Three's Company - Emily's Story

I first started to sense that something wasn't quite right with my parents' marriage in my early teens. It wasn't something tangible; instead, it was more a feeling that there was something that they weren't telling me. Whatever it was, my mum and dad always made sure that I felt loved and secure.

I had turned eighteen when things at home began to change. I was excited about going to college; I had enrolled on a fashion and beauty course and dreamed of one day opening my own shop. I had chosen a local college so I could continue living at home and keep costs down.

What started as any other day ended with our family lives changed forever. As usual, we sat around the dining room table for dinner. Mum and Dad were quieter than usual, and it didn't take a genius to realise that something was wrong.

We finished dinner and Mum cleared the table.

'I had better go upstairs to finish my assignment. It's got to be in by the end of the week,' I said.

'Don't go just yet, your dad and I have got something to tell you,' Mum said.

There was a seriousness to Mum's tone. I sat back down and looked at my parents. I could see the awkwardness in their faces. I froze and braced myself for the worst.

'We had planned a speech of sorts but now I think it's better to just to tell you outright,' Mum said.

It wasn't helping, so many possibilities were racing through my mind.

'What's the matter? One of you is ill... that's it, isn't it?' I asked.

'I am so sorry, Emily. I am making it worse for you. No, nobody is ill. We are both fine,' she said.

'What is it then?' I asked, becoming impatient.

'Your dad and I are splitting up. We are getting a divorce,' she replied.

Hearing this was still a shock to the system.

'I can't believe it. Why?'

'We have known for a couple of years but we thought it best to wait until you turned eighteen and more able to understand. Your dad is...'

'I am gay,' Dad said.

It was the first time Dad had spoken but I would never forget those few words. I had a couple of gay friends and it didn't bother me in the slightest. But my dad was nearly forty-two years old, a family man. How could he be gay?

We sat around the table and talked everything over. I knew that, no matter what, my mum and dad would always want the best for me, and that this wasn't easy for them either.

Mum told me she would be moving out and had already found somewhere else to live--a nice two-bedroom flat just a few miles away.

I knew I would have to make a decision about where I was going to live. It was difficult, but I was relieved we were able to come to an agreement without any upset or bitterness. I decided to stay with Dad. There was more room and our house was closer to college.

Mum was perfectly fine with my decision and told me that I could stay over at her flat whenever I wanted.

It took a while for us all to come to terms with that evening. Within the next few weeks Mum had moved out. Dad and I were left to get used to living together without Mum.

My parents' separation happened just before my nineteenth birthday. We had already talked about going out for a meal together and were keen to try a new restaurant that we had heard good things about. Despite what had just happened, we still booked the restaurant for my birthday and the three of us enjoyed a very nice time.

I had always been close to Dad, a typical daddy's girl, but since becoming the 'woman of the house', I felt that the bond between my dad and me had only grown stronger.

I wanted nothing more than for him to be happy. I often asked if he had found a boyfriend, someone special. I got the feeling that Dad was still trying to shield me from his sexuality, but I knew that he was seeing men and having sex with them.

'You don't have to keep your boyfriends from me, you know?'

'What do you mean?' Dad replied.

'Well, I know that you are seeing men and you must be having sex.'

'Yes, I have been seeing men. I've met someone nice, actually, but I don't want you to worry about me, Emily.'

'I really don't mind if you bring a boyfriend back home or if they stay the night.'

'I appreciate that, Emily. It's just that this place is rather small and it would probably feel that we were on top of one another.'

'I am nineteen, Dad. I can cope. Just remember that I can hear everything through my bedroom wall, so try to keep your screaming during sex down a bit.'

We looked at each other and laughed. I think it helped to relieve some of the tension that Dad had been bottling up.

'Scream into the pillow. Check! Got it,' Dad replied with a smile.

'I hope our little talk helped,' I said.

'Now you're starting to sound like my mum,' he replied, teasing me.

'Thank you. I think Nan is wonderful.'

We both laughed again, but Dad knew that I meant what I had said. He knew that I wanted him to share that side of his life and that he didn't have to keep anything from me.

My 'little talk' must have struck a chord with Dad. Perhaps he had realised that his situation had also been affecting me too. He promised that he wouldn't keep his boyfriends from me.

It had taken Dad nearly twenty years of marriage to admit that he was gay. I realised he had a lot to work out before he found the right man. Dad didn't say too much more but I knew that would come eventually.

I didn't have any classes at college one particular afternoon and got home a few hours earlier than usual. I let myself in and headed to the kitchen to make a drink.

'Dad! I wasn't expecting you to be home,' I said in a startled voice.

I was startled because Dad was in the kitchen completely naked and making a drink of his own. He jumped when I spoke and was obviously just as surprised to see me.

'Emily! Bloody hell! I'm so sorry, I didn't think you would be home until much later,' he said.

'I can see that. Classes were cancelled this afternoon,' I replied by way of an explanation.

Our kitchen was fairly small, and there was no hiding place. Despite him being my dad, I couldn't help but notice his naked body. Dad was forty-two years old, and I could see that he still had a good physique. He had good natural muscle tone without looking like someone who spent too much time in the gym.

