The Square

As Brooke and I drove to her father's house for dinner, I couldn't help but feel excited. It was always a pleasure to see her father and I knew that this visit would help Brooke relax, which was something she really needed lately.

When we arrived, Brooke's father greeted us warmly and we sat down to eat. As we chatted and caught up on old times, I noticed Brooke slowly relaxing and enjoying herself. It was nice to see her so happy and carefree for a change.

As the evening wore on, we announced that we needed to get going. We walked with him to the door, saying our goodbyes and exchanging hugs as we left for home.

Later that night, were getting ready for bed and as Brooke undressed, I noticed she was missing her panties.

"Where are your panties?" I asked. "You had those nice pink satin ones on today, that I love!"

Brooke's eyes widened with realization. "Oh, that," she said, her cheeks flushing pink. "Daddy's been feeling lonely lately, and I wanted to cheer him up."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Brooke had given her own thong to her father, all to make him feel better?

"Are you okay with this?" Brooke asked, her voice filled with concern.

"After Aaron left us, I started to understand what Dad must be going through after losing mom." She went on. "I wondered then how I would feel losing you and I realized how sad daddy must be. So I figured, he will know I left them in there, and might appreciate smelling my pussy as he jerks off."

I couldn't deny the fact that I was feeling aroused, the idea of Brooke's father having her lingerie was a turn on. "I'm not sure," I said, trying to keep my voice steady.

Brooke must have sensed my hesitation because she quickly added, "Luke, it's just a piece of lingerie. It doesn't mean anything. I love you, and I'm committed to you. Daddy is just feeling lonely, and I wanted to help him."

I knew she was right, but the idea of her father having her lingerie still made me feel a little uneasy. Despite my reservations, I found myself feeling aroused by the thought of it.

In the days that followed, I couldn't stop thinking about Brooke's lingerie and the idea of her father having it. It was taboo, forbidden, and yet it aroused me in ways that I had never felt before.

One night, as we lay in bed together, I couldn't help but bring it up. "Brooke," I said, my voice low and husky. "I can't stop thinking about your lingerie."

Brooke turned to me, a coy smile playing at the corners of her mouth. "Oh really?" she asked, her voice teasing.

I took a deep breath and decided to be honest with Brooke. "I don't know exactly why, but the thought of your dad having your panties is a huge turn on for me," I said, looking into her eyes.

Brooke's eyebrows raised in surprise, but then a smile spread across her face. "Really?" she asked, intrigued.

I nodded. "Yeah. I mean, I know it's weird, but the idea of him having something that's so intimate and personal to you, it's like he's getting a piece of you that only I should have," I explained, feeling a little embarrassed.

I breathed a sigh of relief that she wasn't freaked out by my confession. "Yeah, exactly," I said, smiling.

I looked over at Brooke and grinned mischievously, knowing exactly what she was implying. "Well, knowing Tony, he's probably got your thong in his mouth right now," I said, laughing.

Brooke giggled and snuggled closer to me. "Mmm, that's a naughty thought," she said, running her fingers through my hair.

I let out a contented sigh, feeling the warmth of her body next to mine. It had been a long day and I was exhausted, but I couldn't resist the urge to tease my wife a little bit more. "Maybe he's rubbing it all over his face, imagining the smell of you," I said, grinning.

Brooke playfully swatted my arm. "Stop it, you're making me all hot and bothered," she said, laughing.

I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her close, feeling the softness of her skin against mine. "You're always hot and bothered when I'm around," I said, nuzzling my nose into her neck.

Brooke moaned softly, running her hands down my back. "You know me too well," she said, tilting her head back to look at me.

"Have you ever seen my dad's penis?" Asked Brooke. "Like accidentally in the men's room or something?"

"No." I replied, matter-of-factly.

"I've seen it before, many times and I have "accidentally" walked in on him in the shower, Luke, it is so big," she said, her voice full of excitement. "It is like nothing you have ever seen before. It is thick and long, and veiny and hairy."

"Like Aaron's?" I asked.

"Not quite as long but thicker and daddy's is wider in the middle than at the end." Brooke replied, her voice becoming raspy and sensual.

I could feel my heart pounding in my chest as Brooke continued to describe Tony's penis to me. It was like nothing I had ever experienced before, and yet it was incredibly arousing. I could feel myself getting harder and harder with each word that escaped Brooke's lips. As she spoke, she spread her legs wider and wider, giving me an incredible view of her beautiful pussy.

"Brooke, I want you so badly," I whispered, my voice thick with desire.

Brooke smiled, turning onto her back and spreading her legs fully open and ready. "I know, baby. You want to see me with daddy, don't you?"

I felt a shiver run through me at her words. The thought of Brooke with her father, the thrill of being a cuckold and watching her pleasure, it was almost too much to handle.

"Yes," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper. "I want you to seduce your father."

Brooke grinned, reaching down to stroke my cock. "Good! I am going to do it then."