Forced to Fuck His Daughter in Front of Wife by robertsamuel052

Forced to Fuck His Daughter in Front of Wife by robertsamuel052

Explore the provocative and taboo narrative of “Forced to Fuck His Daughter in Front of Wife” by robertsamuel052. This adult sex story delves into complex dynamics and intense emotions that blur the lines of desire and duty. Prepare for a compelling and controversial journey that challenges societal norms. Read if you dare!

A female prisoner had escaped from a nearby penitentiary into the house of an ordinary suburban family. She also had a few screws loose and had more creative ways to toy with her captives than they would like.

Howard came out of the bathroom, a towel over his head. He noticed the looks Sandra had on her as she watched him from the bed.

“She’s still not over it yet?” Annoyance in his voice.

Sandra shook her head. The soft golden curls fluffed in the air.

“How long has it been? Two days?” He threw the wet towel into the laundry bag by the door. “It’s not like it’s a big deal or anything.”

“Don’t let her hear you say that.” Sandra warned. “Being rejected is a big deal.”

“Please.” He snorted. “Life is full of rejection.”

“She’s still young.” Sandra shrugged as she began to unbutton the white cotton blouse she’s wearing.

Howard went to his wife and wrapped his arms around her waists. His face nuzzled against the nape of her neck, inhaling the sweet scent clinging on his wife’s skin.

“Lizzie’s not that young.” Howard argued. Lizzie was his teenage daughter. She’s been troubled by a rejection from a guy and hadn’t been quite herself.

“Would you go talk to her?”

“Do I have to?” he sulked.

“Please. She needs her father to tell her that everything is going to be okay.”

“Everything is going to be okay regardless of whether I talk to her or not. It’s just a rejection.”

Sandra turned around, her arms folded across her bra-clad bosoms, and there’s a scowl on her face.

“Okay. Okay. You don’t have to get angry.” Howard conceded, retreating away from his wife.

He walked over to his daughter’s room. The door was closed and locked. Ever since she started puberty, the ‘no locked door’ rule sort of morphed into a guideline, and then it disappeared altogether. His daughter needed the privacy a young woman should have and Howard wasn’t going to deny that from her.

“Lizzie. It’s me. Can I come in?” He announced himself.

There was no response from his daughter. He thought his daughter didn’t hear him and almost knocked again when the door unlocked. Howard opened the door and walked into his daughter’s room. His daughter had already gone to her bed.

He took the chair from her work desk and sat down. He didn’t miss the heavily doodled photo of a young boy on her iPad. He recognized some words among the graffiti mess, and they weren’t words of flattery, that’s for sure.

He looked at the young girl laying on her stomach, her face planted into her pillow, her arms wrapped around the soft cotton body as though she had gathered a pool of sand in which to hide herself.

Howard sighed. How could he sort this out, he thought to himself? Boy trouble. His daughter was already facing boy trouble. The last time Howard felt so helpless for his daughter was when she had her period, and his wife was still at work.

“Lizzie, you know you can talk to your mother and I about it.” Howard remarked what had been said at least ten times for the past two days. He patted his daughter on her back.

Two days had passed since Tommy, her crush, declined her offer to be her prom date. It was quite the gall for a girl to ask. And just as embarrassing to get rejected. If his wife hadn’t been asking around, they wouldn’t have known why that cheerful girl turned morose all the sudden. His wife almost chalked it up to her having her PMS.

“Go away!” his daughter’s muffled voice filtered through the pillow.

“Tommy isn’t that good anyways.”

“You don’t know that.” She argued dejectedly.

Howard never met Tommy. Neither did he want to. He didn’t need to see Tommy to know the boy isn’t good for his daughter. In fact, no boy could ever be good for his sweet little princess.

“He is not worth your time, sweetie.” Howard tried again. No response this time. “What’s so perfect about him anyways?”

“He’s handsome. He’s popular. He’s the captain of the football team.”

Howard rolled his eyes at his daughter’s taste in men. How naïve her taste was?

Besides, Lizzie clearly had the looks to get herself the finest boyfriend she could ever want. Oval face with big blue eyes, chiselled nose to match the perfect pair of cherubic cheeks, and the most succulent lips a man could ever need, not too tall nor too short for her age, dirty blond hair like her mother’s; what there is to not like? She wasn’t lacking in the curve-department too. Barely halfway into her puberty, she’s already amassing a sizeable C cup breasts and a firm piece of butt rounder than a beach ball.

As if the high praises for his daughter’s looks from the relatives coming over for thanksgiving and Christmas were enough to clue Howard in, he had seen men and boys checking out his daughter out too. Her fondness for crop top and short shorts definitely didn’t leave much for the imaginations. Howard had lost count of the number of times he had wanted to gouge someone’s eyes out for ogling his angel.

