I'd often wondered how personal their discussions did get. I've been amazed before at how really personal women can get when talking to one another; not vulgar as men so often get, but really _really_ personal about physical and emotional needs, their men, and so on. I've wondered if Michelle has ever discussed with her daughter her physical relationship with me.

Michelle and I are quite honest and frank with one another about almost everything. I've always been quite open (with her) about my attitude toward her daughter: that I thought Karen was a silly bimbo most of the time .. but a very _sexy_ bimbo. Michelle seems to get a kick out of hearing me tell her about any sexy dreams I've had (even if I'm dreaming about someone other than her), and she didn't seem to blink an eye the several times when I described a dream about me and her daughter.

Still, she has never given me formal or even hinted approval to start any sort of physical relationship with Karen, and has often bluntly said it wasn't a good idea to have physical relationships with family members. So I've never made a pass, and didn't have the slightest idea if Karen would be interested in me.

The two women come back in to the living room at about the time the news is over. I assume Michelle's returned to watch one of the evening game shows with me, but she mutes the television sound.

"Fritz, Karen and I have been talking."

There's something in her tone .. something that signals she's made some sort of decision, or she's ready to make some sort of proposition. I've heard this before, usually when it comes to buying a car or house or something. I wonder what surprise my dear wife has for me this time.

"Karen was just telling me how she wanted to go out to some bars like she used to, but she doesn't have a car, and she doesn't know anyone to take her."

I look at my wife and then at Karen. "Karen, I thought you were going to stay away from those joints since you went through that abuse program."

Karen replies, "Well, I wasn't going there to drink. I've quit drinking. I just wanted to go and have some fun and meet people."

My wife interrupts. "She wanted to go to a bar so she could meet some guy and take him to bed, that's what she's really trying to say."

I try to repress a smile as I watch Karen's face blush.

"Well, she's a big girl now. If she wants to get laid, what's wrong with that?" I might as well throw some gasoline on the sexual fire here.

"Well, we talked about that and she agrees that she really doesn't need to get involved with any other guys right now. So we were wondering what else she could do to .. you know, kind of stay satisfied."

I nod, looking at the two of them. What are they working up to?

"So I told her if all she wanted was sex, that we could take care of that for her. Well, that _you_ could take care of that for her."

Michelle reaches over and hands me a stiff card. I cover my surprise by examining the card. On the top is printed "Karen", and there's a grid of squares laid out in ink, a 5 x 5 matrix.

"But I'm not just going to turn you over to her." She gives Karen a stern look and then returns to addressing me. "She needs to learn a little self-control. So we worked out a compromise. If she doesn't run around looking for other men, she can have sex with you. But she has to keep track of each time on this card, because she's going to have to do chores for me in exchange."

I almost burst out laughing. What a situation! My wife is exchanging my sexual favors for work from her own daughter? And this is supposed to be a good deal for her daughter? Well, Michelle always had a knack for bargains and good deals. And I think she knows full well I'd be more than willing to go along with this one. Still, I try to play along with her, and maybe give her a hard time, playing stupid.

"Gee .. this is 25 times just on this card alone! That's a lot of sex! How often am I supposed to do this? And how much sex does she get each time? And does she come over here, or I go over to her place, or what?" Oh, I'm just full of questions, when my strongest inclination is to throw my sexy young stepdaughter on her back and fuck the hell out of her! But I'll play along with my wife's game.

Michelle coolly looks at me as if we were discussing a car loan or hiring a baby sitter. "Oh, she'll have to space it out, so it shouldn't be more than a couple of times a week. And it can be either way: she can come over here to get with you during the day, and then stay right here and work; or you can go over to her home. But either way, she has to mark it off on the card, the date and time."

I see her restraining a smile. She sees the joke too.

"How much sex?" she continues. "Well, you'll just have to work that out with her."

I look at Karen. She has been sitting there quietly during our discussion. I find this so hard to believe, that Michelle and I are talking quite calmly about how often and how much and where I'm going to be fucking her own daughter! Still, I have to agree this solves several problems. One, Michelle at least knows who I'm having sex with. Two, it might ease some of the sexual pressures on Michelle: I know she's found it more painful and tiring to be as physical in our sex life as I'd like. And three, it's keeping Karen off the streets!

"Well, all right .. I'll be glad to do my part." I look sternly at Karen. "But you're _not_ going to be going out barhopping, right? And sleeping around with other guys? The last thing in the world I need is for you to bring home some disease you've picked up from fucking some asshole out there!"

Karen nods. "No, I promise .. it'll just be with you. If you don't mind." I can hear a pleading in her voice. This girl must be hornier than I ever imagined! Or there's another part to the deal I don't know about, not surprising with my wife.

"OK .. well, when do you want to start?" I might as well get this terrible job under way, I think to myself, again trying not to grin like a rat in a cheese factory.

"Well .. I thought maybe .. well, you could drive me home now and .. maybe .. you know, you could start then?"

"Oh? Don't want to waste any time, do you, Karen?" I smile at her sudden blush. "Well, why not. OK with you, honey?" I stand and look at my wife.

"No, that's fine with me. Don't be too late though. You haven't had supper yet."

"Oh, I won't, honey. It takes a while just for the drive though." She knows that, having driven the route many times. Any mention of just how long I'm going to spend fucking her daughter remains unspoken.

I check my pockets and slide on my shoes. "Ready to go then, Karen? Got everything you need?" I contemplate for a moment going upstairs and getting the box of toys Michelle and I enjoy playing with: the big slide-on dildo, anal plug, ropes .. but decide that might be pushing things so early in the game. One thing in that box might have importance though. I voice an important consideration.

"Karen .. I need an honest answer now. When's the last time you had a physical, you know, were checked for VD? I know you've been infected a couple of times before, and I need to know if I should bring prophylactics with me or not. I know you won't get pregnant, but I don't want to be infected by you with anything horrible."

Karen blushes. "I got all that cleared up weeks ago, and I haven't been with anyone at all since Jake had to go back to jail."

I remember Jake, an unsavory type. Well, maybe that's just my prejudice against a relatively lazy bum with a jail record, who appeared to be only good for fucking Karen until her eyes glazed over. She always got such a stupid look when she talked about him; I presumed that was his principal attraction. Well, he's out of the picture now, and that redirects my young stepdaughter's desires towards me!.......(cont)