Page 51 of Hard Wood Daddy

But she gives me my little secret, because she loves me just like I am.

What she doesn’t know is, what I feel for her is beyond love. I love her as much as our Francesca and in some ways, it’s the same. That inner Daddy part she awoke in the forest that first day has become my north star. Loving her is one thing, but being her Daddy means I take care of her like I would my child.

I make sure she knows how smart she is. How much I want her to reach for the stars and come home safe to me. I fuck her like an animal, but I soothe her like a father. She tells me everything and I memorize every word. I can tell in an instant if she’s happy, sad, worried, excited…and I pull it all out of her and make sure she knows she can never tell me too much.

Nothing will ever turn me away.

Watching her had my dick turning to concrete again. I have become quite the ass man as well, and thank fuck, my wife likes it just as much as I do. When I came back from changing the baby’s diaper this morning and rocking her back to sleep, Tess was head down ass up in our bed, looking at me with that smile that drives me crazy.

“Baby asleep?” she asked, rolling her lips together.

“Fuck. Yes, wife, you need something?” I asked, already dropping my pants, my dick popping out, ready to serve.

Her messy bun never seems to be tamed, but when her eyes sparkle and she calls my name, nothing is more perfect in this world.

“I need you,” she said as she reached around, pulling her ass cheeks apart, and it was on.

I popped my weeping swollen head through that tight ring of muscle, and she was calling me Daddy and coming and nearly strangling my cock, but it hurts so good.

I filled up her ass, then ate her out, then put her on her knees and fed her my thick meat until she gagged and nearly passed out from the effort. I seem to have no off switch when it comes to my wife, and my balls are super producers. I can off load ten times a day sometimes and still go to bed wanting more.

She’s wearing this wispy yellow and green sundress one of the camp artists made for her a couple weeks ago, and damn, with no bra and the sun shining through, I want to rip the thing off with my teeth.

I put the ax I’ve been holding across my knees against the tree and pat my lap.

“Come ride Daddy’s dick, baby. I need relief.”

She spins and heads my way in her bare feet with her toenails painted all different colors as usual. I created an entire room just for her nail polish bottles and have a keen liking for her jerking me off with her feet.

She doesn’t have to work ever again, but she still enjoys modeling at the camp. I allow that, but only with her covered and me watching. I’ll stand there rocking Francesca, or with her swaddled against my chest, dead eyeing all the artists that might think of my wife in any way other than just a prop.

Frida is sunning herself on the porch railing as Tess dances down the path my way. I don’t waste any time getting my aching hard-on released from my jeans, kicking off my boots before stripping my pants and dropping them into a pile. Then I take my seat back in the chair and pat my lap.

“Take that dress off and ride Daddy’s dick.”

She pinches the cloth at her hips, not missing a step, and tugs it over her head, throwing it into the wind as it drifts to the ground.

Her tits always remind me that there is a God. They hang down nearly to her belly now, twice the size they were, and man, I know sometimes they have to be uncomfortable, all thatweight, but feeling them in my palms and the warm nipples in my mouth…I’m the luckiest guy in the world.

I’m still afraid of that damn cat though. And the new one that wandered onto the porch last winter, all skinny and crying. A little boy cat that seems to think I’m his personal scratching post.

I do my best to put on a brave face around those fuzzy nightmares, but the most they get from me is a two fingered tap on the head and a ‘shoo now. Go away’ when Tess isn’t listening.

The university has their ten-year lease, and they are growing the camp, but I put a limit on how much of the land they can use. I want this for my children’s future. They can have whatever land they want when it’s time.

Lindsay is Tess’s best friend and the only person I trust to babysit Francesca. The walls of the house are covered with drawings I’ve done. I even had a gallery show in the big city south of here, thanks to Tess and Linsday doing their shenanigans behind my back.

They even made me show up at the show opening.

I refused to wear the black tight jeans and white button up shirt they picked out for me though. But, I’ll do damn near anything for my wife, even go to the city to a fancy art gallery and let people stare at me.

But, turns out, my wife is right as usual about everything and my art is selling like wildfire across the country. I do more than just drawings of Tess and the baby now. I still have no idea what Plein Air means, but doesn’t seem to matter to the people who think my drawings are valuable.

I know more about taxes and money and investing than I ever thought possible as well. Tess and I have all these accounts with lots of zeros and percentages and honestly, she’s better at all that than I am, but I admit, seeing all our money working tomake more money, I’m sure my grandparents are looking down at me now with big, proud smiles.

I want more babies.

More. More.

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