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My Family Life.

by: silent killer

I. How it all started.

The first time was about eight months into my wife's pregnancy. We enjoyed regular lovemaking during her pregnancy and this particular night was no exception. She was lying on her side with her legs pulled up as far as they would go. I was lying behind her, slowly moving my cock in and out of her shaved pussy. I was hugging her huge round belly, rubbing her breasts and stroking her sides and arms. Right before I came, she gasped, "I wonder if the baby can feel that?" When she said that, a host of intense images poured into my mind. I closed my eyes and started ejaculating. "I wonder if he can taste that?" I managed to say after I had emptied my balls into her body. She giggled and sighed. As usual, we slept that way - my limp cock pressed against her, both of us nude and covered with a film of grimy sweat.
After that we would frequently make jokes about our unborn son being an unwilling participant in our sex life. She would stick her finger inside of herself and say, "Tickle tickle!" I would thrust my cock into her and say, "I bet he's getting a good look at Dad now!" We thought this was very funny, but it also excited us and we both admitted our excitement.
After our son was born (I'll call him Jon) we stopped having sex for a couple of months. One morning, though, she looked so beautiful and sexy when breastfeeding Jon that my cock throbbed painfully under my robe. I walked up to her and showed her my erection. She made a little cooing sound and sucked it into her mouth. With one arm she cradled our son; with her other arm she stroked my legs and ass while she sucked my penis. I looked down, first at her beautiful face, then at our son who was suckling peacefully at my wife's lovely freckled breast. My son sucking my wife's breast ... my wife sucking my cock ... the more I thought about it, the more excited I became. Finally I held my wife's head and grunted as I started to ejaculate. The first load was too much for her - she gagged a bit and pulled my cock out so she could swallow and catch her breath. I still wasn't finished cumming though. I continued to shoot onto her breasts and neck, something that she frequently enjoys. A bit of my semen splashed onto my son's cheek. I was as shocked as I was aroused. My wife, bless her, just laughed and wiped the blob of cum away with her finger. Then she popped her finger into her mouth and sucked it cutely.
We had been reading many somewhat radical books on child-rearing during her pregnancy. Most books recommending breastfeeding the child until he or she was old enough to refuse. They also recommending allowing the child to share a bed with parents until he or she was able to sleep for a whole night without a feeding. My wife and I followed these recommendations, allowing our son to share our bed and breastfeed at will. The result, of course, was a very sensual infancy for our son. Sometimes the only article of clothing that was being worn in our house was our son's diaper. While my wife held Jon in her arms, I would gently lick at her clit and anus, or perhaps she would slowly sit on my cock while I cuddled our son in my lap at the same time. We frequently felt overwhelmed with our love for our son and would often just sit in bed or on the living room floor, staring at him for hours. I am certain that our constant physical closeness with him was extremely beneficial.
The next thing that happened was quite an accident. My wife and I frequently bathe with Jon out of convenience and love. One morning, while I was at work, my wife was in the bath with Jon, holding him up out of the water and tickling him. Without warning he peed all over her arms, face and chest. She told me later that she found the experience extremely exciting. That night we bathed with Jon again and took turns holding him in our arms. Finally, while my wife was holding him he gave way with a little grunt and peed onto her arms and chest. We laughed and laughed, then kissed very deeply. My wife quickly put Jon to bed while I drained the now-cold bathwater and ran some more hot water. I poured some bath oil into the tub and got back in. My wife came back to join me, and we did something we hadn't done in a few years: played some watersports games. She stood over me and pissed into my mouth. My cock grew hard as I lapped the golden flow from her sweet, shaved cunt. We traded positions and I allowed a few trickles of my own urine to spurt into my wife's mouth as she gave me a very skilled blowjob. After I came in her mouth, she sat on the edge of the tub and I licked her crotch clean from clit to anus once again. It was incredible.
She confessed that she put off potty training for a week or so, but she did give in and teach Jon how to use the toilet. She did tell me that she received a particular thrill from watching Jon pee in the toilet, or having him watch her. Many times at night I allowed my son to watch me urinate and I often watched him too. I praised him often, helping him shake off the last drops of urine and patting him on his butt as he scampered off to his bedroom.
Sometimes Jon would interrupt our lovemaking, but we were never upset. We frequently had sex in different rooms, so it was normal for Jon to climb up on the couch while my wife was on the floor below us, licking and sucking my balls, cock and ass. He was far too young to understand exactly what was happening, but he did comprehend that we were doing adult love stuff which he shouldn't be bothered with. Our having sex bothered him about as much as our going for a jog, reading the paper, or fixing dinner together.
Around this time I was able to start my own business and work out of my home, a development which pleased my wife and thrilled my son. Though I worked in a little office in the basement, I frequently went upstairs to get a drink or find a document, and I was always very pleased to see my son playing alone or with his lovely mother. I'd pick him up and swing him around, kiss his head, and tease him a bit. Sometimes I'd take a break from work and walk to the park while my wife ran errands in our car. It was a great relief and reward for me to spend so much time with my wife and son.
