What a tangled web. But what a memory.
I’ll always think about our long year together, the two of us in lockdown, avoiding work and school, just me and my daughter and a wild adventure that changed us forever.
It all started so innocently, like so many other things that turn into something unexpected, wrong and completely out of control.
But so fucking hot.
Blake turned 18 last year, right in the middle of the pandemic, so even though she couldn’t be with her friends from college or ever her old high school friends scattered around town, I tried to make the best of things.
She’s a great daughter, blessed with her mother’s features from her blue eyes to her long blonde hair and athletic body that turns heads. She’s smart and funny and just a great person to be around.
By summer, with nowhere to go and no one to hang out with, Blake started to go a little stir crazy. I recognized the symptoms, because I was going through the same thing.
It had been 10 years since Barb died, and I’d spent years making sure Blake’s days were filled with activities and our nights filled with music and movies and sleepovers and fun by the pool.
Our house became the center of the social fabric of our neighborhood, so I knew all Blake’s friends and their moms, some of them intimately.
I dated when I could, hosted block parties and snuck off with a married mom or two. It was enough to keep life interesting.
Blake had just come into her own when the pandemic ended school and brought her home, an 18-year-old beauty who’d left the guys at college frustrated and desperate. Her cellphone buzzed non-stop the first month home, and I watched her flick the boys away like gnats.
We did the best we could, spending time at the pool, killing time in the kitchen and the movie room downstairs, pretending life was OK and neither of us willing to admit we were having deep and dangerous thoughts of getting out, testing the virus and walking head-long into the fire.
But deep down, we also knew we couldn’t risk it, not for ourselves or each other, at least until it subsided.
So we played it cool, got our shots, stayed indoors other than occasional masked trips to the grocery or liquor stores. We made great meals, drank great wine and told stories about mom and her friends and my friends and everything we could think of except, well, sex.
Or the lack thereof.
I’m still young and healthy, only 42 with all my hair, in good shape, tanned from the pool and my convertible and horny as I can ever remember.
Which is how it all started. Turns out, Blake was horny too.
I was in my study one night trying to finish a manuscript I’d been working on for almost a year, a short story that had become a long story I couldn’t seem to pare down.
So I decided to make it a novel. It bought me time, helped me relax and gave me something to lose myself in.
Blake and I had become comfortable around each other long before the pandemic, me lounging around in shorts and an old white oxford button down that was rarely buttoned. Sometimes I’d even go without the shorts, just walking around in boxers.
She made fun of me, calling them my old-man underwear, but I also knew she liked the look.
Blake, on the other hand, was always wearing football jerseys, t-shirts and the occasional sundress, never wearing shoes, or a bra or, as I noticed more than once, panties.
If she’d noticed my boxers bulging, she never let on. But we convinced ourselves that it was nothing out of the ordinary and certainly nothing sexual. And yet, the bulge in my boxers was real. And Blake wasn’t afraid to sun in the nude if she thought I was busy in the study.
Which is exactly what happened that afternoon in July. I was in the study when I decided to get something to drink, walking into the kitchen and looking out the window where Blake was sunning.
Naked. On her back.
Her skin glistened in the sun, her eyes shaded by sunglasses. I stood transfixed, looking at her slide her hands up and down her body, playing with her perfect breasts, oiling her shaved legs, which she spread open every few minutes.
I was stunned by her beauty, her incredible body and the pleasure she seemed to get from touching herself. I made a strong drink and staggered back into the office, my cock raging, my mind racing.
So wrong.
But so fucking hot.
Now I don’t know for sure that she didn’t see me in the window, don’t know for sure if she was putting on a show or if she was just enjoying her body in the sun, thinking of boys from school, a young woman having just come of age, trapped in a pandemic at the worst possible time.
My mind was a million miles away as I sat behind my desk, adjusting the bulge in my boxers to no avail. I’d pulled out my cock and was stroking slowly with my eyes closed, thinking of, well, my daughter, when I heard footsteps coming down the hall.
I quickly stuffed my raging hard cock into my boxers, flushed, and tried to act busy just as she walked into the study wearing nothing but a sheer white sundress, unbuttoned in the front to the waist, her body still oily and shiny. She stood in the doorway, one hand on her hip, her head tilted and her sunglasses pushed back over her head.
The light behind her shone through the fabric of the dress, showing everything. If she knew that, she seemed oblivious. Blake was smiling at me.
