Sally, Kate and Bryan (follow Peter and Jim)

Sandy popped her head back into the room. "I'm gonna strip naked into the washer. Anyone else?"

Jim coughed. "I better stay decent for the pizza delivery," he said.

"Thanks," Sally told her husband. "I'm with Sandy." She gave Jim's butt another squeeze and walked toward the hallway.

Sandy said, "Going twice...?"

Kathryn giggled. "Me!" she called. "C'mon," she said, tugging at Bryan's hand.

Sandy disappeared into the hall, followed by Sally Walker.

"Okay!" Bryan said. "Peter?"

"You go ahead," Peter said. "Oh, hang on, let's do this right." He stood up and ran to the hallway door. "Sandy?"

"Mm-hmf?" Sandy replied through a mouthful of blouse.

"Party rules," Peter said. "Check in. You can have sex with Bryan or Kate tonight. Or Mom or Dad. Got it?"

"Got it!" Sandy called. "Good job remembering. Back at you. Same thing. Your dick can go anywhere tonight. Including your mom. Just wind up with me."

"I will. I promise," Peter said, wanting to show his girlfriend his best behavior. During the cruise, Peter had said yes without checking with Sandy, so excited by a proposition from his mom that when she pressed, he decided neither to wait nor to wake Sandy up. He wasn't going to make that mistake again.

Peter took a last look.

Bryan, Kate, Sandy and his mom Sally were laughing and stripping, setting up for a wash cycle. Not all of their clothes had made it back, and Bryan, Kate, and Sandy didn't have any extras. He smiled at the thought of the three of them in his extra sweatsuits, each mis-fit in a different way. He looked at his mother's blonde-fuzzed vee, Sandy's golden skin and her deep innie navel, Kate's innocent grace and her peek-a-boo labia, remembering her hunger for the other women, and her tenderness when she gave him a hand job and later sucked his cock.

Peter glanced at Bryan's dangling penis. He'd really enjoyed seeing Bryan in action this week. Peter witnessed Bryan's cock plunging into his own beautiful Kate, penetrating Sandy, getting a hard cowgirl ride from Veevee, and exploding in the mouth of Peter's mom Sally as Sally fingered Bryan's ass. He wondered if Bryan had ever played with another guy, even a little. Peter thought of Gary and shook his head, turning back into the living room.

"Dad?" Peter said.

"Uh-huh?" Jim said.

"I almost forgot. Happy Father's Day." Peter gave Jim a hug.

"You make me glad I'm a dad," Jim said.

"Thanks," Peter said. "You know, dad, the cruise. I mean I got to see a lot of sex."

Jim laughed. "Uh-huh. Even me and Hank a couple times," he said.

"Yeah," Peter said. "I saw you at the party with Peggy's boyfriend, and you know me and Gary, so it wasn't a big deal. I actually, I mean I really liked seeing you and Hank. He really came big when you were in him."

"Uh-huh," Jim said. "Hank likes a little poke now and then. We take turns, sort of."

"I wish I got to try that with Gary," Peter said. "So you know I was thinking. I mean like girls kinda throw themselves at Gary, he's just kinda got something. He's all that. I mean I go for him that way, dad. I really like having sex with him. And I love his dick, it's this big fucker, you know, long with a big head."

Jim nodded and smiled at his son.

"Oh yeah. Like his dad's," Peter said. Jim knew Hank's dick very well, and Hank's was a lot like Gary's. "But watching Gary with Sharon, and then with his new girlfriend Bernie -- he loves Bernie, I can see. But after this week -- I can see he's kinda selfish. He doesn't try as hard as Bryan. Or you. Or Hank."

Jim smiled and shrugged. "Gary's handsome. Charming in a kind of what-the-fuck way. He's got a few free passes off of that. But I reckon Bernie's mom won't let him skate like that for very long."

Peter laughed. "I always think of Mrs. Bernstein, well, Ms. Joyce Bernstein, kinda like Rosie the Riveter with her sleeve rolled up and a vibrator in her fist. She struck that exact pose when she visited Sex Ed to talk about her book. Yeah. Know what you want, know how to stick up for yourself and ask for it, and know how to give it to yourself."

Jim laughed. "Gotta love 'abstinence education'," he said. "Bless 'em, whoever got her 'Free to Masturbate' on the reading list. You gonna ask Gary for a turn on top?" he asked.