Within a year or so, we realized that my business was doing much better than we had projected. We began to talk about having another baby. Jon was around five at this time, so we were also debating about school issues - should we send him to the local public school, an expensive private school, or an experimental but dubious "free school" that had just started up? In the end, we decided it would be cheapest for us to homeschool him, especially if we decided to have another child.
We did indeed make that decision, and of course Jon asked many questions when my wife became visibly pregnant. We tried to explain and demonstrate (again) the mechanics of baby-making for our son, and he seemed to understand. He also seemed excited about the prospect of having a younger brother or sister. During her new pregnancy, we started up our old jokes about including the unborn baby in our sex life.
One morning, my wife called to me from the top of the basement stairs. When I went up, I saw that she was nude, and that she had been laughing so hard that her eyes were red and wet. She was still giggling as she took my hand and led me into the bedroom. She was still a lovely woman, tall and big-boned with curly brown hair, sparkling eyes, large freckled breasts, wide hips, strong thighs, a cleanly shaven pussy, and a very delicious ass. She was about six months into the pregnancy so her belly was round and heavy, making her even lovelier, I thought. As she led me to the bedroom, she started to explain what was so funny.
She said she had been lying on the bed after her shower, masturbating a bit and reading a book. Jon had come into the room and asked her when the baby was due, as he did a dozen times every day. She gave him the usual answer, and then he surprised her by asking if he could make a baby inside her too. She thought this was hilarious. I thought it was arousing. Just then Jon came into the room and wanted to know if he could go outside and play with the neighbor kids. My wife told him to get dressed and go on outside, not to go across the street, et cetera, then as soon as he ran from the room she burst into giggles again. I laughed too, but there was a lump growing in my pants.
In a few months my wife gave birth to another beautiful baby boy. We'll call him Roy. Jon thought Roy was the greatest when we brought him home from the hospital, but Jon quickly learned that all of Mommy's time had to go to Roy now. We both tried to explain to Jon that only babies got special attention, and now that he was a big boy he didn't need Mommy all the time. Jon wouldn't listen. He even insisted on breastfeeding alongside Roy for several months. This concerned me, but it intrigued and excited me at the same time. Jon was nearly six and here he was, sucking his mother's breast alongside his baby brother. My wife would always lay back on the bed or in her big chair with her eyes closed and purr while her two sons sucked her breasts. I was tremendously jealous, excited, and concerned all at once. I can hardly explain it, but I think you understand.
My wife and I continued to have a very active sex life, but soon after she weaned Roy from breastfeeding she decided that she wanted more in our sex life. After a few intense but uncomfortable discussions (and more than a few sessions of hot, fantasy-rich sex), we decided that she could take another lover but only under certain circumstances. She could not have unsafe sex. She could not have her lovers in the house or anywhere around our children. She could not keep any secrets from me. And I would have to meet each lover before the affair commenced just so that everyone would understand that these were merely safe sexual flings and not serious emotional affairs. My wife agreed to these terms, and a couple of weeks later she went out on the town while I looked after the boys.
Because of our agreement, she could not just have quick, anonymous sex with strangers in alleys or parked cars. She had to bring them home to me first, without the children seeing, of course. It took her several months of bar-hopping to find a partner who was willing to meet the patient husband at home, but of course my lovely wife would succeed. I never doubted her.
The first one was a 22-year-old androgynous college student who nervously shook my hand and introduced himself in our driveway. The kids were asleep inside, I was standing in the driveway wearing my robe, and my wife was in our car with this 22-year-old kid who was going to give her a good dicking. My wife was a little tipsy, and when she got impatient she pulled down the neck of her blouse to reveal her braless breast. The kid got the message and so did I. They drove away and I went inside to masturbate. My cock was hard as I walked in the front door. I decided not to masturbate to orgasm, but just to keep myself nice and erect until my wife got home. It took a couple of hours and a little extra anal stimulation, courtesy of my wife's vibrator, but I managed to stay fairly erect until I heard my wife stumble through the front door. I met her in the living room. She looked gloriously fucked. Her hair was a mess, her pantyhose was stuffed into her jacket pocket, and her dress was hiked up a bit. I bent her over the couch and fucked her very slowly while she told me about the boy. It was amazing, wonderful sex. After I came in her pussy, we went into the backyard where I undressed her. She laid on the cold autumn ground and I pissed all over her lovely body, then she did the same to me, squatting over my face and torso and squirting hot piss all over me. I licked her bald pussy clean.
We walked into the house, nude and sweaty and covered with piss and dirt, and there was Jon, rubbing his eyes and staring at us. My wife giggled and told him to go back to bed, he was having a dream. He asked for a drink of water and she poured him a drink from the sink. As she handed the glass to Jon, I made a gesture as if I was about to pee in the glass of water, and we both laughed. Soon we got my son back into bed, took a shower, and went to bed ourselves.