“Daddy, why are you in here on a day like this?”
I stammered something about the book and shrugged.
“I’m making a drink and going back out to the pool,” she said. “Why don’t you join me? It’s a beautiful day. And Daddy, you NEED to get out.”
The next few minutes were a blur as I waited for the sound of ice hitting her glass and then a pause before the back door opened and the screen door to the pool deck slammed shut. I stood, looking down at my cock and shook my head.
“My God,” I thought. “What was I thinking?”
I went into my bedroom, slid out of my boxers and into an old pair of nylon basketball shorts that I used for swim trunks. Then I went into the kitchen, made a vodka tonic with barely a splash of tonic, and walked into the sun.
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She at least had her bottoms on now, her bikini top and that sheer sundress draped over a chair, her bronze body shining like something from a Hollywood movie. Blake looked hot, and she knew it.
But with me? Certainly not. She can’t possibly be…
“Daddy?” she said, snapping me from my thoughts. “Will you put some lotion on my back. I can’t reach it.”
I cleared my throat and mumbled something about should I do this or something, which she just waved her hands, slid them behind her back and pushed her bikini bottoms down about one inch.
Beneath the exposed bikini was a milder tan, a subtle tan line that showed she’d been out here naked more than once. I cleared my throat again and took the bottle of lotion from the table by her chaise lounge. Then I took a long swig of vodka and poured the lotion over the back of my gorgeous daughter.
My heart was beating out of my chest.
“Mmmmmm, that feels good Daddy,” she cooed as the lotion pooled in the small of her back, a trickle sliding down into her bikini, where just the slightest indention showed the top of her ass crack, which was now taking a slim stream of oil, disappearing into her bottoms.
She wiggled her butt and giggled.
“God Dad, that feels so, I don’t know, hot,” she said, giggling more as the oil ran into her crack.
I didn’t answer right away. I was so mesmerized I didn’t even realize I was still pouring oil, now almost directly onto her ass crack, watching it ooze down as she wiggled and raised her ass slightly, letting the oil run into her hole and even lower as she made sexy sounds and seemed to melt into the chair.
I finally stopped with the oil, placing it back onto the table and then slowly began to rub it into her lower back, sliding my hands up her bare sides and shoulders, feeling her shudder as I went up and down her naked back, sliding my hands against her bikini bottoms more than once, which made her wiggle more.
I shifted position so I was over her head, sliding my hands up and down her back, almost touching the sides of her breasts, which were pressed hard onto the chaise lounge.
I noticed her opening her legs and turning her head around to where she was inches from my cock, which was now tenting my boxers. I quickly moved away, adjusting my bulge as I did, which seemed to make her laugh and rise up on one elbow.
One of her tits fell open, exposed entirely as she shifted her body, reaching down and sliding her bottoms down another inch, which opened her crack even more.
“Keep doing it, Daddy,” she said. “It feels so good. And I can tell you’re enjoying it.”
Her legs dropped on either side of the lounge and she raised her ass slightly. “I need to work on my tan lines.”
I did my best to keep from sliding my hand down her bottoms, her ass practically begging to be set free, when I exhaled loudly and stopped.
“I think that’s enough for now,” I said, popping her playfully on her butt as I rose and walked to the edge of the pool. “I’m going in. It’s getting hot out here.”
She raised completely up from the chaise, both of her tits falling free under her as she smiled wryly and pulled her sunglasses up over her head. Her eyes were directly on my shorts, which were bulging obviously and a little wet from the oil, or possibly more.
I dove in quickly, letting the cool water wash over me and swimming across the entire pool to the deep end. As I surfaced, Blake was sitting up, reaching over to the chair to grab the sundress then holding it over her head, her tits shining in the sun as she slowly let the dress slide down.
I turned away and went back under the water. When I came up, she was sitting on the edge of the pool, her legs dangling in the water, the dress almost completely open with her perfect tits all but talking to me. She leaned down to splash some water on her arms, giving me a full view of her tits, 36Cs with bright pink nipples, which were hard as erasers.
I swam backstroke past her, not realizing my bulge was out of the water, which made her giggle.
“See, I knew you’d like it out here,” she said.
I wasn’t entirely sure what she meant by that but I quickly turned over and swam to the middle of the pool. By then, her legs were wide open, her white bikini bottoms looking like panties, the outline of her lips perfectly on show as she lifted her legs and ran her hands up and down her inner thighs to her knees and back.
