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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to any person living or dead is purely coincidental.
All fictional characters participating in any fictional sexual activity are 18 years of age or older.
This story will span several chapters and will eventually involve wife swapping, cheating, and incest themes. Be warned.
I have no editor, so all grammar errors are mine, and I apologize in advance. If you want to be an editor, let me know.
MMMMMMF, MF, FF, Orgy, Swinging, Wife, bdsm, Exhibitionism, Voyeur, Incest Themes

Chapter 2</p>
The smell of bacon woke me up. Usually it's a pleasant experience, but this morning it was accompanied by the shrill squeal of the smoke alarm, and it certainly didn't smell tasty. I ran out of my room to find the kitchen immersed in smoke to the point I couldn't see to the other side. The light of flames from the stove burned through the haze and I grabbed a dishtowel and snatched the pan from the stove and set it on a trivet and covered it with a pizza pan. I turned off the burner and started walking toward the window when I ran into someone.
"OW!"
"Raine? What are you doing?" I reached out and found her arm in the smoke. I directed her toward the window and reached down to open it.
"I'm sorry, Grampa. I was trying to fix you breakfast." She wouldn't look me in the eye and cowered as though I was about to scold her.
I snatched the smoke alarm from the ceiling and took the battery out as the smoke began to thin. I could see Raine standing there, wearing only a nightshirt that barely came to her crotch. If she were to raise her arms, all would be revealed. If that weren't enough, she had cut the arms off and widened the neck so that it revealed much of her chest. Plenty of side boob showed through the armholes and more than enough cleavage in the neck. Really, the only thing it covered was her nipples and belly.
"Well, I appreciate the thought sweetie, but have you ever cooked bacon before?"
"Of course, I have. But I'm not used to a gas stove. It got hot so fast."
"Kind of like me," I said with a wink. "That's what I like about it."
She giggled. "Grampa!"
"Hey, are we on fire?" My grandsons Graham and Ash both made their way into the kitchen.
"Not anymore." I answered without taking my eyes from Raine. Even in the smoke, she was beautiful, and I felt my cock react. Unfortunately, I was still wearing the boxers I filled last night, and the dried cum was pulling the hairs out of my skin. I needed to get cleaned up. "Get dressed. We're going to Waffle House."
The boys squealed and ran back toward their room, but Raine lingered. "But I wanted to surprise you."
"Oh, you did," in more ways than one I finished in my mind. "It's the thought that counts. I really appreciate the effort. Of course, you'll be cleaning this up when we get back. Now go get dressed. You can't expect the cooks to do their job if you show up dressed like that."
"Grampa!" She swatted at me before she wrapped her arms around me, drawing me into a hug, and forcing her breasts to flatten against my stomach. "I love you, Grampa."
"I love you, too, sweetie." I leaned down to kiss her forehead, but she lifted her face at the last moment, planting her lips against mine. It was just a brief kiss, but I'd never kissed her lips before. She'd "give me sugar" on my cheek, and I would kiss her cheek and forehead. Her lips were soft and pliant. Moist and warm. She didn't pucker up, but neither did she open her mouth. It was a chaste kiss, but it made me want more. I pulled back instead. She refused to let me go, instead she just looked up at me for a forever moment.
"Well," asyabahis yeni giriş I cleared my throat, "let's, ah, get ready to go. Those waffles aren't going to eat themselves."
"Oh, but if they could, you know they would." The joke was bright in her eyes.
We both laughed before we separated and headed for our respective rooms.
Where did Raine get that video of me and Shelly? That question refused to leave my head all morning. In fact, it was only the burned bacon that kept me from thinking about it when I first awoke. The last time I saw that tape was before my divorce. In fact, I thought I had destroyed all the videos Shelly and I made before the divorce. We got the idea to record ourselves after we watched a particularly bad porno movie we rented. I made the off-hand comment that I could make a better movie than this one. Shelly looked at me for a moment.
"Why don't we?"
"What?"
"Why don't we make our own? We can shoot at the next party. You know the Blases would be on board. So would the Williamses." She looked like she'd given this some thought.
"You wouldn't mind?"
"Oh, honey, it would be hot. And we could watch it as many times as we want. Besides, camcorder prices are real cheap now. It makes sense."
