I reached over to unbuckle my seatbelt to make it easier to move in for a hug. She held me tightly. I cried a few tears and she told me it was going to be okay and that she loved me.
Still hugging her, I asked, “did Will leave?”
Pulling away slightly, she replied, “He was still at the house when I left.”
I don’t know if it was the need to find some comic relief in this stressful situation, but I found myself saying, “You sure it’s wise to leave your husband alone with someone he fucked the last time they were together?”
She laughed and said that she hadn’t considered that.
“We better get home,” I said, reaching again for the seatbelt.
While the silence returned, mimicking the first few minutes after Mom picked me up, I was no longer furious and sad. Instead, I wondered if there was a road back for Will and me. Sure, it would be weird, but in the end, nobody had done anything wrong. My parents chose to have sex, together, with another person and Will just happened to be that person. And because he had used a different name and had a limited online presence, they weren’t trying to hide that they knew one another from me – they simply didn’t think I was now with the same guy my parents had been with for one amazing night. After all, the odds of that happening were ridiculously slim, right? Maybe there was still hope? I did love Will in the end. Did anything else really matter?
The answer was yes. Of course, it mattered that he had slept with my parents. But in the span of a few minutes, I was no longer so sure it was over and at least saw a path to continuing my relationship with the best man I had ever met.
When we arrived home, Will’s car was still in the driveway. That made me happy. At least, he hadn’t left and maybe we could try to talk things out. Holding Mom’s hand, we went to the front door and entered. The house smelled amazing from Mom’s superb cooking, which was going to waste because we weren’t eating it yet.
“I’ll start warming up the food again,” she said as she walked to the kitchen. “Maybe they’re outside?”
I nodded. I went to the closet near the front door and found one of my hoodies still hanging up there. Carrying it, I walked toward the French doors near the dining room that led outside. I moved one of the drapes to the side and could see Dad and Will near the fire pit that was lit.
My hand was on the door knob, but I was stuck in place by what I saw.
My father was on his knees between my boyfriend’s legs. The darkness outside dashed any hope of seeing details from a distance, but I didn’t need a spotlight on them to recognize what Dad was doing. He was sucking my boyfriend’s dick while Will smoked one of the joints he had packed “to deal with the anxiety” of meeting my parents. I laughed when he told me that and assured him that he wouldn’t need it. “If not, we’ll have high-as-fuck sex when we get back,” he joked at the time.
I didn’t know how long they had been doing this. Did they start up as soon as Mom left? Or had they just started? Maybe the weed had lowered their inhibitions to the point where they agreed to such a risky endeavor. Or maybe they just wanted to relive the past as much as Mom wanted to tell the story of how they met in the first place.
Whatever the case, Dad had built a pretty good rhythm. To say I was shocked is an understatement. Not so much that Dad had some bi-curiosity because Mom had already told me about that. No, I was still shocked because they decided to do this despite the fact that I could return home at any time. Maybe they thought they would have heard us and could easily hide what they had been doing.
Clearly, they were fools.
I nearly jumped when I felt Mom’s presence behind me. “They out there?” she whispered. I couldn’t speak so I pulled the drape a little more to the side to let her see. She gasped. Then, under her breath, she hissed, “those morons!”
I had to agree. This was reckless. Fortunately, the fenced-in backyard provided enough privacy so that neighbors wouldn’t be able to see what was happening. That didn’t change the fact that this was still crazy behavior from both of them.
Swallowing and licking my lips to make it easier to talk, I whispered, “I didn’t think my joke would come true.” My throwaway comment about leaving Dad alone with Will wasn’t supposed to be foreshadowing.
Mom replied, “Yep! Such a dumb mistake on my part.”
After a few more seconds of watching them, I asked, “Are you mad? I mean, Dad’s technically cheating on you.”
Her hand went around my waist as we grouped together at the door. Softly, near my ear, she replied, “I know this may sound strange, but no. I’m mad at them for being so stupid, but I’m not upset with your father for sucking Will’s cock without clearing it beforehand. I probably shouldn’t say this – I probably shouldn’t have said a lot of things tonight – but we have talked a lot about that night with Will over the last decade and how hot it made me to see your father suck dick.”
Her comment didn’t so much surprise me, but I noticed how we were now swaying a little bit. It was like an unspoken dance. Her other hand moved to grab my untouched hip, now holding me close as we watched the scene further.
“Occasionally,” she said, her hot breath against my neck. I shivered in response. “Your father likes for me to put a strap-on and roleplay as Will. Well, as John, I guess. He sucks the strap-on before begging me to fuck him again.”
Up until tonight, I didn’t know that the thought of two men together would be such a turn-on. Whenever I had considered threesomes or group sex before, the men were always completely focused on my pleasure. I had thought of – many times – having sex with another woman, but never the idea of two men playing with one another. Just seemed off-putting in a way. But as I watched the two of them together, I got it. I understood why Mom was hot watching them. Something deep inside of me, which I never knew was there, was quite excited by the sight of these two older men – one sucking the other.
Weirder still that the man on his knees was my father. The same man who taught me his “patented hook shot” while we played basketball. The same man who always made me feel safe when he wrapped his strong arms around me. But here he was on his knees sucking my boyfriend’s cock while his wife watched – the same wife who apparently fucked his ass with a strap-on.
The same wife – the same woman who gave birth to me – who absentmindedly was rubbing my side while her breath made me tremble as our bodies rocked together. In a way, I was overwhelmed by everything. As foreign as the idea of watching two men engaged in a sexual act was to me, the possibility of involving my parents in something sexual was unthinkable. Again, I knew my parents had sex. Mom just got through the story of how they knew Will. But the theoretical part of them being sexual beings was different than the fact that Mom’s fingers had snaked under my blouse and were rubbing my side and moving up. I felt a voice telling me to pull away. To run away.