Dads Swap Daughters Novels & Stories

dad said excitedly. Yeah let's go meet my dad's wife. Man my father is like a kid who just got candy from his nana. It's good to see dad like this it's been nearly 5 years now. Dad said I should go inside because he wants to get our things from the car. Just as I was about to knock a fucking goddess open the door like man she's got beautiful tanned skin,beautiful blue eyes you could drown in,small nose and full kissable lips. I didn't even realise I was staring nope scratch that admiring this goddess before me until she cleared her throat.

He kept looking at Rex and his daughter like he had questions for them, but he didn't say anything and just watched his daughter fondle the other man's cock while Rex played with Tyla's tits. As if he didn't want to outdone, Tom pulled Keri's shoulder straps down and got her dress down below her braless tits. While Tyla's dad focused on the blonde girl's tits, his daughter could see how much he liked them. Part of her felt jealous, but with Rex feeling her tits at the same time it seemed like a weird way to feel. Keri was probably feeling the same way, jealous but incredibly turned on. When they were planning this out, they hadn't thought about both of them getting fucked by both dads, but T

All of us tangled together in my bed that was really our bed. "Still think we're just your daddy's friends?" David asked, amusement in his voice. I smiled against his chest. "No. You're my daddies now." "That's right," Marcus murmured. "Your daddies who love you." "Love you so fucking much," Eric agreed. "More than we should," James added quietly. "But we don't care." "We're yours," David said, kissing the top of my head. "As much as you're ours."

“For… all of you. Inside me.” Grant’s hand tightened gently on her leg. Marcus’s foot massage stopped. Cole kissed her forehead. “We have been waiting for you to say that.” “But,” she continued, voice small, “I don’t want to choose one first. I want all my Daddies.” Marcus spoke first—deep, reassuring. “Then we will make it special. Together.” They came up with “Daddy dates.” Individual time with each Daddy—full days or evenings tailored to his personality and their bond.

She sipped on her soup as she hurled insults at me. "You got my son killed and birthed a worthless brat in return! You're not getting any of this soup!" This happened on the day my daughter was born. Had I been reborn? I remembered just moments ago, the child who I'd painstakingly raised had unplugged my oxygen supply and then chatted away with the nanny happily. It was then I'd discovered my child had been swapped shortly after birth. I'd died in agony, filled with betrayal and despair. At present, Doris flung her spoon into the thermal container and slammed it onto the bedside table.

I also made an effort to listen to Madeline’s thoughts, putting myself in her shoes and trying to understand her perspective. Their lives began to improve, and they often shared stories about the friends they made at school. They became close companions as they learned from each other. Together, they succeeded in getting into prestigious universities. I watched them smile often and I quietly exhaled with relief. As I became more empathetic, I no longer blamed others for my suffering. Slowly, my business began to flourish. The soul swap was perhaps a gift from the heavens. It not only saved Madeline but also rescued me from becoming someone increasingly arrogant and self-centered.

I felt the vacancy prickle at me as I searched for signs of them. Then I found it. A note sat on the kitchen table. Cora, Ben’s father came to claim him today. I’m going with them. I’ll call when I can. Don’t worry about us. Take care of Riley. — Daisy I dropped the note. For a second, I just stood there, stunned. Daisy had never mentioned Ben’s father before. She’d been fiercely private about it. And now, she was just… gone? My only sister had left me so easily for someone who was basically a stranger.

They went from being the daughters of a wealthy man to having nothing. Mrs Morgan was the youngest of the sisters. The other three were already married but had only given birth to daughters. Mrs Morgan was the lucky one—she married a billionaire. When Mrs Morgan was about to give birth, her eldest sister, Veronica, felt she had to act when the doctor said she couldn't give birth again because of her complications. She feared that if her younger sister also had a daughter, the same fate would repeat itself. So, she did the unthinkable—she swapped the baby at the hospital.

I want the ground to open up and swallow me whole. I want to reply her and say we don't know eachother all that well because she drove the wedge between us from the beginning. When we lost my dad, I was ten and she grew cold to me. She claimed I reminded her of him because we shared multiple physical features and she hated me for it. She got busy with work and her own personal life and sent me off to boarding school. I have never forgiven her for it. But now, she wants to be this great selfless mother who wants to know who her daughter was fucking. Too bad, it happens to be her husband. Fuck. This is such a messy situation. How did my life become this? "Christine, you don't want to part ways

My husband stared at the video sent by his assistant, his disbelief evident as he turned to me. "All this time, you were upset with me, insisting on returning to your family while pregnant was all because they were causing trouble behind the scenes! Fiona, this is outrageous! And no matter what, Sharon is still their wife and daughter-in-law!" I lowered my gaze, watching his angry expression in silence. They had done far worse. In my previous life, to ensure Brian and Sharon had an heir after her infertility, they swapped my daughter for Sharon’s tumor. The thought made my eyes drift to the tiny bundle in the bassinet. My daughter slept peacefully, her chest rising and falling softly.