Victoria Takes on Her Father

by AshRynn87

story tags: cuckold, daughter, father, heels, hot_wife, incest,
lingerie, loving_wife, stockings, voyeur

https://www.literotica.com/s/victoria-takes-on-her-father


https://www.literotica.com/s/victoria-takes-on-her-father

A wife fucks her father at the urging of her husband.

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This is my first attempt at submitting a story. I'd like to give the
reader fair warning that this is a novella and is over an hour long
read. I think if you give it a chance, that you will find it
suspenseful, descriptive, and erotic. I truly hope you will enjoy
reading this account of my life as it is not a made up tale. It is a
collection of real life events experienced by my wife and I. 

What started out as pure fantasy evolved into something much more real
and may not be tuned to everyone's erotic preferences. I have been a
long time consumer of stories on Literotica and have enjoyed many of
your tales. Primarily, I have read stories about Loving Wives and even
some Taboo/Incest. They have fueled a sexual awakening in myself that I
did not know I had and led me down the path to the most incredible
sexual experience of my life. For that I thank all of the writers who
came before me and put words to paper. 

This community has not only given me the gift of making my fantasy come
true, but it has also helped me to deliver on my promise to my loving
wife of helping her to achieve sexual satisfaction. Thank you for
taking me down this path, and more importantly, thank you for joining
me here to read this submission. Hopefully this will lead to more
writings in the future, both biographical and fictitious in nature.
Without further ado, this is the story of how I finally convinced my
wife to have sex with another man.

My name is Aaron. I am in my late 20s, six foot tall, in good shape,
athletic, and have always had a high sex drive. I am successful in my
career, and while not rich by any sense of the word, my wife Victoria
and I do not want for anything...except for my sexual desires, that is.


Victoria is amazing. She is part Latina, with flawless olive skin, a
petite 5'5", but what she lacks in height, she makes up for with her
amazing body. Her body is tight. She spends 6 days a week in the gym.
Toned, tanned, and with her 32 DD implants and impeccable hourglass
shape, she is every man's dream; everything I could have asked for in a
wife and partner. Our only incompatibility is that her sex drive is
extremely low. 

Sure, we have sex at least once a week. She certainly enjoys herself,
or at least claims to, but she rarely orgasms, and when she does, it
usually makes her insecure. This has led me down a depressing hole of
porn and fantasy, oftentimes reading other stories of lust on
Literotica to help fill my void. It's not that I don't want her, but it
has been difficult on me not being able to satisfy her in the way that
I wish I could. 

Victoria and I married young. We had only ever been with each other.
There have been times that the thought of being with someone else had
briefly crossed my mind, but deep down, I could never do that to her.
She was the only one I ever wanted. When we have sex now, its is
usually her that initiates because I hate feeling like I am forcing her
into it. Like I said, we both enjoy sex, but for her its not a
priority. She mostly does it for me because she knows I want it. I know
what you are all thinking, "Well, Aaron, you're definitely not doing it
right then." 

I've asked her many times, "What can I do to help you enjoy this more?"
And we have come up with different ways to help her overcome her
insecurities and enjoy sex, and occasionally have an orgasm, but never
how I had hoped it would go. I have told her many times that she should
try having sex with another man. That maybe someone with a bigger penis
or more experience would be able to please her in a way that I can't.
I'm not ashamed of myself or my abilities, but I definitely recognize
and acknowledge my shortcomings. 

When it comes to manhood, I am not undersized, but I'm not winning any
big dick competitions either. On a good day, I'm a shade over six
inches and average girth. She insists that it's the perfect size for
her, and that any bigger would be too much for her small frame. I've
even tried using girth and length increasing penis sleeves. We love to
use sex toys in the bedroom, but the first time I brought out the penis
sleeve, she flat out refused until I took it off. 

I was crushed. I was almost certain that she would not only love the
"new me" so much that she'd insist that I wear it all the time, but I
was also hoping it would lead her down the path to my ultimate fantasy
of watching her have sex with another man. So much for that fantasy.
All I wanted was for my wife to be pleased sexually, whether it was
from myself or another made no difference to me. I just wanted once to
see her in the throes of ecstasy. 

This escapade all started a few years ago when Victoria and I went to
the Castle Megastore, a local adult shop that we frequently visit. We
were in the market for a new WeVibe, a U-shaped vibrator that the woman
inserts into her vagina so that part of the vibrator rests on the
woman's clitoris while the male feels the vibrations that travel along
the vibrator into the vagina. We had successfully burned out the motor
in the one we owned and were now looking to upgrade to the newest
model, and maybe get her in some kinky lingerie while I was at it. If
anything, I could always convince her to throw on some stockings and a
garter belt, and if I was really lucky, some slutty heels. 

While perusing the aisles, we came upon the penis sleeves. I grabbed
one that offered a 2 inch extension and an additional inch of girth and
said, "What do you think babe, can we finally try one?" Her look was
one of complete disappointment. 

"Not this again. I told you, I like your dick just fine. I don't need
anything bigger," she exclaimed. 

Downtrodden and clearly no longer in the mood to be at the adult store,
I pleaded, "I really wish you would just try it. I really think if you
had something bigger to work with, it would open you up to new
experiences and new heights of pleasure that I haven't been able to
give you. If not with me, I wish you'd at least let me set you up with
someone who had a bigger dick and more experience who could
maybe...just maybe, help you to enjoy sex a little bit more."

Something in her look changed. Like she was seeing the real me for the
first time. "This is really something you want, isn't it," she said.
"Not just some wild fantasy that you'll immediately regret." 

"Yes!" I gasped. "I would do anything for you. I just want to see you
enjoy sex as much as I enjoy it with you, especially if that means
seeing you with another man." 

Her look returned to normal. "Well, I just cannot do that Aaron. I'm
afraid that if I were to be with another man, that you just wouldn't be
able to see me as the same person anymore. It will totally change our
relationship, and do who knows what to our marriage; even with your
blessing. Even worse, what if I develop feelings for whoever it is you
set me up with? What if he does pleasure me more than you ever have and
then he is all I want? I'm just not willing to take that risk. Besides,
who would ever want to take you up on such a crazy offer?" 

I literally laughed out loud. "Are you kidding me, look at you? You're
sexier than any porn-star in any of the videos in this place. I could
literally find any Joe on the street and they'd take me up on that
offer in an instant. Craigslist personals may be gone, but hookup apps
are all the rage. I'd wager that I could find exactly what I have in
mind on Tinder in under a week."

"No!" she again exclaimed. "I'm too afraid that I'd develop feelings
for someone else." She hugged me for what seemed like an awkwardly long
time, considering we were still in the adult store surrounded by
silicone penises and porn. When she let go of me, she looked into my
eyes longingly, hoping that I'd drop the subject. 

"What If I could find someone that you couldn't possibly fall in love
with, would you consider it then?" I said. 

She exhaled, "in the highly unlikely scenario where you find someone
who fits that criteria, I'll at least consider it."

I took that as a victory and we continued to shop for what we had
originally come to the store looking for. We left with the WeVibe3 with
wireless remote control, an emerald green lingerie set, complete with
strappy bra, thong, and garter belt, and a pair of tan stockings. I was
totally high on life. I could not wait to get home and make love to
Victoria. 

We got home and she promptly slid into her new lingerie set. I sat on
the bed and stared at her as she slid the stockings up her smooth
tanned legs. We shared a giggle as she fumbled with the clasps of her
garter straps, struggling as always to clasp the back of her stockings.
"Do you need a hand?" I asked. 

"I thought you'd never ask," she played. She slowly scooted her round
butt towards the foot of the bed, and I slowly caressed her leg from
heel to ass before I finally clasped her garter. She finally turned
around and exclaimed, as if I had not been watching her through the
full length mirror on the wall directly across from the foot of our
King bed, "What do you think?" 

"You are the sexiest woman alive," I said to her. "I would do anything
for you." 

She replied, "I know you would, and that is why I love you so damn
much. Now let's try out the new WeVibe!"

She was at least as excited as I was. I immediately pulled her close
and had her straddle me as I embraced her and gave her a long, deep
kiss. I caressed her nylon clad legs as she proceeded to grind on my
lap, but I was already rock hard. I relished the vision of my sexy wife
mounting me in the mirror. I grabbed her ass with both hands and gave
it a big squeeze. She squealed in delight. Victoria ripped off my shirt
and we fell to the bed. She hopped off me and quickly released the
button to my pants and removed both them and my boxers in a quick tug. 

I again sat up so I could watch in the mirror. She straddled me once
again, and put her delicious breasts to my face, allowing me to bury my
head in them, only surfacing for air. I flipped her to the bed, and
proceeded to explore every inch of her body from neck to thigh with my
tongue. Victoria moaned in pleasure, but I knew it was more for my
benefit than a sound of delight.

I traced the lines of her thong with my tongue, ever so delicately
awakening her vagina. She began to push back against my face. Once she
was warmed up, I pulled aside her panties and made several full length
swipes of her vagina with my tongue, making sure to put extra pressure
on the hood of her clitoris. This time, she did moan in pleasure.

