Tending to my wife's needs
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While cleaning out her mother’s attic, my wife Brooke found a large book covered in a layer of dust. Inside it were runes and magic spells. She showed it to me. I told her it gave me a bad feeling and I wanted to toss it, but her curiosity prevailed and we took it home. The next night as she poured over the text, she mumbled some of the words on a page, and then slumped over on our couch, unconscious. A second later our beautiful 18 year old daughter bounded into the room and squealed, “It worked! I just astral projected into our daughter!” The problem was, she didn’t know how to leave. We tried spell after spell, but so far, nothing is working. It’s been three days, and my wife is doing everything she can to keep up appearances for my daughter. Tonight she even went out on a date with our daughter’s boyfriend of two years. I tried not to think about how problematic that was. Brooke was already struggling with our daughter’s raging hormones. She’d even tried to sleep with me last night, but of course I told her no. Not while she was in my daughter’s body. But…now that she was out with an equally horny young man, maybe I should have said yes. My imagination plagued me as I waited. That guy had better not try anything with my wife! At last I heard his car pull into our driveway. I waited, but my wife didn’t come in right away. I listened to the sound of a running car for ten minutes, and tried to keep myself from rushing out that front door and making a scene. The last thing I wanted was for that young man to know he’d really just been on a date with my wife. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, I heard a car door slam, and my wife walked inside. She saw me waiting there by the door, and I must have looked a little crazy, because she looked me up and down. But her expression was not of concern, but of desire. She began speaking very softly, and innocently. “My boyfriend kept trying to kiss me Daddy.” I backed away and said, “Brooke, I don’t need to hear all the details.” But she pressed on. “He kept pawing at me, wanted me to take my clothes off. I almost did, Daddy. I let him take off my bra. I’m not wearing one anymore, see?” And then she slowly pulled the straps of her pretty dress down, and suddenly I was looking at my daughter’s perky tits. “He wanted to fuck me right there in his car, Daddy. And I wanted to. I really did. But I couldn’t, because I only want to fuck YOU, Daddy. Please? Will you fuck me your baby girl. I need it so bad. If you don’t, I might have to call him up and wrap my lips around his big, hard-” I cut her off. “You win, Brooke! I’ll fuck you.” She grinned as the dress hit the floor. “Thank you Daddy.”
