My daughter Emily had just turned eighteen. Emily and I were always close. That seemed to make my wife Louise upset. What was worse was that Emily liked to sit on my lap and put her arm around my neck.
"Do you always have to act like such a pervert?" My wife would ask me.
I kept my mouth shut. I did want to tell my wife that if she would ever spread her legs for me, she would have no problems. We hadn't had sex in over two years. She once told me she produced a child, that was more than enough. Thankfully my wife was going on a Saturday shopping trip. She would be gone until late evening. That would mean peace and quiet. I have a den where I can go and read and also listen to music. Emily came in and sat in my lap.
"Can I ask you something Daddy?"
I said she could ask me anything.
"Why is Mom always angry at you and me?"
I told her that her mother was going through one of those phases of life.
"What do you mean?" She asked.
I told her that her mother didn't want sex anymore. It was causing friction between us.
"I would never do that to you Daddy."
Emily was sitting hard on my crotch. I could smell her perfume. It didn't help that her face was inches from mine. Hearing my daughter say she would never deny me, my cock was beginning to stiffen. Emily must have felt it.
"Are you getting an erection?" She asked.
I was embarrassed. I told her yes, I get excited sometimes.