The next lover my wife took was a middle-aged man. He looked rather ordinary and boring, but my wife whispered his secret into my ear when we met in the driveway: he was hung like a horse and had shown her his huge penis in the bar. When she came home she insisted that I fuck her ass since she had no sensation left in her pussy. Of course, I obliged her. Later on she begged me to join them for a double penetration, but I was a bit skeptical. Who would watch our sons - a babysitter who understood our swinging proclivities and overt sexuality? Of course not.
Jon began to ask where Mom was going every couple of weeks. I told him that Mom was going out to meet friends - what else could I say? He seemed to accept this answer.
Eventually I told my wife that there would be a new condition - that she could not go on her dates on weeknights, since she often stayed out late and had a hard time getting up in the morning. She accepted this. Our homeschooling was going very well, by the way. I took time out of work to help homeschool Jon, then I would watch Roy while my wife continued Jon's schooling.
When Jon was eight, I caught him masturbating. I'd seen him playing with his penis many times before, and never discouraged him. This was actual masturbation, though - Jon was lying on his bed, fully nude, legs apart, playing with himself. The classic male masturbatory position. He didn't cover himself up or anything, but he did stop when I came in the room. Immediately it was like I was in a hypnotic trance. My wife was on an errand with Roy so we were alone. I sat down next to him on the bed and put my hand on his shoulder. I asked him what he was doing. He said he wasn't doing anything. I told him no, he was masturbating, playing with himself, jerking off and it was perfectly OK. I told him everybody did it and that he shouldn't worry about it. Then I asked him to keep doing what he was doing and he did. I watched him in a total trance for many minutes. I laid down next to him and pulled out my hard cock, I couldn't help it. We masturbated together. I asked him if it felt good and he said yes. I told him that I really felt good, and that I did this a lot when his mom wasn't around. Of course, it didn't take long for me to have an orgasm. I shot cum all over myself and then right at the end, I swear to God, I turned over a bit and finished by milking a few drops of cum onto my son's penis. He asked if that was baby juice, and I told him it was. I asked him if he remembered our talks about where he and Roy came from and he nodded. He asked when he would be able to make baby juice, and I said it would be a while. Then he asked me when he could make a baby in Mommy, and I started laughing. I sat up and put my feet on the floor next to the bed, and suddenly I got a huge dizzying rush to my brain. I put my head in my hands and kept laughing even though my head started hurting. I had just cum onto my son's eight-year-old erect cock, then he had told me he wanted to fuck his mother. It was so silly, so awful, so arousing, so ridiculous. He climbed up onto my back and I felt his wet penis pressing into my back. He asked why he couldn't make a baby with his Mommy. I turned around and held him, then stood up, picking him up off the bed and holding him close. I told him that it might not be a good idea to do that, since only daddies are supposed to make babies with mommies. He seemed kind of disappointed.
Naturally, I told my wife about it when she got home with Roy. She became very excited when I related the story of my jerkoff session with Jon. We adjourned to the bedroom and started to fuck while I finished my story. She started saying, "Oh, fuck me Jonny, fuck me son!" and similar things. This was so tremendously exciting to me that I came almost instantly and quite prodigiously. I fell backwards on the bed (we had been doing it doggy style) and tried to catch my breath. My wife rolled around at the other end of the bed, frantically groping and fingering her pussy and clit, struggling to bring herself to powerful orgasm. She shrieked and groaned when she finally came.
We didn't discuss this for a couple of weeks. Then one night, after our usual strong lovemaking, my wife asked if I had thought about Jon's desire to fuck her. I nodded. She said, "You know we can never let him do it." I nodded. She continued, "We really couldn't get away with it. It would warp him." I nodded again. We sat in silence for a while. She put her head on my chest and sighed, saying that she wanted to do it even though she knew it would end up being a disaster. I told her that I knew and understood, but we had to be careful and that we probably couldn't let Jon do it to her.
