Testing Times by UltimateSin,UltimateSin

A/N – Hello! I’ve been writing all sorts of stories lately. An idea will hit my mind and I usually try and start immediately while it’s fresh. Sometimes it works out, but I’ve got a few documents on my laptop where I’ve got around halfway and run out of steam, or just don’t know how to finish it all off.

This idea came to mind while I was writing another ‘Loving Wives’ tale. It’s not going to be entirely realistic, and I might leave a note at the end about where it was complete fantasy. Australian laws are rather different to other parts of the world, and as explained previously at the end of another story, our divorce laws are almost set up in a way to make divorce less appealing than trying to stay together.

Usual caveats. All editing and reviewing done by the author with Microsoft Word. Spelling is usually spot on. Australian / British English. Definitely the occasional typo. Grammar can be ropey at times, but it’s been a long time since I sat in a classroom. All mistakes owned up to by the author. Please remember this is only fantasy and I’m an amateur.

Comments and feedback appreciated as always.

*****

Arriving home from work, I wasn’t surprised by the lack of any real warm welcome. Is it true that after a decade and a half of marriage, the passion just suddenly dies? Is it due to the pressures of daily life, raising kids, both of us working, looking after a house and home, and all that just leaves us with little time to keep the passion going? Sarah, my wife, was in the kitchen preparing dinner when I walked in. I always used to enjoy the embrace and kiss we’d share. I was lucky to get a peck on the cheek nowadays. She asked about my day, but it almost seemed to be feigned interest when I responded to her. I gave up as I wasn’t just going to fill the silence, asking about her day in return but she had little to tell me.

Holding back the sigh, I walked through the house towards the bedrooms of my kids. My oldest daughter, Chloe, was always the one person in the household happiest to see me nowadays. Nineteen years old, now at university, happy to remain living at home. Every time I appeared in the doorway, her face lit up. “Evening, Daddy!” she’d exclaim, getting up to hug me tightly, a big wet kiss on my cheek. It used to be I’d give her a big hug, lift her up and swing her around, making her giggle as I leave little kisses all over each cheek. That was now a few years in the past though we still showed each other all the affection in the world.

As for my two younger sons, they’d be busy gaming. I was lucky to get a grunt from either of them whenever I popped my head through the doorway. Considering they were fifteen (Michael, though he preferred Mike) and thirteen (Christopher, though he was only ever known as Chris), I guess they just didn’t see their father as cool or something any longer. Who knows? But it’s a bit deflating that there only seemed to be one person in the household that seems to appreciate me any longer. The last time my wife seemed to actually give a shit about me was on my fortieth birthday last year. Even Christmas passed with her barely seeming to show an interest. New Year was spent together but to say the intimacy was on life support would have someone pulling the plug, sooner rather than later.

I’ve tried to talk to her more than once about the state of our marriage, but she’d insisted more than once everything is fine. I’ve suggested counselling but she gives me a funny look every single time the asked why I’d want to bring an outsider into our marriage. Whenever I mention the fact our sex life is nowhere near as good as it used to be, and we barely seem to do anything with each other, she just smiles and states she loves me and she’s happy.

Well, she might be…

I guess when you still love someone, you’re willing to give the benefit of the doubt. You still have a blinkered view of your partner. Returning to the kitchen after giving my daughter a hug, hearing her whisper that she loved me, always making me feel better, my wife was talking to someone on the phone. She wasn’t whispering away and knew it was one of her best friends. I poured myself a drink, offered to help as I always did. She just waved me away.

Sitting down for dinner later at the table, something we insisted on doing as we didn’t want to eat in front of the television, it was pretty much the only time I could talk to my sons without the distraction of their games. I would ask about their studies, but they were at that age when school just ‘sucked’ and they insisted they’d done their homework. As it was their responsibility, I wasn’t going to check up on them. Parent-teacher meetings were sometimes interesting, a role my wife and I shared.

“Mum, Daddy, I have an interesting assignment for one of my classes,” Chloe said as I was busy chewing away on another mouthful, “You know how DNA testing is rather popular today to check your ancestry? Well, what I’ve got to do is obtain a DNA test for the family and then I have to trace my history as far back as possible. It’s a joint DNA and ancestry thing.”

“That sounds interesting, sweetheart. When do you need it by?”

“I have everything I need upstairs. It has to be completed by the end of the month. Boys, are you okay with that?”

“Sure, whatever,” Mike mumbled. Chris just grunted. Chloe rolled her eyes, making me smile. Glancing at Sarah, I was surprised to see her looking a little nervous.

“I’m not sure, Chloe,” she stated.

“Why?” Chloe asked in reply.

“Well, I guess I just don’t want to know who I might be related to. Never know what sort of skeletons might be hiding in our bloodline!”

I couldn’t help laughing. “Oh, come on, Sarah! The worst thing you might discover is that one of your distant relatives was a convict. From what I know of my family history, my great-grandparents were born here. Before that, I’m not sure.”

Sarah still looked unsure before she sighed. “Fine, fine. I guess it is important for your classes.”

After dinner, I gave it no further thought except for when Chloe came to join me where I was out in the backyard. She’d sometimes find me in the shed, but part of me just didn’t want to be in the house. The boys were back in their rooms already, Sarah was in the living room, watching trash reality television I had no interest in. Chloe would usually be studying or messaging all her friends. Again, she was the only one who’d come and keep me company.

“Are you okay, Daddy?” she asked.

“Happy as I can manage, sweetheart.”

“Daddy… Why do you think Mum was originally against it?”

“No idea. I guess I can understand her worry. Ever seen the BBC show ‘Who Do You Think You Are?’ More than one guest has found some skeletons in their closet. Imagine learning a distant relative was, I don’t know, involved in the slave trade, or took part in the Stolen Generations or something. Someone being a convict really wouldn’t bother me though.”

“I’ll let you know the results when I get them.”

She kept me company outside until it started to get dark, giving me another long hug as she sat on my lap. Considering she was only five-four compared to my six-one, she was rather light, and I could easily pick her up if I wanted. Resting her head against my chest, I felt her snuggle into me, wrapping my arms around her tightly.

“Daddy?” she whispered.

“Yes, sweetheart?”

“Are you and Mum unhappy?”

I tried to hold back the sigh, but I couldn’t. “I guess you’re old enough. She insists she’s happy.”

“But are you happy?”

“I’m trying my best, but I just don’t know anymore. I’ve tried to keep the romance alive, at least. You know all those little gestures that used to mean something. But when it barely gets a response, and she seems disinterested the rest of the time…”

“Well, I still love you with all my heart, Daddy.”

I didn’t reply. If I opened my mouth, she’d have heard those few simple words would have choked me up. I just hugged her even tighter, kissing the top of her head. She eventually got up to continue her studies, kissing my cheek and smiling at me, a hint of sadness in her eyes. She was Daddy’s little girl. I’d happily taken her to netball or dance classes when she was younger. I’d always been her biggest supporter I whatever she wanted to do. I’d done the same for my sons, but they just didn’t seem interested in anything anymore, and I didn’t want to be one of those pushy, overbearing parents.

Chloe took what she needed for the DNA tests over the next couple of days before I just put it out of my mind. I was intrigued about my own history, as anything I did know was simply word of mouth.

Otherwise, life continued as normal. I found enjoyment in certain things. I loved my job as a mechanic, though I was no longer on the shop floor. My grandfather had opened his own workshop decades ago and eventually opened two more. My father took over the business when my grandfather retired, and he expanded the business further. He was still in charge, though was only a couple of years from retirement himself. I’d started on the shop floor, as I loved anything mechanical, but I’d been groomed for at least the past few years to eventually take over the running of the business.

I’d given up playing sport five years earlier as I just felt too old to get up and keep playing every weekend. That didn’t mean I grew lazy as I still attended the gym a few days a week. I probably wasn’t as trim as I was a decade earlier, but I kept the usual middle-age spread at bay, my stomach still flat and relatively toned.

I hadn’t given up on my marriage. I still bought flowers for my wife every week. I took her out for dinner and drinks as I knew she liked to get out of the house, away from everything. I showed as much of an interest in her life as I always did. But with every passing week, a little part of me was just left wondering what the point was as I seemed to be getting nothing back. And there was also the question of why it should be left just to me. A marriage is two people and it’s not just up to the husband to do all the work. ‘Happy wife, happy life’ is a bullshit anachronism of yesteryear, where the husband should sacrifice his own happiness to keep his wife. What about the husband’s happiness?

And with each passing week and month, I wasn’t just miserable. I was getting frustrated and quite fed up with it all.

Trying to keep interested in my son’s lives was almost impossible. They’d go to school, spend the rest of their time gaming, and on a weekend, they might disappear to see their friends. Getting them to do anything with their father was like pulling teeth. Nothing I suggested gained a positive response and asking what they wanted to do with me was met with a shrug of the shoulders. I never stopped trying but it’s rather disheartening.

I ended up spending more time with Chloe than anything. Story of my life for at least the past few years, to be honest. Even through her teenage years, she’d argued with her mother quite a bit, but she’d always been at least pleasant with me. As her mood finally stabilised in her late teens, we’d enjoy what we called ‘daddy-daughter’ days. It would usually be something simple. At least once a month, I kept the tradition of taking her out for an ice cream, and we’d spend a couple of hours talking about anything on our minds.

“Daddy,” she said one day a few weeks later, “Are you still unhappy?”

“It’s not being unhappy, sweetheart. It’s just… I don’t like giving up, and I won’t give up on our marriage anytime soon, but when I seem to be the only one trying, and the only one that seems to even care, I’ll admit I’m starting to struggle to keep going.”

“Do you think… Daddy, do you think she’s having an affair?”

Shrugging, I admitted, “I don’t know. I have considered the idea, but there are signs I’ve read about. She’s not being secretive. She’s not getting home late or disappearing for hours at a time. And I’m confident that, if any of our friends knew, they’d tell me.” I paused and raised my eyes to hers. “Have you seen or heard something?”

“No, but it’s the only idea I can think of as to why she’s so disinterested, Daddy. I’ve seen everything you’ve been doing for her. If I was your wife…” She trailed off and started to blush.

“I’m almost willing to ask what you were going to say, sweetheart.” The smile she returned was ever so sweet, it almost saddened me to realise I got more love from my daughter than anyone else at home. Taking her hand, she smiled as I gave it a gentle squeeze. “I love you,” I whispered, “Thanks for keeping your old man company.”

“You deserve to be happy too, Daddy.”

“Thanks, sweetheart. You’ve certainly helped me keep smiling recently.”

“I like making you smile, Daddy. You’re very handsome when you’re smiling.”

Walking out to my car, holding her hand, she stopped and hugged me tightly before we got in. She didn’t say a word, but once again, if I opened my mouth to say anything, my daughter would have learned that her father wasn’t doing it that easily. I knew things would come to a head eventually. There is only so much a man is willing to tolerate and endure.

*****

It was the usual disinterested peck on the cheek. I didn’t even bother trying to hug her. I was trying not to withdraw affection. We still slept in the same bed, but the nights where she’d even fall asleep snuggling into me were now fading into memory. Same disinterest from my son’s. I noticed they spoke to their mother more, but I wouldn’t have called them ‘mummy’s boys’.

Unusually, the door to my daughter’s room was closed. It was usually open for when I got home. Knocking lightly, I called her name. I waited a minute before I knocked again. The door opened enough, and her face appeared. Her eyes were bloodshot, and it was obvious my little girl had been crying. She opened it enough so I could step inside, closing it behind me, before I clutched her to my chest as she cried.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?”

She took a couple of minutes to calm down before she let me go, taking my hand and leading me over to her desk. Sitting on her chair, she unlocked her laptop and opened her email account. “I got the results, Daddy,” she whispered, “Remember the DNA test I had to do for class?”

“I remember. What’s the matter?”

Opening the email that told her the results, I took a knee next to her chair. “We used an authorised DNA company, and it explains quite explicitly the results.” She sighed as she went through the results. “Daddy… I’m your daughter, the DNA results are explicit.”

“Well, that’s good news.”

She turned to meet my eyes, a couple of tears down her cheeks. “Daddy…” She started to sob again, wrapping my arm around her waist as she leaned into me, “Mike and Chris… They’re not yours.”

My heart dropped along with my stomach. I almost laughed as their attitude immediately made sense if they weren’t mine. Asking her to show me, I didn’t understand any of the science, but whoever sent Chloe the results seemed to understand that we’d want to know the truth, and they were very blunt. Chloe was the result of Sarah and me. Michael and Christopher were related to Sarah but were not related to me. The sperm donor was someone else.

Getting up, I sat down on the edge of Chloe’s bed, running a hand over my head. “Well… Shit…” I muttered, “Guess I’m just another statistic now.”

