*****Author's Note*****
This is Chapter 2 of the Victoria and Papa Joe series. It can be read as a standalone, but will be better if you read Chapter 1 first. Much like the first chapter, this is a long read at almost one hour. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing this part of mine and Victoria's adventure.
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I awoke after a fitful night of sleep. My back and neck ached. I've never slept well in the guest bed, and I was cursing myself for not springing for a higher quality mattress. If I was being completely honest with myself, however, I hadn't really expected it to get much use.
It had been six months since my wife, Victoria, had enjoyed her first sexual experience with her father. I had expected and we had discussed having future flings with Papa Joe, but I did not realize that it would be every time that I went on a business trip. Victoria had gotten me to agree that I would sleep in the guest room on the days that I returned home after she had been with her father, but I was beginning to think that she purposefully had him pay his visits on days I returned home.
This was now the sixth time my wife had cuckolded me with her father. I wasn't upset, but I was quite jealous. She was clearly being satisfied in ways that I could never provide...and that was my intent. Victoria was definitely happier and more content with life. We still had sex, so I wasn't a complete cuck, but it was obvious that she was always waiting for the next time her father would satisfy the cravings in her loins.
As much as I had wanted to, I had not been able to be present for any of their escapades after their first night of passion. I had also taken down the nanny cameras in the house to give them their privacy. I knew that Victoria was more likely to be herself if there wasn't an always watching eye overlooking all of her actions. Still, despite my jealous feelings, I had a desire to watch her and her father in the act once again. I had also basically worn out the film I had made of them, and frankly I wanted some new footage.
Victoria and her father would usually fuck while I was out on my monthly business trips. As much as I'm sure she would like him to visit more frequently, it would typically just be once per trip, so as not to raise any suspicions with her mother, Salma. Although, last month, we made a special occasion out of Father's Day, and Victoria took her Dad on an out of town trip to spend the weekend together under the guise of a father/daughter event.
I dragged myself out of bed and practically zombie walked to the kitchen to make some breakfast. After getting my body fueled, I sat on the couch to watch some ESPN on my off day. It was nearly 11 in the morning when Victoria softly made her way downstairs and embraced me from behind, leaning over the couch to give me a hug and a kiss on the cheek.
"Morning Love," she said. "How was your trip?"
She was glowing, just like she had been after her first time fucking her father. "It was good. Nothing special," I responded. "Although I slept terribly last night. It looks like you had a good time though."
She sauntered around and joined me on the couch. "I really did," she sighed as if a burden had been lifted from her. "Thanks again for being so understanding. I know you hate the guest bed, but you have given me with a gift I didn't know I needed, and I need that time by myself afterwards to re-enter." This time she gave me a bigger kiss on the lips.
I just sat and took her in. She was still the most beautiful woman in the world to me, and seeing her ultimately satisfied made her even sexier. She possessed a new sense of confidence that she wore around her at all times. I was happy for her, but she could still tell that tell that something was off with me.
"Hey, what's bothering you?" she asked, quizzically.
"I'm happy for you, truly." I felt like such a child. "It's just that you get to have these amazing experiences every month, but I'm mostly left in the dark. I'd love another chance to watch you both. You being with another man is my fantasy too, and right now I feel like only you are reaping the benefits. I respect your privacy, but I really want to be involved more."
She sat there silently...pondering my words. The awkward silence lasted a little too long after my confession. We both knew that she now held all the cards in the situation, and my wishes were only given consideration.
She finally spoke, "I guess you're right. I've been a little selfish," she acknowledged with a slight nod. "But in my defense, performing in front of your cameras is very stressful. That first time with my Dad was enjoyable, but deep in the back of my subconscious was the fact that I was in the middle of a performance. It made it harder to enjoy the moment, you know what I mean?"
I did, and acknowledged with a nod of my own.
"But it's become more comfortable with my Dad now," she continued. "And again, thank you for the privacy. I think I'm ready to put on another show for my loving husband."
She said it in a semi-mocking tone, but deep down she was sincere. She'd still do anything for me, after all, that's how we got to these circumstances in the first place.
I immediately perked up, completely forgetting about my sleepless night. "Great, 'cause I have a couple of ideas and things I'd really like you to try!"
She cut me off with a hand to my chest. "Easy there big guy, let's take it one step at a time. First, I haven't exactly told you EVERYTHING we have done together, so how do you know what we haven't done?"
That dig hurt, but Victoria definitely knew how to play with my emotions.
"And second," she continued, "It will kinda be awkward to put on a big elaborate show for my Dad now that we have done it several times. The seduction part has already happened. We kinda just fuck now. He's almost like a monthly booty call. Don't get me wrong, it's still hot as hell, but it would be really strange if I made a big deal of it now."
"Well, can I at least pick out some new lingerie for you?" I pleaded.
"That's exactly my point," she said. "I haven't really dressed up for him since that first night. The second time, I greeted him at the door completely nude, but since then, it's usually something cute like booty shorts or yoga pants and a tank top. But give it a few days and we can talk about what you have in mind, okay?"
"Wait...you greeted him at the door completely nude?" I quizzed, jaw agape.
"Yeah, he fucked me right there in the doorway. I didn't even get his clothes all the way off before he was inside of me. It was so hot, you definitely would have enjoyed watching that evening." She smirked, reliving the night. "And then I took him to our room to fuck him in our bed."
I just sat there stupefied, staring at the front door and picturing my wife fucking her father, back pressed up against wall. It blew my mind that they were so hot for one another that they couldn't wait another moment to be together.
In my trance, Victoria gave me another kiss on the cheek and got up to head to the kitchen, signaling the end of the conversation. I guess I'd have to live with what I could get. At this point, beggars can't be choosers, and I'm on the verge of begging. How did I get myself in this position?
I gave Victoria the space she requested, but I was immediately back in planning mode, just like the last time. I was creating camera angles for sexual positions that I would request, almost like an invisible porn director. I had everything pretty much mapped out when Victoria completely caught me off guard.
"Hey babe, we're a few weeks from our wedding anniversary, and I had a thought about a gift for you," she mentioned casually as we sat for breakfast one morning.
"You have my attention," I quipped.
Victoria gave me a devious smile. "Well, instead of a physical gift, how would you like it if I have my Dad over and fuck him in my bridal lingerie? I thought about your request, and I figured I could turn OUR anniversary into an excuse to make a big deal about meeting up with Dad."
