The next morning found Jonty eating breakfast with his wife, Sharan. He was exhausted after the previous night's effort filled exertions and could hardly keep his eyes open. His dubious dirty sex session with his nubile nymph of a daughter made the randy father feel guilty. Why was he willing to risk his life here for such a simple thing? He had a great looking wife, a fantastic daughter, and a big house. He had built this situation for all of them. He had worked hard to make their lives as comfortable as he possibly could.
Yet the sex was not great. Sharan had gone as cold as a turkey the day after Thanksgiving. She was an amazingly beautiful and intelligent woman yet she seemed to have no interest in sex. She flirted her body around him all of the time but when they got to bed she just lay there and then went to sleep. Jonty had much preferred the attitude of their daughter the night before. The girl had been begging for it, showing her desire for him, and active part in their sex and yet sordid screwing.
Jonty herd his name and looked up from his cereal bowl. "Huh?"
Sharan rolled her eyes. They were big and expressive in her beautiful face. "I SAID, where are you this morning my love?"
"Erm, I'm... going into work. My office. Same place as usual."
Sharan sighed. "No I meant where are you now? Because you sure aren't at the breakfast table."
Sharan was dressed in a blue t-shirt that pulled tight across her chest and, beneath the table, running shorts and tennies. As she leaned on her elbows to eat her bowl of muesli her beautiful boobs shifted in her top and Jonty realised he had a woody.
"Oh I'm here. Somewhere. I just didn't sleep well. I might need to take a sleeping pill tonight or something. I'm going to be exhausted at the office today."