"Are you going to fuck her?"
"Absolutely not."
"She wants you to."
'So you say."
My wife, a hyper-sexual creature it has to be said has no qualms about treading over the line. My daughter is about to turn 18 and Martine, my wife wants me to give Jade, my girl a birthday present I for one won't forget. Or probably forgive myself for. Which is why I don't want anything to do with it.
"When she was 16 she was asking me what it was like being fucked by you. Telling me how lucky I was."
'Well you're lucky because your my wife then. She's unlucky because she's not."
"You know how hot she gets about you," she goes on. "She adores you."
"She can have a cold shower then."
And what about me? Do I need the cold shower too? Jade is like a teen version of her mother, with larger tits, more curves. I've been able to disassociate myself from her sexuality to a large degree, but her new womanhood is disconcerting. She oozes sex like her mother, but that doesn't mean it's right for everyone to lose their marbles.
"So what about when I pretend you're my daddy?" asks Martine. "You lose it then. I can hardly walk the next day after I've played your little girl. You give it me like an animal."
"Well that's the whole thing isn't it," I protest. "It's play. It's not real."
"Fantasy is all based on what you'd like to happen... if you had the nerve."
I'm not sure about that. I know fantasy serves a purpose; even when it enters extreme territory; especially then I suppose. But what are the ramifications of dragging it into the real world? I might like to tell Martine I'd like to see her fucked by a basketball team, but I don't really want that to happen. But if I tell her we're being watched by a dozen people all jerking off, then that would be fine in real life. When Martine plays my daughter, she's not playing Jade. She's part of a fiction.
"You're not playing your daughter," I reiterate. "You're playing some other daughter. One that doesn't exist."
"Oh, sure," Martine mocks. A car pulls in the driveway "Speak of the little devil," Martine smiles.
Jade wanders in and throws a bag down on the sofa. She joins us in the kitchen
"What are you smirking about?" she asks her mother.
"We were just discussing what you're going to get tomorrow," Martine says impishly.
"Oh really?" Jade replies. "Well look what I already got."
Jade retrieves her bag and rustles inside before pulling out a plastic pack with something bright blue inside"
"Giant dildo!" she squeals in delight.
"Jade," I sigh. "Come on."
"Liz got it for me." Jade looks me square in the eyes and says "I can't wait to try it out."