Fictional story all characters are 18+
Our trip to France was meant to be a salve for Kathrine’s wounded heart. At 18, she was feeling the sting of a recent breakup, and my wife Claire and I hoped the change of scenery would help her heal. Claire, youthful and vibrant at 49, shared a deep bond with Kathrine, often jesting that they could pass for sisters due to their similar builds and striking brunette hair.
One quiet evening, as we settled into our hotel after a day of sightseeing, Claire teased Kathrine, “I’m jealous, Kathrine. You could sleep through an earthquake. I, on the other hand, get woken up by your dad’s snoring.”
Kathrine, with a light laugh, responded, “Yeah, once I’m asleep, it’s hard to wake me up.”
Their playful banter was a reminder of the lighter moments we still shared, despite the shadow of Kathrine’s heartache. It was these moments I hoped would define our trip, a balm for the pain we’d left behind.
Feeling the call of the night, I decided to explore the local nightlife, leaving Claire and Kathrine to their mother-daughter time. “Just don’t lose your phone again,” Claire chided with a smile, a playful nod to my past mishaps.
“I’ll do my best,” I promised, though the night ahead was unpredictable.
As I ventured into the vibrant pulse of French nightlife, I lost myself in the music and camaraderie, a temporary escape from my worries. Unbeknownst to me, in the whirlwind of the evening, my phone slipped from my grasp, lost in the sea of faces and lights.
Returning to the hotel in the early hours, a buzz from the night’s festivities clouding my judgment, I approached what I believed to be our room. The door was unlocked. “I thought I told her to lock it before I left,” I mumbled to myself, confused. Claire was meticulous about security; leaving the door unlocked was out of character. My thoughts were hazy as I stumbled towards the bed, managing to take off my top and pants just wearing my boxer shorts.
Lying beside my wife Claire, who was fast asleep, I felt a sudden urge. The alcohol from earlier clouded my thoughts and heightened my desire. I remembered a talk we had where she shared a secret fantasy of being fucked while asleep. In my tipsy state, I decided to make it real.
I positioned myself behind her, feeling her warmth, and lifted her nightie. Surprisingly, she wasn’t wearing underwear, which was unusual for modest Claire. Drunk and bold, I let my hands explore her body freely.
I moistened my fingers and stroked the tip of my hard cock, teasing myself in readiness to enter her from behind. With a swift motion, I plunged into her, revelling in the tightness and warmth that greeted me. In my intoxicated haze, it took a moment to realize the difference in her response. She seemed distant, lost in a deep slumber, unresponsive to my advances.
Despite the realization, the pleasure was too intense to halt. Gripping her hips firmly, I maintained my rhythm, my hand wandering to her bare breasts. The absence of a bra caught me off guard, adding to the thrill of the moment. As I squeezed her breast, my fingers trailed down to stimulate her clit, all while continuing my thrusts into her slick pussy. Another discovery struck me as I noticed her smooth, shaved pubic area, a departure from her usual style.
As I kept penetrating my slumbering wife, a wave of unease washed over me. Despite her prior consent to engage intimately while she slept, a nagging doubt gnawed at me. Tonight, her body seemed altered, and it wasn’t solely due to the alcohol clouding my judgment.
My thrusts quickened, driving deeper into her, eliciting faint whimpers that escalated into louder moans as I intensified my pace.
“Oh, honey, your vagina feels great tonight,” I said as I thrust my penis into her more vigorously, causing her to moan as my cock powerfully fucked her. “Mmmm… Oh,” she seemed to sound differently.
“You feel so fucking tight and wet, Claire,” I murmured as I continued to pound into her, my hips slapping against her arse. I reached around to cup her breasts, feeling their fullness in my hands. I pinched her nipples, eliciting a soft gasp from her lips.
As I fucked her harder, I noticed her body responding in unfamiliar ways. Her breathing was deeper, her moans more frequent, and her hips seemed to move in rhythm with my thrusts. It was as if she was waking up but still lost in a hazy dream.
I leaned down to whisper in her ear, “Do you like it, Claire? Do you like it when I fuck you like this?” As I continue to fuck her pussy I could hear the sloppy sounds of my cock sliding in and out of her.
She moaned in response, her voice thick with desire. “Mmmm…Yes, yes, oh dad.. it’s… it’s me, I am not Mom, ah fuck, fuck me harder, my pussy.” she begged, her hands reaching back to grip my thighs.
I stopped thrusting, “Oh fucking hell, Kathrine, I didn’t realize you were here,” I mumbled, disoriented and confused.
“I… I can’t believe you have your cock inside me, what the fuck,” she stammered, her breathing heavy and her voice thick with desire. “Jesus, Dad, you might as well finish me off since you started, it will be our little secret… secret,” she said, her voice wavering slightly.
“It’s okay, really,” she said, reaching out to touch my arm. “I… I trust you, Dad. And it felt good, really good.”
I was still horny I was about to pull out but I sighed “Fuck it” and I started thrusting into her really fucking her pussy hard. She pushed her face into the pillow moaning as I pounded harder and harder.
I thrust into her with renewed vigor, the realization of my mistake only heightening my arousal. Her body, so different from Claire’s, felt even more enticing in its unfamiliarity. I gripped her hips, pulling her closer with each thrust, my balls slapping against her ass as I fucked her with an intensity that bordered on brutality.
Her moans grew louder, more desperate, her voice muffled by the pillow as she surrendered to the pleasure. I reached around, cupping her breasts and pinching her nipples, eliciting a gasp from her lips. My fingers trailed down to her clit, rubbing it in a circular motion as I continued to pound into her.
“Oh god, yes, Daddy. Fuck me harder. I’m so close,” she cried, her voice thick with desire. Her body moved in rhythm with my thrusts, her hips bucking to meet mine as I drove deeper into her.
I could feel my orgasm building, the sensation spreading from my balls to the base of my cock. I reached down, wrapping my hand around her throat, applying gentle pressure as I continued to fuck her.
“I’m going to cum inside you, Kathrine. Are you ready for it?” I asked, my voice husky with desire.
“Yes, Daddy. Give it to me. I want to feel you cum inside me,” she moaned, her voice barely audible as she pushed her face further into the pillow.
With a final, powerful thrust, I came inside her, filling her pussy with my seed. I held still, my cock buried deep inside her as I caught my breath.
“That was… that was amazing, Daddy,” she whispered, her voice barely audible as she lay there, spent and sated.
I pulled out, my cock glistening with our combined fluids. I lay down beside her, my hand resting on her hip and said, “Dad you better go join Mom, can’t sleep here she will kill us.”
I quickly got dressed and left the room, my heart pounding in my chest. I felt like a criminal, sneaking out of the room in the dead of night. As I walked down the hallway, I couldn’t shake off the feeling of what had just happened. I had just fucked my daughter, something that I never thought I would do.
I returned to our original room, where Claire was still fast asleep. I slipped into bed next to her, my mind still racing. I couldn’t believe what had just happened. I had just cheated on my wife with our daughter. The guilt was overwhelming, but the satisfaction was undeniable.
I woke Claire up gently, kissing her on the forehead. Moments later she woke up and also Kathrine came into our room. She looked embarrassed when she looked at me with a smile.
#dad daughter sex #dad