My name is John. I'm 39 years old and I'm an attorney in Santa Monica, CA. My job is pretty mundane. I work in the superior court where I defend clients for a myriad of misdemeanor charges, such as simple larceny, drunk driving, and simple assault. I was usually able to negotiate with the DA and plead the charges down before the judge came out. My clients would then plead guilty, pay a fine and go home or at the most, get a short jail time. Not what you would call a stressful job. I would usually go to court in the morning, have a nice lunch, and then hit the gym before going home by 4:00 pm. I enjoyed working out at the gym and really pushed myself with the weights. As a result, I was in pretty good shape. My wife said I was buff.
My wife was my High School sweetheart. We dated through High School, and then through college, and were married a month after our graduation. My wife was a beautiful southern California girl. She had blond hair, blue eyes, and a dazzling smile. She also had a body that would make most porn stars envious. Luckily, she enjoyed sex as much as I did. We had a very satisfying and active sex life.
Our daughter, Heather, had just turned 18-years-old and was almost the mirror image of my wife. She played varsity volleyball and had a very toned body. I never missed one of her games, but my wife almost never made it to a game due to her work schedule. As a result, my daughter and I were very close.
I would have told you my wife and I had a near perfect life, and I guess we did, but then the COVID pandemic hit. My job wasn't affected that much other than not having to go to court as often, but my wife's life changed a lot. She was a nurse who worked in the ICU of our local hospital. When the pandemic hit, she was required to work much longer hours and often worked three days in a row without coming home. She went through extreme anxiety and fear of being exposed to the virus and carrying it home to me and our daughter. In addition, the work itself was incredibly stressful. Working with these extremely sick patients brought extraordinary challenges.
She was trained to help patients heal, but seeing these patients suddenly become critically ill and waste away right before her eyes took an emotional toll on her. Instead of healing, patient deaths became commonplace. On the days we actually had time for conversation, she told me the hospital was extremely short on many of their critical supplies, and she felt they weren't giving their patients the care they deserved. As a result, many of them died. She was very frustrated because she couldn't do more to save her patients.
As I said before, the pandemic really didn't affect me. I came home at 4:00, and my daughter and I would make dinner together. I wasn't a great cook, but we managed. Several times a week I would either pick something up on the way home, or we would order takeout. When my wife, Marcie, would come home, she was so exhausted, she would go straight to bed and sleep for hours. Unfortunately for me, our sex life came to a screeching halt. I didn't complain or blame her. I understood her situation, and I adapted. I started masturbating for the first time since I was in college.
One day right after the pandemic hit, I left work to go to the gym and found that the gym was closed. When I got home, I found my daughter sitting on the couch crying. When I asked her what was wrong, she said all the volleyball games and even practices were cancelled. Not just the volleyball games, all school sports, but that was the only one that affected her. I tried to console her, but she was really bummed out. Then I called for a pizza for dinner and found that our favorite pizza place was no longer delivering. We had some microwave meat loaf, and then we watched TV until it was time to go to bed.
I liked to work out, but I don't like jogging. However, I didn't want to sit around getting fat and lazy, and I knew my daughter wanted to stay in shape, so when I came home the next day I said, "Heather, why don't you go get changed and we'll go jogging together. It's not the same as your volleyball workouts or my usual gym workouts, but at least we can get out of the house, and we will be able to stay in shape."
She agreed and went to her room to change. When she came back to the living room, we went outside, stretched for a bit, and then ran about four blocks to a park. We jogged around the mile long jogging trail and then ran the four blocks back home. Not a great workout, but not bad for our first time. When we got home, we took a shower, changed, and tried to find something to eat. We found some Mac and Cheese, and after dinner, we went to the living room to watch TV.
About 8:00 pm, I got a call from the hospital. A nurse who worked with my wife told me my wife had tested positive for COVID and had been admitted to the ICU. I told her I would be there in less than 30 minutes, but she told me I was not allowed to visit. Three days later I was informed my wife had died.
Fortunately, since I was an attorney and knew the importance of having my affairs in order, I had pre-arranged our funerals and had paid for our cemetery plots years ago. We had a small private funeral and burial. I was trying to keep a brave face for my daughter and managed to remain stoic during the funeral and burial, but when we got back home, I got undressed and put on an old pair of sweatpants, and fell to my knees, crying my eyes out. I had just lost the love of my life, a woman I had loved since high school. I couldn't imagine living without her, but I knew I had to do my best to raise our daughter and be the best father I could possibly be. When we got back home after the funeral, Heather went to her room and closed her door. I could hear her crying, but I didn't know what to do, so I just left her alone.
I'm not sure when it started, or why, but one night I noticed that my daughter had started wearing less clothes than normal. In the past, about the only thing she ever wore that I would call skimpy was her volleyball uniform, but lately I noticed she would come in the living room to watch TV with me after dinner wearing a long T-shirt over a pair of panties. I didn't say anything because I thought she was just more comfortable dressing that way. Although she was a beautiful blond with a killer body, I never looked at her in a sexual way. After all, she was my baby girl.
After about a week of seeing my daughter walking around the house in just her panties and a T-shirt, I decided to confront her. "Heather, why are you dressing like that? Don't you think it's a little inappropriate, especially in front of me?"
"Dad, I'm just more comfortable dressing like this. We're practically prisoners in our own house, we can't go anywhere, no one can come visit, and we can't even get food delivered anymore. It's just you and me dad, so please let me have some pleasure. I mean, am I so hard to look at?"
"No, of course not, baby. You're a beautiful young woman, but daughters aren't supposed to dress like that in front of their fathers."
"Dad, since you brought it up, can I talk to you, not like your daughter, but as an adult woman?"
