"Yeah, there's no doubt in my mind that they like what they see."
"Those two things tell me they like it, but what really tipped me off was the way they rearranged their living room furniture after that first lesbian scene we made. They created an intimate nook by facing the love seat to the sofa and getting rid of the coffee table. Now, when Sarah and I take the sofa, they must sit close facing us."
"Sounds cozy."
"Very. We often rest legs on their legs, and they are usually sitting within the spread of Sarah's legs with her bare butt touching their knees, sometimes resting on their laps. I'm talking intimate. While I work over their daughter's cunt and asshole, they massage her legs and feet, or run hands from heel to within inches of pussy. In that bizarre situation, they try to carry on normal conversations. Well, sorta normal."
"What the hell is there to talk about?"
"They talk about what's being done and what everyone is looking at. Sarah sees to it that the focus stays between her legs, and she makes it lewd and vulgar.
She over-reacts to everything and then describes how it makes her feel as if they couldn't see. Sarah swears they created that arrangement to discourage us, to make us feel uncomfortable with them being so close, to drive us into the bedroom, out of sight."
"Is she blind or just dumb?"
"A little of both, but it's self inflicted. Sarah wants to believe that they hate this, that they especially hate being forced to discuss it, so I stopped trying to convince her otherwise. Now, I tell her I see signs of their hatred and disapproval, and she eats that up. They hate me smoking in their perfect home, but that's all they hate. If you ask me, they'll love Sarah the sex slave and they'll love everything she's forced to do. They'd love to be dragged into this mess, and I see them treating their daughter's master with the utmost respect. I'd bet a big pile of my own money on it.
I really would."
"I'm with you. I'll order Sarah to get her parents here."
"There you go. Now, she can tell them she's a sex slave, that you're her master, and they've been ordered to appear before the master, and if they don't behave themselves, she'll get a whipping. I'm sure they'll act as though they disapprove and she'll be thrilled to her twinkle toes. They'll be here and be polite to her master, prepared to take orders, mark my words. A good warm-up would be to have Sarah strip them and go down on each one in turn."
"Sounds like a plan. Who else can we invite?"
"I'm thinking about inviting my parents. I know they'd get off on it without any preparation."
"That's awfully risky, Sue, even for your parents."
"I don't think so. The most they'd do is walk out and be pissed that I didn't warn them."
"So, warn them."
"I'd rather it be a surprise.
They set me up without warning and I was younger than Heather, thirteen. I walked right into a gang rape, a shy and innocent virgin, just so they could get their jollies watching me get the shit fucked out of me by a roomful of adult men and women."
"I know, Sue. I've heard it a dozen times. And the only thing that pisses you off about it is that they didn't do anything to prepare you for it."
"Well god damnit, Jack, I didn't even know they were swingers. They could have at least let that out. That was a hell of a way for a kid to find out, watching her parents get naked and masturbate during her rape."
"You loved every minute of it."
"Yeah, it was nice after Mom kissed my sore pussy and made my owie go away. She always did give good owie kisses, but a long, French owie kiss sure made me feel good in a hurry. Anyway, I owe them a surprise. Fuck it, I will invite them. They'll be good company for Sarah's folks.
They can play straight as well as any couple. What about your folks, Jack?"
"Yeah, right."
"No, I'm serious. I never planned to share this with you, but we have my folks and Sarah's folks.
We may as well bring yours in."
"Share what?"
"I fucked your dad, you know? I fuck him every chance I get. I've been fucking him from the second date on. I took my vows with your dad's cum running down my legs under my wedding dress."
"That doesn't surprise me.
Everyone else had you."
"He was first. It didn't surprise your mother, either. She let him into the bridal chamber and held the dress up while he put the sperm in my bridal twat."
"Good fantasy, Sue."
"This is no fantasy, Jack.
This is a confession I never thought I'd give. Please take me seriously."
"How can I take you seriously? My mother could never do that in a million years. Dad, yes; Mom, never."
"Damnit, Jack, look in my eyes.
This is serious, not fantasy, not bullshit, the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth. This is a true confession. Take me seriously."
"All right, Sue. I'll give you the benefit of doubt and take you seriously, but if this is another fantasy, it'll be the last time. Go ahead."
"It began while we were dating.
I think it was after our second date at the start of our senior year. When I decided that you were my Mr. Right, I wanted to fuck your father and went after him. He was easy. I dropped by his workshop while you were at football practice. He was surprised to see me. We'd only met once. I didn't even say hi.
I stripped naked, dropped to my knees, got his dick out, and began sucking on it, got him hard, and sat on it. I gave him the best fuck I could with him sitting on a barstool, took his load, then sat and soaked in it with his dick up my snatch while he admired my titties. I told him I'd give him a fuck anytime he wanted one but for every ten fucks I gave him, we had to get caught by his wife and finish our fuck."
"Of course, he agreed to that deal."
"No, he wasn't even paying attention. He's a tit man and he was mesmerized by my titties.
I gave him ten fucks and he wanted another. That's when I reminded him of the deal. We had to get caught on the next fuck or there'd be no more, but if we got caught and was able to finish, there'd be ten more."
"So you got caught because he was hooked by then."
"Jack, you fucker. If you're mocking me, this confession is over. I told you I was serious."
"I'm sorry, Sue. I was mocking you, but I now realize you are serious and this is a confession.
Please, I want to hear more. I have always suspected that you and Dad were carrying on behind my back. There will be no more mocking."