Dear Daddy Part 3 - Sex Stories

Dear Daddy Part 3

... and I was even more confused than before going to bed. Why did I dream of being seduced by my daughters? What was my unconscious trying to tell me? I brushed off those thoughts, as I didn't have much time to get ready for my first meeting of the day. I jumped into the shower so I could get my day started.

The shower water was a rude awakening. I was jolted back to the reality of the situation. My husband has been having an affair with Morgan and Miriam, our daughters. He has been fucking them. They have been fucking each other. They used my own kink to seduce their father. These thoughts plagued me as I scrubbed my body, trying to wash away all these concerns.

As my hands wandered over my body, I noticed a familiar tingle. I pulled on my nipples and began to moan. My fingers soon found my smooth pussy, and I felt a tremor in my belly as I rubbed myself. I wanted to get off so badly at that moment, but the guilt of being turned on by my daughters was too much. I turned off the water, dried myself, and dressed for work.

The workday started like any other work trip. I met with my clients at their offices, exchanged pleasantries, and was escorted to the conference room, where I would spend my day. Sitting in meetings all day was excruciating. I couldn't concentrate if my life depended on it. It is hard enough to focus on the doldrums of monthly sales figures, inventory reports, and associates' horrible ideas on how to increase revenue under normal circumstances, but this ...

... day was anything but ordinary. Jim's confession and my dream left me a frazzled mess.

I tried to understand how this all could have happened. I mean, I get that Jim is still a good-looking guy. Hell, he is incredibly sexy, and he knows it too. He has told me plenty of stories of him being out at the local pub only to be hit on by women in their twenties and thirties who want to play out their daddy issues. We always just laughed it off. I could never have imagined that my daughters wished to play out those same daddy fantasies.

While he no longer had the six-pack-abs he had in college, Jim was in good shape. He lifted weights several days a week with a trainer and ran daily. His workout routine left him looking much younger than a man in his fifties, and Jim had the energy level to match his looks. He was charming, funny, and one of the sweetest men I had ever met. It was no surprise why our daughters fell for him.

Add to the fact that he spoiled them rotten; he was everything I could have dreamed of when I pictured a man for my daughters. I just imagined that they would date someone closer to their ages, oh, and who wasn't their fucking father!

I just couldn't understand how my husband could look at our daughters that way. Don't get me wrong; our daughters are breathtaking. They each had their own distinct energy that made them attractive in their ways.

Morgan was always more of a free spirit than her older sister. As soon as she left for college, the way she ...