I continued the routine until she became frustrated and pulled me up
for a sloppy kiss, licking her juices from my face. She rarely got off
from oral. She'd often get close, but as she reached her peak,
everything would become too sensitive and she'd stop me from
continuing. Alas, here we were again.

I grabbed the WeVibe, lubed it up, and slid it into place in Victoria's
now slippery crevasse. I let her set the vibrations with the remote,
and then I helped her by rubbing her vagina with my hand while she
pressed back against me. We made out while she enjoyed the feeling of
the vibrations hitting her directly on the clit and traveling into her
hole. Her moans increased in pace, but were practically a whisper, like
she didn't want anyone to know that she was actually enjoying this.
After a few minutes, she finally bucked her hips once, pressing her
vagina into my hand for several seconds, before letting out one final
moan. A minor orgasm! I considered this a good day. 

She recovered her breath for half a minute before rolling over to the
nightstand and grabbing me a condom. I put it on and positioned myself
on the edge of the bed, back in front of the mirror. Victoria strutted
back around, making sure I was able to see all of her curves move and
bounce and she prepared to mount my fully erect cock. She straddled me
once more, pulled her thong to the side, and positioned my dick at the
entrance to her tunnel.

Victoria then bottomed out in one quick movement, taking all of my six
inches at once. She rode me in that position for a few minutes, putting
on a show on my behalf. I could tell her legs were tiring, so I sat up
to help her by supporting her ass with my hands. It also had the added
benefit of me being able to watch in the mirror while her vagina
swallowed my dick whole. 

I loved watching from his position. I could see her entire glorious
backside, but all I saw of me were my legs and my dick inside her
beautiful vagina. It made it easy for me to fantasize that she was
fucking another man, so that's exactly what I did. I pretended that I
was watching her enjoy fucking a complete stranger.

After about a minute, it was too much fantasy for me to take and I held
her down, taking my dick to the hilt, and I emptied my balls into her
vagina. Into the condom was more accurate. We fell into a heap on the
bed and cuddled for a few minutes before getting up and showering off.
I was satisfied, but my head was still filled with filthy thoughts of
Victoria fucking another man. I really needed help one way or another.
I was starting to become obsessed. 

It had been a few weeks since the trip to Castle Megastore, and several
unremarkable love making sessions later when the idea that would change
our lives finally struck me. I want to say that I had given her
proposal a lot of thought, but between work and life, I hadn't really
thought about trying to find someone who she could not fall in love
with. At least not much. This one particular Friday, however, the
answer finally hit me like a ton of bricks. 

Her parents had come over for dinner, as we had them over once a month
to catch up and spend time together. I was speaking to her dad, Papa
Joe, as we call him, when Victoria excused herself to make another
drink. As she left the table, I watched as Papa Joe's eyes ever so
slightly diverted from our conversation to watch his daughter as she
sauntered over to the kitchen to fix another cocktail. 

I remembered a similar situation from a story I had read on Literotica
when a man convinced his wife to have sex with her Dad. This was it!
This was my eureka moment. I would convince Victoria somehow to have
sex with Papa Joe. That slight loss of concentration where his eyes
followed his own daughter's ass gave him away. Now, if I could only
convince Victoria. 

The rest of the evening was a blur. I couldn't focus on anything but
the filthy thoughts that had buried themselves in my brain like a worm.
How would I even begin to broach the subject with Victoria. She'd
definitely have to be buzzed. Good thing she was already several
cocktails in.

I suggested one more as a nightcap after her parents said their
goodbyes and departed for the evening, and thankfully she accepted. I
made sure to put a little extra vodka in her vodka cranberry. Not
enough to get her wasted, but just enough to loosen her inhibitions,
and hopefully help to get me laid before bed. We sat on the couch by
the fireplace enjoying our drinks and each other's company, admiring
her beautiful face and her amazing body in the sexy but fairly
conservative maxi dress that she was wearing. I finally worked up the
courage to bring up Papa Joe.

"So babe, I noticed something tonight, and it gave me an idea that I
haven't been able to get out of my head. Please hear me out before you
stop me. So at one point during dinner tonight, you got up to go to the
kitchen for another drink. Well, I couldn't help but notice your Dad
all but gawking at your ass as you walked away. But it was then that I
realized, he's perfect."

"Aaron, I know where this is headed...please don't say it," Victoria
pleaded. 

"Seriously though," I continued, "you'd never fall in love with him in
that way and you couldn't leave me for him. He's perfect...please
consider it, for me."

"I can't believe you are suggesting that I have sex with my own father,
do you hear yourself right now, Aaron? What makes you think I would
EVER consider this? Not to mention, that I don't believe for one second
that he was staring at my ass. It was probably all in your perverted
little head. More importantly, how would we even make it happen between
us? Its not like we can just straight up ask him to fuck me."

"Good point. I didn't quite think that through," I relented. "But
listen...he's a good looking guy. He's in shape, he's only in his 50s,
AND... he already loves you. Trust me when I say, he would definitely
be interested. I'm sure we could figure out how to get him to make a
move."

Victoria still wasn't convinced, but at least I had the seed planted.
She claimed that she was tired from preparing and serving dinner, and
that she was heading to bed. I wasn't getting lucky that night, so I
reluctantly joined her in bed, but my mind was racing and I couldn't
even begin to sleep. I tossed and turned for an hour, desperately
trying to come up with a way to both prove to Victoria that her dad
would in fact be interested in her sexually and then somehow get them
in a situation where they could act on those desires. 

Once Victoria was asleep I made my way to the home office and began to
consult some professionals. I logged into Literotica and read for
hours. Loving wives, taboo/incest, story after story. Some good, some
average...some helpful, some unbelievable. But even such, just a short
while ago I would have considered my situation unbelievable. I couldn't
believe I even brought it up to Victoria. It could have totally blown
up in my face, so all things considered, I was doing pretty well. 

Finally I came across a story with a similar situation. It was almost
too perfect. At next month's dinner I would set up a hidden camera to
capture Papa Joe's reactions to Victoria. She'd have to pull out all
the stops...elaborate dinner, and dressed to the nines. It would be
tough to convince her, but I was confident that if I could pull that
off, my dream of seeing her with another man was as good as done. 

I retreated to the bedroom, finally satisfied that I had a plan. I
joined Victoria in bed and noticed that she had quite the satisfied
grin as I kissed her goodnight. I could only imagine what she was
dreaming of, but I knew exactly what images would be flooding my dreams
that evening. I couldn't wait to get up and start making them a
reality. 

When I finally got up, I was eager to fill Victoria in on my plans, but
decided not to bombard her first thing in the morning, and to just let
last night's conversation marinate in her mind. I needed to be
convincing but not overbearing. I needed her to want it as much as me,
otherwise the efforts were pointless. If she felt pressured or
disgusted by the act, she would never actually enjoy herself, which was
the primary reason for wanting this to happen in the first place.
Obviously, I would enjoy the visuals of her fucking another man either
way, but what I really wanted was to see her achieving pure sexual
bliss. 

I was encouraged by the fact that even though she said no, she
continued explaining why it wouldn't work. She did not say that she was
disgusted by the idea.. This told me that she might be able to be
convinced to be open to it, but maybe was just doubtful of being able
to pull it off. I continued to plan things over in my head the next few
days, making sure not to mention anything sexual to Victoria in the
slightest. I could tell that she was actually visibly bothered by my
sudden "lack" of sex drive. Inside I was a complete mess, but outside I
played it cool. 

Victoria, on the other hand, was unusually sexual. Lots of touching,
hugging, light petting, deep kisses randomly throughout the day. It was
clear she was getting herself worked up. I rolled with her advances,
but never followed through on them. It took all of my effort to hold
back. I could tell it was driving her mad. Meanwhile, I had been
combing through my plan with a fine toothed comb, desperate to ensure
there were no holes or weak spots. 

Victoria Takes on Her Father

by AshRynn87 (UID 5640509)

https://www.literotica.com/s/victoria-takes-on-her-father

A wife fucks her father at the urging of her husband.

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I decided to use my frequent business trips as an excuse. I had monthly
trips that would take me out of town for several days at a time. I'd
usually drive if it was only a few hours away, but sometimes I'd fly.
This would give Papa Joe the opportunity to come over and make his move
unencumbered. The real trick was getting him alone with Victoria on
other pretenses.

Victoria typically tells her mom everything. They are like best
friends, always on the phone, or texting. They have talked several
times about her sexual frustration and how it was a strain on our
marriage. I decided to use that to my advantage. Playing into the fact
that I would have Victoria dress and act outwardly sexual during our
next dinner, I would confront her mom after the dinner and ask her to
have Papa Joe check in on Victoria during my next business trip under
the guise that I was concerned about our marriage. Just a small well
being check from Papa Joe on his way home from work. Our house was on
his way home anyway. Once I had them both alone in the house, it would
be up to Victoria to convince him to seal the deal. 

