The next day Brooke and I were discussing what to do about her father. It was morning time and we were on the couch sipping coffee. She was wearing sweat pants and a see through pajama top with thin white straps, it was easy to see her large nipples and pink areola.
The door-bell rang. It was her father, Tony. We invited him in and we offered him some coffee and he sat across from us on a comfy chair.
"Daddy, what brings you here? It's unusual to for you to stop by in the morning?" Brooke asked.
"I know honey! It's just that I wanted to talk to the both of you." He said dryly, with a tone meant for no nonsense conversations.
I looked at Brooke nervously.
"I found your thong in my hamper in the bathroom," Tony said, pausing and staring at each of us, "I asked myself why it could be there? There was no reason for my daughter's thong to end up there since she did not shower or accidentally spill something on herself. And then they disappeared from my house!"
"Daddy! Luke and I, about nine months ago had opened our marriage to another man, named Aaron. We did so because my sex drive is often too much for Luke to take care of. I need it four to five times a day. Some days I rest and don't have sex or masturbate, but most days my pussy needs a cock. So, we found Aaron and had a sort of polyamory going on. The three of us exclusive to each other because I want to have sex with a man that I love and not a stranger. Aaron was with us for about three or four months and it was great! I felt satisfied and Luke got a break from my constant demands, but Aaron had to leave our little triangle to focus on his kids and try to make amends with his ex-wife."
"I did not know that!" Tony said with a look of surprise on his face. His eyes drifted down to his daughter's tits, which were clearly visible through the thin white night shirt she had on. Her nipples were rock hard and swollen and it was difficult to look away.
"I was sad and devastated when Aaron left. I basically lost a second husband. Then I thought of you, being lonely, missing mom, not having someone to be with, to hold, to comfort, to love. So, I left my thong in your hamper hoping you would smell my pussy while you jerked off and maybe help with your loneliness." Brooke said, unapologetically.
"Have you found a new partner?" Tony asked.
"No! and I don't want to find another stranger because you don't know who you are getting and there is a lot of disease out there and a lot of crazy people out there." Said Brooke as she adjusted herself on the couch by uncrossing her legs and sitting back into the cushion.
"There certainly is a lot of crazies out there!" I said as I put my hand on Brooke's thigh.
