Paul Condor woke up smiling. He was well rested, his back felt great, and there was a hand on his chest. His wife had felt so distant lately; it was nice to wake up with her close. She was lying on her stomach with her head just beside his shoulder. He couldn't see her face, just a mess of blonde hair.
He lifted his left arm up and over her to rub her back. He sniffed her hair and gave her a kiss on the top of the head. She stirred and her hand slid so that the tip of her ring finger rested inside his belly button.
He exhaled heavily and smiled. His right hand pulled his dick through the hole in the front of his boxers and stroked it a couple of times. Nothing vigorous, just a couple small strokes to get the blood flowing, although he had already woken up hard. His left hand matched the right, moving up and down along her back. On one of the downward motions he reached the bottom hem of her night shirt and lifted it up. His dick jumped when he felt the soft smooth skin of her back.
His right hand nudged her hand a bit further until it rested on his cock. That alone was almost enough. It had been over a year since the last time her hand was there. His hips thrusted in the air and wiggled around to get her hand to move subtly while on his dick.
Meanwhile his left hand reached down and grabbed a meaty piece of ass. He knew she had been working out a lot this past year, going for runs damn near every day, and even training with their college-aged son Pat, but damn he never thought her ass would get this firm again.
And that's when she moaned, well more of a tired groan. Her fingers finally wrapped around his cock, but they held it loosely and still her hand didn't move. His dick didn't jump for joy this time though, because something was off. Her voice, sounded familiar yet wrong.
He pulled his hand off her ass and listened closely, going so far as to even hold his breath. She didn't make another sound, but there was another sound, just not coming from her. It was a faint sound, but after concentrating Paul identified it as running water. Paul realized it was the shower in their master bath.
He started to slide away from the blonde on his left, but she still held onto his dick. He reached down and slowly unwrapped her fingers. She stayed asleep and soon he was able to get out of bed. He slowly approached the bathroom door with knots in his stomach. The bedroom was dark, but the bathroom made an easy target with light escaping from the gap underneath the door. He raised his hand and knocked twice, hoping to hear the voice of his daughter Caitlin, but it was his wife who answered. "I'm in here, Paul, just use the kid's bathroom." Paul's heart and jaw dropped. A moment ago he had plausible deniability, but now he knew, even if his mind would not fully accept it until he turned around.
The blonde beauty in his bed was sprawled out on her stomach across the middle of the bed. Only her right leg was still under the covers, coming up to just past the knee. Her blonde hair was a tangled mess, her night gown was just a T-shirt that normally barely covered her ass but now was pulled up so high that half her back was exposed. Her ass bubbled out, sticking significantly off the bed compared to the rest of her body. Her navy blue panties with white edging was pulled into a slight wedgie so half of each ass cheek was exposed. His eyes started at the crease at the bottom of her butt where it started to bubble out. A surprisingly strong aspect of himself wanted to just jump back on top of his eighteen year old daughter, god it had been so long since the last time he had sex.
Paul left the room quickly. He went to the kid's bathroom and stared at himself in the mirror. He gave himself one good slap across the cheek. "Idiot," he said out loud. "Pervert," he muttered under his breath as he turned away from the face in the mirror. "What is wrong with you?" he mouthed, but the words did not audibly escape.
He splashed water in his face before tiptoeing back into the bedroom to grab a pair of pajama pants and a shirt. The shower was off, but the light in the master bath was still on.
He departed for the kitchen, and that's where his wife found him twenty minutes later. She was wearing a red satin blouse with the top button undone. Her blouse was tucked into a black pencil skirt that went down to her knees. She looked damn good, but Paul was too consumed with his thoughts to fully notice.
"I have to head into the office today, and then I'm going to have dinner with Pat. Give a call if you and Caitlin want to join."
Paul stared into his coffee cup, answering without looking up, "Will do."
On a different day that could have been a fight over Pat. The kid went to a community college only 20 minutes away, but he had gotten an apartment so he didn't move back home when college ended for the semester last week. Not that she wasn't there close to every weekend while school was in session. Paul didn't like paying for the apartment. At least Pat had a job and contributed half, but Paul didn't understand why they couldn't get Pat a roommate to pay the other half. That was another fight with Cindy.
They didn't fight at all when their oldest daughter, Cassidy, left for college. Cindy seemed to have no problem cutting the cord then, but Cassidy's school was hours away. They'd talk on the phone with her but visits during the semesters were rare. Last time she spent a night under their roof was winter break during her senior year. Right out of college she got a job out of state and now she was always too busy to come home, even for holidays. At least they talked on the phone regularly with her.
He had one year left with Caitlin before she was gone to college too. He didn't want Caitlin to be as distant as Cassidy, but Paul had to make sure he didn't overcompensate like his wife had with Pat.
He should have known it was Caitlin. She's been wandering into their bed since she was 4 years old. When she hit middle school he tried hard to get her to stop it, and he got her to reduce it from once a week to once a month, but eventually his wife just convinced him to accept it. She babies the kids too much he said back then and many times since. Getting angry at his wife helped him from loathing himself.
Paul finally looked up from his cup when heard Caitlin bouncing down the stairs. She was still wearing that oversized T-shirt that wasn't really long enough to pass for a night gown. Paul glanced at her legs before shamefully turning back to his cup.
"Where's mom?"
Paul looked around. He wasn't quite sure if Cindy had left yet. "Um, she's going to be gone for the day."
"Visiting Pat?"
"You know it."
"I wish I was the favorite."
Paul frowned and turned to look her in the eye. Her eyes were blue like her mothers. "Your mother and I don't have favorites."
"It's OK, I know I'm your favorite." Caitlin walked up to him and patted him on the shoulder as she walked past him to get to the pantry.
"What makes you say that?" He turned his head to watch her walk. The cereal was on the top shelf of the pantry. Her shirt lifted up and he got another view of that crease where her butt bubbled out.
He abruptly turned back to his coffee when she turned to face him with a box of cereal in hand.
"Because I'm the one to give you a hand when mom's gone."
Paul started to cough as memories of this morning flooded his mind. He took a sip of his cold coffee.
