“Hi, sweetie. I’ll fix your dinner.”
“Oh, thanks… I really need to pee…”
She zoomed off to the toilet while I got some stew out of the fridge and put it in the microwave for her. I also treated her to some bread and butter, as well as some lemonade to drink.
“Aww my home-maker hubbie made dinner for me?” she cooed as she came to sit down.
“Anything for such a beautiful lady, madame.”
It was a fairly simple, but nutritious home-cooked meal. Just the kind of thing anyone loves after a long day. I had always felt this was quite natural – the one of us who came home from work first made dinner, it just so happened that it was most often me. I knew how nice it was to come home after a long day at work and then somebody had dinner ready. It wasn’t that big of a deal, really; I was already cooking for myself and Alisha anyway…
I sat with my wife and kept her company. It was very nice. She told me about the work she had done recently, the new people who had joined her airline and more. It was just a lovely evening. Afterwards, she headed off to get ready for bed while I went back to watch some more T.V. I preferred giving her some time getting properly to sleep before joining her, so I stayed in the living room for a while. When I eventually grew tired, I too retired for the night and got ready for bed.
After a trip to the bathroom, I took great care to sneak into bed quietly and not to wake Ava. The double bed was really two big singles put together with a mattress topper on top, so movement on my side wouldn’t be felt as easily on her side. I went to bed knowing that she’d be gone the next morning, so I’d have a nice Sunday breakfast with Alisha.
I was nudged awake. What time was it? I had no idea. It was still dark. What was going on? I looked down. There was movement down by my legs. What was that feeling? I was so drowsy, it took me a minute to work it out. Then I felt something touching me down there. It felt good. My brain was still slow. There was a person there? In the bed with me? Doing… something?
As my brain came out of Dreamland and started processing reality, I noticed what was going on. Alisha was in my bed, in the process of pulling down my pajama pants. Her hand had already snuck in down there and started stroking me between my legs, making me hard even though I wasn’t properly awake yet. As I came to consciousness, she had put her mouth on me and started sucking my cock.
I tried to sit up, but immediately felt a hand on my chest, pushing me back. I heard Alisha’s voice, in a hushed whisper:
“Sssshhhh, Daddy… don’t wake up Mommy….”
Oh. Yeah. There was that. I suddenly realized how much of a risky situation this was. Ava was sleeping right next to me, just a foot or two away. And here was my daughter, again about to give her father a blowjob.
Nervously, I started to glance over to my left, keeping an eye on my wife. This was a sight I really didn’t want her waking to – our daughter’s head in my lap, with my cock in her mouth.
“Uhhh….”
I moaned, unable to stop myself. I covered my mouth with my hand. Ali continued licking and sucking, her lively tongue flickering across my glans before her lips enveloped the whole head. It felt amazing.