It was late morning on New Year's Day, and I decided to start the year off by making an extra strong cup of coffee and taking it to enjoy over a long soak in the hot tub. There was still some cleaning up to be done after the party we had last night, but that could wait. I had a lot to think about in regard to the challenges and changes of the coming year.
I was 41 Years old, and my marriage was a sham. I was fortunate in almost every other regard. I owned a very successful online marketing company that I started from scratch at the age of 22 which was worth circa 22 million. It allowed me to enjoy the finer things of life. A cliffside 5-bedroom villa on the Californian coast for example. This morning, I wore my bath robe as I walked through the house to get the coffee started. Then, once I filled a steaming mug, I went out to the rear patio where the 8-person hot tub sat, close to the back entrance. It was closed in on two sides but still had a view on the backyard and a row of trees and the sea to the east. Living in a warm climate made it easy to use the tub just about any day of the year.
Once I reached the tub, I shrugged off my robe and climbed naked into the warm, soothing water. It had just gone 6.30am and highly unlikely anyone else would be awake at this time so I felt at ease I wouldn't be disturbed. I lived with my wife, michelle, and stepdaughter Liv. We realised early on in our marriage we couldn't have children, so we adopted Liv when she was 2 years. If things went well, I reckoned I had about an hour before any surfaced, plenty of time to jerk off before getting dressed and finishing up with the cleaning chores.
The night before, as the party was winding down, Michelle offered to give a ride home to my friend, David. David claimed he'd had too much to drink to drive himself and Michelle quickly volunteered. She was out for two and a half hours for what should've been a half hour round trip. I knew she had been fucking other guys for a long time, but this was the first time it looked like she was fucking a supposed friend of mine.
I had woken up when Michelle got back and tried to slip into bed without being noticed, but I pretended to keep sleeping and let her think she got away with another careless indiscretion.
The only reason I let her keep getting away with her chronic cheating was for the sake of our stepdaughter. Liv mattered more to me than anything in the world, and putting up with Michelle's extra-marital activities was a small price to pay to give my baby girl a stable home to grow up in. It probably would've been painful if I'd still loved Michelle, but that ship had sailed long ago. I no longer cared what she did.
Mostly, I just found her behaviour aggravating. She was growing increasingly obvious about what she was doing and I didn't want Liv to figure it out. She wasn't close to her mother, being much more of a daddy's girl, but it was hardly the kind of example a mother should set for her daughter.
But Liv was nineteen and in her second year of college. I rationalized a divorce wouldn't upset her life so much now. She was an incredible girl; a gorgeous young woman and it was time to make some overdue changes. Liv would see through her mother's careless behaviour sooner or later, if she hadn't figured it out already. Either way, she was already aware of the distance between us. I was sure she'd see the logic behind his divorcing Michelle.
As I savoured the feeling of the warm water swirling around my naked body, I sipped my coffee and relaxed, actually feeling optimistic about the coming year. Once divorced I would feel free to explore the dating scene again. I had always kept myself in shape and I thought I looked better than guys half my age. I still had strong legs, fairly muscular arms and firm torso. Above all I had been blessed with an above average penis, not that michelle seemed to care any longer, that ship had long since sailed. I could finally break free of this empty marriage and feel good about giving Liv a good head start on her life. I even started thinking ahead about possible women he planned to ask out on dates. This even included a couple of Liv's friends who were almost as good looking as she was and had been flirting with him for the past few months. The thought of going out with one of his daughter's friends brought a coy smile to my face. My only hesitation was how Liv would feel about her father dating one of her friends.
My mind started wandering and before I knew it, he realized Liv was there getting into the tub with me. She was wearing a skimpy, white string bikini that took me by surprise shaking me from my daydream. Just on the heels of daydreaming about her friends, I never expected to be greeted by a girl the same age in a bikini as small as the one she was wearing. Maybe I was biased being her father, well stepfather to be precise, but I thought Liv was more beautiful with an even better body than any of her friends. With her long, sandy brown hair, Liv had a slender, almost dancer's body with a very conspicuous pair of round, wobbling, D cup breasts.
In her tiny bikini top, those breasts were more prominent than ever. There were so full that the bottom of each boob was protruding under her top. The tightness of her top pushing them together to create the most wonderful cleavage. I knew I shouldn't be paying attention to my own daughter's tits, but they were big and gorgeous by any standard. Also being proud of how sweet and smart she turned out to be, I realized how lucky I'd be to find a girl just like her. One of her friends would be the closest I'd probably get. Her friend, Chloe, was the one who always flirted with him the most. She was blonde and almost as busty as Liv. I was already thinking he should text her later that day, but I noticed the very unhappy look on Liv's face.
