How is the discovery by the fathers of the daughters' sexuality? Natural, traumatic, painful? I don't know how to define it. And for every father it should be different. As it was for me.
That afternoon, as I cautiously opened a small slot in my daughter's bedroom door and began to peek to see what was going on inside, she and her visiting friend were taking off their clothes. Smiling at each other, they undressed without hesitation. Doing it quite naturally and with pleasure, as I noticed. Demonstrating that it wasn't the first time. The two of them were quite used to doing this.
In a coordinated way, performing the gestures at the same time, they took off their blouses, skirts, bras and panties. Standing entirely naked in front of each other.
And so, naked, they stretched out their arms towards the other. They hugged. They were naked, hugging, kissing. Not an affectionate kiss. Theirs, there at that moment, and naked, was a long, prolonging, sensual, soft kiss, their tongues touching and rubbing delicately.
Which soon became a fiery, strong, impetuous kiss. Sexy. They with their bodies tightly knit, breasts, belly, thighs and pussies tight one at the other.
Seeing this was a huge excitement for me. Watching without being seen, or noticed, an act of sex between two women - my own daughter and her mistress - is a wonderful thing for a man.
My cock hardened.
Mara, my daughter, brunette, 25 years old, lawyer and Dorothy, blonde 26 years old, architect, married, were lovers. And they were there in the room, with no clothes on, showing it. Loving each other and getting ready to have sex.
Too exciting an image for a man to watch, two naked adult women kissing and rubbing their breasts, thighs and pussies.
I was enjoying their kiss and the very white, well-made asses of both of them. And their genitals leaning against each other. That of my daughter, Mara, with a sensual and wild bush of well-enhanced black hair. That of the married architect, a small and delicate covering of golden hair.
After the kiss, on the mouth, my daughter grabbed her friend's medium-sized, pointy breasts and began to test her by running her tongue nimbly over her full nipples. She did this until these small prominences of the architect's breasts became aroused and erect.
She proceeded to lick and suck the breasts. Dorothy rolled her eyes and moaned. I was cumming. Enjoying and having pleasure.
With my cock very hard, watching my daughter suck her friend's breast, I wondered if her husband did that to her. And if it did, it would be done as well, perfectly, and as delicately and sensually, as my daughter Mara did at that moment. Putting the breast in her mouth and sucking as only a woman knows how to do so natural, sensual and pleasant with the breast of another.
Dorothy also sucked Mara's breasts. A little bigger than hers, in conical format, very firm, round nipples and a delicate shade of light brown.
Mara reacted with pleasure to her friend's mouth work on her tits.
And they ran their hands over each other's pussy. Going all the way down the length of the slits to find and massage between the hot and sensual lips, the sensitive and aroused clitoris.
They kissed, rubbed their breasts, and masturbated each other. Breathing heavily, panting, and letting out small, stimulating moans.
"Let's go to bed, I want to fuck you baby," Mara told her friend, with the voice choked and horny.
But something unexpected happened.
When they parted, their embrace ceased and their bodies joined to go to bed, my daughter glanced casually at the door I held with a small opening through which I was peering. And I was discovered.
My daughter saw the door ajar and realized I was spying on them.
To my astonishment, instead of getting upset and scolding me for invading her privacy, she reacted in a friendly and unexpected way to me.
"Oh, you see us. Don't hide there, Dad, come in and have fun, if you want, you can join us," she said, in a cordial way, opening the door completely and not caring about being naked, motioning for me to come in.
Embarrassed, ashamed of having been caught in that execrable crime of spying on my daughter, I was left with only the option of entering the room and exposing myself to both of them as a lowly and vile voyeur. Kind of a pervert in the family.