It had been two weeks since I had originally proposed the idea to
Victoria. She was obviously horny, which she would get on occasion if
it had been awhile since we had had sex. Two weeks was the longest we
had gone since we got married. I was a ball of nerves. I had
masturbated a few times, but it had done nothing to quell my thoughts
of Victoria with Papa Joe. 

Finally, one Friday evening, Victoria grabbed my hand as we were
enjoying drinks on the couch and watching a movie. "Tell me how it
would work," she said quietly. 

My eyes got wide and my heart leaped into my throat. Did she just say
what I think she said? I didn't want to be presumptuous, but my heart
rate just about doubled. I hadn't had butterflies in my stomach like
this since the time I first asked Victoria on a date. 

She turned toward me and grabbed my hand with both of hers and looked
me right in the eyes. "You know what I mean. I know you have everything
planned out. Tell me how to make it work with my Dad. I want to give it
a try." 

I couldn't believe this was happening. I was stupefied. It was like my
brain went to complete mush. My greatest sexual desire was coming true.
My wife had agreed to have sex with another man. The fact that the man
we had chosen was her father made it doubly exciting. Two forbidden
acts in one single deed. 

I finally gathered myself and started revealing my plan to her, talking
at what had to be a million miles a minute. Not only did she keep up,
but she seemed genuinely interested and impressed. She agreed that over
the next two weeks that she would play up the sex and marital issues
with her mom when they talked, laying the groundwork for the request at
the next dinner. We made plans for what she would wear and how she
should act, walking a fine line between loving daughter and sexual
temptress. 

We used her upcoming birthday as an excuse for a fancier dinner than
usual. She would break out the fine china and silverware and make an
elaborate steak and lobster dinner. Victoria decided on a fabulous
dress that she wore to a friend's wedding a few years ago. Nothing too
fancy, but it showed her off in all the right places. Hemmed at
mid-thigh and deep cleavage, it was almost painted onto her finely
toned body. It was a silvery gray number that she would pair with 5
inch black pumps. I could hardly wait, and even more importantly, I
could tell that she was eager too. 

After all the planning was done, the sexual tension between us was
through the roof. We tore each other's clothes off and I had her right
there on the couch, where in a few weeks, I hoped her Dad would be
doing the same. Again, she didn't orgasm, but we did end up a hot,
sweaty mess by time we were through. We retreated to bed and both fell
asleep completely satisfied. 

The day of Victoria's birthday dinner had finally arrived. I actually
did most of the cooking as she prepared herself, both mentally and
physically, to plant the seeds of seduction into her father's head. If
he responded like I expected, there would be no way that he didn't
confirm my beliefs to Victoria before the night was over. As I prepared
the dinner, I set up a small hidden nanny camera in the dining room,
facing Papa Joe's normal seat. I would definitely be getting proof of
his lustful incestuous stares at my wife and his daughter. 

Victoria came down from our room about 30 minutes before her parents
were set to arrive to lay out the table settings. I turned around as I
heard her stilettos making the distinctive "clip clop" on the hardwood
floor. My jaw hit the floor when I saw her. She was absolutely
stunning. Flawless natural makeup, with just a hint of shadowy eyes.
And that dress! I could bounce a quarter off her ass. I gave her a deep
kiss and smacked her ass as she walked past. 

"Ah ah, not tonight," she said. "I'm saving myself for my Daddy." 

My knees almost gave out. "Holy fuck, that is the fucking hottest thing
I have ever heard you say," I somehow managed to stutter. 

"I thought that might get a rise out of you," she snickered with a
wink. 

I couldn't take my eyes off of her as she set the table. As I was
staring, the smoke alarm went off. "Jesus, you're so hot, you set off
the smoke alarm," I commented.

"I think you better check your steaks there, Bobby Flay," she retorted.


That evil minx. She knew I hated Bobby Flay. I responded by butchering
one of my favorite Ari Gold quotes from Entourage, "Nobody makes my
wife eat at Bobby Flay's," but it went straight over her head. We both
got back to the tasks at hand and awaited the arrival of her parents. 

Her parents finally arrived, and we both greeted them at the door with
hugs like we hadn't seen them in months. Everything was always a big
how-to-do with Victoria's family. We made small talk in the foyer until
I took the bottle of wine from Salma, Victoria's mother, and led
everyone to the dining room. As we turned, I heard Salma remark to her
daughter, "That's quite the dress Mija, you look beautiful, but I feel
under-dressed." Victoria set her at ease and told her that she felt
like doing something fancy for her birthday but didn't want to trouble
them with dressing up, and that she was perfectly happy to have them as
they were.

Everyone took their places at the table and Victoria and I began to
serve dinner. Victoria made everyone cocktails while I got the dinner
ready to serve. The steaks filled the room with a savory aroma that you
would expect from an old Italian steakhouse. I served Salma and myself
and then took a seat to chat with Papa Joe. Victoria returned with her
and Papa Joe's plates, but as she served him, she made a deliberate
effort to bend at the waist and give him an eyeful of her bountiful
cleavage. 

I was amused and almost let out a little snort as Papa Joe performed
the move that all guys think they have mastered, but really is quite
obvious. He continued to look straight ahead, but his eyes were
obviously looking right down his daughter's dress. He was clearly
taking in her wonderfully plump DDs that were now on show, unknowingly,
just for him. Victoria lingered and then left to grab her plate and
returned. 

Everyone thoroughly enjoyed the dinner, drinks, and conversation. As we
were celebrating Victoria's birthday early, her parents had brought a
gift, so we began to clear the table. Victoria repeated her display for
Papa Joe in reverse, but as she rose, she stumbled just a bit in her
high heels. As she regained her balance with the help of the table,
Papa Joe brazenly steadied her by placing his hand on her hip, letting
it linger longer than any father should with his daughter.

I let out a little smirk as I returned to my seat. Victoria then
approached me and asked to help her prepare another round of drinks in
the kitchen. We retreated to the kitchen and she ever so casually
whispered in my ear, "Did you see that? He just grabbed my ass when I
stumbled."

"I know," I replied. "Did you plan that? He's been staring at your tits
all night." 

"No," she admitted. "But you definitely have me convinced that he's at
least somewhat interested. No need to show me your secret nanny cam
recording." 

I laughed, almost a little too loudly.

"You have my permission to proceed with the rest of the set up," she
said. 

I gave her a kiss on the cheek and returned with the drinks, leaving
one for Victoria to deliver to Papa Joe. Somehow everything had gone
perfectly. We enjoyed the rest of the evening celebrating Victoria, her
continually teasing her poor father and Salma otherwise oblivious to my
wife's advances on her husband. I was getting so worked up watching the
display. I had to give myself a few extra seconds when we got up to
conclude the evening and say our goodbyes. 

As we walked back to the foyer, I gave Victoria and Papa Joe some one
on one time at the door as I held back Salma to have our important
chat. This was the make or break part of the evening. If Victoria had
done her part over the past two weeks setting the stage with our so
called "marital issues," Salma should be eager to send Papa Joe to
check on their baby girl. 

"Hey Mom, can I have a quick chat?" I asked her. We hung back by the
kitchen, out of sight from Victoria and her Dad. "I'm sure Victoria has
told you, but things have been a little stale between us lately," I
remarked. 

"She did mention that you two had been having some troubles," she
responded.

I solemnly nodded and looked at my feet, hoping I was selling it. "I
was wondering if you could have Papa Joe come by and check on Victoria
while I'm away on my trip next week. I typically get back on Friday,
but wasn't able to get a flight that evening, and won't be returning
until Saturday morning," I told her. "I just want to make sure she's
OK. She shouldn't be alone for too long. That's not asking too much of
you guys, is it?" 

"Nonsense," Salma exclaimed. "You know we would do anything for you
two. I'll have Joe swing by on his way home from work."

"Thank you so much," I said as I gave her a big hug. "You have no idea
how much this means. Victoria will be thrilled to have a visit while
I'm away." 

We rejoined Victoria and her father in the foyer. We said our goodbyes
interlaced with hugs. Victoria made sure to give Papa Joe a big kiss on
the cheek while pressing her perfect voluptuous breasts against his
chest, causing her cleavage to spill out of the top of her dress even
more. She casually lifted a leg just like a starlet in the Hollywood
movies would do, causing quite the scene, and all but forcing Papa Joe
to wrap his arms around her perfect ass to steady themselves before she
clumsily knocked them over. Victoria casually played it off as having a
few too many vodka cranberries. Her parents finally made their way to
their car and we closed the door on them and the make or break evening,
hoping the groundwork was laid. 

"You magnificent, filthy girl!" I exclaimed as I embraced her tightly
while lifting her by grabbing her tight butt and twirling her in a
circle before gently setting her back to the ground. 

"How did it go with my Mom?" she asked eagerly, an almost desperate,
pleading look on her face. 

"As well as we could have hoped," I responded. She couldn't agree fast
enough to send Papa Joe over to check on you. She'd do anything to
"save" our marriage." I couldn't believe the sudden change in my wife.
I had never seen her like this before. She was absolutely radiant. I
could literally see her becoming flush with color from her breasts to
her face. She wanted this more than I had hoped.

