Chapter 16: Epilogue

I recalled standing in the gymnasium of the local high school for the second time in my life about six months prior. I had again been a chaperone at the Junior-Senior Prom; only a thousand circumstances had changed in my life in the intervening year.

Penny had all but finished her sophomore year in high school. Again, she was Bill’s date to the prom, joined by her BFF Misty. If I thought the two of them were ‘hot’ and mature the prior year, they topped the scales this year, and I wondered whether they could do anything to exceed how they looked and acted. They were more mature than most adults I knew in many ways.

To all our pleasure, Penny had been voted into the Prom King and Queen’s court, even as a lowly sophomore. There was quite a bit of pomp and circumstance involved, all in good humor, and Penny was part of it. One of the things that went with the honor was the likelihood of ending up as the Prom Queen in her senior year.

Penny was also her sophomore class president. There wasn’t much to do, but she met with the school’s student government and they basically petitioned the school for changes in policy, hours, special events, and things of that ilk. Misty was also on the board as a vice president. The two were plotting a revolution, I’m sure.

Doug had come by where I stood with Crystal and Megan and we chatted again. He was a graduating senior and about as hunky and studly as they come. Crystal was a junior, and Megan a sophomore, and they looked gorgeous – right out of Penthouse magazine, but with clothes on. All the girls at the prom looked gorgeous but our girls topped the scales. They made my tongue hard for teenage pussy.

Joan and one of the teachers named Mark Granger she’d met a year ago danced together in the middle of the dance floor. I think the band was the same one they’d used the year before. She looked stunning. We’d been in bed together earlier that afternoon, reconnecting with each other in a loving way.

The prettiest woman in the whole place, however, was my wife of six months: the previous Miss Carol Prentiss. She proudly stood beside me, her sexy little body getting ready to swell with my second offspring. She was pregnant but not yet showing enough for people to notice. Penny would have a little sister or brother in another six months. Penny was almost more excited than Carol and me and made sure to tell EVERYONE of her impending sibling.

The whole school also knew about Carol and me. Carol was well liked and loved by every student. After the weekend of last year’s prom, Carol tentatively moved in with us. Penny let that news out of the bag, too. Carol never went back to her small condo except to pack up and bring more and more things to the house. A month later she sold the place. We’d become engaged by then. I felt as in love with Carol as I did with Penny and Misty, and earlier with Julie; Joan was in that mix, too.

When we got married, we invited the whole high school and did an outdoor ceremony in front of the school bleachers where the football team played. Not many people can say they had six hundred teenagers at their wedding. Between Carol and I, we added another hundred and fifty for the ceremony and reception at the country club.

Carol’s parents were not exactly thrilled when they learned about our living environment. We didn’t even hint to them about the intimacy we shared with Penny and Misty and Doug, or anybody else. For them, Joan was the thorn. They saw Carol entering a relationship that I had with Joan and wondered ‘What the hell!’”

Joan gradually won them over, as she was prone to do. Plus, it was obvious that Carol and Joan had become BFFs and got along so smoothly and lovingly.

My parents were eye rollers. They knew I’d more or less ‘shacked up’ with Joan, as my father called it, but when Carol came along and supposedly joined the fray as part of my ‘harem’, he rolled his eyes. My mother followed suit. They perfected the art of eye rolling early in their marriage.

The implication was that their adult son was making a bad decision. In fact, the whole situation was wonderful from our point of view. I laughed, a point that seemed to irritate both my parents.

I took that opportunity to recall to them my observations of their wife-swapping behavior a year-earlier at Christmas. I smiled, benignly, and told them that if they could play around, then so could I. I even hinted that we were swingers, without actually coming out and stating that fact. There were no further problems or eye rolling regarding our family. I left them with their jaws hanging open. I’d been blunt, and suggested that they enjoy another swap at their motel that night with Joan’s parents. Based on how much they blushed, I thought that might already be in the cards.

Carol loved all of us in my growing extended family – figuratively, emotionally, and literally.

Carol was bisexual and about as hypersexual as the rest of us in the house. Her relationship with the equally unbiased Joan was a happy and sensual one. They were comfortable curling up together and making out and then going off to one of the bedrooms to have some sapphic sex, even while everyone in the house knew what was going on. Sometimes, they didn’t bother to leave the room. Carol also liked making love with Doug, but always made sure that Joan approved of the coupling.

Carol’s relationship with Penny and Misty was highly clandestine outside the family, but frequently enjoyed on an almost nightly basis. The three of them were usually in my bed. We all made love together, me with one of the girls, and the other two in some sapphic activity. We swapped around a lot.

