with a few more lines on his face.
My little show of my wife was intended to send a not so subtle message. I was going to let Frank decide, but now he knew I was game for some grown-up play.
My host put his empty bottle on the table, "It's hot out tonight, wanna jump in the pool?"
I didn't bother with any nonsense about not having a suit, "Great Idea."
We stood and undressed. I hadn't bothered with underwear so my tee and shorts were on the concrete before Frank had his polo off. I stood, my cock already half-hard and watched Paul's father undress. He gave a small laugh, "Never thought I'd be nervous getting undressed in front of another guy."
"I can look away." I offered, smiling.
"No, I like you watching. Just getting used to something very new."
His hands went to his waist and soon the top of his shorts opened. He slowly slid the zipper down, not teasing, just being slow. The shorts opened in a soft vee and I could see the bulge of his cock, held back by blue cotton. He let go and the shorts dropped. He stepped out. I had a good look. I didn't think he was fully hard yet and there was a big wet spot where the head of his cock rested. He saw me looking.
"Your wife turned me on."
I reached down and stroked my growing cock, "I'm thinking that's not all."
Frank's fingers pushed his boxer briefs down as he answered, "No, not all."
He looked better close up. His cock was almost totally hard. He was blushing and resisting the impulse to cover. This was going to be fun.
"Let's go," I said and dove into the pool. I swam a few strokes till I felt the bottom under my feet. As I surfaced I heard the splash as Frank followed me. His body brushed mine as he surfaced next to me.
