Category: Bad Boy

by Writing Shark

Alice confides in her mother

“Mom?” You can tell right away that Alice is uncomfortable with the topic but she’s gotten her way and is now standing in front of her in the room, arms folded in front of her lap, her gaze turned to the floor. No one can resist my husband, Hellen thinks to herself, but suppresses her smile. James is so good, he even generated the timing of his choice at which his daughter is now standing here. She has already changed for the evening and there is no sign of the man in the house or her little sister.

After having dinner with Alice he has now also taken Gemma. The 18 year-old girl could hardly believe her luck, for her, her father is still the stoic family patriarch and everyone can see that she is a bit jealous of her older sister. The two are probably talking about her school and her future. Why a girl might need an education Hellen doesn’t know and her future has been decided for Gemma since birth, but James is the man with the plan and Hellen loves him for letting her help.

“Hey honey.” She puts aside the book she’s been pretending to read and beckons her daughter closer. The two women are close and their hips touch as Alice sits down next to her mother on the expensive sofa James bought the family.

“Mm…” Alice makes, unable to speak further. She struggles with herself but her mother has learned from the best teacher.

“I can see that something is bothering you. You can trust me, can’t you?”

“I guess so,” the girl mumbles, and Hellen gets a little angry. If you knew what you were missing in life you’d be on your knees begging me to haul your ass back to your dad. But James told her how to behave and Hellen complies. Besides, she has a trump card Alice can’t beat.

“What would your father say if he knew we girls couldn’t discuss everything? We’re kind of like sisters, aren’t we?”

“Yeah.” Of course. You don’t even know what your cunt wants from you and you think you can solve everything yourself. Stupid bitch. Luckily my husband is there to straighten you out.

“So what’s bothering you darling?” An intimate hug. Even though Hellen is angry, she only wants what’s best for her bitchy, stupid, prude daughter. She’s just a woman, emotional and impatient like her daughter. James when are you coming back?

“How…” Alice takes a breath. “You seem to know a lot, and I was wondering… How do you know when a… boy likes you?” Have you finally realized that you’re not automatically eligible for James? Good girl.

“Wow honey.” Another hug, more intimate, with more smiles. “Thanks for turning to me for that.” Then Hellen claps her hands excitedly. “Okay. A boy, then?” Alice shrugs. “Or a girl?”

“Mom!”

“Okay okay a boy then. Do I know him?”

“MOM!” Hellen laughs, raises her hands and puts her finger to her lips while pretending she needs to think first, but already knows her lines by heart.

“I can only speak of me, and your father of course, and the experiences I had before your father conquered me I don’t begrudge any girl, especially not my pretty and nice daughter.” Alice smiles sheepishly. Just admit that you want him to stuff your tight hole with his monster and make you scream. My daughter deserves only the best, even if she is a silly little thing.

“So how did dad get you…”

“Conquered honey. It’s a good way to put it. I was a real bitch back then, let me tell you. Naughty, wild, rebellious, stupid and I thought I knew everything. Just the opposite of you. So you have a good chance. We’re pretty girls Alice, it runs in the Winters family. So we get a lot of looks. I know it with me. How about you?” Alice opens her mouth first, but then blushes.

“You get looks thrown at you?” So that’s how it is? You think you’re unapproachable. And I know about Connor. You stupid thing told us yourself! James knows everything. But I can play your game too.

“Of course you can. What’s that supposed to mean?” But her laugh is good-natured. “James likes it when other men desire me.” Her daughter’s eyes widen. “But he always makes sure everyone knows who I belong to. It’s good to know I’m beautiful to my husband and he sees it in the other poor guys.” The mother puts a hand on her daughter’s shoulder. “And that’s what they are honey, poor feminine dumb guys. Your father took me into his care when I relied on guys like that. They promised me the world and I believed them. Your father didn’t need that. He shows his affection through…well, let’s call it severity.”

“S-Severity?” Just like with you!

“Yes. He knows what he wants and he knows how to get it. When you find a man like that then you don’t have to worry anymore. Real men take what they want.”

“But at school they said…”

“Forget school honey,” interrupts her mother. “They don’t know everything there either. If you wait for a nice man to come to you, you’ll be old and ugly when the time comes. No, you need a man who can protect you. A monster.”

“A… m-monster?” Alice can hardly believe it, but listens to her mother as if spellbound, getting more and more caught up in the web Hellen has cast and James has crafted.

“Of course honey. Only a man who knows what he is capable of can achieve what others can only dream of. And you are definitely worth dreaming about.” She winks at her daughter who swallows hard, lowers her eyes and considers.

“And…” Come on, you little brat! Do it! “And how do you get a man like that?” Alice looks at her triumphant mother who just manages to hide her joy enough. She wouldn’t be able to sit for months if she screwed up now. Don’t kid yourself. He would leave you, blame it on me and would take Alice this way. And then take Gemma away as well. I have to make this work. I can’t let him down. I need him! Hellen has more fear of losing her James than her own daughters.__

“The question is how do men like James take girls like you?”

“Mom…” But this time it’s a timid, futile protest.

by Writing Shark

Your wife is made useful

It’s a typical morning for Hellen Winters as she starts her day between her husband’s muscular legs, gagging and panting as she enjoys the feeling his cock triggers inside her. Her husband rams his piston deep down her greedy throat and Hellen feels the thuds in her throat, echoing through her upper body, as she impales herself on his cock like a fury gone wild.

Hellen works hard to make sure James doesn’t have to exert himself and that her humiliation gives him a pleasant start to the day. He earns the family money while Hellen is allowed to spend it, a privilege hardly any woman appreciates today, and Hellen is always happy to thank the love of her life for spending the energy and letting her manage the results.

Unlike her husband, Hellen is sweaty and her muscles ache. It is hard but rewarding work to be of service to her husband and like every day, her throat will ache for a long time, as will her nipples. James is especially energetic lately, loosening the rule but not making Hellen earn her orgasm and the housewife and mother is especially happy about that.

Hellen Winters knows exactly how pointless it is when she determines her own life and is grateful to James that he takes care of her although he has so much to do with the seduction of his daughter Alice. And yet he takes time for me, she thinks happily to herself while her neck tightens around his piston and works it with her gagging. The air becomes scarce and her whole body tenses while he pleasurably keeps his hands on her head and her face in his lap. He doesn’t have to use much force and only has to push lightly to let her head ride back on his cock. Not yet… He still needs me… a little more… a little deeper… Her lips tremble and her legs spasm while her arms lie weakly at her side. Her vision blurs and Hellen is almost at her limit… but only almost.

