Chapter 13

“Hey, look, it’s Mom and Dad, and they want to zoom with us!” Becca called me over, forcing me to get some sweats on with a tank top to make it look as if I just had a nice workout.

“Becca, why are you naked?” Mom pointed out the obvious, noticing the beads of sweat on my forehead.

“Um ... Mom, Dad, please ... don’t panic. We sorta have ... guests. For the duration of the lockdown,” Becca dropped another bombshell on Mom and Dad on top of the nudity.

“Are your friends nudists who need you to be naked or are you cheating on Eddie, dear? And why is Simon a little too comfortable with seeing you in just your birthday suit? Okay, what gives?” Dad picked up the interrogation from Mom.

“Um ... Mom, Dad, please meet Paige, Melanie, and Janine ... and Heather,” Becca introduced our sleepover friends.

“Okay, why are they naked, but Simon is clothed? Well, Becca? Maybe we should have left Simon in charge of you,” Mom honed in on a rather likely question.

“Also, I’m pretty sure that we know Heather by now. Hi, Heather. That presumably means that Simon IS getting laid during this sleepover, because anyone with half a brain can tell that Heather and he ... are ... intimate,” Dad commented to make it clear that he wasn’t born last night.

“Please ... don’t freak out. Mom ... Dad, I’m bisexual. And ... I’ve ... been sleeping with my friends. Sexually. With ... my sleepover girlfriends, yes, including Paige ... and Melanie ... and Janine ... and Heather ... and I’ve also ... done things ... with Simon. As have they,” Becca blushed a bit now.

“So, that’s why he seemed flustered and rushed. He had to put clothes on in a hurry. That was his... ‘workout,’ if you will, am I right? What sort of things ... and what about Eddie? I thought that the two of you were in love,” Mom asked Becca.

“Um ... Mom, Eddie knows. He knows it all. Just ask him. He gave me a lockdown hall pass. And I gave him one, too,” Becca stipulated nervously.

“So ... you’re allowed to do whatever you like with this hall pass of yours?” Dad queried now.

“No, not with just anyone. Just whatever happens ... during the sleepover, with Simon and our sleepover guests. Whatever happens ... is cool. With them. I gave Eddie a somewhat ... different hall pass,” Becca resumed anxiously.

“Different how?” Mom asked my sister with an increasingly clinical tone.

“Married women only? It didn’t take him long to cash it in, either,” I answered for her.

“Rebecca Lucille Haven, you actively encouraged your boyfriend to sleep with other men’s wives?” Dad demanded to know while I grinned wickedly.

“To be fair, Dad, Eddie’s ... lover’s husband seems to be okay with it,” I observed.

“Well, that helps, to be sure,” Mom snickered now.

“Guys, maybe it’s time to confess something else. Your mother and I are into the stag/vixen lifestyle. We’re only giving you the third degree to gauge your honesty and discover your true sexuality. That was part of why we left when we did, to see what you would do, folks. Well, you didn’t disappoint, from what I can tell. Very entertaining, these secrets coming out of both of you, but especially Becca,” Dad laughed now.

“Stag/vixen ... that’s not the same thing as cuckold/hotwife, is it?” Becca wondered.

“Yes and no. They are similar in the emphasis being on the ... wife fooling around. That’s the appeal, the draw of it, if you will. However, cuckold/hotwife tends to be more extreme, tends to include belittling, embarrassment, SPH, male fidelity, forced bi sex, crossdressing, creampies, orgasm control, sissification, edging, denial, even chastity for the husband in many cases. It’s much more of a femdom, wife-led kind of marriage, which isn’t us at all,” Mom reassured us.

“Yeah, despite our ... exotic lifestyle, I’m as straight as a barber’s razor. What appeals to me is sharing your mother with other men in ... threesomes. That’s our thing. We pick threesome partners who we can trust and take them to bed. It’s very often the same men, in fact. Very often, it’s married men, just because we can trust them not to meddle in the marriage as much. It’s not swapping, though I get hall passes for the other man’s wife quite often. And if he ever wants a devil’s threesome with his wife and me ... that’s an automatic hall pass.

“Otherwise, though, I don’t fuck other women. It would be cheating if I did, because I don’t have permission to just go out and screw around. Also, it would be cheating if your mother just went out and slept with any ol’ guy without my involvement, preferably in a threesome. This is our deal, our dynamic. Wife-sharing. Devil’s triangles. Stag/vixen. Full involvement in my case. It’s so much better when a man we can trust and respect joins your mother and I in bed for such a threesome. MFM. It’s the best!” Dad beamed as he discussed their lifestyle with us at last.

“Yeah, we have a whole community of stags and vixens, a little online club where we arrange little sleepovers. This one just happened to last longer than usual, due to ... you know. COVID-19. We had to make sure that we protected you from things that would affect you, unlike our normal concerns about ... contagions. That’s usually handled well in advance by sharing the results of our latest STI and HIV tests. Since we tend to go ... you know ... bareback,” Mom winked at us.

Just then, we saw a tall, handsome black man with an Afro and his gorgeous blonde wife sit next to Mom and Dad with rather brazen familiarity, even intimacy.

“We want you to meet Stan and Kelly, our hosts for the longest stag/vixen sleepover in the history of our marriage. At this rate, if things don’t change soon, we could practically end up as a four-way marriage! Mom even got one hall pass to eat Kelly out and they actually did it. Hell, it’s a wonder that we haven’t cross-pollinated by now!” Dad laughed at that joke, as did Stan and Kelly.

“Oh, Joe! You’re hilarious!” Kelly playfully slapped Dad and he slapped her as well, nobody getting offended by that.