Chapter 1

It was nice to get the afternoon off. My boss said that since we landed that big client and we did not start onboarding them until next week, he gave me the rest of the week off to relax. I had Thursday until Monday morning to enjoy some time with my family.

My family: Jill is my gorgeous wife of 16 years. We celebrated her 35th birthday a few weeks ago. Don’t worry; I got her flowers, perfume, and tickets to a play with a 5-star dinner. I am not a cad, even though it was my favorite steak house. Jill loved it. Our kids: Sally, 16, is blond, bubbly, and extroverted. Everybody loves her. She can make anyone feel comfortable. Sally was born just three months after our wedding. Josh is nearly 15 years old, and I cannot figure out if he is a jock or a nerd; he loves to play basketball and mess with the computer and tech. Oh, and I am Jeff Grady, 37. Jill and I met in high school, and it was a typical romance between head cheerleader and quarterback.

It would have been a surprise for Jill if I had come home so early on a summer’s day. Since the kids were out of school, I was preoccupied thinking about what we could all do this afternoon. I was thinking we could go to the park at the lake; the girls could tan, and Josh and I could fish. Or maybe I could take a nap and just get everything ready for the excursion tomorrow.

When I finally got home, the house seemed strangely empty. Everyone must be out shopping or doing whatever they do when I am not around. After all, they were not expecting me home so early. I parked the car in the garage. I don’t know why I never parked in the garage, maybe because Jill’s car was always in there, and I parked outside. I wanted my wife to be able to park without having me having to move my car. The nap looked like a perfect option now, with no one interrupting me.

In my master bedroom, I slipped my shoes off and crawled into bed. I was out like a light. I must have slept like a log, that deep sleep of exhaustion.

Eventually, I woke slowly and groggily roused myself from my lovely nap; you know, when you get up from an extremely deep nap, your limbs are like sandbags. I forced myself up, stretching my arms to get my blood flowing. Hopefully, some of my blood would hit my brain to clear this sleep-addled mind fog. I did my business and began searching through the house for signs of life. Sally’s door was ajar, and I caught a glimpse of her lying on her bed as I walked by. I stopped in my tracks. What did I just see? I had to back up and look again. I could not believe what I thought I saw. I thought I saw my baby girl lying naked on her bed with a dildo stuffed in her sex. I had to be wrong. Before I could confirm what I thought I saw, I took a step back and bumped into my wife.

“There you are. I have been looking for you. What are you doing at home so early?” It felt as if Jill was blocking my way to go back and check on Sally.

“Oh, we landed the Johnson account, and I was given the rest of today and tomorrow off to rest and get ready for the long onboarding on Monday.”

Jill put her hand on my elbow and tugged me away from Sally’s door. “Come help me unload the groceries.” She maneuvered me so that she was between me and Sally’s door, so I could not get a complete glimpse inside my daughter’s room.

The brief glimpse I had of Sally showed her bare feet hanging off the edge of her bed. It looked like she was either kneeling or on all fours. Maybe she was not naked doing things with what had to be my imaginary rubber toys.

Jill and I unloaded the car with efficiency; after years of marriage, you learn to work with each other; it was my unspoken role to carry the bags in and Jill’s to put things away. I was fired from that job because she had her place for everything. Do you know I have a sexy wife? I loved watching her put things away; I was not allowed to help other than lugging the bags into the house, the high shelves would lift her skirt, and I could see the curve of her ass cheeks. She would always give me a show and knew how much I appreciated watching her. The lower shelves were something else. She always kept her knees straight as she bent over, and the back of her skirt would rise, giving me a look at her naked bottom flashing her pussy intermittently. She knew she was getting me aroused.

“You like what you see, big boy? She gave me a sexy pose, accidentally on purpose, holding her skirt up and flashing her bald snatch.

“Jill, Sally is home. You should be careful.”

“Oh, Jeff, she has seen a pussy and ass before. I would not worry about it.”

I had a picture pop in my mind of Sally spread on her bed fucking herself. Had I really seen that, or was it my imagination? Was it my wife that was getting me horny, or was I horny from seeing my daughter? Or was I imagining my daughter? What would that say about me if I imagined my daughter doing nasty things and I got aroused? The image of Sally forcing that thing in her pussy would not leave my mind.

