How about a little dad/daughter naughtiness? How about we add a little girl/girl action? How about we add a wife that prefers girls over her husband? How about a wife that wants her husband and daughter to fuck for a baby? Yeah! you say? OK then, carry on.
If you think a married dad doing the dirty with his daughter is an extramarital affair, move along. If you think a wife doing the dirty with another girl is an extramarital affair, move along. If you’re offended by extramarital affairs in works of fiction, then please do move along. There are lots of other great stories out there better suited to you. Thanks!
Thanks to Nev for reading for boo-boo’s with his eagle eyes! XO
Caprice: Permission to Fuck Dad! 01
“Caprice, we need to talk to you.” Dad had that serious look that meant something important was up and my stomach knotted immediately.
His wife of two years sat with a stiff posture next to him, causing me more anxiety. Sunny was five years older than my twenty-two, so we didn’t exactly have a stepmother stepdaughter relationship. But no animosity. It was Dad’s choice and made him happy. That was all I cared about.
She glanced at her silent husband and spoke up. “You know we’ve been trying to get pregnant for a while now.” I nodded, wondering what I had to do with it. “It’s conclusive now that I’m unable to have a child.”
“Oh no, I’m sorry, Sunny,” I said sincerely. I know how much she wanted a child.
I glanced from one to the other still waiting to discover how I fit into all this.
Dad took my hand. “We decided to have a surrogate carry our baby, Cap.” I nodded. Still blank. “What we would love is if you would be the one to do that.”
I blinked hoping that would clear things up. Dad squeezed my hand.
“We talked it over and there’s no one we’d rather have than you to carry our baby,” Sunny said.
“Wow.” I know I sounded ludicrous, but I was still trying to digest it all. “I’d have to think about it. I never even thought about carrying my own baby yet.” I hesitated. “Or even if I want to have a baby…”
Dad said, “Yes of course you want to think about it. We expected that. Consider it. Come to both or either of us with any questions or issues you have. I’m sure you’ll have plenty.”
“Yes, thank you. I’m sure I will have questions.”
Dad slapped his thigh and said, “Now how about I take you both out for pizza and beer?”
The first time I sexually thought of my daughter was when she was nearly nineteen. Or I guess I should say the first time I got hard for her. Her Mom was in hospice care at home, and I had taken the bedroom next to Caprice.
My wife’s struggle was difficult on me emotionally. Our marriage had been solid, and we were so perfectly suited to one another. I needed sex every day and she did too so we spent most of the time talking when and were so our daughter didn’t catch us. We truly did love each other.
It was late and I was heading to my room when I heard Caprice crying. I didn’t’ think I could be much solace to her because my grief was deep, but I had to try.
I sat on the edge of her bed, and we talked. She calmed down some but was still upset. She asked me to stay with her. It didn’t occur to me that she was a woman now because she was still my little girl- even at eighteen.
I slipped into bed with her and pulled her against me. She sighed and squirmed back. I put my arm around her, and my hand landed on her breast. Filled my hand. It was at that moment I realized her breasts were like my wife’s.
Cap sighed again and put her arm over mine, effectively locking me in place with my hand covering her breast. At the same time, my cock engorged and pushed into her soft ass that was nestled tight against me.
I don’t’ know if she knew what she was doing, or it was actually offering her some comfort. But at this point, I was not going to make a big deal of it. I can’t say she wasn’t offering me some comfort as well, albeit in a way that shouldn’t be happening.
Her breathing became soft and even and I knew she was sleeping. My cock still rampant against her soft body, but my shorts and her gown separated us. Her nipple was hard and beaded in the palm of my hand, but her hand was still on top of mine.
I eventually fell asleep. She stirred in the morning and rolled to face me. She sweetly kissed me on the lips and thanked me for staying with her.
She hugged me and threw her leg over my hip. Her heat made my cock restless again.
I hugged her closer, my cock rubbing against her before I released her to get ready for work.
We never discussed it after, but I’d guess she was as aware as I was.
The weather was unusually hot and the aqua pool called my name. Dad and Sunny were at work, and I was stretched out with a book and my skimpiest bikini to catch some sun.
“That pool looks cool, mind if I join you, sweetheart?”
I can’t say I haven’t thought about a son that would look like my Dad. He was stocky with thick thighs and legs and arms. Dark stubble covered his sharp jaw, long black lashes hooded ice blue eyes.
“I can’t think of anyone I’d rather have join me,” I smiled.
We have always been casual, and he has seen me in this bikini as well as some pretty skimpy nightwear. Sunny had updated his wardrobe and he had a pair of mid-thigh pool shorts on, instead of his worn-out shorts. The black showed off his tan, which made his dark skin even more bronze.
He pulled up a chaise next to mine and put his hand on my leg. “Have you given any thought about carrying the baby? Any questions? I don’t even have it all sorted out yet but if you have questions I can’t answer, we will find out.”
“I have. A lot of thought. I checked the work thing, and they give time off and it’s spelled out clearly, so no problems.”
“Okay great. To be sure all your expenses will be covered so I don’t want that to be a concern to you.” I nodded assuming that was the case.
“I guess I’m wondering how it would all work. I mean how would I get pregnant? I know there are means to move the sperm but that’s about as far as my knowledge of it goes.”
He cleared his throat. “Yes, it can be done in-office, or by natural means.” He stopped to make sure I understood his meaning. My slowly flushing face told him I did. “Whatever you’d be most comfortable with, sweetheart.”
I mean who thinks about fucking their Dad. Maybe some do but it just never occurred to me. He’s good looking. Certainly, a sensual man. But it’s incest. But it’s certainly the cause of a lot of finger wagging. At best. But between consenting adults? I mean this is a different situation. Just not sex for the sake of sex, right? I’m almost providing a service to my Dad and stepmom. But is it what Dad wants? Is he going along with it because it’s what his young new wife wants? I mean he already raised a child. Me. Does he really want to start over. What if something goes wrong with their marriage? My head was spinning. But little did I know things were about to take a radical turn.
I leaned over to get the iced drink glass under my chaise. Thirty-four D’s were barely contained in the gossamer-thin strips of fabric, and any shift allowed my nipples to peek out. The condensation dripped onto my chest, ran rivulets down my chest and meandered the curves between my tits.