“Look, guys like that aren’t good boyfriend material.” Howard said.

“You don’t know that!” his daughter finally looked up. Her big blue eyes were still puffy from the tears she had shed.

“Oh, honey. Look around you. How many of your friends’ parents are footballer?”

Lizzie scrunched her brows. Gears turning in her head. Howard couldn’t help but to smile at the adorable look on his daughter’s face.

“Not many, I reckon.” He continued. “Besides, you’re gorgeous. It’s Tommy’s loss for not taking up on your offer.”

His daughter glared at him for a whole second. Then, like a disturbed ostrich, she ploughed her face into the pillow once more. Howard let out a defeated sigh.

“Go away.” She mewled softly. Imploringly.

“Okay.” Howard conceded. “Try not to think about it too much. You have school tomorrow and it’s already ten. Goodnight.”

She didn’t respond. A clear sign that he had failed, again, just like his wife. He retreated to his room where his wife was waiting in bed. She had already dressed down to her negligee, her plump bosom and her dark nipples hardly covered by the thin fabric.

“I take that it didn’t go well.” His wife remarked.

“She’s still all hung up about it.” Howard shook his head, pulling his t-shirt over his head and yanking his pants down to the floor. Then, he slid into the bed. “Give her space. She’ll come around.”

“Yeah. But it’s been two days now. I thought she’d be over it by now.”

“Hey, you didn’t get over Oliver for at least a month after he rejected your invitation.” He reminded. Sandra rolled her eyes.

“Fine. You don’t have to dig up old wounds, you know.” She clicked her tongue.

“Who is this Tommy guy anyways.” He asked.

“He’s a senior. Quite the looker.” His wife teased; she’s already searching through Facebook. “I can see why Lizzie has such a big crush on him.”

“Ah, you’re right.” Howard agreed when he saw the boy’s face. Square jaw, cropped hair, an athletic tan, completely ripped with muscles, he’s the kind of guy that one would find in a gym poster. “Have the hots for him, haven’t you?” Howard slipped his finger in between his wife’s thighs to reach for her pussy.

“Don’t!” his wife warned. “I have an important meeting tomorrow. I need to sleep early.” She explained.

“Come on. Lizzie is old enough. I think she is more than ready for a little brother or sister.” Howard teased, not willing to give up so soon.

“I’m serious, Howard.” His wife pushed his hand away. “I really need my sleep. I have to video call this Japanese client at 10 am tomorrow.”

“You’re no fun.” Howard grumbled, turning away from his reluctant wife.

“I promise, we can have fun after this meeting.” She added apologetically.

Howard conceded and the two of them resigned to a good night’s rest. The nightlamps were turned off and they tucked themselves snuggly under the thick comforter.

Suddenly, a sharp shriek tore through the silence of the room. Howard snapped into attention. He was already out of the bed reaching for his handgun in the nightstand.

“That’s Lizzie.” His wife remarked what he already knew.

Howard looked at the time at the nightstand. It was two in the morning. He only had but four hours of sleep. But the exhaustion of the previous day was already gone. His mind was as clear as the gunsight he was aiming down on. He clicked the safety off and opened the door.

“Hide under the bed. If I’m not back in two minutes, call the cops.” He told his wife and his wife obeyed.

The hallway was dead silent. His eyes had long adjusted to darkness and the lack of a light didn’t bother him much. He sneaked up on Lizzie’s bedroom. Her door was ajar – something was clearly wrong. Lizzie never slept with her door open anymore.

He pushed into Lizzie’s room and to his surprised, he found Lizzie on the floor. He rushed in and dropped to his knees beside his daughter. Her eyes were closed, and she’s unconscious.

Howard looked around the room. Whoever harmed Lizzie could probably be still there. His eyes soon fell at Lizzie’s small walk-in closet. A place that someone could surely hide inside.

“We called the cops. I’m armed. If you don’t want to be riddled with bullets, I suggest you come out with your hands in the air.” He warned, gun training at the closet doors.

Another shriek tore through the silent night. This time, it was his wife. Sickened by the turn of events, the agitated Howard rushed for the master bedroom. That’s when he saw two sharp prongs reaching out to his neck. Before he could react, a bright spark erupted between the prongs and the last thing he remembered was the sizzling sound that echoed in his head.

Howard came to what he gradually realized to be the basement of his house. It’s been a long time since he was down here and unless he had to fix something in the house, he hardly ever went down there. Besides, he’d never woken up in it before so the feeling of seeing the bare-brick walls the moment he opened his eyes were surreal.