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I am a 40 year old man who has been married to my lovely wife for 19 years. I have always been a faithful husband and never even thought of cheating on my wife, until recently.
I was raised in a religious household and was taught from an early age that sex was for procreation only. I have had very little experience with masturbation and have had sex with only one person, my wife.
I have never seen a girl naked other than my wife. I never looked at pornography or anything like that.
Until now.
See, my youngest daughter, Amanda, who is 19, is about to go to college. She is a beautiful, petite girl, with long, blonde hair, blue eyes, and a nice, shapely, athletic body.
My wife has been very strict with all of our children and has always kept a close eye on her. We are a religious family and we raised our daughters with the same morals that we were raised with.
So Amanda has been very inexperienced and has had little to no experience with guys. She was very excited to go to college and was looking forward to being away from the watchful eye of her parents - especially her mother.
One day, I came home from work and my wife told me that Amanda had left to go to college a few hours earlier and that she was sorry she missed me, but she was excited to start her new adventure.
But that wasn't exactly the truth. See, I offered to teach Amanda everything I knew about sex before she left for school, so she wouldn't be completely lost when she started having sex.
And I knew she would.
I wanted to make sure that she enjoyed her first time and that she wasn't hurt. I didn't want her first sexual experience to be with a stranger, in some dark dorm room. So I told her I could teach her everything she needed to know.
But we had to be discreet and do it away from mom.
"Are you sure this is okay, Daddy?" she asked. "Mom would be pretty upset if she found out."
"Don't worry, baby," I said, kissing her forehead. "It's just between you and me." I hugged her close and rubbed her back. I could feel her soft, perky breasts pressing against my chest.
I ran my hands over her smooth skin and leaned in to kiss her neck. She smelled so sweet. She was wearing her favorite perfume - a light, fruity smell, like strawberries and vanilla.
She had on a pair of tight jeans that hugged her curves perfectly. Her top was low cut, showing off her firm, young breasts.
We went to the motel and checked into our room. I was nervous and excited. My heart was pounding in my chest. I had never been with another woman other than my wife. But here I was, in a motel room, with my youngest daughter.
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