Swinging with her Parents

Margo collapsed into his arms, breathing heavily for several moments before pushing against his chest and twisting around to find their daughter. "Was it okay that we did that?"

"Yes," Jena said with a happy smile. She had pulled her bikini top back across her chest. "It was beautiful."

"Was it fun, too?"

"Yes," George answered for Jena. "Trust me, she had lots of fun watching us."

"Wait, did I miss something?" Margo asked, looking confused.

"She might have touched herself," George said with a smile at their daughter who looked as if she was blushing. "I think it's okay for you to do that in front of us now."

"I kind of want to do it again," she said in a soft, tentative voice, unsure if that was okay. Since the moment she first discovered the ability to have an orgasm, Jena couldn't stop with just one or two.

"Can I watch?" Mom asked, making her blush even more as she nodded. "Can I help?"

"You already have," Jena said, tentatively caressing a hard nipple through her bikini top. It felt so sexy seeing her parents naked and together. It was much better than watching porn or seeing a couple of her friends making out. Jena knew these two people loved each other. She knew they had experienced years of lovemaking and it touched her heart that they still were hot for each other.

"Sit with us," Mom suggested, climbing off of Dad. She cupped her pussy so she didn't leak on the sofa. That didn't stop her from leaking, it just meant she leaked a bit into her hand. Without thinking about it, she licked her fingers before noticing how Jena's eyes went wide. "Are you kidding me? You've never done that?"

"N-no," Jena said, suddenly on very weak knees with the raw sexuality of what her Mom had just done.

"Mm, I love it," she said, scooping another fingerful from between her legs and eating it. She moved to the far side of the couch, patting the space between them. "Sit."

Jena slipped between her parents on the small couch. She stole a glance at her Dad's wet looking cock. Though he had just had an orgasm, he still looked hard as ever without the bulging veins of being needy. His pubic hair looked matted from their fucking. She wanted to touch him and didn't because she wasn't sure how forward she could be.

"I think you're overdressed," Mom said, pulling on her bikini. Jena helped her until she was as naked as her parents. Without asking, Mom ran her hand across her chest, tweaking hard nipples. "It's okay, baby. Touch yourself. We both like watching."

Still staring at her Dad's hard cock, she cupped her pussy and pressed a finger against her clit. Yes, that felt good, very good. So did Mom's hand on her chest. Mom must have noticed her stare because she asked Jena, "Doesn't that look good after he's been fucked?"

"Yes," Jena sighed, marveling at how naughty her Mom could be. It made sense. Jena had to get it from somewhere and now she knew from where. Mom reached across her and did what Jena wanted to do. Mom stroked Dad's cock as if she was giving him a handjob, but it was what Mom did next that surprised her.

Mom fed a wet finger to Jena. "Now you know how we both taste."

Jena reacted by sucking that finger and then another since all four fingers carried the same mix of pussy and cum. She furiously frigged her clit, rubbing and jabbing at herself harder and faster as her orgasm built. Mom's hand on her tits felt divine, too. So did feeling Mom's tits pressed against her shoulder. And Dad's leg pressed against hers.

"Kiss your Dad," Mom said. Jena pecked his cheek. "No, really kiss him." When Jena turned to do it again, Dad looked at her and their lips touched in a new way. They didn't use their tongues, but it was much more than a peck.

Jena shivered as she came. Her heart soared higher than ever. She loved these two wonderful people who had created and raised her. She felt so good sitting naked between them. "You want a taste?" she asked, offering her wet finger to her Mom. The older woman didn't hesitate to suck the slim digit between her lips.

"Next time, I want to taste you for real." The suggestion made Jena shiver as if her orgasm had one more thrill to give her.

"I'm hungry," Jena announced, looking back and forth between her parents to see if they shared her hunger.

"If we order room service, do you think we have to get dressed?" Margo asked, wearing a wicked grin.

"I don't see why," George answered. "With all the naked people by the pool and at the beach, I'm sure they won't care."

"Order just a snack," Mom said, falling into her responsible parent role. "I want to hit that buffet tonight. It looked really good." Mom told Jena to make the order.

She quickly guessed she was being set-up. "You just want me to answer the door naked, don't naked?"

"Why not? Won't we all be? Or are you shy about someone seeing you naked with your parents?"