My wife continued to see other people outside of our marriage - mostly handsome young men in their twenties. Occasionally she brought home a young woman from a lesbian bar for me to meet. Only once did I participate in her affair - late one night long after our sons were asleep in bed, she came home with that week's lover still in the car with her. When I came outside to greet her, she motioned me over to the car. Both of them crawled into the backseat. I opened the back door and joined them. My wife was sitting in the middle. The young man looked nervous, but excited. He greeted me by name and pulled his cock out of his pants. It was large and quite erect. My wife grinned and opened my bathrobe to reveal my own hardening cock. She puiled up her dress to show her bare ass (she wore no panties these days), and then maneuvered herself onto my lap. "In my ass," she whispered. She was already somewhat slick and messy down there, so I had no problem penetrating her anus. In the back of my mind I wondered if she had had unsafe sex with this young man. She leaned over the seat and began to suck the man's cock while I worked my cock in and out of her sweet, tight anus. I certainly didn't last long - I quickly came inside of her while spanking her broad ass cheeks. It took several more minutes (and a few more slaps from me) for the other man to cum, and when he did she pulled his cock out and let him cum onto her neckline. She then told us both to get out of the car and hustled us into the backyard. Again, in the back of my mind I worried about unsafe sex, and also that the neighbors might happen to see us, even at 2 in the morning. In the secluded safety of our fenced backyard, my wife stripped off her dress and knelt before the two of us, demanding that we pee on her. We were both happy to oblige. I directed the flow of my urine into her mouth while the young man next to me peed all over her breasts and belly. She fell back into the grass, giggling and fingering herself like a maniac. For the first time I sensed that she was not herself - drunk perhaps, or on some drug. We stood there and watched her masturbate on the lawn in the moonlight. She came once, twice, three times, then curled up into a ball, still breathing heavily and laughing. We helped her up. I took her arms and told the man to wait outside. I walked her into the house and into the shower, then grabbed my keys and wallet, slid on my sandals, and went back outside. I told the man that my wife was in no condition to drive him home and that I would have to do it. Inside, I was growing more concerned and a little angry about the situation. I drove the man home in total silence and let him off at his apartment complex. He said nothing to me, not even thank you, as I pulled away and went home. My wife was still in the shower, soaping her body thoroughly. I took off my robe and got in with her. I asked her what she was on and she said she didn't know, some kind of aphrodisiac. Of course, there isn't any such thing as a true aphrodisiac, but it was clear that she really didn't know what she was on, especially after a few more minutes of questioning. I asked her if she had had unsafe sex and she said no, of course not. She turned off the shower and got out. She told me that the man had greased her ass up with KY jelly and fucked her with a dildo while he fucked her pussy with his condom-encased penis. I shrugged - that made sense, I supposed. We went to bed exhausted and very clean.
That same guy drove by the house a few days later in the morning, when he probably thought nobody was home. I happened to be in the living room looking for my sandals when I saw him drive by in his car. He may have been by every morning since our encounter, but this was the first time I had seen him. I saw him two more times that week under similar circumstances. The last time I went outside and glared at him while he drove by. He didn't seem to mind my stare - he just cruised down the street at the same speed.
He started calling the house and asking for my wife. To make a long story short, he continued to harass and stalk my wife, until I went directly to his apartment and had a little discussion with him. I brought my friends, Smith & Wesson, and they did most of the talking. After that he seemed to understand that we wanted a little privacy, and I never saw him again.
I asked my wife that she stop seeking strangers in bars and she agreed, for she was every bit as spooked as I was by this most recent encounter. Our sex life drooped slightly while we tried to think of another solution to her voracious thirst for sexual variety. More than once, I contemplated the unspeakable, the I-word, the ultimate taboo: incest with her son. I never mentioned it to her at this time, though. I wondered if she was thinking the same thing and dared not speak for the same reasons.
When Jon was about ten and Roy was around six, my home-based business was doing very well. My wife was taking classes at the nearby junior college to fill up her time during the day, and my sons were both exceeding all our expectations in their homeschooling. Jon was reading at a tenth-grade level and Roy was reading at a fifth-grade level. Both boys were very hungry for books to read, so quite a bit of my time was spent hunting down new material for their minds in nearby bookstores. At one of these bookstores I overheard two men discussing a problem that was related to my business. I politely interrupted them and offered my business card, which they gratefully accepted. The next day I received a call from one of the men. I'll call him Al. Al explained the problem to me and I assured him that I could take care of it. He offered to drop some documents by our house that day.
When Al arrived, Jon and Roy were sitting at the dining room table trying to make their own board game with construction paper, markers, plastic toys and glue. I was downstairs in my office and came up to greet Al, who handed me a thick folder filled with documents. We headed back down to my office and discussed business for a while. When Roy and Jon called me to see their game, we headed back upstairs and were both actually fairly impressed with the complex dinosaur game my sons had invented. We watched them play for a moment, then I bid Al farewell and headed back down to work on his documents.
The folder he had left me was quite thick. In addition to the documents, Al had left me his address book in case I needed to contact any of his clients with questions. Inside the address book was a business card for a nudist retreat. I turned the card over in my hand many times while I thought about taking a little vacation.
When my wife got home from her classes, I showed her the card and explained the situation. She said she would look into for me and I headed back downstairs to get started on Al's work. As usual, I got caught up completely in my efforts, and didn't realize how fast the time had flown until my wife tapped me on the shoulder and told me that dinner was ready. While we ate at the table and tried to keep Roy from making a huge mess, we discussed the nudist retreat. My wife had called the retreat's headquarters and asked about their hours, cost, policies, et cetera. As it turned out, the place was invitation-and-referral-only, so naturally they were eager to discover how we had found their name and number. When my wife mentioned Al's name as a reference, the retreat owners were much more willing to impart information.
