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Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Daddy-in-law and the Improper Woman (MF, inc, rom) by BunnyGirl (sweetestwitch@aol.com) *** "[The story] is light hearted, cheery, and sexy... I had fun reading it!" ~Lord M. *** "Coquette: A woman, without any heart, who makes a fool out of a man, who hasn't got any head." ~Madame DeLuzy~ What would any 'proper' woman do if her father-in-law made a play for her? Maybe she'd be flattered and flirt back, just a little. After all, her father-in-law is a lot like her husband; there are mutual characteristics, about father and son, which she's attracted to. But a proper woman, would know when enough is enough, she'd nip it in the bud if the flirting got, too heavy and went, too far. Well, I'm not a proper woman... By some terms, I'm a sensuous and sexual creature, "all woman," but, what some might consider sexual depravity, I view it simply as, naughty and exciting. So, when my father-in-law read my stories, right here in Kristen's Archives, and sent me a mildly flirtatious e-mail, I took the cue and gently flirted back. I fully knew where it would lead, but I was cautious enough not to lose this golden opportunity. * My dad-in-law, Tom, knew I'd been dabbling in erotica. I told him I'd written a few, short stories that were posted in pay-sites, and he asked if I would send him a story or two. I considered it, said "yes" originally, but decided against it after heavier deliberation. Next time I saw him, he told me about this site and again asked if I would send him a story or two, again I said yes, but knew I dare not. You see, I know the type of woman I am. My pussy tingles and creams at the mere thought of 'cock' or 'pussy' or 'sex' and the possibility of a wanton experience and opportunity, sends my little clit off to spasm-land. I also know my dad-in-law. * Early on, in my relationship with my husband, his mom and dad went to Mexico for a little vacation. Darryl (boyfriend then - husband now) and I, had full run of the house for the two weeks his parents were away. Being the teens we were, we snooped through closets and drawers, hoping to find that kinky material, ALL dads hide. Well, we did. A treasure trove of dildos, magazines, videos, vibrators, massagers, erotica! ... Ok, back to the videos and magazines. Hardcore - men with women - group orgies - women with women - men with men! Men flying solo!! And, OH MY GOD, She-Males!!! Waterworks!!!! (I dislike that term, prefer to call it what it is, pissing). Big, wet, sticky, creamy, juicy, black pussies!!!!! And finally!... women with dogs. (God, I'm spent, just remembering all those naughty goodies.) Though I've been promiscuous my entire life, and had been in several, sexual relationships, this kind of explicit, graphic sex, was new to me. The most I'd seen, film wise, was the late-night R rated movies on HBO. (Hey, don't knock Lady Chatterley. She brought this impish, little girl through puberty just fine, thank you.) Back to our newly, discovered naughties. Oh my god! I wanted to look at it all! I wanted to know what this hard vibrator would feel like, up my soppy pussy! I wanted to try this painfully - erotic - anal - s-sex - th-thing! I wanted to be pissed on! To piss on someone! I wanted... I wanted... I wanted to fuck like mad... and naturally, Tom's image came to mind. I mean, we were going through 'his' things. Suddenly, the father of my future husband, the quiet, friendly, smile at you casually 'cuz, you're just a silly, teen girl,' older man, became the man who was experienced. The man who knows how to make wet dreams a reality. The man who could fuck upside down - underwater - with sharks circling above! The man who could penetrate my tingly pussy through steel doors - with a single thrust! The man who! - I wanted to share my wildest dreams with. Oh yeah, I fantasized... over and over and over again. * Tom's a sun-seeker, the type to pour Tahitian, coconut oil over his tanned body and lie under the pounding, noon, Hawaiian sun, for hours. I'm a sun worshiper myself, so suggested to Darryl that we sunbathe, out on the back patio, with his dad. I didn't have a bikini, and though Darryl's sister was not nearly as