I would like to thank everyone who commented on my story, and sent feedback to me.
First of all, I would like to answer a few comments I received.
1. I do hope that the proofing of this story is better than the last. I submitted it in a hurry, and I am truly at fault for the condition it is in. I will proof the story, and hopefully I will be able too resubmit it correctly.
2.The father in this story carried the secret about the rape of his daughter's friend for a long time. In order for his new relationship with his daughter to continue, that episode in his life will have to be explored. If this offends you, find another story.
3.Like always, I love to receive feedback, good or bad. So please, if you enjoy this story, feel free to tell me to keep up the good work. If you have a story idea, email me, we can talk about it, and maybe get it written. Hell, if you hate the story, tell me why. I want the reader to tell me what they want. Besides, there are many things I would love to write about given the chance. THANKS
I was in the shower when I heard the door open. The water was hot, and soothing, as it beat down on the aching muscles in my lower back. One of the things I did not expect when Becky and I started having relations, was the strain on my body. I wasn't young anymore. My body begged for hers, and at the same time, begged me to rest. I really think that my body was more confused than my mind. I had total belief that my daughter and I were meant to be, and the guilt I felt, even as slight as it was. Was now gone.
I felt cool air rush across my body as the shower door opened. Standing naked in front of me was my darling wife. I don't really know how to explain it, but even after two years of not having sex, she still was the sexiest woman I had ever known. Yes, even sexier than my daughter.
She was totally naked, with her red hair pulled up into a bun. She still looked good after all the years we had been together. Three kids, (my sons are in school out of state) and surgery that left a scar on her belly did very little to change her. She still wore the same size dress she wore in high school. As far as I was concerned, she would never change. She was my wife, best friend, and mother of my children. She was also the most beautiful woman in the world.
Her breast may not have the same perk they had when were young, but as I stood there under the water, I licked my lips as she walked in and closed the door. "Mind if I share? I need to get ready for church." Those 36d breast suddenly seemed so far away. The fact that I could feel them pressing against my back made it even worse.
"Honey," I said. "Do you even know what you are doing to me? Do you even know how frustrated I am?"
I turned around and faced her, staring into her green eyes. "I want to be with you, like when we were young. I want to make love to you. I don't want to fuck you. I want to make love. That isn't a sin. Babe, it is a gift from god."
Her eyes rested on my hardened tool. I could see there was a hint of desire in her eyes. As usual, she looked me in the eyes and said, "I can't. Even if I wanted too." She looked away. "It's a sin. Sex is only for procreation. It is not for pleasure. Honey, I love you, but you have to stop trying to tempt me back into my wicked past."
I think she said more, but I had already got out of the shower and left the bathroom. I didn't even dry myself off. I was so sick of it.
I sat down in my office on my couch and just stared at the wall. When this all began with my wife, I thought it would have been just a phase. Two years had past, and to my pure misery, it was still a problem. The frustration I was feeling was welling up inside so bad. It didn't matter that I had a beautiful girl like Becky to fuck. My wife would always be my true dream girl.
The feelings for my daughter were more animal like. I got off on the feeling of detached passion I experienced with her. It was almost like I was having one night stands with her everyday. I could picture my life with out the sex with Becky. Still, I longed for my lovely wife. I knew that longing would never die.
So there I was sitting naked on the couch that had been the place of passion for daughter and I. The guilt about our relationship was gone, and as I sat there thinking about my pretty wife and how I still wanted her, I began to stroke myself. This time though, in my minds eye my wife and daughter were both giving me head. They were on their knees taking turns licking my balls, then my lovely wife would take my cock into her mouth and take it all the way down to my nuts till she gagged. Saliva would trail from her mouth as he took it out of her mouth and let Becky lick the tip then take all that she could in her mouth. Their tongues would touch as the licked my dick, taking turns sucking it. As I felt my orgasm boiling to a climax, I shot my cum all over my cute daughter's face, covering her lips and chin with my seed. My wife takes my cock into her mouth swirling her tongue around the tip making me twitch until it softens. When she finished on my cock she turns her attention to my daughter and licks my cum of her face, kissing her deep on the mouth letting my juices mingle together in their mouths.
My fantasy was broken when I heard a voice calling my name.
My daughter was standing in the doorway with a huge grin on her face as she looked at me sitting on the couch with a pool of cum on my stomach. I said nothing as she walked in and lifted the little skirt she was wearing, and gave me a view of the new white silk panties I had purchased for her. The panties were so tight that they showed the exact contours of her tight little shaved pussy. I guess they were a bit small, but perfect as I saw it.
She ran a finger through my cum and put it her mouth.
"You could have waited for me," she said as she lowered her self and straddled my leg, rubbing herself against it. "I hate it when you cum with out me Daddy."
"Oh yeah," I said as I reached up and cupped her breast with my hands. "Why?"
"Make me think you don't love me."
"I love you baby."
"Do you?"
