The game continued on for several rounds, each of us at some point causing the wooden block tower to collapse and suffering both the humiliation and the penalty of having to take one more shot, including Dave from time to time. Needless to say, we were all quickly working our way through the bottle of tequila.
It came time for Dave to ask a question of MJ again, who honestly was in no fit state to reply to anything and the responses she did give, were usually accompanied by slurred speech, interspersed with giggles. I too was well on the way to being quite inebriated, but it had the effect of helping me become more relaxed and certainly my fatherly defenses were at an all-time low.
A small movement under the table caught my eye, somewhat shocked, I noticed that Dave’s hand was on MJ’s leg and he was gently caressing her thigh. It took a few seconds to register what I was seeing. MJ was either blissfully unaware of this, or she had no apparent sign of objecting to Dave’s gentle touch. It wasn’t serious but was certainly noticeable and I was pretty sure that his actions were not just an accidental or casual touch. Contrary to my normal instincts, I found myself ignoring his stroking her leg and let it pass, after all, he was my friend, and he knew full well that MJ was my daughter. Instead, I found it quite intriguing and found myself subtly observing without being too obvious. It was again Dave’s turn to ask MJ a question.
“OK MJ, time for my question… how did it make you feel when that guy was rubbing your back and squeezing your ass earlier”. Although already noticeably highly inebriated, MJ face flushed a bright red and she glanced briefly at me as if trying to decide how to answer. ”Hmmm, kinda sexy!”, and then after a momentary pause, “it made me tingle”. Dave smiled. My mind flashed back to the vision of the guy’s hand squeezing her butt and I found myself imagining
The game continued on, but I noticed that Dave’s hand rarely left her thigh, continuing to stroke and bit by bit, was sliding further up her thigh. I started to wonder whether Dave’s touch was also having the effect of making her feel sexy. To my surprise I became aware that I too found it sexy to watch Dave’s hand at work and felt a noticeable swelling in my pants. I was almost willing him on. I started to lose focus on the game and instead, increasingly focused on the way Dave was stroking her.
Dave’s stroking continued to work back and forth on her thigh, soft gentle movements, sometimes pressing the loose fabric of her dress to move between her partly opened legs and touch her inner thigh.
It came around to MJ’s turn again, but she was already far too inebriated to ever remove one of the blocks safely and of course the tower tumbled. MJ downed another shot of tequila
“How do you feel now?” I asked, somewhat naively. I wasn’t sure how that question had managed to come into my head, it certainly wasn’t a consciously intimate question, but before I could retract it MJ replied “Horny!” and giggling almost uncontrollably, her face glowing scarlet. I was not drunk enough to have been unmoved by the directness of her answer, I was shocked, but felt my cock swell more and jump inside my pants. I was conflicted between being a dutiful parent and rising awareness of the voyeur inside me, who was enthralled by watching Dave slowly stimulating and turning on my daughter. Dave was grinning at her.
I watched, enthralled, as Dave took her response as a cue, lowering his hand to MJ’s knee and using his fingers to gradually gather up the fabric of the lower part of her dress, raising the fabric from hanging freely on her calves to just above her knees. He then slowly separated her knees, his hand sliding under the raised hem to make contact with her skin. My heart started to race as I was pretty sure that Dave was now aware that I was watching his action and making no attempt to object, as if my lack of objection was an unspoken acknowledgment of what he was doing and almost granting him permission to go further.
The game had all but been discarded and all attention focused on MJ. MJ’s eyes closed, the effects of the constant flow of alcohol finally sending her into a dozy, state, somewhere between a sleepy dreamland and wakefulness. As his hand slowly worked its way along her inner thigh, I could discern the position of his hand from the way the fabric bunched against his forearm and I could tell that his fingers were making their way towards her pubic area.
As Dave continued to stroke her thigh, he leaned closer and whispered into her ear. As if instructed, MJ leaned back into the sofa and parted her legs a little more. His hand slid even further up her thigh. MJ flinched slightly and moaned softly as Dave’s fingers connected with her exposed pussy. Dave’s expression instantly showed that he was clearly surprised that she was not wearing any panties. MJ seemed to be totally oblivious to me sitting right next to her. I could discern a change in the movement of Dave’s hand under her dress, from stroking to a more rhythmical, yet subtle circling motion. MJ’s breathing changed, becoming heavier and faster.
“So, you liked being touched by that guy?” Dave’s question broke the silence
“yes” replied MJ as best she could
“You like being touched?” Dave continued
“Yes” replied MJ, softly, almost as a breathy whisper
“Do you like the way I’m touching you now, MJ?”
“Yes!”, her voice more urgent
Dave continued to finger her pussy. My erection felt like it was at bursting point and that at any moment I would cum in my pants. I couldn’t believe that I was not only watching but condoning my friend touch my daughter’s pussy, but the voyeur in me prevented me from doing the right thing.
“How does it make you feel, knowing that your dad is watching you be so turned on?”
“excited” replied MJ, her drunken state limiting her to single word answers, but the expression on her face turned to worry, as her brain slowly registered the full inference of Dave’s question, but her drunken state swiftly moved her beyond caring, preventing her from dwelling on all the implications or consequences.
Dave again leaned close to her ear and whispered something inaudible to her. Her eyes opened wide and turning to me, she reached out, wrapping her arms around my neck and kissed me, not as a daughter should, but with her lips firmly planted on mine. I hesitated to kiss her back, but the softness of her lips was so enticing, I started to kiss her back. Our mouths opened slightly, and my tongue darted into her mouth, toying with hers. I kissed her deeply, not as a daughter, but as my lover. Her breathing deepened more, and she moaned softly into our kiss as Dave’s fingers worked more frantically.
Dave’s other hand reached for her breast and started to massage them as our kissing continued unabated.
“Do you love your daddy, MJ?”
“yes” she replied, breaking the kiss just long enough to respond before resuming, her tongue now actively seeking mine.
“would you like your daddy to touch you here, like I am doing?”