Sara’s eyes move downward, and it hits me. I'm naked. As I pull the cover across our exposed bodies, I ask, “Did you just look at my dick?”
A smile appears on her face as she replies, “Maybe.”
“Maybe is not an answer, Sara.”
“Yes, I looked at it,” she answers with a sharp tone.
“Why would you do that?”
“Seriously, Dad?”
“Yes, seriously.”
Gathering the covers beneath her chin, Kim asks, “Why were you in the bathroom?”
Sara focuses on Kim as she moves toward the bed. “You asked me to lay your white teddy in there.”
“Oh yeah, I guess I didn’t need it after all,” she says with a snicker.
“You haven’t answered my question.”
Sara's brow wrinkles as she cuts her eyes toward me. “What was your question again?”
“Sara!”
“Okay, Okay. I looked because it was there. Besides, it’s not like you made an effort to cover up.”
“She’s right, we were just lying here,” Kim says.
“I suppose you’re both right. However, Sara, I thought you would turn away or something. You know, not wanting to see your old man’s junk.”
“Well, it appears you thought wrong,” Sara blusters out.
Sara’s tongue can be quick at times. “There’s no need to get snotty, Sara.”
“I wasn’t.”
“You were.”
“I didn’t mean to be, so I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay. But, you need to think before speaking.”
“I know. Let’s change the subject. Besides, I want to be honest about something.”
“Okay,” I reply.
She crawls into the bed and sits with her legs curled in front. “It wasn’t my plan to stay in there. After laying Kim’s teddy down, I was ready to leave when the two of you came in. At that point, I believed it best not to disturb you.”
“So we trapped you?” I ask.
“Yes. However, that’s not what I’m trying to be truthful about.”
“Do tell,” Kim says with enthusiasm.
“Well, at first, I tried to stay away from the door. After a while, I couldn’t fight it, and I had to watch.”
Feeling a little uncomfortable, I ask, “So you watched us having sex?”
She gets a quirky facial expression as she says, “Yes. But, once again, not the part I’m trying to be honest about.”
“So what is it then?”
Her eyes scurry around the room as she becomes increasingly restless. She looks toward Kim and then me. “I hope you don’t think I’m creepy, but I wanted to join you.”
“Oh my, that would have been interesting,” Kim says.
“To be truthful, the only reason I didn’t is that it was the first time the two of you had been together. So I didn’t want to mess that up.”
My daughter chatters on about wanting to join, and I listen, struggling to understand. After deep thought, I say, “You know, I believe given the circumstances that would be a normal reaction. I mean think about it, you were fifteen feet away, watching and that had to turn you on. I’m sure that’s what caused your desire.”
“Maybe you’re right, but it was incredibly intense, and I was hesitant to touch myself, fearing I would rip off my clothes and jump in bed with you.”
Searching my mind, I struggle to find something, anything, to help her understand. Glancing toward her, I say, “I still believe it was circumstances, nothing more. Besides, I would have stopped you.”
Kim laughs. “As hot and horny as we were, I doubt either of us would have turned her away.”
As I contemplate things, I begin to hear Sara’s voice. “Dad, are you okay?”
“Yes. Why do you ask?”
“Because we are talking and you’re not listening.”
“Sorry about that. I was thinking about what Kim said.”
“What were you thinking?”
“Truthfully, I was wondering if I could have stopped you.”
“And what did you decide?”
“I’m not sure, but I think she might be right. And that scares me.”
“Why?”
“Because I understand how easy it would be for that to happen. I mean, I was so turned on. I don’t think I could have stopped you.”
She begins cracking her knuckles when she asks, “Would that have been such a bad thing?”
“Do you want an honest answer?”
“You know I do.”
“Well, I don’t know, but it would have been wrong.”
“Although, I agree that legally it would have been wrong. But, if you love someone, is still wrong?”
“Incest, now there’s a topic for discussion,” Kim says.
Sara darts her eyes toward Kim, “Not now.”
“Is there going to be a better time?”
“Maybe.”
“Why don’t we let him read it and allow him to make his own decision?” Kim says as she turns toward me and asks, “What do you think?”
“Read what?” I ask.
Sara raises and sits on her heels. “You may be right.”
“Read what?” I question in a demanding tone.
Sara reaches for Kim’s hand as she asks, “Would you give us a minute?”
“Do I have a choice?”
“Not really,” she says as they exit the bed and walk toward the bathroom.
