I know I shouldn't but i can't help myself

It started off as an entertaining thought to stop my mind from sinking back into boredom mode when it just shuts off. They were writing a test and I began to think what it would be like to touch her. In the beginning the touches were ‘unintentional’, I would stand in her way so she would nudge past me or I would ask her for the salt and our fingers would touch in the exchange. Then I started fantasising about her enjoying the touches and wanting more, she approaching me and then us kissing. I knew these thoughts were the highest evil and that I could never pursue even the ‘unintentional’ touches but I found myself breaking these rules.

She joined us for dinner last night; she was sleeping over for the third time in two weeks. My daughter and her were becoming much closer and I was finding it more difficult to stop imagining her young body. At school I was her teacher, after school I was her best friends father, I wanted more. Last night I was more helpful than usual in clearing the table. I cleared the empty glasses then in the kitchen filled hers with water and drank up the warm liquid quickly, letting it wash through my insides. I put a spoon in my mouth, closed my eyes and sucked it for a while then made sure to put that one at her place. Watching her eat dessert with that spoon made me hard. After dinner I had a longer shower than usual, hoping that she might walk in by mistake and we could play out my fantasy like a cheap porn movie. She didn’t and my skin wrinkled like a prune.

My wife was reading her book when I got into the bed beside her and I pretended I was tired and fell asleep immediately. I couldn’t sleep. In the middle of the night, as I lay there still half-awake as my wife slept, she peeped in the door. Mr. Paul, she said, I’m afraid of the dark. I just looked at the 16 year old beauty and opened the duvet to welcome her. She walked in slowly and even in the dark I could see that she had no underwear on under her little nighty. The feeling of her body climbing into the bed right next to me made me what to just throw her down and fuck her, but I didn’t. With my back to my wife and this little nymphet with her back on my chest we lay motionless for a while until I wiped the hairs from her face. I stroked her face gently and then her neck, and then her arm, I was so afraid of making a wrong move. I couldn’t bare thought of my wife witnessing this; ruining the moment and the rest of my life. Don’t be scared I said to her as I moved my hand ever so slightly to touch her breast.

She twitched. I turned my head to see that the woman I married was not moving; luckily she had decided to disobey me and take sleeping pills. I cupped the girl’s breast with my hand and massaged it, she moaned softly as I pinched her nipple. Then her hand covered mine and led me to her moist secret. I was going mad. I wanted all of her. I wanted to taste every millimetre of flesh on her body, every fold, every crevice. I wanted to run my hands through her hair as I kissed her mouth. She took her hand off mine once I had begun moving in and out of her at a suitable pace and she reached behind her to find my stiff rod. Her small hand took hold of me and at the same rhythm we gave each other hand jobs.

We must have been moving the bed substantially because my wife turned over, actually giving us more space and I am eternally grateful for that. I stuck my tongue into her ear, breathing deeply but also wondering if it felt good and if girls still liked that and how many men she had been with and it must be a few because she really knew how to handle a penis and I was going to cum so soon. I paused for a moment and brought my finger to my mouth to taste her juices, what I saw next terrified me. My hand was covered in blood. But we hadn’t even had sex, I thought, how could I have torn her? I didn’t, she had her period the little bitch. But it was too late in the game to stop playing.

I sucked my hand clean and then wiped it dry on her ass before entering her again, this time with more force, because if she made a mess I would be in serious fucking trouble and she deserved a punishment for putting me in this situation. She was still busy with my cock but as I launched my hand into her tight pussy she took hold of my hand again and made me massage her clit and then moved her body so that I slid into her. I was fucking my student, my baby daughters friend, with my wife next to me and the excitement of it all made me cum immediately. I stopped trying to please her and pushed her out of the bed and onto the floor. I wanted to forget that it had ever happened. I wanted her to go back to the room down the hall, or better yet, I wanted her to go home, and leave the city in the morning. I never wanted to have to face the reality of our forbidden deed. I closed my eyes and wished that in the morning when the sun came up I would not find myself lying on a blood stained sheet.

When I opened my eyes again there was a hand on my chest, it was my wife’s. She leaned over and kissed me and I felt warm, then cold when I realized it was morning. The morning after. What had I done? Nothing! The sheet was as white as ever and when I felt my pants I realized that the only place I had cum was all over my self. But that wasn’t proof enough. I took the hand off me and stepped tentatively out of bed and into the hall, looking at myself in the mirror to make sure I wasn’t dreaming. I peered into my daughter’s room and saw the two girls asleep, she was wearing different clothes than she had been during the night, either she had changed or I had been dreaming. I left the house for work before they got up for breakfast, and in class that morning every thing seemed normal except that I was no longer daydreaming. The reality of the sexual deviance was a lot more frightening than it was worth.