They said that the retreat was open year-round and that anyone could stay for anywhere from a weekend to a full month. Facilities ranged from campgrounds to RV hookups to fully equipped cabins. My wife smiled before telling me that the owners had hinted about a swinging nightlife in the retreat. I wanted to know if they welcomed families and my wife assured me that they did. We talked about it for a bit more and decided that we should check it out. The next time I talked to Al, I told him about our plans and he heartily agreed that it was a good idea. He promised to call the retreat in advance to let them know we were coming with his blessings.

II. The retreat and the crossing of the line.

I cleared a weekend on my calendar and we were all set. We decided to get a small cabin since we had no camping equipment. The boys were excited about going into the woods, especially being able to play outside in the nude which was something that we didn't permit them to do in our suburban neighborhood. Upon arrival we were greeted by a middle-aged couple who were fully dressed. They directed us to a parking lot nearby the entrance. A large brick building sat between the parking lot and a long, dense row of trees. We parked and headed inside to register.
Two older women were seated behind two large desks inside. They were clad in t-shirts, shorts and sandals. They greeted us warmly and handed us a bunch of forms to fill out. The registration process took about an hour, after which we were given a map and instructed to take our belongings through the tree line on the red path. We headed down the red path through the wooded area and passed a sign: Cheer Up! Beyond This Point You May Encounter Nudity! We had a good laugh at that. A couple hundred yards later, we exited the tree line and found ourselves standing at the top of a large hill at the mouth of a small valley. Beneath us, hundreds of nude people of all ages and descriptions romped around at play or just baked in the sun. We followed the map's directions to our cabin, and once inside we stripped off our clothes. The boys begged to be allowed outside to play and we let them go. My wife and I sat in the grass outside the cabin and looked over the promotional and informational literature about the retreat.
At this particular nudist retreat, the owners believed in the freedom of nudity and the usual naturist philosophy of most nudist camps. However, their literature also stressed the naturalness of sexuality and sexual identity, and made a point of welcoming gay and lesbian couples and their families. A separate sheet explained that there were facilities for "group activities" as well as babysitting centers and teen activity areas for couples with children. The descriptions were subtle and tasteful, but it was pretty clear that a lot of swinging and other sexual wildness went on around this place. I looked around. Everybody seemed so normal looking, not like a wild bunch of hedonists. There was a thin Caucasian gay couple in their late fifties or early sixties. There was a group of mixed-race young adults playing volleyball. There was a middle-aged white woman leading another multiracial group in tai chi exercises. There was a family of African-Americans splashing in the lake. There were many couples just walking around and sunning together. And everywhere there were dozens of children of all ages and appearances running around laughing and playing. It was, I admit, very utopian and very appealing. I hugged my wife and wondered aloud why people couldn't live like this all the time.
Quite a few people came by to introduce themselves. We met the Smiths (the African-American family mentioned earlier), the Reids (an older couple with their grandchildren), the Harpers (a young mixed-race couple) and quite a few others. The Harpers hung around with us for quite a while, answering our many questions. Husband Paul was a tall, hirsute, olive-skinned man, perhaps of Mediterranean descent, with a thick mustache and a shaved head. Wife Michelle was a light-skinned black woman who also had closely cropped hair (but no mustache!). They were very friendly and explained a lot to us, including the special "group activities." Apparently, those who wanted to participate left a small note on a bulletin board outside of the "group center." In the note, you described what you were looking for and where you were located. Whoever was interested could pull your note off the board and come find you, then walk back to the group center or stay in your tent/cabin/RV and do whatever it is that you were interested in. Paul and Michelle told us that they had had a number of satisfying encounters with other couples during their many stays in the nudist retreat. They remarked that some of the new folks found it a little awkward, but in time and with the right guidance, everyone got used to the openness and casualness of it all. They also told us about the rules, which were posted outside and inside of the group center: No unsafe sex, no nonconsensual sex, no "cheating" (having sex without your partner's permission), and no sex with or in front of anyone under the age of 21. Michelle said that when she and Paul first started coming to the retreat, she was only 20 and as a result had to sit out many encounters until her 21st birthday. "But it's not that big of an obstacle," she said, "considering that everybody under 21 finds their own activities." She didn't bother to elaborate upon that, but I thought I'd find out soon enough.
As dusk fell over the valley, the smell of barbecue and burning wood drifted through the air. A large bonfire was lit next to the lake. We gathered some hotdogs and buns and went to look for Roy and Jon. We passed many more laughing, happy people, including a bunch of men (and a couple of women) mud-wrestling near the bonfire. When we heard the fireworks near the edge of the valley, we knew where we would find our sons. Sure enough, they were oohing and aahing along with many other kids and adults while an older Caucasian couple set off some amazing bottlerockets and Roman candles. The display was impromptu, and over fairly quickly when the couple exhausted their supply of pyrotechnics. We managed to get Roy and Jon away and back to the bonfire for some weenie roasting.
