Father's Erotic Odyssey
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Chapter 4
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 4 - When Mom left for a business trip, Dad’s mask of fidelity crumbled. Drawn into temptation by the neighbor’s allure and secret late-night indulgences, he spiraled into betrayal and desire. I was the only witness—capturing every forbidden moment in my hidden diary of lust and secrets.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Coercion Consensual NonConsensual Reluctant Fiction Cheating Father Gang Bang Anal Sex Analingus Massage Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Pregnancy Squirting Tit-Fucking Big Breasts Doctor/Nurse 2nd POV
On Monday afternoon, I got home from school and found that Dad had already returned early, entertaining a guest in the living room.
The visitor was Uncle John, someone I’d briefly met last Friday at my aunt’s dinner party. With so many people there, he had only given me a quick hello when Dad and I arrived, though it felt more like he was just including me as an afterthought while talking to Dad.
As soon as I stepped inside, Uncle John spotted me and said, “Ryan, you’re back?”
I greeted him in return, “Hello, Uncle John.”
He smiled warmly and replied, “You too!”
Noticing he was alone in the living room, I asked, “Where’s Dad?”
Uncle John pointed toward the kitchen and said, “He’s busy in there!”
Right then, clattering sounds came from the kitchen, and I realized Dad was cooking.
It looks like Uncle John is staying for dinner tonight, I thought to myself, before heading straight to my room.
Uncle John worked with Dad, and I’d known about their friendship since I was little. They had met before Dad got married, and after the wedding, Uncle John met Mom through Dad, which brought our families even closer.
Uncle John seemed younger than Dad in both looks and build. He had met his current wife through Mom’s introduction, and she was a bit older than him.
Back then, Mom and Dad often took me out to eat with Uncle John’s family. Though I hadn’t seen her in two or three years, I still vaguely remembered what she looked like.
She wasn’t particularly attractive or unattractive. Uncle John married her mainly because he didn’t have a car or house in the city at the time, making it tough to find a partner. The woman Mom introduced didn’t care much about material things, and Uncle John appreciated her efficiency and good temper, so they quickly tied the knot.
Later, I heard Uncle John got transferred to another department, which naturally reduced his contact with Dad. Our families drifted apart for a while until today, when seeing Uncle John at our house like old times surprised me quite a bit.
When dinner was nearly ready, Dad called me out from my room. He shouted from the kitchen, “Ryan, come set the table for Uncle John. We’re about to eat.”
Dad’s voice boomed, cutting through the loud sizzle of oil in the kitchen, which even prompted Uncle John to joke, “Your dad’s voice is really something!”
I hurried to lay out the utensils as instructed. Uncle John jumped up to help, saying, “No need, I can handle it myself!” He looked a bit embarrassed, as if uncomfortable with the fuss, but I still neatly placed his set in front of him.
Uncle John chuckled and said, “Ryan, you’re so thoughtful! I wish my son could be like you.”
At that moment, my heart skipped a beat, like I’d stepped into forbidden territory, and an inexplicable tremor started inside me. Unsure why I felt that way, I awkwardly rushed to the kitchen to help carry out the dishes, escaping the moment.
Dad had prepared several hearty dishes, clearly aiming to impress Uncle John.
He pulled out a bottle of whiskey from his stash in the cabinet and told Uncle John, “I don’t drink this often! But since it’s you, I’ll break it out for a sip.”
Uncle John laughed and replied, “I didn’t realize your wife keeps you on such a short leash!”
Dad quickly gestured to him, “The kid’s here! Watch what you say!”
I ignored their banter, focusing instead on picking up a piece of grilled meat from the plate. Soon after, I heard the clink of their glasses.
During the meal, Dad asked about Uncle John’s recent life. Uncle John answered while sipping his drink, and I stayed silent, uninterested in adult talk.
After finishing quickly, I excused myself to do homework in my room. As I left, I overheard Uncle John tell Dad, “Your Ryan is really thoughtful!”
Dad didn’t respond right away. He took a swig of whiskey first, then said, “Heh! Don’t let his quiet act fool you, he’s full of mischief sometimes! Ryan, keep your door open while doing homework, no slacking off in there!” Then Dad gave Uncle John a helpless smile and added, “This kid needs constant watching!”
I left the door wide open as told. While sitting at my desk working on assignments, I could still smell the food aromas from the table, along with the growing scent of alcohol from Dad and Uncle John. Naturally, their conversation carried clearly to me.
I heard Dad ask Uncle John, “So, about your wife’s pregnancy, any news after all these years?”
Uncle John let out a bitter laugh, shook his head, and took another drink.
