“You think she has lost her virginity?”
“It wouldn’t surprise me if she had. What I am certain of is that she has had her hand and even her mouth on a cock. As for her pussy, it’s probably done too but if not yet, it shouldn’t be long, maybe even tonight.”
Miranda had no difficulty imagining her son, with his well-built frame and handsome features, embarking in a relationship that included physical outlets. And since their nudist vacation together last December, she also knew that her son’s manhood would be a blessing for any girl who shared his bed. Up to now, she had never thought of her daughter in the same terms. Now that her husband was speaking of it, she realised that Sweetie had what it took to attract male eyes, or female for that matter. The body she saw last December at the resort had all the curves needed for that and since then, she had even embellished. No doubt she must have had some proposals and Sweetie was woman enough to have reacted positively.
“You know, now that you say it, you might well be right. I still tend to think of her as a little girl but she is well and truly a woman. You are right we should speak to them soon.”
Having finished his own preparation, he looked again at his wife. She was now standing in front of her dressing mirror and meticulously applying some sort of makeup over her triangular patch, turning if from black to a silvery white, the same colour as her nipples. She had a three-inch sash round her waist with a knot and a hanging tie on both sides.
Miranda looked at him through the mirror.
“Do you think they’ll understand? Will they accept it?”
Wesley hugged her from behind, his arms wrapped under her breasts, his head over her shoulder, his cheek touching hers.
“As I said earlier, I don’t think they will be shocked. They should be able to accept us as we are even if they don’t follow in our footsteps.”
“Yes, you are right, better we tell them than they learn it from others. The sooner the better.”
None of them could have foreseen then how soon it was going to be.
She saw her husband’s hands rise up to her erect silvery nipples and slowly roll them between his thumbs and forefingers, sending an electric spark from both nubs to her pussy.
“Mind what you are doing, you will be messing with my makeup,” she enjoined half-jokingly.
Wesley let go of her teats, his treatment having had no visible effect on her makeup and turned her round to face him.
“Is that a trespass sign, my dear wife?” he queried with a sparkle in his eyes.
“Never for you, my dear husband,” Miranda answered, kissing him lightly on the lips. “I am yours, entirely yours at any time you so desire. Wherever I am, whoever I am with, whatever they may be doing to me, even in the middle of an ecstatic wave, I am yours for the taking. You have precedence over everything and everyone.”
“Hmm, what a passionate love declaration,” Wesley replied, resuming the kiss, letting it last as his hands cupped both her asscheeks, pulling her into him to let her feel the intensity of his desire. They kept on kissing passionately for some time before he finally pulled away, looking into her eyes.