Daughter Swap Part 2 – Dad’s Desire

Ever since I had the pleasure of watching my friend John screw my daughter Carol, I had developed a completely different view of my young redhead.

Yes, as I watched them fucking across the room that night, my daughter’s nineteen year old friend was on the end of my own cock, and that should have been enough.

But after that foursome I started to fantasize about putting myself in John’s place, stroking my daughter from behind, filling my hands with her big soft tits, emptying my balls into her pussy.



More and more she reminded me of my wife when she was young. She was short, like her mother, with a mane of curly red hair and perfect, big tits with pink nipples that always seemed to be hard. Her shapely butt and flat tummy rounded out a near perfect body, with milky white skin and just a few freckles here and there. She had a beautiful face, a pert, upturned nose, big green eyes and pouty lips that looked so innocent – until I saw my friend John sliding his cock between them.

When John’s step-daughter Alyssa and I had sex, I fantasized the she was my daughter Carol. During the week I would think about my luscious redhead girl and jerk off. After I masturbated I had a wave of guilt about imagining my cock inside my daughter.

Each time, the wave became smaller, and faded away faster.

This weekend was Carol’s turn to stay with John, and his step-daughter Alyssa would normally stay with me. But she was on a road trip with friends so I was going to be alone.

“Why don’t you come over on Saturday.” Carol said

“I don’t want to be a third wheel honey.” I replied/

Maybe it was my imagination, but it seemed over the past month she had been wearing increasingly less around the house. No bra suddenly became the norm, her big round tits swaying seductively with every little move. Watching TV at night curled up on the couch in pajamas, or a robe that often hung open just enough for me to get a glimpse of those big soft tits.

Today was no exception, the silky t-shirt she was wearing allowed her nipples to strain against the material, erect and clearly visible.

“Don’t be like that, we can hang out at the pool, make some food, have a few drinks.”

“Yeah, maybe.”

“I know you’re going to be lonely with Aly out of town. It’s not fair that we’re over here having fun.” She said, hugging my arm and pressing her firm boobs into me.

“OK. You win. I’ll stop by.” I said laughing.

I didn’t really know how Carol and John spent their weekends together. I had been trying to keep busy with Alyssa so I wouldn’t have time to think about what my twenty year old daughter was doing with my forty-five year old friend.

But of course, my daughter Carol and that head of red hair, big tits and perfect ass were always on my mind.

I arrived at about five o’clock with the prerequisite beer and brats and we grilled near the pool.

Carol was in bikini bottoms and a Hawaiian shirt that belonged to John, unbuttoned far enough I could see she had left her bikini top in her room.

At one point while we sat on the lounge chairs she pulled her shirt off and went into the pool, her big tits on display for both of us. She sat on the edge of the pool facing us and lifted both arms above her head to wring the water out of her long red hair.

Watching the water run down her tits and dripping from her perfect pink nipples had my cock stirring in my pants.

For a long moment I forgot the pale redhead with the luscious big tits was my own flesh and blood.

She inherited my red hair but otherwise was a cross between her Mother and her Aunt. Both women were blonde blue-eyed Swedes with big tits, broad shoulders, milky white skin and an appetite for cock.

I watched as Carol, still sitting on the side of the pool, put on a big floppy hat to keep the sun off her freckled shoulders. She leaned back, palms on the warm wet tiles with her gorgeous tits swaying ever so slightly with her movement.

“Fuck man, your girl gets me so hard.” John said

“I know, I’ve seen you two.” I replied.

“Alyssa is great, but your girl is next level.”

“I have to say, she gets me hard too.” I admitted.

“Who wouldn’t, dude. She’s perfect.”

“Since the four of us got together I can’t stop thinking about it.” I said.

“You ever thought about hitting that?”

“Fucking Carol, my daughter?”

Yeah. Has she ever expressed an interest?”

“I’m…I don’t think so. Maybe?”

“Just consider how she feels, what situation would make it OK. You two were separated for a long time. There’s obviously an attraction.”

“Has she said something to you guys?”

“Not in so many words. Be honest. Have you thought about it?”

“Honestly, lately, I have.”

“It changes everything. I remember when Alyssa and I started fucking. I found she had wanted to for a long time. I didn’t pick up on it because I was trying to be a “good dad”. Suddenly none of that other shit mattered when we were fucking each others brains out.”

“Yea, she’s your step daughter though. It’s different.”

“Yea I get it, that’s your baby girl over there. But man, she’s all grown up. That’s not your kid anymore if that helps. That’s a grown woman.”

I didn’t want to reveal just how badly I wanted her at this point. But I began to turn John’s words over in my head. All of her teasing, flirting and of course, letting me see her nude or having sex. Was she sending me signals?

Later, as they headed inside, I began to feel like that third wheel.

“Hey, I should just take off, let you guys go on in.”

“Just come in. You can hang out for a while. Please…”

“No I can’t.”

“You remember last time? I knew you were watching me. That made me so hot, the idea that you were watching.” Carol said, tugging at my hand.

“It did, huh?”

“Come in, have another drink. You can watch. John likes the idea too.”

I had to pretend that I was reluctant.

Of course, all I wanted was to see more of her.

It was all I had been thinking about for weeks, seeing her nude, maybe even touching her.

“Ok, If you insist.”

Why not, I thought to myself.

Why not come in, pour myself a drink? Why not sit back on an overstuffed chair in the master bedroom and watch my daughter get naked, her red curls falling off her pale shoulders, her big tits bouncing as she crawled on the bed.

Why not?

Why not sit back, sipping Jack Daniels and watch my daughter take the cock of my friend, a dude twice her age, into her pretty mouth, one hand on his tan washboard stomach the other gripping the base of his long hard-on?