Chapter 44: Disastrous Arrival Home

DAVE

Brad’s large plane came back to St. Croix in order to fly a large group of us home after his wedding to Lisa. I sat next to Lisa’s mother on the plane, a hot MILF named Jeannie Rendall.

Jeannie was overjoyed about her daughter’s marriage and even commented about looking forward to grandchildren at some day. She and George, her husband, had also met my parents and they’d spent some time with them, even going off to another resort for dinner one evening.

Somewhere over the Atlantic, Jeannie gave me a shock. “I know you and Lisa like to fuck. Be kind to her, and please know that her mother wouldn’t mind joining into the same relationship with her friends that she has. Her father, too.”

I whirled around in my seat and looked at the pretty older woman. I guessed she was in her early fifties. George had appeared older when I met him, but that wasn’t unusual for guys that age.

I tried to think of about ten-thousand things to say. I couldn’t even form a reply. Brain reboot required.

Jeannie added to my shock. “My other daughter, Barb, would also love to participate, but she lives too far away to do so regularly. Maybe she could be a guest every now and then. I live closer, not too far from your parents, actually. Maybe we could carpool over for Saturday nights, if you’ll let us.

“Barb really liked you, and hopes to make love with you some more. You apparently do very endearing things with the women you fuck. Please be sure I’m on your ‘to do list’ sooner rather than later.”

I politely nodded as though she told me she liked black coffee rather than tea. I tried to keep my cool. Finally, I said, “Talk to Lisa – or Brad, but she’d be your sponsor or gateway or whatever it might be called.”

“Would you vote for me?”

For some reason that question made me laugh. I teased, “Yes, but you have to do something to win my vote. There is a casting couch interview.”

She broke into a large grin. “Oh, goody. With all the men? I hope so. I’d love to try out everyone on the way in.”

I had an idea, “An alternative is to start your own group. My parents, Bob and Mary, would help, and so would Mel and I. We have one spin-off group already, mostly students at the university.”

“Errr, Mary already told me all about it. She said you call it Sex Club II. I think that’s so descriptive of a spinoff. Just so you know, I’d love to be with some students, too.”

I asked, “How did you happen to know about what our secret lives are?”

“Well, for one, most of the women in the group wear those upside-down pineapple necklaces. Very nice, and I know what that indicates. More explicitly, however, Lisa told Barb, and Barb is an open book. That led to me talking to Lisa about what she and Brad were doing. At first, I didn’t want her doing anything that would jeopardize her budding relationship with her fiancé. After that, I just asked increasingly out of prurient interest. I told her I was interested, but didn’t push until now.”

“Why now?”

“George and I watched you all fucking on the beach on St. Croix. It was the most arousing thing that I’ve ever seen.”

“YOU WATCHED?”

“Ssssssh. Quiet. Yes, I’d already figured out that Mary and Bob were part of your clan. We watched them go off with many of you after the wedding dinner. We were wide awake, so followed surreptitiously. George had to pry me from behind the grove of trees we were in to go home and to bed. He fucked me while we watched all of you. I could even see that you fucked Barb and Lisa. We were pretty close. I thought somebody would see us, but nobody ever said anything.”

I couldn’t add anything to the conversion. I reached over and held Jeannie’s hand, and didn’t let go until we landed. She put her head on my shoulder and I kissed her temple. I figured that would do for now.

MEL

We’d left our car in a free lot on the general aviation side of the local airport. We collected our luggage on the tarmac and got it through the gate and into the car. I called home and got my mother on the phone, “Hi. We’re at the airport about to head home. Do we need anything? There’s a grocery store on the way.”

My mother was clipped with me. “No. Nothing. Just come home.” Her tone kind of bothered me because she was normally very chatty and happy to talk. I wondered whether the week with our kids had done her in.

We drove home, following Ken and Ashley who lived two doors down from us. I got an armload of stuff and went into the house from the garage. I noted that the children weren’t around, otherwise they’d be all over us.

Dave came in with some of the luggage.

I found my parents in the living room sitting together in chairs facing the sofa.

I asked, “Where are the kids?”

My mother, Sofia, said, “They’re with Willow and Tracy playing at the Miller’s house for a bit. They wanted some playtime, so we let them join the fray down there. Besides, we have to talk to the two of you. Please come and sit.” She gestured to the sofa. She also wasn’t smiling. Something was wrong.

Dave and I sat, and I was quickly getting a bad feeling about this. At first, I wasn’t sure what was going on, but then I guessed – accurately, too. There were very dark and ominous clouds in the room.

My father, Earl, said, “We learned something about the two of you that is both shocking and a huge disappointment. We are obviously referring to the fact that you two are swingers in a large group of other men and women that often meet at your house or other homes in the neighborhood.”

Yep, good guess. Got it in one. I just said, “Oh.” I tried to put a little inflection on it, as though so say, “So, what?” or “Whatever.” The rest of my brain was in high gear determining what to say. I’m sure that Dave was in the same situation. I didn’t dare look at him.

My mother said, “What do you have to say for yourselves?”

I shrugged and glanced at Dave. He was looking at me. After all, they were MY parents.

I said, “Nothing. How did you find out?”