“What do you want to do tonight?” she asked, knowing full well she was making me nervous and horny as hell. “I have an idea.”
I walked toward her in the shallow end of the pool, standing so that my shorts were still slightly under water, my arms crossed.
“What do you have in mind?” I asked, not sure I wanted to hear the answer.
“I want to show you something,” she said in a sing-song voice that was clearly flirtatious even if it sounded a little playful. “I think it’s something we both need.”
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The evening seemed to creep up on us, the oily, flirty afternoon slowly sliding into dusk as I sipped another vodka tonic while marinating a couple of steaks. Blake had showered and changed into another sundress, thin yellow fabric that showed her pert nipples and swayed when she walked barefoot around the house.
Her deep tan looked sexy against the yellow, her skin shining with lotion, her blonde hair tied up on her head. She looked more beautiful than I could ever remember, and in my tipsy state of alcohol and hormones, I told her just that.
“Why thank you, Daddy,” she said, beaming as she walked onto the deck, stood on her tip toes and kissed me on the cheek. “You don’t look so bad yourself, you know.”
I shrugged and made a face. I was wearing what I always wore, khaki shorts with an unbuttoned white oxford, my chest and stomach open in the evening air.
“I mean it,” Blake said, her hand sliding down my chest and patting my stomach. “You look great, Dad. We need to get you out of this house. That’s sort of what I had in mind tonight.”
She stood close to me and looked me in the eyes, her baby blues shining by the fire of the grill, looking fiery and piercing, her lips open slightly, her head tilted as if waiting for a response or looking for a reaction.
“I don’t know, babe,” I said. “I’m not sure we’re, I mean, I’m ready to get out yet. To be honest, I’m a little scared of how to act out there.”
She nodded and smiled.
“I know,” she said quietly. “But don’t you think we can take it slowly? I mean, they say the pandemic has peaked and the restrictions are ending next week for some things. I don’t know, maybe we, I mean, I just need to get out and see what we’re missing.”
I instinctively reached out and ran a finger down the side of her face. It was a little more than a fatherly gesture, soft and sensual, something I hadn’t done since she was a child.
“We’ll see,” I said. “I know you’re missing your friends. I know you have a life waiting for you. I’m just not sure I do.”
She reached up and took my hand, sliding it to her mouth, kissing my palm, her lips lingering a second longer than I expected.
“Daddy, you’re a young man,” she said. “You have your whole life ahead of you. Let me help you.”
She sounded like me talking to her, giving me advice on coming of age or how to handle adulthood. I just looked deeper into her eyes and smiled.
“My God,” I thought. “She’s the most gorgeous creature I’ve ever seen.”
My cock stirred as her finger traced from my hand, up my arms and then back to my hand. We were staring at each other in silence. I had the overwhelming urge to kiss her, to slide my tongue into her sexy mouth, to….
“My God,” I thought again, snapping back to reality.
“Blake, honey, you just tell me what you need,” I said, realizing that maybe it sounded a little vague and sexual. “I mean, tell me what YOU need. You’re the one with a life ahead of you. This pandemic won’t last forever.”
She smiled and turned, walking back toward the kitchen, her half-buttoned sundress flowing around her naked body.
“I know Daddy,” she said, her voice happy and girlish. “We both do. That’s why I want to try something tonight.”
She turned as she entered the kitchen, leaning against the doorframe as she reached up and took the clip from her hair. It fell in a soft, blonde flourish as she swept it back over her shoulders and walked barefoot into the kitchen.
“This is for both of us!” she yelled as she walked into the den and up the stairs.
I was suddenly excited and curious. I tried to concentrate on the grill, took another sip of vodka and exhaled loudly.
My cock was bulging in my shorts again.
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We ate in relative silence, looking at each other and smiling a lot. I’d stopped drinking vodka and had opened a bottle of wine, one of the older wines I kept downstairs, a crisp cabernet that felt silky as we swallowed, closing our eyes as it went down our throats.
It was the best wine I’d ever tasted, and Blake enjoyed even more than I did, drinking one glass after another, talking me into opening another bottle as we ate and stared at each other and slipped into a sort of half-drunk, half-horny, half inappropriate state.
At some point, she stood up and adjusted her dress, my eyes locked onto her cleavage, which she’d exposed one button more than earlier in the evening. Of the four buttons that ran down the middle of her breasts, only one was buttoned now.
