Case #116

What do you do my new patient asked me when your wife acquires unnatural affections for your daughter. her step daughter. She takes her shoping. Then when they see me they both head into the daughters bedroom and lock the door. They go out together. Like dancing and oher things. I asked my wife about it and she said there were just doing girly things. For me not to worry. She still lets me fuck her so whats the big deal. 

It all started when my daughter turned 14 aand got boys on her mind. I found out my wife had taken my daughter to the doctor for birth control and it seemed to evolve after that. I found sex toys in my daughters bedroom. Sexy lingerie like crotchless panties, g string, and corsets. I evn found bottles of lube. I knew my daughter wasnt old enough to buy these things on her own. I knew better than to confront either one of them. They would cry foul and invasion of privacy. I saw them deep kissing in the yard once and my wifes hands were all over my young dsughters titties and ass with my daughter repricating and enjoying it from her mons and how she was pressing her body into my wifes own. 

I was at wits end. The sex with my wife was being less frequent. My wife would kist lay there like a rag doll and wait for me to finish fucking her. Like it was her duty. I was at wits end on what to do. I found more toys in my wife's drawers. So I gathered all the toys from both their rooms and put them in the garage. A few days pasted and then I notced the changes in them. We were at dinner one night. And just blurted out I hve your toys. They were speechless. Not saying a word. Then my daughtr piped in "Give them back" Your 15 Charlette. They are for woman 18_Ill get you more toys Charlette my wife piped in then. I guess you fuck her too huh I asked. Well at least I eat her pussy. You dont even try. My wife was silent. I m afraid I didnt really get into crawling between a womans legs.  I then blurted out maybe if she shaved down there Id try it out. I do shaved and have been for the last year. Thats how much you pay attention. Then there was screaming and somehow my wife had grabbed a kitchen knife. I thought she was going to stab me but instead she stabbed herself. Knowing my next step was child services. My daughter screamed I looked and saw her mean eys of my wife look at me as she shoved the knife deeper and fell back. She was dead. I called 911 and my daughter was hysterical. I gave her back her toys and soon she turned into someone I didnt know. We both went to counceling together and apat. She knew I didnt kill her step mother but blamed me the same. I was in the kitchen and saw pictures of her mude.. Except she had that black collar she had stsrted wearing and her nippleswere pierced. Another picture was her on a bed with a close up of her clit pierced. Then another with one black guy with his cock half way down her throat while another was halfway into her pussy. I knocked on her door. She yelled what. I said I wanted to return your pictures. Then came the sexy call "did you like them Daddy" She only calls me daddy when shes sarcastic. She opened the door and I saw another girl on the bed scared half strait. She was probaly about the same age but her fright made her look younger. My daughter had a bull whip in her hand and dressed like a dominixtrik. I handed her back the pictures. I saw the girl luing in her bed with sheet up to her neck and shaking. Dobt hurt her because of me Charlette I said. Oh no daddy shes not afraid of me. I told her you were going to rape her. Shes terrified of you. Then the girl pulled out a gun and I was staring at a loaded gun aimed right at me. I tried to get away but I was shot in the back. I was able somehow to get sway. I heard my daughter yelling I didnt say to shoot him just scare him. He was going to rape me. I wouldnt have let him I herd her screaming as I craswled into my bedroom and dialed 911. She was tried as a juvenille and released 2 years later when she turned 18. Im now in a wheel chair but my daughter treats me differently. More less anger and more pity,