My mother spoke again, “We befriended your next-door neighbors. Once they got going, they had a lot to say about your parties. They went on and on, in quite specific terms, about the sex parties on your patio.

“Then, they informed us that the neighbors on the other side of them, where the children are playing, also host sex parties – and that both of you attend. There is apparently another family or two also involved from the neighborhood, as well as many other people.”

She stood and then came and leaned in, right to our faces. “THERE’S MORE. We learned that you have three young women living with you. Your own children know that they take turns sleeping in your bed. How long have you been as outrageously immoral like this? As the kids say now, W. T. F.”

That made me remember that our lovers were due home at any second. I should let them know. I boldly took my phone out and texted the three of them. ’911. 911. STAY AWAY FROM HOME. TROUBLE HERE. D&M.’

I quickly got an ‘OK’ reply followed by ‘?????’. They were all in the same car with their luggage. At least, they wouldn’t have to sit and get a load of shit from my parents.

My senses were gradually returning after the confrontations. My mother had started pacing, but had moved away from being in our face.

I said, “Well, I didn’t know our neighbors were peeping toms. In order to see what’s going on at our house like they reported, they would have had to go to the far end of their yard in the shrubbery and lean over the fence. Odd that they went to so much trouble.” I paused and added, “I guess now that they know, we won’t have to be as careful.

My father chimed in, “We failed you as parents for you to think that what you’ve been doing is acceptable behavior. Where are your values? Sex is not some cheap commodity that you throw around with people. We raised you not to be a slut or tramp, but from what we heard you are deep into being one. We don’t want you to pursue your cheap and trashy lifestyle. Immediately separate from your supposed friends and clean-up your lives.”

As they often did, both my parents triggered the anger that they often stirred within me. I was kept on a short lease as a child, and couldn’t wait to get away to college. Of course, some of what went on even before I left home, they didn’t know about. Back then, just about anything they said to me resulted in my anger and separation from them.

My mother picked up the rant about giving and sharing sex as one of the worst things in the world. She also edged on calling me a disgraced woman and a slut or tramp. Little did she know.

Perhaps it was the bubble breaking from the wonderful week away we’d just had. I snapped and I also made a value judgement about them. If I never saw them again in my life, I could probably be happier than having them in my life.

I said, “So, you don’t know about Dixie Sparks? I thought everybody in the neighborhood knew.” I left that hint hanging.

“AND, let me say further, that my values are just fine. I have a loving, non-traditional family, and also a loving extended family. Our children are some of the best adjusted and cared for in the universe. Everyone in this house loves them. They have not one, but four loving mothers. They also have another loving set of grandparents and several others of that age group are applying for the job.

“We do not need, nor do we want, your opinions or judgments about our private lives. We are grateful for your attention this past week to our children. I hope you haven’t upset them in any way by filling their heads with your opinions about our family or our behavior.”

I waited to see whether they would respond. I finally asked, “Did you? What did you say to Beth and Scott?”

My mother said defensively, “We told them it was very inappropriate for you to have three young women living with you, and that the parties you went to were not the healthiest for you to be involved in.”

DAVE

I’d taken about all I could from my in-laws, especially hearing that they were poisoning my children with a set of rules and tenets and comments that were their own.

Mel was doing well standing her ground, but I figured it was time to step in.

I stood in my anger and said, “Then we will have to immediately work to undue your influence on our children. What you said and did with them was way over the line. I have been quiet to this point, but I will speak up now. First, thank you for babysitting this past week, and, yes, we had a ball at the wedding in St. Croix.

“Second, you are NEVER to push YOUR views of what OUR family should or shouldn’t be like without talking to us first. You had no right to say any of those things to Beth or Scott. I may never – NEVER – forgive you for that!

“Third, I am asking you to leave this house immediately. Please get your bags, if you haven’t already. I will help you put them in your car, and you will then drive away AND keep your opinions and judgments to yourself. If, and that’s a BIG IF, we want to be in contact with you again, we will be the ones to initiate that contact – NOT YOU.

“What you just said and did is awkward and discomforting, not about us, but about YOU and YOUR BEHAVIOR in seeking out and feeding off the gossip our neighbors could offer you. You both are no longer welcome in this home.”

I crossed my arms and glared at both of them. I had seen their suitcases in the dining room. I didn’t know if they were packed or whether they had other things.

There was some sputtering.

Mel said, “I agree. We will contact you IF we want to see or tell you anything. Please leave now.” Good; we were kicking them out.

Mel’s parents stood without a word and went to get their suitcases. They were huffing and puffing and mumbling something fierce. I picked up their things and pushed out the front door, striding to the back of their car. Thankfully, the car was unlocked and I threw the cases into the back and shut the car tailgate.

I walked back into the house shunning the two of them as they came out of the house with a couple of other smaller bags and Sofia’s large purse. They looked pissed, but not as pissed as I was for them prying into our private lives and meddling with my children.

They got in the car without another word and drove away. They were mad and disappointed in their daughter and son-in-law. I was spitting mad at them.

I went and hugged Mel. I was surprised that she was also angry at them, more than she’d showed. I thought they’d make her cry, but she toughed out the situation and ended up in a rage about them.