Virilità Ricorrere Community: Part 1.

Dave soon
learns his parents new retirement resort in more than it seems.

Based
on a post by Many Feathers. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

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Well
over a year ago now, my parents decided to move into one of those assisted
living places, or retirement homes if you will. I was a little surprised by
that when they did, but after seeing the brochures and such where they'd be
living, I could certainly understand why.

My
folks, Mike and Betty Anderson, had done very well for themselves. Dad had
owned his own business (which I was now running) and had tucked away a nice
tidy amount of money to retire on. And they were still pretty young too. Dad
was only 61, and mom was 58 when they decided they'd had enough of urban living
and had found a place that they could retire to and live the "easy life",
as dad had put it.

Unfortunately,
that meant moving to South Carolina, very close to Myrtle Beach, which was
about a twelve-hour drive from where my wife Cathy, and I still lived. But
again, I could see why they wanted to move there. They would basically have their
own little bungalow, which was more of a luxury kind of place rather than the
typical condominium or apartment. They didn't have to worry about grounds-keeping
obviously, as that was all done and maintained by the retirement center. In
addition, there was an adjacent golf course, which was something both mom and
dad enjoyed doing. So I could easily envision the two of them golfing almost
every day. Though there was also access to horseback riding, boating, as well
as a number of events that were held there at the retirement center itself.
They had gone there to take a look, and upon their return, had informed us that
I'd be the new owner of the business going forward, and that as they say...is
that.

My wife
Cathy and I, had gone there for a very short visit over a long weekend to help
them get moved in. To be perfectly honest, after seeing the place, which I felt
was more like a resort than a retirement center, I was a little jealous. I made
up my mind to try and do things as well as dad had, and eventually retire
early, in a place much like this one.

We met a
few other people while there, especially as they had an open banquet for
everyone on the weekends. Mom and dad's neighbors, Jack and Shelly Tillman,
were just about the same age as my parents were, give or take a few years, and
had obviously already hit it off, as we shared dinner together. Jack was in
tip-top shape, even better in some respects than I was, even though I ran every
day. He had a full head of bright white hair, and a deep dark tan that didn't
look like burnt toast for a change. Shelly was just as attractive looking,
though she perhaps still died her hair blonde, though it certainly didn't look
unnatural on her. Even more surprisingly, she'd been wearing a two piece tank eenie
swim suit when we first met them early that afternoon. It certainly wasn't a
bikini or anything like that, but it was certainly cut low enough if front that
I had to tear my eyes away from her obvious cleavage, something that wasn't
lost on Cathy either as she even gave me a soft elbow in the ribs at one point.
But we came away from dinner, and finally our visit feeling like mom and dad
were certainly going to be more than happy living here. Once again...I felt a
bit jealous, and even Cathy mentioned that she too wouldn't mind retiring in a
place similar to this one when it was our turn to live the "easy
life".

By now,
it had been a year since we'd been there for any real visit, so leaving the
business in capable hands, Cathy and I decided to take two weeks to go and
visit mom and dad. Naturally, they were excited to see us, and certainly had
plenty of room as they had a nicely furnished "guest room" just
waiting for us. I was already looking forward to golfing myself, and Cathy was
looking forward to doing some horseback riding, something she had always wanted
to do.

The
first indication we got that there were some rather strange and strict rules
here, was when on the second night of our stay with them, mom and dad informed
us that they had a previous commitment they had made, and couldn't get out of.
Something about a special Anniversary celebration for another couple, which was
a "by invite only” sort of an affair. We had noticed early on that there
was an enormous looking clubhouse that was closed off, and well fenced down
near the beach. Once again, it was for "members only", no guests
allowed. And it was obviously, where this particular party would be held. Cathy
and I didn't think much of it however, after all, the only people we knew
besides mom and dad, were Jack and Shelly, and even then...only in passing
really.

I had to
laugh when mom told us "Dave and Cathy, Don’t wait up for us,"
 Then with a mischievous little wink, she and dad disappeared out the door
together. I hadn't seen the two of them this loving or this intimate with one
another in years. Whatever magic this resort held for them, it was certainly
well worth whatever cost. Cathy and I had even noticed that they were both
looking a lot better fit. Daily exercise for certain, along with the golfing
and opportunity to swim every day, had gotten both of them in better shape and
spirits by the look of things.

They'd
been gone maybe about an hour, way early in the evening yet. Cathy and I
casually lounging around out on their private little deck drinking frozen
daiquiris.

Family Journal.

"Dave?
Did you see where mom put that photo album?" she asked me at one point.

She and
mom had been looking through it earlier. Mom had been showing her a few
pictures of when I had been a little boy, many of which Cathy had never seen before.
She wanted to look through it again, though I had no real idea where mom had
kept such things, especially as I hadn't really seen her put it away. All I had
seen was her return to her bedroom, coming out moments later without it. So it
had to be in there somewhere, though I was hesitant to go looking for it. I
always had respected my parent's privacy, even growing up as a kid. Something I
knew for sure they had both appreciated.

"It's
in mom's room someplace," I responded. "But I don't feel really comfortable
going in there and snooping around for it either!" I added to that.

"I'm
not asking you to snoop, I'm just asking you to look for me. If you see it
without snooping for it, I'd like to browse through it again."

I
figured it wouldn't hurt to look. If I quickly spotted it, I saw no harm in
retrieving it for her again. If I didn't...then she'd just have to wait until
the following day when mom was home again. I poked my head into their bedroom
intending to just have a quick look-see, figuring even then I probably wouldn't
find it. As I scanned quickly about the room, the only place it obviously
could, or would be, was on the upper shelf in their closet. Which at the moment
happened to be standing open. Sure enough, there it was, sandwiched between a couple
of others by the looks of it. Even then, I hesitated, not sure if I should
still even go in there or not, when Cathy called out behind me.

"Do
you see it?"

"Yeah,
I see it," I answered back, only then deciding it was no big deal to walk
in and retrieve it briefly so that Cathy could look through all the pictures
again. After all, mom and dad would be gone all evening long, and I was fairly
certain I'd have the book put back, and Cathy and I in bed sound asleep long
before mom and dad ever came home. They'd already proven themselves to be quite
the night owls, much to my surprise.

"Sweet!"
Cathy responded, no doubt waiting for me as I stepped further into the room
heading towards the closet. I reached up, intending to lift the photo album
sitting on top of that one in order to retrieve it, which I then attempted to
do. But as I did, it seemed to catch or drag along the one just beneath it,
which now fell off the closet shelf, down onto the floor. Several loose photos
spilling out, which I thought immediately odd, as mom had always been quite
particular about organizing her photo albums. As I reached down to collect them
as well as the partially opened album, which was now lying face down, I froze!
My eyes held there in disbelief!

It took
several moments for me to even begin to comprehend what I was looking at. Most
of them of course were of mom and dad, nude...along with several others, most
of which I'd never seen before. In a few, as I continued to quickly thumb
through them, showed photos of Jack and Shelly in them as well. Likewise, in
the nude, and in many of them...showing the two of them obviously, and busily
engaged in several sexual situations with mom and dad. One page said “Mike
& Betty – Jack and Shelly, February 2022”

I think
I actually sat down on the floor in a state of shock as I now began to flip
through several more, starting at the front of the