My wife Hayley and I had been married for 2 and half years before the events of that night; the FIRST time I discovered my wife cheating. Of course, finding out your wife is having sex with anyone else is painful enough, but this one was beyond destructive to my psyche, because it was with my father.
Hayley had a past, to put it lightly. She was known for being a slut back in high school, which is where we first met, though it would be several years later that we started dating. Practically everyone in my friend group slept with her at one point or another, some even at the same time. This past was just that, her PAST. Or so I thought.
After college we found each other on a dating app, having both moved back to our hometown, now in our late twenties. She seemed like a totally different person than the girl I knew back in the day. She was much more mature and reserved. She was clearly in a place where she was ready to put the past behind her and settle down. In fact, we didn't even have sex until five months into dating. She said she didn't want to rush into the physical stuff, having never found any kind of true fulfillment in that. When we finally did have sex it was amazing. The slutty years definitely left her with all the tools and techniques you could ever ask for. Her blowjobs were mind-blowing and she loved to give them, especially in public places like a movie theater or the bathroom of a bar. Dressing up, toys, anal, facials; she was practically my personal pornstar.
She was tall and thin, only one or two inches shorter than my 6 feet. Though thin, her body was curvy where it counted. He perfect breasts stood perky and firm with no support, and she often went braless, such a turn-on at first but sometimes a source of frustration as I would always notice men staring at her chest, nipples trying to force their way out of her shirt at all times. Her ass was almost a perfect heart shape, and she would often wear tight fitting pants to show it off.
After a couple years of dating we got married. I couldn't wait to spend the rest of our lives together. Unfortunately, it wasn't long after our marriage that our sex life cooled off notably. We only did it once a week if at all. By the second year of marriage we were down to about once a month and it was usually pretty basic stuff. The adventurous sex partner I married had seemingly disappeared. But I figured it was all normal for married couples. Things slow down, you fall into your routines, you grow older and more boring, right?
One of the things that really made me fall for Hayley was how great she was with my family. Her and my sister Olivia were practically best friends, my mother loved her like a daughter, and my father... well my father was especially enamored with her now that I look back on it.
From day one Hayley would dote on him. Grabbing him a fresh beer, or bringing him a second serving of food at parties and dinners. She'd give him these big hugs all the time, and give him neck and upper back massages from time to time. And the touches. They were small, or seemed so at the time. But she would always find little ways to touch him. Whether it was a quick rub of the back or arm in passing, or slapping playfully at his knee or thigh when they shared a funny chat. My father would welcome the behavior and return it in kind. His hand seemed to always find the small of her back, or he'd come behind her and grab her by the shoulders. She'd sometimes lean back into him allowing him to wrap her in a warm embrace. I once or twice noticed that she seemed pushed her ass back into his lap during these hugs. I tried to ignored these signs of affection at the time, telling myself I was imagining things. However, my father would also make remarks about my wife to or in front of me all the time.
A quick backstory on my relationship with my father, he was a hard ass. He always made these small cutting remarks about me and to me. If my little league team lost he'd talk about how I clearly didn't inherit his athletic genes, and maybe I should try out for the dance team with my sister. He'd talk to my mother about me in these horrible ways too, and right in front of me, saying things like "are you sure you didn't sleep with someone else because there's no way that boy is mine." My mother was such a push-over too. He was never abusive toward her, but she was always subservient and submissive to him. She never corrected him or defended me. And I would love to think she didn't know what kind of a sleaze he was, cheating on her multiple times throughout their marriage, but she had to know. He would frequently flirt with the waitresses who served us in restaurants, or make passes at female friends of hers at parties.
With my wife it was always crap like "What's an amazing woman like you doing married to this guy?" Or "If you were my wife..." and then he'd just look her up and down and whistle. She'd laugh it off as just playful, and tell me I was paranoid if I mentioned the behavior. This continued for almost our entire second year of marriage before my worst fears were confirmed.
We had a major pipe burst under our house and it was causing massive damage that had to be addressed right away, so my wife and I decided to stay with my parents for a few nights while it was being fixed. They had a combination pool house - guest house in the backyard that had it's own bathroom, kitchenette, and bedroom so we could have our privacy.
On the second night staying with them, my mom made cocktails and we decided to have a boozy movie night. We were all bundled up on my parent's large U-shaped sectional sofa, good and boozy in our pjs. Hayley and I were seated together in the middle of the sofa, my dad was lounging on the chaise just to Hayley's side, and my mother was laying on the sofa to my left. Hayley was wearing an oversized t-shirt of mine, braless of course, and some lose fitting sweat shorts. Once the movie started to play she shifted slightly and i could see through the gap between her leg and her shorts that she wasn't wearing panties. I was wearing normal plaid PJ bottoms and a t-shirt, and was hoping that neither one of my parents would notice my half erect dick under the thin material. When I glanced over at my mom to check I noticed she was already passed out, the combination of the booze and the comfortable couch was too much for her to handle.
I glanced over at my father, who was half laying down propped up on a couch cushion in his trusty old black robe. When I looked at him I noticed he wasn't looking at my lap, but at my wife's. His tongue was licking his bottom lip slowly as he peered along he leg to an equally large gap between her shorts and her other leg. Without looking up at me, as if he could feel my gaze, he quickly returned his eyes to the movie, but a nasty little smile remained on his face for the next few minutes. And what was worse, as the light from the movie changed the visibility in the room I caught a glance down at his lap. Though covered by his robe, I could make out the outline of his cock beneath the fabric. It was a distinct shape and appeared rigid. No doubt he had caught sight of my wife's pussy and was fully aroused by what he saw. Though I was sick to my stomach seeing his hard-on bulging through his robe, I couldn't help but notice it's mass. The fabric may have aided in the illusion of it's size, but there was no doubt that his cock was bigger than mine. Another genetic trait he failed to pass down to me.
I looked away in disgust, staring at the movie without really watching it now. An anger was building up inside me. I tried to calm down, taking a deep breath and readjusting in my seat. As I moved slightly I glanced over at Hayley. She was leaning away from me slightly, her head titled to her right, with her hand held to her cheek, fingers tussling her hair. I noticed her bottom lip was curled back, caught in the bite of her teeth. It was a small bite, but it's meaning smacked me like a shout as my gaze found her eyes. She was staring down at the same bulge I had just noticed a moment ago. I wondered if she too realized it was bigger than mine.
My father sat up slightly and readjusted himself, moving up the couch a ways so that he was now laying even closer to Hayley than before. He looked over to the other side of the sectional and noticed my mother sleeping.
"Joe, why don't you help mom to her bed? She's always grumpy when she wakes up on the couch" My dad said. I shot a look at him.
"Why don't you take her?" I asked.
"I've never seen this movie. You have. I don't want to miss anything." He glanced over at my wife and with a wink said, "It's getting really good."
