It was late morning on New Year's Day and Mike decided to start the year off by making an extra strong cup of coffee and taking it to enjoy over a long soak in the hot tub. There was still some cleaning up to be done after the party they had last night, but that could wait. Mike had a lot to think about in regard to the challenges and changes of the coming year.
The forty-four year old wore a speedo to walk through the house and get the coffee started. Then, once he filled a steaming mug, he went out to the rear patio where the tub was, close to the back entrance. It was closed in on two sides but still had a view on the backyard and a row of trees and the neighbors' houses on the other side of the block. Living in a warm climate made it easy to use the tub just about any day of the year.
With the shape he kept himself in Mike could easily get away with a speedo, but once he sank down in the warm, churning water he slipped it off and set it on the bench he was sitting on. This way he could quickly grab it and slip it back on if his daughter, Liv, happened to come out. There was a slim chance she would since she wasn't awake yet, so Mike figured he had about an hour of private time to soak naked and think about making plans. And if things went well, he might even have a chance to jerk off before getting dressed and finishing up with the cleaning chores.
Michelle, Mike's wife, would probably be sleeping it off for a few more hours. It was close to sunrise by the time she got into bed. The night before, as the party was winding down, she offered to give a ride home to Mike's friend, David. David claimed he'd had too much to drink to drive himself and Michelle quickly volunteered. She was out for two and a half hours for what should've been a half hour round trip. Mike knew his wife had been fucking other men for a long time, but this was the first time it looked like she was fucking a friend of his. Make that a former friend.
He'd woken up when Michelle got back and tried to slip into bed without being noticed, but he pretended to keep sleeping and let her think she got away with another careless indiscretion.
Their relationship went cold as ice years ago, the only reason he let her keep getting away with her chronic cheating was for the sake of their daughter. Liv mattered more to Mike than anything in the world, and putting up with Michelle's extra-marital activities was a small price to pay to give his baby girl a stable home to grow up in. It probably would've been painful if he'd still loved Michelle, but that ship had sailed long ago. He no longer cared what she did.
Mostly, he just found her behavior aggravating. She was growing increasingly obvious about what she was doing and Mike didn't want Liv to figure it out. She wasn't close to her mother, being much more of a daddy's girl, but it was hardly the kind of example a mother should set for her daughter.
But Liv was nineteen and in her second year of college. Her father rationalized a divorce wouldn't upset her life so much now. She was an incredible girl, a gorgeous young woman and it was time to make some overdue changes. Liv would see through her mother's careless behavior sooner or later, if she hadn't figured it out already. Either way, she was already aware of the distance between her mother and father. Mike was sure she'd see the logic behind his divorcing Michelle.
Now, as Mike savored the feeling of the warm water swirling around his naked body, he sipped at his coffee and relaxed, actually feeling optimistic about the coming year. He could finally break free of his empty marriage and feel good about giving his daughter a good head start on her life. He even started thinking ahead about possible women he planned to ask out on dates. This even included a couple of Liv's friends who were almost as good looking as she was and had been flirting with him for the past few months. The thought of going out with one of his daughter's friends brought a coy smile to his face. His only hesitation was how Liv would feel about her father dating one of her friends.
Mike's mind started wandering and before he knew it he realized Liv was there getting into the tub with him. She was wearing a skimpy, white string bikini that took him by surprise as she startled him out of his daydream. Just on the heels of daydreaming about her friends, he never expected to be greeted by a girl the same age in a bikini as small as the one she was wearing. Maybe he was biased being her father, but he thought Liv was more beautiful with an even better body than any of her friends. With her long, sandy brown hair, Liv had a slender, almost dancer's body with a very conspicuous pair of round, wobbling, D cup tits.
In her tiny bikini top, those tits were more prominent than ever. Mike knew he shouldn't be paying attention to his own daughter's tits, but they were big and gorgeous by any standard. Also being proud of how sweet and smart she turned out to be, he realized how lucky he'd be to find a girl just like her. One of her friends would be the closest he'd probably get. Her friend, Chloe, was the one who always flirted with him the most. She was blonde and almost as busty as Liv. Mike was already thinking he should even text her later that day, but he quickly noticed the very unhappy look on his daughter's face.
"Hey, sweetheart, is everything okay?" he asked. He suddenly remembered he was naked and reached for his speedo. But it wasn't there. Even though he had the jets set low, the churning motion of the water had pushed his suit off the bench and it was now down by his foot. But at the moment, Liv seemed too preoccupied to notice his exposed cock.
"No, Dad. Everything is not okay," the frowning beauty replied.
"I'm sorry, Liv. Do you wanna talk about it?"
"I don't know if I can. I don't even know if I should," she said in frustration.
"Aww, sweetie, you know you can talk to the old man about anything, right?"
Now that her white bikini was wet, the shady circles of her areolas were showing through the fabric. Mike did his best to ignore them, which wasn't easy, and pay attention to her problems.
"Maybe not this time, Dad. I dunno. Argh! I'm just so ... mad!"
"I'm always here for you if wanna talk, baby girl. Problem with a boyfriend?"
"Ugh! Yeah, something like that. But not my boyfriend. Not that I have one."
Mike was surprised to hear she didn't have a boyfriend, but he was still concerned about whatever was upsetting her so he decided he wouldn't ask about that until later.
"Then what's the problem, honey? I don't know when I've seen you looking this upset."
Liv made an exaggerated frown as she stalled for time answering the question. Her father couldn't help sneaking another look at her tits. Her mouthwatering globes were half in and half out of the water. He realized his ideas about dating her friends were probably a reaction to the fact that he couldn't have her. This revelation took him by surprise, but he knew it was true. He had a deeper affection for his daughter than he ever allowed himself to admit. Until now. But it was the unholy sort of affection a man could never speak of.
Mike brought his eyes back to his daughter's face and instantly realized he'd been caught gazing at her tits. But Liv was suddenly smiling coyly. She was clearly proud of what she had and took satisfaction seeing her father indulge an appreciative look. Mike quickly turned back to his serious expression of concern while his daughter's smile didn't change. He was profoundly embarrassed, but at least Liv looked more relaxed.
"I really don't like seeing you so upset," Mike said, eager to deflect her attention away from his moment of bad judgement.
Liv lost her smile and took a deep breath. "I guess there's no good way to say it, Dad. But I can't stand it. You need to know."
