Time with Tina

That night in bed, Liz gave me the cold shoulder again.

“Come on,” I blurted. “Can’t I even fuck my own wife in bed before I go to sleep?” I asked, almost rhetorically.

“Why don’t you go fuck one of the kids instead?” Liz asked in a quiet, snide voice.

I huffed. “Why not?” I asked. “Why not? What the hell is wrong with a man fucking his own kids? What father doesn’t fuck his kids in this day and age?”

Liz said nothing.

I heaved a sigh. “Okay, fine. You think I should fuck one of the kids? Fine. How about I go fuck Tina? Hm? I think I’ll sleep with her tonight,” I said, and climbed out of bed.

Liz was looking up at me from her side of the bed with a frosty expression on her face, but she said nothing as I walked out of the bedroom and closed the door behind me.

I took a minute to draw a few deep breaths and calm down in the hall outside Tina’s bedroom door before I went in. I didn’t want to bring the argument with Liz int here with me.

“Sweetie?” I called softly as I entered.

“Daddy?” my youngest asked in surprise, blinking at me slightly from the darkness of her bedroom and sitting up in bed, letting the sheets fall to her waist to expose her cute, small boobs. “Is something wrong?”

“No, sweetie, nothing’s wrong,” I said—though perhaps that wasn’t entirely true. “How would you like it if I slept here with you tonight?” I offered with a knowing smile.

Tina’s face lit up. “Oh, Daddy! Really?” she asked, throwing her sheets back to make room for me in the bed, and also lifting her upper thigh to expose her pussy invitingly.

“Really,” I said, and climbed into the bed, nestling myself between my youngest daughter’s thighs.

Tina and I made love for nearly an hour before we finally fell asleep together. I thought to myself as I drifted off that this was the second night in a row that I’d fallen asleep in the arms of a loving woman after making passionate love to her—the second night after many, many nights of missing out on that wondrous experience—and that neither time had been with my wife.

The next morning I had to wake up early to leave for work, but Tina refused to let me out of bed without at least a quick blowjob to take care of my morning wood. I left her room grinning, pleasantly reminded of how much nicer it is to start the day with a warm, willing mouth than with Liz’s cold shoulder.

With everything that had been going on the past couple of days, I almost forgot until the very last minute that the carpool schedule had changed, and that it was my day to take care of the driving. As I drove off to pick up my co-worker Warren I grinned, recalling that the lovely Ellen Hart would no longer feel constrained by Don Vance’s prudishness during our commutes. I looked forward to some relaxing road head on the way in to work.