Chloe moved to sit next to me, cuddling into my side. “What will you do, Daddy?”

“Try not to blow up when we sit down to dinner in a few minutes. Send the email to me too, sweetheart. I could react to this immediately, but it’s obvious she’s cheated on me previously, and considering her attitude to me recently, I can only assume she’d still doing it, or she’s got a new lover.”

“Any indication she was cheating on you all that time ago?”

“None whatsoever. But considering the two boys are two years apart, it means…” I trailed off and sighed. “Fuck…”

“I’m sorry, Daddy.”

I hugged her to me. “At least you’re mine, sweetheart.”

“She’s a bitch, Daddy. I haven’t been blind to how she’s been treating you.”

Kissing her cheek, I told her I’d be outside. Walking through the kitchen, Sarah pretty much ignored me as I walked past. Normally I’d offer to help her with dinner. Back in the day, we’d do it together, laughing away as it we always had fun together. Even that sort of thing had ended as she generally just told me it was handled.

Standing out on the decking of our backyard, enjoying the late afternoon sunshine, summer having turned into autumn, I looked at the pool and thought I’d have to eventually take care of that heading into winter. We had a water heater so we could keep using it during the cooler months. The backyard could probably do with another mow. Laughing to myself, I knew I was keeping my mind distracted from the bombshell that had just hit me.

I wasn’t someone to break down into tears. To be honest, I’d been preparing my mind for something big to happen for at least the past six months. My fears had simply turned into reality. Now it was just a case of dealing with the fallout of what Chloe told me. I wasn’t going to remain married to Sarah. She’d cheated on me years ago and I reckon was cheating on me now. I just had no idea who she’d be cheating with.

That would mean someone moving out of the house. And that’s when I knew I was fucked. Chloe was nineteen but the two boys were still considered children. I was on the birth certificate, but I wasn’t the sperm donor. Considering their attitudes recently, I was finding it difficult to even consider them mine now considering their attitudes stank and they barely treated me as their father anyway. I’d spent their entire lives raising them but… Well, I wouldn’t make any decisions too quickly.

Thankfully, the business was still my father’s so she couldn’t get her fingers onto that. But I might have to look into matters such as paternity fraud. I wanted to know who the father was as I was definitely going to look into trying to sue whoever the bastard was. He owed me money for raising his bastards.

“Dinner’s ready,” Sarah called from the open door.

Sitting down with the family, it was hard keeping my temper in check. It was difficult looking at the two boys as mine. If they’d still been the loving little boys that they’d been even two or three years ago, I’d be sitting there completely heartbroken, crying into my dinner. But their shitty attitude towards me had already hardened my heart. Whenever I looked at my so-called loving wife, I had to resist throwing the plate of dinner into her face. Chloe always sat next to me, resting her hand on mine more than once as mine started to shake.

“Something wrong, honey?” Sarah asked. She wasn’t blind or stupid. I knew I’d have a look on my face. Even the boys seemed to realise I was quieter than normal.

“Fine,” I replied bluntly.

“Are you sure?”

I almost slammed my fist onto the table, Chloe keeping her grip firm on my hand. “Yep, I’m fine.”

I was surprised she even realised as she’d shown next to no interest in me for months by now. I finished dinner in silence, washed up my plate, and retreated to the backyard and my shed to keep thinking. Chloe wandered out a few minutes later as I stood in silence, gazing off into space. She turned me so she could hug me, her head resting against my chest.

“Wherever you go, Daddy, I’m going with you.”

“Thank you, sweetheart.”

Whether Sarah noticed I left the next morning without barely a word and didn’t even get the pity kiss on my cheek, I wasn’t sure and didn’t care. Considering all the effort I’d continued to put in for her attitude towards me to continue to suck, I’d been preparing myself for her to ask for a separation or something like she’d met someone else. The fact she hadn’t, almost stringing me along at times, just pissed me off even more.

Arriving at work, we had a small office in a business park that was separate from the two dozen workshops we operated across the state. My father made the occasional appearance, but he was more the figurehead of the organisation, leaving me to the day-to-day running. My personal assistant, Tracy, greeted me with a smile and a cup of coffee like she did every morning, though it faded as I’m sure I still had a face of thunder.

“Morning Mark,” she still greeted me with, brightly as always.

“Morning Trace. Can you get my lawyer on the phone at 9am?”

Her face fell completely. “Of course, Mark. Can I…”

“Don’t ask. At least, not yet. I’ll tell you later though.”

Before I could walk by her, she hugged me briefly. I appreciated it, telling her that, before I walked into my office. Sitting down, I opened my laptop and checked over the usual emails that had come in overnight. I wasn’t one of those people who checked their emails all through the night. I insisted all my employees had a good work and life balance. Happy workers were more productive and less inclined to leave our organisation.

Just after 9am, my lawyer, Ben, gave me a call. Asking what I needed, I told him everything I’d learned the night before and what my options were. Australia being a no-fault country, my name being on the birth certificates, I was going to be fucked from the viewpoint of being required to pay child support if or when I wasn’t given at least joint custody. To be honest, I was so pissed off, and considering their shit attitudes, I didn’t particularly want custody of them anyway. I knew I’d think differently after cooling off. I still loved them like they were my own.

Ben suggested I not make any hasty decisions, take a few days to calm down, and then call him back so we could assess my options. But I told him I didn’t particularly want to stay in the house, and I was confident that Sarah was likely still having an affair. He suggested that hiring an investigator could help, but again, he suggested I take a few days, but he’d start organising something anyway.

Returning home was difficult that evening as I simply didn’t want to go back to the house. Walking inside, I dumped my bag where I normally did. There was no greeting for my wife this time, heading straight down the hallway. My sons barely greeted me like normal. I didn’t let it bother me. Chloe had her door closed. Remembering the knock that I used to use, her door opened quickly, greeting by her gorgeous smile as she hugged me tightly.

“Evening, Daddy!”

“Evening, sweetheart. Are you okay?”

“Don’t worry about me, Daddy. How are you?”

Leading her into her bedroom, I shut the door and sat on the edge of her bed with Chloe next to me. “I talked to a lawyer today. Do you know much about divorce in this country?”

“A little bit. A couple of my friends had their parents divorced while I was in school. It wasn’t easy on them. Both times, the father either left or had to leave the house.”

“Remember the reasons why?”

“Not really as the kids were not told, except that their parents were splitting up and the usual comments about how they both still loved them, it wasn’t their fault, that sort of thing.”

Sighing to myself, she hugged me tightly again. “There’s a good chance I’ll be the one leaving, sweetheart. Kicking the mother out of the home is practically impossible unless I can prove she was violent, where most coppers would just laugh at me, or a negligent mother, such as she’s constantly high on drugs or something. And I have to be gone for a minimum of a year before I can apply for divorce. Ben is going to look into requirements, but your mother and I are on similar wages. Frankly, I’m going to start doing a few little things over the next few days. Most importantly, I’m going to look for somewhere else to live. Just a small apartment or something.”

“I’m coming with you, Daddy. I’m not having you living alone somewhere else.”

I turned and hugged her tightly. “Thank you, sweetheart. I think you’ll be the main help getting me through this.”

“You should ring Nanna and Pop, plus Auntie Caroline. Don’t keep this hidden, Daddy. They deserve to know. Hell, I’m thinking I’ll email the results to her parents and siblings.”

“I’ll call them soon, sweetheart. Once Ben gets back in touch and tells me what my options are.”

Before I left, she asked, “Daddy, you won’t consider, you know, staying or anything?”

“She’s lied to me for years. She’s pretty much committed fraud against me, sweetheart. Those two boys are not mine. I may have raised them, they might call me Dad, but they’re not my blood. I didn’t sign up to be a stepfather. I signed those birth certificates in the belief that those two were of my blood, a result of a union between their mother and myself. I’ve been living a lie since Michael was born.”

Dinner was again awkward as I could barely stand to look at Sarah. Funnily enough, even the two boys sensed something out of the ordinary. Not that they treated me any differently, but I noticed the occasional curious glance in my direction. It amused me that Sarah tried to engage me in conversation. I almost laughed in her face, barely able to keep my temper in check again.

I buggered off to the gym an hour after dinner. I would usually go in the morning before work or directly after work. Lifting weights made me feel better, spending ninety minutes working myself into exhaustion. Returning home later that evening, Sarah was already in bed. After showering, I checked on Chloe, finding her lying back in bed, playing on her phone. Kissing her forehead, she wished me goodnight, sitting up to hug me. I tried to ignore the fact she was wearing a very small vest, tight to her body that highlighted the curves of her generous bust.

The next couple of days and then the weekend was awkward around the house. Sarah was definitely picking up on my different attitude towards her. I’m sure she wasn’t blind to the fact I wanted nothing to do with her physically. The only person who really received any attention from me was Chloe. I did try and not change my attitude towards the boys, but their continued disinterest in me simply had it mirrored back.

“Are we not going out tonight?” Sarah asked, tracking me down in the backyard on Saturday afternoon.

“No, we’re not, Sarah. Why would I bother taking out someone who simply isn’t interested in me in return?”

“What gives you that idea?” she asked, pissed off by the fact she had the temerity to sound hurt.

I turned around and she took a step back as the glare I returned was no doubt hate filled. “The fact that you, as my wife, have shown a complete lack of interest in me or our marriage for the past six months or longer. In fact, I can pinpoint the last day you seemed to genuinely give a shit about me at all, and that was on my fortieth. I’m led to believe you only faked giving a shit that day because the rest of the family was present.”

“I love you, Mark. You’re my husband. I don’t know what you think…”

“Give me a break, Sarah. You stopped giving a shit about me and our union a long time ago. I was just too blind and blinkered to see it. Well, not any longer. So no, I’m not taking you out tonight. I’m not going to bother putting any effort into this marriage. I’ll follow your example going forward from now on.”

Watching her cry didn’t make me feel better, it only made me feel worse, because there was part of me that still loved her. But that love was slowly drying up with each passing day. She wasn’t stupid though. She now knew something was up, but I had to get at least some of my thoughts off my chest. About time she learned what I really thought about her.

Waiting until late afternoon, I called a couple of my friends, asking if they wanted to meet up for a drink. Despite both being married, I was friendly with their wives, so they were happy to meet up with me in a couple of hours. Heading inside, I showered and changed. Nothing more than a shirt and jeans, though I heard Chloe was getting ready at the same time.

“You off out, Daddy?”

“I am.”

“With Mum?”

“Nope. She got one or two truths earlier on.”

“Where is she?”

“Sulking in the living room.”

She got up and I noticed the dress she was wearing. Strapless, down to her knees, tight to her body. She’d stopped dancing once she’d started to develop her breasts, giggling that they’d bounced around far too much, even when wearing a sports bra. She was otherwise trim and fit, as she’d sometimes get up early and join her father at the gym for a workout. Hugging me as always, the scent of her perfume was delightful. “Where are you going?” I wondered.

“Just meeting up with a couple of girlfriends for a drink. You know I don’t go out and party much, Daddy. I’m a good girl.”

I leaned back and gave her a look, Chloe returning one of complete innocence. I chuckled and kissed her forehead. “I like to hear that my little girl is also a good girl.”

“Only for you, Daddy. Have fun tonight.”

“I will. And you have fun too. Give me a call if you need anything.”

Grabbing what I needed, I headed towards the front door, Sarah glancing in my direction. I was expecting anger and fiery words in my direction. Instead, she sat there looking sorry for herself, no doubt trying to illicit some sympathy from me. If she wanted that, she could look at the boys for that as I wasn’t giving any.

“I’m going out with mates. I’ll see you later tonight.”

I didn’t even bother waiting for a response from her before heading outside. One of my friends arrived within a couple of minutes, his wife driving us to a nearby pub, the sort of place we could get some decent grub and enjoy a few schooners. We started out chatting about all the usual shit. Jobs. Footy. Daily lives. Our kids. Men were not particularly good at discussing problems sometimes, but with the emphasis on mental health nowadays, I cleared my throat and finally confessed what I’d discovered thanks to Chloe.

“Holy shit,” Nathan muttered, “Are you sure they’re not yours?”

“Absolutely. DNA results were one hundred percent accurate. Chloe even emailed them back to clarify the results. The reply was that, bluntly, the two boys are not mine.”

“Fuck!” Steven exclaimed, “So what are your options?”

I gestured towards Ben. “He’s going to let me know tomorrow. I’m pretty much fucked in one regard. I’m going to be on the hook for child support. But I’ve already started looking into paternity fraud. And I’m going to find out who the father is.”

Ben cleared his throat. “Mark, you’ve mentioned paternity fraud a couple of times. No man in Australia has ever managed to win a case.”

