Owning up - a family visitor (part 1)
All this kinkiness - tying up my balls and cock, sniffing and tasting my wife's soiled panties, had started when she was away for days on end.
Then, on her return to the family home, it had shifted hugely, with Jo, my wife, becoming an active and eager participant, even if she charged me for the pleasure.
And now, she was away again, on a two-week vacation with our daughter, who lives on the other side of the world with her husband and two kids. This was a regular thing, every second year, when they took off together, to wherever they fancied, to get pampered, well fed and watered. I had never had the slightest suspicion that their idea of being well looked after was anything more than that, certainly no hanky-panky.
By the time they were due back, with my daughter planning to stay a couple of nights before flying home, any stained pants Jo had left in the laundry basket had been thoroughly cleaned by my tongue and I was feeling desperate for some hardcore loving. Given that Annie, our daughter, was going to be around for forty-eight hours, I was not expecting any early satisfaction of my needs; certainly nothing more than a hand-job under the sheets if I was lucky.
Sometimes, just sometimes, there is a god of good fortune smiling down on us.
It was the morning after I had collected mother and daughter from the airport and Jo and I were lying in bed, gently touching each other and agreeing how much we had missed each other's body and the pleasures we took from each other. There was no sound from the guest room, but Annie had always loved a lie-in.
"How many times did you use my dirty knickers to get yourself off?" Jo whispered to me. As she said this, her hand reached to my cock and she squeezed it tightly.
"Enough times to have cleaned them without them going near a washing machine. I hope those pairs you put in the basket last night have got a lot of holiday stains on them. You know, all this started months ago with me missing you while you were away, then owning up to what I had been doing - but since then, it feels as if you've really got into it. There are times when it seems that although it's just you tossing me off, you're getting as turned on as me."
"Perhaps you'll find out if that's true later - or maybe you're just hoping that's true."
"How can we get into all that stuff while Annie is here? I thought I'd just have to settle for a quick feel like we're doing now."
"I was thinking about what you had got me into after I was away last time and asking myself why it is such a turn-on. And you know what I came up with? It's because it's all play acting, at least for me. I can be whatever I want to be - sexy wife, foul-mouthed bitch, even a dominant mistress - and when it's over and you've come and we've cleaned ourselves up, I go back to being Mrs Respectable again."
"Very interesting - but none of that explains how we are going to play any of your games until Annie has gone home, does it?"
"Well.....that's what I was going to tell you. One evening while we were away, probably with too much drink taken by both of us, the conversation turned to sex; particularly our sex lives, hers and mine."
Now Jo had my full attention, despite the torment her wandering fingers was imposing on my erection.
"Tell me more" I told her.
"She was saying how with her job and all that entails, the boys' schooling to keep on top of and their social life over there, sex hardly gets a mention. I told her that twenty-five years ago, when you and I were her age, we recognised the same thing was happening to us and we had to make a deliberate effort to get it back on the agenda. And that's when the conversation took an interesting turn."
"Why?" I asked, desperate to hear whatever was coming next.
"Look, it's probably where the drink kicked in, or something else happened; I really don't know - but I started telling her that we had to go down the kinky route to get the spice back into our marriage. And, of course, she wanted examples, details. So I told her about the sexy underwear you bought me, the way in which we used the new undies as part of our love-making, the weekends away for just the two of us, in places where we were unlikely to meet anyone who knew us - and the play-acting we did with each other."
I started to speak but she stopped me.
"I'm telling you this because of what happened then, that evening. I have no idea why, but I then told her how that role playing, with a definite kinky edge, was still very important to us both today - and again she wanted details. So I told her - about me playing the role of mistress, making you do all sorts of kinky stuff. She wanted to know if we involved others in our sex life but I didn't get into that; that's for you and me only. And now I get to the heavy stuff - Annie wants to watch us doing it now, while she's here."
I did not know what to say; so I didn't try.
"Have I shocked you?" asked Jo, "I didn't know how you would feel about what I've told her - and what she's said."
Finally, I could string some words together.
"How do you feel about it? Do you really want to appear naked in front of our daughter to punish me and especially my cock, to say nothing about the dirty games with your worn pants? I trust you did tell her about that part of it?"
"There's a big part of me that can't believe I'm saying this - but I think I would be quite turned on to do it in front of her. I've already told her exactly what we do together, so she knew that when she asked if she could watch us. Aren't you a little bit excited at the thought of having your own daughter, seeing you naked and hard, while I treat you like a piece of shit? I thought you were the one who liked the taboo stuff, the really hardcore stuff?"
I was wrestling with conflicting concerns - Annie had told Jo she wanted to watch, Jo sounded very keen to put on a show; but how could I be sure, even if I agreed to this, that I would be able to maintain an erection? I said as much to Jo.
"This is our daughter we are talking about, my daughter. I don't know if I'll be able to perform with her watching."
"I knew you'd worry about it and I think it would be up to Annie to make sure you didn't have any problems in that area."
"What do you mean?"
"We haven't talked about that - at least not much - but there's no good reason why it should just be you and me who are naked; there's no reason why she shouldn't have a feel of her Daddy's cock - and maybe she could even let you sniff her own dirty panties. I'm sure you'd enjoy all that, wouldn't you? Anyway, I'll go now and make her a cup of coffee and make sure she's still up for it. The way she spoke while we were away, I was left in no doubt that she wanted to watch us at it, but it won't do any harm just to check if that's still the case."
