My wife Sylvia is French. She came to this country with her family when she was about twelve. She still has a slight French accent which I have always thought was really cute. And of course she is beautiful in the way that only French women can be.
I know what most men think about French women, and I have to say that in Sylvia's case, all of the stories are true. She is a sensitive and passionate lover, always there for me when I want or need her. In more than twenty years of marriage I have never been unfaithful to her, never even thought about being with another woman. Until a couple of weeks ago, that is, when I started to have lustful thoughts about someone else. And that someone was our eldest daughter Nicole.
You see, Sylvia's family had a rather unusual custom. When each daughter reached the age of eighteen, she was introduced to the delights of lovemaking by her father. This was referred to by the phrase "l'instruction", which was always spoken in French. Of course, when I first found out about this tradition, I was shocked. But by that time I was so in love with Sylvia that I would have married her even if her family were from another planet. But after we were married I had more or less forgotten about the custom. Now that I think of it, Sylvia's father Jacques and I have always bonded well. Of course we have never spoken about it, but maybe it's because we have both made love to the same woman.
There is another unusual thing about Sylvia's family. On her mother's side, for as long as anyone can remember, all of the children born into the family have been girls. Sylvia and her younger sister Gabrielle were continuing the tradition, as we had three beautiful daughters, and Gabrielle had two girls of her own.
Our eldest daughter, Nikki as we called her, was the image of her mother, a classic French beauty. The more I looked at her, the more she reminded me of her mother when I had first met her. And when I looked at her, I was reminded that in just a few days she would reach her eighteenth birthday.
Nikki was aware of the tradition, of course. A few weeks ago, Sylvia had explained it all to her. Since then, Nikki had started to look at me differently. Her look seemed to be a mixture of curiosity and lust. That was when I started to have lustful thoughts about her.
At last the day of Nikki's eighteenth birthday arrived. There was the usual birthday excitement of gifts in the morning, and then in the evening there was cake and party hats with dinner. Then after dinner, Sylvia packed the two younger girls into the car and they all went off to spend the night at her sister's house.