“Don’t give a fuck, Ben. I’ll go all the way to the High Court if necessary. I’ll go international and put this shit in the headlines. I’m left wondering how many millions of men are out there raising kids that are not actually theirs?” Ben gave me a look I could read easily. “Listen, Ben, I’ve raised those two all their lives, yet that bitch was fucking around on me then, and I think there’s a good chance she’s doing the same now.”

“Fucking hell,” Nathan stated, “Are you sure, mate?”

“I had no idea those two little bastards weren’t mine. I guess I probably didn’t know the signs. Ever since I got at least a little suspicious recently, I’ve done some reading but there’s nothing to suggest she’s cheating. Just a feeling in my gut. But the lack of intimacy and the fact she seems to give less than a shit about me would suggest something untoward is going on.”

We enjoyed a few drinks before, to my surprise, my daughter walked in with three of her friends. Seeing them at the bar, I wandered over as my daughter turned to see me approaching. Without a word, she tottered over towards me in her heels, throwing her arms around me. “Well, hello there, handsome!” she cried.

“Okay, how much have you had to drink, sweetheart?”

She leaned back and giggled. “Hmmm. I think we might have enjoyed some cocktails at Emily’s house before heading out.”

“And why are you here?”

She glanced around before leaning up towards my ear. “Because I knew my very handsome daddy would be here, and my girlfriends thought you might like the attention of four sexy young woman, who are all still teenagers, by the way.”

Her three friends all walked over. I’d known them for quite a few years as they’d all gone to the same high school together. They cheerfully wished me hello as Chloe wrapped her arms around my left as I walked to the bar. I earned a hug from each of them as I bought them a cocktail each and an additional bottle of wine for them to share. “Just behave yourselves,” I suggested.

“We’ll be good, Daddy,” Chloe replied, before leaning up to my ear, “Unless you don’t want my friends to be good. They can be naughty, if you really want them to be.”

I gave her a look as I chuckled. “I think I’ll return to my friends now. You girls have a good night. Chloe, if you’ve had enough by the time that I leave…”

“I’ll see, Daddy. Otherwise, I’ll share a taxi with my friends.”

“Just get home safely, and that goes for all of you.”

Four gorgeous smiles lit up their faces as they thanked me for caring. Returning to the table, I was finally smiling again as my friends all laughed at me. “Well, at least one woman in your life loves you,” Nathan suggested.

“Considering I’m the one likely to move out of the house, she’s already told me that she’s coming with me.”

“She’s always been daddy’s little girl,” Steven said, clapping my shoulder, “Same thing with my little girl. Worships the ground I walk on.”

“Fingers crossed it lasts for you like it has with Chloe. I’ve made mistakes but I’m not sure how I’d be if I didn’t have her with me for support. Not fair for a nineteen-year-old girl but she helps me smile.”

The four girls were having a good time, hearing them laughing and chatting away animatedly. Funnily enough, when they noticed me stand up with my friends, getting ready to go, Chloe was up and walking towards me, taking my hand and asking me to escort her home.

Arriving home a few minutes later, I led Chloe inside, the house in complete darkness. Sarah was fast asleep in bed. I couldn’t be bothered going to bed so walked back to the living room, grabbing a glass and pouring myself a scotch. Sitting back after kicking off my shoes, I only turned on the lamp next to the couch, otherwise sitting in silence.

“Not tired, Daddy?” Chloe asked softly as she appeared, wearing nothing more than one of my band t-shirts and I would hope panties underneath.

“Just didn’t feel like getting into bed with her.” Walking over to stand in front of me, I had to ask, “You’ve got panties on, haven’t you?”

Giggling, she lifted up her t-shirt to show off a pair of light blue that left little to the imagination. “I’m wearing panties, Daddy, but I’m not wearing a bra.”

“Good to know. Want a drink?”

She sat next to me once she’d grabbed a glass for herself, curling her legs underneath her, pouring her a small glass of scotch. Cuddling into my side, we sipped at our drinks in silence. Feeling her shuffle, I wrapped an arm around her, kissing the top of her head, hearing the soft sigh of appreciation. Finishing my drink, I placed the tumbler down, caught by surprise when she started to cry. “It’s not fair, Daddy,” she whispered.

“What’s not fair?”

“What she’s done and doing to you. You don’t deserve it, Daddy.”

“It’ll work out, sweetheart.”

She calmed down rather quickly and was asleep a few minutes later. Carrying her to bed, I managed to get her underneath her covers. Unsure whether I should take her t-shirt off or not, I left it on, covering her up and kissing her forehead. “I love you, Daddy,” she murmured.

“I love you too.”

Sarah was in a mood all day Sunday, but it was amazing how quickly my feelings for her had changed. The moment Chloe told me about the two boys had destroyed much of the love I held for her and was the moment our marriage started to move towards its inevitable end. Once Ben would tell me what I needed to do, I’d seal away most of my feelings until later and focus on what needed to be done. Sure, I was upset that my marriage was a complete fucking farce, and that my wife was a cheating bitch, but there was no point crying over it.

The only thing worth crying about would have been the fact my sons were not mine, but as I’ve said, their attitude meant I was finding it difficult to be upset about that as well. Chloe was attentive all day on Sunday, even making me chuckle as she walked out to the pool in a gorgeous bikini while I was mowing the lawn, smiling at me every single time I was pushing the mower in her direction.

“Looking good, Daddy. Going to join me in the pool afterwards?”

“I’ll go change once I’m done.”

After lunchtime, making Chloe and I a couple of sandwiches, I changed and joined her by the pool. My daughter is a gorgeous young woman. Maybe I’m biased due to being her father, but when I compared her to her three friends the night before, my daughter outshone them all. She kept her brunette hair around shoulder length, and usually had it in a ponytail. She had gorgeous sky-blue eyes, had to wear glasses and wore fashionable thin black frames, always perched on her cute little nose. Perfect teeth were behind a pair of lips that I’m sure many young men would like to kiss. She had freckles when younger though most of those had faded. A healthy tan, I knew her bust was a full C-cup, verging on a D-cup depending on where she bought her bras. Keeping fit, her stomach was flat, and her legs were stunning.

I knew her hair and eye colour might have come from me as Sarah was a blonde with brown eyes. Given that the two boys were similar, I just figured they took after their mother.

Sliding into the pool, Chloe took all of thirty seconds before joining me in the water. We mucked about for a few minutes before she swam towards me, wrapping her legs around my waist, hooking her arms around my neck. It was quite an intimate moment, guessing my daughter was just trying to make me feel better.

“You think I’m beautiful, don’t you, Daddy?”

“Of course I do, sweetheart, and not just because you’re my little girl.”

“Well, my daddy is very handsome, as I always say. Tall and broad, and I do like the chest hair, Daddy. I could curl up next to you and run my fingers through it. And you’re fit! How does Mum not notice you?”

“No idea and I’m finding it difficult to care any longer,” I replied with a shrug, “I have evidence of her cheating in those two boys, sweetheart. Learning the truth that night killed our marriage and a lot of my love for her. It’s what pissed me off about asking about going out. It’s like ‘Are you fucking serious, woman?'”

“I think she’s figuring out you know something is amiss, Daddy. She’s not completely stupid nor oblivious.” Kissing my cheek, she hugged me tightly. “Well, you’re mine now, Daddy. I’m your most important girl.”

“You certainly are now, sweetheart. Thanks for staying by my side.”

“I wasn’t going to hide it from you, Daddy, nor was I going to expect you to stay with her. It’s just wrong what she’s done. And it scares me to think about who else might know the truth.”

“I guess we’ll find out eventually.”

We did have dinner together as a family and the battle lines were obvious. Chloe barely talked to her mother, and though it wasn’t their fault, I knew her relationship with the two boys had been strained for a long time. I tried engaging them in conversation as always but, as usual, they didn’t really care. Sarah was already starting to look worried.

Leaving early the next morning, Chloe joined me as we attended the gym first before I drove her to the train station to get to university, seeing me off with a hug and kiss on my cheek as always. Tracy knew what was going on by now, greeting me with a smile, a cup of coffee, and a brief hug. She’d been my PA for a decade, and I considered her a friend in addition to an employee.

Ben arrived in the afternoon so we could discuss my options. As I would be separating and then filing for divorce as soon as I was legally allowed, I had to do separate our lives in all ways possible. I couldn’t remain in the house, and the chances of Sarah leaving were slim. I couldn’t exactly kick her out as, being honest, I still saw the boys as my own, but it was increasingly difficult not to slightly resent them, and I wasn’t willing to send them away from the only place they knew as their home. I wasn’t a monster. But I’m only human and they were now reminders of her infidelity. They were innocent but there was always collateral damage during a divorce. Ben suggested I move out into my own place; aware I was already looking at apartments. Sarah couldn’t stop Chloe joining me, as she was nineteen. I’d have to separate our finances. I would not be paying the mortgage while I wasn’t there. I would not be giving her any money as her wage was similar to mine.

“I want you to look into paternity fraud for me and the chances of it being successful,” I instructed, “And once I find out who the father is, I want to start some sort of proceedings against him.”

“How will you find out?”

“I will be sitting her down on Friday night and confront her with the evidence. She can’t deny the DNA results. I will spend the weekend looking at apartments. I won’t be telling her I’m moving out until the day I leave. Chloe is already packing a few things ready for our departure.”

“Make sure you look after your finances but also don’t intentionally fuck her over that way. The judge won’t look kindly upon that.”

“I’m aware. I’ll split everything evenly, but I’ll be taking her name off anything I don’t want her involved in.”

“Fair enough. Just play it safe for now. Remember, you have to wait a year before applying, and judges are still allowed to recommend some sort of mediation before granting the Divorce Order. If Sarah wants to stay married, if she fights it, judges will try and keep people married if they can.”

“Can we make the separation official before divorce?”

“I can type up a separation agreement. It’ll be legally binding and enforceable.”

“Good. Send that to me by Thursday afternoon. I’ll review it and hand it to her on Friday night.”

I didn’t avoid going home, trying to act normally except when it came to dealing with my wife. Given my sons still didn’t seem to give a shit about my presence, I didn’t really try too much with them either. Chloe kept me sane, keeping me company whenever I was at home. Sarah spent most of her time in the living room or bedroom so I avoided those two rooms unless I couldn’t. I still slept in the same bed as we had no spare rooms and I wasn’t going to sleep on the couch.

Driving Chloe to the station on Friday, I warned her what would be happening that evening. I didn’t want the two boys present, but I told her she was welcome to sit down with us as she already knew the truth anyway. My daughter said she would sit by my side to support me. “I don’t like her much anymore, Daddy,” she whispered, holding my hand as I drove.

“I’m not going to tell you how to feel or what to do. You’re entitled to your feelings. Plenty of children have next to no contact with one or both parents due to various reasons.”

Tracy was now completely up to date of what was going on, keeping me plied with coffee all day, ensuring she raised a smile from me every time she walked into my office. I noticed the top couple of buttons were undone, and the skirt she wore was slightly shorter than normal. She was an attractive woman, but I was still a married man. No longer happily, but until the day I moved out of home, I wouldn’t do anything with anyone. Once I was officially separated, though… Well, considering my wife thought playing away was fine, I’d give it some thought.

Visiting the gym after work, it made me feel good, put me in the zone for what was to come that evening. After a shower at home, I changed and walked into the living room, Sarah sitting back on the couch. Neither of us cooked dinner on a Friday night, agreeing that it would be either take-away or people looked after themselves.

“Sarah, can you join me at the table, please?”

“What for?”

“We have matters to discuss. I’ll be there in a moment.”

Chloe was waiting for me in her bedroom with all the paperwork we needed. The DNA tests and also official documentation that confirmed the two boys were not mine by blood. I also had the separation agreement ready to hand over.

Sarah was waiting for me, sitting to one side of the table. I sat opposite with Chloe sitting next to me. I could see the curiosity in the eyes of my wife. She knew something was wrong by now, she hadn’t been blind to the fact I’d turned off the taps regarding my affection for her. I’d avoided her completely if I could. She’d attempted to have sex with me a couple of times during the week and I’d turned her down flat both times. No excuses, I just told her I wasn’t interested. The second time, I heard her crying quietly to herself.

Chloe handed me the DNA test results, sliding those over so she could read them. The first three were for me, herself and Chloe. “Our daughter is ours, Sarah,” I stated, managing to keep my voice even.

Sarah knew straight away, hand coming to her mouth. Her eyes met mine. I glared back at her as hers started to glisten. Sliding the other two results across the table, she didn’t even need to look at them. “Imagine my shock when I learn that our sons are not actually mine, Sarah,” I spat, “I’m sure you now realise I have numerous questions. For starters, who is the father? How long were you fucking him for? Are you still fucking this person now? Or are you fucking someone else as it’s quite obvious to me that you have no interest in this marriage any longer? Care to answer any of those questions?”

