Relationship With My Daddy Ch 07

THIS IS THE FINAL CHAPTER OF THIS STORY. THANK YOU ALL FOR READING AND, I HOPE, ENJOYMENT OF THIS PIECE. PLEASE GIVE ME YOUR ASSESSMENT, POSITIVE OR NEGATIVE. AS ALWAYS, PLEASE BE RESPECTFUL IN ANY DISSENTION.

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After my wedding to Robert, I had learned I was pregnant. Fully aware of the likelihood of this baby being his, was slim to none, I forged on, trying to make my new marriage work.

Before daddy ultimately went back to prison, we were fucking 6 days a week under my husbands nose. Everyday that Robert went to the office, I was at my old apartment gripping the bed sheets until 4:45. I'd take a quick shower, then go home and prepare dinner for my husband. When he went on a business trip, we spent that whole time fucking in my marital bed. We NEVER made passionate love, we fucked.

The night before he was sent back to prison, we literally broke my bed in my old apartment. Please understand, I am not exaggerating when I said he POUNDED me through the mattress.

Yes, I consummated my marriage with my husband the night of our wedding. I asked him to keep the lights off in our room when we were intimate. Had he been able to visualize my vaginal area, he would have seen the bruising between my legs and the puffiness of my pussy lips. When he entered me, he felt the ooey gooeyness in my vagina. I had harkened that to my secretions being expelled from my horniness that night.

I felt so ashamed lying under my husband as he grunted through an orgasm. My father had ruined me by this point. To the effect that my own husband couldn't set off the fireworks in me, that my father could. I had to fake my own orgasm to make it seem like he did a good job. When he ultimately turned on the bedroom lights, I lay there naked. Surprised, he saw the black and blueness covering my inner thighs and my puffy vulva. Worried, he apologized for being rough with his pumping. I knew he hadn't caused it, but I reassured him I was fine and wasnt upset that he got 'carried away'.

When he had gotten up to use the bathroom, I softly cried, knowing my vows were already obliterated an hour and a half after saying them.

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When I learned i was pregnant, I informed Robert. To say he was over the moon about that, would be an understatement. We were actually having dinner with his parents that evening after I was with my father, not a few hours earlier, telling him of the pregnancy.

My in-laws were beyond elated learning they were going to be grandparents so quickly after we officially tied the knot. My mother-in-law was eager to help me make one of the bedrooms in our house the babies room. Even my sister-in-law, Genevieve, was doubly excited that she was going to be an auntie.

Trying to obscure the double life I was living, was actually easier than first thought. Daddy and I had a schedule that from about 8:30-4:45, I was his. Be it my old apartment, or the home i shared with Robert, we fucked...and fucked...and fucked... I had to go to the pharmacy to purchase more over the counter Viagra type pills, as my father wore my cunt out every day we were together. The pink of my vulva became a browish hue, most likely from the excessive use.

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Ashamedly, there were days I was eager for him to plough me through the mattress. I'd find myself getting bolder and bolder in my encouragement of my father. The sinful nature of our couplings were nowhere near the front of my mind. I was a pregnant woman, and my hormones were now in overdrive.

One morning, after my husband left for his classes, daddy was balls deep in my 7 week pregnant cocoon. His weight on me, his face in the pillow, and my hands up and under him, I was holding on to his shoulders. I was egging him on. "C'mon... daddy... fuck your... pregnant...daughter..oh baby...yes..."

I wasn't yelling or screaming, rather, I was solicitously running my manicured nails through his grey hair, or up and down his back. With my head able to see over his right shoulder as I lay on the pillow, I could make out his butt muscles clenching from every downward thrust into my womb. We weren't frantically fucking, but he wasn't trying to destroy my pussy either, at 9:30 in the morning.

"Daddy! Thump! Oh, Daddy! Thump! Yes! Yes! Fuck...me...THUMP! THUMP! THUMP!"

The rhythmic vibrations of the headboard slapping the wall were pronounced, as his determination became more urgent. Looking at my wedding ring, I felt shame deep down, but at that moment, even if Robert walked in, I wouldn't have cared. No one could pry me from the fucking I was receiving.

To say I felt safe with my father, even under the downright horrible way he treats me at times, was indeed true. NO ONE dare interrupt this couple, purposely or accidentally, for fear of my father physically hurting them. I'd come to the point I wanted no one between my legs. Not even my own husband. I felt horrible when I'd turn him down, claiming I was tired.

