My wife and I have been together for over 16 years. We have a very good and healthy relationship where we share everything with each other. We don’t hide anything, no matter what it’s about.

It didn’t take me long before I felt trusted enough with her to express my attraction to younger girls - even though she was weirded out in the start - she has always been supportive, non-judgmental and she has always played along with my fantasies.

She knew I felt sexually attracted to girls that are 14. Girls that just start to develop their own mind and their body, who just start exploring new things in life that they weren’t interested in before.

We shared a lot of my fantasies in those years. I had a few before I met her, she created new ones in my head while we were together. She teased me on the bus, she whispered things in my ear and sometimes sent me a pic of a random girl she thought I’d like, then teased me by saying things like, “What if she’d join us tonight?”, “Do you think she’ll learn quickly?” or “Would you consider this too old for your fantasy?” etc.

She never took them with her, but the idea alone was really turning me on.

After all these years, she knew exactly what kind of girls I liked, and her teasing were just spot-on about everything.

We agreed that the fantasy alone doesn’t bother her, and if the time is right, she might even help me to fulfill my fantasy, but one thing was clear for the both of us - absolute consent. Anything else or even the slightest doubt and we would abort. A clear and very reasonable line neither of us should ever cross. Rape or any other form of force, limitation of freedom, or manipulation is an absolute no-go. We both knew that we’d both stop our own relationship if one of us would ever do that to somebody else.

We agreed that if it would ever happen, she’d decide with who, when, and where. All I had to do was to be thankful for her to fulfill my deepest fantasy.

About 2 years into our relationship, she became pregnant. We figured out it was a girl.

She mentioned she accepts my fantasy, but she’d have a hard time accepting if I would do anything with our own daughter when she’s old enough. However, she did agree to a free-way of raising our daughter anyway.

We normalized showering together and sleeping in 1 bed with the 3 of us, we didn’t have shame for each other and the rule of the house was that we’d just wear whatever we’re comfortable with. On cold evenings and in winter, we’d wear thick clothes inside the house - but on warm summer days, it wasn’t a problem for anybody to just walk around the house naked or to jump in our pool naked while either of us was in there already.

We had removed all doors from the bathroom, restroom, bedrooms, etc. The point was to have absolute 0 secrets within the family about anything. Sex is a normal thing for 2 people who really love each other - it should not be some taboo that everybody is afraid to speak about. It’s okay to be modest when there are other people around, but neither your body nor any aspects of a relationship should be a secret that’s better kept than any other secret on this planet.

We always believed in the idea of absolute consent, to this day - we swear by this rule.

Of course, because of this free-way of raising, things would come into mind and sometimes we spoke about what could happen after she had turned 14.

Even though my wife was still not a big fan of incest, she was supportive about my fantasy of younger girls.

When our daughter turned 12, she discovered that showering together with your parents is not something that everybody does. However, she did prefer this over having divorced parents. She was still young but definitely not dumb and sometimes thought in ways that other kids her age just don’t do. She understood that every family has their own thing, and she mentioned that, even though it’s not common for people to do, she doesn’t have any issues with it.

She understood we weren’t filthy rich, but we also weren’t poor or anything - but she was willing to believe that we showered together to save some costs on the water and electricity bill, as the boiler wasn’t warming up water for free. And of course, these savings would result in nicer holidays and trips.

When she turned 14, though, and her body had started to develop, I sometimes had a hard time keeping my eyes off of her. My wife noticed this, and she did remind me to not initiate anything. We agreed that she’d decide who/when/where, and for now, this didn’t answer the “who” question.

We did talk a lot about it, as usual. I wanted her to be absolutely sure that I had surrendered myself to the idea that she decides on the who/when/where - but she was really turning into a girl from the pictures my wife had always sent me, and my wife knew. My wife trusted me, and I would never do anything to damage the trust she had in me.

She mentioned she doesn’t have any issues with me staring at her, but if I wanted anything else, I better call her upstairs to take care of me.

Especially during warm summer days, she’d have to take care of me a bit more than just once a day. Our daughter also noticed this, but as she was already used to us having sex, she didn’t really ask any questions about it. My wife just blamed the sun that’s beaming in extra vitamins to me (which, technically speaking, isn’t a lie).

