Chapter 26: Parents Again

MEL

The next two week were pretty normal for the Janson family – almost.

I helped close on two large and expensive houses, meaning I would get a hefty check in about six weeks for my share of the proceedings after various things cleared the banks and passed contractual deadlines.

I had some wonderful times with my children, even participating one day in a school event for moms and kids.

I bought Dave a new car – a large SUV that could hold the seven of us that the family appeared to have become.

I found time to make two new feature length videos with Ron Tensen and company. One involved me in lesbian relationship with Bridget – a fun day that was easy to take for both of us; and a second film where a man about my age named Chuck and I fundamentally fucked away a leisure afternoon in every conceivable sexual position. Ron rushed them into editing.

The reason for the rush was that the three prior videos that I’d appeared in were selling like hotcakes in each market segment they were in. Ron was a middle man, in a way, since he didn’t have a dozen websites promoting adult entertainment. He had one, and sold the videos to other franchises, even some out of the country. He wanted to tout my videos while I was riding a desirable crest.

On another front, Wendy was around the house whenever she wasn’t on campus attending classes. Dave helped her set up a study carrell in the living room where Cindy and Trish had theirs. As we’d done for Cindy and Trish, we bought a new desk and Mac computer for her to use.

Wendy also went with me to the film studio and watched me get railed by Chuck in my couple video. She didn’t stay for the whole film event, since she had to study for final exams, but she watched attentively for ninety minutes.

Later, Wendy praised my brazenness and courage to do such videos and put them out there. As she complimented me, I sensed some hero worship on her part. Here I was trying to be a role model for the girls about a decade younger, and I was doing porn. I wasn’t sure that was a good thing to model.

DAVE

I spent some time cheerleading and coaching Wendy, Trish, and Cindy as they got into final exam week at the college. They didn’t need help with the subject matter for each of their exams, and I’m not sure that I would have been any good at it. What they did need was love, encouragement, and pep talks about how good they were. They told me that I was probably doing better than their studying.

We did have a minor shock on a Sunday afternoon. After calling, my parents stopped by the house for a visit, primarily with their grandchildren – at least that’s what they said. When the mutual novelty of that experience wore off and the kids went off to play in their rooms, Bob and Mary joined the rest of us in the house on the patio beside the pool. The rest of us included Mel, Cindy, Trish, Wendy, and me.

As usual, the four women of the house were barely dressed in their bikinis. They’d each been swimming so their suits, what there was of them, were kind of transparent. This time none of us blanched at the revelations. I figured it was what it was.

My father took advantage of his dark sunglasses to shield his ogling the female bodies and pulchritude nearby. The only problem was his head constantly jerked from girl to girl, including Mel, and aimed directly at the desired targets so everyone knew he was staring at barely clad breasts, asses, or overall bodies. This visit must have also been timed so that Cindy and Trish weren’t into their college coursework. They hadn’t known about Wendy until I did introductions.

Walking through the house, I could see my mother make note that there was an added study center in the living room. That alone tipped her off that Wendy was likely living with us on a pretty steady basis. We’d already confessed that Cindy and Trish were living with us.

Wendy and Trish made margaritas while the rest of us chatted about innocuous things, so we were soon enjoying their workmanship.

Mary took a sip of her drink and smiled. “Thank you, Wendy and Trish. These are marvelous.” I was sure her smile was genuine.

Also, about that time, my mother spotted the matching diamonds on Cindy’s finger. That might have provoked a question but then she saw the identical ring on Trish’s finger. She was about to say something, but then stopped herself to think for a moment. Long ago, I’d learned that my mother thinking was sometimes a bad thing.

Mary finally turned to Mel and me. She gestured between the two of us and then Cindy and Trish, and asked, “How’re things between you and Mel, the four of you, or maybe I should say you five – counting in Wendy, and ... oh, your group of friends and neighbors that you have sex with? I also note that Wendy doesn’t have an engagement ring, so that too piques my interest in your lives.” She smiled.

BOMBSHELL. BOOM. My brain splattered against the side of the house.

My heart had also stopped. Mel instantly paled. Cindy and Trish froze in position each with their drinks halfway to their mouths. Wendy looked worried. Bob looked amused at his wife and curious about our responses.

The admission of guilt overtook all of us. All of us were silent and in shock at the question and its accurate portrayal of our secret lives.

Mary just looked from person to person, expecting one of us to reply. Our responses and silence confirmed all the assumptions in her question and more. The three teens had shifted to look at Mel and me to see what we’d say.

