Transcontinental: Temporary Husbands, Temporary Wives
Copyright© 2025 by Wolf
Chapter 18: Angie Strikes Again
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 18: Angie Strikes Again - Young, smart, dedicated, career-oriented, highly sexed. She is youngest woman to get tenure at prestigious eastern university. He’s promoted to the ‘best job ever’ on the west coast. What do they do? One answer is swap with a couple with the reverse problem. Does it stop there? Hardly! Another book in the collection of 20+ that author Wolf offers as eBooks at Bookapy, which supports elderly writers like him seeking to supplement their social security. Every book < $6, vast majority under $5.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic Lesbian Heterosexual Fiction Humor Workplace Sharing Incest Group Sex Polygamy/Polyamory Swinging Anal Sex Cream Pie Double Penetration Exhibitionism Facial Masturbation Oral Sex Sex Toys Voyeurism
Two weeks after her revelation that she and my father had long-term affairs with the Wilkinsons, Parkers, and Todds, I was still reeling from what she’d told me. So many things dropped into place about their relationships with the others. She’d also revealed that they now all lived within walking distance of each other’s homes in Portland. I had known that the Wilkinsons did, but not that the Parkers and Todds did too. I thought they’d just moved ‘away’.
My mom asked to use the house as the base for some more shopping. This wasn’t unusual. We had many more stores and outlets available in the Boston area than Portland, Maine. When she was in the mood, she’d sometimes shown up weekly. This time, among other things, she was particularly looking for a credenza for just inside the entry from the front door of their home.
Mom arrived on Thursday midday, and had already stopped at two furniture stores by the time she found me at Harvard. She teased about whether I’d had a nooner with Frank. I admitted that I had indeed, and that it had been a warm and loving experience, and that I was feeling pretty mellow.
Knowing her plans, I’d ridden into the university with Steph, so I rode home as a passenger in mom’s car. I gave her a report about some of my research work, and then we were quiet for a bit as we wove our way over secondary streets to the Interstate.
After we were moving along, mom said, “I need to tell you something else about your dad’s and my background with the other couples – an admission of sorts.” She was blushing, so I knew what she was going to tell me would be really good.
Mom went on, “We didn’t live together, but we visited back and forth and made time for each other. The wives often slept over with the other men, sometimes for multiple days at a time.”
I gave her some slack, “Well, in a way, that’s what
Dirk, Jo, Russ, and I are doing with our transcontinental swap. The only difference is the distance involved between homes, I guess.”
Mom nodded, but kept her eyes on the road. “Well, this was a little different, because any one of the other men might also be your father.”
“WHAT?” I couldn’t fathom what she’d just admitted. She’d been so fucking slutty when I was conceived that she didn’t know who made her pregnant. Fuck!
I started to chant and shake my head, “No, no, no, no, no.” Damn, she’d just told me that I had an unknown father. I stared at her in disbelief.
I wondered what happened to my ‘real’ mother – the one that I thought was Miss Goody Two-Shoes.
Mom interrupted, “Well, when we decided to have kids across the group, all the women that wanted children – me included – stopped taking birth control precautions at the same time. We didn’t change our interactions with the men, which were frequent – just about daily with almost every man. Mostly, I was with your father, but I did routinely make love with the other men ... and women too. All the women were in the same boat. When we all got pregnant, we were aware of it within days of each other. We agreed to not say anything until the time was right. I think now is that time, at least with you.”
I was almost screaming, “You mean Jim Parker, George Wilkinson, or John Todd could be my father and not daddy?”
She sounded contrite. “Exactly. I’d prefer to say your biological father. Your daddy is always your daddy, at least I hope you’ll continue to think of him that way. I beg you to not change because of what I just told you.
“He has always loved you dearly, and you have never lacked for anything because of the other possibilities. If anything, all the adults overcompensated in paying attention to their ‘own’ child and to each other’s children because of the possibility. The father’s especially. You had a superb upbringing by him, more so than any other kid we knew about.”
