Oversimplifying things

My wife paused for a moment, as if seriously contemplating the possibility.

"Well, look on the bright side. With all the money she'll be pulling in, we'll finally be able to pay off the rest of the mortgage. And it could be a good career fit. We always did say she was a people person."

"Miiiiiindy! Please. Can we have a sexual and joking time-out, here?"

"Sorry. You're so teasible." She seemed to get the sexual "time out" message, at least, insofar as she stopped stroking my erection. But then she ran a finger around my collar bones and up my neck and stared into my eyes with one of those sultry 'take me, now!' stares. Damn, I love my wife. It was so hard to tell her no when she was on the prowl like this.

Running a hand through my hair, she said, "Seriously, I'm sure she's just going through a phase as she discovers the power of her sexuality. Every girl 'practices' her little wiles on her daddy, if she's got one. That's perfectly normal. It's like she's learning to flex her sexual muscles. You know what I mean? Can't you see that this is just her flexing her sexual muscles? Can't you just be patient and let her flex her sexual muscles around you?"

There was a long pause as my wife waited for a reply. But I was too busy imagining the sight of Michelle's thigh muscles flexing as she spread her legs wide. Then my boner was thrusting inside my

Own daughter and it was her pussy muscles that were flexing, clamping around me with great expertise, driving me insane with illicit pleasure! Did Mindy realize the double meaning in her comment?

Of course she did. This is Mindy we're talking about. So I said, "I'm calling you on that. You know, your double meaning."

She giggled. "You got me. But you know how much I love to tease and joke." "Not about this! For God's sake."

"Hey, anything's fair game for teasing in my book, and you're too uptight. But getting back to the point, she is just getting, well, if you don't like the muscle-flexing metaphor, let's say she's kicking off the training wheels. Soon she'll find a nice young man and we'll just look back on those innocent teases and laugh. I say let's watch her get you too horny to think, then you'll come running to me and we'll have fun like rabid, epileptic monkeys on crack."

I laughed. "Epileptic?"

"You know, having a seizure." She shook her ample chest suggestively.

"You're too much." I laughed some more, but I was frustrated too. Not to mention far too aroused for a serious conversation like this.

Her finger went to my lips. She started to trace their shape in a very sensual way.

I found myself staring into her eyes and I was so overcome by my wife's beauty that I nearly lost my concentration. She had that effect on me several times a day, at the least.

Somehow, I shook myself from her enchantment and complained, "Mindy! How can you say that? I can't believe you're treating this so lightly. She's eighteen years old, just finished her senior year in high school, and how many boyfriends has she had? None. Zero. Zip! A few one-night dates and that's it. It's unhealthy! Given how attractive she is, she should have all the guys falling all over her and dating nonstop."

Mindy pointed out, "If she's dating 'all the guys' nonstop, that would make her a slut. You don't want your daughter to be a slut, do you? Eagerly spreading her legs for a hot beef injection from any man who asks, or even wanders by?" She rubbed her chin. "Hmmm. Since she's home most of the time, I guess she'd mostly be spreading her legs for you."

I was getting exasperated. Mindy loved to joke all the time, but this sort of sexual emphasis was very strange. She seemed to be encouraging incest! I complained, "No! That wasn't what I meant. Why can't she just go steady with one guy? And anyway, what's with your language tonight? You're talking like a cheap streetwalker."

"Honey! I'm insulted. Michelle gets to be a high-classed call girl and I'm just a cheap streetwalker? How much more does it cost for an hour for you to fuck HER pussy? It's not fair!"

"Sweetheart, if you don't get serious, I'm just going to drop it. Here I am, baring my soul, and you're doing your usual comedy routine."

"I'm sorry, Honey. In all seriousness, I'm just trying to ease the tension with laughter. I'll try to control myself. Please go on."

"Well, I think she has very unhealthy feelings for me, and frankly, you know how I am. I have an active libido and I'm always thinking from below the belt. Who knows what can happen? How would you like this for a headline: 'Father and Daughter Sentenced to Hard Labor at Folsom Prison for Incestuous Liaison.'"

Mindy laughed yet again, brushing back her straight blonde hair. "'Folsom,' eh? It's true you have an active libido, but you have an even more active imagination. That's one reason I love you so much, and a big reason why you've been a successful writer. You're like a real flesh-and-blood Walter Mitty. I'm sure this is just your fevered imagination in overdrive."

She settled down on me and found a more comfortable position. She dropped a hand down to her thighs and pressed one of her legs between mine.

Luckily, my hard-on had weakened since she'd stopped rubbing it around the silk sheets. I was trying to have a serious conversation and I didn't want her to think that talking about my daughter in this way would make me aroused, even though it was. But "weakened" in this case meant it was only hard enough to pound through iron, not through hardened steel.

I sighed. "You don't know how it is. I keep telling you, and you don't understand! Sure, you've seen a little flirting, and some sexy outfits, but she's quite restrained when you're around. When you're not there she goes berserk! She's like some kind of voluptuous vixen. An evil temptress. I'm only human! You have to tell her to stop!"

At this outburst, at long last my wife frowned. It appeared as if she had finally started to take me seriously. At least her body had stopped its subtle writhing over me. "Hrm. What exactly IS she doing, Honey?" Her smile didn't come back.

I sighed in relief. Maybe, finally, I could get through to her. "Well, take today, for instance. You know how she's bored already even though her school year ended on Friday, a mere 24 hours ago? Now that summer's started, she's going to do what she does every summer, which is just hang around our house with Ruby all day long, except for the days she has to work."

