It was a warm afternoon when I was loading my tools into the truck after a long day. John, my buddy and fellow contractor, strolled over with his usual laid-back grin.
“How about a beer?” he offered, leaning against the tailgate.
“Man, I’d love to, but it’s getting late. I should head home,” I said, wiping the sweat off my brow.
“Wife keeping you on a leash?” he teased.
I chuckled, shaking my head. “Nah, we’ve been separated for a while now.”
His face softened. “Damn, sorry to hear that. I didn’t know. Been there myself-six months without any action. Starting to notice my daughter’s friends a little too much, if you know what I mean.”
I knew exactly who he meant. His stepdaughter, Alyssa, was a familiar face around my place. She and my daughter, Carol, had been tight for years. Alyssa was a stunner-tall, slender, with long brown hair, piercing blue eyes, and a figure that could turn heads without trying. She’d hung out at our house plenty, and I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t noticed her.
“Trust me, I get it,” I said with a laugh. “It’s been five months for me. Carol’s been living with me most of the time-she and her mom never really clicked.”
John’s eyes lit up. “No offense, man, but Carol? She’s got that model vibe. Absolutely gorgeous.”
He wasn’t wrong. Carol had blossomed into a striking young woman-eighteen now, with her mom’s curves, a flat stomach, and my red hair. She was a head-turner, no doubt about it.
“She’s a handful, though,” I said, grinning. “Caught her sneaking guys into her room more than once. Found condoms in her purse, too.”
John laughed, shaking his head. “Same with Alyssa. They hit eighteen and suddenly think they’ve got to date the whole world.”
Carol and I were close, and I’d known for a while she was active-lately with some older college guys. I didn’t mind much; she was figuring herself out.
“Funny thing,” John said, his tone shifting. “Alyssa mentioned you the other day after you came by to shoot hoops. Said you were ‘pretty hot for a dad.’”
I raised an eyebrow, caught off guard. “Seriously? That’s wild. Carol said something similar about you after you helped with the deck. Called you ‘hot for an older guy.’ I’ll admit, I was a little jealous-hoping some nineteen-year-old out there still thinks I’ve got it.”
“She does,” John said with a smirk. “Look, Alyssa’s almost nineteen, and I’m just her stepdad. I don’t care who she’s with, long as it’s not some random creep. I’d rather it be someone I trust.”
“Same here,” I said, nodding. “Maybe we should just swap daughters-set them up with each other.”
We both cracked up, but John’s laugh faded into something more serious. “Dude, I’m down if you are. Carol’s incredible-I’d jump at the chance.”
I paused, testing the waters. “If I thought you meant it…”
“I do,” he said, locking eyes with me. “Alyssa’s staying with me next week at the new place. Bring Carol over for a pool day. Let’s see where it goes. I know Alyssa’s into you.”
“Alright,” I said, a mix of nerves and excitement kicking in. “Let’s do it.”
I should’ve felt weird about the idea of my forty-two-year-old friend hooking up with my daughter, but all I could picture was Alyssa-those softball-sized curves and that easy smile. Carol was already dating guys I didn’t know; at least John was a familiar face.
A few days later, I mentioned the invite to Carol. “John’s having us over to his new place. Pool, food, the works.”
“Alyssa and I were already planning to hang out there,” she said, smirking. “You and John can grill while we soak up the sun.”
“Think John’s got a thing for you,” I teased.
She rolled her eyes. “Doubt it. He’s probably seeing someone.”
“He’s not,” I said. “Told me himself how great you looked last time he was here.”
She crossed her arms, studying me. “And you’re cool with that?”
“You’re almost nineteen, kiddo. You’re an adult. Do what makes you happy.”
“He’s kinda old,” she said, but a grin crept in. “He’s got a nice butt, though. We’ll see.”
The day arrived, and John’s new house didn’t disappoint. As contractors, we’d both tapped our networks to build something impressive-big pool, sprawling patio, hot tub, and a sleek interior with stone showers and a sauna. We grilled, swam, and drank as the sun dipped low, casting a golden glow over the scene.
Carol rocked a white bikini that hugged her curves, her red hair catching the light. Alyssa lounged near me, her slim frame glistening as I rubbed aloe on her back after untying her top. She held it up with one hand, her hair piled high.
Across the patio, Carol mirrored the setup-sitting between John’s legs as he massaged aloe into her pale skin, his hands lingering a little longer than necessary.
“Getting chilly,” I called out. “Hot tub time?”
“Love it!” Carol said, tugging John up with her. Alyssa nodded, and we grabbed fresh drinks-rum and Cokes all around.
“Hot tub’s suit-optional,” Carol announced with a giggle, shedding her bikini and slipping into the steaming water. Alyssa followed, her bare form cutting through the mist. John and I exchanged a look, ditched our trunks, and joined them.
We weren’t kids anymore, but construction kept us fit—lean and tanned. As I sank in, Alyssa’s eyes flicked to me, a playful spark in them. Carol nestled close to John, her hand on his neck, while Alyssa slid beside me, pressing against my shoulder.
The water bubbled around us, tension simmering beneath the surface. Alyssa’s hand found my thigh, her lips brushing my cheek. I glanced at John-he winked, then pulled Carol in for a kiss. I turned to Alyssa, her tongue meeting mine as her grip tightened below the water.
Across the tub, John and Carol were locked in their own world, hands roaming. The air thickened with heat-literal and otherwise.
“Getting warm,” Carol said after a bit, climbing onto the edge, water dripping from her. John moved between her legs, his mouth on her skin. Alyssa followed suit, perching beside me, her smooth frame inviting me closer.
We traded kisses and touches until John broke the spell. “Let’s take this inside.”
Towels in hand, we stumbled into the house, drinks sloshing. Things escalated fast-Alyssa had me on the couch, her hands and mouth working magic, while Carol knelt before John in a recliner, their chemistry undeniable.
It was surreal, watching my daughter with my friend, yet here I was, lost in Alyssa’s rhythm. The night blurred into a haze of desire-positions shifting, boundaries fading. Carol straddled John, guiding him in, while I savored Alyssa’s taste, her gasps filling the room.
We moved to the floor, a tangle of limbs and heat. Alyssa positioned herself over Carol, their connection deepening as John and I traded winks and thrusts. The girls climaxed-Carol trembling under John, Alyssa shuddering against me-pushing us both to the edge.
“Inside me,” Alyssa whispered, and I let go, a wave crashing through me. John followed, his groans mixing with Carol’s as they finished together.
We collapsed, breathless, then laughed it off over small talk. A sauna session reignited the spark, but eventually, we split for showers-Alyssa and I in one, John and Carol in another. Later, I drifted off with Alyssa in my arms, her warmth against me.
Morning brought coffee and grins. The girls cooked breakfast, and Carol dropped the bombshell: “John and Alyssa planned this. We just went along.”
John shrugged. “Started when her mom left. She wanted you, though.”
“A month of scheming,” Alyssa added, smirking.
“And now,” Carol said, “we’ve got a new plan. I’ll stay with John every other week, and Alyssa’s with you, Dad.”
I laughed. “I’m in.”
John raised his mug. “Knew you would be.”
What started as a casual beer invite had turned into something wild-and oddly, it felt right.
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