Dad pressed on, “Don’t take this the wrong way, but have you both seen a doctor?”
Uncle John replied, “We did! The doctor said we’re both fine! It’s just up to fate now!” He followed up with another sip.
Dad suggested, “Maybe you’re not trying often enough, or at the right times?”
Uncle John countered, “I track her ovulation perfectly, how could the timing be off?”
Dad pondered, “Then what’s the issue?” and took a drink himself.
Uncle John said, “I figure it’s just bad luck! Fate isn’t giving us a chance for a kid!”
Dad encouraged him, “Don’t say that! If the doctor says you’re okay, just wait and see!”
Uncle John’s tone grew urgent as he replied, “Wait? How much longer? We got married when Ryan was just two, and now he’s almost done with elementary school. How long do we keep waiting?!”
Seeing Uncle John get worked up, Dad didn’t know what to say, so he refilled his glass and clinked it, asking, “Hey, is it possible she doesn’t want one?”
Uncle John asked, “Doesn’t want what?”
Dad clarified, “A child? You’ve always talked about wanting one, but have you asked her?”
Uncle John said, “We never use protection, so even if she didn’t, what could she do?”
Dad chuckled lightly and teased, “John, you’re being naive! If she doesn’t want it, she could just take a pill afterward, regardless of protection!”
Uncle John had a sudden realization, slamming down his glass and muttering, “Of course! Why didn’t I think of that! That sneaky woman!”
Dad calmed him, “Hey, don’t jump to conclusions! We don’t know if that’s what she’s doing!”
Uncle John fumed, “What else could it be?! The doctor said we’re healthy! But she hasn’t gotten pregnant all these years! What other reason is there!”
Dad sighed, and then Uncle John added, “Unless...”
Dad asked, “Unless what?”
Uncle John replied, “Unless ... it’s me, you know, not up to par in that department!”
Dad perked up with interest and said, “Oh? Not up to par? What do you mean?”
Uncle John gulped down more whiskey before explaining, “You know she’s a few years older than me. What you said earlier doesn’t seem likely, because as women age, their desires can get really intense! Lately, she’s wanted it every day! Sometimes I just can’t keep up! It ends way too soon!”
After hearing this, Dad seemed to understand and asked, “You mean your performance isn’t what it used to be?”
Uncle John confirmed, “Not just that, sometimes I can’t even satisfy her! That’s actually why I came over today!”
Dad paused with his glass mid-air, curiously saying, “Oh?” and then asking, “What do you mean by that?”
Uncle John fiddled with the food on his plate using his chopsticks and said, “We’re both grown men and old friends, so I’ll be straight with you! I need a favor...”
Dad looked surprised and asked, “What kind of favor?”
Uncle John kept picking at the dish as he continued, “How about ... you go and be with my wife once?”
Dad set down his glass firmly and refused, “What are you saying? Who do you think I am?”
Seeing Dad’s anger, Uncle John quickly explained, “That’s not what I meant! It’s only because we’ve been friends for years that I’m asking you! I couldn’t say this to anyone else! Consider it a plea!”
Dad still rejected it, “Absolutely not! This is ridiculous! Did she put you up to this?!”
Uncle John clarified, “No, no! This is all me! You’re the only one I trust with this!”
Dad’s anger flared up as he snapped, “What do you take me for? Something to use whenever? And what if your sister-in-law finds out?!”
Uncle John replied, “I heard she’s in Los Angeles right now, that’s why I came to you! This stays between us, no one else knows!”
Dad shot back, “She knows!”
Uncle John blanked for a second and said, “She? ... Oh, her! I’ll make sure she keeps quiet! We both know what’s at stake!”
Dad was furious, feeling like Uncle John was exploiting him, and he grumbled, “Easy for you to say! If it blows up, I’m the one who takes the fall! No way!”
Uncle John didn’t give up, tentatively adding, “Come on, brother, you know your wife’s in Los Angeles lately. Don’t you want a way to blow off some steam?”
That seemed to hit a nerve for Dad, who slammed his glass down and declared, “I don’t need that! I’m not agreeing to this!”
Seeing Dad’s firm stance, Uncle John dropped the topic.
Though I was in my room doing homework, my mind was fully on their conversation. I felt relieved that Dad had turned him down.
For some reason, my heart settled right away.
Somehow, ever since seeing my cousin take advantage of Dad’s body at Aunt’s villa two days ago, a lingering jealousy had stuck with me.
Before, when strangers enjoyed Dad’s company and tangled with him in bed, it didn’t bother me at all. But my cousin’s involvement shattered that emotional barrier, making it hard to accept Dad seeking pleasure with others.