“Leave all this here,” she said, knowing I was staring at her tits. She leaned all the way over the table, her sundress opening enough to see one of her boobs entirely as she picked up the bottle and the two empty wine glasses.
“Follow me,” she said. “This is going to be fun.”
I stood and watched her walk into the den, her hair bouncing, her naked tail swaying under the thin dress, her bare legs showing all the way up as she bounded up the stairs.
“C’mon!” I heard her yell from the long dim hallway as I slowly made my way up the stairs, into the dark and toward her open bedroom door.
The light seemed to draw me into the room, like a moth to a flame, and I walked into my daughter’s inner sanctum slowly and unsure about what I was walking into. She was on her bed, her legs crossed, her dress hiked up so that it was an inch from showing her bare pussy under her laptop, which was open and shining brightly into her face.
She looked angelic and pure, and she patted the bed beside her.
“C’mere,” she said, her voice soft and sultry, like she was luring me to her bed. “I want to show you something.”
I walked slowly to the edge without sitting down, standing over her as I peeked at the screen in front of her then at the top of her head, her blonde hair down over her shoulders, her sundress now unbuttoned entirely.
I took a deep breath and sat on my daughter’s bed, sliding next to my teenage daughter, who was now obviously excited and sexually charged. My cock was throbbing. I know she noticed.
She reached over and grabbed the inside of my leg between my knee and my bulging cock, pulling me to her.
“Come closer, Daddy,” she said. “And look at this.”
On the screen was a woman, middle-aged and beautiful, smiling broadly. Under the full-screen shot of her was a row of words.
BIO – PERSONAL – INTERESTS – RELATIONSHIP STATUS – PHOTOS – VIDEOS
Above her head were the words “Adult Dating and Finding Friends”
I couldn’t take my eyes off of the screen. My daughter’s tits were open for me to see too, but this woman on the screen was mesmerizing and vaguely familiar.
“What is this?” I asked, trying not to look at Blake’s tits.
“A dating site, Daddy,” she said, wiggling her butt a little, adjusting the laptop so that her dress actually rode up a little higher. Her pussy was hidden by the hem of her dress and nothing more. “Here, you look at it. Tell me what you think.”
I took the laptop and touched the screen, trying to swipe it or something.
“No, dummy,” she said, taking it back from me. “Watch.”
Blake moved the cursor over the row of words, clicking on INTERESTS.
Another screen appeared, this one with the blurred photo of the woman in the background with more words highlighted in red.
Dating
Casual sex
Discreet meets
One-night stands
I was suddenly very interested, taking the laptop back from my daughter and hovering the cursor over the words.
“Do it,” she said. “Just hit the button.”
I clicked the words ‘Discreet meets” and the screen changed again, this time to a white board filled with long descriptions of what the woman was looking for. I was breathless. She was married, local and tired of being cooped up.
She and her husband were having issues, and she wanted to get away for a weekend.
THIS weekend.
I looked up at Blake, and she was smiling at me.
“So? What do you think?” she asked.
I gave a puzzled look.
“What?”
“What do you think of her?”
“Blake, I don’t know. This seems a little out of my comfort zone. How do I know this is even real?”
She smiled and lowered her eyes, looking at the bulge in my shorts.
“She’s real, Dad. Watch this.”
Blake took the laptop back and wiggled enough that her dress completely revealed her bald pussy. Her clit was barely visible, peeking through her smooth lips. She was soaking wet.
“Dad!” she said suddenly, reaching down to pull her dress to cover herself. “Not that. THIS.”
She clicked on a button that I hadn’t seen, and all of a sudden, the woman appeared in a little box. She was smiling. She was live and on cam.
“Hey there!” Blake said as a light came on atop her laptop.
“Oh hey Blake!” the woman answered like they were friends, which I guess they were. “So how did the night with your dad go?”
“Well, Bren,” she said. “It’s still on. He’s right here.”
My eyes went wide and I looked back at Blake, who was slowly turning the cam toward me. I didn’t realize it but she gave the woman a brief glimpse of my bulge before showing my stunned face.
I was still looking at Blake.
“Hey there,” the voice from the laptop shocked me into looking back at the laptop. I managed a wry smile and croaked a hello, which made her laugh. “You don’t know who I am do you?”
“Excuse me?”