I had to admit to my wife that, now that our daughter is getting older, my urges get stronger and stronger. I guaranteed her I’ll never damage her trust, but I can’t help it. She assured me it was fine and that as long as I don’t touch her, she understands, and everything is fine.

On a hot summer night, we still slept all together in 1 bed, still naked. As I already stated, my wife really liked to tease me with my fantasy. My wife had set a little trap for me, she bought us a very comfortable mattress, and our daughter just had one that wasn’t as comfortable as ours. So more than often, our daughter just slept in our bed with us, especially after a hard or busy day. Our places in bed were claimed. Our daughter claimed the left side, I was in the middle, and my wife was on the right, next to me.

It never held us back from having sex when our daughter was sleeping in the same bed. The bed was big enough for the 3 of us, so we had plenty of space. Sometimes she’d wake up but just turn around and fall asleep again.

This night wasn’t very different from others. My daughter fell asleep resting her head on my back as I was lying on my side with 1 arm covering my wife’s belly.

Our daughter’s hand was very uncomfortably pushing in my lower back, so I moved it on my hip.

My wife looked at me, turned to me, and started to kiss me. She laughed, and I asked her what’s so funny. She asked me if I thought she was already sleeping. I could feel her warm breath as she slowly exhaled on my back. I told my wife her breathing is really calm, so I guess she’s asleep. “Why?” I asked. Having sex with my wife while our daughter was still awake also really wasn’t a taboo. My wife smiled and moved her hand slowly to my hip.

She smiled again and started kissing me again. I could feel how she lifted the hand of our daughter up from my hip. I didn’t say anything, but a deep exhale revealed what I was thinking about. I could feel my wife smiling while she kept kissing me.

She stopped kissing me and surprisingly asked me, “What? You don’t like it?” I looked at her a bit confused. What I hadn’t realized yet was that she had moved our daughter’s hand on my dick. When I realized, I grabbed my wife by the back of her head and pulled her towards me and started to kiss her intensely.

I could feel her smile through our kiss. Slowly she was moving our daughter’s hand up and down, letting her stroke my dick slowly. It didn’t last more than 10 seconds before she moved our daughter’s hand away again. She told me, “Do you think that’s enough for now?”

I didn’t say anything, but my wife made sure she took good care of me.

The next morning, I had to try and act completely normal - but the fact that my wife stroked my dick with our daughter’s hand yesterday really made my thoughts go everywhere.

When our daughter came downstairs, still naked as usual, my wife noticed that I was staring at her more than usual. She whispered in my ear to calm down.

This was a very warm day, scientifically warm, I mean. Around 38/40 degrees. The evening wasn’t a lot cooler. As usual on these warm days, the 3 of us were only wearing our underwear (no bras though). We were watching a movie, I forgot the name, though - but a sex scene came up. My wife commented, “Hm, that looks nice,” and smiled. My wife laid her head on my shoulder and grabbed my dick. She kissed me on my neck and sat on my lap, facing me. Again, not a new experience for our daughter to see that happening. My wife and I started kissing. After a minute or 2, I noticed that our daughter started to uncomfortably move her legs a little bit, folding her hands and clamping them between her knees, stretching her shoulders nervously.

My wife asked her, “Hey, are you okay? “What’s up?”. She replied, “Nothing.” And my wife continued kissing me. Even though she said she was okay, her nervous movements continued. Relaxing her legs, clamping her hands between them again, slowly moving forwards and backwards a bit, followed by a nervous exhale.

I could feel the smile on my wife’s face while she was still kissing me, but she didn’t say anything this time. A few seconds later, our daughter stood up and said she’ll be going upstairs. My wife laughed and asked her, “And what are you going to do upstairs?”

Our daughter replied, “Nothing, just lying on bed a bit.” My wife laughed and asked her, “Since when do we lie and have secrets for each other in this family?”. Our daughter nervously replied, “But Mom...?” My wife looked at her for a second and said, “Come sit down, and don’t be nervous. It’s a normal thing to do”. A bit hesitant, she sat back down on the sofa. She nervously clamped her hands between her legs again, throwing her head back with a deep exhale.

