Dear Daddy Part 2 - Sex Stories

Dear Daddy Part 2

Dear Emily,

I am shaking as I write this letter to you. There is so much to say, and I'm worried about how you'll react to what I'm about to tell you. I want you to know that I love you and that no matter what, you will always be my world and the light of my life. You're probably wondering what I'm blabbing about and why I slipped this letter into your suitcase. Well, what I am about to tell you will change everything.

Over the past few weeks, I have been sleeping with Morgan and Miriam. Before you flip out, let me explain what happened. Do you remember going away to Boston for work a few weeks ago, and the girls stayed with me to keep me company?

Well, as soon as you left, I found a letter just like this one on my office desk. I sat there reading the letter, confused, angry, flabbergasted, and, I have to admit, very excited. It turns out our daughters have been fucking each other for six years, and we had no idea. I knew they were close, but I could never have imagined this.

The letter went into great detail about their journey to become lovers. I sat there reading their story, confused as hell as to why they were finally telling me about this. Why now? Why this way? It became clear when I reached the end of the letter. They informed me they were upstairs in Miriam's room fucking and wanted me to watch.

You could probably imagine my shock. It is one thing for our daughters to come out and admit that they were involved in an incestuous lesbian relationship; ...

... it was a whole other thing to ask me to become a part of it.

I didn't know what to do. You probably think the only reasonable response was to give our daughters a piece of my mind, to admonish them for their deviant behavior. Hell, maybe even call a therapist or something. You are right; I probably should have, but the letter was a huge turn-on. You know how beautiful our daughters are. They have developed into sexy, confident women. They both knew it too! It is part of why we are both so surprised they never seemed to date. We both knew they were asked out all the time.

I know this will surprise you, but I have masturbated thinking of them over the years. It is hard not to fantasize about them after seeing them in their tiny bikinis or wearing one of those party dresses they clubbed in. I always felt so guilty afterward, but it didn't stop me from doing it repeatedly. They were just too sexy.

Admitting to myself that I wanted to see them fucking took shorter than it probably should have. I got up from my desk and started to walk up the stairs to Miriam's room. My heart was pounding, and my legs were buckling underneath me. I was nervous about what this would mean for my relationship with them and, with you, but I couldn't pass up a chance to see them make love.

Once I opened Miriam's bedroom door, I knew there was no going back. Miriam stood up and greeted me into her childhood bedroom.

"Come on in, Daddy," Miriam seductively said.

Daddy...that word just ...