A couple of months after we started dating, I invited my girlfriend Kate to dinner to meet my parents. She didn’t look nervous about it at all, until dad opened the door. By the way the two of them froze and I knew something was up, but I couldn’t make out what it was. All night, there was a weird tension between him and Kate so I decided to ask her about it on the ride back.
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“Look, don’t freak out, okay?” Kate twiddled her thumbs as she found the right words to say, and then finally let it all out. “I’m only saying this because I like you. But… well, this wasn’t the first time I met your dad. We kinda had a… *thing*… a couple of years ago.”
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It was such a surprise that I had to stop the car in the middle of the road. After calming myself down, I parked on the side of the road and listened to the rest of the story.
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Apparently, when she was still in school Kate needed cash to pay for food, books, rent and other stuff. Eventually she met dad through a website and he offered to help. Basically until she had her bachelors degree, Kate was my dad‘s sugar baby. Even though I might not like the answer, I asked her what exactly that meant.
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At first she just talked about her “responsibilities.” dad paid for her apartment and books so she had to keep it clean, study hard and at all times wear something cute when he visited her. Still, I knew she was holding out on me. When I pressed her on the details she slowly revealed the reality of their situations.
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According to her, dad used to visit her apartment at least once a week and they would spend the night having sex. When I asked her if fucking was part of her responsibilities, she chuckled and said “no.”
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“Babe I’m really sorry.” She put her arms around me trying to be comforting. “Your dad wouldn’t force himself on anyone that way. Really, he’s just… really good at sex. There I said it.”
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I knew what she really meant though. Kate was implying he wasn’t just good at it, he was better than me. Now, the image of dad and my girlfriend fucking like animals was all I could think of. Part of me wished I never even knew, but the other part was deeply curious. Just *how* much better was he, really?
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So, even though I shouldn’t, I kept asking Kate for more details. She put a hand on my crotch and told me “well, if you’re *this* interested to know…”
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That night, I sat in the driver’s seat while my girlfriend explained how dad made her cum with just just tongue, or how big and gorgeous his cock is, or how he liked finishing on her tits. Kate went on and on explicitly describing the positions that made her feel the best, and while I listened she jerked me of to make sure I was enjoying it all.
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On the verge of nutting, I asked her, “well if you love him so much maybe you should fuck him instead of me…”
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“You don’t have to tell me twice,” she whispered. It was enough to send me over the edge. She kept stroking and continued. “Your mom doesn’t seem to mind sharing him. Maybe next time I’ll wear something sexy like I used to do.”
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“Fuck, babe. I… I love you so much…” It was all I could say. The rest of the drive we made plans to have dinner with them again. Kate suggested it could be at our place this time and left the invitations to me. What I intended to be a wholesome night to introduce my girlfriend turned to something more interesting, and the morning after I quickly texted dad, asking if he could come over ASAP.
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