Serving her beloved husband is all Hellen Winters lives for, and it fills her with pride that James waits just those extra seconds after panic overtakes her so she can fight it down. He knows his wife so well. A cough flings saliva and precum from her nostrils, there is no room in her throat and Hellen is a little ashamed to have made her husband dirty. In a moment… in a moment I can lick you clean honey… More gagging. James enjoys the moment, has his eyes closed while her own field of vision turns black at the edges. Her legs fall limply and her head sinks powerlessly lower and lower until her nose digs into his skin with the weight of her body.

Then his hands grip hard. Hellen wears her hairstyle in a way so that he can grab a fist full of it. Her head is yanked back and she feels the disappointing emptiness as her husband pulls out of her and air rushes into her lungs, along with the delicious mix of slime, cum and spit. Coughing and gagging, she feels the liquid dripping from her mouth, onto the bedding she has yet to change and her body she still has to get ready for Alice and Gemma, and more importantly, James. Then there is the burning sensation of sore skin that is drowned out by the warm feeling of pride at having felt his skin on the tip of her nose. All these years, the thousands of times, and I’m still happy as a schoolgirl to swallow him. But not yet.

His cum tastes delicious and her tongue meanders through the lake of cum James squirted into her as he pulled out. It’s been his last two shots and yet her mouth is so full her cheeks widen slightly and she makes that strained face he loves about her after sex. Her taste buds fire brutal impulses of pleasure through her brain into her battered body and as always Hellen feels the burning desire for his approval and validation.

“Good girl!” he praises her and gratefully she leans down, carefully holding her hair out of her face with one hand, and with closed lips kisses his smeared glossy, glorious tip. “Swallow and lick me clean” he gives her the first wonderful command of the day and she follows it as a matter of course.

A pleasurable shudder runs through her body, glistening with sweat, then it’s done.

“Good morning my love” she whispers, her throat still sore and blessed. Hesitantly, she crawls next to her husband and cautiously snuggles against him. He hasn’t told her yet how he wants her today but as he puts his arm around her Hellen Winters can relax. “How was it yesterday with your daughter?”

Hellen doesn’t have to play her excitement, which her husband would see through anyway. She knows what it means to be on her own, and no matter what her friends may tell her, Hellen knows that a woman is only complete when she is allowed to stand by the side of a strong man. And even if Grace should tell her otherwise, the mother of Valerie is no example of a successful marriage.

But then every thought is driven from her mind when she sees her husband’s satisfied smile and her heart leaps as he looks at her.

“Alice is in love with me” her husband relays the news and where any other woman would react in horror or anger, Hellen knows what this news means.

“My God honey…” she pulls herself up his imposing body – he’s gotten himself in such good shape, despite her miserable behavior – and snuggles against him, purring contentedly. “This is so wonderful.” If only every woman could be this lucky. But James is just special. And so is Alice. “My little angel. At last she will be happy.”

“She’s still afraid of it,” her husband growls, and briefly Hellen feels anger. How can such a thing be? But girls are stupid and just don’t know what’s good for them. Hellen was, is, just like that. “But the thoughts are there.” a disbelieving snort. “All these years and now it’s all there.”

“What are we going to do? How can I help you?” A sigh of resignation.

“We let things take their course.” James laughs exhilarated and happy when he sees the look on his wife’s face. “Don’t worry, I won’t let Alice choose her own path. She’s already headed where I want her to go. She’ll have to take a few steps on her own, though, so she’ll draw the right conclusions. First she will try to fight it down, then loose, will come to me and then…” Reassured, the wife lays her head on her man’s chest and closes her eyes. His fingers gently glide through her hair where his fist was previously gripped. He is so tender with her.

“You’ll show her the way honey” Hellen sighs, thinking of the future.

“We’ll do that” James says. “You and me.” Hellen lifts her head. “Soon she will come to you.” He smiles devilishly. “Girls trust each other with things like that.” And Hellen returns the smile.

“What do you want me to do?”

by Writing Shark

Alice comes home with heavy thoughts in her head

“Hey dad” Alice greets her father… and he hugs her. She gets dizzy at his touch and breathes in his smell deeply. She’s never perceived him like this before. What is the reason for this? Is it the experiences of the day? Or because she is older and wiser now? In any case, she notices that she likes her father’s body odor very much. He uses little perfume and uses it only to reinforce his presence. And it works. “How was your day?” Alice would never lie to her own father.

“Terrible,” she says, throwing herself back into his arms. She is comforted by his proximity while he allows her weaknesses. And the images come again. “Nothing worked.” She doesn’t want to see the images, wants her father to be proud of her. What daughter fantasizes about her own father? But she wants to be close to him, and the desire for him is stronger than the worry of what it might do. She doesn’t see your smile.

“Do you want to tell me?” Alice wriggles out of his embrace in surprise.

“Don’t I have to?” But she understands his grin. He trusts her, gives her space. And this feeling is strange to her. She wants to confide in him, doesn’t want the space at all. Alice realizes that her father treats her well, maturely, but after today she would rather stay his little girl. He is so good to her and she wants to confide in him. But how can I? “Can we just finish out the day and you make sure it’s not all bad?” Yeah, that makes her feel good. And her dad smiles at her with satisfaction. Then he puts his big arm around her and leads her where she can’t go alone.

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An hour later, Alice doesn’t even think that the day could be bad. Her bright, happy laugh fills the backyard with good energy and Alice is happier than she has been in a long time.

She hasn’t used the swing in years when she was a kid, and just like back then, her big dad is nudging her, giving her life momentum and direction.

“Keep going dad! Higher!” Alice is so happy. Her legs move along with the swing while her hands grip the chains on either side of her. The laces of her white shoes fly in the wind just like the skirt of her cheerleader uniform but she doesn’t worry about her appearance. She’d rather feel her father’s strong hands on her back and his soothing voice assuring her that she can do anything.

I can do anything! Dad trusts me. And I will get my orgasm!

“Keep going! More!”

“Okay!” And her father pushes her forward, away from him, into a world in which she doesn’t yet know her way around but in which, thanks to him, she doesn’t have to be afraid of falling, and the laws of nature keep bringing her back to him, to his strong arms and soothing voice.

Alice enjoys being with him so much. Before, she would never have thought it possible for him to spend so much time with her, and she vows to do everything she can to keep it that way.