"Great!" she exclaimed. "I can't believe I actually did that. I was so
nervous the entire night. How did I do?" 

I almost scoffed. "Um, you were incredible. Your Dad couldn't take his
eyes off you, and your mom didn't seem to catch on to anything. It all
seemed very natural. I was actually impressed with how well you pulled
it all together." 

She shrunk away. "I felt like such a hussy. I thought everyone could
see right through me. My legs were practically shaking the entire
night. Everything was like a blur, I have no idea how I kept my
composure throughout it all," she admitted.

I reassured her, "You were amazing. You were dripping with class and
sex appeal. I don't think anyone could have done a better job under the
circumstances. I have never been so hot for you in my life. I literally
had to hide a hard-on all night long. I could take you right here,
right now in the doorway." 

That brought back her confidence and a tad of devilishness. "I know, my
panties are practically sopping wet. I'm surprised there's not a puddle
at my feet. But no, as horny as I am, I want to save myself for my Dad.
I want to ride this high as long as I can and make Friday night as
special as can be. I feel like a girl again about to lose my
virginity," she confessed. 

And there it was...said so casually and so candidly. I was already
being cuckolded by my wife. She had fully bought in to the idea of not
just having sex with another man, but cuckolding me with her own
father. At first I was stung by her rejection. I wanted her bad, and I
wanted her now, but deep down I knew that I wanted this fantasy to come
true even more. I would need to give her the space she requested. There
was no backing out now. I had opened Pandora's box...or Jocasta's box,
as it was. Soon, it would be Papa Joe delighting himself by opening up
Victoria's box. 

I knew these feelings would eventually work their way into my head. It
was important that I focused on the goal of providing my wife with an
opportunity to experience more sexual pleasure than she ever did with
me. More importantly, Victoria needed to be as excited about this as I
was if she was to truly enjoy herself. This was about her, I reminded
myself. I'll enjoy watching and hopefully hearing her cum with another
man. But this was why we chose Papa Joe. She wouldn't leave me for him.
This was all about her pleasure. I would have to choke down my newfound
insecurities. 

I kissed Victoria on her cheek and told her that I loved her. As we
cleaned up from dinner in mostly silence, I'd occasionally glance over
at her. She was glowing...obviously proud of her efforts this evening.
Rightfully so. We made our way to the bedroom and undressed. We cuddled
in bed for a bit while watching a show. Eventually we both drifted off
to sleep, her blissfully, myself anxious. Tomorrow would begin our
preparations for the final chapter of this book, starting with me
calling in sick for my business trip and loading the house with several
more nanny cams. 

The next several days were a blur. I got busy setting up the cameras
while Victoria built her courage and maintained her sexual tension by
being overtly handsy with me, flaunting her amazing body that I could
now just observe and not touch. She was driving me wild. I had to make
sure the camera placement was perfect. They had to be unseen by Papa
Joe, yet be positioned well enough that I did not miss any of the
action. I instructed Victoria on the location of the cameras and where
the best viewing angles would be. I told her to do her best to make the
videos look good, but her priority should be herself. I also made sure
to keep my car in the garage so it appeared that I was on my trip. 

Finally the day had come. It was Friday, the day Salma promised she
would send Papa Joe to check on Victoria to make sure she was coping
with my absence. I was making the final preparations with the house
while Victoria pampered herself and prepared her body for her Dad and
her incestuous and adulterous evening. I made sure to park my car a few
blocks away in case Papa Joe went into the garage for some reason. 

Victoria bathed with bath salts, shaving her entire body, ensuring she
was as smooth as the day she was born. I watched her as she
painstakingly applied lotion to every inch of her skin. She smelled
like heaven with her Victoria's Secret Pear Glacé lotion, the same
scent she used to wear when we started dating. It was obvious that she
was enjoying getting ready for her Dad and it was making me crawl out
of my skin. 

She oozed sex appeal. She obviously knew that I was watching her as she
slowly massaged the lotion into her breasts. She even went as far to
give me a devious wink as she dabbed her neck and wrists with perfume
before giving one last spray to her vagina. Victoria painstakingly
applied her eye liner and lipstick, taking great care as she observed
her reflection in the mirror. Then, once she was satisfied, she slowly
sauntered over to me, purposefully stepping one foot directly in front
of the other, ensuring her hips popped as she walked. 

She leaned over me on the bed and planted a deep, passionate kiss on my
mouth. "Thank you for making this day happen," she said. "I wouldn't
have found this sexual energy if it wasn't for your insistence. I know
you're enjoying taking in the sight of me getting ready, but I'd really
like to be alone with my thoughts for this next part. I've picked out
something special to wear for my Dad, and I want him to be the first to
see me in it. I hope you understand." 

My stomach sunk, and my heart leaped. The time was really here. I
couldn't stop this even if I wanted to. My Victoria was doing this with
or without me. I quietly and somewhat sheepishly returned her kiss. "Of
course baby. I love you. Do whatever you need," I choked out. 

As I left the room and closed the door behind me, I was shaking. I had
never been so nervous. The anticipation was excruciating. I had finally
gathered my courage as I heard her turn on some music to ready herself.
TLC's "Red Light Special," how appropriate I thought. I knew it was
deliberate on her part. She had often said that Red Light Special
always got her in the mood for sex, but this time it was different. She
knew I was just outside the door and that I could hear it loud and
clear. She was getting ready for sex, and I was not invited, another
reminder that everything that was about to happen was my idea. 

I somehow made my way to the basement to plant myself in front of my
multi-screen computer. I pulled up all of the cameras and settled in
for my evening. This was it. The next time I saw my wife, she'd be a
new woman and I would be a cuckold. 

It was getting late. Almost 6:30. Papa Joe still had not arrived and I
had yet to see Victoria make her way into the view of any of the
cameras. I didn't know if she was still in our room, or if she was
elsewhere in the house. I almost fell out of my chair when I heard the
doorbell. 

Victoria finally appeared, almost out of thin air. She stood tall as
she sauntered to the door with a sense of determination and confidence.
I was dumbfounded at the sight of her, and at the same time incredibly
thankful that I had splurged on the high definition cameras. She was
breathtaking. I knew that she was drop dead gorgeous, but I had never
seen her like this, even in her bridal lingerie. All I could do was
stare as she appeared to move in slow motion. 

She wore the tightest of mini skirts. A gold sequined number that
hugged all of her curves and delightfully showed off her hips and
muscled ass. It was high waisted and came just up to her belly button,
but not so high that she didn't show off her belly piercing. It was so
short that it ever so slightly showed off the top of her tan stockings
and had a small slit at the top of her left leg, showing off just a bit
more. 

The stockings were so sheer that if it wasn't for the hint of stocking
top showing underneath her skirt, I wouldn't have known they were there
at all. I followed her legs down to her exquisite calves. Perfectly
toned and tanned ending in an incredibly high pair of tan pumps with a
double ankle strap. She had to take half steps as she was essentially
walking on her tip-toes. 

Victoria Takes on Her Father

by AshRynn87 (UID 5640509)

https://www.literotica.com/s/victoria-takes-on-her-father

A wife fucks her father at the urging of her husband.

Page 3 of 5 page(s) (20994 characters)

For her top, she was covered even less than she was by her skirt.
Victoria donned her breasts in a tight, gold, midriff revealing tank
top. Her abs glistened and flexed as she walked, a hint of glitter
shimmering in the light. Her breasts were fighting to break free, the
material straining beneath their weight. 

The entire outfit must have cost a small fortune. She certainly took
her time picking out her look for the evening. Victoria's long hair
cascaded over her shoulders. I thought to myself, "how would she
explain this sight to her father?" but she was confident as she reached
for the door handle. I sat back and watched the show begin. 

Papa Joe was visibly taken aback as Victoria greeted him. "Hi Daddy,
what brings you here?" she beamed, greeting him with a kiss on the
cheek. 

"Uh, um, just stopping by on my way home from work," he stuttered,
clearly not prepared for this level of sexuality from his daughter.
"Your mother suggested that we look in on you while Aaron was away on
his trip, but it looks like you were headed out." His eyes almost
bulged out of his head. It was taking all of his strength to not stare
at her tits right underneath his nose. 

"Oh this?" she motioned. "I was about to head out with some girlfriends
for birthday drinks." 

He deflated. "Oh, I see." 

She immediately picked him up. "Don't worry about that. Come on in. We
can have some drinks here. I can meet up with them another time." 

He played coy, but there was no way he was rejecting this invitation.
"Are you sure Mija? You've clearly gone through a lot of effort for
your evening." 

"You have no idea," I said to no one in particular. 

She insisted and dragged him to the couch. "Have a sit while I make us
some drinks," she said. She took his hand and led him to the living
room, making sure he was comfortable and visible in my cameras. She
strutted over to start the fireplace, and then disappeared to make
drinks. Papa Joe's eyes never left his daughter, craning his neck as
she walked into the kitchen, her stilettos making the distinct
clip-clop sound as she left her dad in a stupor. 

