Guys, Check Your Fiancée's Background Early. Might Be Your Daughter!

I met this girl and she was amazing. Easy to get along with, sexy, the total package. We started dating and quickly progressed to an engagement. Looking back, I should have asked many more questions about her background before taking her hand.

She was much younger than me, a turn-on for both of us. She would cry out, "Fuck me harder, Daddy!" as I fucked her every night. She liked the stability I could provide. It didn't hurt that I have an 8-inch cock, just the right size to really make love to a girl.

What she did reveal about her past was that we'd grown up in the same small town. It's such a small town that everyone knows everyone else. I would have known of her. But neither I, nor my parents, nor my friends could remember a girl of her age and name.

When I was 18 I knocked up a girl in our town. Classic high school boy mistake! In those days you went to live with relatives or you went to a religious house, so you could have the baby away from prying eyes.

My daughter was put up for adoption. I got to hold her when she was born, but that's it. I hadn't thought of her in years.

My wife would tell me stories of growing up in our town. They were pretty accurate, but then some crucial detail would be wrong.

I finally started to wonder. I photographed her ID and sent it to my friend who still lives in our town. It was a terrible shock when I opened that e-mail and learned I'd inadvertently married my own daughter!

She had moved away with her adoptive family when she was young. She didn't want to tell me about her past because a lot of men don't date orphans.

Neither of us had any idea we were related. I'd forgotten completely about the daughter I'd given up for adoption so many years ago.

So now we have the weird combination of a marriage that's great but not permitted. I can't stop being with her, of course. I don't do the "Daddy" role-play anymore, however, because that touches a little too close to home!