Chapter 1

"Honey?" I asked my husband, as he snuggled up behind me. He smelt good, since he just got out of the shower. "Have you noticed anything different about Jackie?"

Jackie is our sixteen-year-old daughter and is the light of both our lives. She has shoulder-length blond hair and blue eyes. She is very intelligent and has a personality that makes everyone around her feel good.

"Hmmmm, no, I don't think so," he answered, as he kissed my neck and slid his hand down my side to my hip. "Why?"

I rolled on to my back and looked into his handsome face; I could see the love and excitement in his eyes. "I don't know. I can't put my finger on it but I think something is bothering her."

Hank slid his hand up my thigh, across my tummy, and finally cupped my breast before lowering his lips to kiss me. "Maybe it's something you need to ask her about," he whispered, "In the morning."

I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feeling of his lips on mine. It felt wonderful to have his hands softly, gently rolling my nipple between his fingers. My hand went to his neck as our kiss intensified in passion. I felt his lips on my neck, then on my shoulder as he slid his hand down my tummy, stopping just short of my wet sex.

"I love the way your hands feel on my body," I whispered, and spread my legs, inviting his hand further down.

Hank moved between my legs and lowered his body to mine. He kissed me again before moving his lips to my nipple. I felt it harden as he flicked his tongue across it, before sucking it into his mouth.

"Oh yes," I breathed and closed my eyes, as my fingers started playing with his hair. I then felt his lips travel across my chest to suck on my other nipple as his hands roamed up and down my sides.

Opening my eyes, I saw him raise his head and look at me with a mischievous grin on his lips. "Ask me."

I sighed, knowing what he wanted to hear. "Please."

"Please, what?" he asked, kissing my tummy all over.

"Lick me, please."

I saw him smile at me, then watched as he slid down my body until his face was just above my very wet hole. I felt his hands gently pushing my thighs apart and his lips kissing them.

"Please, don't tease me."

"But you enjoy it so much," he said, as he very lightly licked my pussy lips.

"No, no I don't," I weakly told him. We both knew it was not true.

"Then why are you so wet and why are your hips rocking?"

"I, I..." I started to speak, but his tongue made a long, slow, very light trek from the bottom of my slit to my clit. "Ohhhhhhh."

Hank gave up teasing me, and with ever increasing pressure, started licking me, sending wonderful waves of goodness through my body. I brought my knees up and out, and felt his hands holding them in that position as his attention was focused on bringing me to orgasm.

"Oh, oh, Hank," I moaned. I knew I was close and I wanted to cum, but I knew he would back off in a moment. He always did that only to start over and let the sensations build up in me again. It wasn't long before I felt his lips on my overheated pussy and his tongue licking at my opening. "Oh God, please don't stop, Baby."

I raised my head and looked between my legs where Hank's face was buried in my pussy. Something about that sight always got to me, and when his tongue flicked across my clit, I felt my climax explode from deep within me. My hands went to his head and held it in place as I rocked my hips up to get as much of his tongue in me as possible.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!" I moaned over and over, no longer caring about my unlady-like language.

After several long moments, Hank slid up my body and looked me in the eye as he lowered his lips to mine. We had been married for seventeen years now, and I never allowed him to kiss me after he'd been down there until recently. I remember a night almost a year ago, when he licked to me to an especially hard cum, and without giving me a chance to move my head, brought his face to mine. I tried to fight it at first, but the more he kissed me, the more I realized that my taste didn't bother me as much as I thought it would. I remember opening my mouth and letting him push his tongue inside, giving me the first real taste of my pussy juice. Since then, I readily accepted his juice coated lips and tongue.

His tongue was probing my mouth as I felt his hard member probe for my hole. I sucked hard on it as my hand slid to his hardness between our bodies, aiming it at the entrance to my inner being.

"Fuck me, Hank. Please fuck me," I moaned, breaking our kiss off and feeling him enter me.

"God, Julie, what a filthy mouth," Hank told me.

"You like my filthy mouth?" I asked him, as he ground his hard penis against my pussy.

"Yes, you know I do."