“Dad!” she exclaims, not addressing him directly, just happy and shouting a word out into the world with which she associates all the good feelings. “Dad!” And now also, without understanding it but still consciously, noticing the good feelings when she touches herself.

He is my father, my dad. It is only natural that I feel good through him. And he would want me to be happy. There is nothing more to it… is there? But she doesn’t want to face that question. Her father said she could be weak, could always rely on him. And besides, she’s only 20. She doesn’t need to know everything. Her father knows enough for that.

No, it’s not bad if Alice doesn’t ask herself some questions and leaves it to her dad. Because she trusts him and he knows which questions are good for her and which ones he should rather take over.

“Do you want to jump off?” he asks laughing and Alice is so fond of him for caring.

“Hold me tight dad! Hold me tight!” And the strong arms of her protector close around her body, pressing her to him with the swing so that her legs hang in the air and her skirt comes to rest. This is how it should be and Alice Winters makes a subconscious decision. She doesn’t want to jump off into a wide world, she doesn’t want to fly and then hit the ground. She wants to go back to her father and be held in the air by him, flying through him, and with him.

Alice is too happy to worry. Her dad makes her as happy as she could ever be herself. And so Alice finally admits it to herself.

She has a crush on her own dad.

As he holds her and places her gently and securely on the floor without letting go, his daughter smiles. Then she peels out from between the chains and the two leave the swing behind.

“Dad?” She wants to tell him, but doesn’t know how.

“I know honey,” her father says reassuringly. “I’m here. It’s just been a bad day.” Then he hugs her again and Alice does the same. His smell entices her.

“It’s better now.”

No, Alice doesn’t feel bad about admitting her feelings. After all, it’s just a crush and nothing really serious. Maybe it’s even normal for a girl her age! And her father kind of deserves it. All his life he’s taken care of his wife, then his two daughters. No, there’s really nothing wrong with being grateful for that.

As her father leads her back into the house, Alice thinks about the important things in life, liberated and grateful. How can she show her feelings to her father without disappointing him? How does she know if he will return her feelings? Big questions she doesn’t know the answer to, but this time Alice isn’t afraid. She should be, but isn’t. Not in this family. Because these questions only concern her family. And here everything is as it should be.

by Writing Shark

Alice at School

After class, cheerleading practice is still on the schedule for Alice and her friends, and maybe her favorite hobby will allow her to get the crazy and confusing thoughts out of her head, she hopes, but doubts it. Throughout the day, she is restless and inattentive, and of course her teachers notice. At first she wanted to go to Miss Hoover, the school’s guidance counselor, but she is the mother of Valerie and somehow Alice has a strange feeling about confiding in her. The woman is nice, but she also knows her daughter and Valerie sometimes makes life really hard for her mother.

And so she has no choice but to get through the day with the restlessness inside her. Her father believes in her and Alice wants to show him that she is a strong girl. And her father is right, of course. Alice is strong and intelligent enough to know what makes her teachers stare at her suspiciously and worried during class. Alice Winters, always polite, gracious, good-humored and reserved. Alice Winters, role model in class, interpersonally and in sports. Alice Winters who thinks of her own father when she rubs her fingers over her wet, greedy, hungry vagina like an ill-mannered, insatiable, spoiled little brat.

What would her friends think of her? Valerie would never let her forget it. And Elise? What would Connor think of me? Alice is deeply ashamed but it doesn’t help. She knows how wet she’s gotten at the thought. I’ve never gotten this far, she admits to herself, ashamed, and stops listening to her teacher talk about the colonization of Latin America. Dad said he could help me. Maybe he can help me understand all this. Alice squeezes her thighs closer together, hoping none of the other students will see, but they are too bored to notice. He seems to have no trouble making mom happy every day. Alice involuntarily thinks back to her experience, the way her dad touches her mom, how happy the woman seems and how much her dad likes to be with her. She also does everything he tells her to do. And she seems happy doing it. And she never has any trouble coming…

Nibbling on her pencil, the girl looks out the window and thinks about her parents, how they have sex and how her mother cries out her happiness so often that Alice gets all warm.

Maybe that’s their trick? Mom never seems to be able to say anything against dad when he… Is this my problem? Am I too bossy? But the teachers always say sex is a matter of choice for both partners, right? And Connor says… But dad and mom never do.

A soft sigh escapes her throat and she rubs her thighs together, hr shoes scrap over the floor. A pleasant tingle slides over her body as she thinks of the harshness with which her dad treats her mom.

Is this my fault? Am I thinking this wrong? Are my teachers wrong? Alice is too young and inexperienced and you are too strong and determined for her to do anything against you. And yet it is she herself who is taking the step without you having to force her.

If I were what dad and mom wants me to be, then…

Images from last night flicker in her mind’s eye, startling the schoolgirl. She jumps up as she imagines herself lying under her father, giving herself to him, moaning and letting him guide her completely.

“Alice, what’s wrong?” her teacher asks, looking up from his book.

“What?” The girl looks around. She didn’t realize how upright she was sitting, how tense every muscle in her body was. Alice only now realizes how wet she has become and where her hand is.

Her teacher looks at her with concern. In this day and age he would never charge her for touching herself in class, he is too afraid of the retribution of the girls’ enlightened mothers. But he eyes Alice sternly.

“Do you need a break?”

“Looks like I could use one too” laughs Valerie and the class joins in. All except Connor who looks at his best friend with concern.

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Finally, Alice has made it through the regular school day and at cheerleading Valerie is all focused on outdoing her instead of exposing her. Meanwhile, Alice can barely think straight and it shows in her performance.

“Make sure we don’t get caught in the rain” laughs Valerie while Alice is on top of the pyramid. Valerie as the team leader should be more neutral, but has the authority not to be attacked. Alice grits her teeth. It was her father who brought her to the team, first to the idea of this sport and she enjoys her time here, mostly. In any case, she wants to please him. But today just nothing works out at all and soon Valerie sends her rival to the sideline with a spiteful look.

The day is definitely ruined and in her overheated state of mind Alice wants nothing more than to finally be home, safe with her father, while at the same moment images dance in her mind’s eye, her under him, him above her… inside her.

“No…” This can’t happen. Alice is a good girl!

And there’s Connor. He’s playing soccer with his friends, really just because he’s waiting for her, wants to spend time with her.

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There is no one in the locker room. Everyone is still busy with normal things. And Alice is a good girl.

