Just a Regular Pt. 02

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Just a regular Dad.

I’m just a regular Dad, at least I’ve always thought so. I’ve done the same things that millions of men before me have done, had a good childhood, been to uni, skinny dipped with friends, had sex on the beach, got a decent job, got married, had kids, got divorced. Up to that point everything was normal except for one small thing, the reason for my divorce.

The reason for my divorce was that I suddenly found myself drawn to men as much as to women. I say women (meaning plural) because our marriage had always included other people; not on a particularly regular basis, but if we met another attractive couple with the same predilection, then neither of us were ‘prudish’. I watched happily as my wife fucked other men, she did the same if I fucked another woman, but when I showed an interest in men, she couldn’t take it.

It was a bone of contention for a year or two, she enjoyed other women as much as I did, so why did she have a problem with me enjoying other men? Even before our marriage it was obvious to me that she was at least partially bisexual, I had spent many hours thoroughly enjoying watching her with other girls, and men. I didn’t understand her position on that at all.

We separated, then made it official. It was completely amicable. My wife kept the house, I bought a flat. The kids stayed with her, I paid her a generous childcare allowance, without involving the legal system. We meet for a drink occasionally, and the kids are welcome to stay with me whenever they want. The kids, well, one of them, staying over, is what changed my life irrevocably.

My son, Jason, was thirteen, my daughter, Janet, sixteen, when Kathleen and I split up. The kids spent the odd weekend with me, either together or individually for a couple of years before making their own decisions about such things, Jason didn’t stay as much as he got a bit older, but Janet ended up with her own key. She stayed at the drop of a hat, no rhyme nor reason, she was free with the place.

Janet was attending the local university, my flat was a lot closer to the campus than her mum’s place, and being as sensible as she was she saw no reason to get student accommodation with me being so close. She didn’t exactly move in, she just turned up as and when she liked.

I was a bit nervous at first, I had a regular ‘friend’ who came round, but Janet was a lot more open minded than her Mum had been when he was around. She was quite happy to come out for a drink with both of us, and didn’t react at all when we went back to the flat for some playtime. She was completely at ease with us.

I had a busy week ahead of me. It was Jason’s birthday, his sixteenth, on the coming Wednesday, and on Friday I had to attend my company’s quarterly cocktail party. I found the parties hard work. My wife used to attend as my ‘plus one’, but since the split I’d been going on my own. My sexuality was my business, and my business alone, which was good as far as Lee, my friend, was concerned, as he wouldn’t be seen dead at that kind of function. Others went with same sex partners, so it wouldn’t have been a problem for the company, but as I say, my business is my business.

This time though I was coming under pressure from the regional managing director. He turned up at these shindigs with a different girl every time, usually about a third of his age and very buxom. He had been hounding me for the last three weeks or so to make sure I had a ‘plus one’ with me. He stated right out that it would be to my advantage to have a lady on my arm.

On the Wednesday evening I sat in the Thai restaurant and waited for my family to arrive, it had been Jason’s choice of venue, his favourite food.

I saw a taxi pull up outside and my ex-wife got out, followed by my son. Then I got a shock, rather than my daughter getting out, a very elegant young lady got out. I thought perhaps this must be Jason’s girlfriend, and maybe Janet had cried off. They came into the restaurant and as they came to the table I stood and offered to help them into their seats. My former wife was as lovely as ever, my son was smart and looking very grown up. The lovely young lady was.. Fuck me! It was Janet!

Now I must take a moment to set things straight. My daughter is about three inches shorter than my six feet one. Her fashion sense had never made sense to me, it could only be called scruffy-retro. Don’t get me wrong, she’s very very pretty, but her clothing seemed best suited for a skip! Apparently this was the current ‘thing’, all her clothes came from charity shops, few actually fitted her, but she was happy enough in them.

This was a Janet I’d never seen before, tall, beautiful, and elegant, yes elegant, I couldn’t believe my eyes!

My thoughts went back over the past few years. At sixteen Janet had been a tall but gangly young teenager, pretty but as thin and shapeless as a pencil. I always thought her most redeeming feature was her love and protection of her brother. God help anyone who tried to come between them! I’d seen it happen only once, when a boy at school tried to bully my son, my daughter became nothing short of vicious. My wife and I had been called to the school to discuss her actions, she didn’t take prisoners apparently. She only narrowly avoided being kicked out of the school, her defence? “Nobody messes with my brother!”