As she didn’t seem capable of replying, tears rolling down her cheeks, her mouth opening a few times though no noise came out. Sliding across the last piece of paperwork, she glanced at it and nearly burst into tears. “I will be moving out as soon as I find a place to live. I’ve already set about separating our lives, Sarah. First of all, our finances. Putting it simply, you’re on your own from now on.”

“I’m going with daddy,” Charlotte added, “I’m not staying with you longer than I have to, whore.” Sarah’s head spun at the use of that work, looking at her daughter and crying even more. “Oh please, I’m thinking you’ve been cheating on daddy nearly your entire marriage to him. Why even bother marrying him if you wanted to fuck someone else?”

“Who’s their father, Sarah?”

She kept crying before she told me a name that left me absolutely floored. “As you’re not the father, it’ll be James.”

Her brother. Fucking hell… “You’re serious? Your brother?”

“I’ve never slept with anyone else during our marriage except him, Mark.”

“Are you sleeping with him now?” She nodded again. “For how long?”

“The past three years.”

Chloe took my hand again as I nearly leapt across the table and would have done something I promised to never do. “Have you ever not fucked him during our marriage?”

“We stopped once you and I started dating. We only restarted about a year before I fell pregnant with Michael. We stopped after Christopher was born because I had a bad feeling he was the father of them both.” She paused before adding softly, “I had a feeling they were not yours when they were born. They looked just like him as a baby.”

“Why did you restart?”

“He needed me during his divorce. He’s my brother and I love him. I always have, always will.”

“What am I then? Chopped liver?”

She managed to meet my eyes. “You’re my husband and I love you too. But it’s different with you to him. James is my sibling. He’s my other half.”

My fist slammed the table, making her jump. “No, I’m your other fucking half. I’m the one you exchanged vows with on our wedding day, but I have obviously learned that your vows mean precisely fuck all. Well, the good times are over now, Sarah. I’ll be seeing you in court for more than just our fucking divorce once we’re done.”

“What do you mean?”

“You’ll see what I mean when you receive the paperwork. I’d get yourself a lawyer once I have the divorce petition written up and ready to go, but I’m not staying married to you, and though I still have love in my heart for those boys…” I paused and looked at Chloe, seeing tears running down her cheeks. My heart almost stopped as I figured it out. Glaring back at Sarah, I practically growled, “They know, don’t they? They know they’re not mine. That explains their attitude towards me in the past couple of years.”

“I’m sorry,” she cried, “But James figured it out, and as he never had kids with Julie… He deserved to know he was a father.”

“And I didn’t deserve to know they’re not mine?” She didn’t answer to that. “Your idea was to make me some sort of unwilling fucking cuckold? Is that how much you actually love me?”

“I hoped you’d never find out. You love them like they’re your own anyway.”

“Well, my feelings have obviously changed recently, particularly as their attitudes fucking suck. Easy to figure out why. Just one last question. Why did he split up with Julie?”

“She learned about us, meaning James and me, and freaked out,” she replied quietly.

I lurched between wanting to faint and needing to leap over the table and commit domestic violence. Taking a couple of deep breaths, I managed to stand up, though my entire body was shaking with rage. Chloe stood up with me, her hand holding me as tightly as possible, trying to keep me calm.

“Warn him right now, Sarah, and I mean this one hundred percent. If I ever see him again, I will beat him close enough to death that he’ll flinch at just a photo of me going forward. I promise you; I will put him in hospital. I can’t hit you. Fucking hell, I want to smash your fucking face in right now, but I won’t. I’m no wife beater. But the hate I feel for you right now, I wouldn’t piss on you if you were on fire, I’d just add more gasoline, so you’d burn for fucking longer. Our marriage is done, Sarah. I’ll be moving out as soon as possible. Keep the fucking house, I honestly don’t care. I’m taking my daughter and leaving.”

Standing up, I glared down at her, surprised at the fact she was sobbing. I’m surprised she felt an iota of guilt considering the decade and a half of lies I’d been living. “What will you do?” she finally asked.

“Unfortunately, there isn’t a spare room here but I’m not sleeping on the couch as I’m not the one who has completed fucked over their spouse.”

“We have an air mattress, Daddy. You can sleep in my room. At least I love you.”

“I love him too!” Sarah insisted.

“Funny way of showing it, Sarah,” my daughter retorted, hearing her keep her own temper in check, “I don’t care if it’s your brother, father or a complete stranger, it’s the fact you’ve cheated on Daddy which disgusts me. I’ll be leaving with Daddy too. Quite frankly, once I’m gone, I never want to see you again.”

“That’ll do as a temporary measure, Chloe. Thank you.” I glared down at Sarah again. “I’ll be telling everyone what’s going on. I’ll be kind enough to leave out the incest part, but everyone is going to know those boys are not mine and you’ve had an affair for a good portion of our marriage. Do your parents know?” Shaking her head, I wasn’t sure whether to believe her. “I’d be calling James and warning him, as I said earlier. Quite frankly, the only reason I won’t kill the worthless cunt is that he’s not worth doing time in prison for.”

Walking out without another word, I go changed into a t-shirt and pair of jeans, sliding on a pair of shoes. Chloe met me in the hallway, having changed herself. “I’m coming with you, Daddy.”

“I don’t know what I’m doing, I just want out of here.”

She took my hand and smiled. “Let’s just go for a drive then. Give me your keys, you’re in no state to drive, Daddy.”

We ended up just driving around for an hour before stopping at a Macca’s, buying a sundae for each of us. Sitting in near silence, I finished mine first as I watched her finish off hers, chuckling as she was messing around, moaning softly as she sucked the spoon clean each time, a mischievous look in her eyes. Walking back to our car once she was finished, she drove us in the direction of home but pulled into the carpark of a nature reserve ten minutes from our house.

“When will you go apartment hunting, Daddy?” she asked once parked up.

“Tomorrow. I’ve already got in touch with a couple of agents. As I won’t be paying any bills for here any longer, I’ll certainly be able to afford a decent apartment.”

“Do you not have obligations though?”

“Legally, yes. But I’ll put it bluntly, Chloe. Sarah can go and get fucked. If she wants help, she can get her brother or family to assist her from now on. I’m sure I’ll get criticism regarding the boys, but considering their attitudes lately, it’s obvious they no longer see me as their father.”

“I’ve seen how hard you’ve been trying with them, Daddy. I guess it makes sense.”

“I would love to see how they are around James. I can only imagine how Sarah, James and the boys have played happy families. I don’t believe her about the parents. I reckon they know. I’m tempted to go ask them.”

Turning towards me, she leaned over and kissed my cheek. “Just you and me against the world, Daddy.”

Turning to face her, I caressed her cheek, watching as the smile on her face broadened. “I’ll find us somewhere quickly. You should come along. It will be our new home and I want to hear your opinions about where we will be living.”

Arriving home a little later, I checked the time to see it was nearly midnight. Chloe led me towards her bedroom door, kissing my cheek again, whispering she’d get the air mattress ready. Grabbing some clothes from my bedroom, Sarah seemed to be asleep though her lamp was still on, noticing the pile of tissues on her bedside table.

Grabbing some clean underwear and a t-shirt, she didn’t turn over, hearing her sniffle a couple of times. Changing in the main bathroom, I made it back to Chloe’s room to see her getting the air mattress ready. Shutting the door, I was surprised she locked it. Just as I was about to get onto the mattress, she asked, “What the hell are you doing, Daddy?”

“Getting into bed.”

“I have a queen bed here. It’s big enough for us both. I just suggested the air mattress so Sarah wouldn’t be weird about it. Get your butt up here now.”

“But…”

“No, Daddy. I won’t have you getting a bad back because of that bitch. And I’m not sleeping on it because this is my bed and I decide who is sleeping on it.” Meeting her eyes, she smiled at me. “It’s okay, Daddy. We’re just going to sleep, though if you let me snuggle with you, I’ll be even happier.”

Chuckling to myself at her tone, I got up and walked around to other side of her bed, switching off the light next to her bed. Getting comfortable on my back, she immediately turned and cuddled into my side, one hand on my chest, her leg resting on top of mine. “Good thing you’re nineteen. If you were a little younger, this would be inappropriate,” I mentioned.

“Love you, Daddy,” she whispered, feeling her breath on my neck.

“Love you, sweetheart.”

I was surprised that I slept like a log. I guess getting plenty off my chest earlier in the evening helped me feel better. Waking in the morning, I’d turned onto my side, feeling the bed moving slightly.

“Daddy,” I heard Chloe whimper, “Daddy…”

Slowly opening my eyes, the first thing I saw was Chloe’s eyes gazing into mine. She grinned immediately though she did start to blush. The t-shirt she’d been wearing had disappeared, the sheets covering her before had been lowered, giving me a first look at her very perky breasts. Her arm continued to move, Chloe moaning softly again as my eyes moved down her toned tummy before I noticed where her fingers were and what they were doing.

“Daddy,” she whimpered again.

Half of my brain was telling me to get up and out of her room immediately. She was my little girl, and this should be a private moment. The half was telling me she was whimpering my name for a reason, and if I thought about it, this wasn’t a particular surprise. It was obvious Chloe had been getting closer to me over the past months and years. Unlike her dopey father, she didn’t have a blinkered view of her mother. She didn’t know about the cheating, but I have a feeling she might have made assumptions about Sarah.

“You okay, sweetheart?”

She grinned. “I’ve got my daddy in my bed, and I was so horny when I woke up.”

“So you thought you’d masturbate?”

“Of course, Daddy. It’s a perfectly healthy thing to do. I masturbate every morning and night. Sometimes I’ll even sneak off into the bathroom at university and jill myself in one of the stalls. Occasionally, Emily or Hannah will join me, and we’ll do it together.”

She glanced down and smiled at me. “And I think my daddy likes hearing about his little girl masturbating, considering the obscene tent in your underwear.” Shuffling closer, she kissed me ever so lightly on the lips. “Want to know what I think about when masturbating, Daddy? I think about you, every single time. I imagine you coming into my room and joining me, taking off my clothes before your tongue and fingers caress my body.” She shuddered and took a deep breath. Resting a hand on her hips, she smiled broadly. “You can touch me there, Daddy. I know this is a lot to take in.”

“Considering what I learned yesterday… What else do you think about, sweetie?”

“I imagine you spreading my legs and kissing my pussy before you eat me out. My god, I imagine the orgasms I have as my daddy eats my tight little pussy. You can’t see it right now, but one day, I’ll show it to you, Daddy. Then you’ll fall in love with it and never want another one.”

Kissing her forehead, I asked softly, “And after I make you orgasm?”

“Then the big event, Daddy. You get me comfortable before you make love to me, sliding your big daddy dick inside me. My god, I know it might hurt me a little bit, but I’m not quite a virgin anymore, Daddy.”

“How do you mean?”

She didn’t answer as she clearly had an orgasm. Watching my little girl cum was one of the most beautiful things I’d ever seen. “Daddy,” she whimpered. I pulled her closer, her fingers continuing to plunge inside her pussy. I could inhale her natural scent, only making me harder. “I love you so much, Daddy.”

“I love you too, sweetheart.” Kissing her cheek, I whispered, “Was it a good orgasm?”

“Better because you were here, Daddy.”

“You’ve never not called me that, you know? I thought…”

“You’ve always been daddy and always will be.” Taking her fingers from her pussy, I couldn’t help groaning as she sucked her fingers clean. “Daddy, know how I said I wasn’t exactly a virgin?” I nodded and she smiled again. “I’ve never been with a man. But you know Emily, my bestie? Well, we use toys on each other. When she sleeps over, we’ll masturbate all night together, and sometimes use our toys on each other. But my dildo is a lot smaller than your big cock.”

I had no idea my little girl had explored herself so much. I guess there are some things a father simply doesn’t think about. “And how do you know I have a big cock?”

“Because I’ve seen it quite a few times hard or flaccid, Daddy. I’m just smart enough for you not to catch me.”

I let her calm down before I suggested we should get up. Checking my phone, it was 8am, so a reasonable lie-in compared to when I usually got up during the week. Chloe slid out of bed first, taking in her cute little butt as she pulled on a fresh pair of panties. To my amusement, she picked up the pair she’d been wearing, turning around and throwing them onto my face.

“Bet you’ll learn to love my scent, Daddy,” she giggled before walking to the door. She turned back and smiled lovingly before disappearing, closing the door behind her.

I closed my eyes and inhaled my little girl’s scent. “Fuck,” I groaned. I would have jerked off but, considering I’d just watched her masturbate next to me, I didn’t want to jerk off in her bed.