With a big grin on her face, Jena found the room service menu and placed a big order. Fifteen minutes later there was a discreet knock on the door. As she had guessed, Mom and Dad sat on the couch and watched as Jena made sure she swung the door open wide enough that the room service attendant would see all three of them. As it turned out, there were two of them. Both of the handsome men were dark skinned with big smiles. Only one of them was discreet with his stares at the two naked women.

Remaining naked, they nibbled on tropical fruit and cheese. Jena made sure to order wine without bothering to order anything non-alcoholic for herself. Without comment, Dad filled three wine flutes, passed them out and made sure to keep Jena's glass as full as his own.

"Hey Dad, have you ever thought about shaving your balls?" Jena asked, after realizing she was idly staring at her Dad's nakedness.

"I used to do it," he shrugged. "Why? Are you offering?"

"Would you trust me to do that?"

"I trust your Mom to do it, why not you?"

"Wait," Margo said, darting into their bedroom before returning with her digital camera. "This is worth documenting."

"Oh God," George groaned, unsure how he felt about photographic evidence of being naked with his daughter. While he didn't need to worry about his wife sharing inappropriate pictures (and through the years, they had created quite a collection), he did have to deal with sitting spread-legged in front of his naked daughter as she began working on removing all of his pubic hair. He wasn't expecting her to go that far.

"But it's so sexy when a guy is completely shaved," she insisted, running electric clippers around his cock and balls before lathering him up. Feeling her warm, slippery little hand on his cock and balls had the expected result, making him very hard and very excited. Even more jarring was seeing his daughter between his knees. He squirmed uncomfortably. "You better not squirm once I start with this razor."

"Sorry," he mumbled, wrestling again with his feelings. "It feels funny seeing you naked."

"And doing this?" she asked, giving his cock a few long strokes while flashing him a playful grin.

"And that," he admitted.

"But I think I like doing it because you're my Dad," she said, caressing his balls while looking at him with a sparkle her blue eyes. He had no way of knowing how excited she felt touching him so intimately. Her pussy felt on fire with need as she struggled with limiting herself to only playing with him. She glanced up at her Mom, taking a moment to mug and smile for the camera before asking, "Does it feel funny watching me do this?"

"I think it's hot as hell," Mom said with a big smile. "But then again, I always get excited seeing him with another woman."

Jena picked up the razor. "That so interesting," she said as she worked at removing the closely cropped hair that remained. "I think I would get jealous."

"Not if you really love him," Mom said. "If you truly love him, you'll love seeing him happy, even if you're not doing anything."

"Or because he's doing something," Dad interjected, seeing he needed to explain the comment and he wound up revealing something his wife never knew. "I like that your Mom fucks around. When I know she's on a date with another guy, I spend the entire night fighting off the urge to jerk-off because I get so wound up wondering what they're doing."

"I never knew that," Margo said, fascinated by the idea. "I guess it works the same for me because I always wish I could be there with you."

George shook his head. "Not knowing is better. It's more of a tease wondering what you might be doing with him. Don't get me wrong, I love seeing it happen, too."

"I know you do," Margo said, giving him a kiss on the top of his head. "But I never thought it being a thrill not knowing."

"Do you guys ever wonder what I'm doing?" Jena asked, feeling a bit left out.

"Dads don't think that way about their daughters," he said.

"But what about now?"

"Maybe," he said as his cock throbbed. "Okay, probably."

"What if I'm out with a girlfriend?" Jena asked, looking to see if that idea excited either one of them.

"Does that happen a lot?" Mom asked.

"Not a lot, because I don't really have a girlfriend. But I like girls, just not as much as I like boys."

"Wait until you have one of each."

"Like the two of you?" she asked, feeling her Dad jump at the suggestion. "Or not," she quickly added, disappointed.

"Sorry, baby, I just . . . I don't know," George stammered, trying to find the right words and failing miserably. "That's a big step. Are you sure that's something you want to do with your Mom and Dad?"

"What do you think?" she asked, caressing his hard-on for a moment before returning to shaving him.

Margo could tell her husband wasn't sold on the idea. "What about seeing her with another man? Do you think that would be fun?"

"Maybe," he said, feeling like that could be a good compromise. His throbbing cock sent out a different message, though.

