My name is Don and I'm 38 years old. I've been married to Susan for 16 years. We live in a small town in the western part of Virginia. I'm self-employed in the air conditioning trade; I have a small business (6 employees) that does installations and repairs.
When Susan and I married, she had a 2 year old daughter named Anna. Susan and Anna's father had never been married and he had left town shortly before the baby was born. We haven't seen him since then. I knew the guy and he was a real jerk. Why Susan even dated him, I don't know. The idea of her having sex with the guy is absolutely beyond me because he's a loser and Susan's a real hot woman. I guess anything's possible if you get enough alcohol in a girl.
Susan is a gorgeous blonde. I guess if I had to compare her to anyone famous, it would be Heather Locklear. Susan is very trim and she keeps in shape by running.
The first few years of our marriage were wonderful. We both wanted to have children of our own but it never happened -- and not for lack of effort on my part. Eventually, we assumed that it just wasn't meant to be. I never adopted Anna but I treated her as if she were my child and she's always called me "Daddy."
We have both been very open and honest with Anna in every way. She knows that I am not her biological father, but she never asks about the guy that we call her "sperm donor." If she ever does ask, we'll tell her what we know.
Anna was always a daddy's girl. When she was a little girl, she would run to me when I came home from work and she always had a hug and a kiss for me. At night, she frequently asked me to tuck her into bed and tell her a bedtime story. When we watched television together, she always wanted to sit next to me. On Saturday mornings, she would run into our bedroom and jump into bed between us, staying there until I threatened to tickle her.
When she was little, her mom was usually the one who gave her a bath and, later, who supervised bath time, but occasionally Dad got the job. Anna liked to play in the bath and she needed supervision to avoid having a flood in the bathroom. This continued until she was about 8 years old. Like most families, we never gave any thought to the fact that a guy (me) was watching her in the bath tub; it just seemed like a perfectly natural and ordinary thing for Daddy to be doing.
When Anna would get out of the tub and get dried off, she would run out of the bathroom naked as a jaybird, laughing, screaming, and having a good time until her mom fussed at her to come into the bedroom and put on her pajamas or whatever she slept in. When mom supervised bath time, I routinely saw my little girl streaking through the house naked, down the stairs and back up the stairs, with her mom chasing behind her. It all seemed like good-natured fun and we laughed about it. Of course, Anna knew not to do that when someone else was in the house. She knew that nudity was not something to reveal to others but that it was okay amongst the family.
She learned that attitude by observing how her mom and I handled nudity. We didn't routinely walk around the house naked but we didn't always close the bedroom door when we were getting undressed before taking a shower or when we were getting dressed in the mornings. Sometimes Anna would wander into the bedroom when Susan or I were naked and we simply went about our business without screaming or making her leave the room. We didn't want her to feel ashamed of her body but we also didn't want her being an exhibitionist with anyone else; Anna knew the extent of what was okay and what was not okay.
We had a pool behind the house that was surrounded by an 8 foot concrete block and stucco privacy fence. Occasionally, Susan would sunbathe by the pool topless or nude and none of us thought anything of it. If Anna came out to the pool and wanted to go for a swim with us, it was okay for her to simply take off her clothes and jump in. Again, all of this continued until Anna was 8 or 9 years old.
My little girl was only about 10 years old when her "adult parts" started to develop. By that time, Anna was not streaking around the house after a bath, she didn't need supervision, she stopped coming into our room if we were undressed, and she didn't go skinny dipping in the pool. However, she wasn't overly modest, either. In the summer, she slept in just her panties and, sometimes, a t-shirt. It wasn't a big deal to any of us.
Things between Susan and I turned lukewarm after we had been married for about 15 years. I wasn't really bored with her and I don't think that she was bored with me. I wasn't interested in other women and I never had any reason to suspect that she was being, or wanted to be, unfaithful to me. Still, there wasn't the same spark that we had once had.