Laughing a laugh I vaguely recognized, she brushed her hair back with her hand and winked at me.
“It’s Brenda. You know, Brenda Baker? From the club? Jim’s wife?”
“Holy shit,” I said, realizing finally who it was. My old weekend golf partner’s wife. “Um, hi, hey Brenda. How’s, I mean, how are you?”
She laughed again, a full laugh that sometimes cut through the noise at the club bar. I’d noticed her before, even exchanged glances at her once or twice, but I knew she was married to the man in our Saturday foursome.
Granted, Jim was an asshole, and he talked about her like she was a bitch, but I never dreamed I would ever actually meet her. Especially online.
“I’m good, Charlie,” she said, still playing with her hair. “You’re looking good. Take any money off my deadbeat husband lately?”
She winked at me and then put up one finger. The truth was, I hadn’t played golf or seen Jim in a year. I had no idea what their relationship was now, but I had a pretty good idea seeing his wife half-dressed on an adult dating site, not one bit nervous or even cautious about another man looking at her.
“Hang on,” she said. “Phone.”
I saw her stand up, saw that she was wearing only a t-shirt and panties as she walked away from the cam, bending over to pick up a cellphone on a nightstand and then walking out of view.
I turned to Blake, who was grinning at me.
“Isn’t she gorgeous?” she asked, giving me a sexy little look. “I’ve been telling her about you. She’s interested.”
“Blake…”
She reached out with one finger and put it on my lips.
“Shhhhh,” she said. “Just talk to her. I’m going to pour us a glass of wine.”
The next thing I know she was on all fours, crawling to the edge of her bed, leaning over to get the bottle and the glasses, her dress hiked up over her bare ass, which she seemed to show me, pausing and looking back.
“Dad!”
“What? I’m sorry, but…”
“You’re supposed to be looking at the screen.” Then she whispered. “Not your daughter’s ass.”
Then she raised to her knees, poured a glass of wine and handed it to me. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see something moving on the screen. Brenda was back. And now she appeared to be on her bed.
Blake was standing on the floor now, walking barefoot with a glass of wine in her hand, her ass swaying back and forth like a sexy little kitten. She paused in her doorway and looked back at me.
“You two kids have fun,” she said. Then she walked out and closed her bedroom door.
I looked back at the screen, and Brenda Baker was in her bed now, a sheet pulled up covering everything but her bare shoulders, her arms by her side with the sheet pulled tight, showing her nipples poking from underneath.
“So, Charlie,” she said. “How’s the lockdown going? Feel like getting out sometime?”
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I met her in this dark little bar I used to go to a few years ago, not the kind of place you’d take a woman to for a first date, but we agreed this was only a meeting, a discreet meeting away from prying eyes.
I was nervous, not because I was with another man’s wife, a man I played golf with at that, but this was the first time out for me since the lockdown other than a trip to the store now and then.
We wore masks for a few minutes, then took them off once we realized there were only a few people even in the bar. We ordered drinks, toasted the end of the pandemic and drank until we were tipsy.
Jim, her husband, was out of town, but we still didn’t want to chance being seen by friends. Which is how we ended up in a dark little bar on the edge of town.
She really was beautiful, probably a year or two younger than me, a tall brunette with dark eyes, tanned skin and a body she’s sculpted on the tennis courts and the gym at the club.
Brenda Baker was a sheltered housewife, educated but not employed, two kids in college, an asshole husband who even got on my nerves, and a pent-up wild streak she hinted at, something her husband had no clue about.
She’d been on the website for a couple years, mostly chatting with other moms but venturing out to chat with men, young and old, and even a few young women, which is how she met Blake.
They were apparently good enough friend that they’d done more than chat together, but that too was only a vague hint from this powder keg of a woman I barely knew.
We drank until we decided we’d better get back to safer surroundings. I agreed to follow her home just to make sure she was OK, but about a mile from her house I got a call from her.
“Charlie, when we get to my house, I’m going to open the garage doors. Drive in beside me, OK?”
“OK, I guess. Are you sure?”
“No one will notice. Our house is off the road and the trees will block everything. Just come in for a drink or something. I don’t want the night to end just yet.”
I agreed to drive into the Baker’s garage, turning off my headlights as I drove up the driveway. She had the back door open when I got out of the car.. I walked into their kitchen and heard her voice from another room.
“Make yourself at home! Make me a drink!”