I grabbed the back of my wife’s head and kissed her intensely. She smiled, pulled back, and whispered in my ear, “This is not for you ... this is for her ... so don’t get too excited, mister.”

I caressed my wife’s body as we kept kissing. She was still sitting on my lap, with her knees resting on the sofa and my legs supporting her ass. She whispered in my ear, “You can look, but that’s it - and don’t make it too obvious, I don’t want her to feel uncomfortable.”

I saw that our daughter threw herself back on the sofa, leaning her head on the headrest - looking up. Her hands on her legs, nervously and slowly moving up and down.

She looked at me and smiled nervously. I told her, “It’s okay, I promise.” “But I don’t know how,” she replied. My wife assured her that she’ll figure out how once she tries it, that she should stress less and relax more, and assured her that it’s a perfectly normal thing to do.

We were both looking at our daughter, seeing how she slowly moved her hand under her underwear. She moved her hand deeper inside her panties, but her legs were pushed together. My wife commented it’d be easier if she spread her legs a little. Slowly and still nervously, she spread her legs, and her hand started to move around more comfortably.

My wife stood up, pulled her panties down and casually told our daughter - it’d feel even better if she took them off too. “We shower together, so don’t be nervous, it’s nothing we haven’t seen before ... just relax and it’ll feel so much better for you”. “But, mom, this is different, it’s very wet and slimy,” our daughter replied. My wife giggled a bit and assured her that that is perfectly normal when she’s touching it like that. “Come, just take it off,” my wife casually told her. Our daughter did what my wife told her. As she stood up, my wife pulled down my boxers too, and she sat back on my lap. Our daughter bent over to take off her panties, and when she sat back down, a long, thin strand of pussy juice reached from her pussy to her knee. She wanted to sit back down, but my wife said in a rush, “Wait ... wait.”

She moved her finger to the bottom of the strand and circled it around her finger, wiping it off on my chest. “Now you can sit,” she said.

Our daughter started to experiment with her hand movements, and my wife whispered in my ear, “You better like this.” I gently moaned “hmhm” in approval, grabbed the back of her head, and kissed her again. From the corner of my eyes, I saw that our daughter was getting a hang of it too. Her head resting on the headrest, with her eyes closed. She had no idea I was watching her play with herself.

My wife grabbed my dick, leaned down and slowly let my dick slide in herself.

Slowly she started to ride my cock as I was still staring at our daughter playing with herself.

My wife moaned softly, moving up and down. I noticed that my daughter looked quickly. She realized I was watching her and quickly she closed her eyes again. I laughed but didn’t say anything. I kissed my wife, she started to ride me a bit faster and harder. She started to moan a bit more too. Breathing in my neck, by doing so - turning my head in the direction of our daughter. I noticed that our daughter looked again, I didn’t say or do anything.

A few seconds later, she looked at me again, straight in my eyes. I closed my eyes slowly to let her know it’s okay. With my right hand, I quickly tapped my wife’s knee. She looked at me and I moved my eyes quickly to the left, as if to say, “Look over there.”

My wife looked at our daughter and asked her, “You like to watch?” Not knowing what to say, she quickly and shyly threw her head back on the headrest. “It’s okay,” my wife told her. “I know this is new for you, you can watch if you’re curious.”

Our daughter slowly lifted her head up. She stopped masturbating, and she was just looking at how my wife was riding my dick slowly. My wife kissed me and in the corners of my eyes I could see that our daughter started to slowly masturbate again. Curious as she was about the slimy stuff she discovered, she lifted up her hand a little, and again there was this huge, long strand of pussy juice just sticking to her fingers as she lifted them up.

This drove me crazy, and I moaned in pleasure as I was watching her explore.

After a while, our daughter started to softly moan in pleasure, and shortly after, she abruptly stopped. My wife giggled and told her: “this is the moment where you shouldn’t stop.”

She continued, and as she started to moan softly again, my wife pushed our daughter’s head against my shoulders. She moved her body, lying comfortably on the sofa, and I could even better observe how she was playing with herself. Not long after, her body started to spasm, and my wife encouraged her to keep on going, followed by a loud scream from our daughter shortly after, causing me to cum inside my wife instantly.