My wife and I were still together more out of convenience than anything else. For the last five years, maybe a bit longer than that, we played a loving couple; however, that wasn't the case. I did love her, and still do, in fact. She gave me a wonderful daughter and a house filled with memories. We raised our daughter in a loving household, one shared with laughter and love. We did not engage in any arguments in Shelby's presence, nor did we have any disputes in her presence.

We made sure our arguments were left for later, when we were in our bedroom away from our daughter. I grew up in an unloving home, where fights and arguments happened whenever. I didn't want the same for Shelby. I wanted to make sure she knew love and how a marriage was supposed to be.

Getting ready for bed, I looked at my wife, the lady I pledged to cherish and to love, and wondered what happened to us. Why we were so close, yet so far away. I knew it didn't just appear one day. We started going downhill gradually, but I couldn't pinpoint exactly when.

I sat on the bed, my hands holding my head, just thinking how I wish we could start all over. To go back in time and fix whatever it was that pushed us apart. But at last, I know that there isn't any way I could change anything.

A noise sounded in the distance, an unfamiliar cry. Standing up, I left my room, my body taking me towards the strange noise. It was Shelby's room where the cry came from. Her door was partially opened, and I peeked in. Shelby, the light of my life, was lying on her pink comfort. She was naked, her legs spread apart, her smallish boobs bouncing. Her hands skating around her body, pinching her nipples, slapping her clit.

My cock was rising, my breath caught, and I couldn't tear myself from the exquisite vision before me. I knew she wasn't a virgin, especially since she was 19. But seeing her sexually was a punch in the gut.

Her eyes were closed, her black hair fanned out on the pillow. Her soft yet tanned-skinned hands pulling her bottom lips apart. Her pink heat, opened and bared to me, was a warm invitation for things yet to come. Shelby ran a hand along her folds, an illicit moan telling me she was enjoying herself.

I was transfixed; my eyes zoomed onto her luscious curves. The swell of her breasts, the dark areolas, and the inflexible nipples. Her stomach dipped down, her waist firm and small. Then lower, to where her hands were bringing excitement and joy.

Shelby was a vision of lust, a vision of pure, unadulterated lust. She could bring a man to his knees, and if it wasn't for the doorjamb, I would have fallen to mine.

I watched as a finger disappeared, falling prey to her heat. It brought Shelby higher, her moans louder as the finger became two. She worked both fingers in her pussy, a slow build-up of promises to come.

My cock was straining against my boxers, the mushroomed head peeking out the top. My hands itched to touch myself, to grab ahold of it and bring myself to a climax alongside Shelby. I held off, waiting to see what she would do. Waiting to see if her eyes would open up and see me. To beckon me in and join her.

Her eyes remained closed, although her mouth opened, eliciting more coos as her fingers worked their magic. Her fingers remained playing their slow rhythm, drumming their way to her crescendo. It was hot; the picture of an untouchable object lay out in front of me.

She was a goddess, one laid out on a pedestal. She was there for all to see, even if I was the only person near her. Her body on display, so close yet so far away. My fingers itched to touch her, to help her deliver a tidal wave that lay under the surface.

Her legs parted more; another finger was added to the mix. Her pussy was stretched, her essence dribbling down as her fingers worked her. My tongue fell out, and I swore I could taste her exotic juice. I could smell it, the floral scent penetrating my nose. My stomach growled, wanting to eat, to taste, to lick. Nevertheless, my hands remained holding me back.

I blinked, my mind taking a mental picture of her, one that would stay in the forefront. I kept my eyes shut, letting the smell of her and the sounds creeping out of her perfect mouth penetrate me. I could hear her wetness, the sound of her fingers taking her. I could picture skin-on-skin contact. The sweat of two bodies running together.

Opening my eyes back up, I watched in awe as her hand moved a bit faster. The sound of slurping as her soaked fingers pushed into her and pulled almost out, drawing my cock to beat against my stomach. She purred as her chest rose and fell, matching the expert fingering.

I needed her to go faster, to make her hand slap against her wet pussy. My body ached for the sound of flesh smacking flesh. To feel my cock sliding deep inside her young pussy. My hands itched with wanton abandon, needing to explore the uncharted curves of her.

Her free hand held her pussy lips aside, her bean hanging all alone. It swung like a pendulum, begging and asking to be sucked. Her juices coated it; a slimy film shrouded it. I was mesmerized as it swung, my eyes going back and forth, the momentum carrying me with it. My tongue begged me to taste it—to lick it.

Shelby's moans were increasing, her fingers rutting inside her pussy. With every push forward, a hum and a clapping sound bring my attention to the wet heat. Some of her sweet nectar ran out, a pool of it forming near her chocolate puckered hole.

Shelby was fascinating to watch. She took what she wanted, at her own speed, for her own pleasure. It was the sexiest thing I had ever seen. My body was heated from the inside out, and I could imagine her body felt the same way. She ignited the fire within. And the more her fingers worked, the hotter I became.

I watched her fingers work quicker, each slam against her core making my cock jump. It longed to be in her, to be the one who elicited the cries from her. My cock was jealous. Jealous of her fingers, her hand, her mind.

Her tits bounced harder, being in sync with her hands. Her nipples were daggers, the hard peaks begging for my mouth. Begging for me to suck them harder, to suck them with pressure, to make them even harder. My lips almost felt as if something, her breasts, was inside them, my tongue licking and swirling the brown points.

I watched Shelby's hand as it went faster. She was getting close to her orgasm, and even though I wanted her to be free to express herself in her own room, my legs stood frozen. I argued with myself, but standing there watching her won out. My feet stayed planted as I ignored the angel on my shoulder to let her be.

Shelby's purrs turned into grunts, her breathing making her chest rise and fall quickly. Her hands rapidly fucked her, and she threw her head back and screamed softly. Her hand was damn near inside her drenched cunt, and I stood in amazement as she squirted her juices on the bed. I had never seen that happen before and wondered if I could make her squirt.

I watched my daughter come down from her climax, my eyes trained on her body. She slowly removed her hand, her fingers slick with her moisture. She cleaned them using her mouth, her saliva and essence trailing down her chin. My cock was going crazy in my boxers; it was jumping around, wishing it was in her mouth instead of her fingers.

Shelby moved, her body sitting up and looking at me. Her brown eyes shimmering, staring at me with a hint of lust in them. She smiled widely, a glow taking up residence on her beautiful face. My body wanted to take what she was offering, but I was quickly filled with shame as I turned my back on her.