I found a bottle of vodka and poured two vodka tonics into highballs with ice, cut a lemon and garnished each with a slice. Then I just stood there looking around. I wasn’t uncomfortable but I wasn’t at ease either.
Brenda walked back in, wearing a different dress, a sundress that revealed pretty much everything. She was barefoot and braless.
“Hope you don’t mind me changing into something more comfortable,” she said, taking a glass from my hand and motioning with her finger to follow her into the den.
She collapsed on the couch and patted the cushion beside her.
“Come have a seat, Charlie. And try to relax.”
As I looked around the den, noticing photos of Brenda and Jim and the kids, Jim’s golf clubs in a corner, a huge TV screen above a fireplace and a mantle filled with more family photos.
Brenda had found the remote and had turned on the television, not to a show but to the internet.
“Want to have some fun?” she asked, scooting next to me so she was all but leaning on me. I put my arm on the cushion behind her, realizing she’d opened a couple buttons on her dress, revealing the round mounds of soft tits, not too big but not little. I was lost in the moment when she snapped me back.
“Check this out,” she said.
Suddenly, on the huge screen above us, the home page of Adult Dating and Finding Friends. She busily clicked and called up profiles without opening them, scanning her “friends” list to check for messages when she came across a rather risque photo of my daughter.
Lovesense101 was her online name, which I later found out was a reference to a sex toy that could be controlled by people viewing her.
She clicked the name and a message appeared:
“Hey you. Hope you and Dad are having fun.” There was a smiley face. “Don’t stay out too late but if you want to, check in with me later.”
I was barely reading the words, but instead looking at the other items on my daughter’s “profile,” including a file called “private photos.” I was more than a little shocked, and Brenda seemed to notice.
“Hey,” she said. “This is all just fun you know. It’s harmless. No one gets hurt.”
She patted my thigh, inches from the slight bulge in my pants, then suddenly got up.
“I need to go to the bathroom,” she announced, hopping up from the couch, sliding her hand even higher up my thigh to push herself from the couch.
“I’ll be right back,” she said.
And then she was gone, and all I saw on the screen were the words “private photos.” I know it was wrong, but I couldn’t help myself. I took the clicker, took a deep breath and opened the file.
The first pic was rather harmless, Blake in her bikini by our pool. She looked radiant, sexy and somewhat innocent, other than the little black bikini that showed almost everything.
I took another deep breath and clicked on another private image. This is one took my breath away. There was Blake at the pool again, only now she was naked on her chaise lounge, her body oiled and glistening, her tits hanging like perfect fruit, her legs hanging on either side of the chaise. Her fingers were in her bald, bare pussy.
I quickly clicked out, my heart beating fast, and realizing Brenda was behind me.
“Nice, huh?” she said.
I’m not sure I said anything. I was white as a ghost and thinking I’d gotten myself into something I needed to get out of right away.
But I was frozen, unable to move. Brenda had walked into the kitchen to make more drinks when I finally looked away from the screen. Right away, I noticed her sundress was basically unbuttoned. She was drunk, but not hammered. I realized at that moment that I wasn’t going anywhere. I was drunk too.
And my head was spinning.
She sat down hard beside me, collapsing into the couch but managing not to spill a drop of the vodka tonics. She had a smile on her face, and it seemed to relax me. I had an overwhelming urge to fuck her right then.
But she was one step ahead of me.
“Let’s have some fun tonight, what do you think?”
I managed a smile, probably a boozy expression on my face. I shrugged.
“Sure.”
“You know,” Brenda said, “you’re still dressed like you’re going out. I know you don’t dress like this around the house. Blake says you look good in boxers.”
I laughed out loud, and wondered just how much my daughter had told her. But I didn’t hesitate, standing and immediately unbuckling my belt, my pants sliding the floor.
Brenda smiled and stood, unsteadily before putting her hands on my shoulders. Looking into my eyes, she started to unbutton my shirt, managing to open it all the way, just as I wore it around my house, and then slid her hands inside it, her thumbs flicking my nipples.
I closed my eyes and moaned quietly as she pushed me down onto the couch and removed my boxers. I didn’t even notice her taking the clicker again and hitting a button that changed the screen.
Her mouth was on my cock immediately, warm and wet, like something out of a dream. It was my first blowjob in more than a year, maybe two years, and it was an amazing feeling. I’d forgotten how primal and lewd it was to have a woman slide my cock into her throat, the ultimate aggressive/submissive act of sex.
