Naturally I was excited at the idea, but at the same time apprehensive. After all, I had little or no reason to believe Sophie had any sexual feelings for me at all!
Meanwhile our own sex life inexplicably took a sharp turn for the better, and although I said and did nothing untoward, I found myself fantasising about my Sophie more and more often.
Over the next few weeks I found myself noticing the things she did more as well – little things like the accidental leaving open of the bathroom or bedroom door while she was changing or bathing, or the careless flashing of her panties getting in or out of the car. And she seemed to have started wearing exceptionally short skirts around the house. In fact I had twice sent her back to her room to change into something more modest – an action that seemed to hurt her rather than make her angry.
I put it down to coincidence and an over active imagination on my part. But it kept going on!
After six weeks of increasing frustration, I plucked up the courage to talk to Susie once again about how I felt and about the difficulty of living with a girl whose sexuality seemed to grow by the week. Susie’s response knocked me sideways.
“Haven’t you two done anything yet?” Her voice sounded exasperated. “Just how slow are you, Mike?” I stared at her dumbstruck. “She’s been sending you messages for weeks – so clearly even I can see them!”
I just stood there, speechless.
“I thought you two had already started….. Christ, Mike, for an intelligent and successful man you can be really stupid some times!”
“Wh..What?” I stammered, making even more of a fool of myself. Susie made an exasperated sound and walked across the kitchen to where the kettle was boiling.
“I spoke to her as she went to bed the day after your ‘night time confession’.” Susie began, pouring two steaming mugs of tea and sitting down, indicating that I should do the same. I sat, and as we sipped our tea, a strange unreal feeling crept over me.
“What…What did she day?” I asked, my voice surprisingly hesitant. Susie sat back in her chair.
“I won’t pretend she was pleased, Mike. Actually, at first she was horrified.” Susie said and my heart sank like a stone. Had I just destroyed our family? Susie leaned towards me and stared straight into my eyes.
“I said, at first!” She continued, seeing the look on my face. I pressed her for more news.
“We have had a few mother / daughter heart to hearts since then.” She went on. “I told her – well, I told her how much you loved her and that it was because of that love, not in spite of it that you felt this way towards her.”
Nice words, I thought. All the nicer for being true!
“What eventually got through to her – and you’ll understand how difficult this was for me Mike – was when I told her about my Dad and me. How special our relationship was and what it meant to both of us.”
I was amazed. Susie had barely mentioned this part of her life since we had been married. It was an unwritten rule between us.
“And what did she say to that?” I asked, eager to learn.