But not today. Today she is weak and she wants to go to her father so he can make her strong again. But first she has to prove herself to him.

The porcelain seat of the toilet is cold but she doesn’t care. She pulls up her top, her ordinary breasts annoy her but her nipples are embarrassingly stiff and pointy. She is so horny.

Then she pulls up her skirt and pushes her nylon panties aside. The panties underneath are all wet.

“Fuck…” she moans. A nasty word. Almost panicking, Alice begins to rub herself. No hesitating, she’s wet and ready and a trembling finger rubs over her swollen clit in a moment. “Fuck… C-Connor…” But it’s no use. A lone tear announces the fruitlessness of her efforts. She can’t come. There is a feeling but it is dull and distant, just present enough to remind her of her brutal cravings.

“No…” No she just has to. And she will. She can’t face her father so exhilarated and helpless. She just has to show him that his trust in her is justified.

And it works. Alice doesn’t even realize that her father is replacing Connor in her mind, just realizes that it’s working, finally working!

“Yes… yes…” Her labia twitches wantonly, her body slides across the toilet bowl as her arms and shoulders tense. Alice spreads her tights and her shoes tap against the toilet door while her legs tremble. Subconsciously she realizes that it is her own father who is making her come. She doesn’t want to, she mustn’t. She is a good girl. Almost done.

Then, as the door to the bathroom flies open, Alice doesn’t know whether to be relieved, horrified, or saddened that she’s being interrupted.

“What’s wrong Alice?” Valerie wants to know. “Did you fall in the toilet?”

The only good thing about the day is that it will soon be over and she will be back home. Alice resolves never to masturbate to your images in her head again. But she is strong and smart enough to know that she cannot.

by Writing Shark

Your wife wakes you up in a unusual way

“Good morning daddy” coos Hellen as she wakes you up not with a blowjob but with her hands for the first time.

“Honey?” It’s early in the morning but her face is already beaming at you. Then it turns into something innocent. “I know you like a BJ daddy, but my little mouth just can’t swallow your monster down there.” Hellen gives a disappointed snort as her hands slide over your mighty cock. She sits cross-legged in front of you, naked and with her breasts hanging free. And jerks you off with abandon. “But maybe your little daughter can give you a good morning with her little hands?”

You enjoy her caresses for a while longer, Hellen is really trying hard, trying to look like an inexperienced young girl despite the thousands of handjobs she has already given you. Like your daughter.

“I heard you and mommy last night,” she coos, “Mommy was so loud I couldn’t sleep.”

“Your mommy is a horny fuck too” you say and Hellen lets go of your cock to put her hands in front of her face in shock. So today she’s the good, well-behaved daughter. That’s who you like best.

“Daddy!” But then she notices her hands smell of your juice and giggles innocently. “How do you think breakfast will turn out today?” she asks in her normal voice. She’s doing a good enough job that you’re giving her certain liberties this morning.

While your wife spoils you with her hands, you can’t help but notice that while she’s doing a good job, she can only imitate your daughter. It’s not her fault, she has other qualities. But there is nothing that can replace the tight cunt of your virgin daughter and Hellen knows it. With joy she awaits the day when she will finally see the fruits of her education.

That your daughter Alice is still a virgin at 20 is well known to you, and you have contributed decisively through your upbringing that you will be the one to make her bleed. Where Gemma is simply afraid of adulthood, Alice is insecure and hesitant, just the right attitudes for you and you and Hellen have encouraged your girls in this behavior. So of course you know about your muffin’s difficulties with her body and unlike her of course you have a solution, you were the one who led her down this path. A good father always has a plan and always has everything under control.

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“Good morning muffin.” Alice is rubbing the sleep out of her eyes with the long sleeves of your shirt when she enters the dining room. Then her eyes almost fall out of her head as she sees you stand up and walk toward her. You hold out your arms and Alice does the same as if in a trance while her sleepy brain is still desperately trying to deal with the situation. By then you’ve already got her in your arms and her young, tight body pressed against you. “New rights” you whisper in her ear and stroke her back.

At that moment Gemma comes into the room and freezes at the image she sees. Your wife is on the spot and removes the little girl from you. You have things to do and holes to fill, you take care of your princess soon.

Gemma stares at you all the while the family eats. You and Hellen, anyway, your daughters just poking sheepishly at their food. You have to admonish her first, and Alice pounces on her cereal like a ravenous wolf to please you.

“You look tired” you attack her pitiful walls a little later while smiling sweetly as you lean over your plate to look at her. Your soon-to-be lover looks down.

“Didn’t sleep well,” she murmurs.

“Alice Winters,” your mother admonishes. “You look at your father when you talk to him.” She plays her part well, because it’s not a part. Your wife is so devoted to you that she will tolerate no weakness in your direction. Besides, Gemma is her favorite. Your daughter raises her eyes.

“It was nothing” she mumbles again but her domestication takes hold where her brain is too slow. “I was just having trouble with…” She gasps and looks at you. You know she wants to tell the truth, as usual, but doesn’t dare, and she hasn’t learned to lie. So she just breaks off and stares helplessly at you. This is your daughter and it amuses you so much to know that she is afraid of you, but still seeks refuge in your strong arms from your wife who is willingly driving your daughter into this.

“Answer your father!” This time Hellen is even stricter and tonight you will give her a deserved orgasm that will bring down the walls of your house. And Alice even opens her mouth. Then you imperiously raise your hand.

“It’s okay muffin,” you say softly, silencing your wife without having to say a word. Gemma just stares at you, stunned. “I trust my daughter.” You look deep into her beautiful round helpless eyes. “You know you can always come to me if you have a problem.” Your wife is left out of it. Alice nods. And then comes the dangerous part but you are well prepared. “You’re strong enough to try on your own, no matter what’s bothering you.” That’s the nudge on the path that will lead her to you. Then you sweeten the deal and extend your arm. Her hand is warm and soft, so fragile. You can’t wait until her slender fingers close around your hot cock. A small gesture is all it takes to bind Alice to you. “And if you can’t do it, you know the rules.”

“I trust you dad” whispers the girl, blushing. Maybe she’s already imagining you naked. “Thanks.”

Your fatherly smile isn’t fake. You live for those moments when you know you’ve done everything right as the father of two daughters. Yes, you want to commit the most horrible crimes with them, but they will thank you for it. What others think doesn’t matter. Once Alice sits on your cock, she will know that it is her place in this world.

by Writing Shark

Alice tries not to think about her special problem

Maybe Connor can distract her. Even though her father doesn’t like him – in fact all the boys in her life are under his wrath, and Alice knows he only means well – he has allowed her to have her freedoms.

