I don’t know what possessed me to do it, but I’m glad I did. Our sex has become routine. It’s good, but hardly ever deviates from the same pattern. She jerks on me for a little while as I pinch and play with her nipples. Then my hand moves down her stomach and slides under her panties. My fingers play her clit and then slide down and hook inside her. She gasps as they push inside her. The stroke of her hand on my cock stops from the shock of my fingers entering her. I thrust them in and out and gently remind her not to stop stroking daddy’s cock. She manages to gain a little composure, but the handjob just isn’t as good when I’m fingering her. I keep going, telling her what a good girl she is as I listen to her moan and coo.
My mind is focused on two things. I want to be in her ass. And I want to be in her throat. I pull my fingers back and press my ring finger to her asshole. She opens her mouth, her chest rises, she takes a breath in expectation. She exhales a quivering breath as I meet that expectation and push inside her asshole. Her chest rises and falls as my fingers slide in and out of both her holes. She loves it so much.