Gary and Bernie shower with Hank and Veevee

Gary had tiptoed out of the living room to join Bernie and his mom and dad in the hall. They'd told him there'd been an accident with the boat but they hadn't been able to get hold of Gary and Lil during the evacuation or the trip back.

"We left a couple messages," Veevee said. "Guess you weren't paying attention."

"On the main home phone?" Gary asked.

"Yes, of course the main home phone," his mother said.

"Oh."

"Oh?"

"Guess I wasn't paying attention," Gary said.

With his mom and dad's long travel back, and with Gary's busy, sweaty, intense activity in the living room, they were all due for a shower. Bernie passed on the news to Stuart and his crowd that the Menards were back early, but they should just carry on.

"Righteous," Stuart told Bernie. "Gary's a little dorky, but his mom and dad are sure cool. Oh yeah, squeeze that ass on me, T-Bar."

Bernie joined Gary and his parents in the master bathroom. Gary and his mom and dad were all in the large, two-head shower stall together. The water streamed down as they washed and rinsed. Hank had brought in a safety razor and was scraping off his beard stubble.

"Hi Bernie," Gary said.

"Hi Bernie!" Veevee and Hank echoed.

"Join us?" Veevee invited.

"You shower with your mom and dad a lot?" Bernie asked Gary.

"Well, you know we go to a lot of nude beaches and resorts," Gary said. "Hot springs and things. So we don't have a "nude at home" rule like you and your mom, but yeah, we see each other naked a lot."

"That's right," added Hank.

Bernie could see they were all at ease showering together. "That's nice." She stepped in and soaped herself up, standing beside Gary.

Gary was farting. Stuart's cock had stirred things up inside and the shower's relaxing warm water helped let things out.

"Gesundheit!" Hank said.

"Better out than in!" Veevee said.

"Thank you, Gary," Bernie said.

"Thank you?" Veevee said.

"My mom says it at Pleasure Circle and I guess I picked it up," Bernie said. "The women can be really shy about their bodies, even ashamed, especially the first couple times. Saying thank you gives them permission to not freeze up if they were worried about having a body noise or something. I mean, if you're holding yourself all tense because you don't want to embarrass yourself, you're gonna have a hard time sharing anything or showing yourself to the circle and you probably won't orgasm."

"Your mom is right-on there," Veevee said.

"Heh, thanks Bernie," Gary said. "Sorry Mom and Dad."

Hank laughed. "Pretty normal after you've taken a good shot of lube and a cock up there, Gary," his dad said.

"Yuppers," Veevee said. "Pretty normal for most folks, boy or girl. No surprise at all." She slapped Hank lightly on the butt.

Hank laughed. "Nope, no surprise at all," he said. "Boy. Or girl." He gave Veevee a light slap on her butt in return.

"Why, Henry James Menard," Veevee said. "Are you propositioning me for the Unspeakable Crime Against Nature?"

"How about tomorrow when we're better rested?" Hank said.

"Deal," Veevee said.

Bernie giggled. "Do they talk like this all the time?"

"Um," Gary said. "No." He gave his dad's penis a sidelong look. It was about half erect, the foreskin half covering the broad glans.

"You'll have to forgive us," Veevee said. "We're loopy from eighteen hours and four, no, five airports to get us home."

"And then we walk into our house and what do we see but a party with that very act right at the center," Hank said.

"And you as the star," Veevee said. "Both top and bottom."

"Um," Gary said. They'd watched him going into Stuart's ass first. Coming big. Then Stuart into Gary's ass with Gary into Trent's mouth.

Veevee said, "And, well, I have to fess up, when we watched you between Stuart and that other boy, I felt your dad get hard, so I took his willy out of his pants."

"Oh," Gary said.

"Your mom and I have been to parties that looked a lot like the living room tonight," Hank said.

"Or bigger. Regularly," Veevee added. At Hank's look, she said, "Confession is good for the soul, hon."

"Are you swingers?" Gary asked.

Hank grunted and nodded his head.

Gary could see he was all the way hard now.

Veevee said, "That would be us. Since before we were married. " She looked at her husband's expression. "What, Hank?" she asked. "Oh, right. With breaks. Long breaks, you know, Gary, because of you and Lil. So, well, we were surprised to see you had a party going on right here. But not shocked, or unhappy. Happy actually. We don't have to tiptoe round it any more. We're bi, we're swingers. And so are you, Gary. And Bernie obviously knows and is OK with that."

"And I'm happy you like to do it with guys," Hank said, "Top, bottom, whatever, well, because...me too."

"Oh," Gary said.

"I kinda had to wheedle him to get started," Veevee said. "I like to watch men on men. Okay, okay, I'm a bad girl! But I finally found out Hank used to do it with other boys in high school. Out there in the country, even. And so did Ned."

"Isn't that my confession, honey?" Hank said.

"But you..." Veevee began.

"Uncle Ned?" Gary said.

"Yup," Hank said. "If we couldn't get a date, we'd go find a buddy to get off with instead." Hank's older brother had been married with a family for about as long as Hank. "Ned stopped when he went off to college. Me too. Don't think he started up again."

"Ned doesn't have his lady pushing him like I did you," Veevee said. "You done with that shaver? Let me do the rest." Veevee soaped up her hands and rubbed them over her husband's body, spending extra time between his legs, on his balls and cock root, and on his shaft, now fully erect with the head popped out from his foreskin.

Bernie followed Veevee's example with Gary. She felt his shaft swell and stiffen into Gary's third erection under her touch. At Hank's sigh, Bernie looked over to see Veevee using two soapy hands on her husband's erect penis and balls.

"Oh!" Bernie said, looking at Veevee's long, vigorous strokes. This was more a serious handjob than just a little play.

"I'm sorry hon," Veevee said. "I get carried away so easily. Should I stop?"

"No, no," Bernie said.

"Thanks Bernie," Hank said. "But slow down, Vee, if you get me off I could fall right asleep. Better take it to the bed. Especially if you want my attention."

"Deed I do!" Veevee said. "Your turn to wash me. All over."

"Especially your naughty bits," Hank said.

"Why Hank, how did you guess?" Veevee said. "All my naughty bits, hon!"

"Sorry hon, I can't reach your naughtiest bits with a washcloth," Hank said. "But if I can't wash off the naughty, at least I can make it sweet and fresh."

Gary and Bernie paused to watch Hank washing Veevee slowly and lovingly, from her ears down, using a washcloth here and there but mostly his fingers. And sometimes his mouth. Nibbling her ears. Sucking on her clean wet nipples.