Gary with Stuart next

As they lay together, spent after coming together, Bernie whispered in Gary's ear.

"Stuart, I want to see you with Stuart. But this time I want to see you make him COME."

"Wow, okay," Gary said. "We may have to do some sweet talking, or make a deal." He sighed. "That was so good, with Peter and with you, Bernie. Okay." Gary yawned. "Later."

Peter chuckled. "You want me to throw a sheet over you two lovebirds?" he asked.

"How about you come get us after your shower," Gary said.

Bernie and Gary dozed together on Peter's bed. Peter came back, saw them asleep, and gently draped a sheet over them. There'd be some laundry after today's romp. He wouldn't have expected a kinda granola dyke looking gal like Bernie Bernstein to go so hard for watching her boyfriend with other guys. Or having a boyfriend at all. But it wasn't like anyone tagged Peter and Gary as best friends with secret gay benefits. Not so secret, now. He tiptoed out and closed the door.

"Bernie came twice, from watching you and Gary switch off on cocksucking and then having Gary pound you up the asshole until you jizzed off?" Sally said. "I have to say I'm proud of you bisexual disaster kids, and I'm still probably a bigger disaster than the rest of you."

"Mom, you are not!" Peter complained.

Sally Walker teased her son by spinning out a salty description of what she'd been doing between breaking up with Peter's dad and reconnecting at a swingers' party.

Peter wasn't convinced.

"So Mom, when will you and Dad give me my girlfriend back?" Peter asked. "I'm okay that Sandy's with you and Dad again, but between that, and Sandy catching up with her sister after the cruise, I've hardly seen her this week."

"Go get Sandy from your dad," Sally said. "Before they get into it again. Scoot!" She gave Peter a slap on his towel-covered butt.

"Mo-om!"

Sally pointed. "You better hustle. You wanna share, you gotta be there, not dawdling in the shower after taking it up the ass from Gary so Gary's girlfriend can get off watching him hammer the jizz out of you."

Peter hustled.

Sally started putting together an easy dinner, pulling out things from the freezer and lining them up next to the microwave and toaster-oven. She worked the levers that stretched out the table and popped up a hidden panel that made space for two extra places.

Sally hummed to herself, thinking of how proud she was of her son. Such a nice young man. What a rich joke that Sandy loved Peter so much that she wanted to introduce him to her favorite swingers, haha, what, Peter, they're your mom and dad? Sally shook her head and grinned at her reflection in the microwave oven door. But everything was out of the bag every which way, and nobody had flipped out. Not even about what Hank and Veevee had walked in on. She couldn't help but laugh. She was proud of herself for not teasing Gary about that. He was Peter's best friend, after all.