I swallowed. I knew exactly how she wanted to spend that time. And I knew how I wanted to: slamming my cock into her pretty eighteen-year-old cunt over and over, until I filled it up with hot cum. I couldn't believe how much I wanted her. Her birthday present was just the beginning; I wanted the real thing, tight and wet around me. I began to follow her upstairs, knowing that once we made it into her bedroom, nothing would stop me. I, her daddy, would fuck her, not caring about the consequences, not caring what might happen later. The only thing on my mind was sex, plain and simple.
Just then, however, I heard a car in the driveway. As much as I wanted my daughter, as much as I wanted to fuck her every which way I could think of, her mother's arrival home stopped me. The last thing I needed was for her mother to catch me cheating on her, and with our own daughter no less. To be fair, I still had every intention of making my daughter mine in every sense of the word. My plans would just have to be put on hold for a while.
As Audrey, my wife, walked through the door, I made my best attempt to act nonchalant. As frustrating as it was, I tried hard to ignore the throbbing in my cock and the thought of my lovely daughter upstairs, probably masturbating frantically before we went out for my birthday dinner.
"Hi honey," I said, straining to make my voice sound normal. With Audrey and I only having sex once or twice a month, at most, it had become harder and harder for me to keep my cool around her. I hadn't cheated on her -- yet -- but the urge was growing. The fact that my intended target was my own daughter just heightened my frustration.
"Happy birthday Alex," she told me. Audrey had begun using my name, rather than any sort of endearment, and I wondered what was going on with her. Despite all my attempts to talk to her about both our sex life and her recent mood changes, she hadn't opened up. I still loved my wife, don't get me wrong, but some days it was harder to like her than others. But this was my birthday, and nothing I did was going to spoil it. If it went wrong, it wouldn't be my fault.
"Thanks," I said, leaning in to kiss her cheek. "No one at the office remembered. Other than you, the only person to say something was Jamie. She gave me a nice card. It's sitting in on the kitchen counter." I neglected to mention the fifteen-minute-long video Jamie had also given me. I didn't think my wife wanted to know that her daughter had been up making dirty videos for her daddy, videos of her fucking her ass and pussy, essentially telling her daddy that what he wanted, he could have. I, however, couldn't get the sight of Jamie's orgasm out of my head. It was all I could think about, even as I greeted my wife.
"I need to change, then should we go out to dinner? It's your choice; after all, it is your birthday." she said.
"Jamie's upstairs somewhere," I said. Probably finger-fucking herself nice and hard, I thought. "I should change out of these pants myself. But I think this shirt can stay on. Say, fifteen minutes?"
"If you say so," she said, her tone sounding rather dubious. "Fifteen minutes it is. And once we're in the car, you better have a destination in mind," she said, an uncharacteristic laugh accompanying her words.
By the time the three of us piled into my car, I knew exactly what I wanted for dinner. "Indian it is," I said. I've always loved curry. The spices, the bread, the vegetables, they've just got something for them. And besides, aren't spices supposed to be an aphrodisiac?
We drove the couple of miles to the restaurant, my wife complaining about my driving the entire way, as usual. "Let me drive your car for once," she said. Now, you should know that I don't let anyone but me drive my car. Not even to pull it out of the driveway. With the way Jamie and Audrey have been fighting, I need my personal space, and I've made the car it.
Anyway, dinner was fairly uneventful. I managed to steer the conversation away from Jamie's (lack of) college decision, and kept everything light and fun. I was actually enjoying myself by the time dessert came around. Thankfully, my wife and daughter had apparently gotten the message, and no waiters came around and sang. I ate my dessert in peace, glad to have a nice and easy birthday celebration.
Or it would have been nice and easy except my mind kept roaming back to what I had seen that evening. Jamie's pussy red and swollen from the vibrator, her ass pulling the dildo deeper into her, and most of all, what she didn't say. What did she want from me? I knew she liked it rough, so did she just want her daddy pounding into her? If that was all she wanted, that was enough for me. If she wanted more, even better. But I decided that if I got one chance to cum all over those tiny tits, I'd seize it. Any chance to fill up her bald pussy or tight ass, I'd seize it. I wanted my own daughter. I'm sure I should have been ashamed, but I wasn't. All I wanted was my little girl.
