Every story has a beginning. This one started at the dinner table one Friday night.
Like any normal family dinner we sat around joking and talking about our plans for the night.
My son David, who is 17, was planning to sit in his room and play video games. Which he does every night. My wife and I both worry about the fact that he’d rather play games online than go out and spend time with friends or date. Which is a shame because at 6’1, and 180 lbs he’s actually a pretty good-looking kid.
My daughters are the exact opposite of their brother, they are both very social.
Michelle, who’s nicknamed Mika, is our 16-year-old (almost 17) adopted daughter. Right before David was conceived my wife was misinformed that she was sterile, so we got on a list to adopt a baby from China. A few weeks later Lisa found out she was pregnant. We told everyone, except the adoption agency. Right after David was born we got word that there was a baby for us. We couldn’t say no. We went to China to pick-up our latest bundle of joy, Michelle. She was a quiet child, that was until she reached her early teens when she became a wild child. She’s 5’0, 103lbs, long black hair and is very petite. She knows she’s sexy and knows she drives boys crazy, much like Tiffany, our other daughter (who we conceived in China) and her partner in crime.
Tiffany, who just turned 16, is just as wild as her sister. She’s 5’5, 115lbs, 34b-24-36 and has long brown hair. Over the last few months she had lost a lot of weight and loves to wear clothes that allow her to flaunt her newly toned body. Lately she’s been wearing short-shorts around the house no matter what the weather's like outside.
Tonight the two of then were either planning to meet some friends for a movie or check out the “lame” dance (their words not mine) at the school.
My wife Lisa and I were going to sit home and do our usual Friday night routine, watch whatever movie we rented from Blockbuster.
I guess you could say our relationship had fallen into the routine column. Don’t get me wrong there’s nothing wrong with our marriage, but lately things have just gotten stale. Unlike some of my friend’s wives she has not let herself go. At 41 she still looks as good as the day I met her. She’s 5’4, 120 lbs, long brown hair, beautiful 34D breasts and an amazing ass.
For those of you who are wondering, my name is Mike. I’m also 41. I’m 6’1, 230lbs, black hair and a muscular build. I’m a very successful consultant and have been able to amply provide for my family.
This is the story of how my wife and I broke out of our rut and got our groove back.
After the girls left for the movies or dance and David went upstairs to play video games I walked over to the DVD player and started to put the movie in. Before I could press open the phone rang.
“I’ll get it,” Lisa yelled from the kitchen.
I could hear her pick it up and make some small talk before yelling, “It’s for you.”
I placed the DVD on top of the player and walked into the kitchen. Lisa was finishing washing dishes and the phone laid on the counter next to her. “It’s Greg,” she said as I picked it up.
Greg Smith aka Smitty was one of my oldest friends. We met back in the fall of 1987 when the University of Michigan randomly paired us as roommates. We clicked immediately. We both loved the same kind of music. Had similar life experiences. And most importantly we were both video game addicts. We did everything together. We both majored in advertising. Joined the same fraternity. His girlfriend and later wife introduced me to Lisa. Right after college we both moved to Los Angeles to pursue our dreams. We ended up buying houses less than three miles away from each other.
We thought we were going to be best friends forever. But then life got in the way and we went in different directions. We went from hanging out every weekend, to every other weekend to once a month, to every few months and eventually dwindling down to once a year. But every time we see each other it feels like no time has past. I guess that’s how you can tell if a friendship is real.
“Hey man,” I said into the phone. “What’s up?”
“Not much man,” he replied. “You want to come over and hang, got the house to myself.”
“Let me ask the boss,” I said laughing.
I then turned to Lisa and asked, “Mind if I get a rain check on movie night?”
“Sure,” she said with a smile.
“I’ll be there in ten minutes,” I said before hanging-up.
Lisa turned to me and asked, “Does he still sound depressed?”
I thought about it for a minute and said, “Nope. He didn’t sound sad at all. I’ll ask him if he’s moved on.”
Lisa glared at me and said, “Don’t you dare. Let him bring it up if he wants to talk about it.”
