Last Sunday
Some background: my wife and I have had an open relationship for nearly 40 years — she has a permanent hall pass and I enjoy watching. I've been with others too, but MFM is my preference. For the past 7 years or so, she's lost interest in playing with others after two disappointing bulls, but our bedroom is far from vanilla. We role-play constantly, with fantasies centered around her fucking someone — a coworker, her brother-in-law, a boss, a friend. She's always been insatiable in these scenarios.
Which brings me to Mother's Day. I woke her up whispering, "I'm gonna knock you up and make you a mother while your husband cooks us breakfast." She smiled, then flipped the script: "Come fuck me, daddy."
She calls me daddy regularly, but this was different. For the first time she used her nickname her parents call(ed) her with it — "come fuck your [name], daddy." New kink unlocked. While we fucked she said things like "pop my cherry daddy," "make me a woman daddy," "fuck me while mama's sleeping daddy." We both came hard, she soaked the bed.
Now I'm second-guessing things. Her relationship with her father always seemed normal, though early on she mentioned he "abused" her — I took that as disciplinarian. She also claimed I was her first, but there was no blood, and she was remarkably insatiable for someone who'd supposedly never been with anyone. I'd chalked it up to her Catholic repression finally releasing, but now I'm not so sure.