‘Hey’, she writes. ‘Are you still awake?’

‘Of course,’ comes the answer back immediately. ‘What’s up?’

Connor is always there when Alice calls him. It’s really sweet and she appreciates it. And he’s in her thoughts when she’s feeling lonely. And in the mood.

And Alice is often in the mood.

‘I have good news,’ she writes. ‘My father gave me more freedoms for my birthday.’ Excited, she presses her body a little deeper into the pillows and dangles her legs in the air. She wiggles her knees, which protrude from under her father’s long shirt, which she has worn for so long that it has taken on her scent. Alice hums softly and closes her eyes. The thought of her exciting future, of all the new things, of the hugs and relaxed togetherness with her family, her father, makes her feel light. She almost forgets the warm throbbing between her legs as she thinks of her father, but as the cell phone vibrates on her belly she realizes the throbbing has only gotten stronger.

Living in this house has this effect on her, she has already found out. Her parents live out their love life so openly that their girls see it, and even though Alice has no experience with such things, she knows what pleasure feels like. Whenever she feels like it, she calls Connor. He is good looking. His slim figure doesn’t have the muscles like in the magazines or that her father has under his clothes, but Alice knows that with love, it’s not just about looks. At school she is always told that a person’s character is the most important thing, and her guidance counselor Miss Hoover agrees. With a guilty look at the ceiling to her father, the hand of Alice moves slowly but deliberately between her legs. Then she remembers that Connor has already answered her. One hand moves to her cell phone, the other slowly strokes along her thighs.

‘Great,’ she reads, her brow furrowing. ‘So has he done what any good father should have done long ago? You’re not his little girl anymore Alice.’

Your daughter moans, not knowing if it’s from tension or frustration. She should have known better. For some reason Connor doesn’t like her father.

‘He’s very proud of me,’ she writes. Please understand this already. As nice as Connor is, there’s only one father like you in the world, and Alice pities her friends who can’t understand how good you are at making their lives great.

‘So am I,’ Connor writes. ‘You’re a great girl and I like being your friend.’

Alice smiles happily. She likes the lanky boy with the kind humor and loving eyes. And she thanks her father for allowing her so many freedoms that she can become friends with him. Alice thinks of Connor, of his body. Her fingers wander between her thighs and stroke down over her tender skin.

“Hmph…” she mumbles. But she can’t push the problem away. “Come on…” With a little more force, she strokes herself. She wants to get wet, wants to feel the lust for Connor that he’s earned. Never has he pushed her or looked at her the wrong way even when she knows what he thinks of her. The guys on the football team, the boyfriend of Valerie, they all stare after Alice when she works out with her teammates in their short outfits. But not Connor. Connor is a gentleman. And he deserves to have Alice touch herself for him. Even if she won’t tell him. Not yet.

But it’s not working, and that frustrates her. She’s embarrassed but she doesn’t often manage to drive herself to orgasm. But she knows how to do it. And Connor is definitely a better fantasy than Davis the quarterback and boyfriend of Valerie. Every girl likes Davis. But not Alice. Alice likes nice guys. And yet…

She’s almost glad when Connor writes, and with a disappointed sigh, she pulls her fingers out from between her legs and readjusts her panties. Once she watched movies, dirty movies. There, the women were all immediately wet and ready. This made Alice feel very insecure.

‘You shouldn’t always think that your father is the most important person in your life, Alice. Your friends are still there.’

What would her father think of these words? Connor doesn’t make it easy for her to defend him against her father.

Annoyed, she lifts the cell phone.

‘Good night Connor. See you tomorrow.’ But she sends a kiss smiley behind so he doesn’t feel too bad. Connor says goodbye in the same way, leaving Alice in her bed.

While her mother continues to scream and moan, Alice lies awake and touches herself. The twitching in her crotch keeps her awake and urges her to move her hands again. She breathes faster as her fingers touch her labia, but she doesn’t get wet. Maybe she shouldn’t imagine Connor as he is, she thinks to herself. She adds some muscle and lets him say the things she would like to hear him say.

You are so beautiful Alice.

“Connor… yeah…” She thinks she should say things like that.

Your body is beautiful. Keeps touching you.

“Yes Connor.” And it works. In her mind, Conor stands over her, powerful and all-knowing. He knows she’s in trouble and helps her.

It’s okay, Alice. You can do this. I believe in you. Rub your little cunt for me. Alcie didn’t even know she knew such words but… She opens her eyes… and hears the soft smacking of….

“Yes Connor” she breathes happily. “I’m touching myself for you. I’m wet for you…”

Keep it up. Horny little thing. I know you can do it. Keep it up!

“Yes! Connor I… Oh God I’m coming for you!” And in her mind, Connor is naked. He’s standing by her bed watching her manage to finger herself to orgasm. Usually it’s so hard for her, but today Connor is helping her.

Alice hears her mother again. She’s going to get fucked hard today.

“Fuck me Connor. Fuck your horny little girlfriend. Watch me give it to myself!”

That’s right Alice my darling. Go ahead. See? You can do it! Rub yourself with your fingers! And that’s what Alice does.

“Thank you Connor. Thank you!” Something builds inside her. Something big comes. Her thighs twitch, then tense. Her bare toes dig into the covers, her head into the pillow. Her hair falls in her face but Alice doesn’t care as she heads toward something big, a powerful orgasm. “Thank you Connor. Finally! Damn it finally!

Way to go, he cheers her on. I’m so proud of you! Almost there. Alice clenches her teeth and her fingers rub quickly over her swollen labia.

“Connor!”

That’s it! Go on. That’s it!

Muffin.

Alice snaps her eyes open.

“What?” But it’s too late. “No!” Her orgasm ebbs, fizzles into something small, disappointing. But the frustration lasts only a moment, then comes the shock. In her mind, standing in front of her bed, is not Connor. “No…” It is her father. He’s nacked. And he eyes her appraisingly, shaking his head. Alice doesn’t understand, is confused and afraid. And she’s in lust, horny, wanting more. “Fuck!” And this time it comes from her as she turns around and presses her head into the pillow, too ashamed and confused to show herself to the world.

But in her mind’s eye, she still sees her father. He looks at her and his look….