She returned with two highballs and a bottle of vodka as she delicately
took a seat next to her father, closer than any daughter should. She
crossed her legs toward Papa Joe and handed him his drink. "I'm glad
you came by, Daddy" she said. "It's been a lonely week with Aaron
gone." 

He leaned toward her, gathering her essence. "You know I'm always here
for you Mija. You can always count on me for anything." He paused, as
Victoria looked lovingly into his eyes. Papa Joe broke first. "Oh, I
think I found a table that matches what you told me you were looking
for," he exclaimed as he reached for his phone. As he opened a tab, a
soft moan escaped from his phone. 

"Uh, what was that Dad?" Victoria leered at him. 

"Oh, uh, nothing" he fumbled as he tried to get off the web page. 

Victoria quickly snatched the phone from his hands before he could
clear the page. She gave him a knowing glance. 

"Hey, I may be your father, but I'm still a man. Beside, your Mom knows
and occasionally watches with me" he stated defiantly.

"Does she know you are watching..." she paused and looked at the
phone..."Oldje, the world's number one site for Old/Young porn?" she
read off the site. "Dad! These girls are teenagers and the men are
older than you!" She looked at him bewildered. 

"Don't judge me, young lady," he scolded. "I like what I like, and I
don't judge you on your decisions" as he looked her up and down,
hinting at her revealing outfit. "Besides, I want to see men closer to
my age in porn. It makes it more realistic for me." 

Victoria rolled her eyes. "There's nothing realistic about teenagers
and grandpas, Dad, but here...enjoy your smut." She gave him a sly
look, finally approving of his discretion. 

The two continued with their drinks and small talk. Victoria looked
lovingly into her father's eyes, but not in a sexual way. It was more
like a little girl looking up to her hero. A hero she hoped to seduce.
She occasionally touched his leg or his arm as they talked like a
flirty schoolgirl, playing it off as because of her drink. Every now
and then she'd change how her legs were crossed, making sure her father
could hear the nylon rubbing together as she adjusted her position. 

She was putting on quite the show. Victoria was oozing the sex appeal
of a starlet, but not being overly sultry. She giggled at his jokes,
made a second round of drinks, and just drank in her father's presence
for the next 20 minutes. Papa Joe never took his eyes off of Victoria,
but to mine and Victoria's dismay, he was a total gentleman.

As they finished off their second round, Joe placed his cup on the
table and began to get up. "Thank you for the drinks, Mija, but I'll
let you get back to your evening." 

She grabbed him, "Nonsense!" She yelled, almost a little too
desperately. "This IS my evening. Why don't you sit and watch a movie
with me?" 

He looked conflicted. "What will I tell your mother?" He asked. He
could tell things were heading down a road he wasn't sure he was ready
to travel...already searching for excuses for his heart's forbidden
desires. 

"Tell her you checked on me and I asked you to stay and watch a movie,
silly! What else would you tell her?" Victoria knew she had him around
her little finger. A little more teasing and it would be time to make
her move. 

Victoria made a third round of drinks and settled back on the couch.
She grabbed the remote and threw on Netflix and searched for the
perfect movie. She settled on "The Postman Always Rings Twice," the
1980s version with Jessica Lange (still a stunner today, let alone in
her prime in the 80s). She started the movie, sat back in her seat,
reclined the couch, and laid her head on her Dad's shoulder. 

The movie played, but it was mostly background noise. The pair
continued to down their drinks, loosening their inhibitions, both
knowing what the other wanted, but neither willing to make the first
move. They chatted nervously throughout the movie. Victoria held her
father's hand ever so gently, but deliberately. As she settled into her
routine, her skirt slowly rose, showing more and more of her
tantalizing legs, now revealing the entirety of her stocking tops and
just a hint of a gold garter strap. She pretended not to notice, but
Papa Joe was mesmerized by her display. 

Just before the climactic sex scene came on the TV, Victoria moved her
and her father's hand to her thigh. Papa Joe was hesitant at first, but
then left it there as she moved her hand to her lap. This was it! The
moment of truth. How would her father respond? 

Victoria helped him along with a soft moan and a whimper as she felt
her father's hand rub along her nylon clad leg. She ever so slightly
bucked her hips, letting her hand brush her now nearly visible panties.
"That feels nice," she purred as she closed her eyes and bit her lip.
The two forbidden lovers on the TV were now in the throes of passion as
Papa Joe was faced with a decision of lust and morals. 

He knew what he wanted, and Victoria's intentions were glaringly
obvious, but once he crossed that line, there would be no going back.
Did she really want him, or was this just the wild actions of a
sexually frustrated housewife? A misread would be a disaster. Right on
cue, Victoria took the decision away from him. 

She placed her hand on his and moved it from her thigh and onto her
supple mound, only covered by the thinnest layer of lace. Only
millimeters of fabric separated Papa Joe's hand from the forbidden
fruit of his daughter's burning hot vagina. She moaned loudly as her
father finally gave into his incestuous desires, pressing his hand
against her most private of parts. 

Victoria's panties were now on full display as her skirt had now ridden
all the way up to her waist. They were a sheer nude with gold trim. You
could practically see straight through them. The strappy gold garter
belt made the perfect accent piece to her now fully on display sexual
overtones.

I imagined her picking out this outfit, specifically for the purpose of
seducing her father, then slowly putting it on while I slumped against
the outside of our bedroom door. Now, here was Papa Joe, enjoying his
daughter's love for him, pleasuring my wife while I watched from a
basement computer screen. 

Victoria pressed herself against her father's hand faster and harder.
Her pace showed that she was lost in her own personal world with her
Dad. He let her do all of the work. It wasn't so much what he was
doing, but the forbidden nature of everything he represented. There was
no stopping Victoria. She grabbed her Dad's hand and held it to her
vagina as she arched her back and moaned out "Yes Daddy, Yes!" 

She let out a small shiver as she cooed. Victoria had just orgasmed
with the help of her father. She continued to grind against his hand as
she came down for her euphoria. Her flushed face slowly returned to her
normal color as she rolled over toward Papa Joe and planted a huge deep
kiss, one that was normally reserved only for husband and wife, right
on his lips. 

Joe gave in and returned the effort, embracing his daughter as she
thanked him for making her cum. She pulled away and rose from the
couch. She grabbed his shirt by the bottom and pulled it over his head,
saying "I want to taste you Daddy!" 

I couldn't believe this was happening. I watched with my mouth agape as
Victoria removed her father's pants, leaving him on the couch in just
his boxer briefs as she stood and drank in the sight of him. Victoria
was still mostly clothed, with the exception of her still ridden up
skirt. 

Her father was in great shape for a man his age. He clearly still hit
the gym. He had a little pudge here and there from age, but for the
most part, he was fit at 5'10 and 170 pounds. It was obvious where
Victoria got her physique.

Joe kept his eyes locked on Victoria as she stood there, looking at his
nearly naked body. She broke the standoff by grabbing the hem of her
midriff tank top and pulled it up and over her head, never losing eye
contact with her Dad. Her bra was as exquisite as the rest of her
outfit. A completely sheer nude color trimmed and lines with gold
straps and accents. The only addition being a pair of embroidered
daisies covering the area of her protruding nipples. The darkness of
her areolas were visible through the sheer material around the edges of
the embroidered flowers. 

Victoria bent at her waist and slowly shimmied out of her skirt,
letting it fall to the floor. She then stood there in all her glory.
She was a goddess, built to please men, and right now there was only
one man in her world...her father. She was the epitome of sex appeal.
No man in the world could resist the advances of this woman. Men would
sell their souls to the devil, just to get a glimpse of her looking
like this. 

Her skin glowed, the gold accents of her lingerie highlighting all of
her curves, stockings softly caressing her muscled legs, six inch
stilettos causing her to stand on her toes, making her taut ass stand
at attention. Then, as if right on cue, she dropped to her knees and
gripped the waistband of her father's boxer briefs with both hands and
pulled them down. 

Victoria and I witnessed her father's manhood at the same time, but it
was only I who received the pleasure of watching her face on the video
cameras as she unleashed Papa Joe's fully erect cock. Her jaw fell open
in delicious anticipation and I couldn't be more happy in how this was
working out. 

Joe was no freak of cock, but compared to me, he was huge. Victoria
would definitely struggle to take all of this one eyed anaconda staring
back at her. From the look I got, I estimated his dick to be an
appetizing 8.5, maybe 9 inches long. The amazing part was the shape. At
the base, he was thicker than Victoria's wrist, slowly tapering to the
tip, which was still thick enough that she would barely be able to wrap
one hand completely around. 

Papa Joe already had darker skin than his daughter, but his dick was so
dark in contrast to the rest of him. It almost appeared black in the
video, except for the tip that was just barely showing above the top of
his uncircumcised foreskin; it had a pinkish hue. It protruded and
stared back at Victoria in stark contrast to the darkness of the rest
of his length. 

