She and Misty were back in their barely there shorts and crop tops, aimed mostly at teasing Doug and me. I gave Doug a clean t-shirt; he was good for ...he rest. We took a half-hour before I convened our little meeting.I figured it was good to allow Joan and Doug some time together so that they could digest and talk with each other about what had happened the prior evening and during the night. After that break in the morning, we started our talk.I summarized what had happened, taking a few. I didn't give myself timeto back out. I quickly skipped up the steps and slipped inside. I didtake a moment to lock the door. If I really went through with my plan,I didn't want anyone to interrupt us. This was nerve wracking enoughwithout having to worry about creating a scandal.The inside of the house wasn't in much better shape than the outside.It was clear he was a bachelor from the lack of decor. What furniturehe had downstairs was simple, purposeful and completely uncoordinated.For some. ..your cock is so fucking big! I want more of your cock daddy...bury it into me...fuck my pussy...fuck me daddy!" The more my daughter told me to fuck her, the more delight I took in my incestuous thoughts and feelings. "Yeah take it Becki!! Take my fucking cock! Do you want to be my fuck toy? Huh? Do you want to be your daddy's fuck toy?" "Oh yes...oh yes daddy...fuck me...I will be your fuck toy!" I thought to myself about how many fathers would love to be me, fucking their hot daughters'. I. Was there another possible reason? I couldn't think of one.My gut was in a knot and I knew there was no possibility of going back to sleep. I rolled quietly out of bed, put on my dressing gown and slippers, and left the bedroom, heading for our study. I sat in front of our home computer and gazed at the screen. Our photos were on the screen saver and I saw picture after picture of our family and friends. It did nothing to make me feel better.I googled "Signs of a cheating wife" and sat stunned.