After over a minute or more, she again spoke. “Bob and I figured out what was going on in your lives. I don’t mean to embarrass you, but I do want to ensure that your marriage, relationships, and the children are all in a harmonious state, without the possibility of something negative happening. Is an intervention of some kind needed?”

Again, there was a long silence. Mel and I were simultaneously nodding and shaking our heads in understanding of and response to what my mother had said.

I ventured, “Thank you for your concern. I think we’re all doing pretty well on all counts – very well, actually.”

Mel stuttered, “You figured us out? How?” Now, there was an admission.

Mary and Bob both laughed. She explained, “It was a combination of things. The last time we were here, weeks ago, it was no secret that you two plus Cindy and Trish were a group event. We also could see right away that whatever was going between you was also sexual. You looked at each other with both love and lust, and we were certain it wasn’t unrequited from either side. You’d acted guilty like we’d caught you, and we had without knowing it.

“As for the knowing that you, your friends here, and your neighbors all have a sexual relationship ... well, I confess, we came by last night. There were a few cars parked in your driveway and in front of the house, so we had to park a house or two away. We walked up, and it was dark. We’d had a late dinner with friends we rarely see, and hoped to see if we could mooch a place to stay overnight.”

Bob said, “We apologize for snooping, but we almost couldn’t help it. The curtains on your front window weren’t closed all the way. We didn’t want to intrude if you were having a dinner party or something ... and it turned out to be the ‘or something’. We watched for maybe five minutes.

“We peered in from your front walk and saw a lot of naked people, doing things that naked people like to do with each other. I pulled Mary away, and instead of dropping by for a few minutes on the way home, we just went and got a motel room out by the Interstate.”

We were all kind of speechless. Our silence was nearly deafening. Mel and I had at first tried to be stoic, but eventually nodded, acknowledging their deductions and their reconnaissance discoveries.

I said, “There’s a long introduction and explanation as to what you saw was happening, as well as who and why each person was participating. I’ll share that eventually. First, though, I want you to know that what you saw has only strengthened and expanded the love that Mel and I have for each other, and that we share with Cindy, Trish, and that is starting to encompass Wendy.

“Matter of fact, there is a lot of love between all of the people that you saw us with last night. Our Saturdays are times when we reconnect with all the people that we love. That’s what you saw.”

Mel then sighed deeply and said, “There’s more you should know, since you know as much as you do.” She looked to be sure the children were occupied at the pool and out of earshot. She started calling up something on her phone and obviously prepared to pass it to Mary. I knew what she was revealing.

MEL

My brain was hyperactive, and I hadn’t even had any of the margaritas yet.

Dave’s mother had just dropped a bomb on us. She’d figured out that we were sexual and intimate with Cindy and Trish, and probably Wendy, and she somehow knew about our Sex Club. She confessed to having seen us in action from our front porch. We’d been inside the night before because of the outside heat; everyone wanted air conditioning.

I knew that my goose was cooked. I also knew that I had to confess the rest of my sins to them before they doled out whatever penance would be required of us. I couldn’t tell whether Mary’s smile was genuine or not. Bob looked surprised that his wife had confronted us the way she had.

Fuck, they knew almost everything, except one important thing.

I had to tell them about my porn videos. Better they find out from me rather than some thirty-party telling them what their daughter-in-law had been doing.

I held my hand up to command attention, “Some of us in our group have proven to have a modicum of acting ability. Through some friends, we decided to do something racy, bodacious, and high sexual. Of those in our group, I was not the first, nor the most recent, but we’ve all been doing something that you might find interesting. All of us, in fact, have appeared in a related video. You can get the idea from that one that you’re looking at.”

Bob and Mary glued their eyes to the small screen on my cellphone as I handed the phone to Dave’s mother. I let them watch a few minutes of the group orgy video. I’d scrolled to the middle of the video where a lot of intense fucking and swapping was going on. Bob and Mary were shocked and silent, their eyes as big as saucers.

I then reached over and took my smart phone back. A few stabs at the screen, and I passed it back to them again, this time playing showing my first video where I was getting the stuffing fucked out of me by Jake and Deke, the men in the film. I gave them three minutes with that one, and then took my phone back and turned the video off. I didn’t say anything.

Dave’s mother surprised all of us when she politely asked, “Would you send me the link to those videos or tell us where we could see more of what you and your group have done? I’m sure that Bob and I will want to appreciate your sideline career some more.”

I couldn’t tell whether there was a ton of sarcasm in her request and reference to my ‘sideline career’. Oddly, I didn’t think there was.