At 42, Johnny still felt like he was in his prime—six feet tall, 225 pounds of muscle, and a body he worked hard to maintain. His small house-remodeling business kept him busy, but it also kept him in shape. He loved the work, loved the cars he collected, and yeah, he loved the attention he got from the babes. But all that took a backseat now. He was a married man, and his wife Joanie was the love of his life.

Joanie was out by the pool, her black bikini clinging to her like a second skin. At 38, she looked better than most women half her age. Five feet seven inches, 125 pounds, with curves that made his mouth water every time he looked at her. They’d been married for a year, and their love life was off the charts, dude. He couldn’t keep his hands off her. Fucking her hard was the best part of his life. She was everything he’d ever wanted in a woman.

But there was a wrinkle, and the wrinkle’s name was Kaley, Joanie’s daughter. Eighteen years old, with a body that could make a blind man see. Little bitch was a handful—skipping school, smoking weed, fucking every guy who looked her way, and talking back to Joanie like she was the one in charge. Johnny didn’t know what to do with her. She was hot as fuck but dangerous.

“Johnny, you coming in or what?” Joanie called from the pool, her voice teasing. She floated on her back with her dark hair fanning out in the water. Her eyes were sparkling with happiness.

“In a minute,” he replied, taking a long pull from his beer. He watched as Kaley emerged from the house, a towel slung low around her hips. Her red bikini top barely covered those damned tits that did not look like they belonged to an eighteen-year-old! She was a sight, no doubt. But she was also trouble. Trouble with a capital fucking T.

“Hey, Johnny,” she said, her voice dripping with fake sweetness. That was the voice that drew the boys. She plopped down on the lounge chair next to him. She crossed her legs in a way that was impossible to ignore. “Mom’s been bugging me about college applications again. Can you believe it?”

Johnny shrugged. “She’s just looking out for you, kid.”

Kaley rolled her eyes. “Looking out for me? She’s trying to control me. I’m eighteen. I can do what I want.”

“Sweetheart, eighteen’s still very young,” Johnny said, keeping his tone neutral. He didn’t want to get in the middle of this. Joanie and Kaley’s fights were legendary, and he’d learned early on to stay out of them.

Kaley sighed, her gaze drifting to the pool where the oblivious Joanie was now doing laps. “She doesn’t get it. I’m not like her. I don’t want to go to college and settle down and get married. I don’t wanna be old like you guys. I want to have fun with my life.”

Johnny raised an eyebrow. “Fun’s good, but you gotta think about the future too. You have a bright future if you play your cards right, Kaley.”

Kaley giggled. “The future? The future’s overrated, dude! Besides, I’m not the only one having fun. Look at you and Mom. You two are always all over each other.”

Johnny responded, “That’s different, Kaley. Your mom and I are so in love. In case you haven’t noticed, I fucking well love your mom. L-O-V-E!”

Kaley laughed, a low, husky sound that sent a shiver down his spine. “You’re pussy-whipped, dude!”

Suddenly uncomfortable, Johnny cleared his throat and said, “We love each other. You don’t love your boyfriends, Kaley. If you find one that you truly love, that’s when your real fun will begin.”

Kaley leaned closer. Her breath was warm on Johny’s ear. “You know, Johnny, I’ve seen the way you look at Mom. You’re obsessed with her. But you know what? I bet you’ve never had someone like me. I’m young! I’m way more fun. Promise!”

Johnny’s heart was racing in his chest. This was dangerous territory. Kaley was Joanie’s daughter, and she was off-limits. Waaaay fucking off-limits! But there was something about her, something so damned fresh and untamed!

“Kaley, you need to back off, sweetheart,” he said, his voice firm.

She shrugged, but her eyes held a challenge. “I’m just saying, if you ever get tired of playing house, you know where to find me. The welcome mat is out, old dude!”

Johnny watched as she got up and sashayed back toward the house. Her hips swayed with every step. Her ass in that bikini bottom looked like two cats fighting to escape! He took another swig of his beer, trying to shake off the tightness that had settled in his gut.

Later that night, as Johnny lay in bed with Joanie’s body pressed against his, he couldn’t stop thinking about Kaley’s words. Joanie’s hand trailed down his chest, her touch sending sparks through his body. She was everything he wanted, everything he needed. But Kaley’s challenge lingered in his mind, a dangerous temptation he couldn’t shake.

“You okay?” Joanie murmured, her lips brushing against his neck.

“Yeah,” he said, pulling her closer. “Just thinking.”

She smiled, her eyes soft in the dim light. “About what?”

“About how lucky I am,” he lied, kissing her deeply. He pushed Kaley from his mind, focusing on the woman in his arms. Joanie was his wife, his partner, his everything. She was the most perfect thing that had ever happened to him. And he wasn’t about to let anything—or anyone—come between them.

But a few weeks later, Joanie had to go out of town on a business trip. Johnny found himself alone with Kaley, and it was like walking a tightrope over a shark pool. She was everywhere he turned—flirting, teasing, pushing every boundary. He knew she could sense that his will was weakening.

And when Joanie’s suitcase disappeared into the trunk of her car, it was as if a switch had been flipped. Johnny knew he was toast.

One evening, after a long day of work, Johnny collapsed into his favorite chair with the TV blaring. He was bone tired. His muscles were aching from the physical labor of his workday. He didn’t even hear Kaley enter the room, didn’t notice until she was right beside him, her hand on his knee. Every time she touched him, his cock stood up.

