My Wife Cheated….. With My Dad

My Wife Cheated With My Dad

My dad lived in Florida, 800 miles away from where we lived in Texas. Mom had contracted unstoppable breast cancer and had died when dad was just 49, she had been 48. That was around ten years ago.

Carly and I were both 30 at the time and we’ve been blessed with only one, beautiful, healthy child… Jessie. Although dad was that far away, he began making a trip to see us every couple of months. We managed to go to Florida twice a year, but (with an active child) it was a much bigger chore than receiving a visit from him.

Dad has always been the hero in Jessie’s eyes; after all… it was him who first took her to Dairy Queen, showing her off to all his friends. He insisted on taking her to Walt Disney World when she was six, and again, when she was ten.

Many days they would just go for a ride in the car and, maybe, have a picnic.
He bought her a VW Beetle for her sixteenth birthday, contrary to our wishes. We wanted her to wait until she was half way through her senior year… too much temptation for a sophomore, but things worked out okay.

His military retirement provided a very good income and he’d told us long ago that Jessie would be his beneficiary, once she turned eighteen… which was last year, five days before she left for college.

Now, at 40, I was still working every day and Carly had begun working for a data processing company, but she did most of her work from home.

Due to a slow amount of orders coming in, my boss told me I could take off early one Friday, so I decided to surprise Carly with some flowers.

Lucy, the girl at the florist, was a flirt and always talked me into spending more than intended, “You just never can tell how much a lady will appreciate these,” she was showing me a lovely bunch of carnations, “some red ones might get you laid, tonight.”

“Maybe I should buy my favorite Lucy some red carnations, then.”
‘No chance in hell,’ I thought, ‘but why not give it a shot?’

“Wellll… I like pink, myself… but, we’re out of those… maybe next time.”
I realized it was her polite way of telling me, “No way in hell, you old mother-fucker.”

Dad’s pickup was parked in the driveway, next to Carly’s car, so I just parked on the curb. I knew she could see me from the living room and would meet me at the door… but when I got close, she wasn’t coming out, yet.

“Hmmm… they must be out on the patio. I’ll slip through the side gate and surprise her with these.” I straightened the white paper wrapping and quietly slid the locking bolt back.

As I was about to round the corner, I heard my dad’s voice, “Oh, my God, yes, Carly. God, you sure know how to suck a dick.”
I stopped, dead in my tracks. Surely I didn’t hear what I thought I heard… “Oh, shit, baby! Oh, yes… deeper.”

Ever so slowly, I peeked around the corner. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. Dad sat on the picnic bench, naked. Carly was naked and on her knees, her mouth full of 59yr old cock. My own shaft began straining in my slacks. As I tried to adjust it for comfort, I realized I had already dropped the flowers on the grass.

“Stop now, Honey, I want to cum in your pussy!” Carly pulled off his dick and kissed it on the very end. Then she stood and leaned over the table, offering her cunt from the backside.