Serendipity, Chapter 1

by kookyguy

This story is one hundred percent my own work. One that is fiction but was inspired by a photo essay that I've seen.

Opening the door to my house at the end of the day is always the time of day I most look forward to. My name is Ken Bradley. I'm a thirty year old data entry clerk who's happily married to his high school sweetheart raising the apple of both of our eyes, our 10 year old daughter Moira. My wife Kristine was 18 when she had Moira fresh off the cheerleader team from high school. Kristine gained her figure back very quickly after having the baby and works out vigorously to this day which gives her a knockout body feminine but very hard. Truth be told shes in way better shape than me and I'm blessed because of it.

The door opens and all the long tedious hours are worth it. Moira runs to the door like a sprinter out of the blocks. Blond hair in pigtails all 70 lbs 4 foot 8 inches of her, willowy and lithe. She's all little girl, no breast and no curves.You'd think I was a pony or a puppy with all the love she puts into her hug for me.

"Daddy, Daddy Daddy" she screams. I kissed the top of her head breathing in her clean fresh fragrance.

"Kristine, I'm home " I loudly state pushing my voice towards the upstairs of our modest home. I know she'll be upstairs because in appreciation of all my hard work she dresses up in her sexiest outfits for me to great me and put me in the mood for exciting lovemaking that will come later that night after we put Moira to bed.

Head tilted to the landing at the top of the stairs I see Kristine emerge from around the corner. My heart skips a beat and breathing becomes hard to do. From the floor up she's a knockout. Bright red pumps, seamed tan stockings with a tight pencil skirt that squeezes her ass. A silky white blouse with red stripes that does a remarkable job of accentuating her 35C tits particularly as they are, like now bra less. Nipples just discernible under the fabric. Her a hair is short and blond done in the Cleopatra style. Her face is made up, dark eyeshadow, rouge and crimson lipstick.

" Hello stud" she says in her best Sandy from Grease(our favorite movie) imitation.

"Oh Kristine you are so sexy and beautiful. I'm just the luckiest man on earth to have married you." She glides down the stairs and into my arms passionately pressing her body into mine,kissing me with a promise of activities to come

We broke off for dinner and like most evenings had a few glasses of red wine including some for Moira.

"Daddy, mommy and I went shopping today for new clothes for her and me" " She even got me some grown up clothes and shoes"

"That's wonderful honey, I love how my girl is growing up so beautiful just like her mother."

She beamed a smile back up at me then turned to her mom " Mom can I put on a fashion show for dad after supper?"

"That sounds like a fantastic idea Moira, your so beautiful you might need the practice. Maybe someday you could be a model."

"That would be AWESOME!!!!!!" Moira stopped her chatter and wolfed down her dinner and small glass of wine.Mom, Dad can I be excused I want to go get ready for my fashion show !"

I nodded and Kristine gestured yes and Moira bolted out of her chair and rocketed towards her room. My wife and I shared a look that spoke volumes of the love we have for Moira.

" I'm going to go help her get ready Ken and doll her up like a real runway model." " Ive got a great idea. Why don't you get out the camcorder and film this? We can save it for when she grows up and embarrass her at her wedding. Besides maybe she won't only be a model maybe she'll also be a movie star.....AWESOME!!!!" Kristine laughed and rose from the table her gorgeous ass swinging as she left the room and headed to the next floor to join Moira.

I cleaned up the dishes and put them in the machine, content with my lot in life. I went upstairs to our bedroom to get the recorder. I pulled the camcorder out of its case and grabbed the tripod. As I grabbed it my memories flashed back to the past weekend when Kristine and I made yet another in a long series of private movies.

This one was much the same as any of the others. Kristine speaking into the camera as she slowly strips telling me her secret fantasy of having sex with another woman. Her hands move up and down her camisole gently caressing the outsides of her thighs and breast. She tells the camera how shes always wanted to be with another woman. How she would kiss her lips and neck working her way down until she reaches her tits which she wants to be small but with heavy cigar-butt like nipples. As shes saying this she lifts her lingerie exposing the tops of her gray stockings then slowly revealing her beautifully shaved cunt. She pulls the cammy over her head and when it clears her abdomen it pauses and grabs ever so slightly at her perfect(to me) tits. Breathing heavily she tells the camera how she would lick,suck and nibble gently on the woman's nipples. As she moans about giving a harder love bite to her lesbian lovers nipple she reaches up and pinches her own duplicating the exquisite pain she imagines she is delving out. She grabs her cunt with one hand and continues pulling and pinching her nipple with the other. She describes throwing her dream lover back on the floor diving inter her pussy with utter abandon lapping up the juices and savoring their flavor. As always when she reaches this part of her fantasy she pushes two fingers deep inside her bald pussy removes them and you can she her own juices glistening on her hand. She talks about the thrill of sucking a woman's cum as she licks herself off her hand and she can't take it anymore her body clenches and she bites her hand to muffle her scream as she frigs herself to an orgasm more intense than any shes ever had while making love to me.

Wow!!!!! I think, not exactly an appropriate memory when one is about to film ones own daughter showing off her new clothes.

I've asked my wife many times why she hasn't acted out her lesbian fantasies and she replies that they are just that fantasies and besides she'd be way to shy to actually make a pass at another girl.

I get to the living room and set the tripod and camera up for shooting in front of my chair. Flip the view-screen out and run a little test video to make sure everything is working. I sit back and relax but I cant get the images of my wife's fantasy life out of my mind. This is causing me to have a raging hard-on and again I think Ive got to get these thoughts out of my head before my wife and daughter come downstairs.