As they walk, I stare at Kim’s bare ass. Damn, she is beautiful. I continue to watch as they make their way to the bathroom, and I begin to relive the events of the evening. This stunning woman is so young and beautiful, yet she fucks like an experienced older woman. She’s sexy, sensual and has skills beyond her years.
When my eyes move from her ass to Sara’s, my mind takes a turn in the wrong direction. I should feel ashamed, but I don’t. Sara’s black hair hangs midway down her back. She’s a good four inches shorter than Kim. Her ass looks great in those body-hugging shorts. Her body is tone and flows pleasantly from one curve to another. As her hips, sway side to side, her ass cheeks rise and fall, begging for attention.
My mind struggles to keep the thoughts of my daughter out as they return to the bed.
“Do you want to read it?” Sara asks.
Once again, I question, “Read what?”
She opens the drawer of the nightstand as she says, “Mom’s diary.”
Looking at the book in Sara’s hand, I ask, “She had a diary?”
“Of course she did,” she says as she hands it to me. “Begin reading at the bookmark.”
“Would you like us to leave?” Kim asks.
Opening the book, I wonder what it contains that prompted this series of events. As I turn a few pages, reaching the bookmark, I say, “There’s no need to leave.”
Cuddling in on my left-side Sara says, “Then move over.”
Shifting to my right Kim’s breast touches my arm as she duplicates Sara’s action.
Taking a moment to close my eyes, I savor the sensation of these two beautiful young women nuzzling into me.
I refocus my eyes and thoughts as I stare at the book. The words written across the top of the page read, “The night Chris cheated on me.” I turn toward Sara and say, “I never cheated on your mother.”
Playfully slapping my arm, she says, “Titles can be misleading, just read it.”
As I read, Carla’s written words captivate my memories. She wrote about a black-and-white masquerade party we attended many years ago. The men wore black, and the women wore white. We were not exactly a matching pair. My attire was that of a Victorian Vampire complete with a cape and cane. Hers was a sexy Marie Antoinette costume. I can picture her, a white satin jacquard dress, wig, and stockings that stopped mid-thigh.
“You look happy Dad.”
“This does bring back fond memories.”
She begins to laugh as she says, “I was speaking of the rise in the sheet.”
As I lower the book to cover my growing erection, I say, “Oh sorry, I was thinking of that night.”
“What were you thinking about?” Kim asks.
“Well, after several drinks, I was mingling among friends when I saw Carla climbing the stairs. She motioned for me to follow. As I topped the stairs, she giggled as she scurried into a bedroom. I followed her. The room went dark when I closed the door. She grabbed my hand and led me to the bed. She never said a word. She removed my pants and pushed me onto the bed. She took her panties off and tossed them on my face. As I enjoyed the sweet scent from the panties, she mounted me. She rode slowly at first. And as I joined her rhythm, her pace quickened."
I continue, "After a few minutes, I stood up, taking her with me. I turned and lowered her onto the bed, pressed her knees to her shoulders and pounded her. We fucked fast and hard until we both exploded into orgasms. That night we were some kind of sexually charged. It may have been the costumes. Truthfully, I am not sure why we were so horny. Regardless, I do remember her playfully jerking and sucking me all the way home. She would bring me to the point of orgasm and stop. I begged her to finish me. She refused and kept telling me not until we are home. Once home, I believe we fucked in every room in the house."
“Sounds like a crazy night,” Sara says.
“It was.”
Sara rises from my shoulder as she takes the book from my hand. She gets a naughty expression on her face as she says, “I know why mom was so horny.”
I slap her leg and ask, “How would you know?”
“Because it’s in her diary and the person you fucked at the party was not mom.”
Without hesitation I reply, “Of course it was.”
“No Dad, it wasn’t.” She opens the diary and reads a passage, “I stood silently, and nervously watched as Chris fucked her. I warned her about his tendency to be aggressive when he’s drinking, and she was okay with it. My pussy throbbed as I watched him pound her. I wanted to scream out, to let him know it wasn’t me. However, I choose not to. To this day, I have not told him. I suppose I should feel ashamed, but I don’t.”
“How could this be?” I ask.
Sara closes the diary as she says, “Mom allowed this woman to wear her costume. They worked together to set you up.”
“Why?”
“I think I know, but I am not one hundred percent sure. But hey, at least you didn’t consciously cheat.” She says with a smile. “Besides, she both wanted and allowed it to happen.”
