This story is partly true and partly fiction. It contains a graphic description of at least one sexual act and includes voyeurism, mild BDSM, cross-dressing and family members. If this type of thing is not to your taste, you probably don't want to read it.
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I got home about 6:30 on a Thursday night after work, and, as was my habit, I went over to the bar in our entertainment room and made myself a gin and tonic to drink while I went through the mail. In a few minutes, Ginny, my wife of about ten years, joined me from the kitchen. I made her a drink and she sat down with me at the bar. She and I would often have a drink at the end of the day and catch up.
Tonight she seemed a little worried. "Bob," she said, "we have a problem."
"We do?" I asked. I admit I wasn't paying a lot of attention. Usually our problem was that the dog needed to go to the vet or the plumber needed to check a leak in one of the bathrooms.
"Yes, and it's a serious one," she replied.
"OK, I'm all ears. Tell me about it," I said.
"Well, you know Katie is a virgin," she began. Katie was her 21-year-old daughter by a previous marriage. She was a senior in college and was planning on attending law school next fall. Her sex life was not something I considered by business.
"No, I didn't know that," I answered, "but that seems to be Katie's problem, not ours and it's none of our business."
"It is our business in a way. She has been talking to me about it. She knows she's smart, attractive, and has a great personality, and she has plenty of young men interested. It's just that when the time comes to actually 'do it' she chickens out. The biggest part of the problem is that now she's dating a guy she really cares about and she wants to have sex with him."
"This sounds like a mother-daughter thing to me," I said. "Maybe she needs to see a counselor."
"I have another solution," Ginny said. "I thought that if she could see how much fun it is for two people who really love each other to have a great fuck session she would be less afraid."
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"Why don't we let her watch us fuck?"
"You're not serious," I replied. "I'm not sure that's a good idea at all."
"I think it's a great idea. Think about it and we'll talk later."
I did think about it. It was arousing in a way but also a little creepy. Katie and I had a good relationship, but I was not her father. Since she had her own place near the campus, I walked around naked a lot at home, but never when she was there. I'm not sure she had ever seen me in my underwear. We were friendly, she respected the fact that I was married to her mother and I think she liked me, but that was the extent of it. Still, there was an element of excitement about being watched.
The next week I cam home Friday and Ginny joined me for our late afternoon libation.
"Have you thought about what we talked about last week?" she asked.
"Yes," I answered, "but I'm still not sure. It is exciting and if it will help Katie..."
"I thought you might find it arousing." Ginny said. "I've discussed it with Katie and she's up for it."
"There are some practical considerations," I said. "For example, are just going to fuck or are we going to reveal the whole thing?"
"All of it," Ginny said. "There's nothing wrong with a little kinky sex."
Ginny was referring to the fact that I liked to wear women's underwear. I had quite a collection of lacy thongs, boy pants, and bikinis with little bows. Sometimes I also wore garter belts with thigh high stockings. I also liked to put on a little makeup with mascara, lipstick and rouge. Ginny thought all of this was cute and it added to our lovemaking.
For her part, Ginny loved to be spanked. I used my hand, a ping pong paddle, and a whip we bought from a sex shop. It was very mild BDSM stuff, but she liked her ass to be a little red in the morning. Ginny also liked to scream when she came. Of course, she held it down when Katie was home or we were in a hotel, but she really liked to scream and to talk dirty. It was great for us, but not necessarily for public consumption.
I was still not totally convinced, but the hard on pushing against the nylon panties under my pants apparently was convinced. We agreed to put on the show for Katie one week from this Friday.
When the big night arrived, we all went to dinner at a local hang out. Ginny and Katie had a little more wine than normal to loosen their inhibitions. When we got home, they broke out another bottle of wine and were a little tipsy by about ten o'clock.
