I instantly handcuffed myself to my bed frame and waited. My face was down into my pillow, my ass in the air. Around 10 minutes went by, I had started...to get worried. I heard my front door open and then slam shut. This was followed by heavy footsteps stomping upstairs. My door swung open, I was actually pretty scared it had been took from the hinges. I could hear him taking his jeans off and throwing them to the side, my ass was met with a incredibly hard slap. As I whimpered, he spat into my. She was the one in control.She did not leave. She sat down in a corner chair, pretended to continue conversation, as I gradually removed my shirt, then my shoes and pants. She quietly watched, sitting in her black evening dress, making small talk, as a silk-boxer-clad younger man was revealed before her, perhaps not much different than talking to her husband in years past. As I reached for my clothes, I asked if I could use her shower to freshen up."I'll get you some towels," she said, as I. The feeling was amazing; I just lay back and enjoyed. A few minutes went by, then I opened my eyes and I saw my wife next to me sleeping like a baby. I got freaked out a bit so I slowly lifted my blanket and saw my gorgeous daughter with her amazing eyes taking my big cock into her mouth as she sucked me, squeezed me, licked me. Slowly she slid me out, smiled and said, "Surprised, daddy?" All I could do was nod. I saw how my cock had gotten covered with my baby's saliva, shining in the night. I came home from work a few days later and found a few bags of groceries in the kitchen that hadn't been put away. I noticed a little red box in one of the bags. It was a box of condoms! Knowing that I had a vascectomy, I quickly thought of the prospect of her wanting to have SEX with King! My head was swimming with erotic images and the possibility of what might happen. I couldn't wait to see what was going to transpire tonight.When the time came for our nightly routine, I watched her leave.