His wife and daughter cleaned the table after dinner, and I could not help but notice that his daughter had a knockout figure. At least thirty-six D bust, small waist and well-rounded hips and ass. I looked away when I felt my cock stirring.
We moved onto the patio for drinks. His daughter, around Caprice’s age, sat next to him, quite close. His wife seemed to pay no attention to their proximity or the fact he put his arm around her daughter. Or that her daughter leaned into her Dad in a most intimate way.
Eventually his wife excused herself saying she had an early assignment and needed her sleep. I sincerely enjoyed her and indicated what a nice dinner and evening it had been.
They wondered if I wanted to see some of her videos and I of course agreed. She would look even more appealing in anything she would wear.
The basement was almost identical to the floor upstairs. Kitchen, dining, living, bath and bedrooms. A full apartment that I assumed was his daughter’s area.
We relaxed on a large sectional in front of a television screen that filled the wall. His daughter sat between his legs, and I began to get the picture. It was another daddy daughter thing, and I suspected my two employees had been talking.
“Maybe next time you’d like to bring your daughter?” she asked, and I nodded. Possibly.
The screen lit up the room and this amazing girl was dancing naked. My breath hitched at her seductiveness on screen. It would be hard for a man to turn down something like that even if it was his daughter.
I was leaned back, my legs stretched out in front of me on the sectional. My cock created a obvious growing mountain on my lap and I instinctively squeezed my aching cock.
The next scene showed her magnificent Mom on satin sheets just as naked as her daughter. He joined her on the bed, and they began to make out like teenagers. It was unbelievably arousing as I found myself getting more and more turned on right along with them.
Just when I thought they would move to fucking, their daughter joined them on the bed. Mom and daughter kissed passionately, their soft tits mashed together, thighs between each other’s legs.
He stroked their bodies inflaming them further. Suddenly her daughter turned away from her Mom to her Dad and they continued the hot make out session. A glance at his wife’s face showed relief. Relief that she did not have to finish it off with her husband. Oddly enough was relief with a little boredom.
“My wife isn’t interested in sex anymore. At least not with me,” he shrugged. “Several years ago, she stopped having sex with me. I was out of my mind with need as I’m sure you can understand.” I did and nodded.
“One night my wife wasn’t in bed, and I assumed she was watching television or still cleaning the house from our daughter’s eighteenth birthday. I went to sleep.”
He cleared his throat looking away in remembrance. “My wife slipped into bed with me in the middle of the night. I slept naked but she normally didn’t but this time when she moved against me, she was also naked.”