My daughter loves yoga. She is an exceptionally beautiful young women and as you can imagine I love my princess very deeply. Ashley loves anything health conscious or spiritual and she is always eating a carrot, doing a breathing exercise or some other such thing to "find her center."
Naturally, yoga was a good fit for her because it combined philosophy and meditation with exercise in a holistic workout and so once initiated Ashley continued progressing from basic postures to increasingly advanced positions rather quickly. It was also something she could do at home and considering she was very family orientated this suited her perfectly.
She had always been like that ever since she was a little girl, determined to prove she could do anything she put her mind to, striving with characteristic enthusiasm to impress her mother and I whom she adored. Ashely had always made us proud and we enjoyed spending time together.
I would sometimes watch her in the living room from my study adjacent. Her lithe body, toned by hours of concentrated balance and controlled movement, amazed me. I always wondered if she enjoyed my prying, as she seemed to hold some poses for incredibly long periods of time whenever my eyes lingered on her, in a downward dog pose, for example. Perhaps she just likes showing off a little for her father. I suppose with every father and daughter you have that and it is normal.
One day her mother caught me observing our daughter's thorough routine and ask me why I watched her so intently and why I seemed so engrossed. I was hard pressed to provide an explanation. "I just love her dedication", I said and my wife just smiled coyly before dropping the subject.
That night in bed my wife was suckling on my cock and moaning softly. She had always loved giving me head but something had gotten into her tonight. When she felt thoroughly wet and ready for me to fuck her still remarkably tight pussy she whispered in my ear, "pretend I am Ashley...".
I couldn't believe what I had just heard but a surge of sexual electricity went straight to the depths of my rumbling ball sac at the suggestion. "Why?" I stammered as I began fucking my wife in earnest, still processing her sordid suggestion while enjoying the sensation of repeatedly filling up her needy vagina.
"Because you want to fuck each other." she replied frankly, staring into my eyes as I continued thrusting unrelentingly into her mushy depths. "Ashley already admitted to me she wants to have sex with you and she is terrified there is something wrong with her," my wife continued. Hearing this while fucking was making it difficult to not blow my load and I began groaning, trying to hang on while pounding away at my wife's hot snatch.
"She told me that ever since she turned eighteen she has fantasized about sleeping with her father at night and that she wanted her daddy to make her a mommy one day too. That is why she always tried to impress us, to prove she would be a good mother."
My wife's story seemed incredible. My daughter had always secretly fantasized about me!? I was her ultimate sexual fantasy!? It seemed typically Freudian and probably characteristically normal but why was my wife bringing it up now?
"Fuck me daddy!" my wife began yelping. "Please fuck me daddy and make me pregnant!".
That was too much and I unleashed a torrent of semen deep within my incestuous role playing wife. Her dirty talking had brought her to the edge and when I began ejaculating deep within her it caused her body to start convulsing with powerful orgasms. I carried on thrusting even as my dick began to shrink back to its normal size and we both felt deeply satisfied by the most incredible fuck we had had in years.
I wondered if this would be the beginning of more role playing of this nature in the future. I certainly hoped so. Although at the same time I felt conflicted. I already worried that I spent too much time lusting for my daughter while she did yoga.
Should I really be taking the sexual fantasy even further with my wife?
"That was amazing honey," said my wife, sighing with contentment.
"I agree." I replied.
After a brief period of silence I continued...
"Did Ashley really tell you those things?"
"She did actually."
"So that wasn't just something you made up to spice up our sex life?"
"Not at all honey. I haven't known how to tell you before without freaking you out and breaking Ashley's trust. Of course she made me promise to never tell you. I assured her it was normal and that many girls have crushes on older men at her age, a teacher or maybe a relative and that it was just normal to feel more attracted to someone you know and feel comfortable with."
"Wow."
"And when I saw you checking her out today I wondered if you felt the same way."
