Chapter 20: Dave’s Parents Visit

MEL

The discussion at dinner involved Dave, Cindy, Trish, Bridget, and me. The subject was single-couple or traditional relationships versus multi-partner relationships. We were laying out the landscape, knowing that we were all deep into the latter form of a relationship with each other.

Mel and I, especially, with Cindy and apparently Trish having moved in with us, were definitely in a multi-partner or polyamorous relationship.

Dave dropped one big generality, “The multi-partner stuff is highly complex.”

Bridget said, “But two complex people could also create a complex relationship between each other.”

He said, “If it got that complex with two people, I think it might fall apart. The battering complexities would lead to an inharmonious gap between the two people.

I asked, “Were we that way?”

“No. We both tried to adapt to each other, and now, with all of us together, even like this, we still try to adapt but it’s harder because you have to evaluate yourself vis-à-vis each other person, and try to find a place that’s harmonious for everyone because of your presence.”

Cindy said, “The dynamics between people in a relationship would cover their connection, intimacy, roles, and responsibilities. In a multi environment, those links are different between every possible combination. Doesn’t the complexity go up as the square of the number of people involved?”

Dave pulled out his cellphone. “Yes, I have it. I won’t bore you with the math, but for two people ... they share one link or bond. If I have this right, for 14 people, like we had at last Saturday’s party, there are 91 possible links or bonds. Each of those has all the dynamics that you just mentioned. You can see how the complexity rapidly expands with the number of people involved.”

Trish calmly asked, “Are you upset with the complexity in your home with Cindy and me living here?”

Dave shook his head, “Not one bit, but I defer to my wife on the same question.”

I shook my head, “No. I don’t know about the numbers, but the things within a link or bond are more important to me than the number. First, there has to be love and affection. If you value the bond, then you take steps to preserve it by changing behavior, communicating, and negotiating behaviors in the bond or link, and valuing the other people and their presence.”

Bridget said, “But you have to do those 91 times for the 14 of us?”

Dave said, “No, each of you only has to do that 13 times with each of the other people there. You plus the others equals the 14. But each of them is doing the same thing Forget the math. Just ‘feel’ the numbers.”

I asked Dave, “What was it in just our house before this started?”

“Ah, just within the family; four of us, each creating a bond with another, make six bonds. With two additions, such as Trish and Cindy, the number expands to fifteen. If Bridget is here, the number goes up to twenty-one.”

Dave said, “So, communicating and negotiation skills are crucial the more people you have in your circle of close friends. You do know the basics of both areas, right?” He looked at each of us with a grin.

Trish said, “What are they?”

Dave looked pleased that someone had asked. He started, “Just in overview, for communicating they are empathy, active listening, awareness of nonverbal cues, maintaining a calm atmosphere, validating that an accurate message was heard, and openness and honesty.

“For negotiating in a relationship, they are similar, plus problem-solving, fairness, flexibility, and compromise. In a negotiation you can be competitive or cooperative or passive or collaborative. In a relationship, I think you need to be honest and open about your stance.”

Trish twisted her hair with one hand, held her other hand over her heart, and batted her eyes at Dave, and said, “Oh, you know so much. You’re my hero.” The open flirt was intentional, over the top, and made us all laugh. I think he got the message that he was being a little too pedantic.

Dave said with a grin, “Then let me summarize. If I can’t blind them with brilliance, then I shall baffle them with bullshit’.” He got up and carried a few dishes into the kitchen and came back with the wine bottle and a can of beer for himself.

Despite it being midweek, Bridget stayed over in bed with Dave and me. Trish and Cindy took over the queen bed in what we called Cindy’s Room. The following morning was a normal work and school day. Near chaos reigned until we were all dressed and fed. Cindy drove the kids to school on her way to the university with Trish and Bridget. I was early to the office, and Dave was about on time at his job.

DAVE

Just after lunch, I got a surprise text from an overseas number that I didn’t recognize right away. I scanned the text message and re-read it five times to be sure I got all the nuances in it.

’Dear Dave and Melissa. Edwin and Chelsea here; I hope you remember us and the fun evenings we shared briefly over the Internet some months ago. Edwin has to come to the U.S. for work near you. I will be coming with him. We were hoping that we might visit you and maybe pick up where we left off, and even meet your group of friends that you spoke of. If this is a bad idea or you don’t wish further contact with us, just let us know with a one-word ‘stop’ text. Edwin’s trip is mid-March to early-April. XOXOX. Chelsea.’

I responded immediately, ’Message received. Lots to consider. Interesting idea. Will talk with the others in our lives and be back to you within a few days. XOXOX. Dave.’

Since we had a few weeks to respond, I decided to wait until I got home to talk about Edwin and Chelsea’s proposition. This was intriguing. I met Chelsea online when I was working on a challenge from the Sex List to have cybersex with somebody. Ultimately, Mel had been my cameraman as Edwin was for Chelsea, and then we just all joined in together and fucked on camera for each other. We repeated the event a couple of times, and we even shared a little about our group of friends that we called ‘swingers’. After all, we were all but anonymous to each other.

I actually felt kind of ambivalent about meeting the couple face-to-face. They had been pleasant enough, and we did have some rather blatant sexual fun, thanks to the Internet and a hook-up site that initially put us in touch. I knew I’d have to think more about the situation.

That evening, I showed Mel, Trish, and Cindy the texts from Chelsea and my reply. Mel went, “Hmmmm.” Cindy pointed at her and said, “What she said.” Trish shrugged; she hadn’t been around when we did that challenge so wasn’t on board. The two of us that were aware also wanted to think about it. Mel explained the situation to Trish.

