Day 12 - Christmas Day
It had been a most unusual Christmas Eve. My wife and I enjoyed trying one of her new toys while she was still wearing what I now knew was a bustier. The bent looking vibrator did indeed go inside her and vibrate her clit at the same time. It was also shaped so it stayed inside her without holding it, which brought several very naughty ideas from her, including wearing it or the underwear mounted vibrator out shopping or to a restaurant.
It was still early. The morning sky was just starting to lighten through the bedroom window when she woke me. "I've got one more present for you!" she whispered as she pressed her naked body against mine. "Do you remember our first Christmas together?"
"I do," I answered, remembering the morning of our first Christmas together and how we had made love next to the tree, and promised to do it every Christmas. Unfortunately, it was the one and only time we had done it.
"Good! Let's go!" she said, tossing the covers off of us. She climbed from the bed and pulled me along with her. She held her finger to her lips as she opened the bedroom door. She pulled me down the hall with her, the two of us sneaking naked to the living room. She pulled me to the tree and lay down, spreading her legs. "Lick me," she whispered.
I knelt down and lowered my head between her legs. I licked her lips slowly, teasing her at first, and then working my tongue between her lips to seek out her hard little clit. She tried to stay quiet, unsuccessfully, as I worked her pussy, making her squirm and wiggle on the floor. I very much enjoyed licking her pussy and liking doing it made me so much better at it. I alternated between digging deep into her, almost pushing my tongue into her depths, and then moving to her clit and flicking and swirling the tip across her hard nub. Her moans were growing louder, and I was concerned it might wake someone. I pulled my face from her pussy and moved to crawl over her.
"Uh uh," she said, pushing me away. "My turn," she said as she rolled me so I was laying on my back. She crawled over me and looked down at me with a grin. "Last time you did all the work. How about this time I do it?"
"Have at it," I whispered back, surprised because before a few days ago she would never have done this.
She moved over me and held my dick upright. She rubbed my head between her sopping wet lips and then lowered herself down onto me. "Ohhhhhhh," I groaned softly as she enveloped me, her body lit by the changing colors of the twinkling tree lights. She worked slowly, teasing me much like I had teased her. She knew from many years of having sex with me how fast I stroked into her, the speed that I used to make her climax and also the speed I shift to when I'm ready to come. She chose the slower, knowing that she was close to climax while I still had a ways to go. She clearly didn't want to come yet and was determined to bring me along with her.
"Oh shit," I groaned as she slowly stroked up and down my shaft, her pussy teasing me as she settled into a low easy rhythm. Each stroke slapped her butt down on me, making her sexy tits bounce and wiggle. I wanted this moment to last forever.
I was momentarily distracted from her bouncing boobs by movement behind her. Tara stood behind her, slowly slipping her bathrobe off and letting it fall to the ground. She began unbuttoning the row of small buttons down the front of her maroon nightshirt letting it flop open. She pulled it back off her shoulders and let it slip down her arms to the ground with her robe. She stood naked behind my wife for several seconds before stepping closer. She let one hand touch my wife's shoulder. I expected my wife to react, but instead she just smiled at me. Tara stepped around her and then over my head. She squatted down over me, bringing her pussy to my face. "Merry Christmas," my wife whispered as Tara lowered her pussy to my mouth.
I grabbed her hips and helped position her to where I could lick her wet slit. I felt my wife pick up the pace of her strokes, now clearly trying to coax my orgasm along faster. Between the pussy on my face and my wife's pussy on my dick, I had no doubt that they would make me come quickly. I concentrated on Tara's clit, licking and flicking it as my wife pounded down onto me harder. I felt her pussy quiver around me, her own orgasm starting to wash over her. The change in tightness was all it took. I felt my cock swell inside her plunging pussy and my body spasm. I surged a gush of cum into my wife as the first of several climactic spasms wracked my body. I could hear my wife trying to muffle her moans and gasps as she climaxed around my surging cock. My only regret was that I hadn't gotten Tara to climax before my wife and I did.
I was more than willing to finish her off as well, but as soon as my wife orgasmed, she pulled off my face. She quickly dressed and then padded off barefoot back to one of the guest rooms. My wife rolled off of me and then got up. She helped me up and pulled me down the hall to our room. She pulled me onto the bed on top of her and wrapped her arms around me, giggling like a little girl until she pressed her lips to mine. "Merry Christmas my love."
"Merry Christmas," I whispered as we broke the kiss. We cuddled back up together and I fell asleep again.
When I woke up I was alone in bed. I climbed from the bed and headed to the shower. I turned on the water and stood under my preferred spray head, leaving my wife's already set to her temperature, off. I closed my eyes and leaned my head against the wall, taking the moment of solitude to try and make sense of the previous day.
I hadn't been in the shower too long when I heard a squeak behind me, and my daughter's startled cry. "OhmyGod! Daddy!" I turned just in time to see her naked butt darting out the bathroom door. I shook my head and walked to the door, water still streaming off of me. I stepped out the door to find my daughter, standing facing away from me, completely naked and fumbling to straighten a pair of underwear to pull on. I stepped behind her and gently grasped her shoulders. "Oh God Daddy! I. So sorry. I didn't know it was you in there. I thought it was Aunt Lydia."
