If you read "Dad's conundrum" first you may enjoy this story more fully, however, it should not be necessary to follow the story line. Enjoy!
Carrie awoke to the morning sun, groggy from the recent events that had sapped her of her physical and emotional strength. She was a professional model and had only just returned from a trip out west for a lingerie shoot. Upon her return she had unwittingly been drawn into a diabolical sexual escapade her husband had set up for her father.
Her father, Bob Johnson, had been a widower these past few years and was very lonely. Jack, her husband had taken pity on him and set up a young lady to have sex with her father. This had happened in her apartment, in her bed.
But as fate would have it the plan fell apart just as Carrie had returned early from her trip. Unbeknownst to anyone the comedy of errors that befell the family were to set in motion a succession of events none had dreamed would be possible beforehand. Carrie had taken a sleeping pill and went to bed that fateful night only to be confused with a prostitute by her father. Recalling the incident created mixed emotions for Carrie. She dearly loved her father but couldn't reconcile her love with the image of him lying naked in her bed after fucking her.
Her father had been set up by her husband to have sex with a prostitute in Carrie's bed. Jack had explained painfully that he had intended his father-in-law to have sex with the prostitute and she was to be gone by the time Carrie returned home. Realizing what had happened; Carrie and Jack kept the incident secret for several months after. That is until Carrie overheard her father telling Jack how wonderful the prostitute had been.
Carrie found herself deriving a small sense of satisfaction from the comments. Confused over these conflicting emotions she finally broke her silence and talked to Jack about the chain of events that had brought them to this point in there life.
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"Jack, we need to talk." She said, matter-of-factly.
"Sure." Jack said tentatively.
Carrie continued, "If we are ever going to get past this, I have to know what you thought you were doing with that woman in my house."
"It was strictly for your dad." He pleaded. "I felt sorry for him and wanted to give him a comforting gift of love and friendship."
"I can't understand men sometimes. What passes for sympathy between you is unbelievable." She said shaking her head.
"I'm so sorry, honey." He pleaded.
"Does dad suspect anything?" She queried.
"God, no. But he does talk about it incessantly." Jack added.
"What does he say?" Carrie asked with mock indifference. "Does he remember much?"
"Well, he sure remembers the passion." Jack blurted out with accidental excitement in his voice, quickly correcting himself and looking downward to avoid her scathing stare.
"I wonder if dad has ever dated anyone since mom died?" She mused out loud.
"I don't think so. He is a very lonely man." Jack said rather pensively. "Since we're on speaking terms again, does this mean we can be lovers again?" He begged like a puppy.
"Well, I'm still not sure I should let you off so easily, but you do look awfully pathetic sleeping on the couch." She pondered aloud.
Jack took this as an affirmative and nuzzled into her neck with tender kisses and nips. She melted into his arms, longing for his embrace had taken its toll on her ability to withstand her self imposed sexual abstention. As they made frantic love on the couch, visions of her father flashed through her mind. She imagined him bragging about his sexual conquest with his friends.
Her father's smile pierced her very core as she remembered how he recalled the details of the event with her husband. Remembering the few details of the encounter she could muster, she felt the beginnings of an orgasm rising within her, boiling like a cauldron of pent up need and desire, until at once she climaxed violently into Jack's arms.
Or were they her father's arms? Realizing that she had fantasized about her father startled her; she sprang up gasping for air and running to the bathroom, sobbing in terror. Jack fell over, not knowing what had occurred. He sat, head in hands for a few moments before following her into the bathroom.
"Honey. Is something wrong?" He asked, almost apologetically.
"No. I just wasn't ready for this so soon." She lied.
"We'll take our time honey. Don't worry." He said, consolingly, hugging her as she sobbed.
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She began to fantasize regularly thereafter. She found herself wondering what it must be like to be beneath her father as he made love to her. She rebuffed Jack's sexual overtures at every turn. She just couldn't bring herself to engage in intercourse with him. Her thoughts and desires centered upon her father and became an obsession with her. Try as she might, she was unable to climax fantasizing about her father.
Acting on an impulse, Carrie picked up the phone and called her father.
