Transcontinental: Temporary Husbands, Temporary Wives
Copyright© 2025 by Wolf
Chapter 21: Couplings
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 21: Couplings - 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
Rene blushed at my mother’s compliment. The two women shook hands as Angie sashayed into the kitchen, swishing the robe to draw attention to her sexy legs and body. Of course, she was wearing some of my CFM heels too. After shaking hands, Angie pulled Rene to her for a hug and a more significant kiss that Rene got into right away.
When they pulled apart, Rene ran her finger around our circle and said, “You’ve been eating pussy too – the same one Frank was eating ... and how do you fit into this sexual group?”
Angie laughed and pointed at herself and then me; she said, “Mother-daughter.”
Rene pulled back a little and said, “Wow. Cool. You look so young.”
My mother laughed and said, “Oh, I love you. Thank you. It’s the sex. Years and years of fucking my brains out and rubbing raw cum into my skin pores.” My mother apparently could be ‘raw’ at times.
We all laughed, but I had the feeling that there was some truth to what she said. I fucked almost every day since I’d discovered sex, and people were always carding me in restaurants and mistaking me for an undergrad around campus unless I was dressed up and had tried to look ‘faculty’, so I looked at least ten years younger than my true age. A week earlier someone thought I was Bree’s younger sister.
About that time my father came into the room wearing a pair of Russ’ running shorts and a t-shirt. He looked not only rested; he looked ‘hot’ and desirable. He’d fallen asleep after our first sexual interlude together. Now, he looked ready to go another round with someone.
Rene looked at him and me, and asked, “Father?”
I nodded and added, “Bill. He’s a good fuck too. We did the deed a couple of hours ago for the first time.” I introduced him to Rene, and they hugged.
Rene turned back to her brother with a laugh, “I feel more comfortable in this group every day. I thought we might be the only people in the universe having an incestuous relationship.”
Dirk appeared with Bree, and he together with Frank and my father decided to grill some steaks. My Mom and I whipped up a salad, and Bree and Rene did some side dishes and set the table for the nine of us.
Steph and Joe showed up a half hour later with four bottles of wine while the steaks were cooking. I’d sent Steph an email describing at a high level the most recent things that I’d learned from my mother – from Angie – and what generally had been going on.
Steph pulled me aside and whispered, “Did you do it? Did you fuck your dad?”
I nodded enthusiastically, “Yes, and we’re all supposed to call him Bill and my mother Angie. He was good, and I definitely want to do him again and again, but for now I’d like him to sample some of the other goodies in the store, so to speak.”
Steph eyed my handsome father outside on the back deck wearing his winter coat but still in shorts, “Do you want me to do him? He looks like a hunk of a guy. I bet he’s really good, plus you said he’s been in a swinger group for three decades. I can’t wait.”
Dinner was riotous affair, with multiple cross-table conversations going on at once. My parents turned out to be quite chatty and interested in learning about everyone they hadn’t met, and people were exceptionally interested in their lifestyle and the long-term relationships they confessed to having been in for decades.
Listening to my parents more than the others, I learned that they held a unique model about the lifestyle and their friends. My dad tried to summarize in a conversation he was having with Bree and Rene. They had been hanging on dad’s every word, almost as though they were hungry for some anchoring philosophy from the guru. They got him talking about the dimensions of mind, body, and spirit in relationships, and how he integrated that into what appeared to an outsider as a swinging lifestyle, but inside the relationship had all the components in a loving relationship.
My parents had schooled me in that part of the philosophy years earlier around the time Russ and I were in college together but still in our teens, so I started to clear the table. I just never related it to them having a group of friends that they were intimate with.
Frank jumped up to help me clear, put the excess food away, and fill the dishwasher. Mom ferried things from the dining room to the kitchen. We were finished in record time.
Steph put the make on my father after dinner, flirting outrageously with him. Rene got in the act too, and soon after, the three of them quietly disappeared leaving six of us sitting around the living room. After they left, we all grinned at each other.
My mother bluntly propositioned Joe, who accepted the offer of fresh pussy from a hot MILF. They went off to the guest room for their hook-up. I latched onto Dirk, and Frank cozied up to Bree. Soon the four of us were naked and coupled next to each other on our long sofa. When we could, Bree and I would kiss and make out as the two men plowed their cocks in our pussies in various positions. We switched partners a few times to keep things interesting.
I kept thinking how much I loved this lifestyle. I’d been horny for as long as I could remember. Sex had always fascinated me, and now I had this beautiful family and group of friends that loved the activity as much as I did. I wondered if I should list sex or fucking as a hobby or outside activity in my professional resume.
Joe and Angie appeared about a half hour after Bree and I had worn out the men. Joe was obviously worn out too. A few minutes after that, Rene, Steph, and my father appeared. We were all naked and glowing with that freshly fucked look.
Steph said, “Do you know your fifty-five-year-old father can keep two young horny women highly satisfied?” She pulled his arm around her, and planted one of his hands squarely on a breast. “He knows how to deliver more orgasms per hour than anyone I’ve met – even Dirk.” Joe made a face at her.
Rene chimed in, “I second all that. I’m dripping too. He cums a lot, and I like that in a man. It gives you a reminder for a little while about the really sexy time you had together.”
Angie said, “Oh, let me clean you up.”
I noticed that Rene sidestepped the offer by suggesting that Angie start with Steph. Rene immediately disappeared to one of our bathrooms to clean up. I’d seen a couple of situations where Rene had turned down sapphic interplay.
On that note, the remaining four women created a mass of writhing flesh in the middle of the deep pile carpet in the living room while the men watched and tried to re-stimulate themselves to the ‘ready’ status. Angie led the effort by sucking every drop of her husband’s cum from Steph’s sweet pussy, and in the process gave her three more orgasms. Bree, Steph, and I played too.
We coupled up in our various bedrooms for the night. Stud that he was proving to be; my father took Bree and me to bed with him. He made love to both of us for over an hour before he got off with Bree. Elsewhere in the house, Dirk and Steph, Frank and Angie, and Joe and Rene bedded down, or whatever else they decided to do. The weekend was shaping up really well.
By agreement, Russ and I didn’t talk until Sunday night east coast time. He knew that Dirk and I were hosting a little sex party. We did a video call from my large desktop, and when we connected I could see Jo and Russ sitting there smiling at me. I knew Jo wanted to talk to her husband, and would probably ask to do that after Russ and I were finished. I had all these surprises for Russ, and for Jo if she cared to listen in, so I waited patiently for the two of them to finish giving me the ‘west coast’ update.
Russ finally asked the magic question, “So what’s been happening there since we talked on Thursday? How was your mom’s visit?”