"Dunno," Peter said. "I mean I still want to do it with him. I can get off when he's in me. And he sucks my cock."

Jim nodded and smiled at his son. "You okay with that?" he asked.

Peter said, "Well, you know, maybe I'll ask him, like maybe as a special present. For my birthday. Last year he broke a date with Sharon to dick around together. We sucked each other for like hours before he got up in me. I came like a fucking rocket. Twice in Gary's mouth. Twice with his dick in me. I didn't find out till afterwards he'd stood her up."

"I remember you looked pretty dazed when we were out to dinner that night," Jim said. "I could tell it wasn't just video games. So maybe Gary does try to rise to an occasion, at least. Though breaking a date might say more about Gary being careless with Sharon rather than that Gary made time for you."

"Yeah. Maybe so," Peter said.

"You know, I'm sure Hank would be open to giving you a chance on top," Jim said. "If I'd known, we could have set it up on the cruise. You want me to ask him?"

"I'd worry what Gary would think if I fuck his dad," Peter said. "Up the ass."

"Be good for Gary to watch his dad get fucked. Maybe even see Hank get off on your cock," Jim said. "Do you think Gary would like to come to a party? At least if Gary sees his dad really digging getting fucked by you or me, it could open his mind, maybe."

Peter smiled at his father. "Yeah, maybe," he said. "Thanks, dad. Guess we can think about it. Then there's what Hank would think."

"Well, you know," Jim said. "There's someone else you could ask if you're hot to try it on top."

"Dad?" Peter said. "You mean?"

The doorbell chimed. "Pizza!" a voice called through the door.

A shriek and some giggles sounded from the hallway.

"Close it!" Kathryn squeaked.

The door was closed, protecting the innocent pizza driver from the possibility of glimpsing three graces' worth of naked, giddy female flesh, or heaven forbid, the firm, thick erection they had teased up from Bryan's penis.

"I mean?" Jim said. "Yes. Put it to me if you want tops. Ask me after dinner. Or any time. Just stick with your rules with Sandy. I think that girl's a keeper."

"Okay," Peter said, turning the offer over quickly in his mind. "Maybe. Thanks Dad." He laughed. "And you and Mom get to be with her again. Like when you met her." He smiled. "I want to see you and Mom have sex with Sandy, like you did before I met her," Peter told his father. "I want us all to go to your sex parties together."

"I'd like that too," Jim said. "Sandy really blossoms at a sex party. She likes showing off and trying new things." He nodded for emphasis. "Trying new people. But Sandy's serious about loyalty from her Number One, and that's you. Make sure you and Sandy have rules you feel good with."

"Thanks, Dad," Peter said. "I love you." He hugged his father again.

Jim hugged back. "I love you too, Pete."

The doorbell chimed again. "Pizza delivery!"

Peter and Jim opened up. The hot night air drifted in with the smell of pizza. The driver was a wiry woman with a grey brush haircut wearing shorts and a company polo shirt. Jim paid, thanked and tipped her a little extra for the trip. The Walkers' house was on the edge of their delivery area.

"Thank you, that's very generous," she said. The driver could see that both men had erections filling out their pants. "Have a very nice evening, gentlemen," she wished them, and winked before she turned around.

"We will, and thank you again," Jim said with a chuckle. He closed the door. It was still very warm inside, but the air conditioning had taken the edge off.

Peter looked at his dad. "Dad, what did she mean?"

"She saw we had hard-ons and figured they were for each other," Jim said. "Which is true but not exactly in the way she was thinking."

Peter laughed. "Not EXACTLY exactly," he said.

"Heh, maybe backwards," Jim said.

"Or not," Peter said.

Jim winked. "Or not."

They set the pizza boxes out on the dinner table. Jim went to the kitchen to get napkins, drinks, and plates.

"You want to check how the laundry crew is going?" Jim asked his son.

Sally, Sandy, Bryan and Kathryn had all gone to undress into the washing machine. Earlier there had been giggles. Now there was a closed door and the sound of a washing machine.

"Guys?" Peter said. "Pizza is ready."

Peter opened the door to an empty laundry room. The washing machine was sloshing away. A lone pair of panties had missed making it into the cycle in someone's eagerness to get some playtime before pizza. Peter picked it up. It was whose?