I expected more from you Muffin

by Writing Shark

Alice can’t fall asleep

While you enjoy yourself with your wife in your bedroom, Alice tosses and turns on her bed in search of sleep that just won’t come. Thoughts of today occupy her mind and she can hardly wait for her birthday. So far, she hasn’t really cared about this date, but her father’s hug has shown her how much he can shake her. The idea of being able to hug him more often now makes her jittery and the fact that he has expressed his trust in her so clearly is one of the most significant events for the girl in recent times. First she thought he would move away from her, but he has driven this fear out of her and now there is only joy in the young girl. Grinning, she lies down on her back and stares up at the ceiling where a net hangs on which her father and she have hung small mementos and photos of their lives.

“Thanks dad” she whispers, looking at the many testaments to a life in which her father was always there, even if she hadn’t always noticed. “And now you’re there even more.” She knows her father has only her best interests at heart, and she is grateful to him for that. That he has now told her she is the way he wanted her to be makes the girl overjoyed, especially since he can now finally open up to her. It must have been exhausting for him to hold back so much for her, and Alice is determined to show him that his efforts were not in vain.

She can’t believe what a gift her father is giving her, rolls onto her stomach giggling and kicking her legs in the air. “Thank you!” she cries happily into her pillow, thinking of the future her father has given her. She almost manages to lie there longer until a muffled scream echoes through the house, perking her up again.

“FUCK!” The face of Alice turns red as she hears her mother’s voice, which cannot be muffled even by the thick walls of her house. They’re doing it right now, the girl thinks to herself, her face turning red.

She knows that her father has needs, he is a man, and besides, he pays for the house and everything Alice owns. Also her school and the things her sister and mother use. He is allowed to be free in his house, as he allows his wife and daughters. And her mother takes advantage of that too. Alice is used to her parents having an active sex life and secretly she is glad about it, because she sees from her friends’ families what a quarreling parental home can do. She doesn’t wish that for herself or Gemma. And her mother would simply be lost without her husband, the girl knows that. Everyone in the house knows it.

So your daughter turns on her side and tries to block out her mother’s lustful cries. Dad must be in a particularly good mood today. That was already the second, no the third climax. Alice shakes her head but the thoughts can’t be dispelled. I wonder what she did to earn this? Then she startles up.

“Oh no!” She rolls out of bed and looks at her alarm clock on the nightstand. It’s not too late yet. She forgot her daily selfie for her father. With a frown she thinks of Elise and is a little disappointed in herself that she could forget such a thing. Especially on this important day.

Alice pulls out her cell phone and adjusts the camera. Then she hesitates. Her nightgown is an old shirt of her father’s that he doesn’t need anymore. It’s wide and open; he’s just so much taller than she is. Alice looks down at herself. Can she send him a picture like that? She doesn’t even have a bra on underneath! Just a pair of plain white panties! Another scream from her mother echoes through the house. Now what? Should she send her father a picture of herself while he’s with her mother… and in her underwear? How long will it take her to change? She looks at the clock. Too little time. Should she wait?

“Or right now…?” Which would please her father more? “Or what would disappoint him more? Damn it Alice! Stupid goose!” But it’s no use. While her mother curses and begs and screams, Alice turns on her bedside lamp, sits upright, lifts the cell phone and… She doesn’t know for herself why she pulls on her shirt… So it stretches over her body even better… But the photo is already taken without her thinking about it. She quickly checks the photo, sees that it is not blurred, and sends it. Then she falls back into bed and looks up at the photos of her life. There he is, her father. And her. Arm in arm. No, she concludes. There’s nothing wrong with sending her father a photo in her nighties. He has seen her like this many times before. And even if her mother meanwhile… But why did I pull on my shirt? Or was she just dressing up? Her father deserves that she dresses up for him. The cell phone in her hand was expensive and he paid for it with his money. And the nightgown is also his.

“The main thing is that he got his selfie today” she decides and turns off the night light again.

But she still can’t fall asleep. Her mother is quiet now and by her count, her father has made her climax three or four times.

Again, Alice tosses and turns. Now that she’s done all her chores for the day with the selfie, her thoughts can circle back around to the future. The great future with her father.

But there is another thing that won’t let her go. Alice sighs and guilt spreads through her.

“Oh damn,” she grumbles sullenly as she listens for her parents’ voices. A very soft giggle is heard from upstairs as doors open and close. Are they going to take a shower? A good idea after mom… “Crap…”

There it is again, that feeling Alice doesn’t like. It keeps coming, more and more often lately, and Alice doesn’t know what to do about it. It bothers her that she is not strong enough to fight it. But it doesn’t help.

by Writing Shark

After the sex with your wife

Arm in arm, you lie in bed with your wife, enjoying her closeness as she enjoys yours. You have an exciting, various, and loving sex life that gives you more energy than it takes, and you both work to keep your marriage as intense in the bedroom as it used to be. Your primary task is to encourage Hellen in her views and to show her that the efforts she invests in you are not in vain. While your wife is giving you everything she can, it is up to you to give her the love, security and attention she needs. It’s a trade that ensures Hellen submits to you willingly and you don’t have to spend unnecessary energy controlling the willing bitch you married.

Outside the bed and after sex your relationship is just as intense but here you make sure that your wife can proudly show which man she has given her life to. So you run your fingers through her tousled hair while she nestles her sweaty body against yours. She lies on her side to spare her sore breasts and buttocks and your hands glide over her skin, healing it with gentle touches.

“Do you think Alice is really ready?” you hear her soft voice. She doesn’t doubt you, only her daughter. “I know how stupid and ungrateful I was at 20.” She looks at you in love. “I didn’t deserve you.” And you smile.

“But now you deserve me.” It’s always nice to see how strongly your lovely whore of a wife responds to those words. “And you did a good job of raising Alice to get her to this point.”

“I have you to thank for that.”

“I know.” It won’t do either of you any good to lie to each other about that. “Tonight I talked to her.” You tell her about Connor and your wife’s body stiffens.

“What are we going to do about him? Do you want me to deny her seeing him?” She’d throw herself in a bullet for you but you shake your head. Then you explain your next move to her. “You are so good James” she breathes and shakes her head. Then she kisses you deeply. “Please promise me that you won’t let Alice get as bad as me. Please don’t let her become like her mother.”

“Like you were then,” you add sympathetically. “Don’t worry. I’ll make her as perfect as you are now.”

