As I walked up the steps to Marc and Tandi's house, I couldn't help but think about how much had changed in just one day. Yesterday morning I was Shane, Marc's best friend and neighbor of nearly 10 years. Today I was Shane, the guy that had spent last night fucking Marc's 18 year old daughter, Brandee, who, up until recently, I'd always thought of like a niece. They were like part of my family. Thank Good Marc or Tandi weren't aware of any of this, or my wife of 20 years, Tanya.
I was trying not to over think things, too much had happened in such a short time. I've never cheated on my wife before, never felt the need to. We've always had a good relationship, and I was still attracted to my pretty blonde wife who, even in her 40's was very eye catching. But over the last few months there'd been a distance between us. We rarely saw one another, Tanya was always so busy with work, and it'd been several months since we'd had any kind of sexual contact. The space between us had left me frustrated and bored. My sudden lust for Brandee a few months prior had taken me by surprise, although at the time it was nothing more than a harmless fantasy. However yesterday, quite unexpectedly, my fantasy came to life as my beautiful Brandee and I had spent a strange but very passionate afternoon and evening together.
Just thinking of our prior dalliances left me feeling hot and horny. Her pussy was amazing; warm and sweet like honey. She was always so unbelievably wet too. I had a perfect mental image of her cum dripping down my fingers, squirting her passionate orgasm into my mouth as I went down on her, the way it clung to my cock as I frantically fucked her over and over again...Jesus.
I slowed my pace and waited to catch my breath. I needed to clear my mind before I went in to talk to Marc.
Brandee had text me earlier in the day, saying she needed to speak to me. Something about Tanya. I was confused, as she said it wasn't something she wanted to talk about on the phone. She was grounded, however, as she'd missed her curfew, on account of our intense fuck session last night. She was 18, but still only in her senior year of high school, and still a ways off from not living under her parents roof. I told her I'd take care of it, and that's exactly what I needed to do.
I knocked on the door, while letting myself in. It was strange, actually. Although we were good friends, Marc too had been pretty preoccupied lately. It'd been awhile since I'd seen him. It was a good enough excuse to stop by, anyway.
"Hello!" I hollered, listening for the sound of where he might be.
"Hey!" Marc said, sticking his head out from his den. "Come on in!" He grinned, and waved me back.
"How you been?" he asked, as I sat down on one of the comfy couches.
"Good!" I said, giving him a friendly smile. "I haven't seen you in awhile man. Just wanted to see what you were up to."
He blushed a little, which I noticed, and thought was strange.
"Yeah, I'm sorry about that." he replied sheepishly. He continued to look at the ground, seeming embarrassed. "Works just been crazy, ya know? Plus Brandee, she's growing up. I've been trying to get her to settle on a college, and we've gone round and round on it. That girl," he said, the frustration in his voice obvious. "she makes me crazy sometimes."
I tried to keep a straight face, hoping he didn't notice the flush in my own cheeks.
"Who, Brandee?" I said, laughing out loud a bit. "She's a good kid Marc. I can't imagine her getting into too much trouble."
"Well, she missed her curfew last night." He said, annoyed. "Came up with some crap about staying the night at a friends house, then tried sneaking into the house at dawn." He shook his head, irritated. "I think she was out with a boy all night."
"What did she say when you asked her?" I asked, my curiosity getting the better of me.
"She was mad." he said, laughing a little. "She's usually so calm, but I could see how defensive she was. It was kind of funny to see her get so worked up, honestly. She and I don't usually argue." He looked down, looking a bit sad.
I felt my guilt stab me in the heart. I didn't have any kids, so I really couldn't imagine. But I suddenly felt very ashamed of what I'd done with Brandee. What I'd done to this whole family, honestly. They were my friends; hell, they were my family. I knew then that, despite my overwhelming feelings for the dark haired beauty, I'd have to put a stop to it. I couldn't do this to him, this man who loved his little girl. Nothing good would come of it.
I sighed, my heart thumping knowing that last night was our last.
"Eh, I wouldn't over think it Marc. Brandee is a pretty good girl. She always has been. Besides, we were 18 once," I teased, giving him a wink. "I'm sure, whatever it was, was perfectly innocent." I said, covering for her.
"Maybe you're right." He replied, thoughtfully. "I was probably too hard on her. It's just hard, ya know?" He said, looking up at me. "She's my only daughter. She's beautiful, she's smart...it's scary to think of her out in the world, dating some loser asshole who won't ever be good enough for her."
I swallowed hard, my guilt building up again. "Well," I said, as I stood up. "I gotta get going, just wanted to make sure you were alive."
"Yeah man, I'm glad you stopped by." He stood, giving me a hard pat on the back. He looked up the stairs. "She's probably calmed down by now, I guess I'll go have a talk with her." He grinned, shaking his head.
I walked back to the house and went back down stairs into the guest suite, where Brandee and I had spent the night together. I pulled the sheets off the bed, all stained with cum and smelling of sex and sweat, and went and shoved them into the washing machine. I couldn't risk Tanya seeing the obvious mess.
Speaking of Tanya...I hadn't talked to or seen my wife all day. I flipped my phone out of my shorts and dialed her number.
"Hello?" She answered, somewhat breathlessly.
"Hey honey. I just wanted to touch base. Haven't talked to you all day." I waiting, bouncing my leg against the washer.
"Oh, I'm sorry dear," still sounding out of breath. "I went to the office for a bit, and then came to workout." she explained, her breathing ragged over the phone.
"Ok. Just thought I'd say hey." I said, feeling somewhat awkward.
"Um, while I have you on the line," she said quickly, her words rushing somewhat oddly "I hope you don't mind, but I'm going to be out of town for the next couple of days." She sat quietly on the other end, waiting for my response.
"Had she mentioned this before, and I just forgot?" I thought, frantically racking my brain for any memory of it.
"Suuuuure..." I said slowly, waiting for an explanation. "Like a work thing?" I asked.
"Well, yeah, sort of. It was very last minute. I have to meet some potential clients, and since I don't want to catch whatever you're sick with anyways, it seemed like a good time to be gone..."
I tried not to laugh at my germaphobic wife, who I'd convinced yesterday that the reason I was so flushed and feverish was because I was "sick", when in actuality it was because she'd almost walked in on Brandee and I naked in the pool house together.
"No, that's fine, it's probably for the best." I said in agreement.
"Ok, well listen I'm just going to head to the airport from here (weird, I thought) but I love you and I'll text you later. Bye."
