Dad And Sophie Part 10 - Sex Stories

Dad And Sophie Part 10

... fuck for a while until Sophie came or I got close to spurting. This gave us a lot of silence to fill. I did like hearing the squelch of my cock in and out of her well-lubricated pussy, but you can have too much of a good thing.

Our conversations took up from where they had left off the last time Dad was away. Mostly about Sophie's sexual preferences, but at some point that evening, she told me that she and Dad were swingers. I stopped what I was doing immediately, not because I was in shock but because it wasn't that much of a surprise. Dad and Sophie's lifestyle, including me fucking her right now, indicated they were not a vanilla couple.

I had also done some internet digging on Georgio's since Dad's birthday party, and there were some interesting comments on some sex chatlines. The indication was that although it was a raunchy pick-up joint upstairs, there was a sex club running in the basement. Details were sketchy because nobody was going on the record telling tales. Reading between the lines, it was more than it appeared, but again, that might be wishful thinking.

The bombshell led to an initial confirmation, several follow-up questions, and a longer explanation from Sophie, which made me realise that Dad had been into this lifestyle for far longer than I initially thought. It would seem that it preceded Sophie and also preceded all of the other girlfriends I went on a summer holiday with. There was a pleasant realisation that I had not been the problem to my ...

... father's sex life that I thought I had.

I had always figured that his previous girlfriends left him shortly after our summer holidays together because the existence of a teenage son was a problem. It turns out they all left him because the women insisted that he give up his swinging, swapping lifestyle, which he was not prepared to do until Sophie, who liked it perhaps better than my father did himself. The next evening, I asked her how Dad had got involved in the first place.

I could not imagine my mother doing anything like this, and I wondered how far back it went. I also figured that getting involved with a young single man, even one with a big cock, was not easy in the pre-internet age. She started to talk about him getting engaged through some of the couples he originally lodged with whilst I was tiny. She even came up with a joke: lodger with benefits. He kept the wife of the house happy and got invited to join their swapping parties.

This triggered a light in my head, and while working out, my grandparents organised those lodgings; I blurted out, 'Were my grandparents' swingers as well.' Sophie just laughed, and suddenly I realised she had fucked him. When I asked, she did not attempt to hide it; she was proud of the fact she had slept with three generations of her husband's family. And your grandmother is very hot, she added. I'd never thought of this, but she was.

I suddenly remembered that grandma was not my Dad's mother. His birth mother died before he ...