My senior year in college, one of the guys I was messing around with was spending winter break in my town (he wasn't from there, just visiting) and he wanted to go to a sex club, but they only allowed couples and single women, so he asked if I would go with him. I figured it would be a fun experience so I agreed. I had envisioned this huge, sexy, upscale place with lots of young hot people fucking all over the place as soon as you walked in. That was not the case at all. The main room was more like a dance club, older crowd and the level of dress ranged from sexy gowns to basically naked. No sex immediately visible and definitely not as busy as I thought it would be. I also didn't realize that you needed to bring your own alcohol so we ended up having to leech off of other guests. About 15 minutes into us being there, I look across the room and saw a couple that look vaguely familiar. I was about to tell my date that they looked a bit like my parents, until I realized...they were my parents!
My dad and I were not close. We didn't have a strained relationship or anything, we just never had a close relationship. He traveled a lot for work so he wasn't really around much and my mom always felt like my best friend so I naturally just went to her for everything. My dad of course was still around and he would attend any events that I was a part of at school and was always supportive but we didn't have this really close loving father-daughter relationship. My mom had always been very open with me and was not like my friends' moms. With my dad often gone, my mom became my confidant and in a lot of ways, my best friend. I always felt like I could tell her anything. While my friends parents would always basically tell them that sex is evil and made it seem like something they needed to be ashamed of, my mom had always taught me that sex and sexual curiosity was natural and was more concerned about me being safe and enjoying myself rather than trying to prevent me from having sex.
At the time, I assumed this was all between my mom and I and had no idea that she would keep my dad in the loop. Even so, I never had any indication or even idea that my parents were in any kind of non-monogamous relationship. They always appeared to have a very traditional relationship and were certainly affectionate with each other. They certainly did not expect me to be there either. So, when we saw each other, all three of us just kind of froze for a moment. Luckily, all three of us ended up having the same thought and decided to simply pretend like we did not know each other. My date and I went one direction and my parents went another and we all went about our night. (My date had never met my parents so I did not need to worry about him recognizing them).
As the night unfolded, we started to talk to others and began having some fun. A lot of fun. Whenever I would take a bit of a break, I would end up meeting someone else and would end up in a room in a whole other situation. I think I ended up fucking seven or eight different people that night including a couple of threesomes which I had always loved. At one point, I was walking down a hall to go to the restroom and I happened to look into a room where my dad was fucking another woman. At first, I looked away, but the sounds coming out of the room combined with my own horniness from the environment made me too curious not to look again. I Stopped and looked into the room again. He was on top of her, missionary with her legs over his shoulders giving her well pace, very purposeful thrusts. It wasn't just hard fucking for the sake of hard fucking. He seemed to really be working with what she needed and her moans certainly seemed to show that. It was the combination of passion and dirtiness that I found so enticing. I had to consciously pull myself away and shake my head, calling myself crazy for having even stopped to watch.
That was the moment that planted the idea in my head. Up until that point, I had never in my life thought of my dad in a sexual manner. But that moment would end up sticking with me for months to come. What I didn't know that night (but would eventually find out over a year later), was that my dad ended up having a similar moment in which he was walking by a room where I was enjoying two men at once, and he watched. Unlike me though, that wasn't the first time he thought of me sexually, but it was certainly the first time he got to see me like that. Needless to say, the images of that night also stuck with him. A couple of days after that night, my parents and I had a very open and honest conversation about our respective participation in the lifestyle. They opened up about their experience in the lifestyle and I let them know that I was there more out of curiosity than anything else. Neither my dad nor I brought up what we saw each other doing though. We definitely kept that to ourselves.
When I graduated college a few months later, I didn't have any great opportunities in front of me aside from an entry-level role at a small consulting firm in my hometown. I took it, but that also meant that I had to move back in with my parents which wasn't a big deal to me honestly. What was hard to adjust to was going from having sex pretty much daily with no shortage of pick of guys, to maybe finding a casual hookup every couple of weeks. For some reason I was having a really hard time finding guys that I connected with enough that I wanted to have something semi-regular even if it was casual. That led to a lot of sexual frustration on my end, and pretty much daily masturbation multiple times a day. Then, a few months after me having moved back home, there came that Friday night that changed everything.