I tried my best not to, but I couldn't stop myself from lowering my gaze and looking at my dad's penis. It was a good size and it was hanging right there just in front of me, surrounded by a growth of dark pubic hair. I realised that my gaze lasted longer than it should have, and I felt my face start to flush.

I couldn't hide the fact that I had just been looking at his naked body, but Dad didn't make anything of it.

'I was just making a couple of drinks to take back upstairs,' he said.

'A couple?' I asked.

'Yes, I have got Matthew upstairs with me. I thought you were going to be out, so I invited him back here,' he replied

'Ok, Dad.'

I was trying my best to seem cool about seeing my own dad naked. But I had not been prepared to see just how well endowed he was.

'I was just making him a drink before he left,' Dad said. 'I am sorry, Emily,' he added.

'You don't have anything to be sorry for. I just got a surprise, that's all. It is your house,' I replied.

I watched as he took his drinks and left the kitchen to head back upstairs. I made a mental note that I really must stop eyeing my dad's naked body.

I made myself a coffee and sat in the kitchen. I left the kitchen door open and listened. Around thirty minutes had passed before I heard the stairs creak as they came down.

I looked up and could see my Dad and Matthew saying their goodbyes in the hallway. The hallway was well lit by natural light and I was able to see them both clearly. Matthew appeared to be of a similar age to Dad. They were also closely matched in height and physique.

I looked on as they embraced and shared a kiss. I saw Matthew slip a hand between Dad's legs and squeeze his crotch, and then he was gone. Dad noticed me and came to join me in the kitchen.

'I am sorry again, Emily, I didn't mean for you to see that,' he said.

'It's ok, Dad,' I replied, trying to regain the cool that I felt I'd lost earlier. 'It's my fault anyway, I was kind of waiting to catch a glimpse of one of your boyfriends,' I added.

Dad smiled.

'Oh, were you now?'

'Matthew looks the friendly sort,' I replied with a big smile on my face.

'Yes, he is. We spent the morning being friendly.'

It was the first time Dad had ever made any sort of reference to having sex with another man.

I decided to push my luck. I felt like an excited schoolgirl asking her friend about her first date.

'Well, how was he? Is he a good kisser?' I asked.

'Yes, he is a very good kisser. I'm not too bad myself, you know. And before you ask, yes, we used tongues!'

'How many times did you...'

'Fuck? It's ok, you can say it,' Dad said, cutting in.

'Yes, fuck,' I admitted.

'We fucked twice. Is there anything else that you would like to know?' Dad asked, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes.

I paused for a few seconds.

'Was it better than it was with Mum?' I asked quietly.

'Yes, much better than with your Mum. I am sorry, but I imagine that you want to hear the truth,' he replied.

'Yes, I do. And don't worry, I will never breathe a word to Mum.'

That afternoon heralded another shift in our relationship. Dad no longer tried to shield me from his sexuality. He had come to accept that I was a young woman who could accept that he was gay.

Matthew started staying on a more regular basis. I liked him, and we seemed to hit it off immediately, which pleased Dad a lot.

Through some gentle teasing, I learned that Matthew was 45, just a few years older than Dad. He was six feet tall and quite good looking. He had been single for a couple of years after being in a long-term relationship. He and Dad had met in a gay bar in town and discovered they had a lot in common.

I was growing accustomed to Matthew staying the night and being around the house. He seemed to be just what Dad needed. Whenever he stayed over, I could hear them having sex through my bedroom wall, often into the early hours.

It was a Sunday morning and I was up early. I decided to surprise Dad and Matthew with a cup of coffee in bed. I carried three cups of coffee upstairs on a small tray and quietly opened their bedroom door. I stopped in the doorway. The duvet had slipped onto the floor and they were both lying naked on the bed.

They were still asleep, and I carefully placed the tray on the bedside cabinet. Seeing my dad lying naked next to another man only aroused my curiosity. They both had similar sized penises. Even though they were soft, they must have been at least six or seven inches and looked thick and heavy.

Dad started to rouse and opened his eyes.

'I have made you both a cup of coffee,' I said quietly.

It took him a few seconds to come to and realise that he wasn't covered.

'Thank you, Emily. I am sorry, I don't know what's happened to the duvet.'

'I think it has slipped off on the other side of the bed. But don't mind me, I'm not looking,' I joked, pretending to cover my eyes.

Our quiet conversation and the smell of hot coffee had woken Matthew. He sat up and seemed less concerned about the missing duvet.

'Good morning, sleepyhead,' Matthew said, resting his hand on Dad's chest and giving him a kiss.

Dad flashed me a quick glance before returning Matthew's kiss.

Almost immediately, Dad's penis became very hard. It was the first time I had seen him with an erection, and it was quite a sight. I stared in disbelief at how thick it was.

'Wow, I'm impressed,' I gasped.

The light in the bedroom made it difficult to tell whether or not he was blushing.

'Good morning, Emily. How many of your friends can say they woke up two handsome, naked men this morning?' Matthew asked jokingly.

We all laughed. Matthew wasn't the shy type; his own penis was now also erect but he didn't seem to care who could see it.

'Thank you for sharing your dad with me. Would you mind if I gave him a proper good morning kiss?' he asked.

'No, of course not,' I replied.