As we sat in the cool dirt, trying to keep Roy from getting too close to the fire, I noticed a couple of young teenage boys nearby who were sporting obvious erections. Not only were they not making any attempt to conceal them, they were fondling themselves openly and somewhat absentmindedly. Many adults and a few kids were eyeing them with obvious interest; in fact, even a few adult men began to experience the inevitable physical response. I saw Paul and waved him over to ask him about this phenomenon. Paul explained that while adults were forbidden to exhibit themselves in a sexual manner around other people's children (because most parents had different ideas about how much or how little sexual education their children needed), there were no rules about children being as sexual or as asexual as they pleased. Paul confided that there had been a great debate about this issue during membership meetings and on the letters pages of the retreat newsletter. One group argued that kids needed strict guidance and education; another faction argued that while some kids shouldn't have to see adults going at it, others didn't need to have their own budding sexuality stomped out. The latter group won, and their position became retreat policy. So it was permissible for individual parents to perform in front of their children, or in front of the children of parents who didn't mind, but it was not OK for any adult to do anything sexual in front of the general population.
I nudged my wife and told her about the two teenage boys nearby. Like me, she let her gaze rest on their bodies for quite some time before she looked away. We both continued to sneak glances at the boys until they got up at the same time and headed towards the lake, presumably for a late night skinny dip. I had to shift myself around to conceal my own erection.
My wife mentioned that she needed to go home and re-shave her pubic hair for two reasons: first, the stubble was starting to irritate her thighs again, and second, she noticed that many of the women and men kept themselves cleanly shaved. I looked around the bonfire and noticed, for the first time, that many of the adults did keep themselves hairless in the crotch area. I thought I'd try it myself and see how I liked it. I have a pretty hairy thatch down there, but nobody's ever complained before.
After we ate our hot dogs and shared some more laughs and conversation with Paul and Michelle and others, we picked up a very sleepy Roy and snagged a still-energetic Jon and headed back to our cabin. We put Roy to bed and pulled out one of Jon's books in the hopes that he'd settle down and read. When we got Jon settled, we went into the bathroom to see about getting ourselves shaved.
First, my wife sat on the toilet and spread her legs wide. I took my razor and shaving cream out of my case and prepared her for a little shaving. Of course, after we finished, we were both quite excited and after I rinsed her pussy off I gave her a good licking and fingering to orgasm. Then we switched positions. I used a pair of scissors to trim most of my pubic hair down to the skin, then I let my wife cover me with shaving cream and gently razor away the rest of my stubble.
During the shaving process, I became hugely erect and quite excited. And as you might expect, as my wife was rinsing away the traces of hair and shaving cream, Jon walked into the bathroom, saying that he had to pee. I got out of his way and we watched as he held his little penis and peed into the toilet. He flushed like a good boy and then turned to me. He asked why I had cut off my hair down there since it made me look like a boy, like him. My wife and I laughed and said that we liked him that way and we liked being that way too. My cock was still rock hard and standing straight up. My wife knelt down in front of our son and ran her hand over his little dick. I took a deep breath and put my hand on my wife's shoulder to keep from falling over. She reached up and put her other hand on my hard cock and started to masturbate me. She started talking about how a nice smooth hairless penis felt very nice, and while it was normal for grownups to have hair there, it was also nice to cut that hair off and feel the smoothness. As I watched, barely able to breathe or think, my son's penis grew erect under my wife's fingers. She looked up at me and smiled. She looked drunk - her eyes were glistening and her smile was slightly askew. She looked like she did on that night a couple of years ago when I shared her with that young man in the back seat of our car - a little drugged, completely wanton and slutty. I couldn't help but groan out loud and blurt out, "Feels so good!" My wife's smile grew even wider and more maddeningly beautiful. At that point my son took a single step forward and put his hand on my hard, hairless cock. That was it - that was all it took, it was unbelievable. I came and came. The first few shots hit the bathroom wall and the next few were taken into my wife's eager mouth. She let go of my son's penis and seized my ass with one hand and my cock with the other, jerking me off into her mouth. It was wonderful. I was leaning back against the bathroom wall, my eyes half-closed, staring not at my wife's head but at my son's face. He looked ... intent. Studious. Very interested in what we were doing. He glanced at my semen running down the wall behind him, then looked back at his mother sucking his father's cock. He smiled. "Mom likes the baby juice," he said. My wife and I both laughed. "I still can't make any," he said, looking down at himself and actually playing with himself. "That's OK," I said as my wife finished with my penis. "You will someday." My wife then turned around and actually kissed my son's penis, stood up, ruffled his hair, told him not to worry and that he'd be able to make it very soon, then winked at me and headed off to bed. I hustled Jon out of the bathroom and into his bed next to Roy's, then went into the master bedroom and jumped into bed with my wife. We exchanged furious whispers about what had just happened, frantically diddling each other. We clambered into a 69 position and ended up licking each other's asses for a while, then sucking each other's genitals gently for quite a long time.
