Monday morning, in what was now becoming a normal day, here in what used to be my household. I say 'used to be' because, as of a couple of weeks ago, our daughter Kimber had assumed control of not only my wife's life, but of mine. I say this somewhat ashamedly, but the fault is all my own. I accept that it was my inattention to my wife that allowed all of this to begin. Stephanie had needs that I, while thinking I was doing everything I could to keep her happy, failed to notice.
Our daughter certainly noticed.
Stephanie always had a high sex drive. When I wasn't too tired from my job to make love to her, she was ready; in fact, eager. I tend to be a very structured person, though. Sex at night: okay. Sex at odd times, not so much. So we had fallen into a rut, where she was always horny and I was always working, or thinking about work.
Probably the other main thing I failed to recognize in Steph was her submissive nature, at least where sex was concerned. Sometimes she would initiate things, but even then I would take charge, and set the tone of our love-making. Invariably, that meant missionary sex. Usually, with the lights off. And so, my wife began to look elsewhere.
I didn't see it, of course. But now that I know, I can pinpoint the time she first fucked around on me. It was months ago. We had put on an end-of-summer party last September, inviting friends and co-workers; and for Kimber, we let her invite some of her friends. She has lots of friends. There were at least 25 of them there. Of course, her besties were present, and a number of boys. The girls spent most of their time in Kimber's room, watching TikTok videos and giggling, while the boys hung out at the pool, ogling some of the more mature wives. Including my own.
There was drinking, of course. The boys were sneaking booze from the supply in the kitchen and getting quietly drunk, and while I was schmoozing with my boss, Stephanie was schmoozing with the young men. She flirted, apparently a lot. The boys, of course, were only too delighted by her interest, and some of them eventually fucked her in the tool shed. But it didn't end there.
Her indiscretions that night also attracted the attention of a couple of our neighbors. One was Ed, my best friend. Stuart, down the block, hooked up with him and they dropped by one day, while I was out of town. They told Steph they'd seen her 'getting down and dirty' with those high school boys. She swore they were all of legal age, but they weren't interested in getting her arrested. They had other plans. She eventually admitted to them that our sex life wasn't exactly doing it for her. That was all they needed to hear. Things must have escalated pretty quickly; my horny wife ended up taking both men to our bedroom.
Kimber caught them when she came home early from school that day. In much the same way as I had, she discovered her mother in a scene straight out of a porn video. They were spit-roasting Steph on our bed, the bed we'd made love on for years. Of course, Kimber video'd them on her phone, and let her mother know she would post it online unless things changed around here. That's when Stephanie's submissive nature really kicked in.
Kimber, ever the opportunist, recognized it immediately, and put it to good use. She recruited some of her friends and began using her mother to satisfy their twisted sexual urges. She brought in some of the boys from school, recorded Steph doing lots of things that may or may not have been technically illegal. Now she had even more evidence to hold over her mother's head. And somewhere along the way, my wife discovered she loved being used. Then I happened along.
I should have been able to control things after walking in on them that day, but Kimber was intelligent enough to use my shock at Stephanie's behavior, and my lust for some of her friends, against me. And, to my embarrassment, it wasn't only her friends that I lusted after. Kimber had been walking around the house in skimpy clothes for the last couple of years. I couldn't help but notice. She's a sexy, attractive 18-year-old, literally the type that grown men leaves their wives for. I didn't leave Stephanie; I just agreed to let Kimber dictate how our sex life was going to go from here on out.
I was in an online Zoom meeting today when Kimber came out of her room. There was a brief moment where I could hear the sounds of Stephanie's moans as some man pounded her pussy aggressively in her room. Kimber slouched in my recliner and sighed loudly. I turned to see her pouting and rolling her eyes.
"Daddy, I'm horny," she said, loud enough for the other members of my team to overhear her, though she was out of frame.
"Who's that?" Margaret was the first to speak.
I tried to cover, but it was a feeble attempt. "Hang... hang on," I told the other seven participants, "somebody turned the TV on." I clicked out of the meeting and turned to Kimber. "What the fuck are you doing? Can't you see I'm on with my company? I..."
She spread her legs and looked over at me. "Lick my pussy, Daddy," she whined. "Mom's having all the fun today." She was wearing a pair of men's boxer shorts, probably belonging to whoever was in her bedroom with my wife. Kimber's pussy was visible as she pulled the bottom open.
"Baby, not right now, okay? I've got work to do, here."
She let her head loll back as she looked at me from under her blonde mane. "You've got work to do here, Daddy," she said pointedly, running a manicured nail along the slick furrow of her shaved pussy.
I protested. "Honey, just let me finish. I'll wrap it up in ten minutes, I swear."
