My dad thought that his best friend [M] was busy with work and couldn’t go golfing; he was actually at home fucking me [F].

I don’t have shame in saying that I’ve found my dad’s best friend a total DILF since high school. He’s tall, looks great for his age, is hilarious, dresses well, and is a natural flirt without even knowing it. He’s single, and as low as the odds were you never know what can happen right?

Then comes last Thursday. He and dad had one of their usual golf sessions planned out and I was going to bum it out at home and watch some movies while they did so. Dad went to the golf course early to meet some other buddies of theirs and told me that the aforementioned friend would stop by to pick something up before joining them.

Any excuse to see him is fine by me, and knowing that dad wasn’t going to be there gave me some leeway to have some fun with my look. I changed into a low cut crop top that admittedly may have been a size too small and a pair of leggings that I knew showed my features off best. I shamelessly waited for a knock on the door, and when I heard one I bolted to go open it.

He was standing there looking good as ever, in his white golf shirt and tight golf shorts that left little to the imagination. I invited him in and told him that I got the stuff he needed together, desperate to at least get a conversation in with him.

We had some small talk about me recently graduating college and how he could put a good word in for me at work to which I thanked him and subconsciously said it would be great seeing him every day. He laughed, and this made something come over me and ask him if he’d like a drink before heading off.

He obliged, so I went to the kitchen and got us each a glass of my dad’s favorite wine (cruel in hindsight, I know.) I admit that I don’t handle alcohol all that well, so one glass was all it took for my to get tipsy. I was laughing harder at his jokes and admiring him more than ever. That’s when the wine really started kicking in, and my confidence was at an all time high.

As if some other force had made me say it, I blushed and told him that I’ve had a schoolgirl crush on him for a while. He was taken aback at first, but a hint of a grin was on his lips. He told me that being around me always did make him feel younger, and that back in the day he would’ve made a move without hesitation.

A short time later, I was already past the point of shamelessness. We had kissed, and I found myself telling him to lie to my dad about not being able to make it to their golf session. “Tell him you’re booked with work and that you can’t put it off today,” I told him.

And so he did.

I was in his lap a short time later, and I was glad I put on that specific crop top since my cleavage was right in his face. He kissed my chest and then me, his hands steadying me at my hips. I felt him through his tight shorts, and I was so desperate to feel it. I offered to take him to my bedroom and he obliged.

What came next was better than anything a college frat boy or jock ever gave me. He fucked my missionary to start, abs then I offered to go face down ass up for him. I’ve never actually heard my own cheeks clap before, so when that filled the room I felt like I was going to cum already. After about 10 minutes he alerted me that he had to cum, so I turned back around and pushed my tits up, offering him my chest. He shot a few ropes onto them, covering both sides and my nipples. I gave him one last deep kiss before we got cleaned up and put our clothes back on.

I asked for his number and he obliged, and we have a casual text chain going at the moment. Dad coming home later made me feel surreal, and it was then that what we did really hit me. Part of my loved just how filthy it was. I don’t know where this will take me, but I think that dad’s friend will be coming over now more than he already did before.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/q6qqza/my_dad_thought_that_his_best_friend_m_was_busy