Oblivious - Sex Stories

Oblivious

What a wonderful day!I thought to myself as I relaxed on the recliner by the pool, beer in hand, and my beautiful wife at the table next to me. Our daughter, Beth, came up the ladder from the pool. She walked over to me, leaned over, and laughingly dripped cold water on me as she snatched my towel away. She trotted her teenage ass into the house, laughing the entire way.

“You know that she wants to fuck you, right?”

Being the typical oblivious husband, I was just a tad confused by my wife’s question. “Who wants to what?”

“Your daughter wants to fuck you, dear.”

You could have knocked me off my favorite lounge chair with a pool noodle. “What the hell, honey!”

“It’s true, so you might as well get used to it.”

I was totally flabbergasted! And confused. Flabbergasted and confused. And aroused. NO! Definitely not aroused. Just the other stuff, but not aroused. A father doesn’t think of his daughter that way. Fathers protect daughters from guys that want to fuck them. They don’t do the fucking. Even if the daughter is eighteen and has a beautiful ripe young body that looks so very touchable, lickable, and fuckable. I felt the swelling begin in my swim trunks. My guilt wasn’t nearly strong enough to fight off the image of my daughter.

My amazing wife Sara smiled at me. “I can see from the swelling in your trunks that you like the idea. You’re letting your role as Dad make you feel guilty about it.

“Do yourself a favor and put away your Dad hat. You don’t ...

... need it anymore. Your little girl is an adult now. Just be careful with her.”

Okay, now my flabbergast was flabbergasted. “You actually think that I would have sex with Beth, my own daughter?”

“I expect that our daughter is going to seduce you, and when she does, you need to be the best lover you can be.”

Well, that clarified everything. “I find it hard to believe that you would condone my screwing another woman, let alone our own daughter.”

She smiled mischievously. “You would be surprised what I would not only condone but also encourage.”

I walked away that afternoon still not sure if my wife was just fucking with my head or if there was some truth to what she was saying. I couldn’t quite convince myself that this wasn’t some elaborate trap designed by a woman so that a man could make an utter fool out of himself. Not that I needed a lot of help in that regard. My obliviousness is legendary.

Still, I had to get my head around my attraction to my daughter. Was it even remotely acceptable for a father to be sexually attracted to his progeny? It was a moral dilemma that I wrestled with. Not to mention the whole cheating on the wife part of the equation. Although, my wife had acted not only good with it, but also seemed to be encouraging me to do it.

I found it all very confusing, so I went with the basics. I love my wife, and I love my daughter. Nothing I do is ever intended to hurt them. I want to bring happiness to them as much as is humanly possible. And ...