Host Daddy

I pulled off the freeway and followed the road signs pointing me to the correct terminal at the airport. I was on my way to drop off my wife, Rachel, who was heading off for a week-long trip.

"Well, looks like we're getting close. Are you going to be alright while I'm gone?" She asked while turning towards me as we slowed down, the car getting stuck in the hectic traffic of people entering and exiting the drop-off lane. She had a soft frown on her face as I honked my horn at a car that tried to merge without looking.

"Absolutely, no need to worry about me. You just go enjoy yourself, and I'll see you when I get back." I said with a soft smile as I quickly pushed the car into the drop-off zone.

"I guess it'll be a nice time with Beth and Sakura away at the music festival. Be sure to look after them. I love Beth, but she can be a bit of a..."

"A bad influence... absolutely. I think they'll be fine, if anything I'm glad Sakura is going with her. Hopefully she'll serve as the positive influence and keep Beth a bit grounded. They should have just left a little while ago, I'm sure I'll hear from Beth about car troubles in a little bit." I said as we parked the car. I opened the trunk and pulled my wife's suitcase out, handing it over to her with the handle pulled up. "Well..." I said, uncomfortably rocking back and forth on my feet as I looked down at my wife. Rachel was, well, stunning. At 45 she was absolutely in the prime of her life. Her blonde hair was tied up in a ponytail for her trip, and her yoga pants and tank top showed off a body that still looked incredible after almost 20 years of parenting. "I guess I'll be seeing you when you get back. Have a wonderful time babe, I love you."

"Thank you baby, I love you too." She said, standing on her toes to peck me on my cheek as she grabbed her bag and made her way inside. I watched as she sauntered inside, and then slowly got back in my car as I watched her drop off her bag through the glass doors. I switched the radio to sports talk and I tried to distract myself from thinking about her trip.

Truth be told, this wasn't a normal trip at all. We'd told the girls she was flying off to California to see some girlfriends from college. But the honest truth of the matter was that my wife was flying off to Cancun. Five years earlier, we'd agreed to enter an open marriage. I'm 15 years older than my wife, and we'd met shortly after my first marriage ended in divorce. Things were wonderful in every way, I was older and understood more about myself and what I wanted. She was ready to give me a family, and she did. We had our daughter together, and I knew that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with her. But as I got older, I could feel myself slowing down at the same time she was entering the prime of her life sexually. I knew from my divorce how feelings of unrequited desire can turn into resentment, so I wanted her to be able to flourish and enjoy herself until she didn't feel like it anymore. So our agreement became that once a year she takes a trip somewhere, no questions asked, and comes back home to me after enjoying herself. The system worked, and in a lot of ways our sex life had never been better. But there was still a bit of discomfort during the first couple of nights knowing my wife was about to have her fun without me.

I got off the freeway and pulled into the neighborhood. I was beginning to feel my nerves evaporate as I got closer to home. I couldn't remember the last time I had the house all to myself. I'd bought it as a gift for myself after retiring. After 20 years in the military, and another 15 in the corporate world, I was ready to enjoy myself. Have a place to settle down forever, with all of the amenities I'd wanted but never had the time or resources to bring in.

I was thankful the girls were going to be off on their own trip for a few days. They were off to some music festival featuring a bunch of rappers that I'd never heard of before. Beth loved that stuff, I never knew why. At 19, she was taking a year off from school to "find herself." She'd always been a bit of a wayward soul, which I assume she took from me and my own youth before I matured and got my life together. Her definition of "finding herself" so far had mostly been to party, hang out with her friends who were still in town, and get drunk on my dime at the house. How could I be mad at her though? She looked just like her mother, and I had the exact same idea of how I wanted to live my life at her age.

After a few months of this, Rachel and I decided that maybe we needed to do something to bring in another perspective for Beth to encounter. Somebody that wasn't her two parents. Rachel had been approached by the bank she'd worked at part-time about an exchange program the company had enrolled in. Basically, the company hosted a student from Japan for a few months to work for them and master their English before enrolling in college the following year. All they needed was a host family. The bank had assumed Beth was going to college and that a room would be open, but we were happy to help with a guest bedroom.