So we bought a VHS camcorder and several boxes of tapes. We practiced filming each other, but quickly got bored with that. We tried a tripod, but with only one stationary camera angle, the resulting video wasn't worth watching. We needed to tape someone or have someone tape us.
We had joined a swinger club in the city and had been to a couple of parties, making friends with several couples. We called Bill and Cindy Williams and invited them over for a party. After dinner and conversation, we asked them if they had ever taped themselves and they hadn't, but they liked the idea. It helped that we were friends and they trusted us.
In short order, Cindy and Shelly were on the bed making out and touching and caressing each other. Bill was sitting in a chair at the foot of the bed, and I was working the camera. Shelly trailed kisses down Cindy's neck to her chest, lingering at her large breasts. Cindy had the largest breast I have ever seen, much less touched. A solid 48EEE of all natural, still firm tit-flesh begging to be suckled and squeezed, and I was always happy to oblige. As was Shelly. Even though, at 34B, Shelly had nothing to be ashamed about in the chest department, she learned to love playing with large breasts and didn't feel inferior at all. We often wrestled with who got to suck on which nipple. Cindy loved it.
I was zooming in on how she worked Cindy's nipples with her tongue, alternating between that and biting and pulling. Shelly used both hands to scoop up as much of Cindy's breast as she could--one hand could not contain them--as she feasted. Meanwhile Shelly's right thigh was grinding on Cindy's pantie-covered crotch. I pulled back and panned down Shelly's back, following the contours of her tight muscles, until I saw the strap of her thong dipping between her ass-cheeks. The light caught it just right to highlight the darkness of the soaked fabric over her leaking pussy. As I moved to the other side of the bed, Bill got up and began stroking Shelly's tight ass with his hands. She purred into Cindy's breast and pushed her ass against his hand, urging him on.
Suddenly, he pulled his hand back and smacked her right cheek, making the flesh jiggle and redden. Shelly yelped in surprise, but then she groaned, enticing Bill to do it again. Another smack made her groan louder, and she cried out at the third one. "God, yes. Spank me!"
I never knew she like spankings. She never told me or indicated asyabahis giriş she wanted me to. I mean, we had our High-Five thing, but that was just play, not S even if that problem is sitting next to me, pressing her toned, bare thighs against mine. She was almost in my lap, even though there was a mile of booth on the other side. Still, I didn't complain, though maybe I should have.
The boys were busy talking about something they saw on YouTube and pretty much ignored their sister. I tried to keep up with their conversation, but they were throwing names of supposedly famous YouTubers around like I used to describe movie stars. Raine looked like she was about to burst wanted to talk about something, but I think having her brothers around kept her from saying anything.
After we ate, we went to the mall. I figured they would all run off and leave me to wander around Barnes presumably to a game room. Raine, on the other hand, seemed content to just amble along beside me. I knew it was coming.
"Grampa," she began.
"Yes, sweetie."
"What was it like being married to Grandma?"
"Why do you ask?"
"Well," she hesitated. "I mean, we spend a lot of time with you. I'm not supposed to tell you this, but we've been spending time with her, too."
I almost stopped walking. This was news to me. As far as I knew, Junior hadn't seen his mom since she and I split. Why would Junior make contact with his mom and not tell me about it? She had left all of us and not looked back. Why would Junior not tell me if she made contact?
"And we go over to Grandma's house, though not as much as we do yours. And we love you both."
She was beating around the bush so much that there wouldn't be a bird within miles. "And I, uh, we both love you." Just saying 'we' filled my mouth with bile. "I'm sure of that."
"But how do you know?"
What? "What do you mean?"
"How would you know if she loved us? I mean, do you guys ever talk?"
Okay. She was definitely taking a different tack. "Not in a long time." It would not bother me if I never saw her again. So far, I'd managed to achieve that. Even my sons knew better than to bring her up unless absolutely necessary. "I don't like talking about her, why would I want to talk TO her?"
"I get that, Grampa. And dad has told me that you don't like talking about her...and I've, well, I've tried to respect that."
"I've always like that about you, Raine." I looked right in her eye, hoping she would pick up on my tone and drop the subject.
She didn't. "You promised always to be honest."