I suggested they bring the subject up at the Girls’ Coffee Club on Saturday morning and see what the females of the group thought. I got nods from my lovers. I also made sure they had some pictures from our cyber-romp on their iPhones.

Saturday a.m., I mentioned it to Mike, Jim, Evan, and Ken when we got together for coffee and a brief playdate for our kids in Ken’s garage. They both shrugged and said, “Do it.” That was after showing a photo of the pretty Chelsea. They did remember the Online Challenge, and thought that if the two of them wanted to play some more, then so be it. Our group could provide that playground. Ken admitted he liked the idea of some new tail.

Mike did remind us to require some medical certification about sexual cleanliness. Coming from a college junior and fraternity rat, I thought that was a mark of adulthood. I congratulated him on some clear thinking and made note of the requirement.

I walked home, herding Beth and Scott in front of me. I fixed them lunch and then helped Mel put away groceries when she got home from her Girls’ Coffee Club and shopping.

Mel told me the ‘girls’ all through that we should invite Edwin and Chelsea to stay with us, fuck the daylights out of them, and bring them to our Saturday soiree for more of the same on a grander scale. The others were interested in both of them.

I asked my wife, “Are WE okay with this? Do you want to participate with them? It’s more of a commitment if they’re staying with us. Do we even have the room and the time to play hosts?”

“If Cindy and Trish help, yes. We could use their room. Don’t you think that they’ll want to visit some of the theme parks up in Orlando some days? Those are less than a two-hour drive.”

“I’ll communicate and see what’s on their minds.”

Cindy and Trish passed through the house on the way to the pool with our kids. The young adult women’s suits were barely legal and didn’t have any more material to them than my small daughter’s bathing suit, and she was about a third their size. They were hot women, no doubt.

Mel set about preparing some hors d’oeuvres to take with us tonight when we went to Ken and Ashley’s home for our usual get-together. I’d be able to work off any horniness that Trish or Cindy inspired then.

I put on my own bathing suit and joined the others beside the pool. Of course, I had my cellphone with me, so I composed a carefully worded message to Edwin and Chelsea. I sent that off to see what that might stir.

’E&C, Yes, come for visit. We can host at our house for a few days, and you’ll want to be sure you plan to be here for a Saturday Group Gathering. It’s much like what we described to you months ago, and we’ve added some new people bringing our numbers up to 14 if everyone cums. Two of our group of friends live with us (hot students). Also, please watch these two videos with the links in my next message and see whether you recognize anyone. The one with ten or so of us is most of the group. We wanted to know about your plans while here, too. Do you plan to head to Orlando or other places to play as a tourist? Let us know your plans. XOXOX, D&M.’

I got a reply almost immediately. ’Great news. Will be back in-touch soon with details. XOXOX E&C.’

About then, we got a surprise.

MEL

I’d just changed into my bikini to join the others at the patio and pool when the doorbell rang. No one in our circle of friends rang the bell; they just came in. I went to the door in my bathing suit with a towel around my shoulders.

Dave’s parents stood there with smiles on their faces. His mom said, “Hi! Just thought we’d drop by.” They sounded so cheerful and were bubbly about their rare and unannounced visit. I felt like I’d just gotten caught with my hand in the cookie jar.

They brushed past me into the house and then the family room, and looked around. With two kids and four adults living in the house, it always looked lived in, although we did work on ‘neat’ occasionally. Cindy and Trish each had obvious study areas in the living room, and those had open books, laptops, papers, and drinks and snacks around them in those two corners.

Of course, we sometimes ‘partied’ in the room, so some of the furniture was adaptable to lots of sex, like the three sofas facing our faux fireplace and TV in our family room. I did a panic look around worried about anything of sexual nature, but I’d done that ten times just for our kids.

Bob and Mary were both babbling away about going out for a joy ride after they’d had an early lunch and ending up near us. They thought it’d be fun to see the grandkids and pay us a short visit.

I blurted out and tried to sound cheerful and glad to see them, “Well, we’re all out back. I was just about to swim. Do you have suits?”

Mary said, “Oh, no. We’ll just sit awhile and watch you folks. We can talk.”

The three of us walked out to the patio. I led them outside and announced in my loud, pay-attention voice, “Look who came to visit.”

Dave bounced out of his chair to greet his mom and dad. At least he smiled and looked happy to see them. I could also see the underlying panic also on his face. Behind him, in miniscule bathing suits that had turned nearly transparent when wet were Trish and Cindy. They looked at each other and slowly came forward. Behind them in the pool, Beth and Scott were just starting to swim to the side to get out.

Dave ignored the near nudity and introduced Cindy and Trish to his parents. I thought Bob was going to lose it right then. His eyes rapidly wandered over every square inch of both teen bodies in about one microsecond, and then he repeated to be sure he hadn’t missed anything important. Their damn suits were just shy of transparent.

Both young women’s breasts were pushing through their suits with erect nipples and obvious areolas. Both of them also had cultivated small landing strips on their mons, and that bit of darker wiry hair also showed through the thin material along with the forward part of their slits. The rest of their bodies were beautiful, unblemished, curvy skin, perfectly arranged to complement their beautiful faces. Their hair was back in wet ponytails at that point.

Bob was stuttering in reply to the introductions and his tongue had already twisted around five times and started to loll out the side of his mouth. Even Mary seemed entranced with their beauty and near nudity, although I sensed disapproval.

I wondered how my husband would finesse explaining the two hot, nubile eighteen-year-olds. We’d never told either of our parents that we had ‘live-ins’. I was chuckling, since this would be Dave’s show, but I’d help out, as required.