I had just spent the past few hours shopping while my daughter seduced my husband -- with my knowledge and consent.
To be honest, I was turned on by the idea of Sam and Marie having sex. The knowledge that he was taking her virginity just intensified things. If only I could be there, watching, holding Marie's hand as she was penetrated for the first time. But she had been adamant; she wanted this to be a special memory for the two of them.
Maybe part of my desire to watch was fueled by another desire -- to make love to my daughter. But, to my disappointment, Marie had shown no interest in me. I'd spent the past few months helping her plan this evening. Telling her how beautiful I thought it was that she wanted to express her love to her dad this way. Explaining to her what to expect. Getting her on the pill so they wouldn't need condoms. And through it all, I hadn't seen any hint of Marie wanting me in the same way. I loved that she wanted her father in this way, I just wanted her to want me in the same way.
That's probably why I went to the adult store and bought some toys: a strap-on and a double ended dildo. It had been years since I'd been with another woman, and I'd long since thrown out my toys from those days. I'd also bought myself a new set of sexy lingerie, which I wore out of the store. As I was getting into the car, Sam called.
"So, how'd it go?" I asked, hoping that my jealousy wasn't leaking through.
"Pretty good," he responded. "Even with your warning, I was a little caught off guard. But Marie was right. I think, with as much as we care about each other, a little sex could be beneficial."
That pang of jealousy struck again. If only I could get in Marie's panties, too.
"I'm glad you two enjoyed yourselves. Do you think this is a one-time thing," I asked, "or should I prepare to share you with our daughter?" I desperately hoped that it wasn't a one-time thing, and that I might, at some point, get to see them together.
"As long as you're ok with it," Sam answered. "I think we would both like this to be part of a new normal."
All three of us, you mean,
I silently corrected. Out loud I said, "It's absolutely fine with me, dear. Now, tell me, is there anything that I need to be prepared for when I get home?" I panicked, because my desire definitely came out with that.
"Such as?" Sam sounded evasive, but I decided to just cut straight to the point.
"Does Marie have a similar desire for me?"
"You'll need to ask her to find that out." That sounded evasive. Marie had probably asked his permission and sworn him to silence, like she'd done when she asked me if she could have sex with her father. That thought caused my pussy to get wet yet again.
Sam made a quick excuse about needing to help Marie with dinner, and we hung up. After that, it was the longest drive home ever. It's funny how anticipation can slow time down like that.
When I got home, I slipped into the master suite and took a few minutes to wash my new toys, then put them in a drawer that had plenty of other toys. I wasn't sure if Marie wanted me, but I had learned that I wanted her.
After taking care of my toys, I headed to the dining room. Marie was just putting dinner on the table, so we sat down and ate. Sam was trying to show us equal attention, but with the change in their relationship being so new, he was giving a lot of attention to Marie. I didn't mind. I was hoping to have my turn soon.
After dinner, Sam said he would take care of the dishes and shooed the two of us away. Once we sat down in the living room, I started trying to get information out of Marie.
"Was it everything you wanted?"
"It was perfect," she sighed. "You are lucky to have landed dad. He's an amazing lover."
"Damn right," I laughed. "Did you get enough, or do you want to make this a regular thing?"
"I don't think it would be possible for me to get enough of dad," she said, her cheeks bright with a blush. "I just hope that he hasn't had enough of me."
That brought a laugh from me. "I know your dad well enough to know that there's no going back for him. If you had been satisfied with tonight, he would have accepted it. But for him, this will just be part of your relationship now."
"Are you ok with me having sex with dad regularly?" she asked tentatively.
"Absolutely, sweetheart." I paused for a moment, searching for the right words. "You two are my whole world, and I want you both to be happy. If that means breaking a few societal norms, so be it. Just remember that this will only work as long as we're all being completely open and honest."
"Well," she said, biting her lip nervously, "In the interest of being open and honest, I should probably mention that dad's not the only one I want to have sex with regularly."
"Oh, really?" I said, trying to hide my eagerness. "Who else are you interested in?"
"My mommy," she said as she reached for my face.
Two simple words, but so much meaning. We'd talked and prepared for months before she was ready to ask her father for sex. I knew what this must mean to her, and I had been hoping for it all evening. I'm sure that my excitement was evident on my face, but the butterflies in my stomach froze me in place.
Fuck!
I thought.
Why am I so nervous?
Fortunately for me, Marie was already taking the lead. With the hand that had been reaching for my face, she cupped my cheek and pulled me toward her as she leaned in to kiss me.
The kiss was electric; it instantly stilled the butterflies in my stomach. I took charge, placing a hand on the small of her back, and the other on the back of her head, pulling her closer to me. As I did, she melted into my arms.
We kissed for a while, alternating between long, soft kisses, and hungry, lip-nibbling ones. Eventually, she licked my lip, and my mouth opened to let her in. Our tongues caressed each other. As she began to pull her tongue away, I closed my lips around it and sucked, eliciting a moan from her. Her arms slipped around my neck, giving me no room to pull away.
"Let's go to bed," I whispered between kisses. "I might have some surprises for you."
"What kind of surprises?" Marie asked.
"Sexy surprises," I teased, not wanting to give anything away.