It was always a thrill for him, waiting for her to come home from her dates. He was too anxious to do anything productive, yet too wound up to try and relax with TV or a movie either.
All he could do was pace. Up and down the small house he's lived in since the divorce. His footsteps made soft patting sounds as he traversed the carpeted floors.
He looked at the front door, and imagined her coming home to him. The anticipation of it tied a knot in his stomach.
To the right of the front door was the small kitchen, white tile floors matched white cabinets, which hung over cheap plastic countertops. Just beyond the kitchen was the living room, a small TV and couch were the only furnishings, along with a dining table off in the corner. Adjoining the living room was a small hallway with the bathroom on one side and the bedroom on the other.
He checked his phone for the millionth time, no new texts. The last one had been over two hours ago, a picture of her undressing in another man's bathroom.
She usually found these men on her own, getting male attention wasn't difficult for her. But today was different, and special for them both. Mike was his best friend since childhood, and had known her since the day she was born. Now Mike was probably in bed with her.
He felt his cock struggle against his pants as he though about it.
"My babygirl, fucking my best friend..." he whispered to the empty house.
It was almost too good to be true.
The sound of jingling keys snapped him out of his stupor. He turned as he heard the lock click, and saw the door opening as his daughter stepped inside.
"Hiiii Daddy," she called breathily as she closed the door and walked towards him. She sounded exhausted.
"Hi pumpkin, how was your date?"
"Soooo good! Mike was amazing, like, he's always been great to me ever since I was little, but tonight he was just so kind and gentle! Well..." she averted her gaze from him, and brushed her hair behind her ear on one side.
"Until we got into bed that is."
He felt his pulse rise, the words alone triggered a physical reaction.
He grabbed her by the waist and threw her over his shoulder, and started to make his way towards the bedroom.
"Hehehe Daddy!" She giggled.
He tossed her gently onto the bed, where she landed with a soft thump, the sound of the bed springs accentuating a squeal of delight. He took a moment to drink in the sight of her.
She was the most beautiful girl in the world as far as he was concerned. Her pitch black shoulder length hair highlighted her radiant green eyes. The freckles that dotted her face made you just want to kiss her all over, and see every freckle her body had hidden away.
"When we got back to his place, we were already pretty drunk," she continued.
She didn't need to be told he wanted to hear the details, this routine was familiar to them both.
He began undressing as she talked.
"He was just so cute, like he went on this big speech about how much he respects me, and how he wants to treat me right, but feels a little weird because he's known me so long."
She giggled once he was finally fully undressed. She scooched near the edge of the bed and spread her legs. He knelt down and admired his daughter's beautiful pussy under her skirt.
She always showed him the panties she was wearing before she went out, yet always came home without them.
Her pussy was red all over, and puffy. Mike must have given her a real good fucking. He reached his hand out and started to gently run his fingers along her folds, eliciting a squeak of excitement from his daughter.
"After he was done talking about that, I grabbed his hand and put it right on one of my tits. You should have seen the look on his face Daddy!"
