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'Mummy can I borrow your leather miniskirt for tonight?'
'I don't know Kimberley...' I heard the hesitation in Gill's voice. 'You'll have to ask your Dad. He bought it.'
'Daddy,' Kim, our twenty one year old daughter, turned to me. 'Can I borrow Mum's leather miniskirt tonight?'
The conversation had just taken a weird turn. I'd bought the leather mini for Gill before Kim was born. Gill rarely wore it when we went out. In fact never at all in the respectable commuter town where we live. Gill admitted she looked good in it. She liked that she looked good in it but felt it made her look like a whore. It did and I loved it. The skirt became a staple of foreign holidays where we were unknown and date nights at home when Kim was small.
'Eh...' I hesitated, buying time to think. 'How about you go back to the shops and get one for yourself? I'll treat you.'
'Mum and I looked earlier and didn't see one. Please Dad. Please.' My daughter implored me and I could never refuse her.
'In that case ok then. If your Mum's happy.'
Kim turned to her Mum. Gill nodded.
'Thanks Mum. I'm going for a shower now. Mum can you put it in my room?'
Our daughter was a bundle of excited energy as she almost skipped out of the door.
'I can't believe you agreed. You know what we've done when I worn that skirt.' Gill looked shocked.
'What else could I say? No you can't wear it because I've fucked your kinky Mum many times while she wore it! And it's your skirt! You passed the choice onto me.'
'Well darling if Kimberley's wearing it tonight I can't see me wearing it while you fuck me ever again.'
'I'll just buy you a new one then.'
'You will too. I know you will.' Gill shook her head and laughed as she went to get ready.
My wife and daughter were going clubbing in Ibiza.
Kim had just finished at university and had just turned so we booked a last minute holiday with her before her graduation ceremony and she started her new job. Gill and I wanted to give her a holiday with us knowing that there would be few opportunities in the future. There wasn't much choice at a few days notice but we got a small villa with its own pool on the outskirts of San Antonio.
We'd been there for three days when Kim arranged to go clubbing with the girls in the next door villa. To Gill's surprise they invited her. She was reluctant at first but I persuaded her to go.
I could hear them giggling together behind the hall door. 'We're ready Daddy,' Kim shouted. 'Wait till you see Mum.' I couldn't wait. Gill had teased me that she'd bought a dress at least twenty years too young for her to wear that night.
The door opened and Kim pushed her Mum through.
It wasn't the first time that week that my wife took my breath away. That had already happened when Gill decided to get a thong bikini to please me then went topless down on the beach with only the tiny thong bottom on.
Gill stood there in a scarlet sheath that started on her boobs and finished just below her crotch. It looked like it was painted on. The only concession to any support holding it up was the two thin spaghetti straps over her shoulders, that and friction. Twenty years ago Gill wouldn't have worn anything so daring. She had no bra on, of course and the faint the faint outline of her nipple buds was just visible. As for panties I caught the faintest line of a string thong. She whole spectacle was perched on very high strappy gold stilettos.
Gill, respectable, professional, sedate Gill stood with her hands on hips and feet slightly apart looking like a whore I'd bought for the night. She'd looked like a whore often but only at home, exclusively with me. I wished I was going out with her.
Then my daughter came in and stood beside her Mum. Kim stood, hands on hips and wearing her mother's leather miniskirt. That skirt had so many associations for me that the semi my wife's appearance launched grew to a full erection. I was looking at my sexy daughter, appraising her with a full hard-on and imagining what she'd be like to fuck.
Perhaps it was the cocktails I'd mixed for us but we were all seemed so relaxed with the erotic turn the evening had suddenly taken. Kim stared at me, open eyed and pouting. She wore a deep red, silky, satin camisole top with thin spaghetti straps. It was low and showed much more boob than Gill's sprayed on dress. Kim's nipples poked at the shiny satin looking much more obvious than her Mum's. Like her Mum Kim was perched on high stilettos only my daughter's were on a pair of sharp toed sexy ankle boots.
My wife and daughter stood there pouting in their skimpy outfits, heels, red nails and lips, makeup slightly overdone, looking like two whores selling themselves for the night. My thoughts were obscene. Well, imagining fucking your wife and daughter in a three some would be obscene in most people's eyes. Though I suspect many more imagine such scenarios than would ever admit it, even to themselves.
I couldn't rest. I kept thinking about them and struggled to sleep. I kept picturing them in the bars and clubs, dancing, flirting with guys and each other. Perhaps it was the wine I'd drunk by myself that evening while watching some online porn but I kept picturing Gill and Kim fucking guys. Try as I might I couldn't resist taking it further and fantasising about fucking them. Fantasising about fucking my wife is pretty tame but my daughter? I couldn't stop myself. I put the picture I'd taken earlier of them posing before they left up on my iPad and started tugging on my achingly hard cock. In no time I was spurting into the air with a massive cum as I called Kim's name out loud and stared at her picture.
I felt a bit sordid afterwards and went for a shower. After all it was my daughter I'd focused on. Then I thought I can't be the only father of a nubile young woman who'd wanked off thinking of her. I had occasionally wanked off thinking about some of Kim's hot friends and struggled to not include Kim in my fantasies. The more I thought about it the more it felt pretty good to imagine having sex with my girl.
The wank worked though for I fell asleep quickly.
I woke when they came back to the villa. It was around two thirty. I listened to them chatting and laughing though I couldn't make out what they were saying. I lay there for a while waking up just thinking about them, feeling the blood return to my cock. They were quieter now. There was no point lying there imagining them when thy were in the next room. I wanted to see them then bring my tarty wife to bed and give her the fucking her look for the evening demanded.
I got up stretched and put on my sleep shorts as I was naked. I adjusted my cock so it's semi-erect state wouldn't be too noticeable under the shorts then went into the small hall that separated the bedrooms from the living room.
'Oooooohh Mum. That's lovely. Is This nice for you?'
'Arrrgh yes darling. A bit harder... Just there... Ooh.' Gill let out unmistakable sexual moans. I'd been fucking her for almost thirty years, I knew when she was aroused. My cock grew a bit more. I didn't even think of what I was doing. I opened the door to see my wife and daughter entwined on the sofa.
'Daddy.' Kim almost screamed as she looked up and saw me. 'We were... We were... Stop it Mum.'
'But darling you're enjoying it.' Gill drawled in her sexiest voice. Her hand was hidden by the leather skirt but was obviously caressing our daughters pussy.
I didn't know what had got into Gill and didn't care. We'd spoken before about how attractive and sexy our daughter was. The conversation was always limited though, neither of us wanted to confess that we'd like to fuck our girl. It was always implied though as if it would keep both our impulses under control if we both understood it but didn't say it.
'Daddy I'm sorry we were just having an cuddle and what with the drinks and the... we just got carried away.'
'Kim honey,' Gill said keeping her hand on Kim's cunt. 'Look at your Dad. Does he look upset.'
Kim looked at me. My erection tented my shorts. A dark patch of precum slowly spread over the light cloth.
'Daddy. Oh my God. You look so big.'
