Swapping Sexualities

Doorbell rings and Gail and her hubby hustle to answer it, sharing this sideways grin like they just planned a heist. She swings it open and there's Eric gripping his suitcase, his first foreign trip written all over his face. 'Welcome to Canada, bud,' Steve says, clapping a hand on his shoulder, maybe a second too long. Eric's eyes go wide and he fidgets, but they just smile brighter and steer him down the hall. Next thing, the kid's trying to get breakfast and walks into the kitchen. Gail's frying eggs wearing nothing but an apron that just covers the front of her tits and the curve of her ass, while Steve's stretched out in boxers. He shrugs like it's just Tuesday. 'Clothes are stupid unless you need them, right?' Eric glances between both sets of almost-naked bodies, awkward hard-on already waking in his shorts. After they sweet-talk him, he strips his shirt off. They both close in, sandwiching him with big cheesy grins. Fork ready, chow time. Couple days later Eric's waiting outside the bath in his underwear, kind of getting comfortable with this casual flesh routine. Bathroom door opens and Gail steps out bare-assed, Steve right behind her swinging free. 'We always rinse off together,' he says, sliding an arm right around Eric's waistband. 'Might as well go full natural too sometime, yeah? Don't knock it till you try it.' Eric blushes, grins, then he mutters 'Maybe… Honestly this place is a hell of a lot less uptight than home,' and slips behind the door. Tonight they're flopped on the couch watching a show, Eric dead-center with Gail's bare thigh warm on one side and Steve's knee brushing the other. Neither hand is shy. When they break the news that they're both bi and the new arrangement they want, there's a heavy beat of silence, until the wine and jokes do the rest of the work. They'll teach him plenty while he's here—more than geography homework ever covered.