Transcontinental: Temporary Husbands, Temporary Wives
Copyright© 2025 by Wolf
Chapter 20: Angie and Bill
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 20: Angie and Bill - 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
Dirk ended up sleeping between Angie and me. The two of them woke me up in the middle of the night fucking again. I was left to guess who initiated that short liaison. I just lay beside them and watched, as I stroked my own pussy, thankful that we left a dim light on near the bathroom.
First thing in the morning, I texted Russ on the west coast asking him to call me when he had gotten up and had a cup of coffee. He called my cell at 7:30 a.m. his time and 10:30 a.m. in Dillon. We switched over to video calls using our cellphones. I was in my sexy robe, and he was naked with Jo shuffling around her kitchen, also naked, behind him.
I told Russ about the rest of the new revelations between my mother and me from the night before, and then the sex that we shared the rest of the evening with Bree.
“Russ, first off Angie told me that when she was younger she used to do porn photographs with a couple of photographers near where she lived. She told me she’d spend all day fucking one of them, as they took photo after photo. No videos, thank heaven. Old days; retro porn today.
“Next, I learned that my father is as big a slut as she was ... or is. When she stays overnight with us, he’s with some other wife fucking her lights out. Moreover, they’re both as horny and hung-up on sex as we are.
“I told her about the weekend orgies we started with Dirk, Bree, and me, plus Frank, Rene, Joe, and Stephanie. Somewhere along the line, she asked whether she could fuck Dirk. As a result, we did a little game that led to that happening. Bree and I also got intimate with her, and vice versa. I just thought you should know all that.”
Russ was chuckling. “So, the apple didn’t fall far from the tree?”
“My mom said the same thing about me. You’re not angry with me are you?”
“Absolutely not. If anything, I’m disappointed in your parents that they didn’t share this information until you were over thirty. Strange.”
Russ asked about details of our little fuck fest the night before. I also told him that the others were coming later, and we’d do the usual group get-together plus Angie. He asked about my dad. Interesting thought.
Frank arrived about eleven-thirty in the morning. Angie had him in bed five minutes later giving him a blowjob, and they started fucking five minutes after that. Frank looked happy to have some new pussy, even if it rated as ‘mature’.
My mother looked ecstatic. Frank was a satisfying lover, in part because he was a little oversized in all dimensions, and also because he was attentive, knew just the right kind of dirty talk to use, and understood a woman’s body and hot buttons so that he could make it hum with orgasms.
The pair came downstairs to lunch about one o’clock: my mother in one of my robes that showed more than it hid. Frank wore in his boxers and a t-shirt. Dirk had just come inside from some outdoor work on the house, replacing a couple of outside light bulbs, I think. Bree and I were putting together a grocery list so we could later do a large dinner for everyone.
I said, “Steph and Joe will come over about five o’clock for dinner and other fun activities. They had to go up to New Hampshire to see his parents for the day. They’re quite excited to meet you ... Angie ... and to enjoy your company for the evening.”
Frank chimed in, “I forgot to tell you Rene will be coming too, sometime this afternoon. She wanted in on the party when I told her what you had planned for the day ... and night. I didn’t tell her about your mother being here.”
Angie asked, “Rene? You haven’t mentioned her.”
Frank volunteered, “She’s my sister.”
Angie’s eyebrows raised. She said, “Oooooooh, yeah.”
I explained, “Yes, they have a sexual relationship. She’s beautiful too, as you’ll see. If we’re going to break a few rules, we may as well break all of them.”
Angie said, “In that case, we should get your father down here. He will be royally pissed that he missed this if we don’t ask him.”
I said, “Call him. Tell him to haul ass down here.” Russ’ idea of involving him was prescient. Frank was chuckling at the idea.
I had always had a thing for my father. Even into my teen and early adult years, I loved to snuggle up with him on the sofa, and Dad encouraged it. We never did anything ‘inappropriate,’ but I had a yen to touch and be held by him. As Mom had spoken, I conjured up an image of what having sex with my father would be like, and it was pretty good; in fact, it was highly erotic and loving. I guess I have a ‘Daddy Complex’.
From the second I heard my mother suggest to my father that he join us, my mind started doing flip-flops I was so excited. I forgot about everything else in the world except being intimate with him.
A minute later, I heard my mother on her cellphone saying to my father, “Well, if you want to make love to Julie for the first time, you’d better get your butt down to Dillon right now. She’s interested and horny – like the rest of us.” I could imagine his response. I’d already heard her telling him about the others at the house and how she’d gotten ‘involved’ with everyone.
Dad was thin but muscular, and despite being in his mid-fifties, he was still athletic, taking daily jogs, doing some weights, bicycling long distances, and swimming year around at an indoor pool. He used to have six-pack abs, but those faded over the years as a concession to aging. He was also handsome, with increasing gray around his temples and that square jaw that I find irresistible in all men. Russ had the same square jaw look and would probably get salt and pepper hair like dad as he got to the same age. I wondered how age had affected my father’s sexual endurance and recovery times. I guessed that I’d get to find out later that day by trial and error. I felt excited at the prospect.
Mom pulled me aside after breakfast. “Honey, are you all right with all of this – me and my sexual predilections? Your father? I’ve dumped a lot on your plate recently, not that you didn’t return the favor, but I can imagine it being a shock when you discover that your parents are sexual animals just like everyone else.”
I told her, “You did successfully shock me, I admit. I had thought at one point that you and dad might be up to something with the Parkers, but I never thought it involved your whole crowd of friends. I sort of discounted there being sex involved too. It’s sort of like I started to form the thought, but didn’t complete the job.”
She said, “Well, don’t get all over wrought by my behavior. Lord knows, I’ve been doing this kind of stuff since I was fourteen.”
“Fourteen!?”
“Yeah, I got started kind of early. I met an ‘older boy’ and he showed me the ways of the world, and I loved the sex. He only lasted a few months, but he taught me a lot. After that, I really got into the game. For a while, I was initiating boy after boy into a life of sex and fulfillment; I think I did more than three-quarters of the guys in my high school class. On a daily basis, I never lacked for satisfaction.”
I gasped, “My God, you really were a slut.”
Mom laughed and pushed her chest out, “And proud of it, too.”
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