Daddy needs me to pretend to be his wife, but it goes beyond.
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This story seems a little unbelievable because of the age difference, but if you saw us together, you would know exactly how we did this. I’m 34 and my dad is 50, he got my mom pregnant when he was 16. I inherited my mom’s genes because I have always looked older than my age. My dad on the other hand has a very boyish face and nobody ever believes he’s 50. We look more like a couple than father daughter. My mom passed away a few years ago and I moved back home to keep my dad company. We were both living alone and realized it would be better for me to move back home. I’m in great shape, a part time model and work out like a crazy person. Dad is in good shape and sometimes works out with me in our home gym. About 6 months ago dad came up to me and said, “I have a weird request, would you like to come on a business trip with me to Chicago? I told him that I would because in my head I knew he was lonely and didn’t want to go alone.
He continued, “Well there’s a catch, if you come, I need you to be my pretend wife.” I gave him a strange look and then he said, ” I know that’s weird, but I’m meeting with some men from all different countries and my boss said they prefer to deal with married men, they feel it’s more masculine. I told him I would find someone to pretend to be my wife, but I never mentioned you. Besides how many times have strangers thought we were a couple instead of father daughter.” The thought of being married to my dad and having sex with him for the rest of my life really got me tingling. I have always had a crush on him, but I obviously never let him know that. So, pretending to be his wife would, if nothing else, give me good thoughts for when I masturbate.
I said, “Umm, I guess so, but won’t they know?” He assured me it would just be one or two quick meetings and then I could go off on my own while he had his meetings. He also promised we could get a suite so it would feel more like a vacation instead of a shitty hotel room. The time came and we headed on our trip to Chicago. I was July and the city was beautiful. Upon landing we took a cab to our hotel. It was a unique hotel in that the first floor of the hotel was actually on the 17th floor of the building. It also sat on the edge of the river in a perfect spot. We checked in as Mr. & Mrs. Luella, (our actual last name). It was already getting fun. As you enter the lobby its huge with 2 bars and people mingling around. We arrived late and wanted to get to the room before his first meeting.
Dad checked in and we walked away heading towards the elevators. I took his hand, and he looked at me. I said, “Your clients might be here, and this looks more authentic, right?” He smiled and we walked into the elevator. He told his clients he would meet them at 3:00 by the bar and told me he would call me down to have a quick meet and greet around 4ish. I decided to tease him and said, “So what time will you be taking me to dinner tonight honey? Should I wear something casual or sexy?”
He laughed and said, “Don’t get carried away or I’ll have to put you in your place, so you know how to treat your husband.”
I responded with, “boy, just when you think you found Mr. right.” We both laughed and went into our suite. I was floored how big and how beautiful it was. I said, “Daddy, can we live here?” He smiled and opened the drapes that covered the floor to ceiling windows. The view was spectacular, the river below us and the lake opening at the other end.
He said, “Maybe we should move in here.” He slid the suitcases in the corner, grabbed a bottle of water and headed out for his meeting so he wouldn’t be late. I walked around and checked the place out. It had a huge living room, a wet bar and a bathroom by the door. I went into the bedroom and saw a magnificent looking plush bed, a walk-in closet and the entrance to the bathroom. I went in the bathroom and was amazed by the clear glass shower with 5 water heads, a bench and a rain faucet in the ceiling, very upscale. I walked back out to the living room when I suddenly realized there was only one bedroom. My sexual fantasies suddenly kicked into overdrive. I instantly got horny.
I knew I had at least an hour, so I decided I had time to take care of business. I rolled my suitcase into the bedroom, unzipped it and took out my little travel vibrator. I took off my pants and thong, pulled down the covers and climbed into the bed. It was so plush and comfortable that I could have just curled up and went to sleep, but I decided I needed some relief more than I needed a nap. I clicked my vibrator on and put it directly on my clit. I was fantasizing about being in the bed with dad, having sex, watching him shower, masturbating for him, all kinds of sexual thoughts and I started to have my first orgasm. I just laid there half naked and relieved. I wasn’t trying to make myself cum again, but I just let my fingers caress my pussy while still thinking of dad. My lips were thick, and I was very wet. I looked down as I pulled my fingers away and saw strings of wetness hanging from them. I brought my fingers to my mouth and licked them clean.