"Then fuck me and I will talk dirty to you," I moaned.

I felt him pull his member out and pause. I opened my eyes and stared into his, knowing what he wanted. "Fuck your whore."

"I will, you dirty whore, ' he told me, his voice taking on a tone of arousal and lust.

"Mmmmmmmmmmm, my pussy wants that cock. Give it to me, give it to your fucking whore."

He started sawing his cock in and out of me and I knew that I was just along for the ride now. I lost the ability to speak as I felt my hips rocking up to meet his thrusts. I enjoyed feeling his weight on me and welcomed it when he lowered his upper body to mine, crushing my breasts into his chest.

"Ah, ah, yes. Oh ... yes!" I wrapped my legs around his back and pulled him tight to me. I felt his seed erupt in my hot cunt as my own cum rushed from my pussy and washed over his cock and balls.

"You whore!" he grunted, giving me several small thrusts, pumping all of his cum into my hot love canal.

We lay together for several minutes, until we got our breath back and his weight got too much for me. Then he rolled to my side and laid his arm across my breasts. "I love you," he whispered.

I ran my fingers along his jaw and across his lips. "What's not to love?" I whispered back.

"I can't think of a single thing."

I leaned my head forward and kissed him gently, before whispering, "I love you too."

XXXXXX

I waited until Hank was in the kitchen the next morning before I got out of bed. I slipped my house robe on and padded down the hallway to join him. He was sitting at the table, drinking a cup of coffee and reading the morning newspaper.

"Morning," I greeted him, reaching for my favorite coffee mug.

"Good morning," he said, putting his newspaper down. "Why are you up?"

Since I don't work outside the home, I usually don't get out of bed until Hank has left for the office. "I wanted to talk to you. Something is really bothering me about Jackie."

"I really don't know what you are talking about," Hank told me, reaching his hand out and laying it on top of mine. "What do you think is wrong?"

"I don't know, that's just the thing. There is just something about her that is, well, not right," I said, lowering my head and looking into my coffee mug.

"I think you are imagining things, but why don't you talk to her? We have always told her to come to us if she has a problem, haven't we?" Hank said.

I nodded my head knowing, what he was saying was true.

"Good," he said and looked at his watch, "I've got to go or the traffic is going to be horrible."

I went back to my bedroom, made the bed, and gathered the laundry. I heard Jackie walk to her bathroom and walk back to her bedroom a few minutes later. I looked at the clock and knew that she would be leaving for school in a few minutes. I already decided that if I was going to talk to her, it would have to be after school.

"Bye, Mom," she called, as she hurried down the hall.

"Wait," I called to her. When she turned to look at me, I smiled and said, "Love you, have a good day."

"Love you too, bye," she gave me a quizzical look, adjusted her bag on her shoulder and stepped out the front door.

I went to her room to gather her laundry, but an idea came to me as I entered her room that I would never have acted on before now. "This is so wrong," I said out loud, as I looked around her room for any tell-tale signs.

I always kept a very tidy house, but if I was tidy, Jackie was immaculate. So when I saw her closet door ajar, it caught my attention. I have never snooped around in her room before. I always trusted her and she has never given her father or me a reason not to. I took a deep breath and opened the door, not knowing what I would find, if anything. I didn't see anything that caught my eye at first. Then, as if someone slapped me in the face, I saw it. A bag identical to the one she just left with.

"What in the world?" I asked the room. I picked it up and noticed that it was heavier than I thought. Puzzled, I placed it on her bed and pulled the zipper open. I was not prepared for what I found.

I slowly reached inside the bag and pulled out a leather corset. Next came a pair of black fishnet stockings, followed by a pair of black, 4-inch stiletto shoes. I set those on her bed and looked further into the bag. I felt my breath catch in my throat as I dumped the remainder of the contents out.

My hand was on my chest, and my eyes felt like they were popping out of their sockets, as I saw what I knew to be a flogger and two pairs of handcuffs, one was normal chrome, the other was a pink fuzzy pair. But the thing that I could not believe my daughter would have, was the strap-on dildo that looked way too big for any woman.

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