I feel the need to point out that Greg’s wife died 10 months ago. One minute she was paying bills on the Internet, the next she was slumped over dead. The cause was a brain aneurism. Greg felt extra guilty over her death over their last words. He wished they were how much he loved her, instead they were a fight over Hannah’s, their then 16-year-old (now 17) daughter's lack of financial responsibility.
As I was walking out the door, Lisa walked over, kissed me on the cheek and said, “Have fun, but not that much fun.”
That was her way of telling me not to drink too much.
“No worries,” I replied.
I then walked out, got in my car and drove the short three miles to his house. Of course there was no parking on his street and I was forced to park a few blocks down. As I finally made it to his house I saw his daughter Hannah walking out. She had grown-up since the last time I saw her at her mom’s funeral. She probably stood around 5’7, had dyed blond hair, smallish tits and an awesome ass that looked spectacular in her tight jeans. Before I could say hello she jumped into a boy’s car and sped off into the night.
As I walked to the door all I could think of was Hannah naked, bent over wiggling her ass at me as I put my cock in her pussy. Before I could get lost in my day dream Greg yelled from his door, “Dude, pick up the pace the beer's getting warm.”
I hurried in and we began to catch-up. The first hour was spent talking about life back in the day. The second was all small talk. I talked about how well Lisa’s catering business was doing. How my son was a video game addict and chronic masturbator.
“Like father like son,” he said.
We both cracked-up at that.
He grabbed a couple more beers. I caught him up on my daughters. He caught me up on Hannah. I then said, “I can’t believe you let her go out with a boy who drives a sports car.”
“When the fuck did you become a prude?” he asked.
“As soon as I had two daughters of my own,” I said.
“Since the beginning of time there were teenage daughters and teenage boys who want to fuck them,” he said.
“And fathers of teenage girls who try to prevent that from happening,” I replied.
“And then there are fathers who don’t have to worry about that,” he said.
“What’s your secret?” I asked.
He stared at me for a second, thought about it and said, “Progressive parenting.”
“What does that mean?” I asked.
“It means, I’m going to grab us some more beers,” he said.
“Seriously, what does it mean?” I asked in pleading tone.
He looked at me and said, “You have to promise not to tell anyone.”
“I promise,” I said.
“I’m fucking Hannah,” he said.
“Hannah who?” I asked already knowing the answer.
“My daughter,” he said.
“Bullshit,” I replied.
“It’s fine if you don’t believe me but it’s true and it’s the best relationship in the world,” he said. “There’s no bond stronger then that of a father and a daughter, we’ve just taken it to the next level.”
“You’re fucking with me,” I said.
“You’re more then welcome to stay here and see it for yourself,” he said.
“Okay,” I replied. “I’m going to call your bluff.”
He looked at the clock. It read 11:45. He then looked back at me and said, “Go hide in my closet she’s going to be home soon.”
A few minutes later I was perched in his closet peeking through the cracks. I watched Greg climb naked into his bed. He picked up a book and started to read. I felt like a fool sitting in there and waiting for something that I was sure wasn’t going to happen. The clock crept to and past midnight and there was no Hannah. Soon Greg put his book down, turned off the light. I knew he was playing a joke on me. I was just going to get up and go. Before I could do that the lights went on and Hannah stood in his room.
“Sorry I’m late daddy,” she said.
“Did you have a good time?” he asked.
“Yes,” she replied.
“What did you do?” he asked.
“We went to dinner,” she said. “After that we went to Joe’s dad’s. We had the place to ourselves.”
I noticed that as she was telling him all this she was seductively taking off her clothes.
“As we kissed his hands were all over me,” she said as she pinched her erect nipples. “He told me how bad he wanted to fuck me. That if we didn’t he’d explode. And you know what I told him?”
“Tell me baby,” Greg said as he whipped off the covers to reveal that he was stroking his cock.
“I said no,” she yelled right before jumping onto the bed.
“You little cock tease,” Greg said.
She then leaned down and started sucking his cock.
Mine was getting hard. I really wanted to start stroking it, but I didn’t want my cum to stain any of the clothes that surrounded me. I continued to stare as Hannah’s tongue licked every inch of her dad’s cock. I couldn’t believe what I was watching.
