To call my marriage rocky would be overly kind. Mountainous would be a much fairer description. Two and a half decades of miscommunication, resentment and unfulfilled needs had left two best friends struggling to reach out to one another. We knew we both needed to swallow our pride. But there were so many small issues who knew where to begin.

Well, sex wasn't small. I'd found out I was kinky. Dominant with a bit of a sadistic side. I took this to my wife about five years ago, wanting to explore and share with her. But she wasn't open to it. Apparently learning your best friend wants to tie you up and hurt you for sexy kicks gave her trust issues. That's when things really went downhill.

But, well, that's when my relationship with you got better. My beautiful daughter. You were always a daddy's girl. But since then we became best friends. Doing so much together. Having you here has made it so much easier for me. Even as everything else got harder and worse. But this morning I'm waking up to what might be something I can't fix...

Last night I was feeling really down. I'd grabbed a bottle of wine and was just drowning my sorrows. You'd found me. And I'd spilled everything to you. Hearing it all, even my kinks, you'd taken my hand and placed it on your breast, and my other on your neck... and told me to take it out on you.

Well, I was drunk, hadn't had sex in a year, and a beautiful 19 year old wants me to have kinky sex with her? I didn't stop myself. I... well, I took everything out on you. I took your virginity in a night of sadistic bdsm hate fucking. And it felt good. But now I'm waking up, kind of hung over with my daughter in my arms. I can smell our sex on her. See the bruise on her ass... I should apologize, I should run away.

Why do I want to do it again? You're my best friend. I love you. But why do I just want to wake you up and go for round... you know what, I lost count last night.