Richard was both a workaholic and a dominant pervert. Those two things combined drove his wife away from him. He just couldn't give her the time she needed and, when he did, he'd demanded countless humiliating acts from her. It was all just too much for her.
Richard had just turned 44 and had kept fit, but his age had been getting to him recently. His hair was turning slightly gray, but he still kept active by going to the gym every week. He had recently retired and given his real estate firm to his son as he was quite financially stable.
Today, Richard was wearing a dark business suit as he drove to his son's house, planning on spending time with him watching the big hockey game. He had met his son's fiancé, Rachel, a couple of times before, but really hadn't thought much about her as he was always too focused on work, trying to keep his perverted side from acting up.
At the same time Richard pulled into the driveway, Rachel was testing the water in the hot tub as she thought about her situation. She had turned 23 a month before, was engaged to the man of her dreams, Jake, and they had already set the date for their wedding and had most of the plans made. Even though it was the anniversary of their first date, she knew her fiancé would end up being late; he always worked late on important dates.
Richard started to knock but noticed the door was open. He slowly walked inside as he thought his son had left the door open for him. Looking through the living room window he saw Rachel bent over, her bikini bottom showing off her tight little ass that had probably been one of the reasons his son loved her. She straightened up, her C-cup breasts bouncing from it as she heard the door open, and she glanced into the living room. She blinked at the sight of her soon-to-be father-in-law and hastily walked back into the house, "Mr. Richard! What are you doing here?"
His eyes widened a bit at the sight of the sexy young girl before his eyes. "Oh, sorry for barging in on you like this, Jake and I were supposed to hang out today."
She replied with, "But Jake's not home."
His dick began to harden in seconds as he looked at her body. "Just my luck," he said with a grin. "What time did he say he'd be back?"
Rachel tilted her head to one side as her love hadn't mentioned any of that. "Well he said he'd be home in an hour or so. If you'd like to watch TV in the living room, I'd understand. I'm just going for a dip in the hot tub."
"I'll watch some TV," he said as his eyes stared at her breasts blankly -- and it was very obvious that he was looking. Rachel blushed as she folded her arms over her chest and then she went outside to the hot tub and slipped into it. Richard walked into the living room and took off his coat, pulling his white shirt out of his pants, and sat down. He had a clear view of the outside and the hot tub through the window beside the couch. Ignoring the TV, he was looking out the window at her -- his dick throbbed wildly watching his future daughter-in-law.
Rachel lowered herself down into the water, coming back up with her hair falling across her face. Richard began to rub his cock through his pants, watching the young beauty. Rachel relaxed against the side, her breasts just barely above the water. She closed her eyes and rested her head on the side of the tub. Richard could restrain himself no longer. He slid down the zipper of his pants, pulled them down a bit, stuck his hand into his boxers, pulling his eight-inch dick out, and began to stroke it up and down.
After about ten minutes Rachel got up, slipped into a small bathrobe, and then walked into the house. Richard had closed his eyes, fantasizing about her, and had lost track of time. Rachel decided to get her father-in-law a beer. She walked into the living room, gasping and blushing when she saw him stroking himself, her eyes fixated on the eight-inch cock before her. "Sorry! I thought you might be thirsty!"
Richard turned toward her, his hand wrapped around his cock; his eyes widened and his heart raced wildly. "Oh, God!" he shouted. Rachel quickly put the beer onto the table and rushed out. Richard looked down and, rather than feeling embarrassed, he felt hornier. Much hornier. Rachel shook her head and headed upstairs thinking she should change clothes.
Richard stood up and held his pants up, his cock hanging out the fly, as he walked up the stairs to the room where she was changing. He looked through the crack a bit and then opened the door. Rachel glanced over when she heard the door open and her cheeks turned a bright red. "Actually I am thirsty," he said as he let his pants drop to the floor. "I thought you might be thirsty too," his face gleamed with sexual intent.
