Awakened from a sound sleep in the middle of the night, a man has an experience he never could have seen coming.
I woke groggily, blinking my eyes in the almost pitch black bedroom as my wife climbed carefully into bed with me. It took me a minute to remember why that was a bad thing.
“Cyn?” I yawned and stretched. “I thought you were on shift? What's wrong?”
“Shhh...” she hushed me, laying her fingertip gently across my lips. She snuggled in closer, laying her head on my biceps, her hand trailing down between us. My eyes widened as I felt her taking hold of me and gently starting to stroke. Something was definitely up, but damn if I was going to object! Maybe I'd gotten my days wrong, and she hadn't been at the hospital tonight after all, but had gone out drinking with her girlfriends instead? It had to be something like that; I could barely even remember the last time she'd been the one to initiate sex, and she hardly ever responded to my attempts anymore unless she'd gotten herself good and liquored up first. Whatever the cause, I was just thanking my lucky stars and trying not to do anything that would mess it up!
She turned herself around in my arms, backing her ass into my crotch and grinding against me. I wrapped the arm she was laying on loosely around her neck the way she used to like, taking hold of her breast, my other reaching down and around to rub my fingertips over her clit. She must have gone to the bathroom to shave when she'd gotten home, the smooth, tight skin feeling incredible under my palm. I guess at least some things never change, because she mewled appreciatively, reaching down to angle me into place, gasping and trembling adorably as she eased me between her lips. She was already so wet, just like she used to get when we first got together... I pushed in, slowly but firmly, just like she used to enjoy so much. She clutched at my wrists, gasping and moaning as I slowly gave her all eight inches. God, she felt tight tonight! So much tighter than I remembered! But I guess that's what happens when it's been months since the last time.
I gave her a moment to adjust, grinding myself hard against her ass, stretching her as deep as I could reach. She was whimpering adorably, just like she used to do so long ago, when she was still getting used to my size. I started to thrust, gently at first but gradually growing more forceful, nuzzling through her long, soft hair, kissing her shoulders, back, and neck. She was rocking her hips, letting out the cutest little gasps every time I bottomed out in her. I was trying to be careful, so the sound of my hips impacting against her round little ass wouldn't wake our daughter Megan in her room next door, but there's only so much a guy can be expected to resist! And after the first time she came, wailing and whimpering into the night without a care, there no longer seemed to be much point. I tightened my grip on her breast, readjusted my other hand to hold her more firmly in place, and really started giving it to her hard. She moaned and trembled, holding tighter to my wrists, encouraging me to more and more. She came three more times, which I was sure had to be our personal record, at least in the last ten years, before I was ready to join her. I held off as long as I possibly could, knowing how it would intensify my release, but I just couldn't resist that tight, clenching little pussy for a single second more! I groaned loudly, my hips jerking, and she squealed with one last, strongest orgasm of her own as she felt my cum shooting up inside her. I held her tight long after we'd finished, neither of us daring to move for risk of the too-intense tremors it caused when we tried. She pulled herself off eventually, twisting back around in my arms once again, giving me a long, slow kiss on my lips.
“Thank you, Daddy!” she purred, low and sexy, in a voice I knew far, far too well, but not the one I had been expecting.
“Meg?” I gasped, flailing at my bedside lamp. She blinked blindly in the sudden light, shielding her eyes, but it was her; my own teenage daughter, who had just tricked me into fucking her!
“Don't be mad, okay Daddy?” she smiled sheepishly, biting her lip. “I can explain!”
“Explain?” I shook my head angrily, my mind running a million miles a minute, unable to believe what I'd just done. “How in all the levels of hell do you think you can explain what you just did? What you just made me do?”
“I had to, Daddy! It was the only way!” she said, her lower lip trembling at the tone of my voice and the look in my eye. “You never would have said yes any other way! I had to show you!”
“Show me?” I demanded. “Show me what, God dammit?”
“Show me how much you need me! Show you how much better I can be for you than Mom! I know what she's been doing, how she's been treating you. I swear, Daddy, I will never do that to you! Not ever! Please, you have to give me a chance to prove it to you!”
“Megan, what in the ever-living fuck are you even talking about?” I asked in exasperation, utterly unable to even follow the meaning of what she was saying. What Cyndi had been doing to me? What did she even mean? Cyndi hadn't been doing anything to me—if anything, that was the problem.
“How long has it been?” she asked quietly, tears welling in her eyes as she lowered them to my chest, unable to meet my gaze. “How long, since she actually let you do what I just did? And before you answer, remember; my bedroom is right next door, and the walls in this old house aren't half as thick as they should be. I'll tell you, Daddy; it's been three and a half months. Not since your birthday. And before that, it was another four. She wouldn't even do you on Valentine's day! It was all the way back at New Year's, when she almost passed out drunk. Do you remember?”
“I remember,” I sighed. “But why do you remember, sweetie? What are you doing paying this much attention to when your mom and I do or do not have sex?”
