My Anal Obsessed Daughter

Fbailey story number 798


My Anal Obsessed Daughter


I had a very busy and quite taxing day at the office. My brain was fried. I felt like a zombie. So I went home an hour or so early.

I parked my car in the garage and entered the house through the kitchen. My wife was starting to prepare some items for dinner.

As I normally did, I gave her a kiss, felt of her breasts, and cupped her pussy. The kiss was not as passionate as it normally was and I think she realized that too. Her breasts felt very nice through her T-shirt without a bra to get in the way. My hand went up between her legs, under her short skirt, to rest up against her wonderful pussy. I could feel the heat that radiated from her…the moist heat.

My wife whispered in my ear, “Why don’t you go lie down on the couch? I’ll wake you when dinner is ready.”

She walked me the short distance to the couch, pushed me down, and tucked a throw pillow under my head. She leaned down to give me another kiss and her breasts hung down enough to touch my chest and then they swung around a little as she teased her own nipples on my body.

A few minutes later my daughter bounded into the house. She must have come in through the backdoor. I know that she parks her bicycle back there. In any event, she did not know that I was home, that I was out of sight on the couch, and that I was merely fifteen feet away.

My wife said, “Welcome home sexy girl. What did you do with my three pounds of carrots? I was planning on using them to make a raison carrot salad. Go get them.”

Ingrid said, “Can’t! I used them.”

My wife laughed and said, “I know that! Now go get them. I’ll wash them off, peel them, and feed them back to you. Hey, you get to eat your sex toys. How wonderful is that?”

Ingrid said, “I’m not eating those…I know where they have been.”

My wife giggled and said, “You can slip a condom over them first.”

Ingrid said, “Not the same feeling.