Without further ado, Matthew moved on top of Dad. Their naked bodies pressing together as Dad put his arms around Matthew. They started to kiss passionately, like any two lovers would.

I took my own cup off coffee from the tray.

'Don't forget your coffee,' I called as I left them alone.

I went into my own room and lay down on my bed. I felt a warmth and tingling between my legs. There was no point trying to deny it--seeing my dad and Matthew naked had turned me on. The fact that one of them was my dad made no difference.

I met up with Mum whenever we could and usually spent the night in her spare bedroom. She would always ask how Dad was doing and whether or not he was seeing anyone. My answer was always a bit vague. I didn't want to say too much and she certainly couldn't find out that I'd seen Dad naked on more than one occasion, not to mention his lover.

Matthew started staying regularly on Tuesdays and Thursdays. I was starting to notice the difference in Dad. He had regained his sparkle and just seemed much happier and settled. Saturday came, and I was starting to wonder what I was going to do that evening. I was thinking of texting a couple of my best friends to ask if they fancied going for a drink in town. Then a surprise offer fell into my lap.

'How do you fancy getting dressed up and coming out with your dad and I this evening?' Matthew asked.

I looked up, 'Where are you going?'

'A place called Christabelles. Have you heard of it?'

'I can't say that I have. Is it a gay club?'

'Yes, but it's very popular and gets a good mixed crowd. I think you'll like it.'

'Ok, why not? I can go out with my friends next week.'

I hadn't been for a proper night out for quite a few weeks. It would make a nice change to get out of my jeans, wear something nice and maybe even sexy.

I took a nice long bubble bath before wondering what to wear that evening. I eventually decided on a pretty, floaty dress that showed off my figure. I put on a bit of makeup and gave myself a spritz of my favourite perfume.

'Wow! You look gorgeous,' Matthew said. 'But don't worry, your dad and I will be there to fight off the men for you. Or is it women? You never can tell these days.'

Matthew made me laugh.

'It's men,' I replied.

'But we are going to a gay club, after all,' he shot back.

Matthew ducked and ran out of the room as I threw a cushion at him.

A taxi picked us up around 9pm. Twenty minutes later were joining a small queue to get into the club. Once inside, we found a table not too far from the dance floor and sat down. Dad got a round of drinks from the bar and were soon enjoying a lively chat.

It was my first time in a gay club and I found it fascinating, the perfect place for people-watching. No doubt some people were speculating about what a young woman was doing sitting with two middle-aged men. I smiled to myself at the thought.

I'd sometimes laughed with my friends about the thought of stereotypical lesbians. But I had noticed more than a few very attractive women enjoying a kiss and cuddle together. There were also a few dancing very sexily together and allowing their hands to roam. It was quite an eye-opener.

'Right, shall we dance?' Matthew asked.

The three of us headed onto the dance floor and for the next twenty minutes or so had a good laugh as we danced together.

It was turning into a fun night out. I took turns to dance with Dad and Matthew. A slower song started to play and I stepped aside to let them dance together. My dad smiled at Matthew, and they were soon pressed tightly together, swaying to the music.

Before I knew what was happening, I felt a hand slip into mine.

'Do you mind if I dance with you? It's not the sort of song that you dance to on your own.'

I turned to see an attractive red-headed woman smiling at me.

'No, of course not,' I replied, returning her smile.

Without further hesitation, her hand slipped around my waist and rested against the small of my back, gently pulling me closer to her. Her other hand took hold of mine as my free hand slipped around her waist. The feeling of her breasts pressing against mine was incredible. We started to dance close to Dad and Matthew.

Having overcome my surprise, I was now able to look properly at the woman who I was dancing with. She was older than me, I would have guessed that she was in her early thirties. I was looking into the most beautiful green eyes that I have ever seen. Her wavy red hair fell to her shoulders and perfectly framed her pretty face.

I could smell her perfume as we moved to the music. She moved closer until her mouth was just inches from mine. I opened my mouth to tell her that I wasn't a lesbian, but her lips were on mine before I could get my words out.

Her soft lips and the intoxicating scent of her perfume were difficult to resist; I felt myself instinctively responding. My lips pressed back against hers and we started kissing.

At first, our kiss was soft and slow, but I felt my confidence growing and my inhibitions fading. Soon, we were kissing passionately. Her tongue slipped into my mouth and swirled around mine. I followed her lead, and we spent the next few minutes exploring each other's mouths.

My hands slid slowly down her sides, smoothing the fabric of her dress, before running over the curve of her hips. Soon, I was savouring the feel of her bum. Her rounded cheeks felt both firm and yet soft at the same time. I caressed and squeezed her before holding her tightly against me.

I had become completely lost in a kiss with a woman whose name I didn't even know, that I had forgotten about Dad and Matthew. Feeling her respond to me was something that I was not likely to forget. We kissed and held each other until the song ended. We looked into each other's eyes and smiled.

'My name's Charlotte. Thanks for the dance, I enjoyed that. You are very beautiful,' she said, her gaze burning into mine.

'Thanks, Charlotte. I'm Emily. I think you're very beautiful too,' I replied with a smile.

'What a lovely way to end the evening. I have to be going now, but if you would like to stay in touch, I could give you my number?' she asked.

