Amanda and I spent the whole day in bed, having hot sex, and pausing only to order food from room service. We had decided not to let my wife know when we were coming home, preferring to let her worry whether or not I was mad at her, since I told her the underwear she found belonged to our daughter. Late in the night I fell asleep with my arms wrapped around my beautiful daughter as we talked about our plans to enslave my wife, and how to win the boxing match that was turning her into a cuckqueen.
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This time I did not wake up to find my cock in my daughters throat, instead I found the bed empty, and the shower was running in the bathroom. I pulled the blankets off the bed, and stood up stretching. I had woken up hard, and wanted more sex, despite the long sex marathon yesterday. I sneaked into the bathroom, and inched open the shower curtain, hot water spraying on me. The shower head pointed away from the door, so my daughter had her back to me. I took the chance to surprise her, and jumped into the shower behind her, wrapping my arms around her slippery body, and pressing my hard on against her butt. She jumped and let out a loud squeak.
"Hey Dwaddy," she said rubbing her butt against my cock.
"I know you just got clean, but I want to get you dirty again," I said while kissing the top of her head.
Amanda moved away from me, and turned around wagging her finger at me. "No shower sex for you Dwaddy. Don't forget the plan. We need to save your boner for sex in front of Mommy."
"Oh sweetie, we can afford to have sex once this morning," I replied trying to grab her.
"Nope, I wanna wait," she said jumping out of the shower. I managed to swat her ass as she went out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel.
I stood under the spray of water, and closed my eyes with a sigh. I was rock hard, and wished I could empty my balls once in her, before going home to face my bitch wife. My daughter had wanted to claim my cock for herself though, and wanted to have our first round of sex for today to be in front of my wife as she felt that would be the right way to start the rest of our life together.
As I soaped up my body I started to think about some of the reservations I was having. I was worried my wife would tell someone, causing trouble for my daughter and I, causing our plans to backfire. Amanda felt that there was nothing to worry about, and seemed to think of an answer to every one of my worries, including the fact that not only did I have a high paying job—though I wasn't rich, I only made enough to live comfortably—but my friends did as well, some making much more than me, and were the kind of people most would consider rich. Some of my friends had the kind of influence that would stop me from ever having to worry about a jail cell, much less worry about having go to court, but I still didn't know what would happen if normal everyday people found out and hated us for our love, a love that was as natural as anything else. I had anxiety that me and Amanda would have to go into hiding if we got caught. In the end, as I fell asleep, I figured it didn't matter either way since I was going to go through with her plan anyways. It wasn't worth thinking things that gave me anxiety when I already knew I could never say no to my daughter.
I got of the shower, and came out of the bathroom towelling off, while still rock hard. Seeing my daughter back in her school outfit didn't help me go soft, but we hadn't brought anything else with us. In a way it turned me on more than seeing her naked. I have always found clothes to be sexier than nudity. Even if she was wearing something that barely covered any part of her body, I would still be more aroused than if she was naked. The exception being nudity in public. Naked girls at a beach, or a nightclub will always arouse me. The crazier the better, such as a restaurant, or a public campus.
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I stayed hard the entire drive home, so it was a relief when I pulled the car into the driveway. I turned off the car, and looked at my daughter. "You're sure you want to do this?" I asked.
"Yes Daddy, I want this more then anything," Amanda said.
I smiled at her, and kissed her forehead. "Anything for you dear."
We got out of the car, and walked into our home. The house was quiet, and still. It was silent as we took off our shoes. My daughter looked at me, and I shrugged. We moved toward the living room first. We figured she might not have been home when we got there.
My wife was asleep on the couch, and the phone was in her hand. She must've been trying to call us. Now that I saw my daughter in a new light my wife's body disgusted me, I couldn't believe I had once found her attractive, though maybe I never had, only lying to myself that I did. Most would find her skinny figure and big tits attractive, but not me. At the sight of her mother Amanda got an evil smile on her face.
"Oh this is going to be so hot," she said.
I took the phone from my wife's hand, placing it on the stand, and shook her awake. She jumped awake, and wiped some drool from her mouth, she was dazed and it took her a second to realize what was going on.
Once she got her bearings she jumped up and hugged me.
"Oh I'm so sorry for yelling at you. I didn't realize that they belonged to Amanda. I had no idea she was buying inappropriate things." Behind my wife my daughter was giving me two thumbs up.
"It's okay Sarah. You didn't know," I replied.
"No Mike it's not okay. I should've listened to you," my wife said.
"It's in the past. What's important is the now. I think we need to talk to our daughter about her choices," I said.
My wife let go of me and turned to face our daughter. I was glad to have her away from me. Once I felt love for her, but after her outburst two days ago, plus my daughter's much better body, I felt repulsed by her. I now saw hints of premature ageing in her face, and I realized that most of her habits that I once tried to look past were annoying. If I didn't have Amanda I think I would've left my wife years ago, now that I realized my wife's behaviour repulsed me. Calling her a naggy busy body would be too nice. That I could've put up with, but my wife didn't know when to shut up and leave certain things alone. Questioning every little thing, and annoying the shit out of me. I had tried to love her, but it felt like she didn't care about anyone else other than herself. She came first, and everyone had to dance in step to her song whether they liked it, or not. She was also manipulative, something I didn't want to face until I finally gave into my desires for my daughter. How such a beautiful woman could come from such an ugly creature was a mystery, I didn't exactly have the same sort of good looks my daughter had, though some would say I had a rugged handsomeness I was low on most people's list of attractiveness. My muscular, physically fit body was my saving grace. I didn't have to work hard for it, and due to my job I probably wouldn't have it if it didn't come natural to me. It only needed me to do the barest minimum of exercise and healthy eating to maintain it. Some would need to spend hours at the gym to attain the same thing, and while my face wasn't so ugly it could kill Medusa, I wouldn't win any beauty pageants. The ugly stick missed me at birth, though whatever made other people attractive sure didn't get to me either. I was somewhere in the middle, my muscular body keeping me ahead of others. I was always jealous of men who could be fat and still be considered attractive. I know a lot of people love the Dad Bod, but if I let myself go I would be a monster.
