Look, I want to start off by saying… I don’t blame you. Lots of people would, of course, but not me.

They’d call you a monster for what happened… but I wouldn't. It started off when your wife turned forty.

You and Chelsea met in college.

She was the party girl and you were the kinky shy nerd, and it was… HOT.

Her eyes sparkled when she looked at you, and an hour later you were eating her pussy on a beer pong table while she polished off her drink. And it only got dirtier from there.

She was fun! So fun! and full of joy and hope… but that all slowly faded away. First it was both of your careers picking up after college, then it was having your only child, a beautiful daughter you named Dakota. You were both good parents: soccer practices, play recitals, you loved it. But it just.. wore you down. It could happen to anyone.

You really started noticing it the night she turned forty. It was the first time since you first started dating that she didn’t want sex on her birthday. Normally she has something kinky or fun picked out. Her first birthday after you started dating she rode your cock in the back of an adult movie theater.

A few birthdays later she snuck you into her office building at night and you fucked on the floor of her boss’ office. That might have been the night Dakota was conceived, actually. But it was always something fun. Something dirty.

But not now. Not since she turned forty. First it was no sex on her birthday. Then it was no sex on yours. No sex on Valentine's day. You loved her. But she’d gotten frigid. Cold. And so had your marriage bed. She was distant. Metaphorically, but literally too. She had been made a partner at her firm, and she was traveling more and more every year.

That left just you and Dakota. As she grew up and your wife got more busy with her career, you had done the majority of the parenting for the beautiful bright young lady. You were the only dad at every one of the gymnastics practices, and over the years she’d gotten really close with her.

“What’s the matter daddy?” she asked. You were startled back to reality. Sitting across the coffee table was Dakota. The cute little blonde with the huge smile had asked you to play a board game, but a few minutes in you had let your mind wander to how things in your marriage had turned out so wrong.

“Oh me? Nothing baby girl, I’m okay!” you told her. It was a good attempt at a lie, but she could always tell when something was wrong. She followed your eyes to where you had been staring: the spot where Chelsea’s car would have been if she were home.

“I miss mom too, daddy.” she said to you, slipping out of her chair and into the spot next to you on the couch and cuddling close. Her soft golden blonde curls teased against your neck as she grabbed your arm and cuddled close.

You tried to muster up your best smile but it was no use. She was so sweet, and you had been there for her whole life, and she had been there for you. You owed her the truth. “It’s not just that she was gone. It’s that…” you struggled to find the words.

“It’s okay daddy! You can tell me. You can tell me anything. I promise.” you could hear in her voice a depth of empathy and compassion you had never seen in anyone else. She meant it. You could tell her *anything* and she wouldn’t judge you. She would be there for you.

“I… your mother has been distant. For years. She’s not cruel, but.. The house feels colder than it used to," you said.

"We were so happy for so long but she’s so busy now. Even when she’s here, I feel lonely. We haven’t been… close. We haven’t been…. Intimate. For years. That big bed feels so cold now.”

After saying it you held your breath. What would she think? How would she react? Would she be disgusted. But as always, your sweet little Dakota didn’t disappoint you.

You feel her little hand slip into yours, her squeezing it. “Daddy…” she starts slowly “I.. I have felt it too, from mom. She’s been distant, and cold, and…”

She took a short deep breath, the kind you take before you dive into the water “We don’t have to feel that way. Neither of us do. We can be there for each other.”

She squeezed your hand again, and turned to look you in the eyes. You saw the same kind, sweet, young girl you used to take to gymnastics class.

But you saw something else there too.. You saw a sparkle in her eyes you haven’t seen in years. You saw the same mischievous look that made you fall in love with your wife so many years ago.

“Daddy…” Dakota continued. She bit her lip and blushed. “...Daddy.. I could warm your bed.”

You remember that look she gave you, waiting to see what you thought about it. The next thing you remember, you were already kissing her. She was holding you tight and you were slipping your tongue into her mouth. It felt like that first night with Chelsea. You had a brief image in your mind of Dakota’s little body on a pingpong table, sipping on a beer while you licked out her small bare pussy. You pictured fucking your little daughter on the floor of your wife’s office.