Sarah was already up so I could grab a pair of shorts and a clean t-shirt. Walking into the kitchen, Chloe was already at the table, nursing a cup of coffee, smirking at me as soon as I appeared. Sarah was at the stove, letting me know she was getting breakfast ready. I wasn’t going to turn down some bacon and eggs. Chloe didn’t take the offer, the two boys obviously still in bed. They usually didn’t make an appearance until mid-morning at the earliest.

Placing a plate in front of me, Sarah met my eyes and returned a sad smile, turning to grab her own plate. She sat next to me, to my left, opposite Chloe.

“I don’t suppose we can talk about last night,” she said.

“No, Sarah. There’s not all that much to talk about. You cheated on me god knows how many times, with your own brother, and passed off the children you had with him as my own. Quite frankly, the sooner I leave, the better for all of us. Even better, invite James to move in once I’m gone, he can adopt the two kids, that way I won’t have to pay for them any longer.”

“You’re still their father, Mark. You’ve raised them as your own children.”

“Nope, they were my children but, considering everything I’ve learned, I’m finding it very difficult to think of them the same way. James donated the sperm, and you’ve told them about that. You’re not blind, deaf or stupid, Sarah. You’ve seen how they treated me lately. I was going to write it off as typical moody teenagers, but their lack of respect for me is now obvious and it’s easy to see why. Honestly, I’ll wash my hands of them and fuck you for ruining that aspect of my life. They’re the responsibility of you and your brother now.” I noticed her rock at the expletives. “The only one I genuinely love in this household now is my daughter. She’s the only one who still loves me unconditionally and has never hurt me.”

“I still love you,” Sarah whispered.

“Conditionally. I’m still here because I help pay the bills and mortgage, keep control of certain things. You claim you’re happy but you’re full of shit, at least in terms of our marriage and any intimacy we might have once shared. I’m not going to put up with that a moment longer. I’ll bet good money you’ll have your brother in here as quicky as possible. Once I’m gone, I don’t give a flying fuck what you do. I just want this sham of a marriage over.”

Finishing my breakfast, I placed everything in the dishwasher. Getting changed, I called one of the estate agents I’d been in touch with, organising to meet them at a nearby apartment complex. Chloe joined me, wearing a very pretty, yellow sundress, hair in a ponytail, glasses on her nose. My daughter knew what I liked, it seemed.

Sarah said nothing as I walked past her, where she was sitting on the couch, as I walked outside with Chloe following me. Driving over to the apartment complex, she held my hand the entire way, saying nothing, a small smile on her face the entire time.

It was a productive day as we eventually viewed half a dozen, stopping for a pub lunch at around 1pm. Neither of us particularly wanted to head home, Sarah sending one message, asking if we’d be home for dinner. I messaged her, telling her not to bother. Instead, I took Chloe to my parents, a surprise visit, but Mum answered the door and immediately hugged me when she noticed it was me, before Chloe was hugged just as tightly.

Dad was on the phone within five minutes to order in some food, as we gathered in the living room. The parents were full of questions, Chloe continuing to hold my hand for support, as I explained everything I’d learned, only leaving out the fact the father of the boys was her brother, but I let them know she’d had long affairs and there was no chance of working it out.

“Don’t blame you,” my mother stated, “To do that to you for so long. That’s just disgusting. Shows how little you can know some people.”

“I’ll be out of there as soon as possible. I’ve already started separating our finances. Far as I’m concerned, she’s on her own.”

“Did she tell you who the father is?” my father wondered.

“She did, but I won’t tell you who it is. That’s the only favour I’ll be doing her for now.” I sipped at the drink Mum had given me. “It’ll be interesting in court when I share who it is though.”

Dinner put me in a better mood, the four of us chatting away about anything other than the failure of my marriage. We eventually stayed until late in the evening, not surprised that Sarah didn’t bother asking where we were. I would have politely replied but that would have been about it. Leaving as my parents did need sleep, they both hugged Chloe tightly, I shook hands with the old man before Mum hugged me just as tightly as my daughter.

All bedroom doors were shut when we arrived home. The door to my bedroom was unlocked so I could grab some things, the lights off and Sarah obviously asleep, her light snores filling the otherwise silent air. Returning to Chloe’s room, she was busy undressing. I stood like a statue after closing the door, watching her undo her bra before she dropped her panties. Glancing back, she smiled and turned, stepping towards me, leaning up to kiss my cheek.

“Time for bed, Daddy.”

“You’re naked.”

“I usually sleep naked, Daddy. I only wore something for you last night so you wouldn’t be too awkward. Now get your clothes off.”

“You want me nude too?”

She looked thoughtful before replying with a sigh, “Fine, you can keep your underwear on. Nothing else though! And just remember that I need to masturbate before going to sleep. I’m surprised I slept so quickly last night without my usual ritual.”

Thankfully, she pulled the sheets up but there was no missing she was playing with herself. I undressed quickly and joined her under the bed, lying on my back as my little girl got off beside me. “Daddy,” she moaned softly, shuffling closer so her shoulder rested against mine, “I’m so wet, Daddy.”

“You’re a tease,” I muttered.

“Will you touch me, Daddy? Maybe slide a couple of your thick fingers into my tight little pussy?”

“Sweetheart…”

Feeling her kiss my cheek, she nuzzled into my neck and giggled. “I’m going to tease you relentlessly until you give in, Daddy,” she whispered, “You know how much I love you.”

“I know, sweetheart. I know.”

Enjoying more than one orgasm, I was achingly hard by the time she was done. After sucking her fingers clean, she turned onto her side, her arm across my broad chest. Her fingers were soon caressing me, hearing her giggle again, making me almost jump as her hand caressed my cock. Snuggling into me even more, her hot breath near my ear, she giggled again. It was a dagger to my heart, knowing she was turning me on, and that I was already thinking some very naughty things.

“Do you need relief, Daddy?” she whispered into my ear, “Do you need your little girl to take care of you?”

“Not in this room, sweetheart. Add to that, I’m your father. It’s one thing you masturbate next to me…”

“Don’t I turn you on, Daddy?”

“You’re turning me on like crazy, sweetheart. That’s the problem. I’m your father, you’re my little girl.”

“I’m also a nineteen-year-old woman who loves you more than anyone, Daddy. Let people say it’s wrong, but if I have to, I’ll spend as long as I have to until you finally give into how you really feel about me.”

I turned my head, lifting her chin so her eyes met mine in the darkness. “Sweetheart,” I whispered, “You already know how much I love you.”

“I do, Daddy.” She cuddled into me, moving her arm back up and gripping me tightly. “I’ll be good until we’re in our own place,” she added softly, “Then you’re mine. My tight little pussy will be yours to play with. As will my perky little tits and my pert little bottom. And also my pretty mouth.”

Waking the next morning with Chloe spooning back against me, she threw her leg back over me and got herself off twice, rubbing her butt against my morning wood. I was aching to cum by the time she was done, Chloe turning around and kissing me softly. Not a chaste kiss, but I made sure it didn’t go too far. Sliding out of bed, I took two minutes before heading to the bathroom for a shower so I could take care of myself.

I wasn’t surprised that Sarah disappeared with the two boys not long after we made our appearance. I didn’t really care where she was going but Chloe was obviously curious, asking if she was taking them to see their real father. Sarah grimaced as she asked the question in front of them. The smirk that formed on both their faces told me everything I needed to know. I know I’m supposed to keep loving them considering I raised them for so long, but they were making it increasingly difficult with each passing day.

“We’ll be out for the day apartment hunting. Don’t bother making us dinner,” I muttered. Sarah didn’t say a word as she led the boys out the front door. “Really tempted to just bend you over the table right now, Chloe,” I added, throwing my toast down in disgust.

“When did you last have sex, Daddy?”

“You mean made love and not just the little bit of pity sex she obviously threw my way every so often?”

She didn’t wait for an answer, standing up from opposite me and rounding the table, gesturing for me to move so she could straddle my lap, hugging me tightly as I ran my hand up and down her back. “We need to move as soon as possible, Daddy. We’ll look at a few more apartments today then decide on one tonight.”

“Fuck it. I need out of here too. Two of the apartments we viewed yesterday were fantastic. Further away from here, the better.”

We had a fun day viewing apartments again. For fun, this time we didn’t tell the estate agents that we were father and daughter. The reaction to our arriving was amusing each time, knowing they were wondering what our arrangement was. The way Chloe was looking at me all day, though. I wasn’t blind to it, constantly holding hands. If not holding my hand, they were busy caressing my upper body and arms.

Stopping for a pub lunch, we spent the entire time talking and laughing. We also discussed the future. She was at her first year of university and I’d told her that once she was into her final year of high school, she didn’t need to work, preferring she focused on studies. I’d agreed that she could continue that through university though she was more than welcome to work part-time if she wanted. I had no problem giving her an allowance as she was sensible with her money anyway.

“Can you afford it?” she asked.

“I don’t like the idea of renting, but I don’t want to buy straight away. I make damn good money, Chloe. If it’s just you and me, we’ll be living very comfortably together.”

“I’d suggest a one room, but I guess if we have guests…”

“Sweetheart… Once we move…”

“Daddy, I’m sleeping in your bed.” She stood up and sat next to me in the booth we were sharing. “I’m already used to you being with me,” she whispered, “Please don’t make me sleep alone again.”

“We’ll talk about it when we move. But I guess we’ll be sharing a bed at home until we move out.”

Arriving home for dinner, there was no sign of Sarah or the boys. For fun, I called her parents. Her mother answered, and I asked if Sarah was there with the boys. She was obviously clueless as to our marital issues, confirming she was. Asking if James was also there, she said that he was. I started to laugh away, thanking her for the information before hanging up.

If I didn’t laugh, I’d have felt nothing but anger and probably thrown my phone before destroying the area of the house I was in. As it was only two of us, I ordered in some pizza while opening another bottle of scotch. Chloe joined me, slowly drinking as we watched a little television. Sarah arrived home with the boys when we’d polished off the pizza and half a bottle. The disdain I looked at her with had her retreating to the bedroom within a couple of minutes. The boys didn’t say a word to either Chloe or me, though they looked rather smug as they disappeared towards their rooms.

Heading to bed at a reasonable time, I showered before returning to Chloe’s room. Sarah was awake but didn’t say a word as I grabbed a couple of things I needed. She looked at me but chose to remain quiet. I guess she was buying the whole sleeping on an air mattress thing. I was assuming she knew our marriage was toast so was simply letting me get on with things until I moved out.

Chloe was already playing with herself walking into her room, this time with the sheets kicked back so I could see her naked body. Spreading her legs wider, I couldn’t help getting my first good look at that sweet little pussy of my daughter. She removed her fingers so I could see everything. “Do you like it, Daddy? I kept it nice and smooth for you.”

Smiling as I walked around the bed, I lay next to her on my side as she resumed playing her herself. Turning her head towards me, I leaned forward and kissed her softly on the lips. She kissed me back as she moaned softly into my mouth. Kissing her again and again, they increased in passion before I finally gave in and slid my tongue into her mouth.

Daughter or not, be damned. She clearly wanted me, and I was finding it increasingly difficult to say no to her. Breaking the kiss, I leaned back enough to meet her glistening eyes as I caressed her cheek, watching the smile slowly formed before she moaned again.

“Cum for me, sweetheart,” I whispered, “Cum for your daddy.”

“I do every single time, Daddy. Every orgasm I have is for you…” She giggled. “Okay, maybe when I’m playing with Emily, a few are for her too.”

I watched my daughter orgasm more than once, wrapping an arm round her as she turned onto her side, not relenting as she kissed me hard, moaning into my mouth as she enjoyed one more orgasm before she needed to stop. Before I could say anything, she slid her fingers into my mouth. “Taste me, Daddy,” she whispered, “Taste your little girl.”

Removing her fingers, I kissed her again, pulling her tight to my body, enough she could feel my erection pressing into her. Smiling as I caressed her back, she eventually broke the kiss to snuggle into me, so I pulled the sheets up to cover our bodies. Wishing me goodnight, she was fast asleep rather quickly.

Waking up on my back, I was also woken by a weight on my groin, opening my eyes to see Chloe gazing down at me. As soon as my eyes were open, she was rubbing her pussy along my covered cock. I groaned as my hands automatically went to her hips as I realised my daughter was simulating me fucking her.

“Daddy,” she whimpered.

I knew I should stop her. I should definitely have stopped her. But gazing at her beautiful face, the unabashed love and lust in her eyes, the way she moaned softly with each gyration of her pussy on my cock, I simply couldn’t bring myself to do it. In that moment, I was an incredibly weak man.

“You know this is wrong,” I whispered.

