Wife Stories: Kristen

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With Mitch behind her, she handed him the shampoo. "Will you wash my hair?" she asked. It was one of her favorite things. Mommy used to do it and it was so relaxing, almost as good as cumming.

Michelle smiled, a bittersweet smile, a shadow passing through her eyes. "Uh-huh. Daddy said the same thing. Mommy said she was jealous of me, but she was joking." Pausing at the thermostat on the way to the bedroom, I turned it down. It would be nice to have Michelle snuggle close again. Michelle started wiggling on me, not stroking, just wiggling, her pussy pooching out, plump and seductive. She reached for my hands. With a look of inward concentration, she casually brought them up to her chest and placed them on her little buds. I rubbed them. She wiggled.I have a problem, I like having sex with people when they are unconscious and to add to that I fantasize about my daughter. I want her so badly I have sex dreams about her which I know is not normal or good, but I can't help it. Unexpectedly, Michelle slipped off her chair and slid her plate across the table, moving to my side and climbing into my lap. She tugged the plate towards her and started eating with enthusiasm, uttering little Mmmm's as she stuffed her face. and so we expect an accumulation of eighteen to twenty-four inches in the next forty-eight hours. A cold weather alert has been issued for exceptionally low temperatures that . . ."

Standing at the counter, cutting small slices of a store-bought pie and waiting for a partial erection to subside, I pondered my growing attraction to Michelle. I had no problem with the strength of my affection for her; she was charming and even-keeled with a bright outlook on everything. But it was having no problem with my physical reaction to her that had me reassessing myself. I had let my hand rest on her stomach while kissing her buds. Now I moved it down, liking the teasing anticipation of touching her intimately. The first touch of cotton panties excited me. The rise of her pubic mound surprised me it was so large yet so petite. She parted her legs slightly, still watching me. I cupped the sexiest little pussy ever and trembled at how arousing it was. I looked down. My eyes crossed. Plump hairless labia bulged around my erection. Her small clit pressed down. My erection looked huge between her thighs. It was so damned arousing! I hadn't really thought about young girls being sexual but now couldn't help my active imagination wondering. I knew how wonderful it was to hold her in my arms. I knew how amazingly pleasurable it was to have her sleep with me, to feel her next to me, to smell her sleepy aroma and watch her wake up, that slow smile emerging.

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The gap between Michelle's thighs was no more than two fingers. I explored gently, sensing her short cleft and how tightly closed it was, as if protecting a precious jewel. I found a trace of silky moisture at the base of her slit and rubbed it gently.

That night scrabbling sounded and Dracula came tearing into the bedroom, leaping onto the bed and settling down, his tail thumping. A beautiful, energetic girl came racing in as if the bats of Hell were chasing her. I held the quilt up for her and she dived. I hugged her with one arm, my hand pulling up the hem of her cotton nightshirt and finding a panty-clad bum, a small, compact bum, a sexy little bum. Michelle snuggled closer. She was curled up. Her pretty face was turned towards me, cheek pressed to the pillow. Long eyelashes fluttered. My heart skipped. Her eyes opened. A soft smile formed that seemed to affect me quite badly.I rolled towards her, wrapped her in my arms and inhaled. So damned nice. Bare icy feet worked their way between my legs. Chilly hands found my chest along with a cold nose. I sighed quietly, completely at peace. The scent of Michelle hit me, delicate with a hint of a warm shampoo-like fragrance and underneath it, a seductive aroma of pure sleeping girl, unique and utterly Michelle. Morning arrived with dull gray light and howling winds and a cold room. Morning arrived with Michelle on her front, her head partially under the pillow, quilt pulled high. I looked at her quietly, not moving just appreciating her youthful beauty. Amazingly I grew erect just looking at her. Remembering the feel of her wonderful butt in my hand, I reached out under the covers and carefully placed my hand on her bum; so perfectly small and seductive, so damned sexy. Her mind turned to Uncle Mitch. Ever since telling him about her and Mom and Dad, he'd changed. He might not know it, but he was behaving differently.