None of that caught my attention, however, like that of his enormous
testicles. They were the biggest I had ever seen. If my balls were the
size of a large grape, his had to be compared to that of a plum or a
billiard ball. They had to weigh almost a pound each. I couldn't
imagine walking around with that type of loaded weapon in my pants on a
daily basis. To say I was jealous was an understatement. I couldn't
even fathom how much sperm and semen he produced. If it had been awhile
since his last release, Victoria was in for a huge surprise. 

My wife stayed on her knees for a moment after freeing her Dad's
engorged cock from its enclosure. She spent a few seconds just taking
in the sight of it, a wide smile forming on her face. She gently
reached out, touching it for the first time. Victoria gracefully traced
the length of her father's cock with her fingertips, sending a shiver
up Papa Joe's spine. The sight of his daughter curiously examining his
cock was truly a sight to behold. It was something he could only
imagine in his wildest dreams, and now here he was, moments away from
reaching the promised land with his precious daughter. 

After Victoria had sufficiently examined Papa Joe's entire length with
her fingertips, she carefully traced a heart on the tip of her Dad's
cock with her perfectly manicured gold fingernail. She stood up and
made her way to the couch, kneeling next to her father. She flipped her
long brown hair over her shoulder and bent down over her father's lap,
bringing her face inches from his fully erect cock. 

In that moment, Victoria briefly paused and looked directly at one of
my cameras with a devilish grin. She was silently speaking to me, and
her words were loud and clear. "This is what you have been wanting and
begging me for all this time. I am doing this because you asked me to,
but now I want it just as bad. Enjoy the show I'm about to give you."

With that one look she spoke so many words to me. But in an instant,
she returned her attention to her father, and it was painfully obvious
that any thoughts of me had been completely erased from her mind. For
the rest of the night, her body and soul belonged to one man, her
loving Dad. She finally closed the distance between her lips and the
head of her father's cock, slowly parting her lips and caressing the
pink head with her gorgeous, plump lips, leaving a small trail of
saliva as she kissed his dick for the first time. 

I leaned back in my chair, mouth still agape from the beauty of the
sight unfolding before my eyes. "Good for you babe" I said aloud. "Good
for you. Enjoy him." The visions being broadcast across my screens were
a fantasy come true. 

My wife looked like a high class escort, in all her impeccable
lingerie, purchased specifically with her father in mind, perched on
the sofa with the length of her father's cock in one hand while the
other supported her weight. Her mouth delicately working the head of
his penis, allowing her drool to drip down and coat the upper half of
his length. 

Papa Joe's cock glistened in the light from his own daughter's saliva.
He leaned back and enjoyed the sight of his daughter, probably even
more than I was. He ran his hand through her hair as she finally
lowered her head and swallowed his first three inches. "Oh, Mija," he
moaned. 

Victoria sucked his cock as she moved her head back to the tip, letting
it pop from her mouth with an audible "plop." She then lowered her head
all the way in Joe's lap and licked his entire length, from balls to
tip, leaving a shiny trail of spit where her tongue had caressed her
father's length. She continued exploring every inch of his manhood with
her tongue, coating her hand and his dick with her drool until the
entire thing shined an almost glistening onyx color. The contrast of
her red lips and tongue against the darkness of her father's cock was
too much. I could no longer resist and I pulled down my pants, took my
inferior cock in my own hand and began stroking myself. 

Once Victoria had her dad's cock thoroughly lubed with her own spit,
she began to work as much of the length as she could into her mouth,
reaching the back of her throat after the first 4 or 5 inches. She
could never deep-throat me during oral. Not because she couldn't handle
it, but because my length would end right at the beginning of her
throat. Unable to push me past her gag reflex, she usually just took
most of me into her mouth and left it at that. Nevertheless, she was
still an amazing cocksucker. My strongest orgasms always came from her
blow jobs. 

It was obvious that she was determined to go farther with her father
than she had been able with me. Papa Joe was in for the ride of his
life. Victoria slowly struggled to take as much of his length and girth
as she could. Centimeter by centimeter, she slowly got more of him into
her mouth, pushing past her gag reflex and distinctly showing the
outline of her father's cock in her throat. She continued down his
length until her lips were spread as wide as she could around the base
of his enormous manhood. She flicked her tongue at his melon shaped
balls, while keeping her head buried in his lap, and his cock buried
deep in her throat. 

She held herself there for what felt like an eternity, enjoying the
complete fullness her dad provided. She finally rose off of his dick
with a loud gasp for air, spittle and drool cascading from her mouth
and small tears forming in the corners of her eyes. She looked at her
father and he looked at her, caressing her face with his hand, admiring
her beauty. 

Victoria regained her composure and attacked her father's cock with her
mouth and a newfound determination. She worked him with her mouth and
both hands simultaneously. She was slobbering up and down his entire
shaft, occasionally taking his whole length, now seemingly gliding down
her throat effortlessly, only straining her lips to capture all of him
at the base of his shaft. She worked faster and faster, working her
father into a sweat. 

Papa Joe moaned and groaned in pleasure, frequently complimenting his
daughter on her superb cock sucking skills. Finally, her dad arched his
back and his enormous balls twitched as they rose up toward the base of
his cock. He spasmed as he released all of his seed into his daughter's
eager mouth. 

Victoria clamped her lips over the tip of her dad's cock, while she
continued to work the rest of his shaft with both of her hands. She
savored every sweet and salty spurt of his hot sticky cum, and did her
best to take everything he had in her mouth. It was too much for her,
however, and several streams of gooey white cum dribbled out of her
mouth, down her chin, and down the length of her father's dark cock. 

Once her dad's spasms ended, she pulled her head off of his cock and
looked him directly in the eyes so that he could take in the sight of
his sexpot daughter. What he saw was a beautiful young woman with her
mouth slightly open, holding an overflowing mouthful of his hot, sticky
cum. She let some more flow out of her mouth and down her chin, landing
on her breasts before finally closing her mouth and swallowing all of
it in one large gulp. 

Victoria licked her lips with satisfaction as what appeared to be
several ounces of her father's cum made its way down her throat and
into her belly, warming her from the inside out. Victoria playfully
fingered the splashes of cum that landed on her breasts, making an even
bigger mess of her chest and once immaculate bra, before bringing her
finger to her mouth and sucking it clean. Satisfied with the blow job
she just provided her dad, she gracefully stood up in front of Papa Joe
and said "Daddy, I need your dick inside of me," as she rubbed and
motioned to her now swollen pussy. 

Victoria Takes on Her Father

by AshRynn87 (UID 5640509)

https://www.literotica.com/s/victoria-takes-on-her-father

A wife fucks her father at the urging of her husband.

Page 4 of 5 page(s) (21130 characters)

Papa Joe had an almost disappointed look wash over him. "I'm sorry
Mija," he said regretfully. "I haven't been able to perform twice in
one night in a long time. I'm afraid you've taken everything I have to
give, darling." 

Victoria frowned, cocked her head to the side defiantly, and placed her
hands on her hips. "That's because you didn't have me to encourage
you," she said as she flashed him a smile and a wink. 

Papa Joe let out a big breath of air as he straightened himself and sat
up on the sofa. I had never seen Victoria this determined. She had
never wanted a dick this badly in her life. It was like watching a
woman possessed. Victoria popped her hips to the left and flung her
hair over her shoulder as she reached behind her back with her right
hand, unclasping her bra in one swift motion. She slowly let the straps
fall down over her shoulders. As the bra freed her massive breasts from
its clutches, she held the sheer cups up with her left arm ever so
briefly before letting it fall to the floor between her and her father.


Although the bra left nothing to the imagination, Papa Joe sat
transfixed as he now saw his daughters perfectly shaped breasts
unencumbered for the first time. His now half flaccid cock, still
engorged with blood from Victoria's expert blow job, twitched at the
sight of her. She hooked her thumbs onto the sides of her thong
panties, which she smartly wore over her garter straps to provide easy
access, and pulled them to her knees as she bent at the waist. 

Victoria stood and let them fall freely to her ankles, still adorned in
her double clasp stilettos. She stepped out with her left leg and then
kicked back her right, bringing the thong up to her right hand in the
process. She put her left hand on her hip and popped her right hip out,
extending her right hand, thong dangling from one finger. It was
practically dripping wet with her juices. She leaned in towards her dad
and dropped them right on his face, giving him a smell of a wonderfully
mixed aroma of pear scented perfume and her essence. 

Joe closed his eyes and allowed the smell to wash over him. He opened
them and witnessed his daughter's now bare vagina and breasts standing
right in front of him. His dick began to stir, but it still laid along
his left thigh. Victoria stood in front of her father, completely naked
save for her stockings and strappy gold and sheer garter belt. 

She was a sight to behold. Tanned. Muscled. Glistening with the
beginnings of sweat on her abs and breasts, mixed with the remnants of
her father's cum that had spilled out of her mouth and onto her chest.
Victoria took a step towards her father and placed one leg on the side
of him on the sofa. She then straddled him with the other, slowly
lowering herself to his lap so that his now half erect cock rested
right between her butt-cheeks. She leaned forward and buried her
father's head right between her breasts, letting him devour all he
could. 

