Pushing Boundaries
Copyright© 2026 by Fanlon
Chapter 6
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 6 - Spending Christmas with the kids meant dealing with his difficult ex. Earlier limits remained in place...but those old-fashioned rules wouldn't stop Amber from celebrating the holidays the way she wanted. Sometimes, you just have to push the boundaries to get what you really wanted, right?
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft Ma/ft mt/Fa Mult Incest Mother Son Father Daughter Swinging Nudism
I returned from the grocery store to find Mandy alone at the kitchen table, going through a couple of familiar shoe boxes open in front of her. She looked up and smiled as I put the grocery bags on the counter. Then she moved to help as I started unloading them. For better or worse, Mandy still stored most things in the same place they’d been kept when we were together. We worked quickly, but I looked around.
“Where are the kids?” I asked.
“In their rooms.”
“Ah.”
We finished getting all the food put away, and Mandy sat back down in front of the shoe boxes. They contained the photos we’d taken over the years and not gotten around to putting into albums. Many were Polaroids, and some had been developed by a nudist friend who had his own dark room. Family photos for households like ours were tricky, and you needed to be incredibly careful who you allowed access to develop them if you didn’t do so yourself. There was no end to the danger things like that could cause.
“We never went through these before you left,” Mandy said, flipping through a stack of polaroids, glancing at each before setting them aside in different piles. “I thought I’d see if there were any I wanted to keep for myself before giving you the rest of them.”
My irritation flared. The thought that she believed she could just take the ones she wanted without any input from me, frankly, pissed me off. I was just about to snap back at her, but I held myself in check and tamped down my anger. What really got under my skin was the fact that she’d had plenty of time to do this. I’d been gone after all, and I never would’ve known.
“How about we go through them together?” I offered, doing my best to keep my emotions out of my voice. “It’s only fair.”
“That should be fine,” Mandy replied, smirking at one of the pictures in her hands.
I reached into one of the boxes and pulled out a small stack of old pictures. I wasn’t sure what I was going to find, but when I saw what they were, I couldn’t keep the smile off of my face. These first ones were taken when the kids were little. There were shots from birthday parties with a handful of kids of Joe and Amber’s ages in them. I could remember when most of these were taken. Those were back when things were different. Better.
I also found a few from early Christmases. The kids were all smiles, sitting on the floor as they tore into their presents and found toys that they could immediately play with. I couldn’t place the exact ages in some of the pictures, but there was one that I instantly knew. It was of Amber standing with a magic wand in her small hands, swishing it around as if she were conjuring a spell. She’d gotten that one when she was in Kindergarten and the joyous smile on her face was identical to the one she still had today.
The kids were a bit older in the second stack I went through. They were from a family vacation to Yellowstone. On the way back, we’d stopped at some clothing-optional hot springs, which the kids loved. The kids were dressed in the pictures I was holding, but one of them had Amber smiling so brightly as she held up a pretty leaf she’d found that I set the photo aside to keep.
I didn’t hit the first nudes until the bottom of the third stack. They were from a party at my parents’ house—my dad’s birthday, I recalled. My mom had taken a picture of the four of us on the couch—Mandy and me on the ends with the kids between. In the picture, Amber had a huge grin that seemed to be permanently plastered on her face at all times back then. Even Joe was smiling, which was a rare catch. He hated pictures, and it was like pulling teeth to get him to look at the camera, let alone smile.
I set the picture down in front of me, undecided if I was going to keep it or not.
“Those were good days,” Mandy said, interrupting my trip down memory lane. I looked up to see that she was looking at the picture in front of me.
“Yeah,” I agreed, smiling. “Those were good times.”
I reached for another stack and noticed Mandy watching me. I met her eye and gave her a questioning look. Her answer was to slide a photo across the table to me. “Do you remember this trip?”
The photo showed the kids arm in arm at a nudist resort we’d been to, with the pine trees in the background. Both kids were smiling, and Amber was looking up at Joe’s face. Her free hand hovered near his erection but didn’t quite touch it. I remembered that exact photo because I’d told Amber to let go of Joe’s dick before I’d taken the shot.
“We should go back there,” Mandy said. “That was a great resort.”
