Literotic asexstories – Jen turns Dad into a Sissy-slut by dcdcdcdcdc,dcdcdcdcdc
Well, that wasn’t exactly the story. There had been hints of Amy’s frustration for years. At some point, she must have cared for him, but for so long she had lost all feeling for him.
After their marriage, Steve had become boring. He gradually didn’t want to do anything fun, especially in the bedroom. He would go to work, come home and watch TV, and then go to sleep. Amy wondered how she could have ever been attracted to such a nerd.
She went crazy the first few years. She didn’t mind the fact that they didn’t go out to parties, or dinners, or even the movies. When it came down to it, she missed what she should have been getting at home. Their sex life before marriage wasn’t bad.
She had always been concerned about the size of Steve’s cock. It was barely five inches long erect, but as long as she was getting fucked, she didn’t really think she’d mind. That was before she was married. Once married life started, it seemed like their sex life just ended. Those first few years Amy tried many things to spice things up with Steve—lingerie, pornos, sex toys, romantic dinners—but none of these worked.
Amy’s sex life didn’t improve until a few years later when she went out for her friend Cindy’s bachelorette party. They did they typical male stripper thing. It was when the cowboy stripper took off his overalls and revealed the large bulge in his g-string that Amy’s pent-up sexual frustrations overwhelmed her. She couldn’t take her eyes off of his crotch as the cowboy gyrated over the soon-to-be bride.
It wasn’t until his performance was over and the rest of the women looked around the room that anybody noticed what Amy was doing to herself. She was touching herself between her legs, gently rubbing her clit through her skirt. Amy had masturbated plenty since she had married Steve—god knows she needed to—but she had never done anything like this with other people around.
She didn’t even realize what she was doing until Cindy called out, “Hey Amy, I think you enjoyed the show even more than I did!” It took a minute until Amy realized what Cindy was referring to. She was so ashamed that her face blushed as she straightened out her skirt.
Then Cindy came over to her and said, “I guess Steve still isn’t giving it to you. You really need to get laid. I’d never be able to put up with what you’re going through. Jim’s great in bed, but if he ever neglects his job after we get married, I’d have to go elsewhere to get it. It’s not right for a woman as hot as you not to be getting fucked on a regular basis. I’m so horny right now—god that cowboy was hot! And Since Jim doesn’t want to have sex this week prior to our wedding—something about saving up his energy for an all night fuck-fest after the wedding—I think I’m gonna find some other stud to give it to me tonight. You should join me.”
Amy was amazed that Cindy would have sex with some other guy just a week before her wedding. But she could certainly understand why. Amy was so hot right then she was fantasizing about getting fucked too, and it wasn’t Steve’s cock she was thinking about. It was that cowboy’s. While she had been frustrated with her sex life for years, she had never really thought about getting her share of cock from someone other than her husband. But once Cindy brought up the idea, Amy’s mind began to focus on it—adultery. She thought, “Yeah, if Steve isn’t doing his manly job, then I have the right to go out and find someone who will.”
Just as Amy’s mind decided to go for it, Cindy said, “Come on Amy, let’s go the bar down the block and pick up some guys. I need to get laid now, and so do you!” And before Cindy had finished saying those words, Amy was already out of her seat and heading to the door, wondering what it would be like to get fucked for real again after all these years.
And so that’s how it began. Amy and Cindy went to the bar and found a couple of young guys eager for some pussy. Cindy went up to them, “Hey boys, my friend and I are horny and need to get fucked. Think you can help us out?”
The guys were roommates, and in a few minutes, they were back at the guys’ apartment. Amy’s clothes were off in no time and she was down on her knees sucking the guy’s cock. It was bigger than Steve’s and she was so hungry for it, but before he would come she knew that she needed it in her pussy. So she laid down on the couch, pulled him close, and proceeded to get fucked like she hadn’t in years.
God it felt good. She released all the tension of years with Steve in minutes. As she came, she knew she was hooked. She didn’t even feel any guilt. She had suffered long enough. She deserved this! Now she had a real cock inside her. As she and Cindy left the apartment shortly after, Amy knew that she had just given up on Steve.
