Ted downed the second Jack and Coke of the evening. The evening was still young and there was still plenty of Jack and Coke to help numb the pain. He and Nancy had been married for a little over twenty-six years now and Nancy had closed the door on sex about three years earlier. Ted was so sexually frustrated that he had taken up drinking and reading erotic novels in his study on the weekends. This particular weekend, Nancy had gone to visit her sister.
The rain had been steadily falling all night, Mari stood on her father's doorstep repeatedly knocking. Maybe he wasn't home, she thought. He was indeed home but deep in a very hot moment in his latest erotic novel. By this time, Ted had consumed another drink and had begun slowly stroking his cock. Finally, Mary began pounding on the door. Ted jumped, with cock still in hand. He quickly pulled a big sweatshirt on and peeked through the window of the door.
There stood his daughter, dripping wet. Mari was twenty-two, with a body that could stop a clock. She was wearing a pale pink t-shirt mini dress. The rain had soaked her to the skin and made visible her pink lace bra and panties. Ted's eyes ran up and down his daughter's body and his cock throbbed with desire. "What are you thinking, Man?" Ted said to himself. He opened the door and let Mari in.
Mari wrapped herself around Ted, sobbing. "Oh, Daddy," Mari said, "I need to talk to you." Ted held her close, stroking her hair. He led her to the living room and they sat together in the over-stuffed reclining loveseat. As they snuggled together, Ted looked down at Mari's still-wet and still very visible breasts. He thought to himself that there is nothing wrong with just admiring the view, after all she was a beautiful woman. Ted reached over and pulled the lever to make the loveseat recline, giving a full-length view of his voluptuous daughter. Mari wiggled a little in the seat to get more comfortable and in the process the hem of her already too-short dress hiked up to give a peek of her lace panties.
