Literotic asexstories – If Only He Knew Pt. 01 by sgternestbilko,sgternestbilko
I try to keep the sex as true to my own experience as possible. I love to write about kissing, stroking, how sex feels and sex as an encounter which involves all the senses. I do like to ‘get dirty’ but only in the height of my character’s arousal. All my stories have my own experience in them, but generally they are not autobiographical.
Constructive feedback welcome. I am from UK, so UK spelling applies. Thank you for reading my story.
Act 1 – Setting the scene
My husband’s daughter from his first marriage, Lizzie, landed on us a few weeks ago. Aged 18 she had taken a year off to travel but had been away 2 years. To be fair it had turned her from a petulant child to a more worldly-wise adult, but we could have done with a bit of notice. We knew she was back in the UK, but she just turned up on our doorstep one night ‘out of the blue’ having fallen out with her mother.
She didn’t have a job, hadn’t made up her mind if she was going to travel again and so was with us semi permanently. She was a pretty girl with a wonderful figure and a habit of wandering around the house in just her knickers. Bob had asked her not to do it, but she kept doing it. It wasn’t that she was an exhibitionist, just that she was comfortable in her own body. I don’t blame her, it didn’t bother me either way, although it was having an effect on Bob. For example; our bedroom is the other side of the landing from the bathroom. Bob and I often lie in bed and read before going to sleep. From our bed, with the door open we can see the bathroom door. One night Bob and Lizzie bumped into each other outside the bathroom. I saw him take a long look at her breasts. She didn’t seem to notice. When he came back to bed, we made love. Wow, I thought he is very animated.
Act 2 — Girls night in
Bob usually went out on Friday nights with his mates. Lizzie and I got used to having ‘girls’ night in’. Long girly chats over a few glasses of wine. I was really getting to know my stepdaughter and the more I found out the more I liked. She seemed to like me, which was nice too. One night I said “Lizzie, you should really try not to show off your breasts to your Dad.”
She smiled. “I know, but I keep forgetting, but its only Dad, he doesn’t care really.”
“He is a man.”
She looked puzzled. “What do you mean?”
I regretted that as soon as I said it. “Nothing really, it’s not important.”
“Come on Maddy, why did you say he’s a man.”
I took a deep breath. “Well, when you bumped into him on Wednesday, he got an eyeful and then took it out on me when he came back to bed.”
“Took it out on you?”
“Wild sex, Lizzie.” We laughed and laughed.
She held up her glass to clink with mine. “Maddy, let me know when you want more wild sex, and I will bump into him again.” We laughed again, maybe slightly nervously. I thought that would be the last we talked about it.
At our next girl’s night and after a few glasses of wine, Lizzie said “Had any more wild nights of sex?”
“I shouldn’t have told you that, Lizzie.”
“Why, it’s funny.’
“It is, but maybe not something a daughter and Dad should be thinking about.”
Lizzie looked a little forlorn. “Yeah maybe. I think I need to find a boyfriend.”
“Yes, I think you do.”
Act 3 — Another bump in the night
A few days later Bob and I were in bed reading (as usual) with our bedroom door open. I heard the bathroom doorknob being turned. It has a habit of sticking and there is a knack to opening it. Bob heard Lizzie fumble with the doorknob, he jumped up. “Thank god she’s finished, I need a pee.”
He got to the door just as Lizzie emerged from the bathroom clutching a towel to her front and her clothes in her other hand. Obviously fiddling with the doorknob had created a certain amount of juggling. As Bob got close to her, she looked up and jumped. She let go of the towel. Bob got an eyeful of trim body, lovely perky tits (bitch) and a black triangle. “Christ Dad, you scared the life out of me.” She exclaimed.
They both bent down to pick up her clothes and bob got a close up of her breasts. As they straighten up, she held the towel held over her crotch still exposing her breasts. She had picked up most of her clothes, but Bob had picked up her knickers. “Maybe I should take them Dad, unless you need them for something.”
He went red and stammered “sorry, Lizzie.” He handed them back, she smirked, winked at me and went to her room. He disappeared into the bathroom for a pee.
He came back into our bedroom and closed the door, purposefully it seemed to me. I looked up from my book as he strode into the room, dropped his shorts to reveal a lovely erection. I put the book down, as it was obvious what was going to happen next. Without ceremony he threw back the sheets, settled between my legs and slid his cock into me. He fucked me hard again (I do like that sometimes). I decided to be naughty and as he was building a steady rhythm I said “Oh, Daddy fuck me.” He went harder and as it seemed to work, I did it some more.
