It was my daughter's thirtieth birthday and though she and her husband lived over a hundred miles away I made the effort to go and visit her on her birthday. This was an unusual year for it was the first time I had gone to see Mary without my wife Claire; her mother was ill and she was staying with her for a few days to look after her, the trip seemed slightly longer without company. When I finally arrived at my daughter's house at nine thirty in the morning it was raining, typically this was not what had been forecast for the day and like a fool I had worn a light suit, by the time I got to the door I was soaked through.
"Dad," Mary greeted me as she opened the door, "come in quick, you're soaked."
Squelching slightly I went inside and stood dripping on the hall carpet as she closed the door, I was a little puzzled that there was no sign of Mary's husband, George, but I had other concerns and paid this little mind.
"Happy birthday love." I grinned as I held out her present.
It was only a gift voucher, but I knew that Mary would put it to good use, she'd probably spend it on a new dress, my girl liked her clothes, but then again she had always had the figure and face to display clothes to their best. She thanked me with a hug and a kiss on the cheek then looked at my sodden clothes and the damp I'd transferred to her dress.
"Let's get you out of those things," She smiled, "I'm sure I've got something you can wear while these dry."
Mary took me up to the bathroom and while I stripped off my wet clothes she went off to find me something to wear, when she came back she handed me a terry towelling robe then left me to go downstairs to put the kettle on. Taking the towel from my waist I put on the robe and wrapped it around me, I had been so wet that even my underpants had got wet so I was starkers under that thick, warm robe. A few moments later Mary came back upstairs.
"Are you decent?" She called through the bathroom door.
"Yes." I called back.
"Pity." She said as she came in.
She quickly hung up my clothes over the bath then put on the bathroom heater, I noticed that she had changed her dress; the one she now wore was short and had a plunging neckline that showed off one hell of a cleavage. Even if I was her father I enjoyed the sight of her with mixed pride and a touch of arousal, wrong of me maybe, but it had always been like that. Even at thirty my little girl was worth more than a second glance, especially her large 38-inch breasts. If the truth were known I was more than a little over-sexed, yet Claire was the exact opposite, in thirty-five years of marriage I had yet to convince her that sex was not something you only did once a week, in bed and with the lights out, despite this I had never been unfaithful to my wife. Most of my relief came from wanking which I did at least once a day, but it never really satisfied me and I spent a lot of time ogling young girls and wishing; at fifty-five I was becoming the archetypal 'dirty old man'.
"They'll be dry before you have to leave." Mary smiled cutting across my thoughts.
We went downstairs and I was pointed towards the living room while Mary went out to the kitchen to make the tea, sitting in an armchair I wondered again about the absence of George. Mary came in a few minutes later with a tray and all the makings for a cuppa, she grinned as she put the tray down on the coffee table, deftly she poured us both a cup then sat down on the couch opposite me. I smiled at the sight of her short dress riding up to reveal more of her long, slender legs then brought my attention back to the present.
"Where's George?" I asked curiously.
"Gone." She replied simply.
"Gone as in away on business or gone as in never coming back?" I asked leaning forward.
"As in never coming back." She smiled, "Not that he'll be a great loss dad, you were right all along, he was no good."
"I'm sorry love." I sighed in sympathy.
"Don't be," Mary laughed, "I feel a lot better now he's gone. I'm divorcing him; he's not contesting it so it should all be over in a few weeks. Once I'm a free woman again I plan on selling the house and moving back near you and mum."
"That would be nice," I smiled at the thought, "we'd get to see you more than twice a year."
We chatted about things in general for about half an hour or so before I found out the reason George had left her.
"He claimed that I was making excessive demands of him," She laughed in answer to my questioning, "anyone would think sex more than once a week was a reasonable request nowadays wouldn't you, but not George, once a week, in bed without lights and that's it."
"Sounds a lot like your mother." I grinned.
As you may have guessed Mary and I were very open with each other, we had always had this close type of relationship and she had always brought her problems to me rather than to her mother, especially when the problem involved the matter of sex.
"Lord is she still like that," my daughter laughed, "how on earth do you stand it? You haven't got yourself a bit on the side have you?"
"I've managed to resist the temptation." I grinned, "What about you?"
"Oh," She smiled all innocence, "I'm not as strong willed as you are dad, I sort of slipped once or twice."
"Does George know?" I asked unsurprised by her confession.
"Lord no," She laughed, "like sex, it never occurred to him. Anyway dad, you ought to get yourself a bit of fluff, it would do wonders for you."
"For all her faults I still love your mother young lady and I do not intend causing her grief if I can help it." I said seriously then smiled, "Besides, who'd be interest in a randy old goat like me?"
"Would you like a list?" Mary laughed.