For the next few months, Amy would go and pick up random guys to fuck. But as the guys weren’t so eager to give up on her after a single night, she figured why not have a regular stud to keep her cunt happy. Besides, it was easier than having to find a new guy each time, although with her looks that wasn’t too hard. So for the next decade she had relationships with several men, lasting a couple of years at the most. And this got Amy through her time with Steve.
She had decided early on to stay with Steve. He made a good income and they had a nice home with all of the stuff that she wanted. Plus she really didn’t want to split up while Jen was growing up. She loved her daughter and felt that it would be best if she had a stable two-parent home. So she stayed with Steve and the years went by.
Amy couldn’t imagine that Steve didn’t know what was going on. All of her “ladies night out” excuses must have made Steve suspicious. And the fact that Amy no longer begged Steve for sex should have clued him in too. Amy just figured Steve was fine with the situation.
But things had changed dramatically three years ago. Amy had left him. Her latest boyfriend, John, was great. He was handsome, muscular, and a stallion in bed. And he really cared for her. After a year of dating, he said, “Why don’t you leave that pussy husband of yours and live with me.” Although she had promised herself to stay with Steve for Jen’s sake, she was too tired of living a false life to continue with it. Jen was older now, fifteen years old and acting like a woman, so Amy finally said, “I’ve had enough,” and she left. She packed up her stuff one day, moved across town to John’s place, and finally was free.
That was three years ago. Steve still couldn’t believe it had happened. He would think about it often, as he was now, as he was doing the laundry. Now it was just Jen and him in their house. Amy hadn’t said a word to him since she left. Her lawyers settled the whole divorce.
Amy stayed in touch with Jen, and Jen would see her and talk to her on the phone on a regular basis. Steve though that Jen would have been mad at her mother for walking out on her, but the opposite was true. Jen was actually mad at him. In fact, she hated him and blamed him for the divorce.
“Teenagers are hard enough to raise,” Steve though, “but now that she blames the divorce on me, she’s become impossible. Always going out with her boyfriend and never getting home before her curfew. And why does she hate me, it was her mother that left her?!”
As he thought about these things, he began to picture Jen. She had grown up to be just like her mom. She was 18 now, and was as tall as him. She was well developed and had the same blond hair that her mother had. Jen was definitely one of the more popular girls in her high school and always had. Steve didn’t want to admit it, but his daughter was probably a flirt. The guys who came to pick her up for dates were always good-looking and well built. In fact, they sort of made him feel emasculated since they were often bigger and more muscular than he was despite them only being in high school. Steve was a pretty scrawny guy himself.
And then Steve thought about the way Jen dressed. She really dressed like a slut—those miniskirts didn’t cover much. You could almost see her panties as she walked. Jen always wore short skirts. And she certainly wasn’t modest wearing those tight, short t-shirts through which her nipples invariably poked out. You could see right through them. It must have been her mother’s influence. Who knows what she did when she went out with her boyfriends and didn’t come home until nearly morning.
Jen was supposed to do the laundry, but as she hadn’t done her chores for a while, Steve decided to do a wash before dinner. As he was finishing folding the laundry, thinking about his daughter, he realized that Jen was probably the most attractive woman that he sees. There were no woman at his office, and his sex life certainly hadn’t improved since he had become single. He hadn’t even gone on a single date since Amy left him.
“I guess Jen is the hottest thing I get to see,” Steve thought just as he was folding a pair of her panties. They were pink lace, and he wondered how she got them. Must have been from her mother. Or could one of her boyfriends have bought her something like that for her?
As he examined them, he noticed that it was a thong. “My daughter wears these?” he thought as he began running the thong through his fingers. She must be a slut like her mom, he thought with indignation, until he realized that something was going on.
Was he getting a hard on? Thinking of his daughter? Holding her panties?
She certainly was hot, and to be honest, it had been a while since anything had excited Steve. This thong was covering my daughter’s pussy?
He imagined her walking up the stairs in one of her short skirts, and spying up at her ass while she wasn’t looking. Yeah, I can picture these panties on her! Up between her ass cheeks as she seductively shakes her butt back and forth. That flirt, that slut, she’s probably a whore like her mom. He felt his cock stiffen more, becoming uncomfortable in his pants.
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