(Inspired By Sam Mendes' American Beauty)
First thing's first, I want to stress the fact that regardless of what you read from here onwards, I love my wife, I love my daughter, and I would never do anything with the intent to hurt them... sometimes... sometimes we just make bad choices.
My name's James. I have a beautiful wife named Nicole and an even lovelier daughter named Sasha. We are what you would consider a happy family but like every family, once you push past the surface, what you'll find isn't pretty.
You see I and my wife reached our peak back when we were younger, when the world and our dreams seemed to have absolutely no limitation. She was...perfect, and I know almost every husband will say that about the love of his life, but I'm serious, she really is perfect!
It still baffles me how exactly she can be thin and thick at the same time. On the one hand she's toned, like something out of vogue, sculptured to excellence, and then she turns to the side and suddenly her ass curves in an almost obscene fashion.
But her physical qualities aside; she is a poet, a philosopher of her time, a woman who commands the attention of an entire room with a single glance and then proceeds to testify exactly why she and she alone deserves that attention. If she was ambitious enough, I'm convinced she would have literally ruled the world.
That's the public side of her.
Then comes the side only few men are worthy enough to see, the freak. The woman is an absolute slut in bed, and no, I don't mean that as an insult. There really is just no other way I can describe it. The way she talks, moves, what she does, what she's willing to do, it's the complete opposite of everything she as a black woman of the 21st Century has convinced the world she is.
In college, we fucked like rabbits in perpetual heat, she'd wake me up every morning with her mouth and wear me out every night with her ass. And you couldn't possibly say that she was doing it for me, fuck no, she just wanted it as bad as everyone else did... she was just honest about it.
The things we did in that dorm room were downright sinful, every fetish we could think of, BDSM, foot jobs, threesomes with her best friends, incest roleplay; name it, we've tried it at least once. It was bliss, to the say the least, but everything ends right.
Inevitably, I got her pregnant at 22. I mean what did we expect, right? I definitely could remember a handful of moments when the condoms had run out and we just said fuck it.
After the shock had passed, she told me straight up, abortion was not an option. You see her mom raised her completely on her own so her respect for parenthood was unwavering. Plus, I wasn't going anywhere, I'd always wanted a kid, someone who would look up to me, someone who I could nurture, protect. I felt like I would be good at that, loving someone with my very being.
Just like that, our lives were changed. She dropped out, and went to live with her mom. I finished my course and got a decent steady job.
When Sasha had turned three I finally had enough to buy a house in the suburbs, a good environment with a decent school and atmosphere that my daughter could grow up in.
And so, 16 years later here we are, one big happy family. More or less anyways...
Nicole and I drifted over the years. I guess I expected it, I couldn't have seriously thought that things would stay the same forever.
It started when she got pregnant, and the sex just completely stopped. Mostly because of circumstance, I wasn't gonna fuck her in her mother's house. Plus, uncharacteristically, she just wasn't into it anymore, hormones I guess.
Even after the baby finally came, we tried to stir ourselves up again, but between her going back to college and my going to work, we were just either too busy or too tired. Eventually we just silently gave up, and it was downhill from there.
Leading us to present day.
"Hi daddy!" My precious little girl said as she jumped up to give me a hug. At 19 she was still my baby, but 19 is a woman's age, I was reminded as I noticed the girl behind her.
"This is Nyla, a new classmate at school"
How... how can I describe her? The soul cause of all my worries, that subtle yet devious smile, those tempting eyes, those lips, that body. At six feet I towered over her, not to mention my bulk. If we were outside I'm pretty sure my shadow would quite literally eclipse her. Then there was that innocent look she had, you knew it was lie, but still you believed it; her small tits, her tiny arms, her fat ass, all coming together to form absolute trouble. She was...off limits! I guess that made me want her even more.
You see, Sasha was just as beautiful as her mother, so unsurprisingly she was part of the popular groups in school, and popular groups tend to be filled with beautiful people. So Nyla looking like that shouldn't be something that surprised me...but fuck she was stunning.
Actually now that I think about it, she looked a lot like my daughter, and acted a lot like my wife back in college. Not that I wanted to fuck my daughter, however, most women are attracted to guys who look like their dads, so I guess I'm not entirely in the wrong. Admittedly though, I did want to fuck my wife, and here was a girl who reminded me too much of the old Nicole.
"Hello sir," she said with a smile, a horribly evil smile.
"Uh... hi." I said, deer in headlights. I was prey and she had me in her sights.
Not to brag but I wasn't what you would consider a bad looking guy, how would you expect me to land a woman like my wife if I was.
I was always the guy the girls swooned over, and at 37 not much had changed. In fact I absolutely loved it when I picked up my daughter from school because the stares the soccer moms gave me were like cat nip for my ego. When you're in a catatonic relationship, you take all the love you can get, and married women in similarly unsatisfying relationships had more than enough love to give. Not that I would ever have an affair with them, I just liked the idea of a house wife sitting on her laundry machine while she thought about me.