Susan was still a hot looking woman and I guess a lot of guys would have jumped at the chance to be with her. When I looked at her, I thought that she was a very attractive lady. Before things turned lukewarm, we were still having sex on a fairly regular basis, usually twice or three times a week. And it wasn't just 10 minutes of missionary position sex. Susan and I were both fairly adventurous and we agreed that we would do, or at least try, anything that involved us, and just us, behind closed doors, that we both wanted to do. Oral sex was a frequent part of our sex. She went down on me, I went down on her, sometimes we did 69. She gave me hand jobs, I gave her hand jobs.
Sometimes I jerked off while she watched and sometimes she played with her pussy while I watched. Sometimes, late at night, when Anna was in bed, we would go to the pool and go skinny dipping, occasionally masturbating ourselves or each other or making love in the pool or by the pool. Less often, Susan would agree to have anal sex. I think that she liked it but never wanted to admit it, always acting like she was doing me a big favor but always having strong orgasms. A few times, I let her tie me up and blindfold me. When I did that, she usually stroked my meat until I was hard and then put her pussy in my face and told me to lick until she gave the order to stop. The order to stop was usually preceded by a powerful orgasm. When I tied her up, I usually ended up with my dick in her mouth. Once or twice, I tied both her wrists and ankles to the four corners of the bed with her face down; after kissing her back and legs, I moved to her incredibly tight ass and pulled her cheeks apart so I could inspect her bum hole. She told me, jokingly, that I was a pervert and I told her that I would show her perversion. This was followed by me licking her asshole until she was moaning, then probing her depths with my lubricated finger, followed by stuffing my hard dick between her cheeks until she relaxed and let me in her forbidden passage. Yes, we had enjoyed some really hot sex over the earlier years.
As time passed, though, things seemed to be not as hot. She spent a bit more time at work, doing yard work, and anything else that took her away from me. Eventually, I was doing the same. Susan went to visit her family in North Carolina and usually stayed gone for a week.
When Anna was 18 years old and going into the 12th grade (she was held back one year in elementary school,) Susan announced that she wanted to go back to school and get a bachelor's degree. I thought that it was a good idea and suggested a few schools in our area.
"No, I thought about those schools but they don't have the programs that I want," she replied.
"So, do you have a school in mind?" I asked.
"Yeah, NC State," she said very matter of factly, as if the decision had already been made.
"But that's 200 miles away. You can't commute there!" I explained.
"I know. I could stay with my family during the week and come home on the weekends. It would be sorta like going to visit my family, just more regular."
"What are Anna and I supposed to do without you here?" I asked.
"You two will be just fine," she replied. "You don't have to worry about dealing with mother-daughter issues. She has a regular period and she knows how to take care of herself. She's already seeing a gynecologist and the doctor's talked about starting Anna on birth control. You won't have any uncomfortable issues to deal with."
"What am I supposed to do for companionship when you're not here?" I asked.
"I'd say you need to get to know Rosey Palms," she laughed, but I didn't think it was very funny.
"Not very funny! . . . But, seriously, why are you doing this?" I really wanted to know if she wanted to end the marriage but I was afraid to ask her directly.
"I need to expand my horizons and prove to myself that I can do it. The only way to prove it is to do it."
We talked for hours, but there's no point in repeating all of the conversation. She was convinced that she needed to do this and it had nothing to do with her being unhappy, which she claimed she wasn't.
Susan enrolled, made the arrangements to stay with her sister, and late in August, she packed up the car. Susan, Anna, and I had a goodbye dinner on a Friday night and, the next morning, before Anna was awake, Susan left. I'm usually a strong guy but I'll admit it: I cried.
Anna woke up and found me with a few tears on my face. "Don't cry, Daddy," she said. "I'll take care of you!"
She put her arms around me and hugged me and I knew -- deep down in my heart -- that Anna was very sincere in making that promise. Later that day, Anna and I had a talk.
"Okay, sweetie, it's just you and me Monday through Friday, but Mom'll be home on the weekends. All those things that you normally ask your Mom . . . you can either call and ask her or you can ask me. When you need something that your Mom would normally get for you, you've gotta ask me."
