Sharing a secret pleasure – 3

I was “barred” from even going upstairs shortly after that as the girls invaded our bedroom and bath, primping themselves and getting ready for the night ahead. I could hear a lot of giggling and laughter coming from the bathroom as my wife and now Henry, properly bathed and prepared our daughter for what was turning out to be a fairly formal ritual of sorts. And though initially I balked at the silliness of the whole thing, I began to realize, that for Nora at least, this really was a big moment for her, and one that I shouldn’t be taking away from by any means.

June had informed me that they’d call down to me when they were ready. In a very strange way, I felt almost as though I was giving my daughter away at her wedding as nervous as I now was. Pacing about in my Kimono, naked beneath it, but not too surprisingly, no longer sporting an erection either.

I was actually nervous now, worrying about how it would go. I wondered if I could be as gentle with her as I was hoping to be, especially with an audience now, which I hadn’t expected, at least with the addition of Henry being there now anyway.

I knew the time was close at hand, it had grown suddenly quiet upstairs nearly fifteen minutes ago. All the giggling, excited banter had stopped. I stood nervously below near the landing, waiting simply to hear the sound of my name being called. When it was, it took a moment for that to even register. June called out to me from the bedroom.

“Steven? Steven? We’re ready for you sweetheart!”

The moment of truth had arrived. As strange as it may sound, I slowly ascended the stairs, nervous, worried and almost afraid of what I was doing here. This was a moment in time that once experienced, could never be undone. If it wasn’t quite what Nora was hoping for, or expecting, there would be no way to go back and undo it afterwards.

As I reached the top of the stairs looking down the hallway, I saw June duck her head back inside the room, closing the door. I swallowed, took a deep cleansing breath, and then walked towards the door, reaching it moments later. I stood there again, taking another deep breath, and then rather than just turning the doorknob, walking in…I knocked.

“Come in Steven, we’re ready for you,” June spoke.

I opened the door and walked in. In a way, it was as though I’d suddenly been transported into some other dimension, another place far, far away from here. It seemed almost surreal and certainly looked like it too.

Everywhere I looked there were candles burning, and not just a few either, there must have been nearly a hundred of them. The room itself had a nice warm glow, and felt it as well. Every shadow seemed sensual, every nook and cranny seemed to hold a secret, as though some Wood Nymph was standing nearby, watching…waiting. Though there were indeed two Nymphs immediately greeting my eyes as I finally focused my attention upon them. Each one dressed in a matching blood-red gown that looked more formal than lingerie.

There was no mistaking the sensuality that both Henry and my wife were displaying however. Their gowns clinging to every inch, every curve of their bodies, cut just low enough in front to reveal a great deal of tantalizing titty-flesh without being obscene.

We had never had a canopy over the bed, but somehow almost magically, June had created one. Several layers of white lace and chiffon completely concealed the bed that lay beyond it, my daughter no doubt secreted away behind the veil, waiting for me. Seeing that, I again felt a sense of an almost fairy-like excitement, half expecting to find tiny miniature women with wings flitting about the room, drawing the curtains back, which both Henry and June now did. Slowly pulling on the drawstrings, the veiled curtain began to part, beyond the whisper of my daughters from lying there on the bed. 

Red satin sheets, even darker than those being worn by either of the other two in color. Nora dressed almost coquettishly in white from head to toe, laying there upon them in stark contrast. She looked like a vision more than real, her hair fashioned in long ringlets about her face, giving her an appearance of being even younger than she really was. She had an air of a woman in far earlier times, a throwback to a Victorian era perhaps. Days of chivalry and revolutions, of duels fought on the green, of balls and courtesans.

I suddenly felt inadequately dressed, more appropriately attired in powdered wig and white lace shirt, a long flowing coat with large brass, even gold buttons adorning it.

I could only stand there, for a moment unable to even breathe as I gazed at what had become fantasy made real.

“Come darling…she’s waiting for you,” my wife said, now reaching out, as did Henry to take each one of my arms, leading me towards the end of the bed.

**

I now knelt upon the bed, both June and Henry undoing the sash on my robe. They soon pushed it from my shoulders where it fell about my waist. They next scooted up on the bed one on either side of where Nora lay, her bodice securely fastened, not even revealing a hint of her young tender breasts, though they now gingerly, and slowly began loosening the ties keeping it closed. Even then, they didn’t fully undo them, only partially until the barest of hints of her fleshy mounds poked through the material.

I was surprised to feel my hands tremble as I reached up to take over the task, feeling wholly inadequate as I did so. Slowly, teasingly perhaps, undoing the small folded over bonds keeping her gown together. Inch by inch, gradually revealing more and more of her supple young body until at last her bodice parted, her breasts full, pointed with nipples harder than I’d ever remembered seeing them before, suddenly greeting my eyes.

Nora moaned, closing her eyes as my fingers lightly danced on the surface of her breasts, as though touching her for the very first time. I now maneuvered myself closer, leaning over to suckle each one briefly, kissing, tasting and teasing her with the tip of my tongue, hinting at promises of things to come.

I now felt hands beginning to caress my own naked flesh. Fingers lightly tracing imaginary lines up and down my sides, my thighs, along with my ass. I felt it clench in anticipation, my cock long since hard though up until that very moment, I hadn’t realized it. But now it throbbed, almost painfully so, lurching eagerly, wanting, “but far too soon for that just yet,” I told myself.

I now found myself kissing my way down, continuing to unlace, undo, and then part the laced garment still covering her. Eventually I parted the last bit of cloth covering her femininity, her lips swollen, pink, puffy and oh so inviting. I gathered each one between my lips gently chewing it, sucking it, licking it with my tongue as she moaned involuntarily, arching her back briefly before settling back down again. I noticed as she did so, beneath her ass had been placed a matching satin pillow, which I now placed my own hands beneath, once again lifting her up as my lips and tongue finally sought out the heart and soul of my daughter’s cunt.

“Oh fuck,” she moaned softly, giving over to the unbridled lust and desire she was beginning to feel. Hands now toying with her precious breasts, looking up to see June on one side, Henry on the other, fingertips now toying with my daughter’s breasts, teasing her with finger tickles, just as I was doing to her with my tongue.