She then took a break from sucking his cock and started kissing him. He whispered in her ear. She then looked at the closet. I could swear our eyes locked on each other. She kissed her father again, got off the bed and walked to the closet. She opened the door and stood directly in front of me. Her hands started rubbing her glistening shaved pussy. I sat there in awe as her fingers circled her clit. Then without invitation I moved her hand away and inserted my fingers into her soaking wet love box. She started moaning. I knew she didn’t want me to stop so I increased the speed of my finger. Her moans got louder.
Greg stroked his cock as he watched me finger fuck his daughter.
Hannah looked down toward me and moaned, “Stand-up Mr. Katz.”
I did. She then grabbed the fingers that were exploring her pussy and tasted her juices off of them. After she licked them clean she leaned over kissed me passionately before whispering, “Do you want to fuck me?”
“Yes,” I said.
She grabbed me by the hand and led me over to the bed. She kissed me again. Her hands were unbuttoning my pants and setting my cock free. She looked down at my hard 9-inch long cock, smiled and said, “Oh my!”
“That’s why we called him Meat back in college,” Greg said as his daughter got on her knees and put my large cock into her mouth.
“When was the last time you had a teenage hottie give you a BJ?" Greg asked before maneuvering himself onto the floor and placing his face right under his daughter's pussy.
This was just like the old days when Greg and I would pick-up a girl and take them back to the frat house and double-team them. The only difference between then and now was double-teaming his daughter was much hotter.
Soon she took a break from sucking my cock, looked up at me and sweetly asked, “Do you want to fuck me?”
“Yes,” I said without hesitation.
Greg sat on the bed against the wall. Hannah climbed between his legs and began to suck his cock. She perched her ass in the air. I climbed behind her and vigorously started fucking her. I wanted this moment to last forever, but my body had other plans. As that familiar feeling of pleasure whisked through my cock I started thinking to myself that I should have gone slower and savored the moment. It had been weeks since my cock had come into contact with pussy that I lost all control and all I could do was pound her vag as if it was the last one on Earth. Which led me to the moment where I shot my load deep into Hannah’s tight pussy. That’s when the guilt set in.
She looked back at me, smiled and said, “I was hoping you’d last longer.” She then climbed onto Greg’s cock and started riding.
As much as I wanted to stay and watch I was sick to my stomach. This was one of the greatest things that ever happened to me, it was also the first time I ever cheated on my wife.
I went and grabbed my clothes off the floor, and as I put them on I watched Greg fuck the shit out of his daughter.
“Daddy, fuck me harder,” she screamed.
My cock was getting hard again. I really wanted to rip my clothes off and rejoin the party. But if I didn’t leave now I’d probably never would.
As I walked home all I could think of how bad I wanted what Greg had. It consumed my every thought. I started imaging Mika and Tiffany sucking my cock while I licked their pussies. My cock came back to life and started growing in my pants. I started running home so I could take a shower and take care of business.
When I got back to my house I quietly opened the door, took my shoes off before entering and tiptoed inside. I heard the sound of the TV from the family room. I went to peek to see if it was Lisa. I was hoping it wasn’t, the last thing I wanted to do was talk to her. Thankfully it was Tiffany.
She sat on the couch wearing shorts and a tank top. An infomercial played on the TV as she swirled her hair and talked on the phone.
“I know,” she said. “I think my new nickname for Ronnie is minuteman. Yeah it was barely in before he popped.”
I was stunned. I thought I would freak out knowing about my daughter's sex life. Instead I was turned on. I quietly slid out of my pants and started stroking my hard cock as she talked to her friend about blowjobs. While they were discussing technique something inside me snapped. I didn’t care about consequences I had to do more than jerk-off. I had to have what Greg had.
I walked into the family room stroking my massive cock. I walked up behind her and said with a stern tone, “Hang up the phone now.”
Before she turned around she told her friend on the other end, “I’ll call you back in a min, let me deal with my dad.”
She hung-up. Turned to face me and appeared to be in shock as she watched me stroke my enlarged penis. Before she could say anything I moved closer, grabbed her by the back of her head and quietly said, “Blow me.”
