My Hidden Life Exposed

A Shopping Trip

After Daddy confronted me about my mistake, my transgression, I worked extra hard to make him happy. I felt bad for what I did, yet he didn't want me to continually say I'm sorry.

I thought I had the determination, made up my mind, not to interact with "him" ever again, yet somehow with one message I weakened my resolve and slipped right back into our prior conversations. I thought I had the courage to tell Daddy everything, he expected that as part of the house rules. The worst part is that I didn't even realize that something was eating away at Daddy, my husband, my man. I didn't see he was in pain, and frustrated. I wasn't there to support him. Isn't the saying, "Behind every great man is a great woman"? Yet I didn't see he needed help, I became selfish because my sexual needs were not being met. It dawned on me now, that why I sought the attention the first time, he did get my juices flowing then, literally. I've wondered why Daddy never realized when I woke him for sex those few times, why I was so wet. He was probably just happy to get his cock into me.

The ping pong ball punishment was difficult to endure, yet it turned me on so much. Now we're about two weeks into my no underwear punishment, and I awake on a Saturday morning to Daddy going through my closet.

"Whatcha' looking for, handsome?" I called out.

"Just looking at what summer dresses you have, trying to find something for your to wear out today, we're going shopping!" he replied.

"What did you have in mind?" I asked.

"Do you still have that raspberry pink one?" he asked.

"Yeah it should be in there." I said.

"Ah-ha! Found it!" he said, "let's go take a shower!"

I followed him into the bathroom and watched as he leaned in turned the water on. I watched the muscles in back tighten and ripple, and noticed his ass cheeks tightening while he straightened back up. He turned around to face me, I just stood there still admiring his physique.

"What's up?" he asks momentarily shaking me from my day dream.

"Nothing I say" as I step towards him, and then as I step into the shower I reach out and grab his cock, "Just admiring your beautiful body, now come here, I need to suck your cock!"

He follows me into the shower, pinning my body against the wall while one hand grabs and massages my ass and the other squeezes a tit while he kisses me deeply and longly. I wrap my arms around his neck pulling his mouth to mine. I start to grind my hips and thighs on his rapidly hardening cock. He briefly pauses in his kiss, and I take the advantage to slide down out of his grip and grab ahold of his cock and begin to suck it.

No matter how many times in this past year have I sucked his cock, or how many times I've sucked guys off before I met my husband, each time I take the head of a cock into my mouth, I savor and need to feel the hardness in my mouth. I can never get enough! Even after their balls empty their cum into my mouth and down my throat, or spray my face or breasts, I want more. I look forward to the time when I can suck on another cock.

Daddy's cock is now the only cock I'll ever suck. Some girls may look at that as a bad thing but I don't. I love Daddy's cock. I love getting to know it each time I have it in my mouth, how I can feel his pulse quicken as he's about to shoot his load, or how his cum tastes depending on what he's eaten that day. I love exploring the ridges under the head, and teasing at the little flap of skin that attaches to his foreskin. Sure having a guy who's uncircumcised maybe different or not every girl's cup of tea, but Daddy works hard to keep his cock clean for me, and I'm even willing to help at times.

By this time he's really enjoying the blowjob, his hands have intertwined his fingers into my hair, he's lightly pressing back on my head when I get to the top of the outward stroke. I start to apply some pressure to his rod, so I can up the friction level. He begins to moan, then his signature move, I feel his cock's pulse quicken his body starts to stiffen and I make sure to up my speed and momentum until he holds my face against his groin and I feel his cock shooting cum into my mouth and down my throat. His cock continues to spurt and spasm, I've counted seven so far, and he's still holding me tight. A low guttural moan escapes his mouth, and then his hands go limp and drop from my head. I pull back on his cock and swirl my tongue around the tip and place gentle kisses on this tip of his cock, in between lapping at his slit like a snake sticks their tongue of their mouth.