curvaceous as me, I borrowed her pink swimsuit. It was thin, and very see-through, made me a bit bashful to come out of the bathroom, but I was a determined, little minx. Needed Tom's attention, and had resolved to get it. Darryl and I took our towels out to the patio. I slowly walked past his dad and casually smiled; he smiled back up at me from his lounge chair, closed his eyes and settled to his tanning business again. That was it. No twinkle in his eye, no "Heh-heh-heh, come here and sit on my lap little girl." - nothing. Well, I couldn't exactly go back inside. I'd already begged my paler boyfriend (who fried under a full moon) to sunbathe with me, went through the extremes of borrowing his kid sister's pink bathing suit, forced my 36 C, 24, 34 body into the nylon trap, and stretched the crotch, to stop it from riding, too, deeply between my pussy lips. So, I unrolled my towel and did the only thing I could do. Laid back, closed my eyes, and fantasized about Tom. Yes, I got wet. Yes, my nipples got hard. Yes, I went insane with this half naked man, who knows all the mysteries of female orgasms, just feet away from me! Well, on the other side of my boyfriend, his son... Darryl. About fifteen minutes into, me soaking the crotch of his sister's bathing suit, and tanning, Darryl whispered, "I have to go inside, I'm burning." I screamed, 'YES!' - silently. "Oh, ok. Mind if I stay out a bit longer?" I whispered back. He looked uncomfortable, after all, he knew his father, too. He glanced at his dad, then back at me, and mumbled, "I'll be back then, I'll just go inside for a little while." "Oh, ok. I'll prolly come in soon, anyway." I nodded quickly, wrinkled my nose, and pretended that I was just about done, myself. Darryl got up, his white legs nearly blinded me, and blocked my view of his dad, but I wasted no time. I flipped over on my tummy, wiggled around a bit, spread my legs, turned my head to face Tom, and dreamily closed my eyes halfway. My eyes traveled over his profile... Thin man, very French, European looking. Light, almost blonde hair, not the kind of man I've ever been attracted to. He looked to be about 5'10" to me, though his wife (oh yeah, my future mother-in-law) claimed he was 6 feet. Didn't matter, Tom was good-looking alright, just, not my type, but that's not why I wanted him. I wanted... needed... an equal to my naughty. Wanted to be dirty, to open my legs for him, to lift my breasts to him and have him 'do what thou will' to me. I wanted what guys my age weren't willing to do, talk dirty, act dirty, and be dirty. To tell me how he wants me, and three other chicks, to suck his massive balls and throbbing cock, while his puckered ass got a mean, tongue fucking by a macho fag. How he wants his lips and tongue wrapped around a beautiful, she-male's cock. How he'll shoot ten, eleven, twelve gobs of chunky, white cum all over my pussy and ass, and then piss on the entire orgy! - all while the dog watched and licked his own balls. I came. Bit my lower lip, closed my eyes tight and... came. I didn't realize how hard I'd been grinding my pussy into the towel beneath me. In the midst of my orgasm, something hit the back of my head - a thought. 'Fuck, I hope I didn't move, too much! Did I moan?!' My wiggling must have caught Tom's eye, because when my eyelids snapped open, Tom was staring down at me from his chair. His cock, which had been soft and flaccid before my orgasmic journey, was rising, not fully engorged, but definitely on the rise. Tom, noticed me, he may have before, but now, I had proof. Enticingly, I swayed my butt, but acted as though, I'd been trying to get comfortable. I grinned sneakily to myself, and languidly closed my eyelids again. About a minute passed. Demurely, I opened my eyes, confident that Tom would be fully erect, standing above me, stroking his bloated cock, ready to pounce my youthful body! - but instead... I watched him walk through the screen-door, at the back of the house. 