My yelps and moans were drowned out by daddys own grunts and the bedsprings singing a melodic tune. There was no love. EVER. I knew I had to be on the bed, nylons either at my hips or with a hole pushed in them and my tits out, ready for fucking.

My husband had no suspicions of infidelity. I gave him no reason to.

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The day my father went back to prison, we had literally fucked an hour earlier. Come to find out, he had violated his parole just by getting a speeding ticket on his motorcycle. Based on his long rap sheet, the judge showed him no mercy and made him finish the remainder of his prior sentence.

In a way, I was grateful he was back where he rightfully belonged. But I also suffered from depression. I was pregnant with another man's child, and I knew I had to play this baby off as Roberts'. Detoxing off, almost daily sex, was a daunting task. When my husband and I had sex, it obviously wasn't the same.

As time wore on, my life became "normal" again. Normal, only in the sense, that I could actually be a wife to my husband. I routinely went to my appointments and Robert came with me. We learned we were having a girl and I wanted to name her Diana.

In Late February, we welcomed our daughter Diana Jean Green to the world. I had just had a birthday myself on Valentine's day, so Robert was happy. She was a little over 8 lbs., but I managed to push her out of my little body.

She looked nothing like Robert. She actually had my fathers feature. The dark black hair. The big bones. She was going to be a big child growing up.

Roberts' family were equally ecstatic. Genevieve, now 12, always wanted to babysit her "DiDi" as she called her. That was helpful, as it allowed Robert and me to go out on the town. His mom and Genevieve would pick the baby up and Genevieve was "responsible" for watching her. She loved the $40 Robert always gave her.

Coming home from an evening class at school, I walked in my house and saw Robert asleep in the recliner with Diana asleep on his chest. He was such a good father to her and it just broke my heart knowing she, biologically, wasn't his.

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It was a matter of time before daddy got wind of the birth of our daughter. He was irate learning I gave her Robert's last name. I tried explaining the obvious reason why, but he didn't care.

The first time I visited him in prison was about 6 months after her birth. Sitting at the little window separated by the glass, Daddy came in and sat down. Picking up the little phone, I was so nervous. He immediately knew she was his child the moment he saw her.

"She's mine, isn't she?" His demeanor was calm, but I, myself, was guarded.

"I'm 99% sure she is, but I would need to get DNA testing to verify," I'd said, gauging his reaction. Continuing, I uttered, " I'm almost positive I conceived a few nights before my wedding or the evening of it, when we went to that room in the hotel."

Daddy immediately said, "Find out. I'll have the guard give you my hair follicles."

Nodding, I concurred and we talked more. I had said my husband didn't know I was here and that he was gone a couple days, but it was important Diana met her biological father. Concluding our visit, Diana and I left.

Over the next few months, I'd bring Diana to see her daddy. My husband and I constantly fought over me taking her to the prison, but I made it crystal clear she will know who her grampa is. Soon, she started to take to her daddy, even through the glass window. This was a different daddy I saw. He was playful with her, making faces and tapping the window where she put her hand. He fell in love with her.

It made me so happy seeing daddy smile when I'd bring our daughter. But I could also sense his growing disdain with me. Seeing how different I now looked, I couid see resentment in him. My hair was longer. I dressed a little more casual, but whenever I visited daddy, I would put on a simple dress, nylons and flats.

I did send out and request DNA testing. I took a hair follicle from Robert and some follicles from Diana, plus the DNA my father gave me. Splitting them up, I requested two different tests. After about 3 weeks I had the results and it proved 99.99%, Daddy was the father.

At the next visit I had with daddy, I informed him Diana was, indeed, his. Daddy then dropped a bomb on me ordering I change her last name to McDonald. I just said, "But he'll know about our affair. It will take a long time to even accomplish."

In his usual, calm, but serious demeanor, he pointedly said, "Just do it Sylvie." Nodding, the two of us left.

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Come to Summer 2022, and I became pregnant again. This one was undoubtedly my husbands. Learning we were going to have another baby girl, the excitement abounded. Genevieve, now 13, couldn't be happier. She loved her DiDi, and was more like a big sister to her. When we did indeed learn Elizabeth was growing in me, Genevieve talked Robert into letting her go with me to my ultrasound.