And that's how Sakura showed up at our doorstep in December. It was May now, and she'd practically become part of the family. She was always kind, considerate, and thoughtful. In my retirement I'd basically become her American coach. I taught her how to drive and helped get her license, I helped her with her English and some of the American slang terms she didn't learn in school, and taught her how to cook some more common American meals. Beth enjoyed helping her get more acquainted with American culture, showing her how to dress and how to get along with people their age. Rachel had enjoyed her willingness to help around the house and to help get Beth to work in the mornings. Beth and Sakura were both working as clerks. It was a good way to help Sakura work on basic English while answering phone calls, and it was an attempt to force Beth to be more responsible. Sakura was going to be missed when she left in the summer, and I was beginning to wonder how to best send her off.

I'll just admit it right here. Sakura was...well... hot. I mean who couldn't help but steal some glances at this gorgeous young woman? Like Beth, she was 19 years old. She stood at about maybe 5'0" if she stretched, matched with a toned body that sported a tight hourglass figure, leading down to toned legs and leading up to what I could ascertain from doing laundry were C cup breasts. She couldn't weigh more than 100 pounds. She had soft, pale skin and a rounded face. She had deep brown eyes and a pointed chin that slightly protruded out. She kept her jet black hair long and straight, and due to her short height her hair practically went down past her shoulder blades. And she had this infectious, bubbly personality. She lit up every room she entered, and the mood around the house had changed significantly with her around. Maybe I'm just a horny old pervert, but there was absolutely something dynamite about this girl. And was I in the wrong? I'm in an open marriage. It would never happen, but it didn't hurt to try and imagine what she looked like naked. I always kept my conduct appropriate around her, I didn't want her to feel uncomfortable in the house at all.

As I pulled into the driveway, I got out of the car and made my way inside the house. It was a two story house with a modernist design. A lot of floor to ceiling windows which were protected by a long driveway and extensive array of fences, trees, and shrubs that gave us the required privacy we needed in the home. I made my way into the kitchen, looking through the back door and eyeing our pool. It was finally warming up enough to get back in, and I'd just had the cleaners come through the day before to get it set up for my week-long staycation. I grabbed a pre-made salad out of the fridge that Rachel had helped me meal-prep. After five years of retirement, I'd really let myself go and I was now having my own moment of realization where I had to start dieting again. At my age, it's easy to let yourself go after a life of success. I finished my dinner quickly and turned the baseball game on as I made my way back to the master bedroom to shower. It was 6:00 evening time, and I was getting ready for an easy night in. As I waited for the water to heat up, my phone lit up with a text from my wife.

On the plane! I love you!

I wrote back Have fun, and be safe! Love you

I quickly hopped in the shower and got out, checking myself in the mirror as I dried myself off. I didn't look BAD or anything. I was 60 after all. I had a full head of gray curly hair and a clean shaven face. I stood at 6'4" and my broad shoulders helped give me an imposing figure. I probably weighed about 270 pounds, but I was too afraid to step on the scale to confirm. I'd definitely built up a bit of a gut, but I still had my strong arms and legs from years in the military. That was never something I was going to let go. My strongest feature was the one you couldn't see normally. I'd been gifted, blessed, and honored with a very strong endowment. I think my cock, fully erect, probably stood at 10" long. I turned and watched it dangle as I finished drying myself off.