I've always held loyalty paramount though...well, I guess until now.
"Dad, I'm gonna go upstairs and change"
"Uh...ok sweetie"
And there I was, thrown into the shark pit.
She just stared at me. Her eyes studying my physique while I stood there unsure of what to do. Sasha's friends used to linger while they were around the house, but definitely not like this.
"Uh...*cough*cough*...so...um what...uh...where are you from?"
"...around..."
She said while she slowly began to walk towards me, as I slowly backed away from her.
"How... how did you guys meet?"
"I said hi...she said hi."
She said while I backed into the fridge and she came in front of me.
"What...uh...wha"
"Can I suck it?"
"...s..suck...it?"
"ahmm...you know...
it
..."
Her hand reached for my pants, tracing out my semi with her finger tips.
"I've wanted to, ever since the first time I saw you pick Sasha up. I knew a big man like you must have a pretty big one... Ahmmm I wasn't wrong."
"You're...you're my daughter's friend!"
"So what?"
"Seriously!"
"Oh c'mon don't act... your wifey probably hasn't sucked it in a while has she? I could... do for you what she doesn't. Give you what a big strong man like you needs... you know... to strengthen the relationship, because I'm nice like that."
And with that she dropped to her knees. Regardless of my weak attempts at stopping her, she proceeded to unbuckle my belt, opening my trousers and pulling my zipper down in one move.
Suddenly her hand was in my boxers, a smile creeping on her face while she grabbed me. The first hand to touch me in a long time, aside from my own.
She pulled it out and marveled at it for a few seconds...the look in her eyes reminding me all too deeply about the look my wife used to give me.
"Damn...that's... damn! I'm actually not even sure I can handle it... Mmmm, but for you... I'm gonna try as hard as I can"
And with that her mouth engulfed my cock. The warmth, the wetness, taking me back to my college days. I know I should have stopped her, my daughter was in the house and could come in at any second, and here I was in the kitchen getting a blowjob from one of her friends. Fucked up would be an understatement...but honestly, can you blame me?
She sucked it like a typical teenage girl, all enthusiasm, no skill, but I loved it regardless. I missed the feeling of a tongue go down my shaft, even though Nyla was only letting three quarters in, it was still heaven.
I watched her intently, trying her hardest, but she choked every time she reached close to half way and pulled herself back. She repeated this, forth, choke, and pull back motion, taking a little bit more every time.
"Fuck it" I said to myself as I decided to just go with the flow. I was already getting sucked, might as well finish right? My dick clearly thinking for me as I decided to be the man I was once before, in control of his woman.
I grabbed the top of her head, dipping my fingers into her hair, and pulled her head towards my crotch, lodging my cock into her throat with a grunt
She tried to pull back, but I held her there, feeling her throat close and reveling in the sound of her gagging.
I finally let her go and she fell back, coughing with tears in her eyes
"You said you wanted to give me what I need right?"
With a smile, she said "Yes Sir"
She got back on her knees, taking my cock in her hand and pushing it down her throat with new found vigor, I grabbed her head, pulling her back and forth, fucking her mouth.
God, I missed this, this visceral train of action, moving not through logic but instinct, this was me at my mos...
My train of thought is cut when I hear a car pull up on the drive way. Looking outside I instantly recognize my wife's Prius. My mind races, on one hand, I'm cheating on her right in the house we've raised our daughter in... on the other I'm so close to my first real orgasm in ten years...I make the obvious choice.
Fuck Nyla's mouth until I cum.
I grab her face with both hands, her eyes wide open as she realizes that my wife is about to walk in on us and I have no intention of stopping. I thrust into her faster, losing myself in this moment, feeling her saliva over flow and pushing this high schooler to her limit.
I look outside again, watching as my wife as she collects the groceries and my orgasm rises, the idea that I'm cheating on the woman I love right in front of her, fueling the taboo eroticism she and I used to crave in college.
I and Nicole's eyes meet through the window, and I come down Nyla's throat.
"Hey, how was your day?" She says as she walks into the kitchen, my pants zipped and closed, Nyla silently crawling to the bathroom to wash up.
"Uh... uneventful" I lie to her face.
"Hey Mom!" Sasha walks in almost coincidentally.
"Baby, hey! How was school?"
"Fun! I made a new friend today. Hey Daddy where is she?"
"Uh... washroom, I think."
"Mom, can she sleep over? We have this project that's due on Monday and we're super behind. She's gonna hang with her family the entire weekend so she had the idea that since its Friday, we could just pull an all-nighter."
"Yah, I guess as long as it's for school work."
"Awesome!"
Then Nyla walks in, her make up redone, but eyes red and skin visibly flush.
My wife pauses, staring at the beautiful girl standing in our house... I don't think I've ever seen her jealous, what could a woman who looked like her possibly be jealous of? But there she was with a sort of worry in her eyes.
