Our Family Fun

You already know that my husband, Dave and myself have been into kinky fun since before we were married. When the girls arrived a certain degree of imagination was required to continue our fun without their knowledge. It was a bit like being teenagers and having to fit in our special times when our parents were elsewhere. Times when the children were on sleepovers or with grandparents were very precious.

There were even a few times when Dave told them that I was at a meeting when I was actually bound and gagged in the garden shed and likely to be there for a while as he could not come to my rescue until they were safely in bed.

But now Hannah is away at university and Phoebe has turned eighteen so Dave began to initiate conversations about how we could enjoy greater freedom. It all seemed very scary to me to play BDSM games with our now adult daughter still in the household but Dave argued that this was exactly the point in that much of the thrill came from risk and my embarrassment.

We had a very long discussion after lights out in bed one night and, somehow, Dave convinced me to agree to his making the announcement to Phoebe. All the next day, I could barely concentrate on work as my mind kept running through all the terrible things which might follow and, as usual, he would not tell me in advance.

Our girls were not raised to be stupid so they would both have picked up on special looks passing between their parents and got the idea that some words which we used had secret meanings which were hidden from them. In short, they both had some idea that their parents had an active sex life but, like all children, they probably preferred not to think of their parents in that sort of light.

Of course, I was not privy to the little chat which Dave had with Phebes where he explained that presumably she knew that married people sometimes played little fun games which were kept secret from the outside world. And now that she was all grown up, we could no longer treat her as a child and insulate her entirely from what went on in our household.

I would love to have seen Phoebe’s face and to have heard what she said but that was kept from me between father and daughter. So now I was to be in a position subservient to my own progeny?

It began one Friday evening as we sat around the dinner table after our meal. With no warning at all Dave said that he wanted Phoebe to give her opinion on something. I looked up quite innocently having no idea of what was coming.

“It’s like this, Phebes, Mummy has been a bit spendthrift this month. You probably saw those new boots she bought and she had not discussed that with me at all.