“Johnny, can I talk to you?” she said, her voice low and sweet. It was the same tone she used when she was trying to wheedle money out of him.

He looked up. She was dressed in a tight tank top and shorts that were…well...really fucking short! Her skin was smooth and tanned from the summer sun. And her eyes sparkled with something that was definitely not innocence.

“What’s up, Kaley?” he asked, trying to keep his voice steady.

“I just wanted to thank you for being so good to me and Mom. You’re so much better than my real dad.”

Her hand slid higher, her thumb brushing against the growing bulge in his shorts. He swallowed hard, his body responding despite his better judgment. “Kaley, sweetheart, don’t—”

By that time, she was straddling him and kissing him in a way that was anything but daughterly. The kiss was hot and hungry, and her breasts pressed against his chest. He could feel his cock thicken and throb. And throb. And throb! Oh shit!

Her hands were everywhere, pulling at his clothes. And before he could think of a single reason why this was a terrible idea, she had his shirt off, and her mouth was everywhere. His hands found their way to her hips, gripping her tightly as she ground herself against him. This little bitch was eighteen?

The room spun as she slid off his lap, dropping to her knees in front of him. She looked up, her eyes dark with lust, and then she was unbuttoning his shorts, her hand closing around his cock.

“Kaley—” he began, but she cut him off by merely shaking her head.

“Shh,” she murmured, her tongue tracing the length of his shaft. “This is what I want, Johnny. Don’t even act like you don’t feel it too.”

Then she took him in her mouth, surrounding his cock with wetness. He felt the heat, the need, the forbidden thrill that had been building between them since day one. He pushed his cock against the back of her throat, making her gag and slobber.

He groaned, his eyes closing as she sucked him deep, her hands cupping his balls. He was lost in the sensation. His mind was in a haze as she worked him with a skill that he had never expected from a high-school junior.

He knew he should stop her, but he couldn’t. The feeling was just too good. She was just too fucking hot!

And when she finally stood, peeling off her own clothes to reveal the body he’d been dreaming of, he knew he was in too deep. She was naked before him, her skin glowing, her pussy wet and ready. And she was just fucking gorgeous!

“Take me, Johnny,” she breathed, her hand guiding his cock to her entrance. “Fuck me hard! Be my good-lovin’ daddy!”

With a growl, he obeyed, plunging into her tight, wet warmth. He fucked her hard and fast with the line between right and wrong blurring with every stroke.

Their bodies were a tangle of sweat and need. And their moans echoed through the house. And as he felt her tighten around him, her walls pulsing with the beginnings of her orgasm, Johnny knew he was giving Kaley the fucking of her young life. He’d had his fair share of women, but none of them had ever felt like this—like pure, red-hot passion.

Johnny had always thought of himself as a man of honor, a man who would never betray the wife he loved so deeply. But as he pounded into Kaley, all he could think about was how much he needed this—needed her.

Her nails dug into his back as she screamed his name, her legs tightening around his waist. He could feel the heat building in his own body, the tension coiling in his balls as he approached the edge. And then he was there, his climax crashing over him like a wave, filling her with his hot cum. He’d never felt so alive, so powerful, so utterly consumed by another person.

But as the aftershocks subsided, reality began to seep back in. He pulled out, his cock still hard and glistening. He stared down at Kaley. She was sprawled on the floor, her chest heaving with each breath. The look on her face was one of pure satisfaction, and for a moment, Johnny felt like the king of all creation.

“That was amazing,” she panted, a smug smile playing on her lips. “I knew you wanted it. I knew you couldn’t resist me. No one resists Kaley!”

Johnny didn’t bother to deny it. He knew he’d crossed a line. He knew that he’d betrayed Joanie in the worst possible way. But the ugly truth was, he didn’t care. Not at that moment. All he could think about was how good it felt to be inside Kaley, to feel her come apart in his arms.

They moved to the couch, their bodies entwined as they kissed. His hands roamed her young body. It was so firm everywhere. He explored every curve and crevice as she whispered filthy shit in his ear. It was like nothing he’d ever experienced before—pure passion.

And when she finally straddled him again, her pussy slick with their juices, he knew he was going to give her another round, even better than the first. He watched as she lowered herself onto him, her eyes wide with excitement. He knew she was a wild one, but he’d never seen her like this—so uninhibited, so eager, so fucking hot!

He filled her completely, her walls gripping him like a vise. And as they began to move together, he knew he’d never get enough of her. They fucked like animals, their bodies slapping together, her tits bouncing with every thrust. And when she came again with her body convulsing around him, he knew he’d never forget this moment!

But as the room grew still and their breathing returned to normal, the weight of what they’d done settled on his shoulders. He looked into her eyes, searching for regret, for some sign that she understood the gravity of their situation. But all he saw was sexual greed—and maybe a hint of triumph. What a little bitch!

He pulled her to him, kissing her deeply, trying to ignore the guilt that was already starting to gnaw at him. He knew he’d just set a fire that couldn’t be contained.

“Johnny,” she whispered, her voice thick with lust. “Can we do this again?”

As he kissed her back, he felt his cock begin to harden again. And he knew that he was in way over his head. But he also knew that he couldn’t say no. Johnny knew that the taste of Kaley was sweeter than anything he’d ever known. And now that he’d had it, he was going to crave it forever.

Johnny was toast.