The Step Daddy
Copyright© 2026 by Peyton Allen
Chapter 3 - Table for Three
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 3 - Table for Three - Stepdaddy controls wife & 18 year old daughter’s sex lives.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Heterosexual Fiction Slut Wife Anal Sex Cream Pie Facial Massage Masturbation Oral Sex Sex Toys AI Generated
Mike texted Jake on Thursday afternoon while he was still at the plant.
You free tonight? Wife’s on third. Got something for you.
Jake answered ten minutes later.
What kind of something?
My stepdaughter. Eighteen. Blonde. Tight little body. She likes older men. I already fucked her twice. Told her I’d start bringing friends over. She’s good with it as long as they’re built.
Jake stared at the message for a long second, then typed back.
How built?
Like me. Maybe a little thicker. You still lifting?
Yeah.
Then come over around nine. Have a couple drinks. If she likes you, you can have her till one. Every hole. I want her used.
Jake showed up at 9:15 with a six-pack. He was fifty, six feet even, two hundred and five pounds of dense muscle from years of warehouse work and early-morning lifting. Broad shoulders, thick chest, heavy arms, a solid gut that was still hard underneath. Short salt-and-pepper hair, trimmed beard, dark eyes. When he sat on the couch his thighs filled the legs of his jeans.
Ashley came out of her room in a short tank top and tiny cotton shorts. She stopped when she saw him. Mike watched her face while she took Jake in—the size of his arms, the width of his chest, the way he looked at her like he already knew why he was there.
“This is Jake,” Mike said. “Jake, Ashley.”
Jake nodded once. “Hey.”
They drank. Mike kept it casual for the first twenty minutes, talking about work, the heat, nothing important. Ashley sat on the arm of the couch near Mike, bare legs swinging. Every time she shifted, Jake’s eyes dropped to her thighs. After the second beer Mike stood up.
“Bedroom,” he said. “Both of you.”
Jake followed them down the hall. Ashley climbed onto the bed and pulled her tank top off without being told. Her breasts were flushed, nipples already hard. Jake stood at the foot of the bed and stripped while Mike leaned against the dresser, arms crossed.
Jake’s cock was thick and heavy, a solid seven and a half inches, the head broad and dark. He stroked it once while he looked at her. Ashley’s eyes stayed on it.
“On your knees,” Mike said.
She slid off the bed and dropped to her knees on the carpet. Jake stepped closer. She opened her mouth and took him in, lips stretching around the thick shaft. He let her work for a minute, one big hand resting on the back of her head, then started pushing deeper. She gagged once, eyes watering, but kept going. Spit ran down her chin and onto her tits.
Mike watched for a while, then said, “Get on the bed. Hands and knees.”
Ashley crawled up and positioned herself. Jake climbed on behind her, spit in his hand, and rubbed the head of his cock through her folds. She was already wet. He pushed in with one long, steady thrust. Ashley’s mouth dropped open. He was thick enough that she felt every inch. Jake gripped her hips and started fucking her in deep, heavy strokes, the sound of skin on skin filling the room.
“Her ass too,” Mike said from the dresser. “I told you every hole.”
Jake pulled out, shiny with her, and pressed the head against her tighter entrance. Ashley tensed. He worked the tip in slowly, then more, stretching her open. She made a low, broken sound into the mattress. Once he was buried he started moving again—slower at first, then harder. Mike stayed where he was and watched Jake fuck her ass until Ashley was shaking, one hand between her legs, fingers working her clit.