My Partner’s Daughter and a Secret in Our Bed

I was lying back on our bed, talking to Esteban on the phone, when I saw Renata walk in with that smile of hers I’d already learned to fear. She wasted no time climbing onto the mattress. She slid one arm over my body, lay down on her side pressed against me, and left her lips a couple of centimeters from my neck.

I suppose the situation calls for an explanation. Renata is twenty-six, her father is fifty-five, and I’m thirty. Most people would assume I’m with an older man for convenience, that he supports me or something like that. That isn’t the case. I met Esteban at the studio where we both worked; we happened to be on the same project for months, and from seeing each other so much we ended up together. I love him, truly. The problem appeared later, the day he introduced me to his daughter.

When I moved in with them, something ignited between Renata and me from our very first exchange of looks. At first we both resisted. We knew what was at stake, how absurd and forbidden it was. But one afternoon we gave in, and since then we haven’t known how to stop.

—Yes, love, we’re just about to watch a movie together —I said into the phone.

It wasn’t entirely a lie. Renata had put something on the screen, though I wasn’t looking at anything except the way she was beginning to kiss my neck. The first sigh escaped me without permission.

Her kisses moved slowly down the neckline of the silk dress I wore as pajamas. Since the fabric wouldn’t give the way she wanted, I felt one of her hands slide up my thigh, looking for the hem of the dress so she could start lifting it.

—Don’t worry about that —I went on, pretending to stay calm—. You know we get along. There’s no problem with us spending the weekend without you.

Renata looked up to see my face. She moved her lips soundlessly, asking me whether what I’d just said was true. I answered yes in a barely audible whisper. That seemed to be enough. She stopped tugging at the dress, climbed on top of me, and began kissing me, slow and deep, until I had to pull away because her father was still waiting for an answer on the other end of the line.

—Yes, my love, if I need to buy anything I’ll use your card, don’t worry.

To buy another toy, like last week, I thought, while Renata read my mind and laughed soundlessly. The same one you fucked me with in this bed, where I sleep with your dad, while he was taking a shower three meters away.

I had to move the phone away for a second so he wouldn’t hear me laugh.

—But you sure got wet anyway —I murmured, covering the microphone with my palm—. You knew he could catch us at any moment, and you kept begging me not to stop.

She laughed, because it was true and she couldn’t deny it. Then she went back to what she was doing. Her hands roamed over every part of my body as she lifted my dress again, and I kept talking, struggling to keep my breathing steady. It was getting harder and harder.

I tried to focus on the conversation. Impossible. Renata had already pulled my thong down; or rather, her thong, because since the last time we did it she made me put on the one she’d been wearing and kept mine for herself. I had to bring my free hand to my mouth when I felt her tongue pass between my lips, quick and constant.

At one point she slowed down, and I took the chance to remove my hand from my mouth. Mistake. Without warning she sped up again and a moan escaped me, much too loud.

—Is something wrong? —Esteban asked.

—No, nothing, don’t worry —I made up on the spot—. I laughed at a scene in the movie.

Just then someone called him. He told me he had to hang up, that maybe he’d call me later or tomorrow morning. The moment he did, I could finally moan with all my strength, something I hadn’t been able to do since we’d nearly been caught. Renata hadn’t stopped eating me out for a single second, in that fast, precise way only she knows how to do.

—Oh, yes, don’t stop —I begged her, even though I knew perfectly well she wasn’t going to.

She sucked, released, went back to running her tongue over and over again. Then she surprised me: she gently pushed me until I was a little on my side. I didn’t understand what she was after until I felt two of her fingers brush me from behind, at the other place.

She resumed working with her tongue just as those fingers started to part me, slipping in little by little. I brought my hands to my breasts, squeezed, and moaned without restraint, asking for more, asking her not to stop. I love the way she does it. There’s something only a woman knows how to give another woman.

It’s not that I don’t enjoy her father. Esteban fucks me like few men ever have. But if I had to choose between him and her, I’d choose her without hesitation for a single second. And I confirmed it when she started moving her fingers faster, once she had them all the way inside.

It didn’t take me long to come. I’d gotten insanely turned on by the risk of being discovered while I had her between my legs. When she finished cleaning me with her tongue, she pulled up her pajama top and bared her breasts, just for me. I didn’t hesitate to take them with both hands as I pressed my mouth to hers.

Her lips are tender, almost sweet, the exact opposite of her tongue, which slipped into my mouth looking for mine without asking permission. That’s how I ended up tasting myself in her kiss.

—Last week I didn’t buy a single toy —she said, pulling back a little—. I bought several. And these days we’re going to be alone, we’re going to use all of them for the first time. But today I want to try one in particular.

I got out of bed and walked to the bathroom, where I hide my things in a place her father never checks. I found exactly the one she wanted. When I came back to the bedroom, Renata was already completely naked on the bed, one hand on her breasts and the other between her legs, with two fingers going in and out without pause. Her back arched slightly with each movement.

—Having fun without me? —I asked.

Without stopping touching herself, she searched for my gaze. Then her eyes widened when she saw what I was holding.

—Of course not —she answered, finally stopping—. I was just keeping myself warm. Why didn’t you tell me you had that gorgeous thing?

It was a double toy, about twenty centimeters long, in such an intense pink it seemed to glow in the dimness. I climbed onto the bed, ripped off the dress, and tossed it anywhere, not caring where it landed. I ran one end over her mouth, tracing her lips, until she opened them and began to suck it slowly, never taking her eyes off mine.

I waited a few minutes before pulling it away and kissing her. It was slow, slower than anyone would imagine from two women on the verge of losing their minds. We took our time. Her hands roamed over my body while I, with one free hand, slid the toy between her legs, barely brushing her entrance.

When we broke apart, she lay back and spread her legs for me. I rubbed the tip against her again and again, more insistently each time, until she began to yield on her own. She was so wet that it went in without effort. I kept pushing until half of it was inside. Then I let go and settled myself too, between her legs, facing her.

Renata didn’t wait. She moved herself to guide my half of the toy into me, moaning in the process because every movement also shook the other end, the part filling her. When I finally had it inside me, we both moaned at once as our bodies touched in the middle.

We started moving slowly and soon lost count of the rhythm. The clash of our hips felt too good, the back-and-forth filling us both at the same time. I looked at her, she looked at me, and neither of us looked away. We kept going like that, harder and harder, until she came first, with a cry that made me cover her mouth with my hand out of pure habit. I came a few minutes later, shaking over her.

When we’d caught our breath a little, we sucked on the toy together, each of us taking the end the other had had inside her, until it was clean. I set it on the nightstand and we held each other, naked and sweaty, letting the movie keep playing in the background without either of us paying attention. We shared slow kisses as our bodies cooled.

That night we made a video call with Esteban. While we talked to him about anything and everything, we touched each other below the camera, slow and discreet, stifling every reaction so he wouldn’t notice anything. As soon as we hung up, we started all over again.

And that’s how every one of the days we spent alone went: knowing what we had shouldn’t exist, and that precisely for that reason we weren’t going to be able to let it go.