Penny and Carol usually slept next to me, and it wasn’t uncommon for one of them to make love with me in the middle of the night. I might add that I’d done hours of research on the Internet and talking to a couple of doctors about how to boost my sexual stamina and recovery times. After a few months on a diet that included vitamins, supplements, a few prescription drugs, and exercise, I had improved dramatically on all counts. The results made me not only popular at home, but also at the swinger parties.

Carol loved all the teens that were part of our ‘inner circle’, so she was often interacting sexually with Bill, Charlie, Crystal, Susan, and Megan, who also became intimate friends with everyone in the house and who often stayed over. Bill called our home Party Central, but it was more accurately Romance Central – we all loved each other. There were many recreations of the night of that first Junior-Senior Prom with Carol added into the mix.

Carol tried to make the relationships with the teens look like what she called ‘sisterly’ to the outside world. Carol was a young thirty, so that seemed to work. She became the older sister in public. The teens loved her in return, and she became their confidant and mentor in many ways. The females all loved to shop together.

Carol also tried swinging shortly after we first met, and as the rest of us continued to engage with the group that Joan’s friend Barbara had introduced us to. She immediately liked the wanton one night of wild sex and it became a monthly habit she looked forward to, like the rest of us – not that all our other nights weren’t somewhat wild. This was just with a bunch of different players.

It was through both the swingers’ group and chaperoning the prom that Joan (and the rest of us) met Mark Granger. He was a nice man, taught high school civics, was also divorced, and wasn’t shocked when he finally learned the ‘truth’ about all the relationships in the house. He found out at one of his first swinger parties when two of his students, Penny and Misty, jumped his bones. He was more than happy to become another of the players and frequent visitors to the house.

As the population in the house grew, we engaged an architect to work some magic on the place. Two walls were removed upstairs, enlarging the master bedroom and Joan’s bedroom. A concrete slab was poured and became the foundation for a two-story house addition – fundamentally, a new wing to the house. One of the upstairs rooms is planned as a nursery. We’ll have more bedrooms, another den, and more party space.

My job as a technology consultant continued along at just the right pace. I was able to fine-tune the work so I didn’t have to travel quite as much. I really loved being home with my extended family. Joan motored on in her work with the insurance company. Carol planned to stop working at the end of the next academic year or the baby; whichever came first. She wants to mother all of us for a bit before returning to academia.

The teens in our little swing group don’t want to break stride or lose touch with what they’ve already been participating in. Crystal, Megan, Penny, and Misty for the girls and Doug and Bill for the guys are all planning on attending the nearby university for their college education. Our occasional players, Charlie and Susan have the same idea. Thus, there doesn’t look like there’ll be much of a change in our weekend gatherings, swinger parties, or holiday parties in the near future.

Graduation occurred shortly after the Junior-Senior Prom. Penny and Misty moved up to become juniors, and Doug was officially out of high school and a college freshman. Joan had his diploma mounted on a piece of wood encased in clear resin. It was beautiful and we hung it in the living room in a place of honor. He was our first graduate. He was also ‘legal’ in every sense of the term.

Doug got a summer job at an auto body shop. He hadn’t been particularly mechanical before and wanted the experience under his belt. It was only for two months before classes at the nearby university started.

Penny, Crystal, Megan, Susan, and Misty formed a babysitting service over that summer. It was Penny’s idea, aided with some suggestions from Carol. The students took a course at the local Red Cross before school ended, and then distributed prepared leaflets to every parent they could find in their neighborhoods. They had a set fee schedule, would do overnights and full days, and just about any combination. In some cases, they might double cover depending on the number of children and how active they were.

By the end of the first week, the five girls had more business than they could handle. They started to turn away a few jobs. Penny recruited a couple more junior girls and got them up to speed so the business could continue to grow unabated. The girls each put five percent of what they made in a kitty to be used to promote the business when things got slow. Misty proved to be a bit of a computer geek; she created some software to manage the babysitting business.

Both Penny and Misty left us for separate weeks during the summer to accompany a family as a live-in baby sitter and mother’s helper while the family went on vacation out of town. Penny assured me going and returning that there was no hanky-panky, but that she had caught the parents having sex one night. She’d watched from the shadows. Misty’s week away was pretty bland and sexless except for what she managed on her own. They each made a thousand dollars for those weeks.

In August, their classes as juniors started up again. By this time Carol was starting to show and becoming a poster-girl for high school birth control. She laughed at the reactions she got from some of the more innocent teenage girls when she told them that.

As we got into fall, we continued our almost daily debauchery as an extended family. One particular night, Brad and Marjorie were staying over, and all of our teens were home. We’d all been fucking and trading around partners on our patio. It was dark and, as usual, we were staying in the shadows.

After our second round, we’d all gone into the pool to cool down and to clean up. We took turns under the single-head outside shower to wash the chlorinated water from our bodies, and then went and sat in one of the lounge chairs to air dry.