Over the next few years Janet changed. Under all the loose baggy clothes I couldn’t see her shape very clearly, but she did have a habit of moving between my bathroom and her bedroom wrapped only in a towel, so I knew she had developed, in all the right places. I couldn’t really see anything, nor did I particularly look, I am her dad after all.

Now as I looked at her I couldn’t believe she was my daughter. I was looking at an elegant sophisticated young woman, not my scruffy carefree little girl. Gone were the loosely tied bunches in her hair, she now had free flowing golden waves. Gone were her second or third hand charity shop clothes, she was wearing a designer suit in a rose colour that reflected her beauty perfectly. It also perfectly highlighted her previously well hidden figure. I was stunned. She was seriously ‘hot’.

Having seated my family I was just a bit tongue tied, not so my son though.

“That’s ten quid you owe me!” He held out his hand and looked at both his mother and sister . I asked what was going on, to be informed that he had bet both of them that I wouldn’t recognise Janet. I told them that he had definitely won that bet.

Over the several courses of the meal it transpired that my having mentioned my Friday night dilemma over the past couple of weeks, Janet had decided (without my knowledge) that she would be my ‘plus one’! I didn’t know how to respond to that suggestion, certainly not in front of her sixteen year old brother and mother. I got my chance after we left the restaurant. Kathleen and Jason were heading home, Jason had school the next day, I was going to the pub for a quiet pint, and Janet hooked my arm and informed me that she was coming with me.

Once seated in the pub I explained my concern.

“These do’s are full of old lecherous men, not to mention the women, it would be like going into a tank full of sharks for you. The second anyone knows you’re my daughter you’ll be a target. It’s dog eat dog in there!”

“I’m not going as your daughter, I’m going as your date, nobody there knows me and nobody needs to know me. I’m going to circulate the party, tell everyone how wonderful you are and make lovey dovey eyes at you all night before whisking you away for a night of passionate love making!”

“Oh, really?

“Well, it doesn’t have to be passionate love making, that depends on who I’m talking to, it could be just a good fuck fest!”

“Janet!”

“What? Dad, we’re both adults, and adults swear, I thought we agreed that what you and I said to each other stayed with each other. Mum’s told me about these parties, and the lecherous old buggers that have tried it on with her in the past. And the way they are probably going to be looking at you and talking about you. So I’m going, and I’m going to be clinging on to you like a love lorn teenager, which I am anyway. So get used to it!”

Headstrong isn’t quite the word I would have used for her, Bully would be more like it.

Friday night came, and with it my daughter, dressed in a rose pink cocktail dress that showed off her assets like a fashion queen on a catwalk. The three inch heels brought her up my my own height. She was nothing short of stunning! The compliments and pats on the shoulder I received all night paid tribute to my taste in a companion. The guest list included not only most of the company’s regional managers, but the actual owner and principal share holder. It was a big do, and Janet shone.

I’d perhaps had a few too many drinks when Janet sashayed across the room and whispered in my ear that it was time to go. I tried to put it off, for once I was enjoying myself, but she was having none of that, she kissed my ear and whispered “Daddy, do as you’re fucking told and order the uber!”

The car was there within five minutes and once we were in it she explained that she’d been overhearing lots of bits of conversation that indicated I was being considered for a big promotion. She needed to get me out of there before I’d had any more to drink! She was looking after me the way she did her brother.

I wasn’t drunk, just a bit merry, but back at the flat Janet made me drink about a pint of water and then dragged me into my own bedroom. She’d kicked off her heels by now, as I had my shoes, and the little coat she’d had on over the cocktail dress was also flung on a chair somewhere. She pushed me down onto the bed and without any further ado dragged my trousers off of me.

“Why are you wearing two pairs of undies?”

She’d caught me. I’d put a pair of boxers on over my briefs, basically to help keep my cock under control.

“Because I couldn’t afford to walk around with you all evening without them, have you any idea what you’ve been doing to me all night, and the other men in that room? I was just taking precautions!”