CHAPTER 1
"Daddy's girl. She was always Daddy's girl. I spent nine months nurturing her with my body - thanks for your small contribution, by the way - then gave her my milk, changed her nappies, helped her through her periods, and she was still Daddy's girl!"
That was my wife, as you might guess.
"She can twist you round her little finger! Well, you'll neither of you have me to look after you, so I hope it works out. You might notice how much housework there is, without me."
She softened.
"Seriously, I hope you both find partners. It was OK for a while, but I had to move on, and Grant is the man I need now."
As far as divorces go, it had been amicable. She had found someone else and moved out, leaving me and our daughter Liana in the house. Liana had come back after university and had also moved on quite a bit.
By which I mean she was a confident woman, and (how shall I put it?) sexually active. I knew of at least three boyfriends in the past, and suspected there had been more at university. I think she was seeing someone, though I didn't know who, and he never came round.
And very attractive. Probably at the peak of her sexual desirability.
So sometimes when she was around in skimpy clothes, it was more than fatherly pride I felt.
She even hugged me once and felt my erection.
"Oh Daddy!" she said, "Is that for me?"
"I just need a pee," I blustered.
"It's all right, Dad," she said, kissing me.
"I'm glad to know you can still get it up, and I hope you find another woman to use it on!"
A bit later the same day, she was serious as we sat on the sofa together.
"Look, Dad. I love you, and I enjoy sex, but you know you're the one man in the world I can't have sex with. I'm sure you wouldn't want incest either. But you like women, and I think I'm quite attractive, so your cock doesn't know any better. I don't mind, I really don't, so don't be ashamed."
She added "Obviously, don't wave it at me! But if it happens, it happens. And if you think of me when you have a wank, then I'd be quite pleased, really."
We didn't say anything more, and though I tried to concentrate on porn, I did think of her actually. Fucking my own daughter!
Not that I wanted to, really. It would be wrong, but that's what made the idea so exciting.
Well, that was that sorted. We had other things to consider. Mainly what my wife had done, which was now up to us.
'Us' mainly turned out to be me. Round her little finger!
Still, she was my beautiful daughter, enjoying her job, her friends and life in general. Which was all I wanted, really, and I was so glad to be around every day. I didn't mind doing the housework while she was out most evenings. I did most of the shopping, though obviously she got her own clothes, and sometimes bought food or other things she fancied.
She made sure I was decently turned out for work and told me when I needed a haircut.
She told me funny things or who had exasperated her at work, and what she was up to with her boyfriend - not the sex, of course, just as friends.
I guess there had been some hesitation with me around, but eventually she asked if I would mind him coming round. (For sex, though she didn't say that.) I told her it was her home, and it had been OK before, when her Mum was still around.
"Yeah, but that was when you had each other to cuddle. Wouldn't it disturb you?"
Well, it probably would, but I said no, of course not. She must get on with her life, and pretend I wasn't there.
To her credit, she did, and I was glad to hear her happiness sometimes, or meet a naked man on the landing in the night.
CHAPTER 2
It turned out to be more than one boyfriend. There were three I knew of who visited, but I suspect there may have been others whom she never brought home. A bit different from our day, but that's how it is, I guess.
I hoped she'd settle down some day, so misunderstood when she said something to me.
"I wish I had husband just like you, Daddy."
"That's nice of you darling. I'm sure you'll find the right man soon. I mean, your mum and me had a over twenty years together, and of course we had you. It was good while it lasted, but maybe that's the way it is today, everything doesn't have to be for life."
"You were a cuckold, right, Dad?"
I blushed.
"Technically yes, but I don't think people use that word today. It's a bit old-fashioned."
"Oh, but they do! There's a whole thing called the cuckold lifestyle, and that's what I really fancy."
I was puzzled.
"You mean you want a husband to be unfaithful to?"
She kissed me.
"Oh, yes, Daddy, I do, I do!"
She looked at me seriously.
"But Mum didn't tell you she was screwing someone else, did she? That's just adultery. In the cuckold lifestyle, that's the whole point. She does tell him. Goes off and screws then comes back and tells him all the juicy details. Sometimes she makes him watch!"
I guess I was frowning.
"So that's why you have more than one boyfriend, to make the others jealous?"
"No, it doesn't work. They know I screw around and don't mind at all. I can't stop them having other girls, so it's not at all like a husband."
I laughed.
"Well, I'm sorry, darling. I don't think there's any way I could help you."
She went red, and spoke hesitantly.
"Actually, there is. I know if I wasn't your daughter you'd like to fuck me - no, don't deny it. I like the idea, but we're never going to do it. All I really need is for you want to, but not be able to."
"Don't say anything. But if you get it up when my boyfriend is here, I'd love to think you were jealous."
"I,..." I began
"No, I'm not expecting you to tell me, but I really hope you do, and give yourself a lovely wank."
Well, that wasn't difficult to manage. I didn't say anything, but I was sure she could tell by the satisfied look on her face as she looked at me when the latest boy had been persuaded to leave.
One evening she had a surprise for me.
"Daddy, Daddy! I want you to do something for me. It's really silly, but please, please, please do try it!"
She produced a package which contained a metal thing.
"This is a cock cage, and I'd like you to try it on. Not with me, just in private."
"Is this some kind of sex toy?" I asked, and she laughed.
"No, it's an anti-sex toy. When a man wears it, he can't have sex. I'll show you."
"Not on you, silly!" she added as I drew back in alarm.
"Just here. This cage goes on your cock when it's small and relaxed. This ring goes behind your balls, and they join together like this. Then this padlock goes on it. When it's on, you can't get it up, no matter how much you want. You have to be unlocked. It's used in sex games where the woman has the key. All I want to do is to try wearing it and see how long you can last. Just at home, of course, and you'll have the key."
She was really blushing heavily.
"I'd really like to think of you wearing it. I know it's kinky, but what's the harm?"
I don't think I agreed, but later I found it on my bedside table along with some 'personal lubricant'.
I put it in the drawer.
Then lay in bed with a stiff cock thinking about the cage. Where's the sense in that?
About 2 a.m. I had to have a wank, and washed myself clean with a flannel and cold water. Then it was a mixture of annoying and intriguing until I finally got it right, and slipped the padlock through to secure it. I was just about to snap it shut when a thought occurred to me.
Suppose she had given me the wrong keys? That would be a sneaky trick!
I took the padlock off, and locked and unlocked it several times with both keys. I snapped it shut, and lay down. It was odd but not too bad. After a few minutes I decided I couldn't sleep in it, so took it off, rinsed it in the sink and wiped the lubricant off myself again.
I thought I wouldn't get to sleep, having strange thoughts, but the alarm annoyed me as usual.
Next time she went out, I put it on again, and wore it for an hour.
After a couple of weeks I could manage three hours, no trouble. Then one evening, as soon as she left, I put it on and waited till I heard her come home about 1 a.m.. I hadn't wanked that day, but when I took it off I had a really satisfying one.
Who would believe it? It
was
a sex toy - so nice when you stop!
CHAPTER 3
Next evening I had to tell her.
"Liana, darling, you know that sex cage thing?"
"Yes," she said, looking so eagerly at me that it was touching. Like giving her a present when she was hoping I'd bought the right doll.
"I tried it, as you asked, and it was all right."
Her face lit up.
"Really, how long did you last? An hour?"
"No, more than that. It was all the time you were out last night."
She looked stunned.
"But that was hours! Did you really? You were locked up all the time?"
"Yes. I only took it off when you got home."
"Oh my God! That's wonderful! I wish I'd known! Please tell me you'll do it again!"
I was embarrassed, but felt my cock stirring.