Your hand was up her shirt now, feeling all over the little body you used to wash in the bath. She was gasping and moaning, her small mouth pressed to yours, exploring your big mouth with her little tongue. Her small hand was gently grabbing at your throbbing cock through your pants.

She broke off your kiss and immediately started moaning and pleading “I can do it daddy. I can keep your bed warm. I can make you feel good. I can make you happy again” your fingers slipped up her thighs and found the wet spot in her panties between her legs. How could it not? You had been such a good husband and father. You never cheated. You never lied. You had just let your wife ignore you, and set you aside. But you didn’t need her anymore. You have me."

Dakota groaned as you pulled her tiny cotton panties to the side and found her little pussy gushing for you. You kissed her again as your rubbed her little clit. “Oh god daddy… I didn’t know it could feel *so good*... I wanted you. I always wanted you I just never knew how to tell you. Please please PLEASE daddy, take me to bed.”

You could never deny your daughter anything, so you lifted her and carried her to your bedroom and tossed her on your marriage bed. She looked incredible laying there, writhing, her little skirt pulled up, her panties down, her tiny little pussy leaking all over the expensive bedding your wife had been so proud to get. You knew your seed would join it soon, because you were going to flood your daughter’s wet cunt with all your pent up sperm.

But first you wanted to taste her. You wanted to taste your daughter. And before you knew it your face was between her legs. “Oh daddy! You don’t have to, it’s okay, you can just- Oh Daddy! Oh my goddd it feel so GOOD!” She was bucking against your face now, grinding her wet, needy little pussy against her daddy’s face. She had her fingers in your hair, desperate for you. “Oh god I- Daddy I can be here for you. I can do what mommy should do for you, but never has. I will be everything you always wanted. I can take her place. Anything ANYTHING you need daddy oh goddddd” her whole body shook as you gave your daughter the most powerful orgasm of her young life.

Her gaping little pussy squirted all over your face as you felt your hard cock throbbing so hard it hurt.

But Little Dakota knew exactly what your daddy needed, didn't she? When you kissed her again, letting her taste her little cunt on your mouth, she started gently pushing on your chest, rolling you onto your back. Her little hands unbuckled your belt and freed her daddy's thick throbbing manhood. You saw that naughty mischievous twinkle in her eye as she repositioned herself on top of you. You tried to tell her she didn't have to, that you would be too big.

"Shhhh daddy it's okay! You need this." She said, gently caressing your face. "You're so full and pent up. Mom wasn't taking care of you, but I'm here now. I'll make sure you're happy.

You felt the entrance of her little pussy kissing at the tip of your cock as she spoke so sweetly to you. She was right. Your balls were heavy and full of pent up cum. Years of denial and neglect from your frigid (FRIH - JID) wife saw to that, but your beautiful little angel was going to make it all better.

You kept your hands on her thighs as she straddled you. She had to be the one to take the lead. Her sweet little nectar oozed out of her tiny pussy onto your cock as you groaned in ecstasy. The moment you started to enter her you thought you'd pass out from pleasure.

Your thick hard cock felt so big stretching her tiny pussy but Dakota focused through the discomfort. She was determined to be there for her daddy. "Oh God daddy I love you." She groaned as you bottomed out in her.

Her eyes met yours, fuzzy with lust as she tenderly ran the back of your finger tips down the sides of your face. "Oh God daddy it feels so good. I should have done this years ago. You need this daddy and I'm sorry for letting you suffer like this for at long."

She gently bounced as she whispered sweet nothings to you, your cock nuzzled tightly deep within her girlhood, your cockhead gently kissing the entrance to her womb.

When your breath grew ragged she knew what was about to happen. "Daddy it's okay. Let it all out. You need this. I'm here for you daddy. I'm right here. Oh God. Oh God daddy" your balls began emptying into her, your sperm flooding into the true love of your life. "Oh daddy there's so much! You had so much in there daddy. I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry she didn't take care of you. And I'm so happy that I finally can"

She went on like that as your cock slowly softened within her. Whispering "I'm here daddy. I'm here for you" until you both fell asleep.

And she was good to her word. You and your wife continued to travel for work and when she was away, Dakota slept in her place, more of a wife to you than Chelsea ever was. And even when your wife was home, your sweet little daughter would appear in the doorway of your room when her mother was asleep, and whisper "Come on daddy, come keep my bed warm"