Victoria practically smothered him with her giant chest pillows as she
leaned forward, kissed his neck, and nibbled on his ear. She whispered
something to her father, and by time she sat back up, Papa Joe's cock
was once again fully erect, spreading her ass cheeks and poking up
underneath the back of her garter belt. Victoria had proved her point
and now she would take what she wanted...her father's fully erect 9
inch cock in her dripping wet pussy. The grand finale was about to
begin. 

I had enjoyed the show thus far, but everything up to now had just been
teasing and foreplay. Sure, they had both cum, but for the most part,
the sanctity of our marriage remained intact...for now. She had not yet
taken another man inside her. I leaned forward in my seat, conflicted
by my emotions. I was so engrossed by my wife's display of sexuality
that I was begging for her to continue. 

At the same time, it was becoming shockingly apparent to me that
Victoria was right. This would change our relationship, forever. There
is no taking this back. In a few moments, my wife would officially be
an adulteress and my cuckold transformation will be complete. She had
never been this sure of herself with me, and there was no way that she
wouldn't want to have another experience like this after tonight. She
now belonged to her father and his enormous manhood, that as I sat
there watching, rested in the most private of places that a man and
woman could share. 

I fought through my shame and my insecurities and continued to stroke
my average sized dick. At least I had felt average until I saw my wife
with her father. I had always told her that I was inadequate, but now
that was painfully true. Would I ever have the pleasure of having sex
with my wife again? Only time would tell, but at this moment she wasn't
thinking of me or our marriage. She was trapped in her lustful thoughts
for the heavy penis that pressed against her backside and the
unfathomably large balls that rested beneath the shaft. Victoria was
lost in sexual bliss. It was everything I had asked for, whether or not
I was prepared to witness it. 

Victoria lifted herself from her father's lap, still straddling him,
her breasts now just above Papa Joe's head. His dick traveled the
length of her crack as she rose, caressing her privates before
violently snapping toward his abdomen, crashing with a loud and heavy
thud. Victoria reached between her legs with her right hand and stood
up her father's cock, placing it just inches away from the entrance to
her juicy, hungry lips. 

The dark brown of Papa Joe's shaft and the pink of the head stood out
from the supple tan of my wife's vagina. She began to lower herself
towards it, a monument of sexuality, waiting for a sex goddess to
impale herself with it. She nestled the tip just between her lips,
allowing the flowing juices from her vagina to flow down onto the head.
Victoria adjusted her hand, spread her lips, and eagerly guided the
rest of this monster into her desperate vulva. 

She only lowered herself a few inches, but she let out the most
satisfied moan. She was in heaven. Papa Joe was stretching her to
limits she didn't know she had. Only a quarter of his length had
penetrated her, but she was already experiencing a fullness she had not
known the likes of previously. 

I observed my screens in stunned silence while I fervently stroked my
penis. I was approaching my point of no return. I had no clue how Papa
Joe was lasting any longer. He clearly was more experienced and more of
a man than I could ever hope to be. He was the rightful owner of my
wife's pussy. I could never hope to win it back. She would now forever
be her father's sexual play toy. 

I would be relegated to being just a provider for her. I could already
picture my future...dick locked in a cage, my only sexual release
coming from watching other men please my wife. It was a situation
created by my own doing. There was no one to blame except for myself.
However this ended up for me, I would need to accept it for what it
was.

Victoria placed her hands on her father's chest as she rotated her hips
forward and back in an attempt to take as much of his cock in her that
she could manage. Her moans of pleasure were loud and deliberate. I
didn't need the cameras to hear her; I could hear my wife being
pleasured by her father's huge dick through the floor above me. 

She was only a little over halfway down his cock, the same length she
had ever reached with me. She was panting hard. Sweat dripped off her
face. Her breasts pressed against her father's chest as she wrapped her
hands around his shoulders and clawed at his back with her nails. "Oh
my God, Daddy!" she moaned. "I've never been this full." 

Papa Joe didn't respond. He didn't need to. He just smiled a knowing
grin, satisfied that his baby girl was having the best sex of her
life...and that he still had three more inches to give her. He grabbed
her firmly by the hips and helped her press downward onto his swollen
cock. 

"Oh fuck! Fuck! Holy shit!" Victoria screamed. He was now pressed fully
against her cervix. Papa Joe continued to help Victoria bounce
forcefully up and down on his dick, but she still couldn't get down on
the last two inches. Her dad got two full handfuls of her hips and
rotated them backward, forcing her butt out and causing her to fall
forward towards him. Victoria's cervix shifted, and the tip of Joe's
cock forced its way past. 

She finally fell the last two inches into her father's lap, finally
bottoming out on Papa Joe's 9 inches. She screamed in a mixture of
pleasure and pain as her whole body convulsed in one mind blowing
orgasm. "Oh yes, fuck, yes daddy, I'm cumminggggggg!" She screamed. 

Her father finally responded to her screams of ecstasy, "yes baby, cum,
cum all over my dick." He demanded. 

"Yes daddy," Victoria whimpered as her body continued to shake.

Victoria came with a force I had never seen before. It was the first
time she ever experienced an orgasm from vaginal penetration. Her whole
body quaked as she drowned in pleasure. After almost a full minute of
experiencing a full body orgasm, she finally caught her breath and once
again began to bounce up and down on her dad's dick. 

"I need you to cum for me, daddy," she purred as she looked deep into
his eyes. "Fill me with your cum." 

I couldn't believe it. Victoria was on the pill, but she hated it when
I came inside her. She'd always complain that it would leak from her
for the next day or two. She usually had me wear a condom or pull out,
even though pregnancy wasn't a risk. Hearing her ask for her dad's cum
was all I could take. 

I pumped my cock until I came on the floor, semen dribbling from my
dick and resting in a small puddle by my feet. It was probably only
about a teaspoon worth. Joe produced several times that earlier in the
evening. I could only guess how much he would shoot inside his
daughter's belly. 

"Yes baby girl, ride that dick," he commanded.

She obeyed her father, putting on a show for him, flipping her hair
over her head. She squeezed her breasts together and shoved her tits in
her dad's face. He sucked on them, letting them pop out of his mouth as
she bounced on his cock. "Yes daddy, I want you to cum again for me,"
she begged. "Fill me with your cum. I need to be full." 

His daughter begging him to fill her with his sperm finally pushed Joe
over the edge. "Oh fuck" he yelled. His balls spasmed. 

Victoria slammed herself all the way down on his cock, forcing her
dad's cock past her cervix and deep into her recesses. Deeper than I
had ever been; deeper than any man before him. 

With a loud grunt, Joe pumped his seed into his daughter. He grabbed
her ass tight, leaving hand-prints and scratch marks along her
backside. 

"Oh my God!" Victoria moaned as her pussy was flooded with her dad's
semen. "I can feel it." She shuddered as she once again buried her head
into Joe's chest. 

The couple breathed heavily as they embraced, neither yet coming down
from their mutual orgasm. Sticky white cum leaked from my wife's
swollen pussy and down the length of her father's cock, settling in a
large puddle around his massive balls. There was more cum dripping out
of Victoria than I had spilled on the floor. There was certainly a
greater amount still flooding her belly. 

Father and daughter locked in an embrace, matching each others breaths
as they recovered from their incestuous romp. Victoria took her
father's bottom lip in her mouth and nibbled on it. She then stuck her
tongue in his mouth and passionately kissed Papa Joe for the next
several minutes, his cock still buried inside her pussy, slowly losing
its shape and sliding out, leaving an even bigger trail of cum in its
wake. 

Father and daughter had become lovers. Papa Joe had delivered on more
than I had even promised. Victoria had cum three times, twice from
riding his dick. I was happy for her. She deserved to be fucked like
the goddess she was. I couldn't stop smiling as she continued to make
out with her dad. She was passionate, grabbing his face with both hands
as she thanked him over and over again for making her a woman. "Thank
you daddy," she panted between showering him with more kisses. "Thank
you, thank you, thank you. I soooo needed that." 

Papa Joe responded lovingly as he caressed her bare back. "Of course
Mija, I told you that I would do anything for you, even if that means
fucking you while Aaron is away." 

She giggled, "especially if that means fucking me while Aaron's away."
They smiled at one another, completely satisfied. 

Victoria once again became just a daughter in her father's loving arms.
She finally removed herself from her father's lap. Papa Joe's now half
stiff cock slipped out of my wife's creamy mess of a vagina creating a
puddle of semen on his abdomen. Victoria sat beside him on the sofa as
his daughter. 

She was a mess, but was still quite the sight to behold. Her hair was
wild, stuck to her face and back in dark strands. Dried semen coated
her chest and lined the length of her once pristine stockings. Three of
her garters had come undone and her left stocking was bunched up around
her knee. The garter belt itself was twisted into a strappy mess on her
waist. Her eyeliner had run down her cheeks; lipstick was smeared. Her
vagina was swollen, red, and still slowly leaked her father's cum onto
our microfiber sofa. She was fucked well and she looked it. It is a
vision I will never forget.