“I don’t care,” she cried softly, leaning down to kiss me hard, “This is what I want, Daddy.”

Moving her hand between her legs, she got herself off within a couple of minutes, and I think the fact it was as close to intimacy as we’d been, she collapsed onto my chest and started to cry. I held her to my chest, feeling her tears fall onto my bare chest, running my hand up and down her back to comfort my little girl.

“It’s okay, sweetheart. It’s okay. Daddy’s got you.”

“You won’t let me go?”

“Never. You’re my girl.”

We were up and out of the house before the wife or the boys made an appearance. Working out at the gym certainly helped get the blood flowing, showering in the bathroom before I changed for work. Driving Chloe to the station afterwards, we shared what I’d call a proper kiss. She ran her fingers down my cheek before wishing me a good day, and as always, told me how much she loved me.

Walking into work that morning, Tracy was surprised by the fact I was smiling. I told her I was sorting things out but, most importantly, I would always have the love of my little girl. “She’s going to go with you?”

“Definitely won’t stay with her mother. It was thanks to Chloe’s assignment that I learned the truth.”

“And what’s that?”

I remembered I hadn’t actually told her. “Shit…” Glancing around, I gestured with my head. Locking the door, Tracy sat down as I realised that I’d brought the paperwork with me. I passed the DNA test results for the five of us. Tracy gasped when she read the email from the DNA centre, who clarified who I had and had no fathered.

“You had no idea?” she finally asked.

“This look like the face of someone who was clued in?”

“I guess not. And I’m assuming you were discussing divorce options with Ben?”

“I served Sarah a separation agreement on Friday night. Chloe and I were apartment hunting on the weekend. We’ve agreed on two, so I’m going to call at lunchtime and put an offer in. I’ll be looking to stay a year at minimum, as that’s how long I have to wait to divorce.”

“How’s Sarah taken it?”

“I think she’s realised the marriage is over. She’s pretty much already given up trying to keep me as her husband. Then again, I’ve made it perfectly clear that I’m done with her.”

Being busy at work kept my mind off things at home. My father being aware of what was going on, he was sending me plenty of work that he usually dealt with to keep my mind occupied at the same time. Chloe called me early afternoon, asking if I’d rather go out for dinner than go home. Sounded perfect to me, not arriving home until much later in the evening.

By Wednesday, I’d called the estate agent about the apartment Chloe and I had liked the most, putting a deposit down and agreeing to pick up the keys and sign the paperwork on Saturday. It was stylish and modern, came partly furnished, and we could move in immediately. At dinner that evening, again spending it away from the house, I suggested we go shopping on the weekend for furniture and, once the apartment was set up, we’d move in, hopefully the weekend after that at the latest. Chloe loved the idea, practically leaping on me, kissing me all over the face.

Watching her masturbate each morning and evening was also making it very difficult for me as a man at the same time. I hadn’t touched her intimately at all and considering my wife had spent what felt like half our marriage cheating on me, the only thing stopping me from fooling around with Chloe was the fact she was my daughter. But the fact she didn’t care at all about that, the fact she wanted to be with me, the fact she would always love me unconditionally, it was all making it very difficult to continue saying no.

But I wouldn’t do anything with her in her own bed. Her masturbating was erotic and a turn on, but the only thing I would do was hug and kiss her, and I would only touch her on any non-erogenous zones. Not touched her breasts. Definitely not touched her pussy. I knew that the way we were occasionally kissing was beyond the line.

“Daddy,” she moaned again on Thursday morning. She was next to me on the bed, her legs spread high and wide, thrusting her dildo as deep as she could, “Fuck me, Daddy.”

My underwear was still on. I still hadn’t been naked in front of her. But watching her fuck herself silly was too much as I slowly stroked myself though, with her eyes closed, she didn’t notice it.

“Oh fuck!” she cried, “Oh Daddy, I’m going to cum!” Turning my head, she kissed me softly as she started to whimper. “I’m cumming, Daddy. Oh shit…” Watching her body shudder as the orgasm hit was almost too much. She kept fucking herself, turning onto her side as she left it buried, wrapping an arm around her as she took a few moments to catch her breath. “Daddy, are you stroking off too?” she whispered.

“Yeah. Can’t help it.”

Giggling, she kissed my cheek. “Glad to finally get you at least joining in.”

“I’ll finish off in the shower. I don’t want to make a mess.”

“I would suggest you just cum on me, but I guess that’s too much for now?”

“Sweetheart, if I gave into some of the thoughts that I’ve had recently…”

Watching her slide out of bed, I was amused how much she seemed to just enjoy being naked in front of me nowadays. As I needed a shower, and it was still rather early in the morning, I got up and headed to the bathroom. Standing under the hot water, hoping I’d calm down, I almost jumped out of my skin when I felt two arms wrap around me.

“Hello, handsome,” Chloe whispered. Turning around, she looked me up and down, looking up after getting a good look at my hard cock, her eyes lighting up. “Fuck, Daddy, your cock is bigger than I remember.” Resting her hands on my chest, she stood up to kiss me. “Jerk off for me, Daddy. I want to see you cum.”

She stood back against the tiled wall, spread her legs, and started to fondle herself with one hand, playing with one of her breasts with the other. “Like the show, Daddy?” I could barely reply as all I wanted to do was cum, making do with a grunt in reply. “Thinking about sliding your big cock into my hot little pussy? I can’t wait until my daddy inside me. The moment we finally make love, you’ll never want another pussy. And then you can put a baby in me once I’m finished at university.”

“What?”

“I’m going to give you a son, Daddy. Our son.”

“Sweetheart…”

She smiled at me, moaning softly as she was clearly as turned on as I was. Taking in her live show, I warned her I was about to cum. She stepped closer and I couldn’t stop my orgasm, groaning as spurt after spurt of cum landed on her body. She giggled, whispering how warm it felt. Resting an arm on her shoulder, continuing to pump my cock until I had nothing left. Meeting her eyes, the desire returned had me pressing her back against the wall, my mouth on hers as I kissed her with all the feelings and passion I felt for my own daughter in that moment.

“Daddy,” she whimpered as I moved down to her neck, “Finally, Daddy…”

“I’m not fucking you, sweetheart. We’re just fooling around…”

“Don’t care, Daddy. You’re mine now.”

I didn’t reply as there was still that part of me that was telling me this needed to stop before either of us got hurt. But the hurt I’d suffered, the lack of love and intimacy from the women who’d given me her vows, so little wonder that Chloe’s love and affection was something I latched onto.

Finishing our shower, she walked out first. Getting dressed separately, Sarah was only rising and getting ready as my daughter and I shared breakfast. I’d barely seen her since Sunday evening, and she appeared surprised to see us still in the house. Politely wishing us good morning, Chloe barely grunted a reply, but I did at least reply somewhat politely in return.

I headed out with friends on Friday night, not surprised to run into Chloe and her friends at the same pub. To my amusement, as my friends were getting ready to go home, my daughter asked if I was interested in going to a club with her. Figuring we were in no hurry to go home; I’ll admit I had a fun couple of hours with four beautiful young women. The four were dressed to impressed, but Chloe never left my side the entire night as her three friends did enjoy the occasional dance with another man.

Returning home well after midnight, Chloe was giggling as I had bought her a couple of expensive cocktails. Kicking off her heels, we headed straight for her bedroom, closing and locking her door as she stripped naked immediately. Turning towards me, she started undoing the buttons of my shirt, helping that off, before her nimble fingers moved to the belt of my trousers, unfastening the button and lowering the zipper. Without hesitation, she made sure my underwear was lowered at the same time.

“You’re sleeping naked with me, Daddy.”

I’d had more than a couple of drinks myself so happily agreed, snuggling with my daughter in bed. We made out like a pair of horny teenagers. Well, she still was one for the time being, my cock poking her constantly as my hand made its way down to her pert and firm little arse.

“I’m so turned on, Daddy,” she moaned. Rolling onto her back, she spread her legs, her fingers immediately between them as she played with herself. “Stroke yourself off for me, Daddy.”

Getting up onto my knees, I sat between her legs as I watched my little girl pleasure herself. I couldn’t take my eyes off her gorgeous little pussy. The scent of her sex filled my nostrils, which just turned me on even further. “Sweetie, do you have lube?”

She giggled, opening her bottom drawer, noticing she had a couple of dildos and also a butt plug. Noticing my eyes widen, she handed me the lube first. “I haven’t used it yet, Daddy. I bought it on a whim as I thought my daddy might like to fuck my arse one day.”

Leaning down to kiss her, she whimpered into my mouth, her free hand stroking my back. “You’ve wanted this for a while, haven’t you?”

“Yes, Daddy,” she whispered, “I had a bad feeling about Sarah. Now I have my chance.”

Remaining over her, I continued to stroke my cock as I watched her orgasm first. She kissed me hard during her orgasm, sliding her fingers into my mouth again, tasting her a second time. That set off my orgasm, sitting back enough as I came all over her tight little body. Spurt after spurt erupted from my cock as I did my best to rein in my groan.

“That’s it, Daddy. Cum all over your little girl.”

When I felt her fingers grasp my cock, I groaned again, feeling her try and get every last remaining drip out of my cock, before she removed her hand. Resting next to her on the bed, she giggled, mentioning how hot and sticky it felt, as my cum had washed straight off her the previous time in the shower. She waited until it was drying out before wiping her body off with a couple of wet wipes.

“Feel better, Daddy?”

“I’m sure you felt my erection dancing in the club, sweetheart.”

“Oh, I did, Daddy. I knew how turned on I was making you feel.”

Turning onto her side, she snuggled into me, kissing me softly on the lips. Caressing her back, her head rested under my chin. “I love you, sweetheart. We’ll go shopping today for furniture. I’ve got the measurements for each room. We’ll talk more when we wake up.”

“Love you, Daddy,” she whispered, hearing her yawn, “That was a big orgasm.”

“Mine was too. Meant even more as it was with you.”

“You mean that, Daddy?”

“I’ve had time to think, sweetheart. I’m struggling to understand how much your mother has ever genuinely loved me since you were born, even during our entire marriage. As for you…”

“Every day, Daddy,” she whispered, “I used to be so excited when you’d come home from work as I knew I’d get the biggest hug in the world.”

She fell asleep quickly, giving me more time to think about what was happening in my life. Each day, the line in the sand about how far I’d go with my daughter was either moving further ahead, or I’d simply leapt across it long ago and what we did no longer worried me as much as just getting the divorce from Sarah completed as soon as legally possible.

Woken by my daughter masturbating again, I chuckled as she’d kept her word. Every morning and night, she would get herself off a least once before getting out of bed or going to sleep. Once she’d cum, she kissed my cheek and headed for a shower. As it was the weekend and we were up later, I didn’t want to be caught by Sarah.

There was no sign of the future ex-wife around the kitchen, so I offered to buy us breakfast before we went shopping. After a cooked meal and a coffee, Chloe rarely let go of my hand as we shopped around for furniture and all the household items we were going to need. After buying all the big ticket items, agreeing to have them delivered during the week, I drove us to the estate agents to pick up the keys to the apartment, both of us signing the paperwork.

Returning to the house late afternoon, Sarah was sat at the kitchen table. Chloe and I sat at the opposite end to her, waiting until she looked up.

“I’m sure you’re now aware that I’ve completely separated our finances. I’ve taken half of the money from the joint account, removed your name as the beneficiary from anything to do with me, and quite frankly, you’re on your own from now on. As I said, get James to move in or something. I honestly don’t care what you do now.”

“I do love you, Mark,” she whispered, “I wish you’d understand that I can love two people at once. He’s my brother!”

“If I’d known I was signing up to share you, I’d have never married you in the first place. Funny way of showing your love for me, keeping it a complete secret, forcing me to raise two boys who aren’t even mine. And considering their attitudes towards me for the past few months and longer, I find it very difficult to see myself as their father. And I blame you for that as well.”

“We’ve got an apartment, Sarah,” Chloe explained further, “We’ve been shopping today for everything we need. We’ll be out of here by next weekend.”

“I’m guessing you hate me too,” Sarah whispered.

“I fucking despise you for what you’ve done to Daddy. Once I’m gone, don’t expect to see me again for a very long time. I would like to say I’ll miss my brothers but considering they’ve been nothing but little shits to both me and Daddy, I’ll be taking some time before I try and resume our relationship.”

Rising to my feet, I looked down at Sarah. “We’ll be heading out tonight and don’t intend on spending too much time here before we’re out of here for good.”

We kept our word. Apart from returning to shower and sleep, we barely spent any time at the house. I took from Wednesday off from work for the delivery of all the major items we’d purchased the previous Saturday. While they were moving, I took advantage of an empty house to grab certain things I was going to take with me, while Chloe had packed up a few boxes of things. They went into what would be ‘her’ room on appearance, but I’d already accepted that she’d be with me in the master bedroom.