The next morning we woke up to some very loud giggling and screeching. I went out to the living area to see what was going on. Jon had Roy on the couch and was tickling him mercilessly while also rubbing his little penis. I told Jon that Roy was being too loud and to please stop tickling him so much. Jon took his hands off Roy immediately. I took a deep breath and told Jon that he could keep rubbing Roy's penis as long as Roy didn't make too much noise, so Jon continued. I went back to the bedroom and got my wife up so she could see. When we came back out, Roy was stretched out on the couch with his hands behind his head looking supremely content. Jon was sitting next to him, rubbing his six-year-old brother's penis as well as his own erect little cock. It was an unbelievable sight. It was amazing. My cock became immediately, throbbingly erect. My wife was slackjawed and wide-eyed. Where did you learn that? we asked Jon. Jon shrugged and told us that he had seen some boys doing it yesterday on the other side of the lake. Roy piped up, "They were making baby juice!" Despite the situation, I laughed and looked at my wife, who also had a wide grin on her face. Jon said that he would be making baby juice soon, right? My wife and I both nodded. On impulse I sat down next to Roy and began to jerk my own cock. My wife sat on the other side of Jon and started running her hand up and down his back. I told Roy that I would show him some baby juice. Roy just looked at me while his brother continued to play with his tiny hard little dick. My eyes took in the scene - I was masturbating in front of my sons. My youngest son was staring at my cock, waiting for my orgasm, while my oldest son was masturbating himself and his little brother, and my wanton wife was diddling her shaved pussy and stroking her son's bare back. It was surreal - it made my stomach do a couple of flips and my heart skip a couple of beats. I couldn't believe what was going on with my family.
You can bet that it didn't take me long to have a really pulse-pounding orgasm. I shut my eyes, threw my head back, and grunted with each burst of hot sperm. I heard my wife gasp a couple of times. Jon and Roy started laughing. I stroked my cock repeatedly until I was done and started to go limp, then I sat up and looked at them. Now all three of them were laughing at me. I was a mess! Covered with my own sperm, I looked like the star of some gay porn movie. I started laughing too, and reached over and tickled Roy. My wife started tickling Jon. Both boys are very ticklish, so this collapsed a sexually tense situation into one of our normal tickle-fights. After a while, the boys begged for relief from our tickling fingers, so we let them catch their breath. We noticed that they still had erections. My wife and I exchanged glances. She went to go start breakfast, and I went outside.
I stretched, breathed in some of the clean air, and looked around the area. Nobody else was outside of their cabins yet. It wasn't quiet in the valley. I closed my eyes and strained my ears - I could hear many sounds of nature, like wind in the trees, birds singing, and so on, but not a human sound at all. Beautiful.
I went back inside and helped my wife fix breakfast. The four of us sat down and had a huge breakfast together and then tried to make plans for the day.
The rest of the weekend passed without too much incident. There was one point where I thought I would get an erection while looking at some young boys and girls playing together (all the young boys had erections too, and the girls laughed when they flicked and touched them), but I headed for the lake and quickly cooled my fire. Another time, I had taken Jon into the woods to take a quick piss, and after peeing he told me that he had seen some boys having sex there earlier in the day. Of course I made Jon describe exactly what he had seen while I pumped my shaved cock into a full erection. Jon described seeing one boy fuck another boy from behind, while two other older boys watched and played with themselves. Jon was able to actually see one's boy's little hairless penis going in and out of the other boy's hairless rectum. It took me no time at all to ejaculate onto a nearby tree, and when I finished I tousled Jon's hair and took him back to the cabin.
It seems like this trip to the nudist retreat was the starting point of a pronounced sexual openness in our family. I think that from this point on I realized that incest with my children was inevitable. At the same time I was terrified of someone discovering our open family, and very worried that I might permanently warp our sons with this sexual openness.
We went on several retreats after that one and met many families, some of whom were as open as ours and some that weren't. My wife and I ended up participating in many of the "special group activities" and enjoyed them very much. We spent a lot of time with Paul and Michelle too. They would come over for a night and, after the kids went to bed and we were sure they were asleep, the fun would start. The four of us participated in just about every type of safe sex there is. After several months of this, the four of us decided that we would swing together exclusively. We went and got tested for all the STDs, and six months later took all the tests again. When we were satisfied that we were all clean, we started participating in every type of unsafe sex there is. Paul fucked my ass, my wife ate Michelle's pussy, Paul and I double-penetrated Michelle, we all gave my wife golden showers, and so on. I loved to eat Michelle's cleanly shaven black pussy and so did my wife. We also enjoyed sucking Paul's medium-length but thick dark cock. We'd get together about twice a month, sometimes more, and we always had the best time. My wife stopped going out to bars to pick up other men and women; she decided that Paul and Michelle were more than enough for her entertainment.