I think I must be gaslighting myself; I surely could not have seen anything like I imagined. My little girl was playing with herself with big toys. Damn it. Every time I think about it, I seem to add more detail, and the toy gets bigger. Was it black? It was not helping that Jill was walking around the kitchen displaying her private parts. Damn, was she hot, just doing the mundane everyday chores? She moves like a dancer in a ballet with grace and poise unexpected from a mother and housewife.

“You know I love watching you.”

“Yes, I know, and I like showing you.” She walked over and sat in my lap, her skirt rising so her naked bottom rested on my lap. She started to give what I could only describe as an X-rated lap dance. I was hard, and she was grinding on my hard cock mercilessly.

“Careful, Sally...”

She put a finger to my lips to make me stop worrying: “Hush, quiet, it is fine. Just enjoy.”

She is a magician, I do not know how she did it, but my cock was out of my sweats and boxers, and she had it quickly and easily inserted into her body. I reached down and started to play with her pussy. She just moaned as I rubbed her clit. My finger reached down, expecting to touch my cock as it entered her. I felt nothing but pussy lips. I was surprised she had slipped my member in her butt. It was not every day that we did anal, and it was more like a present when she offered her ass. This was the first time that she put it in her ass without me asking or begging.

Jill was grinding on my lap when Sally came into the kitchen. She looked at us and rolled her eyes.

“Looks like you two are having fun, Mom. I am jealous; I want to have some fun, too, you know.”

Smiling at Sally, Jill responds, “Oh, I know you need some fun, dear, but did you not just have fun talking to your friends online?”

“You know I love chatting with my friends, Mom.”

Could Sally tell what her mom was doing to my body? It seemed that Jill did not care if she did or not and kept up her lewd actions on my cock reserved, but damn, was it intense, her squeezing rectum milking my cock. I noticed how my baby girl, my little Sally, was dressed. She had on lacy boy panties, God. I love that look on women, and a tube top that I felt left her nearly naked. The way she stood there, feet shoulder-width apart, her prominent camel toe on display under her tight shorts, I had to think of them as shorts, not panties, Her pert breasts with her nipples poking through her thin top on display. I could not choose where to look; damn, I had to look away.

What was I doing? I was fucking my wife in the ass, looking at what I realized was my nearly naked daughter, and I was just along for the ride letting it happen. It is like if I spoke, the spell would break, and I know I did not want reality crashing in at that moment.

I must be going crazy; this cannot be happening. Sally finally says, “Mom, I am going over to Marsha’s for our sleepover, remember?”

“Oh yes, I remember. You had a great time, and don’t do anything I wouldn’t do. Jeff, I hope you don’t mind. I permitted her a long time ago.”

“You don’t have to worry, Mom; we won’t be that wild.”

I grunted my acceptance; verbal communication was beyond my control under the circumstances.

“Ok, have fun. Give me and your dad a kiss before you go.”

I watched as my Daughter kissed my wife. It was anything but a chaste peck. It was an open-mouthed tongue battle, or at least that is what my overwhelmed mental state saw. Sally broke it off, and she kissed me on the lips. She took my bottom lip and grabbed it with her teeth. I pulled back in surprise, which broke the kiss quickly. “Oh, sorry, Dad. I tripped.”

I think she must have slipped as her hand pressed against her mother’s chest like she was copping a feel.

And just like that, she was out the door. Wait, she did not change or grab any clothes. She went out in her shorts and that nearly nonexistent top. I had to be dreaming, or my mind was so confused by my wife bouncing her ass on my cock with renewed vigor now that Sally was gone and we were alone.

It did not take me long to do the thing that Jill was so intent on accomplishing. I came ropes in her colon. She loved it; she was moaning and bouncing like there was not going to be a tomorrow.

“Jill, what the hell? You were fucking me in front of Sally? What were you thinking? How did she not notice? Why did you not care?”

“Really, you don’t know. You have not figured it out? I saw you at our daughter’s door when I came home and assumed you were watching her and were ok with all of it.”

“Know? Know what? What am I supposed to know that you think I do?” I was scared that maybe I was not imagining but was mired in reality.

“I think it is best if I show you. Follow me. A picture is worth a thousand words.”

I followed my wife to our daughter’s room. I had not been inside her room in years without her there; it was her private place, and I respected her privacy. Jill walked in and pulled me in after her.