I had found myself in a bit of a mood as I threw on my pajamas; a pair of plaid pajama pants, and a white tank top. My wife was off to have some fun, I should too. Finding women at my age was a bit difficult. I had all the social media apps, but I wouldn't consider myself tech savvy or very good at interacting with people online. So why not have some fun with myself tonight? I have to tell you, in marriage one thing you really miss is how much of an event jerking off used to be. Laying out, finding the right video online, and just taking your time until you really exploded. I poured myself four fingers of whiskey, which with my large hands about made the cup overflow. I sat down in my leather recliner and kicked the legrest up. I began to sip slowly as I pulled up Tiktok. Where was the fun in going straight to porn? Where was the seduction, the build-up, hell the fun in doing that? I quickly found my way to a feed filled with young women performing dances, moving their bodies in ways I couldn't even fathom. I reached my hand inside my pajama pants, no boxers, as I began to softly rub my cock as I felt myself beginning to get hard. I let out a low grunt as I scrolled across the videos. "Goddamn" I muttered as I felt myself growing inside my loose fitting pants. I soon switched over to Reddit, where a more curated feed of women in lingerie, bikinis, revealing outfits, and wearing nothing at all awaited me. I felt myself growing and growing as I sipped on my whiskey, my grunting getting a bit louder. A young Japanese girl rolled up in my feed, wearing a skimpy schoolgirl outfit intended for roleplay. The thought flashed across my mind - what if Sakura wore that? I let out a long groan as I pulled my hand from my pants and began to stand up. "Maybe we should take this to the bedroom?" I said to my phone as I stood up, grabbing my half finished whiskey.

And then, I could hear the key turning in the front door. My heart nearly lept out of my chest. Nobody was supposed to be here, everybody's gone! I quickly fumbled around, closing my phone and trying to get back to my bedroom to hide the erection now standing fully erect in my pants.

"Mr. Brown? Are you home?" I heard a soft voice calling out into the house as the front door opened. It was Sakura.

"Sakura?" I called back, desperately trying to hide my erection as I poked my head out around a corner, revealing just my face as I looked out and saw her standing in the doorway. "I thought you and Beth were going to the music festival?" I said, my voice betraying a certain disappointment at having lost the moment I was building.

"Oh, did Beth not tell you?" She said, as she walked inside and dropped her bag on the counter. She was holding a yoga mat in her other arm, and was wearing her hair tied back in a ponytail. She was sporting matching black yoga pants and a black sports bra, exposing her midriff and showing off her thin waistline. "I was not feeling good. I tell Beth I can not go. I thought she would tell you. I am sorry Mr. Brown, please forgive me." She said, a frown coming across her face as she put the yoga mat down. She must have gone off to class when Beth left and I was at the airport. I looked down at my watch, it was 7:00 by now.

"Oh my goodness, Sakura, there's nothing to be sorry for." I felt bad, catching myself show disappointment. I kept my head poked out past the wall, afraid my pants would betray my evening so far. "If you're not feeling good, don't go! It's that simple. I'm sure Beth will have a good time. She's meeting some more friends there anyway. I am very happy you're here." I said, smiling softly to try and make up for some of the coldness I'd shown when she came in.

"Thank you, Mr. Brown!" She said, her face turning into a smile. "I will not be any trouble for you! I will be quiet and will keep the house clean for you!"

"Oh that's not necessary, it's a vacation for both of us. We can have Mrs. Brown clean the place when she gets home." I said with a wry smile. "I think we could both use some time off."

Sakura giggled at my joke as she clapped her hands. "I am very excited! Maybe we can spend time together?" She asked, turning her body slightly to the side as she looked up at me.

My eyes traced up and down her body. She looked so good in her yoga outfit. "Absolutely, I would... love that" I said with a smile.

*Goddamn, even her toes look good with that red polish. Keep it together Greg* I think to myself as I look at her. "I think there's a movie or something we could watch. I would love to help you out with the English in it."

"That sounds very good! I will take a shower, and then we can watch a movie together! You can pick Mr. Brown!" She said as she quickly turned around and darted up the stairs to shower.

I let out a long exhale, checking my pants to ensure I wasn't betraying too much anymore. I went back to the living room and sat down on the couch. The family had used movies and tv shows to help Sakura pick up on her vocabulary. It was a weekly event, and I guess the tradition was staying alive with the two of us. I pulled up Netflix and began surfing. I could hear the water running upstairs, and I began to wonder how she looked with water cascading down her body. *Dammit Greg, keep it together*

The water stopped and shortly after Sakura came downstairs wearing her own pair of pajamas for the evening. "Hello Mr. Brown! Did we pick a movie yet?" She sat down next to me, displaying her light pink pajama shorts that tightly hugged her legs and barely went down past her ass. She wore an oversized gray t-shirt, one from my Army days Beth had taken that made her look even smaller somehow.

