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"Yes, Mom. It might have been quite embarrassing. Anyway, my slavery isn't up. I'll be naked on Monday, and I wanted to let you know ahead of time in case it would affect your decision to come. Additionally, Lisa was intrigued by my slavery and wanted to join me with my permission. She's currently serving as a slave as well. We'll both be naked as well as one other person, who's joining us for the day. I think you should know that both Lisa and I are serving as Scott's slaves. She's moved in with us for the duration and we're together right now in a polyamorous relationship as determined by our Master."
"The three of you are sleeping together? Is that what you're saying?" Mary asked.
"Yes, Mom, we're all boinking. For the last week and for an additional week to go."
"My goodness," Mary said. "I'm so surprised. You've always been such a straight girl, never doing any strange or outlandish things."
"Things change. This is one of them."
"You don't think this will harm your marriage?" Harold said.
"I can't know for certain, but I don't believe so. Our marriage was and is very strong. We seem as deeply committed to one another as ever."
"I suppose this means we can tell her, Harold, without her getting all bent out of shape," Mary said.
"Do you think so?" Harold asked. "Kids have such odd feelings about how their parents are supposed to behave. Doesn't matter if they're doing the same or worse themselves."
"Tell me what?" I asked.
"You might as well tell her now, Mary. The cat's out of the bag and she'll pester us until she finds out," Harold said.
"Your father and I are in an open relationship, darling," Mary said.
"An open relationship? What's that mean?" I asked.
"It means that despite deciding to remain married to one another, we see other people. You know; have some on the side," Mary replied.
"What? Since when?" I asked, stunned.
"I told you, Mary. Doesn't make any difference she's serving as a sex slave to her husband along with her best friend, sharing the same bed; she's going to have judgments about her parents doing something out there."
"She just wants to know what's going on, don't you, dear? Nothing judgmental about it, yet, isn't that right Julia?" Mary inquired.
"I guess not," I replied. "When did this all start?"
"Around the time you got married," Mary said. "Harold and I realized we were no longer capable of giving each other everything we needed from a partner. We still loved each other, but something was missing. There was no mystery anymore; no surprises. Since we still loved one another, we didn't want to get a divorce, so we decided to just open the marriage and let other people in, though I don't think either of us has gone so far as to engage in any homosexual behavior, have you, Harold?"
"Nope, strictly ladies for me, though I did have a threesome with another fellow and a woman. We didn't really touch one another except accidentally," Harold answered.
"Just men for me. I had a threesome once myself. Quite the night," Mary reminisced. "In fact, your wedding might have been the first night your father and I went home with different people. Weddings are such a good place to meet and hook up with new people, don't you think?"
"It's not like she would have noticed," Harold said. "She had eyes only for Scott."
"What's it like being with another woman?" Mom asked. "Do you think I should try it?"
My head was ready to explode. I couldn't believe I was having this conversation with my parents. Here I was, worried about telling them about my escapades over the past couple weeks, and they'd been doing the dirty with other people for a decade.
"It's okay," I said, looking at Lisa. "We're both committed heterosexuals, but Master doesn't want either of us to be ignored, so we've been together several times as slaves. She's a well trained pussy pleaser, as am I. We were both trained by the same person. You'd probably enjoy it, if the woman knew what she was doing."
"I might have to try it sometime then," Mary said. "I'd like to see if women are any better at it than most men are?"
"I'm assuming from your revelation we can expect to see you on Memorial Day then?" I asked.
"Of course, Julia. We wouldn't miss it. It will be nice to see you again, even if you are naked," Dad said. "Might even add a little spice to the day."
"Harold, be nice. You're speaking about your own daughter," Mary said.
"Doesn't mean I don't think she's a knockout," he said. "Looks kind of like you did back in the day."
"We'll see you then," I said. "Take care. Don't forget your swimsuits. We'll spend most of the day around the pool, weather permitting."
"Goodbye, Mistress Mary, Master Harold," Lisa said.
"Goodbye, Lisa," Mary said. "I guess we'll be seeing a lot of you on Monday too."
"Yes, Mistress."
They hung up and Lisa and I looked at one another.
"I can't believe I didn't know this about my parents," I said.
"I can. When do we ever talk to our parents about sex. I've never talked to mine about it. They didn't even have to give me 'the talk' before my wedding night. I'd lost my virginity several years before."