I nodded and followed Charlotte back to a nearby table. She reached into her handbag, that had been hanging over her chair, and pulled out a pen and a piece of paper. It was only now that I noticed that she was wearing a wedding ring.

'I hope you will text me,' she said while pulling on her jacket.

She pulled me into a goodnight kiss, and with that, she was gone. I turned and could see Dad and Matthew sitting at our table, smiling.

I returned and sat down to a lot of ribbing.

'Why did Cinderella have to leave so early?' Matthew started.

'I thought I saw a glass carriage double parked outside, but I thought, no, it can't be,' Dad chipped in.

'Don't you start too,' I said, playfully berating my dad. 'For your information, her name is Charlotte and she was very nice,' I added.

'Yes, we could see that you thought she was very nice,' Dad replied with a mischievous grin.

'Oh, shut up, you. It's different for women anyway.'

'Oh, that explains it then. And here's us thinking that you fancied her,' Matthew added.

'Women are naturally more affectionate than men,' I replied.

'That's true. We could see how affectionate the two of you were being,' Matthew came back.

We all laughed.

Time flew. We ordered more drinks and spent the rest of the evening chatting and dancing. We were careful not to drink too much, but it was obviously enough to dampen inhibitions. I watched as Dad and Matthew shared a kiss more than once. They didn't seem to mind my presence. A noticeable bulge had developed in Dad's trousers, and Matthew reached over to squeeze it.

It was around 1am when we decided to call it a night. We joined a queue for a taxi and it wasn't too long before we got one.

'In case I forget, I really enjoyed myself tonight. Thanks for inviting me,' I said.

'I am glad that you enjoyed yourself, Emily, it was a good night,' Dad replied.

We chatted for the rest of the journey and our cab was soon pulling into our road.

The three of us went into the living room and threw off our jackets. Matthew took Dad's hand and pulled him onto the sofa. They wasted no time and started to kiss passionately. Dad lifted his arms as Matthew lifted his top over his head.

My dress was fairly new and cost a lot of money, so I didn't want to ruin it. I reached around to unzip it and slipped out of it. I was wearing a black bra and knickers. I chose the matching set because they were sexy, particularly the knickers, which showed quite a bit of my bum cheeks.

The sound of a loud wolf-whistle filled the room. I turned to see that my own dad had given me an appreciative whistle.

'And I thought you were too busy to even notice,' I said with a smile.

'I tend to notice when a sexy woman is wearing nothing but her underwear,' Dad replied.

Instead of blushing, I was appreciative of Dad's remark.

'I am going to make a drink. Does anyone else fancy one?' I called as I made my way to the kitchen.

Dad and Matthew were once again preoccupied and, not surprisingly, didn't answer. I made one for myself and returned to the living room. I was gone for about ten minutes, but that turned out to be long enough.

I entered the living room and stopped in my tracks, an audible gasp escaped my lips.

My dad's trousers and underwear were lying on the floor. He was lying on the sofa, completely naked, with his penis in Matthew's mouth.

Dad immediately glanced at me.

'Maybe it's time that you... ohhhh, please don't stop, Matthew.'

'Went to bed? I'm nineteen years old, Dad. And I wouldn't be able to sleep anyway.'

I put my drink down on the table and sat on the chair opposite the sofa. I didn't feel tired at all and had a perfect bird's-eye view.

The girth of Dad's penis was incredible. I sat watching as Matthew stretched his lips around it. Dad's breathing was becoming heavier as his erection slid in and out of Matthew's mouth.

After a few more minutes, Dad's hips began to rise off the sofa as he started to push his penis deeper into Matthew's mouth. Matthew's face was in Dad's dark pubic hair as he tried to take the whole length of his willing partner's erection inside his mouth.

Dad's breathing had become ragged. It was obvious that he was close to orgasm. He actively fucked Matthew's mouth until he could no longer prevent the inevitable. Dad let out a loud groan as he ejaculated inside his lover's mouth.

Matthew was teasing another ejaculation from Dad. He took hold of Dad's penis, giving me the distinct impression that he wanted me to see Dad cumming. I watched as he shot a thick stream of cum that landed on his chest. Dad collapsed back onto the sofa; the satisfaction on his face was plain to see. He relaxed and caught his breath, his penis softening.

'I need some water,' Dad said.

Dad returned from the kitchen. I watched as his soft penis slowly swung from side to side with each step. Matthew had developed a huge erection; it was clear that they hadn't finished.

Matthew took Dad's hand and positioned him facing the wall right next to where I was sitting. Matthew reached around to caress Dad's chest, his fingers brushing over his nipples while softly kissing his neck.

Dad started to moan softly in appreciation and pressed back against Matthew. The length of Matthew's penis nestled firmly between the cheeks of Dad's buttocks.

I couldn't take my eyes off them.

Matthew took hold of his penis and began to rub the head of his dick back and forth over its intended target. Another groan escaped Dad's lips as he eagerly waited to be penetrated.

Dad's moaning became more guttural as Matthew started to push his dick inside him. My focus shifted between watching Matthew's disappearing dick and the expression on Dad's face. As he pushed in the last couple of inches, having Matthew inside him triggered another erection for Dad.

