A middle aged married woman's desire to reignite an incestuous affair with her father.
Authors Note: Hey everyone! I just want to give a big shout out to Maya for inspiring me to add a third chapter to this story. This time around, I've tried to mostly write from Meg's perspective, although I may have failed miserably - but hey, at least I gave it a shot! By the way, Meg's father remains unnamed, so I hope you let your imagination and fantasy run wild with that one. Enjoy - thepeckker
Just by its sheer enormity, the super-king bed dominated the bedroom. As she lay at its centre, Meg was preoccupied with the ceiling fan on its monotonous low speed journey. The cooling breeze comforting as it floated across her nakedness with each gentle whirr of the rotating blades.
Meg stifled a giggle as she realised the slurping sound was timed perfectly to each blades rotation whilst her husband continued his vigorous tongue action on her vulva.
What the fuck is he doing?
Meg thought as she lifted herself onto her elbows, observing the top of Derek's head swivelling between her outstretched thighs, alternating up and down, then side to side as he continued his assault.
Collapsing onto her back again,
I gotta stop this before he suffocates...or hurts me even
; Meg thought.
She started to groan loudly, "Oh... Oh... Oh yeah! That's it Derek, that's the place. Just there baby! No don't slow down! I'm gonna cum baby! Your gonna... Oh... Oh... Oooohhhhhh."
Almost instantly Meg hated herself for what she had done, for what she had done many times before and will likely continue to do.
Breathing loudly and rapidly she once again lifted herself onto her elbows to discover Derek looking back at her with a cheesy grin on his face. His head still lodged between her thighs, his nose, mouth and chin covered in saliva from his efforts.
Meg could not help but let out a little chuckle. As ridiculous as he looked, and as unsatisfying as her sex life is with Derek, she still loved him for everything he did or tried to do for her, for their daughter Mandy, and for their future security.
"Come here ya crazy fool," she said as she held her arms out toward him.
Derek disentangled himself from Meg's thighs and slowly slid along her belly until they were face to face, his still covered with saliva slobber and a self-satisfying grin.
"Was that good? Did you cum again babe?"
Meg was so used to faking orgasms and her subsequent responses to Derek's queries that it flowed easily from her.
Expelling what she hoped was a satisfying sigh; she pulled his head to her chest and said, "Of course it was lover! You know just how to hit all of my buttons!"
"Mmmmmm, I try to Meg... I try to," he replied as she slowly ran her fingers through his hair. Her slow caress always made him feel wanted and loved. Today was no exception as he felt his eye lids become heavy.
Oh fuck!
, Meg thought as she felt his limp dick laying softly against her,
What am I going to do to get myself out of this situation?
Despite his erectile dysfunction, Meg had never cheated on Derek at any time during their marriage. She was well aware that, as a woman in her early forties, she was at her sexual peak and had been for a number of years. Yet she managed to control her desire through fantasy and masturbation until the latter years when her craving has waned. That was until recently when she had experienced the best sex of her life.
Meg knew that come tomorrow, after Derek left for work, she would return to the bedroom above the old barn and would allow herself to relive the past. Along with her favourite dildo, her fingers would explore her body as her mind daydreamt, recollecting the passion and urgency of their love-making, the feeling as he entered her from behind, filling her as she had never experienced before, until the pulsing of his cock sent her over the edge when he exploded within.
It was socially unacceptable. It was illegal in some States and Countries. It destroyed communities and tore families apart. Yet she had initiated it. She had sown the seeds of infidelity and incest and then cultivated their encounter. She had flirted and broken down the barriers until he eagerly participated in their betrayal. She had fucked her father. Or more accurately, her father had fucked her. Her Daddy, the man who loved her all of her life without question, had given her sexual satisfaction like she had never felt before. In those few short days she had gone from loyal and loving mother and wife to a cheater, an adulteress, and possibly a criminal. Yet she wanted to scream from the highest peak, "
I am a father-fucker... and I love it!!
"
Without waking him, Meg carefully slid out from underneath Derek, slipped on her emerald satin gown to cover her nakedness, then headed down the long hallway to the bar in the lounge room.
She was ordinarily a fitness fanatic; however in the slightly more than three months since her parents had gone back to their home, she had started to drink more regularly. It started with just a wine and soda every couple of nights, but had now progressed to two fingers of single malt scotch in the dead of each night.
