Forewarning
How about a little dad/daughter naughtiness? How about we add a little girl/girl action? How about we add a wife that prefers girls over her husband? How about a wife that wants her husband and daughter to fuck for a baby? Yeah! you say? OK then, carry on.
If you think a married dad doing the dirty with his daughter is an extramarital affair, move along. If you think a wife doing the dirty with another girl is an extramarital affair, move along. If you're offended by any kind of extramarital affair in works of fiction, then please do move along. There are lots of other great stories out there better suited to you. Thanks!
We began to be more brazen and less concerned whether Sunny was in the house or not. Our need for each other, at least once a day, led us to each other.
I worked remotely but once a month had to attend a meeting at my downtown office. It wasn't far from Dad's office, and I thought I'd drop in.
"Caprice! We haven't' seen you in a while. How have you been?"
I loved my Dad's office assistant. She had been with him for years and was like one of the family. We chatted while Dad finished his phone call and motioned me into his office.
"I hope I'm not interrupting."
"You will never interrupt me, love." He picked up the phone and told June to hold all his calls so he could visit with his daughter.
His office was luxurious. He often had spent the night there when he worked late so it was outfitted with everything necessary for a stay. I smoothed my suit jacket over my skirt while I looked around.
"You look so fucking sexy in that suit." I turned to him.
"I do? I thought I looked rather stern."
"Mmmm but stern can have it's good points," he said raking his eyes down my body.
I saw the tent in his lap and smiled.
"I see that."
I started inching my skirt up my legs. Slowly. Very slowly. Inch by agonizing inch I revealed thigh high hose. The soft creamy skin of my upper thigh with the ribbon bow garter. Higher and higher. Still so slowly. Watching his tongue flick across his lips. His eyes never glancing away. I walked my fingers to the center of my skirt and hooked them to raise the center of my skirt.
The narrow satin strip had worked between my pussy lips which accented their swollen fullness. I unzipped my skirt and it fell to the floor. I stood in heels, hose, garter belt, thong, and suit jacket. I felt lewd and vulgar, and I loved it.
His chest was heaving with his hard breathing. I turned to show him my-all-but bare ass.
"Do you remember this?" He looked quizzical. "I showed it too you enough on my balcony." The light dawned.
"You did that on purpose did you?" He adjusted the pulsing mound in his pants. "You saved me. I would have gone out of my mind if it weren't for you during that time. And I just don't mean this," he said, waving at my nakedness.
I nodded, understanding
"Maybe you should come over here and sit on your Dad's lap, hmmm?"
I went and quietly turned the lock on the door. As I walked back, I let my jacket drop. Slipped my blouse off my shoulders. I reached behind me and unhooked my bra but kept it in place with my arm.
I stood in front of him holding my bra over my tits. "Take your cock out."
It lewdly stood up in his lap pulsing and jerking. I straddled his thighs and he willed me to drop my arm.
"Caprice," he moaned.
"What do you want?" He started to fist his cock. "No! No touching." He stopped.
"I want to see your tits." I glanced down seeing his hand moving back towards his cock again. He stopped.
"You want your daughter that just stripped all her clothes off for you, don't you?" He nodded and swallowed hard. "In your office. Where you do your business. Where possibly anyone can interrupt us."
"Oh my god," he moaned. My words hit their mark.
"What would they think if they walked in and saw your Daddy cock bured to the root in your daughter's cunt? If someone walked in to see me bent over your desk while you plowed me from behind?"
"For god's sake, Cap," he moaned wanting to touch.
"That idea gets you excited doesn't it. That others see how naughty we are. Depraved even. Don't you wonder if any other of your employees is as wicked. How many have a hard on for their daughters. How many would envy you."
His breathed like he just ran a marathon; his eyes glazed. He ripped the bra away from my tits and latched onto a nipple. He bit and sucked and pulled. I arched my back shoving more of my tits at him. Needing more. Wanting more.
He planted stinging little bruising kisses all over the creamy white skin. Marking me.
Suddenly he shoved me back on his desk and drove in deep and hard. I grabbed on to the edge of the desk while he plowed into me. His eyes were still glazed, and he wasn't going to be stopped. He leaned over me; I wrapped my legs around him. I vaguely heard things falling to the floor as he shoved things off his desk.
We both came hard but muffled our sounds in each other's mouth.
As I dressed, I said, "I just wanted to be the best fuck you've ever had in your office," and smiled.
"You're the best fuck I've ever had anywhere, baby. The best ever."
I would like to have told her that she was the ONLY fuck I've had in my office. But sadly, that wouldn't be true.
When we discovered my wife's illness was terminal, her best friend since grade school was just as devastated. Jo spent nearly every day at the house. She was the one that could make my wife laugh, and if you don't think that's important under those circumstances, you haven't had the reality of watching your love slowly withering away and you can't do a damn thing about it.
One especially difficult day Jo came to my office with bags of food for lunch. Caprice was dealing with her own grief, and Jo was the only one to even remotely understand the ongoing loss.