Mom was right. Daddy had been exceptionally attentive and loving to me my entire life. He doted on me, and I felt more loved by him and a princess than any other kid felt loved by their father. I even had daddy fantasies in my late teens about him. He had become my Prince Charming.
Daddy had been the one that spent evenings with me doing homework, helping me become a critical thinker, coaching me about young men and dating, rehearsing roles with me when I did some school play, and helping me develop a healthy attitude about life.
Further, he really gave Russ the interrogation when he showed up as my boyfriend in high school. Russ finally passed muster, but the hurdles had been high. I understood why he applied some of those same criteria to Dirk the first few times they met. Dad loved me and wanted me safe and out of harm’s way.
Another thought suddenly struck me, “Holy Cow! You mean, I might have some half-sisters or -brothers – the children of those three families – that dad might have sired?”
Mom nodded, “True, but we don’t know, and actually it might be five other families given the time when I got pregnant and some of the other women got pregnant. We agreed that unless there was some major reason for it, we would never do paternity or DNA tests.”
“Hooooooly shhhhhhhhhiiiiiiiittttt.” I muttered. My head had just been mind-fucked. I wanted to be angry. I was intrigued, surprised, amazed, awed, happy, and lots of other emotions all at the same time. I think my head just turned off for a bit. I stared blindly ahead at the highway and tried to process her revelation.
“Five?” I eventually asked.
“You were very little when they had to move away from Boston for jobs and family responsibilities. There was Ken and Wendy Adams, and Walt and Mallory Sayres. They each had two children too, and we were pretty cavalier about who inseminated who at the time.
“We expected to always be together, and we agreed that we’d all be active in raising the brood of children – as we were until they had to move away. We keep in touch and do, but the intimacy is gone.”
“Fuck!” I muttered about a dozen times.
A long silence transpired in the car.
As we got off the Interstate and started on secondary roads to the house, I decided to reveal the rest of my secret life instead of dealing with more from my parents – or Mom and some mystery dad I barely knew.
With mom right at the dinner table, I shared her latest revelation to me with Dirk and Bree. They were suitably shocked, but didn’t say anything negative about Angie or the past decisions.
Instead, Dirk said, “You know, if Russ were to impregnant Jo, I wouldn’t be all that upset. I wouldn’t even think of divorcing or anything like that. I still love her, and I’d love that child as if it were my own.”
Bree teased, “You might get Julie pregnant too – or me.”
I shook my head. “Not at present, I’m double protected by the pill and an IUD. I’m managing my career for a couple more years before I want to allow for that event.”
After dinner, I had to be doing something physical, so I again took on kitchen duty to wash up and put leftovers away.
I brought the remnants of the wine over to the counter where my mother sat. I suddenly had the urge to even the score a little with some revelations of my own.
I took a deep breath. “Mom, I have a few things to share too.” She nodded for me to continue. “You know that I’ve gone out to the west coast to be with Russ and Jo several times. Well, the last two times the three of us went to a swinger’s party while I was there. I had a ball, just about fucked my little pussy into oblivion, and am sold on the idea of such gatherings.”
I continued, “Further, I don’t think I’ve ever said this to you, but I am ... fundamentally a nymphomaniac. I think about and need sex on a near constant basis.
“This fact, plus Russ having the equivalent problem as a male, is what led us to search for and then couple up with Dirk and Jo, and later Bree. We’re all that way. We need a lot – A LOT – of sex.
“That led me to my relationship with Frank. He really helps, but I also have loving feelings for him, not to displace Russ at all – or Dirk. They men all know about each other.
My mother chuckled. “I guess the apple didn’t fall too far from the tree.
Saturday morning, my mother found the perfect credenza at a furniture store in Needham. I’d gone shopping with her, hoping for still more revelations about her life.
The credenza was custom made, did not disassemble, and it took four strong men to worry the problem of fitting the unit into her car. They finally squeezed the unit into her car’s backseat; however, they had to pull out the back seat, and put that in the trunk. How she and my dad (father?) would ever get that out without more people was a mystery to me. Then, I thought, well they do have a lot of people and friends nearby.