“It was,” I said. I made my voice cold intentionally. “I’m sure it’s changed.”
Mandy picked up on my tone and bristled. But rather than argue, she lowered her head as if she were inspecting the next photo in great detail. I wasn’t sure exactly what she was trying to achieve by saying we should go back to that resort. I had no doubt it was still as we remembered it. Whatever her reason was, it triggered a warning in the back of my mind. Still, the whole family truly had a lot of fun on that trip. Mandy and I met some really fun couples.
As nice as it was for the two of us adults to meet other like-minded parents, it was the kids who truly had a blast. It’s not every day that you found such a place where there were a gaggle of kids for them to hang out with and have the run of the place. They absolutely loved it, and were nearly impossible to corral when the sun fell, and it was time for the kids to come back to our camp sites. Anymore, you couldn’t just let your kids run all “free range,” like we could at that spot.
In the end, I only took eight photos. I liked a lot of the others, but I wasn’t a guy to spend a lot of time poring through photo albums. Besides, every trip down memory lane had a note of sourness in it these days. Yeah, I could remember the good times, but they were tinged by what had happened later. Mandy made a few more comments about “the good old days,” but I ignored her. Once we’d finished the last of the shoeboxes, I cleared my throat.
“I think I’m going to go read,” I said.
Mandy nodded. “Okay.”
I stood, gave her as friendly a smile as I could manage, and then headed to the basement.
I settled onto the couch in the basement family room with my book, but I had trouble focusing. My mind kept drifting to Mandy. Yeah, we’d probably needed to go through those photos, but it wasn’t hard to figure out what else she was trying to do. She wanted me to be nostalgic and thinking about the past. The problem was that I didn’t know why she wanted me to think about it. At least not yet.
What Mandy didn’t pay attention to was that I wasn’t the guy I’d been back when we were first married. That guy had been ... easy to persuade. If Mandy wanted something back then, she knew how to get it, usually by offering sex in some way. I eventually caught on that her requests for some big purchase or trip came after a bout of the wildest sex imaginable. Not that I minded, at least not most of the time. I would’ve been happy with the purchase or the trip anyway. But she should’ve just asked me over dinner instead of always doing it while I was floating in afterglow.
There was one time Mandy had wanted to go visit a nudist camp in Arizona. I’d grumbled about it initially because I didn’t have a lot of vacation time, and it was a long drive. She’d let it go for a while. Then one day, when we’d had to go on a different long drive, she’d reached over, undone my belt, and given me road head. After I’d come, she mentioned that she could give me a lot of road head on the drive to Arizona.
We ended up making the trip.
My mind drifted to those memories. She’d kept her promise. My cock was probably in her mouth as much as it wasn’t. She’d gotten a kick out of the time I passed semi a little too slowly and gave the driver an incredible view right through the passenger window. The driver had seen what she was doing. He’d blown his horn and tried to stay with us as long as he could, but we’d lost him after about five minutes when we caught up to some other traffic. Then later, we’d pulled over at a rest stop, and I’d fucked her hard in the front seat of my truck.
We’d had a lot of fun at the nudist camp, too. We’d only stayed a week, but that had been enough time to meet some good people. We’d had fun basking in the sun and chatting with all sorts of folks. Then in the evenings, we’d fuck each other’s brains out. What wasn’t to like about a trip like that?
We made enough friends that we managed to secure an invitation to a small swinger’s party in the desert. It was only four couples, two older and another our age. It wasn’t until we were well into the party that we learned that the guy in the couple our age was the son of one of the older couples. There was never any intergenerational play, at least not that I saw, but that little detail didn’t stop Mandy’s overactive imagination from going into overdrive. Toward the end of the evening, she persuaded the father and son into a little threesome with her smashed right in the middle. She was open to any and all possibilities between the two men and loved every minute of it.
Everyone at the party exchanged contact information once it was over, but we failed to keep in touch. I wondered where they were these days.
“That must be some book.”
I was jerked out of my memories to see Amber standing in front of me. She was grinning and pointedly looking at my erection.
I rolled my eyes. “Any particular reason you’re down here?”
She shrugged. “I was bored. I thought I’d see what you were up to. Now I know.”
I shook my head at her excuse, but before I could do anything, she scooted to the couch next to me.