Our Daughter's Arrival
Martha and I were waiting for our daughter, who had informed us that she wanted to spend the entire free weekend with us. Arrivals from Eindhoven, especially on Fridays, are at late evening hours. Our offspring would take a taxi from the airport and be here around midnight. We decided to just greet her and talk tomorrow morning.
We live in our spacious villa. For some time now, my wife and I have been sleeping in separate bedrooms. This doesn’t mean our interest in sex has diminished. We still love to make love. We do it every day. Lately, though, each of us wants a bit more freedom.
Martina arrived as planned. When she entered the house, her presence, as always, positively changed the atmosphere. Our daughter often laughs and has a sensual tone of voice. She often jokes. Today, however, she was in a particularly special mood. Her attire drew attention. True, she wore jeans as usual, but somehow she had found very tight green ones. The scarf around her neck was tied elegantly. Her kisses upon greeting were... hmm... I don’t know, somewhat different. When Martina greeted me, she hugged me. When I looked into her eyes, I saw sparks and glimmers. I must admit, she has matured and is impressively beautiful.
After a warm and affectionate greeting, Martina decisively stated:
“I know it’s late, and you probably want to go to bed. Don’t mind me. We’ll talk tomorrow. That will be better because I have a lot to tell you this time.”
Walking back and forth between her room and the bathroom, she didn’t mind becoming more and more undressed. Carrying her cosmetics and pajamas under her arm, she paraded in her bra and panties. Perhaps subconsciously, she wanted to show how beautiful a woman she is.
She was now a tall, shapely young woman. Her long dark hair reached her shoulders, and she kept pushing it back today. As usual, she was constantly smiling. I could recall her image from various past periods of her life, from when she was only three years old.
Before I fell asleep, my wife came to my bedroom. She wanted to tell me, necessarily today, about the conversation she had just had with Martina. A few sentences spoken by our daughter had moved her.
“Imagine, she asked me such psychological nuances that I don’t have a simple answer to. Do you know what she wanted to know?” she sighed, speaking embarrassedly, adjusting her hair as always when she’s stressed. “She asks me if I also like women, if I’d like to cuddle, caress, and kiss a woman. First, I don’t know because I haven’t tried. Second, why does she need to know? Imagine, she expects me to think it over and tell her how it is with me.”
“Come here!” I said to my wife.
Martha sat on the edge of the bed, and after a moment, she lay down next to me, snuggling affectionately.
“So tell me! Would you like to make love with a woman? We’ve been together for so many years and never discussed this.”
“Exactly. However, I already know the answer. Well, I’d love to, and I have to try... Not only that, I’d like to explore it. I want to return to our old days when we ran naked around the apartment and made love whenever we felt like it. I miss those crazy moments,” my wife said with slight embarrassment.
The contemplation of these new perspectives aroused me. I made passionate love to my wife that evening.