"It's alright sweetie. No harm no foul. It's not like you didn't see me naked yesterday."
"When mom said I could use her shower if I hurried, and then heard water running, I assumed it was Aunt Lydia. I wouldn't have come in if I'd have known it was you. Mom must not have realized you were showering."
"Or she did," I said quietly.
Christy spun around in front of me, her eyes the size of saucers. She looked up at me in surprise and then realizing we were both still naked, spun back around just as quickly. "Why would she do that?"
"Maybe to give us a chance to talk, privately?"
"Naked, in the shower?"
"Given your reaction yesterday, yeah. But if you don't want to talk about it..." I said, letting go of her shoulders. I walked back into the bathroom, leaving the door standing open. I walked back into the shower and under the water again. I reached over and turned on my wife's side of the shower and waited, facing the wall again.
It took a couple minutes, but Christy came back in. She stepped under the other shower head with her arms across her breasts and a pair of bikini style underwear on. "Okay. So talk."
"When we were first married, we had a pretty active sex life. There were some things your mother refused to do, but we enjoyed sex in different places and ways. About what you'd expect for a new couple. We didn't have a lot of free money to throw around, so for fun we went camping a lot. After you were born, we were camping and it was uber hot, so we were sleeping naked. Your mom had to pee and didn't want to have to get dressed and walk half a mile alone in the dark, so she just slipped out of the tent and went to the tree line a few dozen yards away to pee behind a tree. When she got done, she realized she wasn't alone. The couple in the next campsite were out making out on their picnic table. Probably because it was so hot inside the tents. She couldn't get back to the tent without being seen, so she just decided to wait them out. Only problem was, they were just getting started. She ended up hiding behind the tree watching them have sex. The longer she watched the more turned on she got, until she was playing with herself. I guess the guy knew she was there and kept looking over at where she was trying to hide. After some time, she got brave and stepped out from behind the tree. The way she told me, the rush of being exposed like that made her climax really hard."
"That isn't horrible."
"Well, before she tried to get back to the tent, some lady came down the road and saw this couple screwing on the table. She was threatening to call the park rangers, and she realized that if this lady did, she was sure to get arrested for indecent exposure. Fortunately the lady didn't call the police. After she got back to our tent, she had nightmares about being hauled off to jail naked. "
"I can imagine that. I'd probably have nightmares too."
"Well, apparently those nightmares weren't enough to stop her from doing it again. Later that morning, I took you to the river and she stayed behind to change. Apparently she left the tent door open and got undressed and played with herself again until she climaxed in front of him. When we got back, she stood next to the tent in plain view of anyone around, took her suit off and stood completely naked while she hung it on the line to dry. He was in his campsite packing and she let him walk almost all the way to her while she played with herself before she wrapped in a towel and ran into the tent. She thinks she might have let him touch her, if she hadn't chickened out."
"Seriously? Mom? And you didn't get upset?"
"I never knew until this week," I said quietly as I stood with my back to the wall, the water just hitting my stomach and lower. I couldn't help but notice the water had made her tiny white cotton panties practically translucent, or that her arms were no longer hugging her chest as tightly, allowing one of her nipples and half its surrounding areola to peek out at me. I couldn't help the almost immediate reaction at the sight, my own daughter or not. Before she could see my hard-on, I pushed off the wall and turned under the water, getting my washrag and squirting some soap on it. "Your mother kept a number of secrets from me," I said as I started to wash myself to try and prevent what I could feel happening. "There were a couple of things she never wanted to do. She wouldn't give me oral sex, even though she thoroughly enjoyed getting it, and she wouldn't go what you girls call cowboy. I never understood it until now. Before we met, someone she trusted took advantage of that. I don't have all the details, but I know enough to tell that he made her do those things, so to her, doing them made her feel...used I guess," I said as I tried not to look at my daughter while I washed myself.
"I don't get it. How did she hide all this from you? I mean, you were obviously intimate all these years."
I turned to look at her and nodded. "She retreated to the bedroom, literally. She wouldn't do anything outside the bedroom. When I tried, she'd either shut me right down, or worse, sometimes she'd let things start and then all of a sudden, she'd slam the door. I always figured it was something I was doing, or not doing. Turns out it wasn't. She made the comment that her mother taught her that good girls didn't do things like that."
"What the hell does that mean?"
"It took me a couple days. Her mother taught her that good girls don't do things like that, taught her that before we even met, before she even tried anything like at that campground. I'm thinking her mother did things like that, or maybe worse? I don't know. It's not like we can ask her. She was raised when things were even more strict than now. So what did she do that she felt she had to teach your mom not to do them? I don't know."
"But that doesn't explain yesterday."
"Doesn't it? About two weeks ago, she seemed to suddenly...change. It's like she gave herself permission to do all the things she had been denying herself for all these years. Now she's like a teenager, exploring the limits and boundaries. That's all I can say."
"There you are!" Tara said from the bathroom doorway as she stepped in and closed it behind her. "You and Christy? I wouldn't have expected that."
"Wait! What?" Christy exclaimed. "I'm not...we're not... what are YOU Doing here?"
"I'm here to get to finish what Dad and I started this morning."
