Chapter 1

"No, it's just -" I sighed and listened for a long moment, rubbing my jaw. "No. No, I understand what you're saying - yeah. Alright. Yeah, fine." With a click, the line went dead. "Son of a bitch," I muttered, slamming the phone back on the cradle. This was the last thing I needed. I bit back the urge to kick something, and leaned back, my hands behind my head, forcing my tired old grey matter to come up with an answer. I've never been the smartest guy in the world, but there's nothing that concentrates a father's mental faculties like trying to avoid making his daughter cry. Something ... anything...

But after ten minutes, I had given up. There wasn't a solution. She was just going to have to be disappointed, and I was going to be the piece of shit responsible.

In a foul mood, I stomped out of my office to the kitchen in search of coffee.

"Uh, Mike, honey?" Becky, my beautiful wife and mother of my child, was sitting at the kitchen table idly leafing through the latest issue of Vogue. I growled in frustration, then sighed and explained the problem. Becky tilted her head to one side, and immediately gave me the solution.

Like I said, I'm not the smartest guy in the world. But I am smart enough to have married a brilliant woman.

That evening, Becky and I summoned Lucy to the lounge and sat her down. I took a sip of wine, a deep breath, and met my darling girl's innocent eyes.

"It's about your birthday," I said softly. Her eyes widened, and for a moment I was struck by how young she looked. With the long dark hair, pretty face and clear skin, she looked like the winner of a Miss Suburban Teen pageant - except I doubt that many fourteen year-old beauty pageant winners could be found in their parents' bed most nights, thrusting their hips in time to their father's deep thrusts while their mother suckled eagerly on their big, firm tits and rubbed their hot clit -

"What about it?" she asked. I blinked. Focus, Mike, I chided myself silently.

"Darling, there's a conference in Chicago and I have to go. I'm sorry, I've tried to get out of it, but this season's contracts will be decided there and I can't afford to miss it."

"But, my party -" Lucy said softly, her big eyes filling with tears.

"Well, that's what I wanted to talk to you about. Your mother and I have been talking, darling, and we've decided to give you a choice. You can either have the party we planned, but I won't be able to be here with you, or..." I glanced at Becky, who smiled in return. "You can come with me to Chicago."

"Come with you? I don't -"

"I'll book a hotel room for the two of us. No-one knows us there. We can be together."

Hope flickered in Lucy's beautiful eyes. "You mean, you can be my boyfriend?"

"I sure can," I replied. "We can hold hands, and go out for dinner together, and make out in a cab, and all the other things we can't do here in New York. It's just for three days, and I'll have to spend a few hours at the conference each day, but the rest of time we can have a little vacation. And, we can re-schedule your party for the next week, so you can have your friends over like you wanted. What do you say, honey? Want to come be my girlfriend for a few days?"

"Is that okay, mommy?" Lucy asked tentatively.

Becky smiled broadly and clasped her daughter's hands. "It's fine, Lucy. I think you should go. It'll be great for you both, a chance to be free and open about your love - I mean, if you think about it, it's kind of like a honeymoon for you, isn't it?"

"Yeah," said Lucy slowly, considering her mother's words - then, she jumped to her feet and launched herself at me, wrapping her slender arms around my neck and showering my face and mouth with kisses. "Oh, Daddy, I'd love to come with you! Will you kiss me so that people can see us?"

"I will," I answered with a grin.

"And - and you can tell everyone how much you love me, right?"

"Try and stop me," I said, kissing her sweet lips for a moment, then breaking off as Becky joined our hug and kissed Lucy sensuously. "And we'll have lots to tell mommy about when we get back, won't we?"

"Lots," Lucy said emphatically, then climbed off me and half-ran to the door. "C'mon, mom, come help me pack!"

"It's not 'til next week, Lucy -" I began, but she shook her head.

"I've got a lot to plan," she said. "It's got to be - it's got to be perfect! C'mon, mom!"

She vanished down the hallway, and Becky kissed me gently. "You're a good man, Mike," she said. "We love you."

"And I love you too," I replied.

The days passed quickly. Lucy was wonderfully affectionate and intimate with both her mother and I, sharing hugs, kisses, and teasing strokes all day, then clambering in between us at night and working that lithe little body until all three of us were sated. She had been sleeping with us semi-regularly since the memorable day, some three months previously, when she and I had first made love. At first it was strange and intoxicating, our illicit love a matter of whispered secrets and raised heart rates; but, as the weeks passed, we settling into a more domestic, peaceful routine. Don't get me wrong, I hadn't had this much sex since college, and Becky, torn between watching me fuck our naughty little daughter and indulge her own carnal desires, had never been happier, but our shared lust had blossomed into a deep, abiding love. I had no illusions about my bravery, or my nobility, but I knew with absolute certainty that I would give my life, without hesitation, to keep these beautiful women from the slightest harm.

Finally, the big day came. We awoke early, despite being kept awake til the early hours by a nymphomaniacal daughter who repeatedly claimed "this'll be the last cum, daddy, then I'll go to sleep" until her mother had used seven rigid inches of strap-on cock to fuck her into submission. We showered separately and then convened in the kitchen to share a last family breakfast. Lucy's excitement was tangible, and Becky and I were soon caught up in her enthusiasm. We fed each other scooped fingerfuls of maple syrup from our pancakes, decadently licking the excess with hot, teasing tongues.

By mid-morning, we were dressed and ready, my modest suitcase standing in the hallway flanked by Lucy's much larger bags. I loaded them into the car, leaving Lucy and her mother to say goodbye, then returned to find them locked in a deep, loving kiss. I grinned approvingly, slipping my arms around their waists and holding them close to me. I was a lucky man.

The drive to the airport was uneventful, and Lucy was so eager to begin our trip that she dragged me through the terminal to the gate, and fidgeted by my side as I handed our documents to the clerk and checked our bags. I bribed her with the promise of extensive oral sex to sit down in the departure lounge, but then, when they finally announced our flight was boarding, she grabbed hold of my hand with both of hers and pulled me along the boarding ramp, our laughter echoing around us, until we were the first ones to arrive at the plane.

The cute flight attendant's polite smile broadened into a genuine grin as she saw Lucy's enthusiasm. "Welcome aboard! You guys are eager to get going, huh?"

"Yeah, my dad's taking me to Chicago," said Lucy proudly, every inch the pert, innocent fourteen year-old girl.