Thursday was spent organising the apartment, Chloe having a half-day, so we spent the afternoon buying some smaller items, things like sheets for the bed, decorations for the walls, and plenty of things we’d need for the kitchen. Chloe had a ball, her arms wrapped around mine as we strolled around a couple of department stores. Though there was a clear age gap, more than one person or couple smiling at us. Whenever I glanced at my daughter, I understood their smiles.

It was obvious my daughter was in love with me.

No doubt Sarah noticed the fact I’d emptied everything from our bedroom. I had one suitcase in Chloe’s bedroom ready to go. Her bedroom now looked very bare, having spent nearly three days clearing it out. The main furniture would be staying as we’d bought two new beds for the apartment with the additional furniture we needed.

Part of me wanted to make love with her for our last night in what had once been the family home. But I wanted to wait a little while longer, make sure it was the right thing for us to do. Chloe was adamant we would be together forever, but she was also nineteen. After dinner out again, we enjoyed a couple of drinks at a nearby pub, staying out as late as possible.

To our surprise, Sarah was still up when we arrived home, Chloe giggling as she cuddled into my side. Noticing Sarah was sat on the couch wating for us, my daughter kissed my cheek and whispered she’d wait for me in our bedroom. I smiled when she called it that, as she was calling our new bedroom at the apartment that already.

“Can we talk, Mark?” Sarah asked.

“I’m not sure what else there is to talk about.”

“Is there any way you can forgive me?”

“No.”

“I’ll fight the divorce if I have to. I know you still love me. I know you still love those boys. But I’m not giving up James either.”

“This isn’t the United States, Sarah. You can’t threaten to destroy me in a divorce. It doesn’t work like that here. What will be agreed is that you’ll keep this house until the youngest is eighteen. Then we’ll be selling it and we’ll split the proceeds. Anything else will be settled during the initial proceedings when we come to a Binding Financial Agreement.”

“I’ll fight this, Mark. I’m not giving up on us.”

“There is no us, Sarah. I don’t there’s ever been an us. I think you’ve lied to my face nearly the entire time we’ve been together, nothing but a stooge to cover the relationship you have with James. I don’t believe you’ve stopped fucking him the entire time we’ve been married.”

“I did. I promise you.”

“If you did, it wasn’t because of me. It was probably because of Julie.” I sighed, shaking my head in her direction. “It’s over, Sarah. And I promise that, if you fight me on the divorce, I’ll make sure everyone knows about the little incest babies. Chloe told me she’s got DNA from James and is ready to use it to prove he’s the father. I’m willing to let that pass if you agree that I’m taken off the birth certificate and give up my parental rights. Let James adopt them.”

“What? But you can’t do that!”

I grinned at her. “Think I don’t have threats of my own, Sarah? I’ll tell the entire country you’re a brother fucking whore, you had two babies with him, and used gullible old me as the idiot who thought they were his.” She started to cry as I was really letting loose the last bits of hate and anger I was feeling. “Fight me on any of this, and I’ll fuck your life up something fierce, Sarah. I was willing to play nice with you as I just want to be gone, but I won’t tolerate your threats. Agree to the divorce when it’s done. And I won’t be paying child support for two kids that aren’t mine. You’ll agree that with your lawyer, or I’ll make sure the truth is public record. I’ll tell your family, your friends, everyone will know what you’ve done. I’ll be laughed at for being such an oblivious fool, but I’ll make sure I ruin you in return.”

“Do you really hate me so much?” she cried.

“The only thing that’s keeping me going is that young woman currently waiting in the bedroom. If it wasn’t for her, Sarah, I have no idea what I would have done otherwise. I wonder if you’re even sorry for all this.”

“I am sorry, Mark. But I wish you’d also understand. He’s my brother.”

“I have a sister, but I haven’t spent the past fifteen years fucking her. What’s your point?”

I guess it was a little hypocritical considering what I was on the verge of doing with my daughter, though considering how my marriage was already over, and had been for a long time by now, I didn’t feel guilty about the fact I would soon be sleeping with someone else. The fact it was my daughter? I was pretty much over that hump in my mind.

“Have you never even thought…”

“I’m not going to discuss that, Sarah. The fact is you made vows in front of our friends and family and have since then spent most of the time shitting all over them. Speaks volumes about you as a person. You’re a horrible human being, as far as I’m concerned. And I look forward to the day I receive the paperwork, letting me know this sham of a marriage is finally over.”

With those final words, I walked towards the bedroom and joined Chloe for our final night in the house. As we snuggled in bed, both of us completely naked, she smiled as her fingers wrapped around my cock again. Kissing her softly, I cupped her breast and gently played with one of her nipples. She moaned softly into my mouth, feeling her spread her legs slightly.

“Touch me, Daddy,” she whispered, “It’s our last night here. Make me cum and I’ll make you cum too.”

Running my hand down her smooth body, she gasped when my fingers touched her for the first time. She was soaking wet, moaning again as I gently fondled her pussy, enjoying how soft and warm she was. “Fuck,” I muttered, “I’m having some very naughty thoughts right now, sweetheart. And your soft fingers feel fantastic around my cock.”

“You going to cum for me, Daddy?”

“Let me make you cum first, sweetie.”

Rolling onto her back, I sat between her legs before leaning forward to kiss her, sliding two fingers as deep inside her pussy as far as possible. “Daddy!” she whimpered, feeling her hips move down onto my hand, “Finger me, Daddy, Make me cum!”

I finger-fucked her slowly, adjusting my hand so I could fondle her little clit at the same time. She was soon gyrating like mad as I thrust my fingers, and once I found her special spot, I needed to kiss her to stifle her moans before I felt her orgasm, the walls of her pussy clenching my fingers tightly. Her other hand was on the back of my neck, breaking the kiss as her orgasm passed.

“Don’t stop, Daddy,” she cried softly, “Please don’t stop.”

“Whatever you want, sweetheart.”

I learned my daughter can cum over and over again. It was beautiful and erotic to watch, but she eventually had to stop me as I think I wore her out. Watching her breath rise and fall, I leaned down to kiss her again before kissing down towards her breasts, kissing down past there over her tummy before I ended just before her pussy.

“Daddy, that’s naughty. Are you going to eat your little girls hot and tight little pussy?”

“When we get to our own apartment. Not the first night, but I will christen our new bed, our own room, and our own apartment by getting my mouth between your legs.”

“Need to cum, Daddy?”

After lubing up my cock, I straddled her chest as she used both hands to stroke me off. I was so turned on, I barely lasted a few minutes before I needed to cum. To my surprise, she sat up enough and took the first spurt straight into her mouth. Closing her mouth and smiling up at me, the next couple of spurts fired into her face, giggling away as I pulled back, leaving the rest on her tits.

“Wow, you taste nice, Daddy. I think I’ll suck your dick and swallow it all next time.”

“Let me get a warm cloth to wipe you down, sweetie.”

Wiping her clean, she couldn’t stop smiling at me, turning off the light once we were done, spooning back against me as my cock remained half-hard. She giggled as I poked her, though thankfully, her appetite for me was sated for now, and we fell asleep rather quickly.

Waking with the alarm early the next morning, all we needed to do was shower, dress and that was it, our suitcases were packed and ready to go. Heading to the living room, neither of us was interested in one look around. Part of me was sad to leave the physical residence behind, having spent so long looking after it, turning into a place I genuinely loved living in. And for so long, as blind as I was, I’d found it a comfort to return home to.

“Let’s go home, Daddy.”

Taking all the house keys from my keyring, I placed those on the coffee table. I would keep my wedding ring and eventually just pawn it. Thinking about her wedding rings, I had Chloe take our things out to my car as I snuck back to the bedroom. Sarah was fast asleep. Checking her left hand, I wasn’t surprised to see she wasn’t even wearing hers. Not on the bedside table, it didn’t take me long to find them near her jewellery box.

Pocketing those, I checked Chloe’s bedroom one last time before I walked out the front door and didn’t look back. Stopping for Macca’s to get some breakfast, we decided to eat it at our new apartment. I took our suitcases upstairs as she carried our food.

“We should eat on the balcony, Daddy,” she suggested.

Bloody good idea, so after dumping our suitcase, we sat on our new furniture on the balcony, enjoying the morning autumn sunshine. As soon as we were finished, Chloe stood up and circled the small table to sit on my lap, resting her head against my shoulder as I wrapped my arms around her.

“Rest of our lives start from today, Daddy,” she whispered.

“Sweetheart, we’ll need to have a serious heart and heart and discussion about this later.”

She stood up and offered her hand. Figuring she had something to say, I was led back inside to our new living room, sitting down on our couch, with Chloe straddling my lap. Without wasting time, she took off her t-shirt before undoing and taking off her bra. “Now, Daddy, you’re going to listen to me very carefully as I won’t repeat myself again. Understand?”

“Sure, sweetheart.”

She stood up and lowered her skirt and panties, leaving only her shoes and socks on, straddling my lap again. “Okay, now that I’m naked, I’m going to put this very simply for you. I’m with you for good, Daddy. Once we make love, that’s it. I’m already yours.” Her lower lip started to tremble. “You own my heart, Daddy. I love you so much. I’m going to be your lover, your girlfriend, your wife, your everything. And I’m never going to leave you.”

I hugged her tightly as she started to cry. “Okay, sweetheart,” I whispered, rubbing her back, “I understand how serious you are. And if I’m yours, then you’re definitely mine. One thing though.”

“What is it, Daddy?”

“You’ve always owned my heart. From the day you were born, I’ve felt an incredibly amount of love for my little girl. Not only because you were my first born, but you were the greatest gift a man could receive. A precocious, adorably cute little girl who has grown into a beautiful young woman.”

She cried and giggled, feeling her hug me tighter. “Thank you, Daddy. I needed to hear that.”

“Just one question. Why are you naked?”

Leaning back, I wiped her eyes and kissed her cheeks, enjoying the giggle that escaped her. “From now on, Daddy, you’ll get used to me wearing very little around our apartment. I will usually wear panties, but I’ll be wearing very small tops. I might not always wear a bra. Can you handle that?”

“I can, sweetheart. I think we’ll go and buy you a lot of sexy panties for you to wear.”

Blushing, she whispered, “I already have a lot of them for you, Daddy. I just didn’t wear them at home.”

Rolling her off my lap and onto the couch, she spread her legs as I kissed her softly. Leaning back just enough to take in her body, there was no missing her glistening pussy, checking that she’d also helped make my shorts a little wet where she’d been sat. Though I would have loved to fool around, we did have an apartment to get ready, helping her up and suggesting she put a little something on.

In only panties and a vest top, we started organising our new home, only stopping for a quick lunch. By late afternoon and into early evening, we were both worn out from all the unpacking and organising. Neither of us wanted to cook, so agreed to show, change clothes and go out. Chloe disappeared into our new bathroom, another reason to choose the apartment as it was completely modern, much like the kitchen.

Joining my daughter in the shower, she turned around and kissed me hard. “Naughty, Daddy! Joining your daughter in the shower!”

Backing her up against the tiled wall, the look of lust in her eyes had my cock rock solid in a matter of seconds, her delightful giggle filled the air. “My little girl needs a thorough scrub before I take her out on a date,” I said softly.

“You can touch me wherever you want, Daddy,” she whispered, kissing my cheek, “My tight little body is yours from now on.”

Once I’d washed her, then made her orgasm at least half a dozen times with just my fingers, I helped dry her before carrying her in my arms to our bedroom. Lying her down, I laid next to her, waiting for her to recover. When she opened her eyes, her face lit up as she snuggled closer to me, moulding her body into mine. “We can now fool around the house if you want, sweetheart,” I suggested, “No-one can stop us.”

“So if I wanted to suck your cock while you watched the footy in the living room…”

“I wouldn’t stop you and I’d love you even more for it.”

“Good, because I’ve practiced with my dildo, though your cock is both longer and thicker, Daddy. But I really want to do it and I definitely want to be a good girl for you and swallow all your delicious cum. In fact, while I masturbate each morning, I think I’ll wake you up with a blowjob.”

“Still going to masturbate every morning?”

“Until you finally make love to me, because I know once you’re in my pussy for the first time, you’ll want to be me in all the time, Daddy. Morning, noon and night, you’ll want to make love and fuck me.”

“Soon, sweetheart. We’re now in our own place. Is there any rush?”

She smiled and cuddled into me. “No, Daddy, because I feel so loved. I know you left for your own reasons but I’m so happy that I’m here with you alone. Sarah is such an idiot.”

“Come on, let’s get changed and I’m taking you out to a proper restaurant for our first real date. I say it’s our first real one as we’re now in our own place together, just me and you.”