I got up, cleaned my pussy and put my thong and panties back on. I decided to change my shirt to a lower cut top that showed off my less than impressive cleavage. I was fairly small on top, but this top made me look bigger, and I wanted daddy to notice. He called and I headed down to the bar. As I approached, I saw he already had 3 empty glasses in front of him as did his two clients. As I said before, I’m a model and when I’m glammed up like I am now, men notice me. I could hear them laughing and as I approached, I decided to have some fun since dad was already half drunk. The men stood up and I walked over to my father, bent down and gave him a real sexual kiss right on the lips and then said, “Hi honey” He didn’t know what to do, but he managed to studder, “Mr. komoto, Mr. Sato, this is my wife Alyssa, she wanted to come and say hello. We exchanged pleasantries and after I had 1 drink and dad down his 4th, I said my goodbyes to the two men, then I turned to my father and said, “Let me know when you’re ready to go out for dinner honey.” then I bent down and kissed him again, making sure my tongue brushed his lips. I looked at him, smiled and winked.
He staggered upstairs around 5:30 and when he sat down, he said, “Nice job down there Mrs. Luella, I think they bought it, Shit, I almost bought it.” Then he put his head back and passed out. I was so fucking horny from those two kisses that I wanted to get off again, but this time I was a little more daring. I went into the bedroom, stripped completely and walked back into the living room. He was snoring away, so I knew he was out cold. I stood behind him and started to masturbate. I was going at myself pretty good when I leaned forward and put my face inches away from his head. I could smell his cologne and that just made me even more horny. I got so brazen that I took my fingers out and lightly brushed his lips with them. I could see my wetness shining on his mouth. He bristled a bit then stuck his tongue out, licked his lips then settled down again. I came seconds later. I caught my breath and plotted my next move. I was not going to let this opportunity pass, I needed to get the most out of it.
I decided to sit my naked body next to him on the sofa. I just sat there admiring his great shape and wishing I could take off his clothes and see that fit body. If he woke up, I was caught, no doubt about it, but I was pretty sure he was down for the count. I could not get that feeling out of my pussy even after two orgasms, I was that horny! I finally decided to go get ready for dinner before I try to wake him up. I went in and took a shower in that amazing shower. I purposely left the door half open just in case he woke up on his own and wanted a glimpse of me. I finished up and went out to the room to get dressed. I walked into the room and there was my father, standing there with a deer in the headlights look in his eyes. I was completely naked, but I just acted like it was normal.
I said, “well nice of you to wake up, drink too much?” I said it with a devilish smile on my face. Then I said, “Sorry, but you were passed out and I didn’t think you’d be standing here when I walked out.”
I could tell it took everything he had to turn away, but when he did, he said, “Sorry honey, I didn’t mean to stare.”
I said, ” Oh my, you saw me naked.” Then I laughed and said, “not a big deal dad, really, and go take a shower so we can go out to dinner.” He walked into the bathroom but never looked back at me as he passed. He shut the door, and my hand went right into my pants. One last clit rub before dinner. He came out with wet hair and a towel wrapped around himself. I said, By the way, there’s only one bedroom in this suite, so bring you stuff in here to get ready.”
He said, “One bedroom? I ordered a two-bedroom suite, they need to give us another room.”
I did not want to get a two bedroom, so I said, “Don’t bother, I called they don’t have any suites available, only regular rooms, but let’s stay here, I’ll sleep on the sofa, I don’t care. I love this room” He reluctantly agreed, but insisted I take the bedroom. We went out for dinner, and I could tell he was still feeling pretty good, so I ordered us each a drink when he went to the bathroom.
He came out and said, “I really don’t need another drink, I’m still a little drunk.”