"Hey, sweetheart, is everything okay?" I asked, suddenly remembering I was naked. At the moment, Liv seemed too preoccupied to notice my exposed cock below the water.
"No, Daddy. Everything is not okay," she replied. She always called me daddy despite her maturing years. Perhaps her private education and limited exposure to the real world had kept her young at heart.
"I'm sorry, Liv. Do you wanna talk about it?"
"I don't know if I can. I don't even know if I should," she said in frustration.
"Aww, sweetie, you know you can talk to the old man about anything, right?"
Now that her white bikini was wet, the shady circles of her areolas were showing through the fabric. I did his best to ignore them, which wasn't easy.
"Maybe not this time, Daddy. I dunno. Argh! I'm just so ... mad!"
"I'm always here for you if wanna talk, baby girl. Problem with a boyfriend?"
"Ugh! Yeah, something like that. But not my boyfriend. Not that I have one."
I was surprised to hear she didn't have a boyfriend, but I was still concerned about whatever was upsetting her so I decided I wouldn't ask about that until later.
"Then what's the problem, honey? I don't know when I've seen you looking this upset."
Liv made an exaggerated frown as she stalled for time answering the question. I couldn't help sneaking another look at her tits. Her mouthwatering globes were half in and half out of the water. I realized my ideas about dating her friends were probably a reaction to the fact that I couldn't have her. This revelation took me by surprise, but I knew it was true. I had a deeper affection for Liv, more than I ever allowed himself to admit. Until now. But it was the unholy sort of affection a man could never speak of.
I brought his eyes back to his daughter's face and instantly realized I'd been caught gazing at her plump young breasts. But Liv was suddenly smiling coyly. She was clearly proud of what she had and took satisfaction seeing me indulge an appreciative look. I quickly turned back to a serious expression of concern while Liv's smile didn't change. I was profoundly embarrassed, but at least Liv looked more relaxed.
"I really don't like seeing you so upset," I said, eager to deflect her attention away from my moment of bad judgement.
Liv lost her smile and took a deep breath. "I guess there's no good way to say it, Daddy. But I can't stand it. You need to know."
"Know what?" I asked.
"It's about Mom," she said in a steely tone.
Here it comes, I thought. She knows about her mother's cheating. At the same time, I was hoping he was wrong. While there was no love lost between me and Michelle, I didn't want Liv to have to go through the disappointment of finding out her mother wasn't who she thought.
"Okay. What about her?" I prodded cautiously.
Liv paused for a long moment. "She's cheating on you. I wouldn't believe it except I saw it with my own eyes."
The girl looked like she was going to cry. I just felt pissed off at his cheating wife. It sounded like she'd done something more careless than usual.
"Are you sure, sweetie? What do you mean you saw something?"
"Ugh. It was disgusting, Daddy. I went into the kitchen and caught her with her hand in David's pants, and she was ... well, it was obvious what she was doing. What the fuck! He's supposed to be your friend! They didn't even stop. They just laughed and Mom asked him if he was ready for his ride home. They knew I saw them and they didn't even care!"
I felt my anger rise. I was past caring what my wife did anymore, but I was disgusted that she'd be careless enough to get caught by their daughter.
"I'm sorry you had to see that, sweetheart," I told her with a concerned frown. "Your mother should've been more careful."
Then Liv's jaw dropped and she looked at me in surprise. "You know?"
Taking a deep breath, I explained the whole situation. Liv listened attentively. She raised her brow in surprise a couple of times, but mostly she nodded as if everything she was hearing made sense. During our talk though, I noticed Liv's eyes drifting downward to where my exposed cock was visible even under the churning water. She went silent a few seconds the first time she noticed, but she did a reasonable job of taking it casually that I was naked. I could see she kept taking quick looks, trying not to be obvious. It was the same way I kept looking at her thinly covered tits in her wet, white bikini.
"So, I guess I'm not surprised," Liv finally said after I finished explaining about Michelle and including my plans to leave her and start a new life. She grew thoughtful for a moment, and I caught her looking back down at my cock. It was probably just an absent-minded gaze, but after finally unburdening myself I felt relieved and optimistic, and I couldn't help feeling excited by having a girl as young, sexy and pretty as Liv staring at his cock.
"Well, umm, so what'll you do? Where will you go? Will you move out or Mom?" she asked, coming out of the mini-trance she was in.
"That's still a work in progress. Still have a lot to discuss with your mom. But after last night, it's time. Not that she's gonna be surprised."