Papa Joe started to rise. "I should probably clean up and start heading
home before your mom starts to worry," he said. 

"You're probably right," she responded. "Thank you for a wonderful
evening." They both stood and went to clean up. 

It was then that I realized that I had to get moving if I wanted to
fulfill the final part of the evening. I hadn't run my plan past
Victoria, but I had to try. I quickly pulled up my pants, grabbed my
car keys and climbed out the basement window, quietly making my way out
of the yard towards my car a few blocks away. It was hurry up and wait.


I got to the car and caught my breath. I wanted to come home and
surprise them, but I had to give them enough time to clean up so they
weren't caught in the act. Before I got around to stroking myself to
the sight of Victoria and her father, I made sure to send a text saying
that I made an earlier flight and that I would be home late this
evening. I knew Victoria wouldn't see it, but it provided an alibi for
my next move. 

I crept my car down the street, hoping that I was giving them enough
time, but not too much time that Papa Joe had already fled the scene. I
pulled into the driveway and just caught a glimpse of both of them
through the window. Victoria was still mostly naked, only wearing her
now ruined stockings and disheveled garter belt. Her father was
dressed, but was not yet making his way to the door. I clicked the
garage door opener and peeked through the window before pulling in. 

Papa Joe jumped and hid behind the door, while Victoria turned and ran
up the stairs. I succeeded in giving them both quite the scare. I
slowly made my way into the garage and took my time getting out and
gathering my things, grabbing the empty suitcase I had placed in the
trunk. By the time I opened the door, Papa Joe was just putting on his
shoes as Victoria appeared at the bottom of the stairs, wearing a
black, knee length satin robe cinched tightly at her waist, slightly
winded from her sprint. 

Papa Joe looked shocked as I walked in the door. "Aaron, what are you
doing here? I thought you weren't due home until tomorrow?" he managed
to get out. 

"I was able to catch an earlier flight," I told him. "I didn't want to
say anything until I was sure, but I texted Victoria as I got on the
plane to expect me home late tonight." 

He stared daggers at his daughter. 

"Uh, I guess I didn't see it." She said, completely confused by the
situation. 

I shook Papa Joe's hand and looked him in the eyes before I pulled him
in for a hug and quietly thanked him for coming to check on Victoria
like I had requested. I had just thanked the man who had fucked my wife
all night. That man now thought he had narrowly escaped being caught
not just fucking my wife, but with his cock inside his own daughter. My
fantasy was complete. 

Papa Joe patted my back and said "Any time Mijo...I'm happy to help you
kids out anytime you need it. Let me know when your next trip is
scheduled, and I'll make sure I can come back and keep an eye on
Victoria." 

He said it so sincerely, as if he were planning to come by and make her
soup, but I knew his intentions. He couldn't wait to put his dick back
inside my wife, and I couldn't blame him. I felt the same way. Victoria
rushed over to give her father a quick kiss on the cheek. 

"Thanks for everything Daddy," she said. "I appreciate you staying
longer to watch the movie with me. It was a great Daddy/Daughter
evening." 

With that, he nodded at her and made his way to his car. As I made one
last glance in his direction, I noticed a small gold strap coming out
of Papa Joe's back pocket. He had taken my wife's thong as a trophy. It
now belonged to him as much as the rest of her. I grinned and closed
the door on Papa Joe and his incestuous evening with my wife. 

I turned from the door and looked at Victoria. She was pissed.

"What in the actual fuck, Aaron!" She yelled.

"I couldn't tell you," I pleaded. I explained that I wanted them to
both think that they had almost been caught in the act; to make their
infidelity seem spontaneous and not part of an elaborate scheme. 

"How did you know I wasn't done fucking him?" she spit at me, still
angry. 

"Did you forget that I was watching?" I asked. 

She crossed her arms and harrumphed in my direction. "Well, how do you
know I wasn't taking him up to our bedroom for him to fuck me there?" 

I laughed. "Well then I guess you did narrowly avoid getting caught." 

My hope was to make this experience even more real for her. I knew it
was a night she'd never forget, but I wanted to add something to make
it even more risqué and taboo than it already was. I did my best
explaining my rationale to a calming Victoria.

"Well you succeeded," she said, exasperated. "You almost gave me a
fucking heart attack. Poor Dad thought you were gonna kill him." 

I laughed. "Don't worry; I made sure he knew he was more than welcome
to come over and keep giving you that huge dick," I said. "I asked him
to come over next month during my trip while I'll actually be away. I
figured you both could use some true alone time." 

Victoria smiled, embraced me at the door, and gave me a kiss on the
lips. I could still taste the saltiness of her father's cum on her
mouth. She had scrubbed her chest clean, but I knew she still carried
her dad's semen in her belly. 

"How did you know I'd want to do it again?" she asked. 

"Even if I hadn't watched you have orgasm after orgasm, it's obvious
just looking at you," I said. "You're practically glowing, and
honestly, you look like you've been bedded well." 

"Thank you for this," she admitted. "I don't want to hurt your
feelings, but yes...it was the best sex of my life. I'm still
practically shaking. My knees are weak, my vagina and lips are sore and
stretched to their limit. My heartbeat is still fluttering and all I
can think is that I'm not ready to be done...I need more. I do want to
do it again. I'm sorry." Victoria looked down in shame.

"Don't be sorry," I said as I tilted her chin back up at me. "That is
what good sex is supposed to make you feel. It's how I feel every time
I'm with you. I'm glad that you finally understand the feeling. I knew
this would happen when I sent you to him. I was prepared for it and
expected it. I don't blame you for wanting more. I'm just happy that
you finally truly got the most out of sex." 

She nodded, still solemn in her thoughts. "Can I ask you one more
thing?" she choked out. "Do you mind spending the night in the guest
room tonight? I still haven't come down from my high and I want to make
this feeling last as long as I can. I'll tell you all about it when I'm
ready," she promised. 

Victoria Takes on Her Father

by AshRynn87 (UID 5640509)

https://www.literotica.com/s/victoria-takes-on-her-father

A wife fucks her father at the urging of her husband.

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I nodded, "Okay." 

We walked to the stairs. She started up, but I paused at the bottom. I
watched her practically float up the first few steps, admiring the
sight of her naked rear peeking out at me from underneath her robe. She
was in complete bliss, still radiant from the fucking, being warmed
from the insides with a vagina full of her father's sperm. 

She looked back and reached out her hand. "Coming?" She asked.

I had wanted to head back downstairs and get to work on editing the
video into my own personal porno, but that could wait. I grabbed
Victoria's hand and we walked up the stairs together, once again
husband and wife for a short fleeting moment. 

We reached the bedroom and she gave me a small peck on the lips.
"Goodnight babe," she said. Victoria then turned and closed the door on
me for the second time that day. 

I slumped to the ground and leaned against the wall, more unsure as
ever about what I had done. I don't know how long I sat there, but a
mish-mash of thoughts raced through my head like a runaway train. A
sound from the bedroom knocked my head clear. I put my ear to the door
to listen. I couldn't believe what I heard. 

Victoria was masturbating. I could make out the distinct sound of her
fingering her still wet vagina. Then I heard her coo and moan, "Oh
daddy yes." With that I got up and made my way to the guest room. I got
in bed, laid on my back and stared at the ceiling. I don't recall how
long it took for me to be overcome by sleep, but I do remember the
light from our bedroom still being on before I finally drifted off. 

***Author's note***

If you have made it this far, thank you very much for being a part of
my journey. I know it was a long read, but I wanted to do justice with
my descriptions of what I was seeing and feeling as these events
unfolded. I hope I painted a vivid picture for you to follow. 

Now for an admission...this story is only about 80% true. The names and
places are real. These events really did happen. When I set out writing
these events down, I initially used fake names. As I progressed through
the story, I realized that I was experiencing the same feelings and
butterflies that I did in real time. Fake names made it feel foreign,
and I wanted to feel back in the moment. 

The dialogue is what was said as best as I can remember or what I could
make out from what was captured on video. I also used a few literary
tricks to help the story flow more seamlessly. 

As for Victoria and I, we are great. We still fuck, but not much has
changed. She does it for me, not herself, and if anything, the
frequency has gone down just a little.

Papa Joe still comes over to fuck his daughter. It's probably not as
often as Victoria would like, but she definitely makes the most of it
when he does. I've been able to spy on them a few more times; special
occasions when Victoria allows me to be present but hidden. Papa Joe
still thinks I don't have any idea that my wife is his personal
plaything, at least to my knowledge. Usually they fuck when I'm out of
town, however, one time when Victoria really needed a release, she took
her father on a weekend trip. A sex vacation just for the two of them. 

This experience helped me to admit to Victoria a few of my other
fetishes. Hopefully I will find the inspiration to share these stories
and more with you in the future. Once again, thank you for reading. I
hope you enjoyed our story, and if you find yourself in a similar
situation to me, I hope this gives you guidance. 

With much respect,

-Aaron

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