Dad turned to look at me. I looked back at him as I reached to unhook my bra. I let it slip off and bared my breasts and hard nipples in front of my own father. My nipples were standing out, they were the hardest they had ever been.

'Emily...' he started to say, his breathing heavy.

'It's ok, Dad,' I whispered.

'Ohhhhh!' Dad gasped.

They started to fuck slowly but firmly at first. Soon, they found their rhythm as Matthew increased the pace and intensity of his strokes. The room filled with the sound of them having sex. I was in awe of Matthew's energy and stamina as he fucked Dad for at least fifteen minutes.

I could tell by their breathing that they were getting close to orgasming. Almost as if I were someone else, I reached out and just about managed to wrap my hand around Dad's erection, squeezing it tightly.

Dad flashed me a quick glance to let me know that it was okay. It was only now that I gained a true appreciation of just how thick his erect penis was.

It wasn't long before Dad climaxed again. I watched intently as three streams of cum spurted against the wall. Seconds later, Matthew ejaculated inside Dad. He managed a few more thrusts before he finished cumming.

Dad's legs almost gave way as he rested against the living room wall. Eventually, he turned to face me, giving me a full-on view of his dick and balls. I could see drops of his semen glistening on his softening shaft.

Neither of us said a word. We didn't have to; the three of us had shared something that perhaps we shouldn't have, but it had created a unique bond between us.

Dad and Matthew moved back to the sofa. They curled up together and started to kiss and cuddle.

Over the next few days, Dad started to open up about his relationship with Mum. We had several conversations, just the two of us.

I discovered that Dad wasn't strictly gay; his sexuality was more fluid than that. He admitted to having an affair with another man a few years earlier. Mum didn't find out but Dad felt she was suspicious.

I should have been appalled and told him so. Instead, I felt myself being drawn closer to him. Dad wasn't perfect; he was very human. I recognised that Dad had also played a role in awakening my own sexual needs and desires.

He had started to feel stifled but had tried his best to make things work with Mum for my sake. His feelings had grown stronger over time until he could no longer ignore them. He liked Mum a lot, but it wasn't enough. I listened as Dad got everything off his chest. His outpouring seemed to do him the world of good, while also helping me to see things more clearly.

The following Sunday, I made us each a cup of coffee and took them up to Dad's room. It was still early, and asked if I could climb into bed with them. They, of course, didn't mind and said yes. I untied my dressing gown and let it slip to the floor. I was completely naked underneath; Dad and I exchanged a private glance.

Both Dad and Matthew gave me a wolf-whistle, which I knew was for my benefit. I took my phone from my dressing gown pocket and climbed in bed between them. I am only 5'6 and quite petite, so I felt very snug, squashed between two six-foot-tall men. Dad passed the coffees out and I sat back browsing on my phone.

It wasn't yet 7:30 and I was surprised to hear my phone start to ring. I looked at my phone.

'It's Mum,' I said.

I accepted the call, Dad and Matthew sat up quietly, drinking their coffee.

'Hi, Emily, it's Mum, I am sorry for ringing this early. I was just wondering if you want to meet in town this morning for a late breakfast?'

Dad reached to put his coffee down and started listening. I felt him rest his hand high up on my thigh.

'Hi, Mum, it's a nice surprise to hear from you. You know I would love to meet up with you but I am not feeling too well today. How about next week? I will be in touch so that we can arrange it.'

'It's ok, Emily. Please don't worry. Get yourself better, and we can do it another time, as you say.'

We said our goodbyes and ended our call.

'You could have gone if you wanted to,' Dad said.

'I know, but I didn't want to miss lying in bed between my two favourite men,' I replied with a smile.

Dad still had his hand on my thigh and gave it a squeeze.

Matthew had also been listening, taking everything in. He leaned over and, to my surprise, gave me a soft kiss on my lips that lingered for a moment.

'Mmm, that was nice.'

'It's three in the bed, you have to pass it on--it's tradition,' Matthew said mischievously.

I laughed. 'What's got into you two?'

I turned to face Dad, and we looked into each other's eyes. I suddenly felt shy about giving my own dad a kiss. I met his gaze once more, and my shyness disappeared. Dad met me halfway, and we shared a soft, loving kiss.

Our kiss lingered longer than it should have. We looked at each other, and before either of us could think about whether it was right or wrong, we started kissing again, this time with more meaning.

Our kiss lasted a few minutes before we finally broke apart. I felt my face flush as I looked at Dad, my breasts pressing against him as we shared an embrace.

'Phew! I can't believe we just kissed like that!' I managed to say.

'You looked like you enjoyed that. I bet you're glad you aren't meeting up with your mum this morning,' Matthew said with a smile.

'Yes, I am,' I replied in a quiet voice.

Matthew was right; I had enjoyed every minute. The sensation of his lips on mine had sent a shiver through me. It was my first kiss with Dad, and they say you never forget your first kiss.

I looked at Dad.

'Are you pleased that I didn't want to see Mum today, as well, Dad?' I asked with a coy note in my voice.

'Of course. You are a beautiful young woman, Emily,' he replied.

Matthew suddenly grabbed the duvet and yanked it off the bed. Lying naked under the duvet was one thing, but now my comfort blanket--no pun intended--had been stripped away, and I was completely exposed. I immediately felt Dad's and Matthew's eyes taking in my body.

