My wife Shelly and I were visiting my parents, Frank and Mary, in their home in Arizona for a week. I considered myself lucky. My wife liked my parents, and my parents adored my wife. Everyone got along quite well, so family visits were enjoyable, and not a chore. My parents were in their late 50's, enjoying an early retirement in Arizona. They belonged to a health club, rode their bicycles, played golf, all the usual old person stuff.
One night, while Shelly was helping my mom downstairs with dinner, dad and I were upstairs talking. "C'mere" he said, "look at this." He pulled out a shoebox and pulled out pictures of some naked woman. "What do you think?"
"Not bad," I said, "Does mom know you have these?" I asked, conspiratorially. "She should, they're her," dad sad with a laugh. "So, do you and Shelly take pictures?" dad asked. "No, we thought about it, talked about it, but haven't done it. Maybe," I answered. "I just got a new digital camera. It makes things lots easier. Come here," said dad, taking me to his computer and showing me pictures of him and mom, sitting around naked, glamour shots, stuff like that. As I scrolled through the pictures, I saw one of dad and another woman sitting on a couch. "Whoa, dad, what's that?" I asked. "Oh, me and your mom have gotten into swinging. Do you and Shelly swing?"
"No, again, we talked about it, but never really did anything about it."
"Too bad, you should try it," said dad. Mom and Shelly called us down for dinner, and we went downstairs to eat.
Later that evening, we sat around, drinking and talking and showing old photos. Dad was always into taking pictures, I just didn't realize how much. Mom and dad, who always liked Shelly, seemed to be really playing it up, almost flirting with her. Shelly of course loved the attention, but I admit I was getting a bit, I don't know, jealous? After too many gin and tonics, both Shelly and I were tipsy, and it was time for bed. Between the alcohol and the pictures of my parents swinging, I was a bit horny, and hoping to get some that night. "Ok honey," I said," its late. Lets get to bed and let mom and dad go. "Ok dear, I'll be right up, "said Shelly, who was in deep conversation with my mom about something. I went upstairs, went to the bathroom, brushed my teeth, washed up, changed, but still Shelly didn't come up. I went downstairs to see what was taking her so long, and I almost fainted.
There, in the den, was my wife Shelly, her shirt off, on her knees, blowing my dad, who was sitting on the couch and gripping Shelly's head in his huge hands. My mom was sitting next to dad watching, her shirt off, playing with her own rather large nipples. "OH MY GOD" I blurt out, "What the hell are you doing." I was totally stunned. "Hey, there he is," said my dad, "C'mon and join the party." Dad acted like this wasn't the most fucked up thing in the world, and my wife didn't say anything. She couldn't, her mouth was filled with my dad's fat dick. Shelly just kept eagerly sucking away. "You got a great little wife here" said dad, pinching and pulling my wife's nipples as her head bounced up and down and her lips made loud slurping sounds. "Come here and sit next to me darling," said mom, patting the couch next to her. I was transfixed by my wife and my dad, and I sleepwalked my way to the couch and sat next to mom, watching my wife take my dad's huge dick in her mouth and licking it like she couldn't get enough.
