She said no, but her mind seemed undecided. I quickly grabbed her arms and pulled her towards me, kissing her on the lips gently at first then applyin... more pressure. I wanted to ask if she liked it, but she was panting and moaned a little, so I took that as a yes and kissed her again. I moved her, while our lips were still touching and moving apart only to cross paths again, onto the bed. I couldn’t get enough of her soft lips, the saliva kept oozing out of her, but it wasn’t wet, it helped to. I knew Dad would flip out when he found out his oldest child was gay but that's the way it was and I wanted my father to know me better.My Dad and I had been to a baseball game and I was sitting there in the passenger's seat next to him, talking over the game and our favorite ball players. I finally decided this was the time when we were really having fun together to try to let Dad know about my secret life and what I wanted to share with him. I didn't know quite how to go about it with my own. "Ordinarily, at this point I would refer you to a sex therapist to follow up on the things we learned today. But..." But what?" I asked."Well, I think that there are a couple of reasons why I should continue with your therapy myself. Is that okay with you, Lydia?" Yes, Thomas, that sounds fine to me. But what are the reasons for that?" We'll get to that in a minute. First, I need you to sign a consent form. Is it okay if I call Casey back in here?" Okay," I said, then started fastening the top. When I saw my wife the next day, she was a bit funny with me. I wanted to know what was wrong and she came right out and asked me if I had had sex with Joanne?We had a strong relationship, we'd had sex with other people, so I confessed I had and asked her how she knew.She said she could 'smell' the sex when she got home, and Joanne had acted all kind of guilty with her.What she said next also surprised me. She said if we were going to do it again, she wanted to join in with us!My prick went.