Strangely, I thought about Mum and what was happening behind her back. I was lying between two naked men; one of whom was still her husband, who now had a massive erection. I had, of course, seen Dad and Matthew with erections before. But this felt different; I felt that they were showing them off to me.

I closed my eyes for a moment, then felt a hand cupping one of my breasts and softly squeezing it.

'That feels nice,' I murmured.

I opened my eyes to see it was Dad's hand. My breasts are 34B, not the smallest or the biggest, but were a perfect fit in his hand. He squeezed each breast in turn and flicked his fingers over my nipples; they grew stiff from his expert touch.

He started to squeeze them more firmly, causing me to let out a moan. My response spurred Dad to take my nipples between his lips. I felt his mouth tugging at my nipples, taking them between his teeth.

Dad's primal urges took over, and he began sucking and biting my breasts. I gripped the bedsheet as an unfamiliar pleasure coursed through my body.

Satisfied with my reaction, his hands moved to hold my hips as he started to kiss down my body, planting soft kisses on my stomach and abdomen.

Matthew, who'd been watching intently, leaned towards me, and his lips descended on mine. We kissed hard and passionately; I was the object of these two men's desire. I felt wanted as a woman and was a willing participant.

It felt like Dad had kissed every inch of my torso. I felt his fingers running through my neat patch of pubic hair as he continued to kiss lower and lower.

'You are absolutely gorgeous, Emily,' I heard him whisper.

Dad moved between my legs, parting my thighs. I was now completely exposed to my own father. I looked to see the hungry expression on his face as he stared at my sex. It seemed as if he wanted to memorise every detail, to recall it at will.

I held my breath in anticipation as Dad's face disappeared between my legs. His open mouth and lips pressed against my pussy. I raised my hips off the bed and pushed myself against his mouth--the heat centred between my legs.

His hands slipped underneath and grabbed a handful of my bum cheeks, his fingers digging into my flesh. Dad's mouth engulfed my pussy, as he kissed, licked, and sucked between my legs.

I started to writhe on the bed as his tongue parted the lips of my pussy and pushed inside. Dad's appetite was insatiable. His hands grabbed my bum and hips, holding me in place as he continued to eat me for all he was worth.

I grabbed hold of Matthew's hand as I felt my body begin to tremble and my muscles spasm. The warmth of my orgasm spread throughout my body like a wave and was accompanied by a release of emotion. My moaning turned into a scream that shattered the quiet of a Sunday morning. Our neighbours couldn't have failed to hear it.

Dad's face emerged from between my legs, wearing a triumphant look. on his face. It was my first experience of oral sex, and it had been incredible.

'That was amazing,' I said quietly, still recovering my breath.

'The pleasure was all mine,' Dad replied, returning my smile.

'Well, not quite all yours,' Matthew added, with a sideways glance at me.

We laughed together before the three of us lay back on the bed. Any shyness or reservations that I might have still had simply evaporated.

'I can't believe what we have just done! I don't know whether I should laugh or cry?' I said eventually.

'Laugh, and the world laughs with you...', Dad started to say.

'Dad!'

Dad put his arm around me and I snuggled into him.

'What? Nothing good comes of overthinking things,' Dad whispered.

'You are right, and I don't regret it for a second,' I replied.

Dad and I kissed and cuddled for a few minutes before he excused himself to use the bathroom.

'Don't go anywhere, we haven't finished yet,' he said.

Dad returned a few minutes later to find me lying stretched out on the bed between Matthew's legs.

He climbed onto the bed and lay beside us. His hand reached to caress my bottom as he watched me sucking Matthew's balls.

I had watched Matthew perform oral sex on Dad. I did my best to recall the experience and use it to give Matthew as much pleasure as possible. Hearing Matthew moan gave me all the encouragement I needed.

My hand wrapped around his erection, squeezing tightly, as I continued to suck and lick his balls. My tongue slowly licking up the length of his hard penis. I looked up to see Matthew watching my every move. I made him wait.

I kissed and explored the length of his shaft, tracing its contours with my lips and tongue. Finally, I closed my lips around the broad head of his penis, teasing its sensitive slit with my tongue. I could feel Matthew responding to my touch, and his reaction filled me with a deep sense of satisfaction.

I paused, letting out a squeal of delight as Dad slipped his hand between my legs from behind and began to caress me gently.

My head was rhythmically moving up and down between Matthew's legs. His hands held my head, guiding my movements, as I sucked on his penis. Matthew began moving his hips with greater purpose, pushing his penis deeper into my mouth.

My first blowjob might have lacked some finesse, but Matthew's seal of approval soon followed. I felt him tense and shudder as he climaxed inside my mouth.

I held his penis between my lips until he had finished cumming. Knowing that I had brought him so much pleasure felt very gratifying. I crawled up and settled between Dad and Matthew, our bodies pressed together.

We spent the next few minutes kissing and touching. Dad's feelings for Matthew were obvious as he leaned over to share a deep, loving kiss with him.

Eventually, Dad manoeuvred himself so that he was kneeling between my legs. He thick penis was once more fully erect. I looked up at Dad and saw in his eyes that he wanted to take our new relationship to the next level.