"Well, not yet. I can never pick these things. Beth usually does." I said with a laugh, scrolling around until I found an action movie. Absolute Impunity. "How does this look?"

"Very good! It looks like fun! I was excited for a movie Mr. Brown." She said, folding her legs underneath her as she pointed her knees in my direction. I leaned back on the couch as I hit play, letting the movie run as I put down the remote on the coffee table.

"Please, we're on vacation. Call me Greg." I said with a smile, continuing to work on my whiskey that I'd brough with me to the coffee table.

She looked up at me with a grin, like we were doing something we weren't supposed to do. "Okay... Greg." She said with a giggle. "It is so funny to call you Greg."

"Why is that? I call you Sakura."

"Yes, but you are like father. You run the house. And I am your guest." She said with a giggle, turning her body a bit more towards me to explain her position.

"Well, you're very kind Sakura. But I really prefer Greg, especially when we're hanging out." I said, laying my right arm along the backrest of the couch. I felt myself turn more towards Sakura than the movie.

"Then I will call you Greg." She said with a smile. "If you like. You have been such a good father to me. You help me with driving car, with cooking, and with English. I am so lucky to be here!" She said with a smile. "I will miss this house and your family Greg."

"Well, let me be the first to say, we will miss you too." I said with a smile, just as the opening credits ended and a loud BANG opened up the movie.

This movie was, well, a mistake. It opened well enough, with a quick action sequence that introduced the main character of the movie. But in the following scene, we're taken in a flashback where the main character is meeting with who I assume is a romantic interest. Until the scene gets a bit too risque. Kissing turns to stripping, stripping turns to the bed, and then before I knew it I was watching a sex scene with Sakura. I quickly leaned down and grabbed the remote and paused the movie. "I am so sorry Sakura, that was not what I was expecting. Should we watch something else?" I said with a nervous laugh.

Sakura looked up at me as she thought for a moment. She giggled nervously as well, looking over at the still frame of the two characters entangled under the sheets. "Greg, may I ask you a question?"

I quickly take a sip of my whiskey, trying to calm down my heart rate after the embarrassing movie gaffe. "Of course! Anything Sakura."

"What does it mean to... suck cock?" She asked, sheepishly dropping her head down as she looked up at me in embarrassment.

I nearly spat out my whiskey. I put the glass down and looked at her. "Sakura, where did you hear a thing like that?"

"Well, can you keep secret?" She asked again, crossing her legs in front of her as she turned towards me.

"Umm...." I felt started and caught off guard. It made sense, I'm sure her curriculum never covered sexual slang terms. But I never expected to have this level of education come into the house. "Of course, Sakura. You can trust me with any secret."

"So, I know it is sex term. The movie made me think of it. I am so sorry, Greg, I do not want to be bad friend or make you unwell, but yesterday Beth and some friends talk about doing it this week. I did not know what it was, and I felt scared to go, so I lied and said I was sick."

The words definitely hit me like a freight train. I mean, no dad wants to think about his daughter in a sexual light. But she was 19. She was an adult, and I know I was interested in all the same things when I was that age. "Wow, well Sakura, you have a secret with me I will keep forever. Don't you worry." I said. I caught my breath as I tried to think about how to explain it to her. "Well, it's umm.. Oral sex. You know, using your mouth to have sex with someone." I said, hoping her familiarity with the act will fill in the blanks, and we can move on.

"You can use mouth to have sex?" She asked, looking up at me with a quizzical look on her face.

"Oh...." I said, flustered as I quickly worked another sip of whiskey in, nearly down to my last few sips. I began to feel the effects slowly take over me, and my filter began to falter. "Well, um, of course. You can use all sorts of things to have sex." I said as I looked down at her, noticing embarrassment begin to take over her body. "Hey Sakura, it's okay! Everybody learns and discovers in their own time. Nobody knows everything, and everybody is different."

She looked up at me, a soft smile spreading across her face. "Thank you Greg, I feel embarrassed but you always help me feel better." She said, her body beginning to open up again. "Greg, maybe this is a secret too, but I never have sex before." She said, brushing her hair out of her face. "I have no time for boys back home, and I only learn how to.... Umm...." She paused, unsure of the words she needed.