"Raine, sweetie, I know I did. And I have always been, and I will always be. But that doesn't mean I will always tell you everything. Just that what I decide to tell you will always be the truth.
She got quiet for a moment as we strolled along the mall shops until we arrived at the bookstore. I glanced over from time to time while we walked, and I could see her mulling over whatever question she wanted to ask. It was clearly eating at her, and I couldn't help but think it had to do with that video I saw her watching. How on Earth did she get that? It had to be from Shelly, but why would Shelly do that? What was I thinking? Shelly would do anything. The woman has no morals. But corrupt our granddaughter?
"Raine," I paused a moment. "Did your Grandma tell you something that you want me to verify?"
She stopped and looked at me, searching my face. "Well, not exactly..."
I stared. Waiting.
She stared back, as if that was sufficient.
"Well, I'm looking for a book, so if there's nothing else you want to talk about..."
"Do you hate her?"
"You already know the answer to that."
"I asyabahis güvenilirmi know you always say it's wrong to hate and that you don't hate anybody."
"And that's the truth."
"Then why do you go out of your way to avoid her?"
"I can choose to avoid people and not hate them. I avoid the doctor, but I don't hate him. I avoid my accountant, but I don't hate him."
"But you never loved those people..."
She was quick.
"...and the opposite of love is hate."
"No, dear. That's not right. Hate is wrong. Love is wonderful most of the time, but it is also painful. It can hurt worse than anything, and it can fill you with such joy at the same time. But the opposite of love is indifference. Which is what I have toward your Grandma."
"But you did love her once..."
"Of course I did. A long time ago. Before you were born. And now I don't. And I won't. Never again."
"'Never say never'."
"Don't use my words against me."
"You taught me well."
I took a deep breath as I weighed the decision to continue the discussion. Curiosity won. "So, since we're on the topic, when was the last time you were over at your Grandma's?"
"Oh, couple of weeks ago, I think. She moved; you know."
"No, I didn't. Doesn't matter, really."
"Well, she's only a few minutes from our house. It's about the same distance as our house to yours."
Well, isn't that just friggin' peachy. Now I might bump into her at the fucking Kroger or something. I might have to start ordering all my food delivered.
"Do you want to know why?"
"Jesus, Raine," I exploded. "Can't you get it through your head I don't want to talk about her? I don't want to even think about her!"
Raine's eyes widened, and her mouth gaped. I'd never yelled like that before. Oh, sure, I've yelled when the kids refused to do chores after the third reminder, but I'd always kept my temper in check. I closed my eyes, afraid to see the fear in hers.
"I'm sorry," she whispered, her eyes tearing.
Her face made me blink as regret twisted my heart. "No, sweetie, I'm sorry," I said taking a deep breath. "I shouldn't have yelled. That was wrong of me." I pulled her in for a hug. "Let's just drop it, okay?"
She didn't answer me. She just squeezed me harder. "I love you, Grampa."
"I love you, too."
"I love Grandma, too."
"As you should. She is your Grandma, after all. Don't think for a moment that your relationship with her should have anything to do with my relationship, or lack thereof, with her."
"She's miserable."
I couldn't help but smile at that. I just hoped it wasn't obvious. "Well, that's none of my business."
"She's all alone except for us."
Serves her right. I had to stop myself from saying that out loud.
"That's why she moved. To be closer to Mom and Dad."
"Again. None of my business."
"Well, I just thought you should know, since you might bump into her if you come over to our house when she's there."
"I'm sure your dad will give me enough warning." He had better. I made a note to give him a good talking to when I saw him. How could he keep this from me?
"We helped her get moved in, but she didn't want us to tell you about it."
"So, what's changed that you're telling me now?"
She got quiet again, like she was trying to figure out which word to use. "Nothing, I guess. I just don't like keeping secrets."
It was time to change the subject. Thinking about Shelly was bringing up too many negative feelings. There was one way to keep her from thinking of her Grandma. "Secrets, huh? Like those pics you sent to Ryan?"
"Ugh!" She dropped her arms and groaned. "Grampa!"
"You sure weren't keeping secrets with those pictures."
"Wait. You saw them?" Hey! She looked positively mortified. Maybe I could score a point here. I hadn't seen them, but she didn't know that.
"You were lovely, but like you said, selfies aren't the sexiest thing."