There was never any doubt that Dad was going to fuck me before Matthew. We exchanged a knowing look before I raised my parted legs off the bed. Dad leaned towards me, his intentions clear. I gasped as I felt his penis against my pussy for the first time.

I was very aware of Dad's size, but I still wasn't prepared for what I was about to experience. The bedroom filled with the sound of my scream. It wasn't an ordinary scream though; it was a combination of pain, pleasure, and lust.

I drew my legs back further, allowing Dad to penetrate me more deeply. I was experiencing a dreamlike quality, half of me unable to believe what I was doing, while the other half was lost in the pleasure of the moment.

My reverie was interrupted by the sound of my mobile phone ringing--it was Mum.

My Dad and I looked at each other, neither of us had any intentions of stopping. He fucked me slowly at first, each stroke stretching me and making me feel fuller than ever before. I had adjusted to his size and was moaning freely when Dad started to increase the pace of his thrusts.

Mum ran rang off just as Dad was fucking me hard. We could feel the bed shifting beneath us with each thrust. We must have been going at it for nearly fifteen minutes before I climaxed. It was even more intense than my earlier orgasm. I thrust back against Dad, letting out a cry that mingled passion with relief.

Dad couldn't hold out any longer either and almost reached his climax at the same time. I felt his body tense before gradually relaxing as the tension eased away.

Dad collapsed on top of me, and I held him in my arms. He stayed inside me as we both recovered. Finally, we kissed as he settled beside me.

I suddenly remembered Mum's call. I managed to find my phone, which had slipped down the side of the bed, and discovered that she had left a text message.

Hi, Em, you must be asleep. It's probably what you need. I hope you feel a lot better after your rest. See you on Monday afternoon? Love, Mum xx

I read the message and instantly felt guilty. Not only had I lied to Mum, but I had also betrayed her in the worst possible way.

Dad noticed the look on my face and I showed him the message.

'I'm sorry, Emily. I think I know how you must feel, but it's not all on you. It felt right at the time and we both made our choices. Your mum and I are no longer together, so it comes down to how you and me feel about each other, doesn't it?' Dad said.

'I know, Dad. It's just....'

Dad gave me a soft, warm kiss on the lips.

'What did I say about overthinking thinking things?'

'I know,' I replied with a smile.

We cuddled up to together, and Dad held me tenderly in his arms. Matthew recognised our need for a moment together and went to use the bathroom.

The three of us lay in bed together until early afternoon. I don't think either of us wanted to be the first to make a move.

'I am going to take a shower. I want to make the shops in town before they close,' I said.

Dad gave me another wolf whistle. I glanced over my shoulder and caught him admiring my bottom as I crossed the bedroom. turned and realised he had been watching my bottom as I walked across the bedroom. I turned to face him, a cheeky spreading across my face.

'Enjoying the view, Dad?' I teased.

Dad smiled. 'Can you blame me? It's good to see you feeling... better.'

'Much better,' I replied.

I took a quick shower and got dressed. Dad and Matthew had already got dressed, too. I kissed them both goodbye and left to catch a bus into town.

I enjoyed a couple of hours shopping, which helped clear my mind. Eventually, I found myself browsing the women's underwear section of my favourite store. I lingered over some sexy underwear and smiled to myself, knowing that Dad would approve. I left the store clutching a number of carrier bags.

When I returned home, Matthew had left. Dad made me a cup of coffee, and we sat chatting in the living room. It was definitely a father-daughter sort of chat, but I think that we both knew that things weren't quite as simple as they had once been.

The following morning, I discovered that I had love-bite marks on my breasts--a reminder of the day before. Dad and I had breakfast together in the kitchen. We deserved an Oscar for pretending that everything was perfectly ordinary, even though the sexual tension between us was never far from the surface.

This tension was still evident as I was about to leave for college. Dad snatched a goodbye kiss that lingered longer than usual.

'Dad!' I scolded him, a smile on my face.

'I'll be working from home today. What time will I see you?' he asked.

'My classes finish early on a Monday, so I should be home around lunchtime,' I replied.

'Ok, perfect! I will see you later.'

Dad had a twinkle in his eyes. I was convinced he knew exactly what I was thinking.

I found it much harder to concentrate that morning. After classes, I caught the bus home along with a crowd of other students. I felt a nervous knot of excitement in my stomach as I stepped off the bus close to home.

I let myself in and went upstairs to get a shower. I arrived just in time to meet Dad coming out of the bathroom, completely naked.

We faced each other on the landing. Despite what we had already shared, I still felt butterflies when I saw Dad's naked body. I felt overdressed.

'I just want to take a quick shower. I won't be long,' I said.

'The quicker, the better,' Dad replied with a smile.

Ten minutes later, I was standing naked in front of Dad in his bedroom. The thrill of his gaze, of being seen as a woman, felt just as strong as it had the first time.

We flung ourselves onto his bed and began playfully wrestling. It didn't take too long before I felt his hardness pressing against me.

We looked at each other, our playfulness giving way to passion. Our bodies entwined as we kissed.

I climbed on top of Dad and straddled him. His hands immediately reached to squeeze my breasts. I raised my hips and took hold of his hard penis, leading it towards my eager vagina.