"Oh, he likes that idea," Jena reported, giggling.

"Good luck finding someone," he added, knowing all too well how things typically went among swingers. In general, it seems as if most lifestyle people fell into one of a few camps. There were those who were all talk and no action. They tended to leave after a mixer and hide in their rooms behind closed doors. Then there were the couples looking for a unicorn, a single, unattached girl who wanted to play with a couple. While others enjoyed same room play, only a remarkable few enjoyed actually swapping partners. Last on the list would be the couples looking for a man to join them, which always struck George as odd. He had met lots of women who were interested in a threesome with two guys, but most husbands felt uncomfortable with the idea.

"I'm sure she could find a couple," Margo suggested.

"But I can find that in college," Jena pointed out. "That's how it gets started with most girls. They say they're straight, but then invite you to join them in bed with their boyfriends and ignore him."

"People are stupid," Margo said. "Why do they have to make such a big deal about it? Why can't people just enjoy themselves without all the rules?"

"Like this?" Jena asked, looking up at her Dad.

He got her point. "Maybe we'll meet someone at the bar tonight."

With a wet washcloth, Jena wiped away the last remnants of shaving cream for her father and admired her work. His magnificent cock looked even bigger without its nest of pubic hair. "Now that's hot," she said, leaning over and kissing the tip of it. "It looks good enough to eat."

"I should take a shower," he said, standing up before she could go too far. Being naked and hard in front of his daughter and wife was enough for now.

Margo saw Jena's hurt and frustrated expression at being rejected by her father. "Aw, baby," she said, sweeping the girl into her arms in a motherly hug despite both of them being naked. "Your Dad's just struggling with how this all feels."

"I know," Jena said, nuzzling tighter against her Mom and feeling her hurt easing just a little. It felt good to know her Mom understood and better that Mom was still willing to hug away her pain. "I know most people would think what we're doing is wrong, but I don't give a shit. Most people think lots of things are wrong."

"People are stupid," Margo repeated, keeping her daughter close.

"You're not. You're okay with me wanting him, right?"

"I am. I like the idea, but then again, I'm a pervert. I get off on being wrong."

Jena giggled. It was just like her Mom to say something funny like that. "I guess I like being wrong, too. I made a girl eat me before I would sleep with her and her boyfriend just to make sure she would."

"Did she do it?"

"Oh yeah and we still haven't slept with her boyfriend, but she sure likes going down on me."

"For the record, I want to see you fuck my boyfriend," Margo said, kissing her on the top of her head. Sensing Jena felt better, Margo stood and headed towards the bathroom. Before she left the room, she told her daughter, "And I will definitely eat your pussy, too."

George thought a shower might help him relax. Instead, he remained as hard as a teenager discovering a new porn site. He couldn't remember the last time he had shaved between his legs. How many years had it been? Even then, he only shaved his balls while keeping the rest of his pubic hair closely cropped. Being bare down there felt good and kept him hard.

Lingering beneath the shower spray, he reflected on the last several hours of his life. Booking a reservation at a swinger resort had been a huge mistake. He still couldn't believe how he had misinterpreted the meaning behind the resort being for adults only. His first hint should have been when the website sold only sold discount packages for couples. It had taken a bit of finagling to make a buy for three instead of four. He had nearly stayed home and sent the girls on the trip.

Had George not been with them, he had no doubt Margo would have made the same choice to stay. That's just the way his wife was made. She treated the joys of sex as a religion. She had her limits, for example, no children, pets, or water sports. She wasn't interested in BDSM scene or the "50 Shades of Grey" phenomenon. In their years together, they had done some crazy things, but none rose to the level of full-blown incest.

George jumped when he pulled back the shower curtain and saw his wife standing there. "We need to talk," she said, glancing done at his hard-on before looking him in the eye again. "You left a heartbroken young lady in the living room."

"Why? Because I wouldn't let my daughter blow me?"

"Why not?" Margo asked as if she never heard the daughter part of his last statement.

"Because she's my daughter!" he said. "She's OUR daughter. Doesn't that mean anything to you?"

"It means everything to me," Margo said, refusing to back down. "She's also a grown woman and an adult who's capable of making her own decisions. She wants you. Why can't you want her back?"