Meg knew she was heading onto a destructive path. She knew the drinking was to dull the ache she felt inside. The pain wasn't triggered by her cheating on Derek, or because she was an adulteress, or because she had committed incest and was almost caught. No longer satisfied in her sex life with Derek or with continual self-masturbation, Meg felt sexually unfulfilled as a woman and knew that, at its centre, her pain was desire.
The weeks following the mobile phone incident were a living hell for Meg. Having her father so close yet being too scared to repeat the intimacy they shared was torture, only lessened by brief and occasional hand holding or an unseen caress as they passed by each other. As wrong as it was, her father had ignited an overpowering longing within her that she needed to feed. She needed to experience that fulfilment. She needed to fuck her father again! Desperately!!
Knocking back the last of the scotch, she cleaned her glass before giving the room a final onceover, ensuring all evidence of her nightly visit was removed before traipsing along the hallway to her bed once again. As Meg sneaked in quietly and attempted to sleep that night, she did not know that the following day fate was about to step in.
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Meg woke the next morning to the pungent smell of burnt toast. She was normally an early riser but, after another fitful night without much sleep, she just couldn't face the day when Derek got up earlier for his shower, so she had just turned over and snoozed.
Throwing back the covers she knew he would be fully dressed and ready for work by now, so she grabbed the emerald satin gown again and covered her nudity as she walked along the hallway to the kitchen.
"Oh wow!" said Derek as she entered, "someone looks like they've had a rough night!"
"Shut the fuck up Derek!" Meg shot back with venom, "Amongst other things, I haven't had much sleep and am not up to your humour this morning!"
"Well at least you recognise that I was trying to be witty and didn't mean..."
"Yeah, I know baby," Meg interrupted, "Sorry I snapped at you. I've just got some issues that are praying on my mind and it hasn't helped that I'm not sleeping properly."
Acknowledging that Meg's issues were likely related to her Project Manager role, he said, "I know I don't have any experience in construction like you but is there anything I can help you with?"
Meg just stared at him without responding immediately. She knew she couldn't tell him that he was part of her problem. That would just kill him and likely end their marriage.
Meg smiled at his kindness as she walked up and put her arms around his neck, "Thanks for the offer babe, but it's not something you can help with."
Before Derek could respond further her cell phone interrupted the conversation. She glanced to see who was calling. "That's Jimmy," giving Derek a quick kiss on the lips she continued; "Now you head off and have a great day yourself. Don't worry about me. I'll get everything sorted."
After Derek picked up his briefcase he blew her a kiss and waved, then, as he turned and headed out to the garage he could hear Meg behind him, "Hey Jimmy, how are you this morning?"
"Hiya Meg, I'm okay thanks, and I'm really sorry to bother you first thing, but we have an issue at the Granville property. In short, we didn't get council approval at the latest progress inspection due to that old retaining wall." Jimmy went on to ask if they could onsite at 10am and he would explain further.
Fuck that's all I need
thought Meg, without getting any further detail, and agreed to meet up.
Jim Johnson is the Site Manager on two of the reconstruction projects that Meg is managing and is probably the nearest person Meg has to a work husband. Although only in its infancy, they have developed a good working relationship with a great deal of trust between them as he is a very talented professional.
Although probably in his late twenties or very early thirties, it had not gone unnoticed by Meg that he had also caught the attention of a few of the female tradespeople, but she didn't know whether their flirtatious approach had been acknowledged or gone any further.
The wall Jimmy was referring to was not part of the new construction and had been built many years before. However it had never received local authority approval nor had any engineering plans been submitted on its construction.
At their meeting Jimmy explained that he had contacted the local civil engineers the company usually use, plus others within the County, but at the earliest it would be 6 weeks before a Structural Engineer could even be on site to inspect, then plans would need to be submitted and approved.
Later, Meg headed back home feeling deflated. She was already exhausted from lack of sleep and this latest development only added to the weight she felt on her shoulders.
Dropping her briefcase, phone and car keys on her office desk on the way through, she immediately headed to the shower to clear her head and revive. Basking in the chilly water for as long as she could stand it, she felt energised as she entered the large walk-in-robe and towelled herself in front of the floor to ceiling mirror.
Dropping the towel at her feet she took time to look at the person reflected back at her. She saw a woman still beautiful and decidedly younger than her 42 years. She liked her dirty blonde hair newly cut in the bob style. It framed her face and highlighted her deep green eyes and infectious smile.
She looked down, her hands caressing her slim but curvy hourglass figure as she did so.