The next visit I had with daddy, he learned I was pregnant again. Knowing another man, even if it were my husband, got me pregnant, infuriated him. He ended our visit as soon as he saw me pushing Diana's stroller in. I had a pronounced bump showing the new life I was carrying. He told me not to visit again.

As time wore on our family became closer. From Thanksgiving dinner to Christmas eggnog, Diana was the light of everyone's lives. She would put her ear to my tummy and babble to her baby sister.

On March 7th, 2023, Robert and I welcomed our daughter, Elizabeth Mary Green to this world. She was a normal 5 lbs. 10 oz. and was a splitting image of Genevieve at birth. She had all the features of the Green family. She had my forehead and cheek structure, but she definitely was a Green. At 23, I was a mother, twice over, and couldnt imagine life being any better.

My daughters were steadily growing. Diana was walking, rather, running around the house. Elizabeth was learning how to crawl, and believe it or not, Robert and I were thinking about adding a 3rd Green to the ever growing brood. Genevieve, now 14, was constantly bugging her brother and me to give her another niece or nephew. My in-laws loved their granddaughters and would often steal them from us for the evening.

Often, the double life I lived would creep up in my mind. Looking at Diana everyday, I saw my father. I love my daughter, with every fiber of my being. But knowing how she was conceived scarred me. No, I wasnt raped, but the carnal nature of the events, day after day, lying under my father, as he viciously fucked me senseless, was a stark reminder of his pending release. I honestly didn't know of his release date, as he told me not to visit him after learning I was carrying Elizabeth.

The life I'd yearned for and finally had grown accustomed to, was about to come crumbling back down to Earth.

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It was February 12th, and the day started off as normal as possible. I gave the girls baths, fed them, and was readying to drop them off at my inlaws house as I had to go to school.

About 2:30 pm, I was now home, as my 2nd class was online. I was taking a break from from doing research. Suddenly, I receive a call. Again, not knowing its' whereabouts, I answered it. My face went pale. It was simple, to the point and direct.

"I know he's on a business trip until the 15th. Pick me up on the 14th at 4 pm. Find a sitter. We have catching up to do." Realizing it was my father calling, I continued to listen. "Go write down what I tell you. MOVE!"

Scurrying to Roberts' den, I grabbed a pen and wrote what was told to me on the notepad.

Trying to catch myself reeling, I tried commenting, "Daddy, it's my birthday. I was going to spend it with the kids."

"4pm sharp. Don't be late. I've been waiting for this day and it will not be wasted. Get them a sitter or they won't be getting much sleep themselves; Otherwise get us a motel room," He said, deadly serious.

Standing at the front of Robert's desk, my legs went weak, I felt faint, but steadied myself by holding onto the desk. I simply answered, "Yes daddy. 4pm. Sharp."

Before ending the call he said, "Get me more of that Viagra stuff I was using before."

I told him I would, and we ended our conversation.

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After the call, I realized I couldnt have Genevieve or Mrs. Green watching the girls, as there was no plausible explanation I would have as to why I would be out of town, alone, for the night. Calling my neighbors down the street, their 16 year old twin daughters agreed to watch my girls that evening. It ended up costing me $125 each, but I was glad I found someone.

I went to Kohl's and bought a few pair of the type of suntan pantyhose he likes on my legs. That completed, I pulled out my red and white, striped, mid length dress, my white 4" fuck me pumps, and white choker. Adding to my outfit, I'd put out a red ribbon I would tie into my hair. The rest of the day I was a bundle nerves.

Having dinner with my in-laws that evening, I was asked what I wanted to do for my birthday that Thursday. I had told them I just wanted to stay home with the girls and get a good nights rest. I had said that, with Robert being away, I wasn't really up to anything, but that he assured me he would take me out for my birthday when he arrived home.

Thursday morning, I began packing an overnight bag, as I awaited my husbands usual call, about 10 am. Nervously answering his call, I told him I was just going to stay home with the girls. He seemed oddly cheerful for being away on a trip, but he had told me he loved me and would see me tomorrow night. Breathing a sigh of relief, I went about my morning.

About noon, the sitters came over and I had given them specific instructions NOT to call me after 4:30 unless it was an extreme emergency. Seeing me dressed in my red and white pin striped dressed, white heels, tan nylons, a white choker, and the red ribbon in my hair, my neighbors complimented my look. Asking me if i had a hot date, I could only smile and change the subject.