"Hello." A deep mature voice answered.
"Hi dad." Carrie spoke into the receiver. "How have you been?"
"Hi sweetness." He beamed as he used his pet name for his daughter. "What have you been up to?"
"Oh, just goofing off mostly. I was thinking about you and wondered if you would like to come to dinner?" Carrie said hopefully.
"I'd love to." Bob rejoined.
"Tonight, at seven then?"
"Ok, at seven. Bye sweetness." Bob hung the receiver and smiled to himself, maybe he could talk Jack into another tryst with a prostitute, he had been kind of stand-offish since the last time. Oh well he thought, better get ready for dinner.
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Jack sat in the living room waiting on his wife to finish the dinner preparations. It had been a long time since she had invited her father to dinner; usually they just went out to a restaurant. Jack observed that Carrie seemed excited about the visit. Jack hoped that this signaled the end of the cold shoulder treatment he had endured lately. Maybe she can get over it now, he thought. A knock on the door roused Jack from his thoughts.
The dinner went famously. Bob and Jack both complimented Carrie for her culinary delights. With a squeeze and a hug, she shooed them into the living room with a beer so she could clean up. As she went about clearing the table she could overhear her father and Jack talk idle chitchat.
When he thought she couldn't hear, Bob leaned over to Jack and said, "Have you given any thought to getting another girl, Jack?"
Jack, clearly uncomfortable, fidgeted, then tentatively said, "I don't know dad, Christ, we could get into real trouble if Carrie found out."
"How would she find out? She doesn't need to know anything." Bob insisted.
"You have no idea." Jack said under his breath.
"What?" Bob asked.
"Nothing, I was just thinking." Jack returned. "Let me think about it dad."
Just then Carrie walked into the living room having heard every word, she pretended that she hadn't. "Dad it was wonderful having you over tonight. We need to do it more often."
Jack just looked at her wondering what she must be thinking.
After Bob left, she prepared for bed and invited Jack to sleep in the bedroom again. Jack was ecstatic and jumped at the opportunity to be with his wife again. She's back, he thought.
As they lay together in bed, Carrie wondered out loud to Jack "Do you think dad is lonely all the time?"
Jack responded, "He seems to be, honey. He keeps after me about another tryst, and I just don't know how to say no."
As Carrie played with Jack's testicles, she mused, "Maybe you should."
Jack froze, "Maybe I should what?"
"Well, you thought it was a good idea before, maybe you should help him from time to time. You know, like a guy's night out or something, to get him some company I mean." She seemed to stumble through her thoughts.
"I guess, if you think so, honey, but your dad is hard to fix up." Jack recounted.
"Oh you can do it I have faith in you." She muttered just as she swallowed his swollen manhood. In her mind's eye she saw her father's pelvis thrusting up to meet her.
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In the morning's light Carrie looked like the model she was, her still, naked form barely making an impression in the sheets. Jack smiled as he kissed his lovely wife on the cheek saying, "Wakeup sleepy head."
Carrie woke slowly from her slumber. She stretched and rose thinking how wonderful it was to have a purpose and a direction again. Singing softly, she bathed and got dressed for the day. Jack noticed the change in Carrie's mood and was glad to see her happy again.
As Jack dropped Carrie off at her studio, Carrie reached over, kissed him sensually, and said, "Remember to call dad about tonight."
Jack's brow furrowed in astonishment, "What about tonight?" he asked.
"Well you said you were going to get dad a date didn't you?"
"Yeah, but…"
"No buts, I'll call around lunch to see what you have set up. Bye." She shot back as she closed the door, turned and walked into the studio.
Jack was floored. How did we get to this, he wondered?
Jack had no idea how he was going to set his father-in-law up on such short notice. He mulled it over for what seemed like hours, then as a last resort he pulled out his little black book and began to dial numbers of girls he had known long ago. Most of the numbers didn't belong to the same girls anymore, and it was becoming tedious dialing over and over again.
Then, just as fate would have it, a voice from the past answered the phone, "Hello."
"Sharon, Sharon Smith?" Jack asked.