I put my hands on the back of her head and pulled her down onto my throbbing seven and a half inch shaft, opening my legs wide and opening my eyes. I began to thrust my hips as she moaned and squealed and gasped for air, slobbering down my balls, eagerly allowing me to fuck her face, groaning like animals as I looked down on this horny married woman engorging her mouth with my cock.
Then I looked up. On the screen, leering and smiling, lying back on her bed fingering her bald pussy, was Blake. My daughter was watching everything.
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That night still comes back to me in wet dreams and dry nightmares. She was on the screen only for a second, but the image is burned in my brain. If Brenda knew what was going on, she didn’t say so or even react when she came off my cock, licked her way up my stomach and chest before whispering in my ear “fuck me.”
My mind swirled with the reality of what had just happened on the big screen TV and the fantasy of my daughter watching Brenda suck my cock, daddy and daughter making eye contact, Blake perfectly comfortable with the situation and me, well, I’m still in shock.
But I fucked Brenda Baker that night on her and her husband’s couch, on their den floor, draped over the side of their marriage bed staring at their wedding photos and family pictures scattered around the room.
I left when I sobered up, about the time the sun came up, stopping at Bojangles on the way home to pick up biscuits and coffee, both for me and my daughter.
She was still in bed when I came in through the garage door, but there was a note on the island in the kitchen with a little red rose in a small vase.
“Welcome home, Daddy,” it said in Blake’s perfect penmanship. “And welcome back.”
I left the biscuits and coffee downstairs, went up to take a shower and did a little piano rap with my fingers on her door. I didn’t hear her stir, so I went straight to the shower, turned it on hot and walked into the steam.
The night before washed over me, stinging jets of water kneading my muscles, which ached from God know what, likely the vodka but also what must have been hours of fucking in all sorts of positions. I just remember the whole time I was in another man’s house, a golfing partner at that, fucking his wife while he was out of town.
When I left in the wee hours of the morning, I leaned down to kiss Brenda goodbye, and she pulled me onto her, humping me until she came again, moaning and laughing the entire time.
It was a fitting end to a wild night with an untamed wildcat of a woman, insatiable to the point that I knew if I was ever going to repeat my performance, I was going to have to call my doctor for Viagra.
My cock and balls ached more than the rest of my body.
The water was cleansing, a torrent of heat that weakened me and restored me at the same time. I knew this was going to be a strange day, what with Blake making an appearance of her own when I least expected it, but I also knew I needed sleep.
So I guess I forgot about the coffee and biscuits downstairs when I got out of the shower, dried and stumbled to my room across the hall, collapsing naked in my bed and pulling the sheets over my head.
I didn’t even hear Blake walk in, but I smelled the coffee, sat straight up wild-eyed, my wet tangled hair a mess, not a stitch of clothes on under the sheet. Blake was smiling, placing my coffee and egg biscuit on the nightstand, leaning down and kissing me on the cheek.
“I love you, Daddy,” she said. “How was your date?”
She stood there by my bed, smiling, a hand on her hip, her head cocked slightly to the side. She was wearing a South Carolina football jersey that barely covered her below her waist, and likely nothing on underneath.
I stammered something about being sorry for coming home so late, but she just smiled and stretched her arms above her, eyes closed in what seemed like a satisfying stretch, her jersey coming completely above her waist.
Sure enough, nothing on underneath.
“Oh Daddy,” she said. “I’m so glad you got out and got, well, you know, off.”
I closed my eyes and shook my head, which was swimming in a hangover of guilt, lust and God know what else. I remember most of the night, especially the part where Blake appeared on the screen above us and watched Brenda Baker sucking my cock.
She was only there for a few seconds before the screen went blank, but I distinctly remember fucking the hell out of Brenda Baker, thinking about my daughter.
God it was so wrong, but so fucking hot.
“You sleep in this morning,” she said, doing most of the talking while I lay there confused, sore and hornier than I’d ever been in my life. “I’ll be here if you need anything.”
She glanced down at the sheet, where my cock was now standing at attention, tenting the white sheet and twitching.
Blake walked to the door, her ass swaying, before turning in the doorway. She reached one hand high above her, resting it against the doorframe, her jersey hiked all the way above her waist again.
She was smiling.
“ANYthing, Daddy.”
And then she was gone.
(To be continued…)