There were a few awkward moments when Jon or Roy would wake up and knock on our door to see what was going on. If we couldn't reassure them with a few words through the door, then either my wife or I would get dressed and slip outside to put the boy back to bed while the others kept quiet in the darkened room. On one of these occasions, Jon asked me if we were having sex and I told him No, more because I wanted to get him back in bed fast and not because I didn't want to explain it to him.
During this time my wife and I caught Jon and Roy sexually playing together many times. It became a frequent occurence to find Roy and Jon playing with each other's naked, hard little penises. Around the house, they often went without clothes or just with a T-shirt, as my wife and I did. One day my wife was sitting with Jon in the living room, watching television. I had just gotten out of the shower and came up behind them. My wife turned and saw me. She smiled and asked if I was nice and clean. I said yes. She beckoned me closer, and when I got right next to her head she held my cock and licked it all over. Our son looked up at us and giggled. He didn't look back at the TV, he kept watching us. My wife fondled my balls and sucked hard at my now-erect penis. I heard Roy come into the room and Jon told him to see what we were doing. Roy came up behind me and stood on his toes to see around my legs. To steady himself, he put his little hand on my ass, which excited me even more. Roy giggled too. My wife stopped sucking me long enough to say that Daddy really enjoyed this treatment. When she spoke I could smell her breath: she was a little tipsy, to say the least. Then she went down on me again. Roy let go of my ass and walked around the side of the couch. Jon whispered something in his ear, and then sat back on the couch. I watched as Roy actually knelt down and started to suck his older brother's hard dick. Jon closed his eyes and put his head back, then opened them and watched his little brother for a moment, then closed his eyes again and nodded. This was so exciting to me that I started cumming immediately. My wife, oblivious to what was going on next to her, drank greedily at my cock, swallowing every bit of my sperm and continuing to suck my cock as it grew limp. I tapped her on the shoulder and gently took her head away from my cock. She looked up at me and I gestured to the scene next to her. Roy was still sucking Jon's dick. My wife gasped and giggled out loud, which seemed to be Roy's cue to quit sucking. He stood up and proudly displayed his little boner, insisting that it was his turn. Jon changed places with him. Roy giggled on the couch while Jon sucked his cock and balls deep into his mouth. Roy kept saying that it tickled. I went around to the front of the couch and knelt before my wife to eat her lovely shaved pussy. I kept glancing up over her thigh to watch Jon suck Roy. Before I finished with my wife, Roy made Jon stop because it tickled too much. My wife told Jon to climb up on the couch next to her. He did. She played with his hard cock for a while, which made my cock get hard again, and then she told him to stand up in front of her on the couch. He carefully put each foot on either side of her outstretched legs. I stopped eating her pussy long enough to hear her say, now lean forward Jon and let me suck you. My son obeyed and put his penis in his mother's mouth. I stood up and walked around to the side to watch the scene. Yes, she was sucking him. I started pumping my cock, I couldn't help it. I was so hard and so excited, I was trembling. It was unreal to see this and feel it. I wanted it to happen, yet I was terrified of it happening. Jon was about 12 at this time and had a very nice sized cock for a boy his age. There were a few sprouts of soft blond hair around his cock and nuts. The shaft was about four inches long and went in and out of my wife's lovely mouth so smoothly. I was mesmerized. But I hadn't seen, or felt, anything yet.
Roy came over to me and took hold of my penis. I giggled, a little crazily, and helped Roy fit the head of my penis into his mouth. He closed his little eyes and sucked my cock, going back and forth like his mommy was doing on his big brother's dick. I looked over at my wife. She was rubbing her breasts with one hand and fingering her sloppy shaved cunt with the other. Jon had his hands on her shoulders and was staring at her sexy lips going back and forth over his shaft. I looked back down at Roy. He was still blissfully sucking me ... I was in heaven. I was so excited and horny that I was dizzy. I put one hand on Roy's eight-year-old head and the other on the side of the couch next to my wife.
Jon made a high pitched moaning sound, and my wife gasped, then choked. I realized that Jon was having his first wet orgasm into his mother's mouth. I reached down and held the base of my shaft tightly to keep from exploding into Roy's mouth and kept watching as Jon filled his mom's mouth with boy sperm. It was a beautiful, incredible, mind-blowing sight. As soon as Jon was done, I told him to hop down. I climbed over the side of the couch and thrust my cock into my wife's mouth before she could say anything. She squealed and grabbed my nuts and ass. It took about ten thrusts before I burst into her mouth with a force I have yet to match. It was fucking amazing.
After that, the four of us laid on the couch. Roy laid across all our laps and we idly stroked his body. I was sitting in the middle and I played almost exclusively with his little hard cock and balls. We talked to the boys and asked them what they thought about what happened. They both said that it had been fun and they wanted to do it more. My wife and I looked at each other. She spoke up first, saying that we could do it more if they really wanted to. Both Roy and Jon agreed that they did want more. We told them to get up and get dressed so we could go to dinner. Of course they jumped up and raced to their bedrooms to put on clothes. I kissed my wife deeply and told her that we'd have to have a little talk later tonight.