“Honey…Master…”

It took a lot of work but with Hellen you did it. She sees it as her duty to raise her daughters so that you want to sleep with them, and only when Alice wraps her legs around you and calls you ‘daddy’ does her mother know she doesn’t have to worry about her eldest daughter anymore.

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You can’t pull yourselves together but this time the sex is intimate and loving. You can do that too and it is the duty of a husband to know what his wife needs. You are just especially happy with Hellen because she needs what you want. But still you want to make sure that she gives you her eldest daughter with a smile on her soul. You didn’t spend all that energy molding her only to not reap her gratitude.

After your wife has finally climbed down from you – she was allowed to ride you once to celebrate the day – you shoo her giggling across the hallway on the second floor into your bathroom. It’s like you’re still freshly in love as she lolls in front of you and you wet her with the warm water from the showerhead. You massage her body and soap her sore skin with your wet hands while she just enjoys your touch.

“James?” she finally asks as you rub shampoo into her hair to smooth it down. “What Alice said today about Elise…”

“What honey?” Your wife seems hesitant, but no wonder. Today should be all about Alice and her perfect body, her upbringing and her soul that will soon be yours.

“I’m worried about the girl. She has no father and her mother…” Your wife turns to you and puts her hands on your arms. You allow her to lift them to her breasts while her abdomen rubs against yours. “Women need a man in their lives to control them. I know that. And Alice knows that too. But Elise…”

“She’s not our daughter honey,” you say softly.

“She’s the same age as Alice.” Hellen nibbles her lip. “Maybe you could…”

“Honey, our commitment is to our daughters, and only them” you explain to her “Yes Elise is a pretty girl but Alice is the target we are focused on.” You hug your wife.

“I just worry,” she says.

“That’s my job honey” you reassure her and nibble on her ear. “You just have to worry that your oldest daughter will be joining you in my bed soon, okay?” Hellen looks at you from her loyal eyes. She is a kind-hearted person and wants the best for the people in her life. That’s a good quality and as the man of the house, you need to use those resources wisely. “Alice is important now. And Gemma after that.” You smile. Your youngest daughter is rarely spoken to lately the closer the big day gets for Alice but neither you nor Hellen are under any illusions.

“Okay.” And that’s the end of the subject.

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As you walk back into your room, the light on your cell phone glows. It’s already very late but you’re pretty sure what’s coming. Smiling, you look at the display.

“What is it?” asks your wife and you let your eyes run over her lithe body. Then you hold your cell phone under her nose.

“Still want to talk about our neighbor girls?” You grin devilishly.

by Writing Shark

Hellen is excited that you want to sleep with her daughter

“Position,” you say smiling after Hellen has impatiently undressed you with trembling fingers. She herself is already naked, has hurriedly torn off her clothes in front of you and now throws herself thankfully on your bed. Her fingers dig deep into the flesh of her buttocks and she presses her body extra deep into the sheets so that you can see deep between her spread thighs. Her wetness runs along her skin and her cleft is swollen and twitching already at the thought of you.

“Did you orgasm today?” you ask smugly.

“Of course not honey” your wife murmurs. She knows the rules. Every morning it’s the same game. She has to earn her orgasms. And every day she goes out of her way to make you happy and proud. “I came close three times” she admits. “When I thought about what you were going to do with our daughter.” She is such a good wife.

“I felt the same way” you admit as your fingers drive into her dripping hole and make her moan. Immediately a hand moves under her body and pinches her nipples hard so she doesn’t come right away.

“Thank you for letting me be there for you darling. Please, use me so I can give you relief. Please make me useful.” That’s her fantasy. That she has value to you. And when she is good and well-behaved – which is almost every day – you fulfill that fantasy for her.

A lustful, harsh moan travels through the house as you sink into your wife and her body burns under your dick.

“Please honey may I come? Please I’ve been so good and I need it so much. Please James!”

“Little slut” you murmur and quickly start thrusting into her. Drops of her juice land on your skin as your testicles slam against her clit and your shaft sinks into her hole. Her walls tighten around you as your hands rest on her ass, knuckles white and fingers deep in her flesh. Today you don’t want to beat her, it was too good a day for that.

“Yes! Yes I am your little slut! Your whore who does whatever you want!” Hellen gasps, using both hands to maltreat her breasts while you drive her body into the pillows. “Your slut who lets you do anything to her stupid body!” Your hands press down on her hips, pushing her down into the sheets while your cock slips smackingly out of her hole, eliciting a moan from her. Hellen knows what you want. She presses her thighs together and turns her head towards you while you let your cock slap her labia. “Take my tight hole honey” she purrs and smiles in love.

“You’re a horny wife and mother” you murmur, using the titles on purpose and Hellen knows it. You take her breath away as you slowly press yourself into her pussy. She is incredibly tight and you see how she must be straining. Her leg muscles work and her hand presses down hard on her mouth as you penetrate inch by inch into her tight channel. Then you take all your strength and ram yourself deep inside her, pushing against her cervix and eliciting deep gasps from the depths of her tense lungs. Your hands knead her ass while your body slams into hers with all its might. Hellen is a strong woman and after a minute she is halfway used to you. She takes her hand from her mouth which has left white marks there.

“I’m not your wife” she breathes, struggling to keep her voice under control. “Underneath you lies your daughter Alice.” Now it’s you who’s moaning. Hellen came up with the idea herself after you explained the future of your family to her. It hadn’t taken long for your wonderful wife to thank you for your love in her own way. And you returned it to her. When she tells you about the fantasies she has about her daughters, she can come as often and as hard as she wants. “I couldn’t sleep because I always have so much sex in my useless head. Ahhaugnnnnha!” Her orgasm surges over her battered body as you feel her cervix tighten and her walls strain to push you out of her wet opening. You continue to ram yourself deep inside her, enjoying your own daughter’s tight hole. “I can’t stop thinking about sex” Hellen continues mewling. “None of my friends at school is good enough.” The stories vary and Hellen plays out several scenarios to turn you on. What would send you into a burning rage in real life makes you horny in your marriage bed. “I suck so many dicks at school but none of these boys can really get it for me. Ah!” Another orgasm, smaller. Your hand lands slamming on her flesh and you feel her reaction to it. “And my teachers are too old and too nice. Fuck. Fuck me James. Fuck me daddy!” Oh she’s good. Your cock throbs in her hole and for a brief moment Hellen lets go. Your loins collide and you feel the dull thud of your tip bottom out. “FUCK!” Everyone in the house must have heard that. “Only you can fuck me the way I need it daddy! I know it! Only you can fuck me! Fuck James! James! Fuck!” Her head presses into the pillows but you yank it back by her hair.

