Dad Doesn’t Stand A Chance: Part 3

Please read Parts 1 & 2 for a better understanding of this chapter. Names have been changed.
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When I opened my eyes and looked over at the alarm clock the following morning, it was 10:57am and through the small cracks in the drawn curtains, I could see the sun was out blazing and bright. It was just another scorching summer day. But this morning, I had a smile on my face, the scents of the sheets reminding me of the scenes I witnessed the nights before. The bed was empty, and seemed so for some time and looking over to Ben’s work hangers, I noticed his clothes were gone. I guess he must’ve made it to work after all. It was only after I showered and cleaned up did I realize that his shoes were still polished and waiting and I immediately scouted the house for his presence.

I walked down the corridor expecting to hear noises but it was virtually quiet until I got to the guest room, where Ashley was staying. I put my ear up against the door and I could hear talking and small laughter, so I knocked and entered in quick succession to find them both half-dressed and in post-sex slumber. Ben’s boxers and pants were around his ankles while his shirt and tie were pulled up to his chest. His cock lay sprawled to one side of his stomach in deserved rest while his hands innocently fiddled his drooping balls. Ashley’s barely there panties covered her still-wet and sore pussy lips while her breasts roamed free, cum crusting where it was spread. Ben gestured me in but I smiled and went back to my room. I was furious that this was becoming the Ben and Ashley thing and needed to get rid of that vagina before it got any worse.

I called up some of my friends from school and from my neighbourhood to come hang out and swim in the pool. It wasn’t a big pool by any means but it did the job on warm, summer days like this one. I know Ben would never risk doing anything around my friends, so it would definitely buy me some time until Thomas arrived. During my call to Thomas, I casually let go that Ashley had been staying over. He knew what she was capable of and using knowledge of their history to my advantage, I made sure that by the end of the conversation, he was insisting to come over and spend a night or two at the house.

Soon after, Ben knocked on my door and came in. He had discarded both his tie and his pants, us having shared body pleasantries the night before. There was no need to be shy or thoughtful, it had become “just us”.

“Hey champ, you good?”
“Yeah, I’m good.”
“K, just checking in.”
“I’m good Pops.