As I dressed in shirt and trousers, slipping on a pair of shoes, I waited in the living room as Chloe readied herself. She appeared later in a gorgeous red dress, bare shouldered and only halfway down her thigh, tight to her body. She’d applied a little make-up, styled her brunette hair, her glasses still on.

Standing up, I approached her, feeling my cheeks almost hurting from how much I was smiling. “I know you love my glasses, Daddy. Would have kept the ponytail but I’ll put that back in place later.”

“I’m a simple man. I’m sure you’ve figure that out already.”

She loved the restaurant I selected. She was my daughter, and I knew everything she loved and enjoyed. I was surprised at how much it felt like a date so quickly. With every minute that passed, the ease of our conversation making both of us smile, holding her hand across the table as her eyes rarely looked away from mine. After dinner, there weren’t many local places where could go dancing, so ended up at a small bar, finding an empty booth, where I sat against the side and she snuggled up against me, my arm around her shoulders.

“When was it last like this with Sarah?”

Me snorting made her giggle. “A long time ago, sweetheart. I’m sure you noticed the complete lack of affection.”

“It’s why I made sure I always greet you with a hug and kiss on the cheek, Daddy,” she said softly, “You did so much for the family, but had it thrown back in your face. Now your only concern is me!”

After a sharing a bottle of wine and then buying a cocktail for us each, we ended up back at the apartment, Chloe suggested a nightcap before we went to bed. She disappeared to get changed while I grabbed the bottle of scotch I’d bought to share in our new home. When she appeared from the hallway completely naked, I couldn’t help chuckle, Chloe giggling as she straddled my lap.

“You want a drink?” I asked.

Smiling, she leaned down and kissed me, taking my hand and placing it between her legs, not entirely surprised she was already wet. Sliding a pair of fingers inside her, she whimpered as her forehead rested against mine. “You love my little pussy, don’t you, Daddy?”

“I love all of you, sweetheart, but I am finding new pleasure in playing with your hot little pussy,” I replied softly.

“Daddy’s pussy from now on. I wish I could tell my friends about us.”

Lying her down on the couch, her eyes lit up as I quickly stripped myself as nude as she was. “Here or the bedroom?”

“We’re going to christen every room eventually, Daddy. Here is fine for now.”

I had to finally give those wonderful breasts of hers some attention with my mouth while continuing to fondle her pussy. She was soon moaning and whimpering loudly, begging me to move down as she wanted nothing more than to feel my mouth hard at work between her legs. She giggled when I nibbled at her nipples.

Kissing down her body, my fingers were continued to slowly thrust inside her, my daughter continuing to moan softly, though her eyes were gazing down into mine the lower I got. Smiling at her as I removed my finger, she sucked on them eagerly as I avoided her pussy for a few seconds, leaving little kisses on her thighs, making her giggle as I removed my fingers from her mouth.

“I taste good, don’t I, Daddy?”

“You taste wonderful, sweetie. I’m really going to enjoy doing this now.”

Running my tongue along her slit, she cried out and giggled around, spreading her legs even wider, lifting her left leg to rest her foot on the back of the couch. Her pussy was completely bare, taking a few seconds to lean back and just gaze at it. Her lips were slightly puffy but, apart from that, she was very neat and tidy. It was almost perfect.

“You like it, Daddy?” she whispered.

“You’re perfect in every way, Chloe.”

Lowering my mouth, she moaned softly as it didn’t take her long for her body to react. Spreading her lips with my tongue, I enjoyed figuring out what she liked, where she was sensitive, and which parts really got her moaning loudly. I was surprised that she came without me touching her g-spot or clit, though I think that was simply due to the excitement that I was finally between her legs.

“Daddy,” she whimpered. Running my left hand up and down her body, she took hold of it, interlacing our fingers, “I love you so much.”

I didn’t reply, meeting her eyes and smiling, as I buried my tongue. She cried out again, arching her back slightly, as I finally diverted most of my attention to her clit. It wasn’t particularly large, but she knew how she liked it treated. Following her instructions, her next orgasm tore through her body, barely able to keep her legs spread.

Sliding a pair of fingers back inside her, with my tongue now just on her clit and my fingers gently thrusting inside her, turned so I rubbed against that special spot of hers, Chloe didn’t stand a chance. One orgasm smashed into the next, barely able to get anything legible out of her mouth. I only stopped when I knew she’d had enough, her eyes closed, and she was trying to catch her breath. Removing my fingers, I sucked those clean before leaving a trail of soft kisses up her body before I kissed her cheek.

“Time for bed, sweetie?”

“Daddy’s worn me out.”

Picking her up in my arms, I carried her through to our new bed. We had new sheets, pulling them back and laying her down, before I joined her. Switching off the lamp, she spooned into me, lying in silence before I felt her start to shake slightly. “Thank you, Daddy,” she sobbed quietly.

Turning her around, I pulled her tight to my chest, blinking rapidly myself. “I’ll do anything for my little girl, Chloe. You know that,” I whispered.

After whispering she loved me, she calmed down rather quickly and fell asleep. Considering the number of orgasms, I could only smile at how comfortable it already felt being naked in bed with her, being intimate with her, and expressing our live in a manner that would have seen me thrown in jail should anyone learn about it.

Waking in the morning, I immediately smiled as I felt something warm and wet around my cock, lifting back the sheet to be greeted by two blue eyes and a cheeky look at the mouth of my daughter was wrapped around my shaft. “Morning, Daddy,” she greeted me happily, “I said I’d wake you up with a blowjob from now on.”

“You okay doing that, sweetheart?”

“You’re bigger than my dildo but taste much better. Just let me know when you want to cum so I’m ready to swallow it.”

What I learned very quickly is that my daughter could suck cock. She’d never done it before but her practice on the dildo had set her up for success. She had me groaning as I held the back of her head, blue eyes continuing to gaze up at me, an almost desperate look for me to cum for her.

Warning her I was close within a couple of minutes; the work of her tongue made me groan more than once. One final warning, and she pulled her head up, ready for me to fire. “Oh fuck!” I cried out, not worried about anyone hearing us, Chloe squealing as the first spurt filled her mouth. Then she moaned softly, her eyes still gazing up at me, hearing her swallow each spurt of cum before she knew I had nothing left, lifting her mouth away with a giggle, running her tongue up and down my cock to clean me up.

“Was that good, Daddy?” she asked in an innocent voice, “Did your little girl do good?”

“She did much better than good. Now get that pretty little pussy up here so I can return the favour.”

“Okay, Daddy.”

After getting my daughter off while she rode my face, she turned around to take my cock back in her mouth. I think I surprised her when I was hard again rather quickly, though warned her I likely wouldn’t cum again too soon. She just wanted to suck me while I got her off again and again.

We didn’t actually get up until later as we needed another short nap. Getting up together naked, we made breakfast together, sitting at our new table to eat, before she disappeared to her own bedroom. The only reason she’d be in there was to study, and she still had coursework and assignments. That meant we both dressed, though she still only went with a pair of panties and a small top, proving to be very distracting whenever she walked past me into the kitchen.

Settling into a routine didn’t take long. We’d get up, shower, dress and eat breakfast together. I still drove her to the train station every morning before work. The apartment was in a good place to get public transport so she could get home easily. By the time I walked indoors by the evening, she was already preparing dinner, changing quickly and helping her out. Eating together every night, we’d then snuggle on the couch together. Sometimes we’d watch a little television, other nights she was straddling my lap as we made out, or we ended up naked as I buried my face between her legs, or she’d be on her knees between my legs, head bobbing up and down on my cock.

Arriving home from work on Friday night, I was greeted by the sight of my daughter masturbating on the couch. “Hello, Daddy,” she smiled at me, “Thought you’d like coming home to this.”

I stripped off quickly, my suit jacket and trousers ending up around the room alongside my shirt, shoes, socks and underwear. Placing my cock against her pussy, her eyes lit up as her smile broadened. “Really, Daddy?” she asked excitedly.

“No, I’m just teasing but… Tomorrow night, another date then we’ll come home and make love?”

She sat up and kissed me, her hand around my cock as her tongue slid into my mouth. “What about tonight, Daddy?” she finally asked after we’d made out for a few minutes.

“I’ll make us a light meal, we’ll open a bottle of wine first, then we’ll eat on the balcony.”

“Naked?”

“Yes, we can eat naked.”

“And my pussy as dessert?”

“Definitely.”

As I cooked, she perched herself naked on the counter, spreading her legs and continuing to fondle her pussy. She’d occasionally slide her fingers into my mouth, giving me a taste of her juicy little pussy. I was wearing an apron to protect the important parts of my body, at least. Sitting outside on the balcony as we ate, we sipped at our wine and talked about our week. She did ask if I’d heard from Sarah, letting her know I’d heard not a peep. She admitted to blocking everyone on that side of the family except her grandparents.”

“That’s fine, sweetheart. You’re not obliged to stay in touch with anyone you don’t want to continue a relationship with. What about the boys?”

“To be honest, I don’t particularly like them at the moment either so I’m leaving it to them to make contact with me. But once they turn eighteen, unless they have a major attitude adjustment, I won’t be keeping in contact with them.”

Heading inside, we fooled around on her bed, the one that hadn’t been slept in yet, I ended up on my back with Chloe riding my face reverse cowgirl as she sucked my cock. After making her orgasm a couple of times, I moved my mouth up to her pink little rosebud that was almost winking at me. Running my tongue over that, she gasped and glanced back.

“Naughty daddy!” She then giggled. “But I liked it. Do it again!”

So that’s how I ate the arse of my daughter for the first time. She didn’t get off on it, but she absolutely loved it, and after I’d cum and she swallowed, she ended up on her back with my mouth on her pussy and a pair of fingers slowly working her arse.

“Daddy!” she cried out as she came again, “Oh my god! I had no idea.”

“You’re enjoying it, sweetheart?”

“I think your cock might be too big but, yes…”

“Just something different, sweetheart.”

Needed a shower after she had me cum a second time, and she insisted I cum in both her mouth and on her face, before she rode my face one last time before we needed a break. Cuddling in bed later, her body as close to mine as possible, our legs crossed over each other, she was gazing up at me with that same look of unconditional love I’d seen my entire life as I caressed the back of her hair.

“Daddy, I know it’s only been a short time, but I was wondering something.”

“What’s on your mind?”

“As this will be forever, I need to wear your ring. I know being with you that we’ll never marry officially, and we’ll have to live in secret unless we moved.”

“I can’t move, sweetheart. Not with the business and everything.”

“I know,” she whispered, cuddling me tighter, “But there’s one thing I want to do for you, Daddy. I want to give you our child. In fact, we’ll keep trying until you get a son. Maybe two sons and another daughter or something. Basically, I want babies with you. I’ve already looked into it. We should be safe, but we’ll get some tests done just to cover ourselves.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’ll show you all the research I’ve done already. I’ve spent a long time looking already. And before you ask, yes, I was looking before this started. A long time before this started.”

Waking the next morning, we were both horny as hell, but I suggested we don’t do anything until returning after our date that night. It meant we both dressed to at least partially resist each other, agreeing to head out for the day to resist further temptation of wanting to fuck each other senseless. Returning home to change for dinner, she wore another gorgeous dress, this one a navy blue. Waiting in the living room again, she kissed my cheek as I greeted her.

“I’m not wearing panties or a bra, Daddy,” she whispered.

“You’re a tease.”

“I know, but it’s so when we get home, all you need do is lower the dress and I’m ready. But leave on my thigh highs when you fuck me, though I’ll kick off the heels.”

“No, leave those on too.” Her face broke out into a sweet smile before I left a soft kiss on your lips. “Let’s go, my gorgeous date for the evening.”

I treated my daughter to a rather fancy restaurant for the evening though I could easily afford it. She expressed concern about a couple of the prices, insisting I was both her father and now her boyfriend. When I said that, she gripped my hand so tightly, keeping her emotions under control. “That means I’m your girlfriend,” she whispered.

“You are, as well as still being my incredibly lovable daughter.”

The three-course meal we selected was exquisite. I purchased a bottle of wine to go with the main course, then ordered a cocktail each that accompanied desert. The restaurant also had a non-dining bar area, moving to that once we’d finished eating, enjoying another cocktail as she cuddled into me as we relaxed on a leather couch, light music and conversation providing an ambience that I now enjoyed when going out.

Chloe kissed up to my ear. “My pussy is throbbing, Daddy,” she breathed, “I’m so turned on by my date right now.”

“Finish your drink and we’ll go home, sweetie.” Cuddling into me more and the whimper she released made me chuckle. “Want to go now?”

“Please, Daddy,” she moaned softly, “I can’t wait much longer.”