My daughter’s new boyfriend (part 2) [MF] [rough sex] [voyeur]

This is part two of the story. I recommend you read part 1 before reading this.

I wake up naturally with the dim light shining against the curtains, illuminating them slightly. From this sight alone I know it’s early morning and my alarm is about to go off any minute. I check, it’s 6.32. I’ve got 8 minutes before I have to get out of bed and shower. Im grateful for the 8 minutes. I roll over and close my eyes again.

Janet’s always been a light sleeper, and my movement has stirred her. She rolls over too and presses her body against my back.

“Morning darling” she whispers in my ear.

Her hand makes her way to my stomach and slides down the front of my boxer shorts. She gently squeezes my cock and I feel myself starting to get hard in her hand. I let out a slight sigh of pleasure.
I move my hips slightly so my wife has more room to play with my growing cock. I keep my eyes closed as she slowly strokes it back and forth, just focusing on the pleasure.

My daughters new boyfriend. [MF] [rough sex] [voyeur]

I’m trying my best to feign interest in my daughter’s birthday party but having a bunch of 15 year old girls talking about school and make up isn’t quite keeping my attention. I’ve half given up and put some football on the TV but I’ve put it on mute so when my wife comes in I can pretend I’m fully involved in supervising it. It’s my daughter Kate’s birthday today and she’s having fun which is the most important thing.

It’s 2pm and Alice should be here soon. Alice is my other daughter and she’s coming back home for a weekend from university and although she only left 2 months ago I’ve missed having her around all the time. I’m looking forward to seeing her but, as my wife Janet informed me just this morning, she’s bringing with her a new boyfriend. I’m in two minds about this, no dad looks forward to meeting their daughters new partner but as she’s just left for university in a different city 2 hours drive away I’m sort of glad she’s in a relationship and not sleeping around. Even though she’s 18 now I still hate thinking about her in the big wide world and enjoying all of the things availabile to her with her newfound independence and away from her parents supervision. I resolve that I’m going to genuinely try to get to know the new guy and be welcoming, if he is a good person of course.