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Daddy
"Daddy! Daddy! DADDY!" I wasn't sure what was louder; Rebecca's stomping feet or her screaming. My wife rolled over in bed with a groan.
"Your daughter is awake." She commented.
"Before sunrise, she's your daughter." I jokingly told her. I had watched that movie with Rebecca so many times when she was younger at this point that I could put on a one-person show. Rebecca reached our room and launched herself into our bed. Leila rolled out of bed and headed into our master bathroom. I didn't feel like getting out, so I captured Rebecca against my chest. She tried to squirm away, but I didn't let her get away.
"Daddy! Don't sleep the day away. It's the first day of vacation!" Rebecca was in her final year of college, and this was her last winter break. She had taken time off of work, and so had I. We both had our first long weekend to enjoy ourselves together in a very long time. We had been looking forward to it for weeks.
"Did you finish all of your homework?" I questioned her, already knowing the answer. Rebecca was working on an independent study for a graduation requirement, so I knew there was always something to be done regardless of if it was a vacation.
"I only have to analyze some data. Please, Daddy, it's vacation. Don't make me do it! Mom, tell him." Her mother had just come out of the bathroom and grabbed clothing to change for the day. Leila turned and looked at her daughter.
"You know your father's rules." That was all she said. Rebecca huffed in defeat. I kissed her cheek. I told Rebecca to go to her room and that I would be there in a few minutes. I watched her scurry out of the room, paying close attention to her tight ass. When she was out of the room, I finally got up and walked up to my wife. I took her in my arms and kissed her neck.
"I'm going to make us some breakfast. After that, I will book a hotel room for the night."
"Why, you're not...." I was afraid to ask her what was the catalyst for this sudden decision.
I did not have a typical family dynamic. Leila and I were high school sweethearts who married young. We had Rebecca, and our lives were complete. Yes, we had our highs and lows, just like any other couple, but we were always strong in our relationship. Things started to change as Rebecca approached twenty-one.
I fought my desire for her for many months after her twenty-first birthday. Rebecca did not put in the same effort. Eventually, it became too much. My greatest pride as a husband was that I was never unfaithful to my wife. I had a long conversation with both women involved. I fully expected that Leila would leave me and that I would be lucky not to have the police called on me. I was fully prepared to lose my entire life by revealing my desires. I loved them both, but I knew that Rebecca needed me.
Rebecca was not only my lover; she was my submissive. After understanding our desires, we started without physical intimacy. We initially thought I could give her a non-physical release as an intermediary until she found a partner who could fulfill her. Looking back, it was a lie we were telling ourselves.
When we realized that I needed to have her physically, I approached my wife. To my shock, Leila didn't curse and divorce me. By the grace of some deity, Leila accepted our relationship. Her only stipulation was that she was never a witness to any intimate physical relationship that I had with Rebecca. She was alright with a kiss, but that is where she drew the line.
Rebecca and I were very respectful of this rule. I would have jumped off a cliff if it meant that I would be able to pursue an open and honest relationship with the two most influential women in my life. Being vigilant and respectful of Leila's boundaries was the least I could do for her. Admittedly, it did make me paranoid about where my wife was all the time. Included in the spectrum of my paranoia was a worry that anything that I was doing could make Leila feel out of place in her own home. This was her home just as much as Rebecca's and mine.
When Leila told me she was going to a hotel, those worries kicked into overdrive; I started replaying the past days, wondering when I could have stepped over the line. Rebecca and I were always so careful. Leila put her hands on my chest and kissed my cheek.
"Relax, love; nothing is wrong. I just want to give you both...
"Your daughter is awake." She commented.
"Before sunrise, she's your daughter." I jokingly told her. I had watched that movie with Rebecca so many times when she was younger at this point that I could put on a one-person show. Rebecca reached our room and launched herself into our bed. Leila rolled out of bed and headed into our master bathroom. I didn't feel like getting out, so I captured Rebecca against my chest. She tried to squirm away, but I didn't let her get away.
"Daddy! Don't sleep the day away. It's the first day of vacation!" Rebecca was in her final year of college, and this was her last winter break. She had taken time off of work, and so had I. We both had our first long weekend to enjoy ourselves together in a very long time. We had been looking forward to it for weeks.
"Did you finish all of your homework?" I questioned her, already knowing the answer. Rebecca was working on an independent study for a graduation requirement, so I knew there was always something to be done regardless of if it was a vacation.
"I only have to analyze some data. Please, Daddy, it's vacation. Don't make me do it! Mom, tell him." Her mother had just come out of the bathroom and grabbed clothing to change for the day. Leila turned and looked at her daughter.
"You know your father's rules." That was all she said. Rebecca huffed in defeat. I kissed her cheek. I told Rebecca to go to her room and that I would be there in a few minutes. I watched her scurry out of the room, paying close attention to her tight ass. When she was out of the room, I finally got up and walked up to my wife. I took her in my arms and kissed her neck.
"I'm going to make us some breakfast. After that, I will book a hotel room for the night."
"Why, you're not...." I was afraid to ask her what was the catalyst for this sudden decision.
I did not have a typical family dynamic. Leila and I were high school sweethearts who married young. We had Rebecca, and our lives were complete. Yes, we had our highs and lows, just like any other couple, but we were always strong in our relationship. Things started to change as Rebecca approached twenty-one.
I fought my desire for her for many months after her twenty-first birthday. Rebecca did not put in the same effort. Eventually, it became too much. My greatest pride as a husband was that I was never unfaithful to my wife. I had a long conversation with both women involved. I fully expected that Leila would leave me and that I would be lucky not to have the police called on me. I was fully prepared to lose my entire life by revealing my desires. I loved them both, but I knew that Rebecca needed me.
Rebecca was not only my lover; she was my submissive. After understanding our desires, we started without physical intimacy. We initially thought I could give her a non-physical release as an intermediary until she found a partner who could fulfill her. Looking back, it was a lie we were telling ourselves.
When we realized that I needed to have her physically, I approached my wife. To my shock, Leila didn't curse and divorce me. By the grace of some deity, Leila accepted our relationship. Her only stipulation was that she was never a witness to any intimate physical relationship that I had with Rebecca. She was alright with a kiss, but that is where she drew the line.
Rebecca and I were very respectful of this rule. I would have jumped off a cliff if it meant that I would be able to pursue an open and honest relationship with the two most influential women in my life. Being vigilant and respectful of Leila's boundaries was the least I could do for her. Admittedly, it did make me paranoid about where my wife was all the time. Included in the spectrum of my paranoia was a worry that anything that I was doing could make Leila feel out of place in her own home. This was her home just as much as Rebecca's and mine.
When Leila told me she was going to a hotel, those worries kicked into overdrive; I started replaying the past days, wondering when I could have stepped over the line. Rebecca and I were always so careful. Leila put her hands on my chest and kissed my cheek.
"Relax, love; nothing is wrong. I just want to give you both...
