- Sharing a secret pleasure
- Sharing a secret pleasure – 2
- Sharing a secret pleasure – 3
Throwing in one of my favorite X-rated DVDs, I sat back deciding to entertain myself for a while before heading on up to bed. Hopefully June would indeed be in a mood to mess around for a while, as horny as I still was. Even as I sat there watching the movie, my thoughts once again turned towards my encounter with Nora in her bedroom. I found myself imagining, remembering, and allowing the decadent thoughts I usually fought against having to fill my mind.
I could still taste the sweetness of Nora’s pussy, the look of her hard little clit as it throbbed and glistened between my fingers. I could still hear the sounds of her slick frothy juice as I fingered her, sucking her clit. The fact that I had aroused me even more, that I had actually licked my own daughter’s cunt, and that she had wanted me to do more than that…a lot more. Taking her virginity really was an honor in a way, though my mind was still set, I simply couldn’t act on doing that. Bad enough that I’d done what I’d already done, and now sat here stroking my cock just thinking about it.
I glanced at the clock, nearly an hour and a half had gone by. “Fuck this!” I thought to myself, releasing my prick, which I’d now teased and tortured long enough. If I didn’t cum soon, I was going to explode. It was time to go wake up my wife.
**
Before starting up the stairs, I looked down the hallway towards my daughter’s bedroom. I could see there was no light coming from beneath the door and knew then she had gone to sleep herself. I then climbed up the stairs leading towards our room, once again seeing no light coming from beneath the door as I reached it. June too was obviously still asleep, though it was now my hope that her headache had finally passed and she’d be in the mood to help me do something about this massive erection I was sporting.
I turned the knob on the door stepping into the dark room though I could just make out the still sleeping form of my wife there on the bed. In seconds, I was naked again, lifting the sheets as I slid into bed. I reached out, my hands seeking my wife in order to wake her. Pleased when I found that she too was naked, obviously waiting and expecting me. I pressed my hard stiff prick against her ass, nudging her there gently, savoring the heat of her flesh, my hands coming around to capture one of her breasts.
“What the fuck?”
If she’d meant to try and fool me, that was virtually impossible. There was too much difference in that particular department for any hope in her getting away with that. June’s breasts though as large as my daughters were, were considerably softer, more pliant to their feel. And I now knew that, having discovered firsthand the differences.
“Hi daddy,” Nora said, rolling over in bed as I likewise rolled over, and then out, standing up to immediately turn on the bed-side table lamp. When it came on, I stood there in disbelief looking down at the bed where I’d expected to find my wife, seeing my daughter laying there instead.
“What the hell’s going on here? Where’s your mother?”
“Right here honey,” June said, stepping out of the bathroom, also naked, which was a bit of a surprise when she did, especially with our daughter likewise naked laying there in our bed. I thought briefly that perhaps she’d snuck into the room, had been having a chat with her mother, and had then fallen asleep or something, though why the two of them were both naked hadn’t yet become very clear to me.
“I was beginning to think I was going to have to go downstairs and get you,” June said, crossing the short distance towards the bed before sitting down on it. “We were worried you might pop one off down there and not even bother coming up here to wake me up,” she grinned.
“We?”
June and Nora looked at one another, smiling, and then laughing openly. I continued to stand there in disbelief, no longer worried or concerned about my still hard throbbing cock that was sticking out in front of me in what seemed like a good mile or so.
“You…you were in on this?” I finally asked my wife. “You…you knew about Nora?”
“Every step of the way honey,” she told me. “Nora came to me several months ago, wanted to talk to me about my first time, what it was like…what happened, all of it. So I told her.”
“Told her? Told her what?”
“Something you never knew, though you never really asked either. It was my father who likewise helped me to lose my virginity. And since she asked, and since you know damn well I’ve never lied to her, I told her what had happened, and why. A few days later she came back to me again, asking me if I thought you might do the same thing for her that my father had done for me.”