Dear Daddy Part 3 - Sex Stories

Dear Daddy Part 3

Dear Journal,

I don't even know where to begin. I am a ball of emotions. Reading the letter from Jim had me shaking. How could he sleep with our daughters? How could our daughters be lovers for so long, and I had no idea? I knew they were close, but this? Is this why they lived together? Is this why they never seemed to date? Looking back, I guess this explained why the girls seemed eager to stay over every time I went away for work lately. I just thought that they wanted to bond with their father more. I could never have imagined this. Everything I believed about my family and life felt like a lie at that moment.

Jim and I had been married for thirty years at this point. We had met when we were freshmen in college and became fast friends. He was my safe person. Jim was my go-to person when I was stressed about school, argued with my roommates, or even had a date I needed advice about. We would talk about everything. I knew everything about him, even the embarrassing stuff, like when he broke his toe while having sex with Becky, his freshman-year girlfriend. I also shared everything with him, from the mundane things about my parents' divorce to my sexual curiosity and experimentation with some girls in my sorority. Nothing ever seemed to be off-limits when it came between us.

When we started dating our senior year of college, it shocked no one. Everyone, including our various boyfriends and girlfriends, always assumed there was something between us. I guess they saw ...

... something neither of us was willing to admit. Jim was, is, my soul mate. Hell, even after being together for so long, our relationship was still solid.

Despite work sending me on trips often, we always made time for each other. We went on dates weekly and had sex multiple times a week. Even while away, we found ways to be sexually active. Who knew masturbating together over Facetime could be so much fun! Thank the sex goddess for technology.

Nothing ever seemed to be off-limits for us to talk about, especially when it came to sex. A few years ago, I came across a video online where a woman was wearing various latex outfits. I was shocked by how much of a turn-on it was to me. When I told Jim about it, he said we should make my fantasy a reality, so we visited a local sex toy boutique that had a section devoted to "sex clothes."

My mind was blown by what I saw there that first time. Latex catsuits, dresses, halter tops, mini skirts, leggings, thigh-highs, gloves, masks, and collars were all on display. It was a bit overwhelming, but as soon as Jim whispered into my ear how turned on he was, I felt right at home. He handed me his credit card and told me to buy anything I liked. I came away with a whole new wardrobe.

Latex became a regular part of our lovemaking. It made me feel incredibly sexy. The tight, form-fitting clothes made me feel wanted and young again. It meant so much to me that Jim indulged me in my new fetish. He always made me feel so comfortable and ...