That reminded me of the other major thing I wanted to reveal. I paused dramatically. "And that's another thing! Ruby's an even bigger tease, if such a thing is humanly possible."

Ruby is Michelle's best friend, and is every bit as gorgeous and busty. In fact, the two of them are closer than most sisters. In fact, they might as well have been sisters, because Ruby spent much more time at our home than her house down the street. They semi-jokingly refer to themselves as "breastest friends" since they are both so naturally endowed.

"Oh, Ruby?" Mindy said dismissively. "She's harmless. And I'm hardly surprised. If Michelle does something, Ruby always does it too. You know how much I love her. I treat her like she's another daughter. It's not like she'd steal you away from me; she loves us."

I complained, "But that makes it worse! Of course I treat her like a daughter too. That means I essentially have two daughters out to get me! And when they team up, they're practically unstoppable!"

She chuckled some more. "You make them sound like monsters. Give me a break. What do they do that's so bad? Start with what you were going to say about what Michelle did to you today."

"Okay. An example will help. I was in my den, working on the computer as usual, and of course you'd already left for work. She came in around noon and said she wanted to go swimming in the pool and would I like to join her. Of course I said yes; you know I'm always looking for excuses to take a break from my writing."

Mindy nodded. She was no longer touching my boner with her hands in any way or even smiling (although her body was still draped over mine). I took that as a good sign that she was paying more attention.

"So we went to the pool and the flirting started. It was like a clichéd scene out of some porn movie. She asked me to put suntan lotion on her back. Her incredible, beautiful, wonderfully sculpted and richly

Tanned back. How could anyone have such light blonde hair and yet such a healthy brown yet slightly reddish tan? … You see? I'm getting all aroused, just thinking about it! It's wrong. WRONG!"

"So what happened?" Mindy sat up on me some more, her worried look growing. But as she moved up, her thigh seemed to "accidentally" rub up and down my still erect dick. It took her a bit of such accidental rubbing before she settled into a new position. That frustrated me because I'd been hoping I would go flaccid soon. It wasn't right to have an erection while talking about the sexy things my daughter did.

I continued, "So I rubbed the suntan lotion into her back. And her legs. God, what legs! They go on for miles. So taut. So muscular. Perfection."

I realized with a start. "You see? She's got me all obsessed. It's not healthy." When my wife didn't reply, I continued, "Then she asked to do me. These were her exact words: 'Can I do you now? Or would you like to do me?' Talk about innuendo. She's almost as bad as you."

Between the pressure of Mindy's thigh on my trapped hard-on and recalling the way Michelle acted and looked tanning herself in the sun, my erection was throbbing almost painfully now. But I tried to purge those unwholesome thoughts, and griped, "She's an evil minx! Of course I said no. I always say no. I'm not going to let things go too far. No way, no how. I've never cheated on you and I never will! The very idea of adultery makes me ill, much less this kind of adultery! You know that, you know my passion for remaining loyal. There's nothing more important in my life than you. All the book popularity, all the money, the friends, the house, forget it! It's like paper in fire. Meaningless. Without you I would die."

She kissed me on the forehead tenderly and batted her eyelashes at me. "I know. That's why I love you so much. But what happened next?" Her blue eyes stared intently into my brown eyes from mere inches away, and the tips of our noses nearly touched.

"So then she went swimming. Fine. Great. No problem. I figured I could cool down from thinking about the possibility of her hands running all over me.... NOT! She casually took her bikini top off,

Went to the edge of the diving board, and dove in topless! Without even asking me, mind you. Not that she was really wearing much of a bathing suit in the first place. She was wearing that little postage stamp thong bikini. You know the one I'm talking about, I'm sure. I mean, for crying out loud! I'm a male! Of course I'm going to react to that. Isn't that wrong, for her to go topless in front of me?"

Mindy brushed that off. "Oh, come on, she's been doing that for ages now. You should be used to it by now."

"I'm not! And that doesn't make it right. Anyway, so now I had the most exasperating raging hard-on. I was sweating. I was nervous. It was torture. I felt terrible!"

"And then?" Mindy started to get antsy and began to twitch her legs, which meant her thigh was inadvertently rubbing up against my erection, over and over. She was so absorbed in what I had to say that I didn't think she'd noticed what she was doing. Or maybe she did. There's never any way to tell with her.

"She swam for a while. Then I swam for a while. We read in the shade. I mean, it wasn't that bad; it wasn't like we were touching or anything. But she was topless the whole frickin' time! Our Michelle! This is no ordinary teen we're talking about here. We're talking about...... " I didn't want to describe my

Daughter's breasts in words, so I paused and gripped the air with my hands as though I had just grown a rather massive pair of breasts on my own chest. "You know.... THESE!"

Mindy's face was still so close to mine that she couldn't see what my hands were doing, but from the movement of my arms she could guess. "Yes. I see your point. Or should I say, points?" She giggled. My wife, close to the age of forty, is a well-respected businesswoman, but her sense of humor is truly

Irrepressible. Sometimes she acts more like a big kid than the high-powered career woman she is, even when I'm trying to be serious.

I frowned and tried to keep the mood somber. "To be honest, she's swam or walked around topless around me almost every afternoon lately, usually with Ruby in tow. Topless as well, of course! They say they're working on their tans. Sometimes they even take their bikini bottoms off too! True, they usually lie face down when doing that, but can you picture their two fantastic asses side by side, not to mention the rest of their nude bodies?!"