My daughter, Cindy, was a lovely child and the complete opposite of her mother, Beth, who could be a total bitch. She was already 22-years old and still living at home, which was one of the many things my nagging wife complained about. Not that Beth had any real problems. I gave her everything she wanted. We lived in a large house, a mansion by most standards, and I even paid for her masseuse, Tony to come over and give her a back rub three times per week.
I'd often come home from work and hear my wife moaning in pleasure from our bedroom as Tony worked her muscles and yet my wife would still expect me to cook dinner which was never up to her impossible standards. To be perfectly honest, I had brought this upon myself by allowing my wife to dominate me even from before we got married.
But in those days we were having tons of sex and it was a real thrill to have a woman who took control in the bedroom. She would always tell me what to do and I enjoyed calling her 'mommy' and cumming only when she allowed it. Needless to say, this didn't last long and once she had that ring on her finger we no longer had sex but she still continued to tell me what to do.
My only consolation was our kind-hearted daughter. Cindy was the best daughter a father could ask for. She was well-behaved and polite and she even helped me cook dinner and take care of the house while her mother was out shopping or at book club or taking a long bath. She really appreciated the affluent lifestyle all my hard work provided and I wondered if I'd have been happier being married to someone more like my daughter.
Cindy and I had lots of long conversations, which was another positive aspect of our daddy-daughter relationship, but we generally avoided complaining about her mother or talking about anything to do with sex. Although we both knew that Beth was a terrible mom and an awful wife, talking about it was not going to change anything and so we just focused on the positives and got on with our lives.
Then one day I came home from work just as Tony was leaving. His sleeveless shirt really showed off his muscles as he passed me at the door carry his little basket of aromatherapy oils.
"Cheers Frank!" he grinned as he walked past.
I steeped into the house and took a peach from the fruit bowl on the kitchen table. Beth and Cindy were having another one of their arguments. Beth said our daughter should move out the house now that she was in her 20s. I could see Cindy was really upset this time and that her mother's cruel words had really upset her usually carefree demeanor. Cindy let loose and was unrelenting in her critiques. She said her mother was a bitch and that she hoped she would die.
I said that was taking it too far and told Cindy to go to her room.
My wife just raised her eyebrows and said she was going out.
I went to Cindy's room to talk with her a few minutes later but no matter what I said my daughter just shook her head.
"Dad, stop defending her, she treats us both like shit and besides, she's been cheating on you for years."
"What are you talking about?" I gasped.
"You think Tony comes over to give mom a massage? He's not even a masseuse, I looked him up, he's a fitness instructor, and mom doesn't go to book club."
I reflected on the fact that my wife had never read a book in her life and I was suddenly struck by what a fool I had been. That my daughter had to break the news to me only enhanced my embarrassment. My wife had cuckolded me for years. Perhaps I had always known, but hearing it from my sweet daughter's soft lips was a real shock to the system.
"I'm sorry Dad, but you can't go on like this, paying for everything, doing the garden, cooking dinner, while Mom just fucks other guys behind your back. It's wrong."
I just shook my head in disbelief.
"Do you guys even have sex anymore?' my daughter asked, rubbing salt into the wounds.
"No," I admitted shamefully. I felt pathetic.
Cindy could see that I was upset so she gave me a hug and started rubbing my back. For some reason I suddenly felt aroused. I had never felt that way about my daughter before but her heartfelt feminine touch was melting me like butter and my penis stiffened uncomfortably in my trousers as my stunning daughter pressed her comforting cheek against my flushed and embarrassed face.
"I love you daddy," she said pulling back to look into my eyes. She was sincerely lovely with long brown hair framing her enticing green eyes. I looked at my daughter in a new way then and wondered why I had chosen the life of a cuckold. If I could have married someone like Cindy I might have been much happier. Pity she was my daughter.
That night I lay in bed after my wife had insulted my small penis and advised I go to the bathroom and take care of myself if I wanted some release. I just held my tongue. I was not going to let her know what Cindy had told me, it would just give her more satisfaction. Thoughts swirled around my head, thoughts of anger and revenge but none of those things would make me happy. Only my loving daughter could soothe my aching heart.
Eventually I calmed down and once my thoughts stopped racing I could hear some noises coming from downstairs. It sounded like someone had left the television on. I snuck out of bed and descended into the living room where I found my daughter wrapped in a blanket on the couch watching a movie.
"Hey dad," she said, "sorry if I woke you, you alright?"
"You didn't wake me sweetie," I said, "just couldn't sleep is all."
"I take it mom didn't help put you to bed."
That was the second time today my daughter had mentioned sex and I couldn't help notice the cheeky grin on her stunning face, which was just as radiant in the reflected light of the television as it would have been in a beam of early spring light.
"No, she didn't."
"Do you think that would have helped."
I didn't know where my daughter was going with this line of questioning but as she was studying law I decided to go along with it.
"Yes, actually, I remember sleeping like a baby every night when your mother and I used to have sex."
What happened next really surprised me. Cindy flung off her blanket. She was wearing pajamas, tops and bottoms, made of cotton. They were pink and on her feet were a pair of white socks. Then she repositioned herself so that she was kneeling on the couch with her bum in the air and then to my amazement she slowly pulled her bottoms down and exposed her ass to me.
I could see her vagina and I even imagined I could smell her as a subtle scent permeated the air between us.
"You can jerk off and come on my ass if it will help you get some sleep," she said, "you do so much for me, this is the least I can do to help you."
I couldn't believe what was happening but there was no way I could turn down such an offer. I hadn't had sex with my wife in years and this was the most erotic thing that had happened to me in my life. My daughters peachy 22-year-old behind was totally irresistible and it took all the self-control I possessed to look without touching her.
Removing my penis from my boxer shorts, I was immediately erect and began stroking myself as I stared at my daughter's bottom. She did not wiggle around and flaunt herself. She just held her pose. Allowing myself to get a little closer I took a whiff of her pussy and increased the tempo at which I was jerking myself off.