"So my parents are in an open marriage, Master's parents have engaged in dominance and submission. I wonder if your parents have any surprises up their sleeves."
"I can't even begin to guess anymore."
"You're turn," I said.
I'd met Reginald and Marjorie Lloyd several times as a close neighbor to Lisa. She usually saw them a couple times a month. Lisa called them up and put them on speaker.
Reggie answered the phone. "Julia, why are you calling. Has something happened to Lisa?"
"No, Dad, it's me," Lisa said. "I'm using Julia's phone."
"Has something happened to your phone?"
"No. I'm over at her house and we were making some phone calls on her phone, so we're still using it. She's here with me, you're on speaker phone, is Mom there?"
"She's out shopping for groceries for the weekend. Long weekend this week."
"That's the reason we're calling. Scott and Julia are having a party on Memorial Day at their house and we wanted to invite you and Mom. Around eleven, with barbecue and booze, a few friends. Can you make it?"
"I don't see why not," Reggie said. "It's not like our food will go to waste if she buys something. We can always freeze it. Do you need us to bring anything. Your mom makes those great deviled eggs."
She looked at me and I shook my head yes, why not. She did make great deviled eggs. Heaven knows us slaves needed lots of protein.
"That would be wonderful, Dad, and I'll remind you to bring your swim stuff if it's a nice day. It will be out by the pool, but there's something else we need to tell you. I wish Mom were there."
"You're not sick or anything are you?"
"No, but I'm in another relationship, and I thought you should both know."
"I'll tell her when she gets home. Is it anyone we know?"
"Yes, it's Scott and Julia."
"Both of them?" Reginald asked.
"Yes, Dad, both. It's kind of this polyamorous thing. It started when Julia decided to try out becoming Scott's sex slave. She wanted to see what it was like. Anyway, she seemed to be having so much fun, I asked if I could be a sex slave with her. So, Scott's our Master and he dominates us. I'm going to be a naked sex slave when you come on Monday. So's Julia and another woman we've met. I wanted to warn you before you came over so you wouldn't be shocked by our nudity."
"Let me see if I understand this," Reggie said. "You and Julia are serving as Scott's sex slaves and you're both going to be buck naked when we come over. That's what you're telling me?"
"Yes, Dad. I know it might be shocking to you, but both Julia and I find it very fulfilling to serve as sex slaves to her husband. We love it a lot. I hope it's okay with you, but I'll understand if it isn't, but I'm not going to stop until it's over."
"When does it end?" Reggie asked.
"One week from today. Julia agreed to do it for three weeks and she's been doing it for two. I started a week ago and we're both stopping at the same time."
Reginald was silent for quite some time, and we both thought he was going to hang up any minute now in disgust. What he said next was nowhere close to what we expected.
"I'm not as shocked as I might have sounded, pumpkin. In fact, your mother and I have wanted to tell you something for a long time, and this sounds like as good a time as any to tell you. We're swingers. Have been ever since shortly after we were married. It was pretty hard to keep it secret from you when you were at home. We used to have some of the parties at our house. We'd have to send you and your brother to grandma's when it was our turn to host."
"You and Mom, swingers?" Lisa said. "You and Mom having sex with other people since shortly after you married? Does that mean someone else could be my father, or my brother's only my half brother?"
"Oh, no, pumpkin. We'd stop having sex with others when she was trying to get pregnant. No, you're definitely mine all right and so's your brother."
"So you just have sex with other people, go out on dates and such?" Lisa inquired.
"No, no dates. We didn't want to do anything behind each others backs. We have sex with others as a couple, either spouse swapping with other couples or having group orgies with several other couples. It can get kind of wild, as you might expect. Women with women, guys with guys, everyone with everyone else. We'd just pile a bunch of mattresses in one of the bedrooms, get naked and get it on. It's a lot of fun."
"Are you still doing this?" Lisa asked.
"Of course. You don't stop just because you're older. You just can't have sex as often, although Viagra helps immensely in that department. I sometimes envy your mother. She can fuck for hours, although she often needs lubricant now. The natural fluids can't quite keep up with the number of cocks."
Oh my fucking God, I thought. Every one of our parents was as deviant or more so than we were. I was worried we'd be telling them something shocking which could end up disgusting them and altering our relationship. It might be altered, but not by anything we were doing.
Lisa asked, "So you've had sex with other men?"
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