'UH! PFT! UH! - Helloooo! Tom?! Where are you goooing?! I'm right here! The girl to make your dreams come true!' That was it, no more Tom for the afternoon! No more wild teenage fantasies! No more... Ach, forget it. I got up, gathered my towel, and went in the house through the family room where, Derrick, Darryl's brother, was sitting. His boyish grin tattled, he had, evidently, been watching me tan. Derrick leered, like a mad-gnome, at my skimpy suit and what it tried to cover. I thought, 'Well at least I got someone's attention!' and sat with him. About five minutes of Derrick's grinning, blushing and building of courage to ask, "Isn't that my sister's suit?" passed, when Tom walked through. He smiled at me, with a definite twinkle in his eye. I leaned into my chair, draped my arm over the back and nonchalantly looked about the room, and finally glanced back at Tom. His eyes swept over my breasts, locked, for a moment, on my stiff nipples; they were bursting through the thin fabric. He looked back into my eyes and challenged, "You had enough of the sun?" I cheerfully replied, "Just taking a break... like you." and pushed myself up and out of the chair. I blushed wildly, knowing that Tom's eyes were still on me. Through the suit, my areola and nipples, my bellybutton, the little, trimmed, heart-shaped patch of hair above my pussy, and, that juicy wet spot - were all clearly visible. I stood there, looking down at my own body, tugging at 'this', pretending to hide 'that', then peeked up at Tom again. He smiled, he twinkled, he liked what he saw. He noticed, he wanted, he lusted, he... he... 'Hmm... his cock's soft, and there's a wet spot there on his trunks. Did he...?' My eyes darted to his face. Tom grinned - I blushed - he went back outside - I went to the bathroom and masturbated - furiously - on the toilet seat - fantasizing about my future father-in-law, who was just beyond the bathroom window. * Well, Darryl and I eloped, didn't spend many days or nights at his parents house, after that incident. Though, Tom's always been "crush material" for me, we never, really exchanged flirts, and he kind of fell into that distant, father-in-law mode. We engaged in pleasant, small talk, but nothing intense or, too deep. There were a few times I'd see him smile approvingly at me. Could have been a beam of the, 'good daughter-in-law' pride, could have been 'Yep, my boy's lucky. She's got nice tits!' Or, it just may have been, the way he smiles at most women who were, deserving, of an approving smile. I'd shimmer with a glint of hope. But, the prospect of a daughter and father-in-law fuck fest, quickly died when he'd shy off to his room; avoiding the loud family gatherings, that usually brought us to the house. Tom was basically the, "What do we get your Dad for Christmas this year?" father, and was out of sight, out of mind, to me, for a number of years. The crush was still there, but the teenage fantasy of being seduced by this astounding, wild-man lover - petered. Until, that meekly, flirtatious e-mail... the calling card that subliminally read, 'I wanna fuck your brains out, Bunny, but don't know if you'll respond. So, I'm gonna tread carefully and see where it leads me. And if you get mad, please remember, I'm just a dirty old man, and don't mean anything by this e-mail.' But I digress. * "Darryl! Darryl!" his sister ran screeching into our apartment, "I caught Dad with his girlfriend!" "Huh? What?" was Darryl's lengthy reply. "Yup!" Deena nodded. I saw blackmail written all over her face, dollar signs literally flashed, like green, neon signs in her eyes. I also saw her suppress a green-eyed monster. (Often wondered if she didn't have more than the typical 'Daddy's little girl' crush on her father.) But I felt it too, twinge of jealousy, "Damn him! You mean he's messing around on (me?!) Mom?!" Deena's head bounced up and down so furiously, I thought it might fall off. 