I lowered myself slowly onto his erection. Once again, I moaned loudly as I felt his penis push inside me. For a few seconds, neither of us moved, giving me the chance to simply enjoy the feeling of our bodies being locked together.

I began to ride up and down on Dad's erection, allowing him to grab my bum cheeks. The control I had over him felt incredible as I was able to dictate the pace of our lovemaking.

We kept our gaze fixed on each other as we moved together. Our moans grew louder as we continued having sex. We lasted for around fifteen minutes.

I lay on top of Dad with my head on his chest. As we rested, we must have both dozed off for what felt like only a few a few seconds.

It took me a moment to realise that someone was ringing our doorbell. Then I heard a voice calling through the letterbox.

'Emily, are you in?'

It was Mum.

Dad and I jumped off the bed at the same time.

'Shit, what are we going to do?' I asked.

The panic was clear in my voice. I had completely forgotten about Mum's text.

'Why not just pretend that nobody's home,' Dad replied.

That would have been the simplest thing to do. But I had told Mum that it would be lovely to see her, and I had a feeling that she might have spotted my college bag in the hallway.

I run into my own bedroom and grabbed the oversized T-shirt from my bed. I pulled it on and checked myself in the mirror.

It may have been described as oversized, but it certainly wasn't a nightdress; it barely covered the tops of my thighs. I knew it would have to do.

'Get dressed and come down in a few minutes,' I called to Dad.

I rushed downstairs and fumbled with the latch as I opened the door for my mum.

'Hi, Mum,' I said. 'Sorry, I was just upstairs.'

'It's ok, Emily. I just thought I'd quickly call around to see how you are,' she said as she stepped into the hallway.

She couldn't help noticing what I was wearing.

'Have you been into college this morning? Are you still feeling poorly?' Mum asked.

'No, I am feeling a lot better now, Mum. I was just upstairs getting changed. Thanks for asking,' I replied.

I was acutely aware of my nakedness beneath my T-shirt. I self-consciously tried to pull it down further to cover more of my thighs, but the elasticity of the fabric simply caused it to spring back into place. I knew that I daren't bend over or move too much; otherwise, I might end up revealing a lot more than I intended. The material wasn't see-through, but the outline of my breasts was easy to make out.

'Err... Dad's upstairs. He'll be down in a minute,' I said.

We went into the living room and sat down. I tucked my legs underneath me and tried to make myself comfortable.

'I didn't realise. Did he finish work early or something?' Mum asked.

'No, he decided to work from home today, that's all.'

I knew it sounded terrible, but I hoped that Dad's appearance would mean that Mum wouldn't stay too long.

'Hello, Sarah. It's been... almost a year since we last saw each other. How are you?' Dad asked as he came into the living room.

'I'm fine, thanks, Tom. I only called around to see how Emily was feeling. I won't stay long,' Mum replied.

Dad sat close beside me on the sofa, uncomfortably close given our situation. I felt the back of his hand rest lightly against my thigh. With the dynamics between us and feelings running high, my nipples quickly hardened, becoming visible beneath my T-shirt.

I glanced at Mum and, to my relief, she didn't seem to have noticed.

'Fancy a cup of coffee or tea?' I asked.

'A quick cup of tea would be nice, then I really need to get going,' she replied.

I got up too quickly, briefly exposing my bum. It was the briefest of flashes, and I quickly pulled my T-shirt back down. I think I got away with it, although I wasn't a hundred per cent sure.

I had just set out three cups when I felt the back of my T-shirt being lifted and the cool air on my bum.

I jumped. It was Dad, with a very naughty smile on his face.

'Dad!' I said in a quiet voice.

'Shhh, it's ok,' he replied.

His hand caressed and squeezed my bum. I leaned momentarily over the kitchen counter and let Dad feel me up. His hand slipped between my legs to touch me intimately from behind.

'That's enough,' I said.

I tried to sound stern, but my feelings betrayed me, and a coy smile spread across my face.

Dad helped me carry our drinks to the living room. The three of us chatted for around fifteen minutes before Mum eventually stood up to leave. Dad remained on the sofa while I accompanied Mum to the door. We kissed each other on the cheek, and I told her I'd call around soon before we said goodbye.

I returned to find Dad grinning on the sofa.

'It's not funny! Do you think she suspects?' I asked.

'Probably,' Dad replied.

I felt the blood drain from my face.

'What?' I shrieked.

'I'm joking!' Dad replied, holding his hands up. 'But your mum doesn't miss much. Just saying.'

The last hour had been a roller coaster of emotions. Dad could see how much it had affected me. He took my hand and led me upstairs to bed to finish what we had started.

We spent the rest of the afternoon screwing. The release felt tremendous. It was just what the doctor ordered.

To state the blindingly obvious, I discovered that I was no angel. I would have to live with what I had done and hope that Mum never finds out. At the moment, I haven't got the strength to stop, even if I wanted to--and I don't.

I'd slept with a couple of much younger men before, but sex with Dad and meeting Matthew had ignited something inside. Perhaps it had always been there and had simply needed the right trigger. I didn't know where it was going to lead, or how it would end, but I knew I had to find out.