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The Shower

For months, my best friend Mark had been hinting at the idea of wanting to be with my pretty wife, Melissa. He was testing the waters with me to see my reaction - first joking about it, and then being more direct.

I had always known that Melissa found Mark very attractive, and decided that I wouldn’t stand in their way if this is what she wanted, no matter how humiliating their romance would feel.

A few weeks ago, Mark called me to tell me he was planning to stay with us on the coming weekend. I mentioned this to Melissa, and she was fine with it.

The day before his visit, Mark told me outright: “I am going to make love to Melissa this weekend. You know that, right?” I felt a lump in my throat and offered a nervous laugh in response. We both knew he wasn’t joking.

From the minute he came into my house, he began charming Melissa. And it was working. He masterfully got her to loosen up and she openly flirted back, without hesitation. After dinner, Mark suggested that I run out to the store to pick up some wine. He said that I should take my time.

My heart was racing as I drove off. It was clear that he was going to make his move. Melissa enjoyed flirting with him, but would she actually let him take it further?

I did take my time, as Mark insisted. When I returned almost an hour later, they were nowhere in sight. I heard the shower running and breathed a sigh of relief, as I assumed they were not in bed together. But then I heard the unmistakable cries of Melissa moaning, and the low, deep sounds of grunting.

I forced myself to walk closer to the shower, my whole body trembling at the thought of what I would find. I pushed open the bathroom door and almost passed out from shock, as I saw the two of them locked in a passionate embrace though the steamy shower door. I watched in silence for a full minute as I could see that Mark was making good on his intention.

I left the bathroom and closed the door behind me, giving them privacy. I gathered a few items from my bedroom and brought them to the guest room, where I would spend the rest of the weekend. 

The Family Bull

My wife had been fucking him since my daughter was 13. Both of my kids knew him as "A Good Friend". Overtime it even became normal that my wife would spend a weekend at his house every month and that they would do 1-2 trips a year together. We all got together, my kids, my wife and him a few times a year to hang out and normalize our friendship. He was always discreet and respectful. Just being a normal friend of mom and dad. My kids like him. They talk about him a lot. He is part of our life. A couple times my daughter asked me if he is mom's boyfriend. I'd answer he is a boy and a friend so yes and leave it at that. As she got older there was more questions. "Where does mom sleep when she is with him"? My wife and I agreed to be honest and age appropriate with any questions. I just answered, "with him, the same as when you have sleepovers with friends."

I always figured my daughter knew. Knew her mom kissed him and had sex with him.

The looks my wife and him gave each other, the almost kisses, the touches. How she spent extra time getting ready if he was going to be around, had me clean the house. It was probably obvious to a teenage girl. He is my wife's boyfriend more than bull. She loves him and he loves her. She still fucks other guys as casual hook-ups and he is free to fuck other woman as he desires. It is an open relationship. Just a couple weeks after my daughter turned 18. He was over for a barbecue, my son was away at an overnight summer camp and we knew my daughter would be going out with her boyfriend and friends. Most likely not coming home until late in the evening if at all. When my daughter came downstairs. I thought her outfit was fine. Something my wife would have warn clubbing in her 20's. Although I have always liked a more sexy look on females I'm not the best judge of inappropriate outfits. Yes it was tight and short with cutouts on the sides, a cross-halter neckline with a little side boob. Yes her make-up was a little too heavy.

It sure turned the head of my wife's boyfriend.

It was a typical mom and daughter argument. That blew up into loud screaming back and forth. Then it all came out. "Who the fuck are you to tell me how to dress mom! You're the town slut! Everyone knows you fuck any man that wants you even know your married to dad."

She looked at my wife's boyfriend then back at her mom. "I know you two have been fucking for years and dad does nothing about it. Where do you think I learned how to dress mom!"

My wife didn't handle it well. She started crying and ran up to her room. I was speechless and didn't do a thing. I didn't know what to say. My daughter wasn't wrong, I couldn't yell at her. 18 years old I couldn't tell her to go to her room. I sat with my head down.

That is when I heard him say it. "Hey babygirl, get over hear." My daughter was fuming and walked over to him in her heals and slutty outfit. He placed his hand firmly on her hip at the hemline so part of it was touching her skin and part on the fabric. "You don't talk to your mom like that babygirl you understand?" She looked at me then back at the man in charge. His hand moved up her skirt brushing the underside of her ass. My daughter looked at me again, waiting for me to stop him. I didn't. I just stared.

She bit her lower lip and smiled. His hand now rubbing her ass. Her leaning into him encouraging it. He was firm with her with his hand and his tone. "You look good babygirl, but you need to be punished for talking to your mom like that."

The contrast between the two of them. He is 2 years older than me, he could be her father. The thought, than his words. "Lay across daddies lap."

Pulling her ass into him, she giggled, letting this man fondle her. Doing as he said, on his command.

He lifts her skirt over her ass. She lets out a gasp that quickly turned into a pleasurable scream as his hand makes contact.

"You like being a good little slut like your mom, don't you?" He asks.

"Yes!" she moans as he spanks her again.

She looks at me watching and he notices. "Tell him who your daddy is babygirl."

He slaps her as again. Smirking at me she says "He's my daddy."

Rubbing her ass he tells her she is a good girl. He's pushing his fingers against her pussy and my daughter is pushing her ass up into him. He slides his fingers in.

"You want me to fuck you, babygirl?" he asks

"Yes, please fuck me daddy!" she moans again. I should be angry, I should stop this, I shouldn't look but I am proud of her. I love her so much and I am so proud of her in this moment. Proud like when she graduated high school just this spring, proud that she is going to college and proud she is a slut like her mom. He pulls her up and they walk off to her room. I sit and listen to the sounds of my daughter being bull fucked. This man we chose many years ago because of the size of his cock. This dominant man who knows how to train a woman, to take her from her husband. The same man now training my daughter. Stretching and braking her in so she will crave to be fucked by men like him. I don't do anything. I just rub my dick through my shorts feeling proud and ashamed. Going to our room I comfort my wife and tell her Will is putting our daughter in her place. My wife asks if I like that, rubbing me, I don't have to answer. She just smiles.

(Couldn't resist writing this made up story inspired by the image).

An easy yes🥵