'How dare he! I mean, if he's gonna fuck around, why doesn't he fuck around with ME?!' No, I didn't blurt that out in front of Darryl and his sister, but I listened intently, to all the sticky details she could summon up. Dad told Deena, "We'll talk about it at home." She replied, "Oh, yeah we will...! Heh! Heh! Heh!" The situation was surreal. To me, the entire scenario was right out of one of those erotic novels, Tom had stuffed away in an old suitcase. Only, the spoiled daughter goes home, threatens dad that she's gonna tell mom about his immoral, sinful, dirty, little, sex fling, tries to blackmail him into having sex with her. He refuses, she stomps off to "go tell mom," When suddenly, the lustful, forty-something, year old father, roughly grabs her shoulder, tosses the impetuous girl down on the sofa, whips out his ten inch cock (the biggest dick her "innocent" eyes have EVER seen!), and impales his little girl on his incestuous man-tool! Making her squeal in ecstasy, taming her shrewish nature... blah, blah, blah... or something of that nature. Well, Tom married his "fling" and she turned out to be great. Considering she's the - same - age - as - me! Nearly thirty years his younger. Oh yeah, don't think I didn't have internal fits about that! I mean, Tammy, Tom's 'new' wife, is like me in so many ways, that we get along like sisters! Well, at least cousins. I love her to death, she's got this certain sensuality that makes being in her company very relaxing, and comfortable. Family-girl, always greets you with a huge smile and tight hug. Ooo... which I love! She's got to have the softest, biggest, dive your face between them, shake 'em up and go "Bbbbbbwuaaaaah!" boobs I have ever had the pleasure of rubbing titties with! She's a yummy, dark chocolate, Polynesian lady. I've often wondered, what secrets lay hidden between her velvety thighs. I imagine she's always moist, probably has a nice patch of dark, curly hair that completely hides her juicy, suckable, full padded, outer, pussy lips. Must make that incredible, sticky, wet sound when her lips part, revealing dark, passion-purple, inner lips, and a hard, little clit that turns dark-pink when anticipating a hot mouth to suck it! UHN! Yes! Tom's a lucky man, to plant his mouth on her pussy, look up between her soft thighs and watch her huge tits, jiggle and bounce, when giving her an earth shattering, clit throbbing, white, creamy, cum dripping, eating out. OK. So, Tom's happily married. I sooorta got over the jealousy, Tammy's personality made it easy. But, Tom is still Tom, and still very promiscuous. He read my stories in Kristen's and wrote me that e-mail. * Ready for the e-mail? Here goes it... "Dear Tia, I just read your story and all I can say is that I loved it. It was great!! You have a definite talent for writing. And if that story was based on fact, what a youth you must have had! Your story was great... I even got excited reading it (but don't tell Darryl, he might think that his Dad is a dirty old man... actually I am, but he doesn't need to know it....ha ha). I'm looking forward to reading more of Bunny Girl's writings... Hope I don't have to wait too long! Love, Dad" That was... it? THAT'S considered... flirting? It sure is! The ol' man told me he "got excited" bringing my attention to his... nether expansion - then remarked, "don't let the son know" walking on egg-shells, not knowing if I would freak at his mild attempt at seducing me, his daughter-in-law - and then threw in the "dirty old man" as an excuse for his behavior. Yup, old Tom was flirting. Made me giggle, laugh, blush and scream, 'Finally Tom! After - all - these years, you've - finally - made a play!' Tom, was doomed from that moment on. Don't know if he knew it, don't care if he didn't. I - the improper woman - was given the key to unlock Pandora's Box. What would a woman, like me, do with this golden key? I, of course, replied with an innocent, 'Oh, Dad couldn't have meant... that! So, I'll just play along.' e-mail. "Dear Dad, I'm really happy you liked my story, and yes, I was awfully promiscuous growing up. Still am! =P And if you were any other fan of my erotic stories, I'd be very flirtatious right about now, but since you've been my dad for nearly 20 years, I better be on my best behavior! *trying SO hard not to giggle* Thank you again, Dad. Oh, and what happens in the... nether regions... *giggles* is the true meter of how scrumptious a story really is! It'll be our, little secret. *wink* =P Love, Tia" I'll break it down. 