“Because she can't do this to you!” she wailed, finally looking up at me again as the tears started to fall. “It isn't fair! She's using you, and it just isn't fair! You deserve someone who wants to take care of you the way you deserve! Like I do, Daddy! Please! I want you to be with me, not her! She's made her choices. She had you, she had the best man in the whole world all to herself, and she's gone and thrown you away! She doesn't deserve you anymore! Not like I do! Please, Daddy, I swear! I will never, ever say no to you the way she does! You can have me any time you like, I promise! Just pick me, Daddy! Please, pick me!”
“Oh, sweetie,” I broke down, pulling her into my arms and holding her tight as she started to sob, unable to maintain my anger in the face of the desperation in her eyes and voice. “Baby, you're my daughter... we can't!”
“I don't care, Daddy!” she blubbered against my chest. “I don't care about that! I love you! I love you, Daddy! Please!”
“I love you too, sweetie, you know I do!” I stroked my hands up and down her back. Her slender, naked, unbelievably sexy little back... God, how had I ever not realized it was Megan I was in bed with, not her mother? “But do you realize what you're asking, here? Do you really want me to just... what, divorce her, and be with you instead?”
“Exactly!” she nodded her head vigorously, tilting back to look up at me again. “I know I won't be able to marry you, Daddy, not legally... but that's just a piece of paper! I want to be your wife in every way that actually matters! In every way, Daddy! Way better than what Mom's been doing! I even want to have your babies for you, as long as you want that too!” She lowered her eyes, the tears still flowing, but now smiling shyly. “It's not actually all that big a deal, you know, us being related. I've looked into it online. I could totally have your babies for you, if you'll let me.”
“Baby, I...” I began, but she interrupted me with a finger across my lips.
“You don't have to answer right away, Daddy. I know this is all a real big shock, coming at you out of the blue like this,” she looked me in my eyes again, and I gently wiped a tear from her cheek with my thumb, making her smile. “I've had months to think about this, and to make up my mind what I wanted to do. And then even more months, working up the courage to actually go through with it! It wouldn't be fair to expect you to decide right away, and not being fair to you is what Mom's been doing, not me! But while you're making up your mind... I really, really hope you'll keep having sex with me, Daddy!”
“You do?” I asked, shocked despite myself. I really should have seen that coming, given everything she'd already done, but somehow it still came as a surprise.
“Totally!” she giggled, blushing cutely. “I knew you'd be good, Daddy... but you were so much better than I ever could have dreamed! I'm so, so glad you were my first! I want you to be my only, Daddy! I want to keep having sex with you, and only you, forever!”
“I was your first?” I blanched. I should have known that, too—Megan and I had always been really close, so of course she would have told me if she'd been with a boy before, but I hadn't put it together in my mind until she said it. “Oh my God, baby! I did you the same way I would have done your Mom! Did I hurt you? I would have been so much gentler, if I'd known I was taking your virginity!”
“No, Daddy, it's fine!” she claimed, but she'd never been able to lie to me, and she wasn't starting now.
“The truth, baby,” I admonished. “What you're asking for... whatever I think about the idea, there's no way in hell it's ever going to work if we don't tell each other the truth.”
“Ummm... it hurt a little,” she admitted, shyly looking down again. “Maybe... maybe even a little more than just a little. But it's okay, Daddy. I know it's my own fault, for doing it the way I did. And it got lots better, once I got used to it. By about half way through, it was hardly even hurting at all anymore. And the orgasms you made me have more than made up for it, anyways!”
“Oh, sweetie,” I sighed, shaking my head. “I am so sorry I hurt you like that.”
“It's okay, Daddy, I told you,” she smiled, softly kissing my chest. “But, uhh...”
“What is it, baby?” I asked, gently stroking my fingers through her hair.
“Well... I was just thinking,” she smiled shyly. “Since I am still a little sore down there... do you think maybe I could try giving you a blowjob next, instead?”
“A blowjob?” I laughed. I couldn't help it; a loud, rolling belly laugh, shaking her in my arms.
“Is that a yes, Daddy?” she giggled, nuzzling into my chest. “Cause unless you tell me otherwise, I'm gonna take that as a yes!”
She started sliding down under the covers... and God help me, I flipped them aside so I could watch, rolling to my back. My God, she was beautiful; even more than her mother had been at that age! And as she gently, playfully began kissing my spent, cum-covered cock, working to get me hard again, I knew. Maybe not the details, those I still needed to work out, to figure out the timing and the best way to go about it. But I was going to do it. I was done dealing with Cyndi's constant refusals, done feeling like a second-class citizen in my own home, done feeling like a beggar in my own bed! I was finally going to divorce the frigid bitch, and take Megan for my own instead! My beautiful, perfect daughter... my lover, my salvation. God only knew what I possibly could have done to deserve perfection like her... but we would make this work! I owed it to her, and I would be damned if I would let anything or anyone—and most especially my cold-blooded, soon-to-be-ex-wife—stand in our way!