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Amy had me help her clean the house in preparation for her special day. She was nonstop and the tight t-shirt that she wore was plastered with perspiration, so much so that her nipples were clearly visible as they poked at the saturated material. I couldn’t help but watch, the sway of her breasts, the firmness of her legs that were exposed due to the fact that she was wearing rather short, shorts, her incredible overall sexiness and the fact that I wanted her, wanted her more than any time of my life, and I wanted her for myself. I guess I was staring too much because Amy stopped and looked directly into my eyes. She moved a hand between her legs and a finger snaked up inside the material of her shorts and it was obvious that she was fingering herself.
She exhaled deeply and without regret or remorse she purred, “Just think, honey, tomorrow Brad’s cock will be inside my pussy, fucking me.”
Suddenly her eyes popped opened and she quickly stripped off her shorts and panties.
“Dave, get over here, now,” she demanded.
I rushed to her side and let her guide my hand to her bald pussy. It was like we were first married again. I was lost in my wife’s nakedness, although she was never completely shaved before. I forgot all about Brad, all about what tomorrow would bring and only focused on my wife’s pussy, the pussy she was giving me to enjoy.
My wonderful thoughts came to a screeching halt when Amy asked, “Is my pussy okay? Will Brad like it? Do I need to shave again?”
My heart sank as I muttered, “you’re beautiful, baby, absolutely beautiful,” and my fingers played with her precious pussy.
“Make sure I’m completely smooth for him, please Dave.”
I knew what she meant and I brought my mouth to her mound. I let my tongue glide over the tender lips, letting my tongue slide out and taste her, slowly exploring her lips with my lips.
“Well?” questioned Amy.
“I’m not sure yet,” I replied as best I could without breaking the contact of mouth and pussy.
Moments later I heard Amy giggle and she brought her hand to the back of my head, holding it there against her when she said, “Poor Dave. I forgot how much you like to lick me.”
She pushed her hips against me and I covered her slit and let the essence of her pussy flow into my awaiting mouth.
I don’t know how long I spent kneeling between my wife’s legs, tasting her pussy but the shrill ring of the phone brought me back to reality. Luckily for me, Amy was close and I continued to lap the slick skin as she spoke. I figured that it was probably Brad and I didn’t want to stop what I was doing but Amy tugged my head back gently and said, “My dear pussy licking husband, your daughter needs you.”
I knew that my face was slick from her but I meekly spoke into the phone, “hello?”
Sue’s voice came in a rush, a rapid almost hysterical rush and I could barely understand what she was saying.
“Slow down, Sue, I can’t understand you.”
Sue was sobbing and I was only able to interpret a few words, “Bob.. argument.. ride home... he doesn’t love me.. pick me up... please..”
I turned to Amy and asked, “Who’s Bob?”
“Her boyfriend, silly”
“What happened to Ted?”
Amy smirked at me all the while she brazenly fingered her unfulfilled pussy and said, “Tom, not Ted, Tom was her last boyfriend. Bob’s her new boyfriend, You remember the varsity football quarterback, high school hero, the boy all the girls want.”
I shrugged, not being able to keep up with the current social events but I asked Sue what she wanted me to do.
“I want to come home now,” she cried, “please pick me up, daddy.”
“Okay, Sue, I’ll get there as quick as I can,” I promised her and quickly jotted down the directions.
I made myself presentable and hated to leave as I continued to stare at my beautiful wife as she spread her legs wide and plunged three fingers into her sloppy pussy. I knew I had to get my daughter but wondered if I would be the first man to return to my house and find such a sexy surprise.
I put the keys in the ignition, started the car and drove. Bob lived a few towns away and I wasn’t sure of the directions. Aware that I might get lost, wondering if my wife might have a visitor, troubled at the actions of my daughter earlier in the day and now the fact that my gas tank was perilously low caused me to become anxious. I continued to follow the somewhat confusing directions and guessed that I was close and therefore could wait until after I picked up Sue to find a gas station.
Finally, I found the correct street. I continued slowly and scanned the house address numbers when I saw what looked like a common streetwalker. The young lady was dressed in a really short, plaid, pleated skirt and thigh high’s. I think that’s what they are called. Black nylon type stocking that ended just above the knee. The contrast of her white thighs showing between her skirt and the blackness of her stockings made her look seductive. I must have been concentrating of her legs and didn’t realize that the young lady was my daughter, standing on the street, waiting for me.
I stopped and she scampered around the car, opened the door and plopped silently on the passenger’s seat.
I turned to look at her. She sat there, slumped in the seat and still hadn’t said a word. Her arms were wrapped tightly around her chest, her knees pressed together and her feet spread wide. I noticed that her hair was somewhat mussed up but to be honest I don’t know if that was the style or not. Her head was down and she looked like the typical, pouting teenager.
It wasn’t until I noticed the mascara laden tear that slowly made its way down her cheek that I realized how upset she was.
“What’s the matter, baby.” I said in my most fatherly voice.
Sue responded by shaking her head side to side and slouching further down in the seat. She sat there, sniffling and I did the first thing that came to mind. I placed my hand under the chin of her down turned head and lifted her head so that she was at least looking at me.
“Come on, Sue, you know that you can talk to me.”
The smallest of smiles greeted me and she unwrapped her arms that were hugging herself and reached for a tissue so that she could wipe her nose.
Finished, she dropped her arms by her side and I noticed that her blouse was opened. I tried to determine if it was ripped open. If it was then I would have a serious talk with Bob but I could see a button. They were all there but they were undone, all except the bottom one and the sides of my daughter’s lush breasts were visible.
Looking down at her, I could see this incredibly sexy girl, woman really, the skin between her breasts peeking out from the gaping blouse, as well as a fair amount of her firm legs exposed by the little pleated skirt that had now ridden up nearly around her waist.
I took her hand gently and said in a soft voice, “do you want to tell me what the problem is, Sue?”
She sniffled a few times but I finally her a weak voice say “Bob and I had an argument.”
“All couples have disagreements, honey.”
“He called me a slut.”
“What? Why?” I couldn’t understand why a boyfriend would do that until I heard her answer.
“I told him about this afternoon,” sobbed Sue
It was like amnesia had set into my brain, “what happened this afternoon?”
“I told him that I sucked that black boy’s cock,” explained Sue and she looked up at me for the first time.
