My wonderful wife died almost exactly 6 years ago. She had made me very happy and we enjoyed our life together. Our life was made all the better when our only daughter Megan was born 27 years ago. My wife and I have been very successful in business and we were both retired and living life to its fullest when disaster struck. Donna was killed in a car smash which was caused by a drunken and doped up young kid who also died in the accident. My life was very empty after that - I missed my wife terribly. I suppose it would be fair to say I had become a recluse and didn't go anywhere - just staying at home feeling miserable.
Megan was almost an ugly duckling, to coin a phrase, when she was young but she suddenly blossomed when she reached 15! She grew a beautiful looking girl with a wonderful figure. She grew breasts which were the envy of all the other young girls and the rest of her body was marvelous. My wife constantly told me we would have to watch out for our daughter because she would eventually become a handful! How right she was. We both grieved for Donna but Megan's grieving only lasted about 3 months before she was able to shrug off the feelings of loss and she started to get around as she had before her mothers death.
Megan had always had a group of young people around her and most of these were young men. From age 15 to 21 she was always on the go. She was extremely intelligent and had no trouble with her school work and later university where she graduated with honors in law. Of course she found work very easily and soon settled into a very good job where she hoped to be a partner in a year or so.
During this period when she was 15 to 21 she was constantly dating young men and never seemed to be without a male at her side. She still lived at home and, between us and a casual maid, we managed very well. Megan had no modesty about the way she dressed (or undressed) and was forever walking around the house with almost nothing on at all - sometimes she was naked - but although I was her father I still enjoyed looking at this lovely young woman.
I knew she was fucking most of the young men she went out with because she told me! There wasn't much she didn't discuss with me and that was a very healthy relationship to have. Our house was quite large and I didn't feel like moving while we both shared some memories of Donna in the home. Megan had her own apartment really set up in one of the wings of the house and so she was able to live her life somewhat separately from mine. It was nothing for me to see her walking around the house naked after spending the night with a young man in her room.
One morning she came into the kitchen to get some breakfast and as we sat at the glass-topped table she told me there were some things she wanted to discuss with me and now would be a good time. While she was sitting there wearing just a housecoat she began with, "Well Dad, guess what? Charles and I are going to get married!" I knew Charles - he was a very successful banker and regularly stayed overnight with Megan and I got to know him and like him a lot. The news cheered me up a lot and I walked around the table to hug and kiss her. She then continued with her news, "Dad, I suppose you would have already guessed I am pregnant and, although I am not sure it is Charles's baby, he is very happy to marry me and thinks it is his own. Of course this baby could have anything up to 10 different men as the father but Charles seems to be the best bet for my future so I have chosen him! If this sounds a bit callous then it is too bad - I have to look after my future and that of my baby!"
I wasn't a bit surprised there were possibly many men who could be the father. I knew Megan had slept around a lot but she was probably wise to choose the man most likely to be successful as her husband.
Megan and Charles were married with all the pomp money could buy and they seemed very happy. In due course they had a lovely little baby girl whom they called Chantelle. Of course she was the apple of my eye and I was allowed to look after whenever Megan needed some time alone. Looking after Chantelle gave me a new interest in life and I really loved that little girl. At the same time I knew Megan wasn't being true to Charles and I had my suspicions confirmed one day when Megan rang me and asked if she could come around and talk to me. I was nursing Chantelle while Megan sat opposite me on another lounge chair as we talked. I couldn't help looking up Megan's lovely legs and I am sure I could see black pubic hair indicating Megan wasn't wearing panties. Anyway, Megan told me she needed to talk privately and began, "You are probably aware I find it difficult having only one man to take care of my needs! I have been used to having lots of men and Charles, although a wonderful husband, is almost a bore when it comes to sex! I want more men and the risk of being caught troubles me so that is why I here now. Would you object terribly if I brought some men home here - one at a time, of course - for some extra sex every now and again. The benefit to you would be that you would be able to have Chantelle to look after while we are in my old room. How would you feel about that, Dad?"