“Alice you little 20 year-old slut” you snare and her thighs press together. “Daddy will show you what a real cock is.

“Please daddy! Fuck your daughter! She can’t think of anything else at school. In sports she’s wet and willing. She needs her daddy. God yes!” Again your wife trembles and you let her head sink powerlessly into the pillows.

“Daddy’s about to squirt darling.”

“Yes daddy! Make your little daughter your whore! She wants it! That’s what her mother pushed her out of her useless cunt for!” Your hand lands slamming loudly on her ass. You hit your wife with all your might and the pain pushes her third orgasm down so far that Hellen looks at you dumbly. You love that look on her beautiful face. “Sorry daddy…”

“Your mother is not useless Alice” you murmur to Hellen and smile. “When I fuck you she has proven that she is perfect as a mother and wife.”

“That’s her goal daddy” Hellen whispers and a tear trickles down her cheek. “She wants it so bad. Your daughters are perfect daddy and your wife wants to be too.” You kiss her on her sweaty shoulder.

“If your mother does what she is capable of as a wife, if she obeys her husband and does everything he says, then she is a perfect wife.”

“Yes honey…” Hellen breaks with her role play but that’s okay. You love her too.

“And if I fuck your daughters, then you’ve made it.”

“Please…” your wife whispers.

by Writing Shark

Your daughter tells you about your first victim

“Oh” you sound almost surprised but you both know you’re not. Alice has long since gotten used to your terms and is comfortable with your control over her life, you never put too much pressure on her.

What has been a loving and caring, if sometimes disciplining, father to your daughter, is an uphill battle for you. You know what boys are capable of who haven’t understood life. And Alice is 20 years old, you have never met anyone who understood life at that age. You yourself were immensely lucky, you were young when Hellen submitted to you. But that doesn’t matter when your daughter tells you about Connor.

He’s sweet and kind. You know him. Of course you do. You know every person in your daughter’s life. Every boy. And you hate them all with a murderous rage. But you’ve never shown it. Your daughter is all yours, both of your daughters, and since Gemma hasn’t shown any interest in boys yet, you can focus on Alice.

“I know you don’t like him,” your daughter mutters in the dark. “But he’s a really nice one.”

“Remember what I said, “you admonish her, not sounding very stern.

“Yes father.” Whenever you order her to do something, she talks to you like that. “I pay attention, and yes, Connor is really sweet and gentle. He’s interested in me as a person, not as a cheerleader.”

“Every boy is interested in cheerleaders” you just say and Alice nods. It was you who got her into this sport, three days after you decided she would be yours. Your wife looks gorgeous in the costume she bought from a sex store, but your daughter is just too much. You clench your jaw. Hellen is going to empty your cock today, you need to focus on the more important goal. Your voice softens. “You’ll be 20 soon and it’s one of the freedoms of dating Connor” you say, making your daughter happy and your stomach hurt

“I promise I’ll take care of myself.” On her own she stops and hugs you tightly. And you return the gesture. “I’ll always be your muffin dad” she purrs into your chest. Then she giggles. Your dick twitches. “Do we always hug this much now?”

“If you like.” Then you sigh. “I’ve taught you everything you need to know. In terms of boys, too. From now on we can take more liberties because I know you will always listen to me. I’m so proud of you.” And you know that these words will be burned into her sweet little head. You see it clearly, just need to reinforce it, but Alice is imprinted on you. Poor little silly Connor. Yet. You can’t bear the thought of seeing hands other than yours on your young daughter’s body, but this is the sacrifice you must make to be able to claim the grand prize.

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“Hi honey!” You and your oldest daughter wandered around the lake for a long time and you covered up your subliminal programming with nice talk, compliments, jokes and paternal pride and longed-for closeness so that your little Alice now walks past you into the house grinning stupidly while your wife greets you in the hallway. “I missed you.” She kisses you on the lips, almost tenderly for the way you treat her but also because she knows her daughters are within earshot. But you don’t want to control yourself. Alice and Gemma are used to seeing you and Hellen in love.

You grab your wife and with a joyful giggle you press yourself tightly against her while her back crashes against the next wall. Your strong hands dig into her ass and she snuggles against you while your tongue invades her mouth. Your wife is putty in your hands and squirms under your demanding touches.

“Today was a good day” you murmur as Alice walks around the apartment in the background talking to Gemma.

“I’m so happy for you.” Hellen has that voluptuous blush on her face again and her eyes are already consuming you but it’s you that’s dictating your sex life. Her eyes shift to her daughters, then back to you. She smiles in love. “Did you had a nice evening?” Your looks say it all. “God James I love you so much.”

“I love you too.” Then you spin her around, push her slightly away from you and give her a slamming slap on her ass. She’s wearing jeans and you can slap hard which makes Hellen giggle in love.

“God dad get a room” Alice laughs from the kitchen. Your daughters join your wife in setting the table for you and Alice. The others have already eaten but you wanted to wait for your daughter.

“These are all his rooms” Hellen admonishes her daughter and Alice rolls her eyes while Gemma focuses on the table.

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During dinner, Gemma and Hellen just nibble away while you and Alice dig in, you and your wife keep getting lascivious looks at each other. Your daughters know that tonight is one of the many evenings they better keep their downstairs doors closed if they don’t want to be kept awake by the lustful screams from the second floor. Hellen and you are a model of a functioning marriage for your friends and colleagues and often the target of envious or admiring comments. The lies you tell them are already well rehearsed and planned and no one suspects anything behind them other than love and respect in both directions. They are right about the love.

“So Alice,” Gemma says as you stroke your wife’s hand. “How was it with Elise?” You give your youngest a friendly look and tear yourself away from your beautiful wife.

“She was fighting with her mother again,” your eldest says, rolling her eyes. “They just can’t seem to settle down.”

“Elise has to get along without a father,” Hellen says sympathetically. “She must be jealous of you.” Your daughter looks down at her plate with a smile and eats another piece. “Not everyone is as lucky as you two and I.”

“True,” Alice gushes, then tells you about her evening, the hugs, the trust, and the new freedoms and responsibilities. Proudly she sees your looks, but overlooks your wife’s lustful glances at you. And only you notice Gemma and her envious glances as she suddenly shows interest in the food while her big sister raves about you.