My wife was sleeping soundly. She fights anxiety and insomnia with pills that make her sleep for several hours at a time.
I discovered her, pulling back the blanket and in a careless gesture, I lifted her nightgown, pulled down her white panties and contemplated her very hairy pussy and her exciting ass. A beautiful 39-year-old woman, still with an admirable and well-shaped body.
But she wasn't the one I wanted. Not at that moment.
Nor was she my erotic and sexual priority anymore.
It wasn't that I had a lover, some adult woman, outside the family, with whom I was in love.
I didn't think about that. I didn't intend to get involved with anyone else.
The object of my desire, the woman or, better yet, the girl who aroused my desire, made my cock hard and I wanted to fuck her a lot, was not a stranger. She was there, among us.
In the next room.
Veronica. My daughter. Blonde like her mother and much, much prettier. Sensual, exciting, desirable, penetrable. All erotic terms apply to her.
She had turned 18 six months ago. And she had been my lover, a full, daring, available lover, ever since.
With my wife there by my side, her panties down her thighs, I took off my pajama pants, wrapped my hand around them and began to gently massage my thick, hard cock. Enjoying myself with a delicious masturbation in the dark and silent room. Increasingly excited and full of fantasies, thinking about how my first time with Veronica had been.
On exactly that night. At the same time.
Astrid was asleep. I took the opportunity to run my hand over her thighs and ass, I stuck my finger in her anal orifice and felt her hairy cunt.
Then the great fantasy awoke in me.
Veronica was already an adult, although she didn't look it. Tall, with a pair of delicate breasts that weren't yet fully developed, and a captivating smile.
I can't imagine how these things happen in other families. With us, it was completely natural.
I masturbated a little, lying down, and thought about my daughter, also lying down, in the next room.
I got up and went over there and slowly opened the door and went in. Veronica had the bedside lamp on, reading a book.
"What's up, Daddy? Are you sleepy, like me?" she asked softly, showing no other reaction than curiosity, given this unusual invasion of her room and the fact that I had my cock in plain sight, very hard and out of my pajamas. The first virile member she had certainly seen. And erect.
I sat down next to her on the bed. My hard cock was clearly visible and close to her, who looked at it with interest. I placed my hand on her small breast, over her nightgown. She wasn't wearing a bra, only the soft, thin fabric of her clothes separated the palm of my hand from the bareness of her chest. Her nipple was soft, sensual and very full. I squeezed it lightly between my fingers, enjoying her delicate nipple, without hurting it.