My name is Xander Lanier. I am forty-five years old, Mormon, and a widowed father to a freshly turned eighteen year old daughter named Molly.
This story began on her eighteenth birthday. Her party guests had left and I was helping her clean up when I turned to her.
"Molly, you never told me what you wanted me to get you. Is there anything special that I can get for you?"
"Promise that whatever it is, you'll get it for me?"
"Sure sweetie. I promise."
"Okay. Daddy, I want to have a threesome with you and my Sunday school teacher."
I looked at her, shocked. My sweet baby girl was interested in me, sexually? Then I thought about what else she had said.
Her Sunday school teacher was a thirty-five year old Mormon housewife named Jasmine Asbell. Many of the men in the ward were jealous of her husband because she was absolutely gorgeous. She had bright red hair, piercing green eyes, and generous curves.
I glanced back at Molly. At just over five feet tall, she had my blue eyes and dirty blonde hair, but she had her mother's hourglass figure and DD breasts.
"She's married. And you're my daughter."
"And yet you were just checking me out. Besides, you promised. Also, her husband is a jerk who cheats on her all the time, she's just too oblivious."
I thought for a moment. "It would have to be when her husband wasn't around."
She grinned. "He is going on a business trip this weekend. We can invite her to dinner."
"Okay. Call her and set it up. We'll see what happens."
...
That Friday evening, I found myself pacing the foyer. Molly came in from the kitchen and chuckled when she saw me. She was wearing sandals, tight black leggings, and a pink T-shirt that showed off both her middrift and cleavage.
"Are you nervous, Daddy?"
"Of course I am. I haven't had sex since before your mother died. And yet, I'm contemplating helping my daughter seduce a married woman."
She was about to say something when the doorbell rang. Walking forward, Molly opened the door and smiled.
"Sister Jaz. Come on in."
Jasmine entered the house and gave Molly a hug. This gave me the opportunity to get a good look at what she was wearing. T-strap sandals, tight purple capris, and a maroon wrap around top that showed a little bit of her E cup breasts.
"Sister Asbell, so glad you could make it. And might I say that you look ravishing."
She blushed. "Oh, that's kind of you to say, Brother Lanier. But I'm not that attractive."