I remember being in my room, and being especially horny. Pretty much as soon as I had gotten home from work I went into my room and spent all evening playing with myself. I don't know how or why, but I heard the shower in my parents bathroom go on and the sound of the shower became very distracting to me. My mom was out to dinner so I knew it was my dad. I do remember that I had already been masturbating to thoughts of my dad at the sex club so it was easy for my mind to shift that energy to picturing my dad in the shower. I started to envision what it would be like to just jump into the shower with him. Would he receive me? What if he was in the middle of jerking off and I took over for him? My thoughts were going wild.
I don't know if it was the pent up sexual frustration, the arousal of my thoughts, or combination of both, but something made me decide that I wanted to walk into that bathroom with him. I got up from my bed, walked out of my room and towards the bathroom. Mind you, I was already completely naked and obviously worked up. I got to the door and it was locked. That was enough to deter me but only for a moment because as I started walking back to the bedroom, I decided I was just going to do it. I did go to my room just to grab a coin to be able to open those indoor locks that have that slit in them, went back to the bathroom, unlocked the door, walked up to the shower and opened it and stood there. Naked. In front of my dad. As you might imagine he was completely caught off guard.
"Sweetie! What are you doing?" he asked but he did so as he stared right at my tits.
I looked at his cock and he was already hard. He had a gorgeous cock too. Definitely above average, girthy and uncut which I thought was super sexy. I stepped into the shower, grabbed his hand, put it on my left breast, grabbed his dick and began to kiss him. He didn't pull back. He didn't stop me. And it might have taken him a few seconds, but eventually he did start to return my energy and started to play with my tits and kiss me back while I started to jerk him off. After just a bit of this, I turned around and leaned against the shower wall, slightly spreading my legs as I bent over with my ass towards him. He just stood there clearly unsure of whether or not to do anything.
"Just do it. It's ok, just do it" I said to him as I turned back to look at him but at the same time spread my legs more and reached between my legs to soothe my aching clit a bit.
He took a step towards me and I could feel him tease my pussy by softly rubbing his cock along my wet slit, but I could not take any more teasing. I reached for his cock under me, grabbed it, and guided it into me. Feeling him inside of me after almost a year of fantasizing about him was like taking a huge breath after staying underwater for too long. I think I tried to moan but instead was speechless. My dad on the other hand let out such a manly, strong moan that my ears started ringing. Just like that night that I often thought about, he was being so passionate with the way he was fucking me. He leaned towards me and used his hands to knead my breasts while he gave me strong thrusts matching my rhythm perfectly. It wasn't long before I was cumming which made my body go weak, but he used his arms to hold me up while he continued to fuck me. After I came, he started to slow down as if he was going to stop, but I absolutely wanted him to finish.
"Keep going" I told him.
"Are you sure" he asked while still inside of me.
"Mhmm" I replied and braced myself against the wall.
He started to fuck me, HARD. He stood up and grabbed my hips and the sound of the water splashing between us every time he slammed into my pussy was unreal. It only took him a couple of minutes before telling me that he was going to cum. He pulled out and ended up cumming all over my ass. I slipped down to the floor and sat there with my dad standing over me, catching my breath and recovering from the amazingness of the moment.
"So that happened" I said to him before laughing.
I could tell he was trying to catch his breath and he was holding himself up against the wall as well. He turned the water off and stepped out, grabbed a towel and handed it to me before grabbing a towel for himself. Even as I started to dry myself I could see him stealing glances at me which made me smile. We walked into his bedroom and without really thinking about it I kinda just threw myself on the bed. My dad kind of just stood there unsure of what to do or say. Honestly, I wasn't sure either but I figured it was up to me to make things less awkward and I told him to take a seat because he was making me nervous.
"Are you okay?" he asked me with a bit of concern.
