After the unplanned and amazing experience with Becky, my daughter's friend, I had many many moments where the memories of her lithe body, her perfume and the scent of her sex would haunt me.
When I made love to my wife Becky's face would often be in my mind, the cries of her pleasure echoing in my head as I plunged my cock deep into wife. I would cum deeply inside her with a tinge of guilt, as well as a desire to see Becky once more, but I never imagined it would happen again, and certainly not in the way it eventually did.
In many ways the Christmas university term felt quite long as it was the first time our daughter Jess had been away from home, but before we knew it, she was back home for the holidays full of excitement about her new experiences and it was clear to see how she quickly was growing up and maturing with her new independence.
It wasn't long before the first university term ended and Jess was home. Her pretty face smiling and animated as we talked about university life. I did occasionally wonder what she was getting up. A pretty girl, 5' 3, slim, a blonde bob of hair and a lovely figure with a tight bottom and small breasts, I was sure she would be popular with her fellow students. as
When she was at home I had seen glimpses of her around the house and was sure many men would have her in their sights. Plus I'd been fortunate to see the kind of underwear she wore and I have to confess that once or twice I had come across a pair of discarded panties or a little bra in her room which created some very illicit thoughts as I picked them up to look more closely, my imagination racing until I had to sneak into the bathroom to relieve myself.
After a few days at home Jess said that Becky was also back home for Christmas and she asked us if Becky could come for dinner and a sleepover and before I could stammer a reply my wife readily agreed.
I was really happy I'd get the chance to see her again, but also worried about whether I might react in some way to reveal our secret liaison. On top of that I also hoped we might get some form of repeat, but I wasn't hopeful in the circumstances.
Friday evening came, and Becky arrived looking as fresh and delightful as that fateful day, without giving away any indication of what had previously passed between us. That is to say nothing apart from her sneakily leaning forward twice, allowing the neck of her shirt to gap so I could get a glimpse of her lace bralette, and it was all I could do not to stare or blush!
And after each time,she flashed me a naughty smile indicating that she knew full well what she was doing and the effect it was having on me.
Other than that the evening went without incident - pizza, beers and a movie and then everyone went off to bed. As happened on more nights than not, I snored and after a couple of hours I took myself off to the spare room. Whilst I lay there trying to sleep, I could hear Jess and Becky talking quietly in the next room, giggling at something which then transcended into a few minutes of quiet sighs and the rhythmic creaking of Jess's bed.
My imagination ran wild as I fantasised about what might be be going on and soon I had an erection that was calling for some relief. I held my hard cock and gently stroked myself to a sticky orgasm, making sure I didn't make any noise as my hot semen erupted from my cock with my mind fantasising over and over again about might be going on in Jess's room.
I finally fell asleep and woke about 9 the next morning to the sound of the front door closing as my wife went off to London for a day with some of her friends, leaving me with instructions to ensure the girls had a nice day.
About 10 minutes later there was a gentle knock on the bedroom door and Jess's face appeared asking if was awake and if she could come in.
She sat on the edge of the bed in her cotton pyjama shorts and a strappy top. Once again I had to try and put any thoughts aside about what a beautiful young woman my 19 year old daughter had become and focus on what she was saying. Her little breasts gently swayed under the soft cream cotton fabric of her lace edged top with thin spaghetti straps and when she crossed her legs as she settled in my bed I caught a glimpse of pink panties up the leg of her sleep shorts
Her hand reached out and gently touched my arm.