Now, when I think about it, it seems very clear that my father had long wanted to share my mother in some sexual way or another. Although, much later after his death, my mother said she hated him for being demanding and manipulative I never saw any evidence of this while I still lived at home. On the contrary it seemed to me she was always very eager and only too glad to go along with things.

Around 1958 after father came out of hospital and things had regularised themselves my father started up conversations that always led to men that my mother could fancy. By this time my father was 40 and my mother 37 and they'd been married for around 10 years. This went on for quite a while when on one particular occasion my mother finally admitted to having a crush on this boy at school. In class he would come over and tickle her cunt up through a hand hole in the middle of the stool she used to sit on. She giggled when she related these moments which seemed to suggest she didn't mind at all and glad for the attention to continue.

On a later day after much more persuasive talk she began to admit that she really liked the guy and had it not been for other circumstances she could have had a relationship or even married him.

These conversations kept cropping up about her feelings for this guy and that she had seen him on occasions in the town when they recognised each other and said hello, and yes, she still liked him even now. Eventually my father had got in touch with the guy. Apparently his wife had died and he was now on his own with his daughter. This led to the suggestion that they should invite him over for a Sunday lunch.

Well, well, well! When he arrived she was like a little puppy all over him. No keeping her distance with this guy who I had never seen before but here she was so close already full of smiles and giggles. The Sunday lunch went off without a hitch and all the washing up was done and plates put away when suddenly my father said that all the grown-ups were going upstairs for a rest and that we kids should go and play in the garden and not disturb them.

I was now 14 and told to chaperone the rest of the kids outside. My younger brother, 2 younger sisters and this guy's daughter. Well I complied and kept them well away because I had a feeling I knew what they were up to. The upstairs window was open as usual and standing underneath it was not too difficult to hear stuff going on. They didn't talk too much but I could hear the occasional girly whimpers and giggles coming from my mother. There is one noise from my parents' bedroom that was unmistakable; the very squeaky bed! After about half an hour there it was the unmistakable graunching noise. That of one of them getting between my mother's legs and yes, within a few seconds, the rhythmic squeak, squeak, squeak of her being fucked. There was a few low comments as to ascertain that she was ok and then the pace started to quicken. As I was supposed to be chaperoning the kids and making sure they didn't go inside I had to leave my post and make sure they were ok. Every time I sneaked back under the widow they were still shagging her. I've no idea how many time they did her. I remember they went upstairs at around 3'oclock in the afternoon and the squeaking went on for well over an hour. My father came down to see what we were up to around 4.30 but when I passed under the window my mother was still being shagged. It wasn't just squeaking any more the bed was really rattling and my mother was doing some real loud moaning. I had to go back a join the rest of them so as not to arouse any suspicion. We were all in the living room when my father's friend and my mother came down at around 5pm. His friend had a big grin on his face but she looked very different too. The look I now recognise as a full sexual flush. My mother's whole chest front was crimson red as was the sides of her throat. Her lips were very red and full. She carried on as if nothing had happened and got the tea ready. There was quite a bit of veiled speech chatter going on through the meal. I had by this stage already learnt to interpret it. The facts seemed to be; had my mother had really enjoyed herself? A lot seemed to be the answer! Should they repeat it? Most definitely was the very quick reply!

I just wonder what was going on for the period that my father was up there with him as it was quite a while. Had they both shagged her? Had she done them both at the same time or one at a time as the other wanked as he watched on? The guy must have brought a supply of condoms as the family only had the 1 reusable one. It definitely got washed and dried the next day because after all that my father shagged her again that evening bringing mother to have one helluva noisy groaning orgasm. The ease by which all the parties went upstairs meant to me everyone knew what the deal was. My mother knew the moment he arrived that this guy was going to shag her; the guy knew he was there to shag my mother and my father knew he would see another guy shag his wife. My father had obviously arranged all of this with all consenting parties I just wonder how he got round to persuading my mother to do it. Guys are easy and he probably just put the proposition to guy like "Would you like to shag my wife"? The guy probably hungry for sex after his wife died perhaps thought who'd look a gift horse in the mouth and jumped at the chance to fuck a woman who he'd fancied at school. For me my mother proved to be something of a dark horse and to be fucked by another man in the marital bed in front of your husband is quite a large jump in morals.

Our new friends' visits became quite regular on a once a month basis at which the process was just the same except my mother now greeted him in a full embrace and a long kiss on the lips. She also discreetly fondled his cock through his trousers just like she did with my father. I bet she thought no one would notice - well they did! When it rained and we had to stay in meant I could listen to the squeaky bed going. It didn't take me too long to recognise who was fucking her. After listening to my parents fucking for a long time now I could clearly pick out my father's rhythm. The friend seemed to have a totally different technique of short fast bursts with quite long time lapses in between. I did become evident that the friend did most of the fucking.

They would usually all go up to the bedroom together but one Sunday my father surprised me by saying that he was taking all of us kids for a walk. We were away for quite a while which meant mother was all alone with him that time. They were still not down after we got back and the bed was still squeaking. When my mother finally made an appearance she was very red and looked very knackered.  Her fuck buddy must have given her a real good shagging. My father asked my mother if it was OK. In a very clear confirmatory manner, not are you OK in a concerned tone. She smiled broadly and nodded very positively. Which I believe meant had she enjoyed a good shagging session. I know my father shagged her again that evening when they had a very long session. There was a lot of talking and giggling. She had quite a loud orgasm that night. I watched her the next morning emptying the condom as usual and washing it ready for its next use which was the same night. My father shagged her another three times after that with my mother having a climax every time so whatever had gone on that Sunday it had turned both of them on in a big way.

It would appear that my mother had become this guy's fuck buddy for at least a couple of years maybe more. After I joined the Army and came home on leave and they were still at it.