Dressed in the outfit daddy told me to wear, I left the house and proceeded to the prison. Knowing it was almost 2 hours away, I had some leeway, even if I hit some traffic. Researching more, I noticed a Super 8 motel about 12 miles from the jail. Booking a room using a pre-paid card I'd bought, I continued on my journey.

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Arriving at 3:40 pm, I parked by the area where the inmates were released, and after freshening up my makeup and hair, I kicked off my flats, and slipped into my heels. I then put my anklet on my left ankle, and looked at my wedding ring. With ignominy, I just stared at myself in my driver mirror, telling myself things will be ok.

Stepping out of my car, I walked to the front of it and leaned back seductively, against the hood. Making sure my nylon clad legs jumped out to daddy, I hiked my dress up further. Seeing people beginning to walk out of the front entrance, I noticed my father. He obviously showered, tried shaving, and the clothing he currently had on, were washed.

Wearing his signature blue jeans, his black motorcycle boots, and that hideous black vest, I stood there in the shining sunlight, awaiting my fate. Looking my direction, he made a beeline to my car. Noticing the fear and anxiety I had, he simply said, "Once we start fucking, all that anxiety will go away." Not a hello, a hi, only THAT SENTENCE.

I could only reply, "I missed you so much daddy." Kissing him, we got into the car.

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Meanwhile.........

Robert was relieved to feel the plane leaving the gate at Sky Harbor Airport. He managed to convince his bosses to let him leave the convention early, saying it was his wife's 24th birthday and he wanted to surprise her. After talking to Sylvie a few hours earlier, he had her convinced he would be home tomorrow night. The perfect opportunity was set to surprise her, and take her to the one restaurant she always wanted to patronize.

Knowing she didn't mind eating late, he had made a reservation for 9:30pm figuring the restaurant wouldn't be as hectic, and they could enjoy a quiet dinner. Seeing it was already 4:30pm, and his flight would arrive in Denver about 6:45, he figured the Uber he ordered, would get him home by 8, and they'd be at the restaurant by 9:15. With his plan all situated and implemented, he relaxed in his business class seat.

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It was about 4:45 pm and as we were walking up to the check in desk at the Super 8, I was holding daddys hand. The guy behind the counter had to be around my age. Telling him I had a reserved room under the name Green, he confirmed it and gave us our room key. Daddy, without missing a beat said, "Is this a room in front of or behind the hotel."

The desk associate said, "It's literally the room in front of your car I saw you pull up in."

Satisfied, daddy took the key and we left, but not after telling the guy, "There will be a lot of action in that room most of the night. Don't fucking bother us. I've been in prison awhile and just got released. My little lady here, is going to help me relieve my anxiety from being locked up for so long."

Clearly seeing my discomfort, the guy just said, "Yeah, sure."

I could see, myself, how intimidated the guy looked, as daddy spoke to him. Learrning he just got released, I think he realized he was dealing with someone not very nice.

Entering our room, I was already dreading this motel. The walls had a dark rustic look to them. It looked old and in need of a renovation. The bed had a dark brown blanket and lighter tan sheets. The beds frame looked like it had seen better days. It wasn't attached to the wall.

After daddy closed the door, I put my purse and overnight bag on the table by the window. Standing by the bed, I began to unbutton the top of my dress, setting my tits free from their captivity. In a slow, sensual manner, I unbuttoned each one, all the while not taking my eyes off of my father. With a faint smile, I could see his tent rising, as the monster hiding behind it, knew it was about to go to work.

I could see the built up tension in him. One, from being locked up for so long. Two, His anger from knowing I now have another child, even if she was from my own husband. After the last button was undone, the lace bra I was wearing made its' appearance. "Do you like what you see daddy?" I softly asked. Lifting up the hem of my dress, I continued, "Do you want me to push a hole in them or take them to my hips?"

Looking at me, I knew what he wanted. Lowering pantyhose to my hips, I walked up to him and dropped to my knees. Unzipping his jeans, I freed his tantalizingly large organ from its' confines.

Looking up at daddy, I took him in my mouth. Working my way up and down his member, my eyes never left his. Unseemingly quiet, Daddy enjoyed the scene taking place before him.