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story for the wife

... instantly and I could see him fighting the urge to stare. I was so excited that he was sitting so close to my pussy that I could feel myself instantly start to get wet and I couldn’t even feel his strong hands massaging my feet. It wouldn’t be long before I would have an obvious wet spot between my legs and there is no way that he wouldn’t see it. The thought excited me more and more. I could tell that my dad wanted to look at me but was nervous that I would catch him. So I forced out a yawn. “That feels so good daddy, it’s about to put me to sleep before the movie is over.” I pretended to nod off a few times then took the foot he was rubbing and put it up on the back of the couch by his head to make room for the other one on the pillow. “This one is really sore.” I said tiredly. My legs were now wide open with one up in the air and I could feel the wet spot in my shorts get cold as the air hit it. I know he could see it now, and probably smell how horny I was. I wasted no time making him think it was safe to look as I pretended to fall deep into sleep, letting my leg go fully limp on the pillow. He could feel it relax and he glanced up to see if my eyes were still open. I could see him through the eyelashes of my squinting eyes. He continued rubbing for a minute, still obviously nervous about being caught looking at his daughter’s body. I could see him steal a look and then force himself look back at the TV. I started breathing slowly and deeply like one does when they are ...

... fully asleep to try and make him feel safer and it wasn’t long before he became brave enough to turn his attention to my body fully. His eyes stared at me like a predator stalking its prey. Looking up and down my body and stopping at the growing wet spot between my legs. Then he once again surprised me by tickling my foot to test just how deeply I was sleeping. It took every ounce of will power I had to not flinch, laugh or yank my foot away from him. After seeing me fail to respond he pinched a toe firmly between his thumb and finger, then again even harder. He pinched it so hard it almost brought a tear to my eye. I couldn’t believe how hard he pinched it and when he saw no response a devilish grin appeared on his face and his eyes took on a quality that I could only describe as devious and hungry. It was almost creepy but I had never seen that expression on my dad’s face before and it was very arousing to imagine the thoughts that elicited such an expression. Then my dad lifted my foot off the pillow and tossed it on the floor, maneuvered his swollen cock out of the leg of his shorts and set my foot back down in his lap. His right hand massaged his cock slowly as his left hand started to slide slowly up my shin to my knee and then up the inside of my thigh. He ran his finger tips up and down on the inside of my thigh, stopping inches away from my aching pussy. I had never been touched like that before and it sent butterflies fluttering through my stomach. It tickled so much ...