Susie sat in the bed as if she was posing for a pin up calendar. A lovely, petite vision with wavy brunette hair, dark almond eyes, a petite and all-natural body clad in pink lingerie and gold, spiky heels. She was far more beautiful than anything I deserved, although my wife and Susie would have disagreed with that. I stood in the doorway of the master bedroom, unable to move at that given moment. I was rooted to the spot as I took in the view of my daughter, awaiting me to join her in bed and make love to her.
Susan – we call her Susie most of the time – is my daughter, although she is my adopted daughter. I have a real daughter as well, her name is Courtney and she is 21. She attends university and does not life with my wife and me. Susie is a few months past 18 and we adopted our treasured angel after Kristy and I discovered that we could not have any more children. A friend of ours, who works for Child Services, informed us of a 1-year old who was direly in need of a home. One look at Susie's sweet face and the three of us agreed Susie would come home with us. Courtney and Susie bonded for life after the first month. Unless it is to explain the circumstances to someone, I have never heard my eldest describe Susie as her "adopted" sister. They are the best of friends and I know they will be for life.
I met my beautiful, blonde, crazy wife after my first marriage ended. I was then 22 and foolish; I married a woman because the sex was terrific. I ignored the warning signs that my first wife was – well, let's just say for the sake of brevity that fidelity was not high on her list of virtues. I was 27 and had barely been divorced a month when I met Kristy, a 22-year old, leggy blonde coed who was auditing some of my writing classes. After several intelligent questions, I made it a point to take note of this young lovely, with
almost
no ulterior motive – after all, I wasn't blind. When she stayed after class, she continued to pepper me with questions that were very on point.
After about 5 weeks of this, she confronted me directly. "Are you ever going to ask me out for coffee, lunch or dinner?" She said, jabbing a perfectly-manicured nail into my chest. "If not, I'm wasting my time by wearing my shortest skirts and best high heels," Kristy informed me.
I may have been unlucky in love and seeking tenure, but I was not an idiot. I looked at the blonde beauty in the leather mini and rectified my stupidity on the spot. A year to the day, we were married. Less than a year – yes, I do mean what you are all thinking – our wonderful Courtney came along.
As well as being a wonderful wife and mother, my Kristy proved to be invaluable as a research assistant. Of course, she insisted on
hands-on
research.
I was / am the author of a series of novels about a female detective who investigates crimes and mysteries that revolve around sex. My bride said that we needed to be accurate and at first, I balked. I'd been cheated on before and the wounds did not need to be re-opened. Kristy assured me that this was not the case.
"I want you to come along of life's adventures with me," Kristy spoke honestly and from the heart. "I want your books to ring true because they are true. If you write about swingers, let's write with accuracy. The same goes for lesbians, sex clubs, bondage – anything. I will never go behind your back and I will
always
come home to you."
Kristy honored her commitment to me. She always has, through 21 years of adventures. I discovered very early on that my sex drive and libido could not compare to that of my wife. Many of the adventures she has had on her own, but true to her word, she has never gone behind my back. Some things she liked, some things she loathed, some she flat-out devoured and went back for more. I was the happy beneficiary of each and every adventure. My book's sales increased exponentially, in no small way to the community of supporters my Kristy discovered. If I wrote something that didn't ring true, I had my proofreader / researcher nearby to tell me it needed tweaking.
Because my wife was constantly on the go, traveling, researching and yes, having lots of sex, she kept herself very fit. To this day, my wife, the love of my life and my soulmate could easily pass for a woman in her late 20's. In fact, one of Courtney's few complaints is when her mom borrows some of her clothes – although, as I don't hesitate to point out to my equally-lovely and blonde daughter, some of those clothes
she
originally borrowed from her mom in the first place. I've even seen my wife and daughter mistaken for sisters – and of course, Kristy, having a slightly vain streak, usually doesn't bother to correct the individual making the incorrect assumption.
Over the years, I have been fortunate enough to have indulged most of my vices. We were cautious in hiding this from the girls as we didn't want them knowing all that mommy and daddy got up to, of course. A few years ago, Courtney more or less muddled it out. She and Kristy had a long talk and it's all good between us. We weren't too sure about Susie, so we decided when that particular ball dropped, we would deal with it.
Another thing that arose in Kristy's sexual dalliances was people that pushed the boundaries. My wife always made dead certain that her partners were consenting adults, that wasn't the issue. It was simply that some of these people lived on the edge. Kristy always took care of herself and "no" meant exactly that. However, on a few occasions, there were times spent with people who had beliefs that didn't jibe with ours – at least, not at the time.
Some of my wife's lovers were members of the same family – people that saw nothing wrong in the practice of incest. They believed that family knew you best, so why not enjoy them as lovers and sexual partners? Over time, my wife enjoyed the company of sisters, mothers and daughters, daughters and daddies and other various combinations. She came to see that some of their points were valid and decided that members of the same family should be free to have sex together IF everyone agreed to it and IF all were above the age of consent. At first, I didn't share Kristy's viewpoint, but then, something happened to change my mind. She brought home Erin and Nicki, two identical, 19-year old blonde twins who just so happened to love swinging with older couples. By the end of the night, I had fucked both girls and yes, I watched them have sex together and with Kristy. It would be hypocritical of me to say this behavior was wrong, despite my upbringing. I just decided it was something unusual, perhaps a bit of a fetish, and as long as no one was being coerced, so be it.
I never gave even the slightest thought to my own girls, although both of my daughters are beautiful young women. I supposed that they just thought of me as their old daddy and not as a man with sexual appetites and a few fetishes of his own (I love lingerie and high heels on a woman, for example). Courtney in particular never made any untoward moves on her father, despite her being sexually active. My wife could talk to our eldest about anything and she had learned Courtney had been enjoying sex for a while now and had indulged herself in at least two experiences with other girls. She assured her mom that she was being careful and that was that – I thought.