'I'm excited as hell you got a boner reading my story, but I'm pretending to be naive, but really, I'm, oh SO naughty, wanna fuck? - OK, don't worry, I'll be good, since you're my... daddy. But you're the one who told me you got a hard-on, so, tell me more, and I promise to keep a secret.' "Dear Tia, Don't know why you feel that you must be on your best behavior... after all, we have known each other for a long time. And at my age, I welcome all the flirting I can get!! And besides that, flirting with you on the net would have a certain incestuous feel to it, and that might make it even more fun. Love, Dad" Ooo... he said that... that... dirty, sinful, wicked - squeeze my nipples, grind my pussy into the chair - word... incest. 'MmmHmm, Daddy! Do me, do me, do me! - He's gonna fuck my pussy doggie-style, slap my ass and make me call him... Daddy!' "Dear Dad, *gasps!* Oh my god, Dad! If you could see, how you've just made me blush!! You're BAD! *giggles* (runs in the male genes of this family, I guess.) *wink* *bites bottom lip and grins* The thought is naughty and exciting though, don'chya think? *body blushes all over!!* And at 'your' age you look better than most the men, 'my' age, and younger! Don't sell yourself short, Dad. You're still as handsome, playful and charming as ever, you just don't notice the female attention you get. (Little secret now... You've been my 'crush' material for a long, long time.) OK! *regains composure* I better go now, you've got me giggling and blushing SO hard, I've gotta take a cold shower just to calm down! *tight hug* Love always, Tia *walks to the shower giggling*" The following e-mail spouted the subject heading, "First Attempt at Flirting" - like he hadn't been flirting up to this point. Tom still protected himself, made sure to advertise his next, grand move. That's a wonderful trait of the older man though, they don't rush, they take their time and build anticipation. It also allows the woman time to, kindly, decline his proposal... which of course, she'd be insane to turn down such a gentleman. I might be nuts, but I ain't insane! Well... "Dear Tia, Yes, I am BAD! But people don't notice it any more. In fact, I used to tell people that I was the world's youngest, dirty old man. It is really flattering to learn that I have been your "crush" material for a long time. Since we are telling each other secrets, let me share one with you... my favorite flavor is cinnamon. I guess that means we are compatible... On Christmas day, we'll have brunch at about 10 AM. I'll call Derrick tonight. I think it would be neat if I called you Bunny... that could be our secret name for you. *tight hug* Now I have to take a cold shower. Love. Dad" Two things in this e-mail. Firstly, his favorite flavor, was an allusion to one of my stories where I boldly announced to the world, that my cum has a slight cinnamon taste. 'Mmm... Tom wants to taste my pussy.' Secondly... Christmas. I slumped in my chair. Too suddenly, I was being put to the ultimate test, of this slow building, incestuous affair. With the entire family present, I would have to do my best acting job ever, and pretend there was absolutely nothing secretive, going on between Tom and me. Had to keep my cool around him, act as if I didn't want to rip his clothes off right at the front door, straddle his waist and grind my dripping pussy on his steel-solid cock. AND do all this, without letting those teenage fantasies, that swelled up again, consume me. 'Oh, I'm not gonna back down! Ima grown woman now! Multitudes of sexual experiences and affairs under my belt! This man is NO match for MY knowledge! Yeah! I can do it! I am a - Sex Goddess!' "Dad? Do you think we should? I mean... the way I'm blushing, the hot, creamy feelings between my thighs, my nipples so tight and pointing hard, all say 'yes' - but, somewhere, in this dreamy fantasy, I hear a voice saying 'no' - It could get dangerous... couldn't it? It's not right... is it? Then again, me brushing my fingertips over my nipples, while imagining you reading my stories, and your... cock... getting rock, hard... isn't right... either. Is it, Dad? When you told me your little secret, that cinnamon's your favorite flavor, my mouth went dry, I blushed hard all over and ... my pussy throbbed. I had to close my e-mail, walk away and take a breather. Might have been your first attempt at flirting, and you might have thought you were mild and gentle, but, Dad, you knocked me out of my seat. You can imagine the naughty thoughts I had... the