"Daddy." There was no mistaking the hard tone in her voice. "If I don't get some relief, I won't be able to stay quiet while you do your Zoomie thing with those other assholes. Now..." She slithered out of the boxers and kicked them toward me with one foot. "...get busy."
I wasn't going to get back to the Zoom meeting. I'd have to come up with some excuse later, but for now, my daughter's needs came first. She laid a leg over each armrest as I went to my knees before her. I could lie and say I didn't enjoy it, but why try? I loved the taste, the aroma, of my daughter's luscious little hole. And I really did try to pleasure her as much as possible. As her fingers played in my hair, I split her folds with my tongue, lapping at the sweet juices there. I pressed my nose against her clit and heard her moan as I stiffened my tongue and plunged it inside her as deeply as I could. If I made her feel really good, I'd get to fuck her. That was always the goal.
She always tried to act as if she did it out of a sense of reward for me, but she loved it. She'd admitted that my dick was thicker than any of the boys who'd gotten to plunder that sweet hole of hers, even though she usually ridiculed me at first. By the time I brought her the first orgasm she couldn't say no to it.
"Mmmm, Daddy," she moaned, gripping my ears, "you're starting to get almost good at this. Does Daddy hope to earn a reward?"
I didn't answer. She knew. As I lapped upward with my flattened tongue, I made sure to lift her clit with the tip each time, until it was swollen and out of its protective little hood. I could tell by the way she pinched my ears with her nails, she was enjoying it. Still, she managed to sound bored as she said, "Come on, now, you can do better than that." A soft whimper. "Do I have to get Mommy in here to show you how to do this?"
Damn her! She knew exactly what buttons to push. I could clearly hear Steph's shrieks as whoever it was, brought her to another screaming climax. The shame of allowing my wife to be used like that compounded itself as my daughter used me for her own pleasure. I doubled my efforts, and I felt Kimber's thighs tense against my head.
"Ooooh, there you go," she acknowledged, "it's about ti..." Her words dissolved into a series of gasps as she began to climax. I watched her tummy contract as her body reacted to the pleasure and she ground her cunt against my face. "Ogod, ogod, ogod..."
There it was! I felt her syrupy nectar flood across my tongue as her back arched and she emitted a long low moan. Her legs closed against my ears and I felt her lock her ankles behind my back. I continued to lap at her as she climaxed. My cock was rock hard now, anticipating my own release; throbbing inside my slacks. I licked and sucked at her clit, knowing that was the source of her greatest pleasure, until she suddenly released me and kicked at my shoulder, knocking me backward.
"Fuck," she gasped, "that's enough!"
I allowed her to get her breathing under control, waiting patiently on my knees before her. At last she took in a long shuddering breath and looked at me. "Is Daddy happy now? God! You made me cum soooo hard!" She looked down at the tented crotch of my slacks and grinned. "You got hard, didn't you?" she asked. It was a rhetorical question. My erection was obvious, and almost painful.
"Okay," she sighed, "bring it up here so I can see."
She turned her head to one side, and I stood and walked to that side of her chair, unzipping and presenting my cock to her. She studied it for a moment, then opened her mouth. I slipped it between her juicy lips, and the heat of her mouth surrounded it. When her lips closed around it I couldn't suppress a sigh of pleasure.
She giggled with my dick in her mouth. Her tongue wrapped itself around the underside of my shaft, and she began to explore it, as if she hadn't known every centimeter of its surface. It was her way of giving head. She didn't work hard at it, but it was effective. I wondered again how many boys had felt that tongue, and how many had shot their loads into her hot little mouth. She began to suck, moving her head very slightly back and forth. I tried not to thrust. Kimber liked it at her pace, not anyone else's. Suddenly, she pulled back.
"Daddy, we have to talk," she stated.
I could barely speak. I needed to cum. I needed to feel her cunt enclose my cock, to feel my balls convulse and to shoot my cum deep inside her, after a blessed few minutes of hearing her lose herself in pleasure. "Baby, I..."
She giggled again. "Oh, Daddy! Is that all you care about anymore? Getting your rocks off?" She swatted the head of my throbbing cock with one hand, making me wince. Then she stood and snapped her fingers in the direction of the discarded boxers. The message was clear: fetch my clothes. I walked over to them with my cock still standing straight out, picked them up and handed them to her. I wasn't going to get any pussy, for now.
'Maybe later,' I dared tell myself.
"Now," she said, putting her hands on her hips and staring at me, "we need to talk about something important." She motioned me to my desk chair, and I put my cock away and sat, waiting to see what was so pressing.
"We both know the house is paid for. I remember when you and Mommy paid off the mortgage, and you celebrated with a half-hearted fuck."
