When Dad was back home, not deployed and working in barracks, life was often different. Dad is very military, matter of fact, not very emotional. Except where Mum is concerned and then his brains moved from his beret to his balls!  I could pretty much guarantee that within 5 minutes of walking through the door after returning from a deployment, he'd disappear with Mum to their bedroom for noisy, vigorous sex. Not that I'd blame him, especially after I started to understand what a deployment was like - he deserved to have fun at home.

Military houses aren't always very substantial and they're not even very well maintained. My bedroom backed onto theirs and the walls weren't great. Compounding that was a built in wardrobe between the two rooms but without any dividers - if we both opened the wardrobe doors, we could see each other from each room!  As I got older, a chronic masturbator, I'd often hide in the wardrobe, look through the air vents in the opposite wardrobe doors and enjoy the view, whether it was Mum on her own or Dad and her being energetic again! 

Time moved on and a couple of times, after I'd gone to bed, I'd hear the doorbell go, and my parents would have visitors. Not long afterwards I'd hear my parents in their bedroom and realise there were other people with them. In their bedroom!  Peeking showed me what was happening and my little mind was well and truly blown.  

After one night where I ought to have been sleeping, but had peeked, played and lied awake listening and thinking, I came downstairs yawning and obviously tired. Mum told me I needed an early night and I snapped back that I'd had one the night before but you kept me awake as you were so noisy!  She didn't answer that and I went off to school. Later that night, Dad knocked on my bedroom door and said he wanted a word. Typically non-nonsense, no preamble, he told me that my Mum and him were swingers, had been for years and although they mostly went to sex clubs, they sometimes met people at their home or ours. He asked me if I had any questions. Later on, I had thousands I could have asked, but right then I just asked if they loved each other!  

So after that, the cat was out of the bag and they were more open with me when they were going out and telling me when friends were coming over. They had no idea I was peeking, I think, and I did that a lot!