very naughty thoughts I'm having right now. You're my inspiration to write another story. It's completely based on you, but don't worry, when I submit it, I'll make it anonymous. I'll let you know if they post it, but you'll have to search for it yourself. It'll be "our secret" that hopefully others, like us, will enjoy. I'm alone at the moment, I should take another cold shower and calm down, but, I'm very wet, past that delicious, sexual point, of no return. You won't mind that I touch myself, while fantasizing about you reading my stories, and getting a hard-on, would you? Or even that I'm imagining you, pulling your beautiful cock out from your shorts, right there at your comp, stroking it, whispering naughty things to yourself like, "Yeah Bunny, your Dad's stroking off his big cock for you!" and cuming all over yourself... would you? *bites my bottom lip and whimpers internally* Oooh, Dad! See what you've done now? I'm so turned on, it hurts! Dad, if you tell me to stop, I will, like the good daughter-in-law I've always been. But, please, Dad... please don't tell me to stop. You're wild, and sexy, and hot... and this is sooooo naughty, isn't it? *licking my lips, touching myself* Love Always, Your Bunny~ Mmmmm....." Oh yes, this "old man" was in for it now! I've been waiting forever to make him my looove slave! He's gotta be shaking in his boots! His newly discovered, wild- woman, is gonna make her entrance on Christmas morning and change his life forever! I planned on seducing him with my eyes, my lips, my grace and charm. I even tied cinnamon sticks, in a bow, around a bottle of wine, with a little recipe for "Cinnamon Passion Wine" - oh, Tom was about to have all his deep, dark, secret desires, fulfilled! * Christmas morning, I donned my cutest, denim skirt and tight little sweater. Slipped on my blue, satin and lace thongs. (Blue is Tom's favorite color.) Made up my face with 'daytime' glow, painted my lips to a perfect pout, doused myself with new, expensive, Christmas-stocking- stuffer perfume, looked in the mirror and admired my own handy work. Also, on Christmas morning... I tripped over my own, six- inch, high-heeled shoes, walking down the sidewalk in front of the family house - Tom's house. I stumbled through the front door, with Tom standing there, sparkle in his eye like I'd seen so, many years ago. I fumbled with gifts and packages when Tom made his way through the sea of family faces and chattering. And I snorted a nervous laugh when he stepped directly in front of me. 'What's wrong with me?! UGH!' Tom held my face in his hands and kissed me... softly... gently, and wished me a Merry Christmas. Timidly, I mumbled something like, "Oh... heh... snort... yeah... Merry Christmas Dad." Body shaking, I slipped by and made my way, far, from him. The entire morning was a blur. Blur of Christmas brunch, gobbled. Blur of Christmas wrapping, torn and tossed in the air by a frenzied cast of gift mongers. Blur of sparkling Christmas-morning faces, and a blur of glittering, Christmas lights. Finally, Christmas was over. 'I wanna go home, Darryl, pleeeeeease let me go home, pleeeeeeese take me home. I wanna go home.' * I tried not to think about the fool I made of myself. All self-esteem, out the window, along with my teenage dreams of coupling with Tom, the most experienced lover, this side of Venus. But, the morning after, I awoke to the nicest, most uplifting letter, from my wonderful father-in-law. "Wow Bunny, You were SO sexy yesterday... wearing that mini skirt with the laces up the sides. I'll bet I could undo them with my teeth. You must be trying to give me a heart attack or something... You were SO hot! And you have such fetching knees! Just made for kissing behind them... Tonight I am going to have some wine with cinnamon and dream dreams of you all night... So until I see you in my dreams, I will be thinking of you... MUWAH! Love always, Dad" 'He said, "fetching" - how adorable and sweet! He still loves me! He didn't notice when I toppled scrambled egg onto my sweater! He didn't see when my hand got caught in the swinging, trashcan lid! He didn't hear me slurp my coffee because my hands were shaking so bad from nerves! And if he DID hear and see all that... HE