This is the first story I ever wrote (with the help of a gay friend to help me through some of the "talk like a dad" parts), and I wasn't sure what my writing style was, yet. The first few chapters will be from the perspective of individual characters, but after 4 or 5 (7 or 8? don't remember) chapters I just started writing like a normal person :-P I started rewriting the beginning to match the style of the most recent chapters, but it was just so much work... and I have other stories I need to tell, too... so if the perspective shifts seem super annoying, hang in there, because they don't last long, I think. I have like 10 or so chapters already written, and I will need to convert them to these webpages one at a time, so hang in there, it gets better... and sorry in advance if you think it sucks. :-( But IMO it gets better.
Chapter 1 - MF, Mf
Daddy's perspective
I'm Stephen.
My wife Christine had given me our secret codeword that she wanted sex tonight. Most of her evenings were spent with her face buried in whatever "50 Shades" clone was currently on the e-reader, and she didn't have much use in bed for a regular husband who wasn't a cowboy
or Viking or billionaire S&M enthusiast. But once a month or so she needed to scratch her itch, and she would let me know when my services were required. I typically don't go to bed until a few hours after she does, so I started making my preparations.
I got our daughter, my adorable 10 year old Lindsey, ready for bed... it was a school night. She is almost 4 feet tall, thin and lithe, and has great muscle tone from
gymnastics and her junior swim team. Long, light-brown hair and blue eyes, and an adorable elfin face that looks like Tinkerbell when she smiles. And she has a habit of cocking her hip out for pictures, she is a natural flirt. I still wonder where she learned that.
While helping her into her PJs... discretely proper as her mother was still up and
about... I whispered "Tonight" into her ear. That was our own codeword. She looked at me and smiled and started getting ready for bed a little faster.
I took her to bed, read her another chapter from the book about the spider and
the pig, gave her a soft but lingering kiss on her lips, whispered, "See you soon..." and left the room, turning off her light and closing the door.
I peeked my head into my bedroom. Christine was already in her nightie, straightening up the bed. She is 42 years old, 5'4, 130 pounds with breasts that seem to get fuller as she gets older, and also, like her daughter,
has a firm body as she runs 4 miles a day. I told her, "I'm going to go get some water, be right back." She crawled into bed.
I went to the kitchen for a bottle of water, and on my way back to my bedroom gave my daughter's door the tiniest of knocks that would only be audible to
her. I entered my bedroom and turned off the lights, leaving only the glow of the streetlights on the bed, and left the door slightly open about
a foot.
I crawled into my bed next to my wife.
Now don't get me wrong, Christine is still a desirable woman, but our problem is time and familiarity. We've been having the same sex for over 20 years now, and there are no more surprises. Most times the only way I can perform with her is to fantasize about someone else. But I do, because I think having a stable home is important for a child, and
to a certain degree, because judges often favor mothers when it is time to decide custody in a divorce case... and I can't lose Lindsey. So I do my husbandly duties, when required.
I slide up next to her, my hand on her hip. Even though I've felt it a million a times, I still love the womanly curve of her hips. I caress her thigh, slowly working my hand under her nightie, taking it slow, warming her up. I start working her nightie off her shoulders with my mouth, nuzzling my way toward her breasts, as
my hand gets closer to the heat between her legs. At the same time my lips and tongue find her nipples that our daughter suckled as a baby, my fingers find her wet pussy. She spreads her legs for me as I caress her, spreading her juices around, getting her nice and slick, and I work her hard nipples with my tongue. Sometimes she will reach down to stroke me, sometimes not.
Among the other shadows in the hallway she doesn't notice the slightly darker 4 foot tall shadow in the doorway, but I do.
As I said, sex with my wife is routine... I warm her up, and she gets on top of me. She has always favored that position (and so do I so I don't complain), and she rides me fast and slow, dropping whichever nipple she wants sucked into my mouth, until we both cum at the same time. I love grabbing her hips and ass and pulling myself as deep inside her as I can go and filling her with cum, every time. Lindsey was a surprise and
Christine has never wanted any more kids, but she never got on birth control or
anything so I guess we figured if it happens again, it happens. The only time she makes any sounds of pleasure during sex is when she cums. I get a few gasps to let me know I did a good job. When I cum I make eye contact with the shadowy figure in the doorway... where I think her eyes are,
anyway... and say some message that Christine thinks is for her. "I love cumming inside you," or, "You feel so good." Christine doesn't really care, but the actual person I was talking to knows who the message was really for, and that's her
signal to go to her room quickly. She does so.
From beginning to end of sex, Christine and I never kiss each other.
Christine then rolls off of me, lays there for a moment catching her breath, and says something disparaging like, "You made a
mess," then goes to the bathroom to wash up and get dressed. She returns to bed, puts her back to me, and falls asleep. I lie there still naked, penis now soft and wet and sticky, and wait. I have another girl to visit tonight.
I will lie there and watch TV for 10 or 20 minutes until I am sure Christine is asleep, pad down the hall still naked to Lindsey's room, enter and close the
door softly behind me. I am already growing hard again as I see my daughter peeking over the edge of her covers. When she sees it is me, she bursts out of her blankets, naked, on her hands and knees on her bed, eyes glued to Daddy's cock and murmuring, "OMG OMG I wanna taste I wanna taste," with her mouth open and practically drooling...