She looked nervous as I slowly moved her closer to my junk. She grabbed it with her hand and started stroking. Was this her way of telling me that what I was doing was okay? As her hand cradled my balls I closed my eyes and let out a moan as her lips made first contact with my cock.
“Do that thing you were describing to your friend,” I said in a demanding tone.
She then did this thing with tongue that sent shivers down my spine. She looked up at me and smiled as I did that. I let the back of her head go. She stopped sucking my cock for a minute and said, “Daddy your big cock is making me so wet.”
She then stood-up, slid off her clothes and started playing with her shaved pussy. I laid on the floor. She walked over, sat on my face and resumed sucking my cock. I started exploring her love box with my tongue and fingers. I started rubbing and sucking her clit. She started squirming as I did that and that caused me to rub it and suck it faster. She then started quivering and stopped paying attention to my cock. So I then stopped paying attention to her.
“Don’t you dare stop,” she squealed.
“You did,” I replied.
Almost immediately she made by hard pecker her plaything. As it slid in and out of her mouth I was amazed at her technique. Lisa could definitely learn a thing or two from our youngest daughter. As she did her thing with her mouth I went back to paying attention to her pussy.
As my tongue and fingers focused on her enlarged clit she once again started quivering. I started working it faster and faster until she took her mouth off my cock and screamed, “I’m cumming.”
“Shhhh,” I whispered.
From upstairs Lisa yelled, “Is everything okay?”
“Yes Mom, just watching a scary movie,” Tiff yelled back.
As she got off my face and stood over me, I looked at her and said, “That was a close call, we should quit while we’re ahead.”
She crossed her arms as she got a pouty look on her face and said, “But Daddy you’ve always said that we should never quit anything.”
She then flashed a wicked smile before squatting down and sitting on my cock. She didn’t give me a chance to say no before she started riding me. To make sure that her moans wouldn’t bring the unwanted attention of my wife I covered her mouth with my hand. With every thrust she lightly bit my fingers. I took my free hand and slapped her ass; this caused her to bite harder. I removed my hand from her mouth and used both of them to slap each ass cheek hard.
She whispered, “Do that again Daddy.”
I did. And this caused her to bounce harder on my cock. In all of my years of being sexually active I never had someone ride it to the point I thought it was going to break. However, I’m pretty sure if I didn’t make her stop Tiffany would have been the one do just that.
A few moments later she got off my cock, walked over to the couch, got on her knees with her back toward me and leaned forward. I couldn’t believe how spectacular Tiff’s ass looked.
I got up and walked toward her. Bent down to lick her pussy and kiss every inch of her gorgeous ass before putting my cock back in. I started thrusting faster and faster. I covered her mouth with my hand to once again to muffle her moans.
As she lightly bit my hand my cock started to pulse. My thrusts got faster and then I exploded into my daughter's sweet pussy. The moment my cum filled Tiffany guilt flooded and filled my mind. The rational side of me had taken over, leaving me to wonder what just transpired.
I couldn’t even look her in the eye as I gathered my clothes. I felt gross and disgusted by my actions. How would I even be able to live in the same house as her? Would Lisa know something happened? Would she be able to sense it?
Greg was so lucky about the bubble he lived in, where his actions only affected him and his daughter. In my mind mine just destroyed my family.
I could feel Tiff’s gaze on me as I walked out of the family room. I could sense that she wanted to talk about it. I couldn’t bear for her to tell me what happened was okay. I just continued to walk to my room.
I quietly opened the door and saw Lisa sleeping peacefully on the bed. She looked so beautiful. Seeing this made me start crying.
She woke-up and said, “What’s wrong?”
Instead of lying I told her everything. Told her about Greg and his daughter. Me and our daughter. She just sat there and stared as I told her about the transgressions of the evening. After I finished I looked at her expecting to see her fuming with anger. Instead she looked relieved.
“Aren’t you mad?” I asked.
“No,” she said. “We have a lot to talk about.”
She then took off her nightgown, and started playing with her pussy as she said, “Tell me everything that happened. Don’t leave out a thing and when you’re done I’ll tell you a story.”
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