He came in me and then proceeded to manually give me a nice orgasm. As we lay there basking in the afterglow he said, “Why did you say Daddy?”
“Really?”
“Yes.”
“Because I saw you devour Lizzie’s body as you bumped into her, and you came to bed with a massive hard on. It obviously turned you on.”
“No, it didn’t.”
“Oh, yes it did Bob and don’t deny it.” I passed. “I really don’t mind bob, it’s only natural, you are a man and she is a beautiful young woman.”
“But she’s my daughter and I love you.”
“It’s just sex bob, plain and simple. Don’t go all prim and proper. You were aroused, I called you Daddy, you imagined fucking your daughter, I got a great fuck followed by a lovely orgasm. Everyone’s happy. Don’t analyse stuff Bob, just go with the flow.”
The next morning bob and I were in the kitchen. Lizzie sauntered into the room. “Hello, Daddy, did you sleep well.” I looked up immediately from my coffee. She was looking directly at me as she said it. She never calls him Daddy.
Typical bloke, it never registered, “yes, baby did you.”
“Yes, once I got off to sleep, I was fine, but I kept hearing strange noises. Maybe it was foxes mating in the garden or something.” She was still looking at me with a slight smirk on her face.
Act 4 – Another girls night in
For days I was busting to question Lizzie about her ‘Daddy’ comment, but I decided to wait until we had a bit of privacy. Next girl’s night in and after a few glasses of wine I asked her. “The other night, you heard me say ‘Daddy’ didn’t you?”
She grinned from ear to ear. “Yes, I came back to your room, and I was listening outside of the door.”
“Oh Lizzie, I’m sorry.”
She rolled her eyes while still grinning. “why, sorry? I was feeling a bit randy, so I came back to listen to you two having sex. I wasn’t expecting the Daddy thing, but I enjoyed the moment.”
“Dirty cow…not like your mum then.” I thought about what I said. I hadn’t meat to insult her mum. “I’m sorry I shouldn’t have said that, Lizzie.”
“It’s not problem, I know about Dad and mum’s problem. No, I’m not like mum, more like Dad really.” I smiled and tried to change the subject. I asked her about her adventures around the world, hoping we could move away from the subject of sex.
It turned out to be a conversation almost entirely about sex. She had left the UK at 18, a virgin. She wanted to save herself but fell in love with a Swiss boy in India. She gave herself to him but soon after he cheated on her. Betrayed, she tried to make up for lost time by sleeping with lots of boys. It was fun to start with, but in the end she found casual sex to be so hollow. Invariably she hated herself in the morning.
By the time she got to Thailand she had used up all her money. She got a room in a house rent free in return for cooking and cleaning for the owners, a Thai couple. She explained that both were in the sex trade, but they never brought their work home with them. The three of them became great friends. As she said, “they took care of me, and I became one of the family.”
“Maddy, they work so hard. Despite selling their bodies when they came home, they were just a normal couple.”
“Is there much call for male prostitutes in Thailand, then?” I was curious.
“A little, but Phawta is a ladyboy.”
“No….. that’s so interesting. Where they a couple in the physical sense?”
“Very much so. She was completely in love with Kulap.”
“I’m confused. She?”
“Yes. I know it sounds weird, especially with all the crap in the media about transgender. But out there it is so natural. She doesn’t care whether people think of her as a man or a woman, she’s just Phawta. The only reason I say ‘she’ is that that’s what Phawta looks like; a beautiful woman. She just happens to have a wonderful cock.
I nearly spat my wine out. “wonderful! You had sex with him?”
“I had sex with both of them. They taught be so much. I was damaged goods when I got to them. My experience of sex was neither loving nor sexually fulfilling. Despite having a lot of sex, I had never orgasmed. My Thai family changed all of that. They were usually too tired, so we didn’t have sex that often, but when we did it was slow, relaxed and erotic. Three people have sex blows your mind. Oh…. being kissed by a woman while a man is filling your pussy. You should try it.”
Her eyes lost focus as she looked into her past. I was so jealous, I wanted that. “Wow, I don’t know what else to say, Lizzie. You are so lucky.”
“I am, very lucky. So, now you know, I swing both ways. I want to marry a man and I want to have children eventually. But I love to have sex for sex’s sake. I don’t care whether it’s a woman, a man or a mixture of both.”
I felt venerable. Was she coming on to me? I had never so much as kissed another woman. I was so curious, but I was afraid to show it. “Oh.” Was all I could manage.
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