Date: Mon, 5 Oct 2020 09:43:46 -0700 From: Mark Stout Subject: Richard and Franco Part 11 of 11 Richard and Franco 11 Betty, Bill and Richard: The Next Generation Bisex-MMF nosex My name is Richard. I'm 40 years old and and I live with my husband, Franco, in La Spezia, Italy. Ten years after we finished our back yard garden, I was a full partner with the accounting firm that I'd joined in my twenties, and now I mostly work from home. Franco is on the board of a Berlin company that owns hotels throughout Europe, including one here in town where he used to manage the parking valets. Franco works from home, too; about every three months he has to go to Berlin on business. At some point we finally put a Jacuzzi on the brick pad that had stood empty waiting for so long. We had to get rid of the smoker; it was taking away what our workout routine had given us. At the beginning of June, Franco and I took a trip to America to visit my old friends and family. My parents are over sixty now and hadn't seen us in ages. We got in late, got supper and checked in to our hotel, and then slept for something like ten hours. After we got a light breakfast at a Starbucks, we made a couple of phone calls and got a loose schedule together. First we met my parents and visited for about two hours. I still wasn't used to their condo; it's not where I grew up, but now they knew all of the comings and goings in the complex. My parents were five years from retirement and talking about travelling. I promised to send them a Berlitz course in Italian before they came to La Spezia. With great effort, we made our apologies and went to visit Betty and Bill. My oldest and dearest friends greeted us with kisses and told us to take our sandals off, the first time any of us had needed to be told. The house looked a lot more organized than it had when I last visited, and Betty and Bill, though older, were back to their old selves. We were talking about our flight when a boy came into the living room wearing only a pair of white girls' panties with a blue flower print. Betty said, "Sam, we've got company. Put some clothes on!". The boy turned around and went back, I presume, to his room. "That's Sam?", I asked. Betty and Bill both said, "Yes". I was starting to ask why the three of us hadn't tried girls' underwear when we were fourteen, which would've been stupid because we barely wore clothes at all together. I couldn't get my stupid question out; the doorbell rang. "I'll get it!", said Sam, now wearing board shorts and a tank top. He let in another boy and a girl, his age. They both kicked off their flip-flops, and were also dressed in shorts and tank tops. The girl was carrying a hemp bag. I don't remember their names. They looked at Franco and I like we were from another planet, then they ignored all of us adults. The three of them kissed each other, oblivious to the adults that were watching, then the three fourteen year-olds went straight out the sliding glass door into the courtyard, shared with a dozen other apartments. There was a pool in the center, but Sam and friends stuck to some outdoor furniture just on the other side of the glass. Betty, Bill, Franco and I had stopped talking. The boy that had just come through sat in a chair first. Sam took the bag and was going through it. The girl was giving orders, which we couldn't hear. While we watched, Sam started painting the fingernails and then toenails of the other boy. The color was midnight blue. The three of them looked determined and unashamed; none of them were giggling. While Sam was working on the boy I mentioned that a Haitian girl had gotten Franco and I to paint our nails in Haiti, less than a year after we'd finished college. Franco remembered; he and I hadn't mentioned Rosalie since we'd moved to Europe. Franco pointed out that Rosalie had gotten us high before we painted our toes, and that we hadn't done it since. Bill asked why we never tried that; we experimented with everything else. "We never tried girls' panties", I offered. I had to get it out of my system. Franco got brave enough to talk, "All three of you experimented with sex when you were that age, and so Betty and Bill are experimenters and Sam's going to have that in him from both of you. We're watching them experiment already". I giggled a little, but none of us were going to argue with Franco.