didn't care!' I tippy-toed and danced around the house and twirled like a little, sugarplum fairy on the wings of a butterfly. No, OK, of course I didn't, Darryl was home, but my heart did leap and skip for joy. "Dearest Dad, Thank you for the sweetest compliments, but I'm SO not used to them! (Neither are my knees. *chuckles*) Take it easy on me... remember, I'm an old married woman. *giggles* You looked good yourself, Sexy. I've always liked you in jeans... DAD! I was nervous from the moment we drove into the neighborhood, all the way until we got home! *still laughing nervously* Did it show? My knees almost buckled, with our first, hello kiss... I shook SO hard when I handed you the bottle of wine, I nearly dropped it... and the good-bye kiss was enough to make me throw my hands up in the air and yell, "OK! My heart can't TAKE this anymore!" *giggles* At one point, I wanted to sit on the floor, at your feet, lay my head on your lap and beg you to make all my nervousness, go away. *sigh* But, I handled... somewhat. YOU, on the other-hand, were cool, calm and collected, JUST as I predicted! =P By the way, I know your favorite color is blue, so, I wore blue panties under my skirt... was a nice little secret that made me feel incredibly naughty all afternoon. SO naughty in fact, that I had to toss them in the laundry when I got home. Couldn't walk around with that huge, slippery, wet spot any longer. I love you to pieces, Dad! Love, Your Bunny MUWAH!" I was very appreciative of his compliments, and wrote a tame response; after all, I'd been knocked off of my high horse. Then... the phone rang, "Hey Darryl, it's Dad! Tammy and I want you guys to come over for New Year's Eve, potluck." "Sure, Dad!" Darryl accepted. "Oh no..." I muttered to myself. My body crumpled, "Again...? I have to do all this, all over, and all so... soon?" Second verse, same as the first, except, it was worse. I was so tense all night that I got a stiff neck, which gradually made it's way down my shoulders and entire back. Billowing smoke from massive, firework displays, set off my childhood asthma. And my 'monthly visitor' decided to make an early appearance and naturally, I was ill prepared for the event. I was distant, uncomfortable, still nervous like a teenage girl, tried to get drunk, but nerves kept me sober. Tom caught me on the side, asked if I was ok. I snorted that stupid, nervous laugh, that just comes out of nowhere when he talks to me! and spewed a list of 'ailments' affecting me. * He hasn't written yet, two days have slipped away since our New Year's (ugh) celebration. I suppose it's for the best though... the whole incestuous, situation was much, too dangerous, even for this - improper, sensuous, sex Goddess. Besides, Tom couldn't handle this woman's sexual expertise if he wanted to. Now, could you Dad? *wink* *giggles* Love, ~Bunny A sweet, little update: I sent this story to my dad-in-law for permission to use his e-mail and for approval on the story, also to let him know I'm still a, ready and willing partner to do... whatever he can dream up. As expected, I got a reply, but unexpectedly, it wasn't from Tom... it was from Tom's wife, Tammy. "Hi 'Tia,' *wicked smile* I enjoyed reading your fantasy of my husband so much I started to get turned on. In fact, when reading about the tanning session, my nipples started to get hard. You really express what a woman wants when she wants to get FUCKED! In fact, I was aroused reading the whole story. Maybe because I knew it was about my husband and nothing turns me on more than him. I've got to say you are SOOOO BAD! I'm putting my 'Tom' on a short leash. Oh, by the way, you can multiply your fantasy by ten and you still wouldn't come close to the real thing. =P Though, I must say you do have a way with words. *huge smile and tight hug* 'Tammy'" Put Tom on a short leash? Since receiving this e-mail from Tammy last night, my fantasies about Tom have included his sexy wife. Now, what do you think, an improper woman, like me, should do? END Comments: This is a true story, only the names have been changed. (Why did I change the names? I have no idea, since everyone mentioned, has read it!) =P ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 23