After toweling himself dry, George sat on the edge of the big bed. His hard-on finally showed its first signs of weakness. He studied his wife as he searched for a way to explain it to her. At least she didn't look angry. Slightly pissed. Maybe even disappointed, but not angry. "If we had had a son, could you fuck him?"

"Maybe," Margo said, shrugging. "If he was an adult and wasn't a dick about it."

George snorted. That fit her perfectly. Margo didn't fuck guys who thought they were all that and a side of fries. Nor girls who acted that way. She was as down to Earth as a blade of grass.

"Is it because she's only eighteen? She has a birthday in a couple more months."

"That's not any better," he said. He didn't like thinking about their age difference, at least she didn't act like high school had been less than a year away. No, after spending some thinking about it, he knew his problem. "It's Karen."

"Your cousin?"

He nodded, ashamed to admit the truth. "I loved her."

"Oh baby, I know you did," Margo said, joining him on the bed and rubbing his back. "And she loved you, too. That's part of what it made it so beautiful to share her with you."

He nodded. Those weekends had been filled with incredible sex that had truly fit the description of making love. There had been magic between the three of them. He had loved romancing both of them and loved how they had shown their appreciation. It still hurt the weekend she had told them she couldn't keep seeing them. "I still love her."

"Me too," Margo softly replied. "But you know why she had to end things."

"She didn't have to," he said, swallowing his frustration at her decision. "We could have worked it out. We could have been a family."

"But not the kind of family she wanted."

Frowning, he nodded. Margo was right, of course. Had Karen moved in, how could they present themselves to the world? Who would ever accept them? It would have torn apart their family. With a price too high to pay for love, what other choice had there been?

"She loved you, too," Margo pointed out. "More than she loved me."

"Not more," he insisted, knowing how fond Karen had been of Margo. He had witnessed their affection for each other. He had seen it in their eyes even when they weren't in the bedroom together. There had been truly love and respect shared between them. Of course, back then, their love couldn't go anywhere. Only a couple of states had legalized same-sex marriage and they didn't live in one of those. Karen had always wanted to get married and start a family.

"Sometimes, I was glad she was your first cousin," Margo said.

"Because you're a pervert," George teased with a half smile. She used to love reminding them of their family relationship. Family reunions were the worse as Margo would ask which other cousins they wanted to fuck or point out a cute aunt or uncle to Karen.

"I am, but that's not the real reason," she said, pulling her hand away from his back and looking pensive. "It was because I knew the two of you could never get married and that meant she couldn't steal you from me."

Hearing her confession stunned George. Worse, her fear paralleled George's deepest, darkest concern. "I used to worry that I might start loving her more than you." He braced himself, waiting for her to get angry or break down in tears. Instead, his amazing wife shocked him by chuckling.

"Sometimes, I did love her more than you."

"Wait, what?" he asked, confused.

"Because sometimes you're a real jerk and you piss me off," Margo said, butting her shoulder against his. "Like that time you bought a new car without checking with me first."

"It was a surprise for you!" he said, still defending that faux pas. "It even had a big bow on top."

"I always hated that car," she grumbled.

"Is that why you wrecked it?" he asked, back to wearing a half smile.

"I swear that deer ran into me!"

"I was afraid I had lost you," he said, pulling her into his arms as he remembered the phone call from the highway patrolman saying there had been an accident. "I thought I had lost both of you."

"We were fine," she dismissed. "I might have hated that car, but it kept us safe."

"I love you," George said, kissing her.

"I love you, too, dufus." For a long while, they sat holding each other while lost in their thoughts. Margo broke their silence. "It's okay if you fuck our daughter."

"What if I like it?"

"What if she likes it?" Margo asked.

"Yeah, that too," he agreed, still uncomfortable with the idea.

"Oh-my-God, what if I like it?" she suddenly asked. "What if I get so turned on that I want the two of you to keep on doing it?"

George looked at his wife trying to decide if she was serious or kidding around. "Seriously?" he asked when her face didn't answer his question.

"George, you're being an idiot. You're afraid to fuck her because you love her and you're afraid of getting your heart hurt again. Well, guess what? She's not going to live with us forever. She might spend the next couple summers with us, but then she's going to meet a boy or a girl, and move in together. It's what people do when they're her age. That's what we did, too."