I [33F] Attempted to Link w/ Ex-BF’s [32M] Dad [56M]. [MF]

I started commenting randomly about this time in my life lately and found it cathartic in small submissions, so I figured “why not post the whole story for others to potentially enjoy?” It’s gonna be a long one, so strap in!

**cracks fingers**

I’ll first start by saying that this initially started when I was 25, and my ex-bf was 24 (Summer 2014). We had been dating for a few months, and he had invited me to his family’s house for a family BBQ. It would be my first time meeting his family, and dining as a couple. It was a party that was hosted by his parents, but much of his extended family was invited, and my ex’s friends were invited, and younger relatives would stay later for outdoor activities (small fire on patio, drinking, etc.).

Upon meeting his family, his mother was often distant in proximity, as well as in conversation (this will come into play later), but was cordial and welcoming to me. His father (48 at the time) was extremely nice, and striking when first meeting him. He reminded me of Elden Campbell, and being from the Detroit area, I had a strong crush on when I was a teenager (Pistons 2004 Champs!! 🏀 🎉 🏆).

The night progressed normally, and I spent a lot of time with my boyfriend, and had a blast. His father was shouldering a lot of the preparation, and upkeep during the party – from cooking, to cleaning, to preparing the fireplace, and socializing with guests. His wife was not anywhere to be seen, except socializing with her sister – which was understandable. Her sister was the only family that was in attendance, and they only seen each other a few times a year, due to his wife and her family being from the south (I want to say Georgia?).

When the party started to wind down, and everything was running smoothly outdoors, my ex’s father finally took a moment to retire into the house. I can only imagine that he smelled of smoked meat, sweat, and now bonfire. The man never wasn’t doing something. His wife was still speaking to her sister at a small table in the backyard.

It must have been about 20 minutes after his dad went inside, when I asked if I could go inside and use the restroom. As the night transitioned, I wanted to update my makeup to darker lighting. He said I absolutely could, and that the the bathroom was the second door on the right down the back hallway.

I acknowledged, and went on my way. I grabbed my purse and followed directions. Went down the back hallway and saw three doors. The first was obviously a linen closet with a door that didn’t have the same aesthetic as the larger doors (size, shape, decor, etc.) so I assumed, and did not think it constituted as a proper door. I ventured back and walked to what I assumed was the true second door at the end and opened it.

It was closed, but unlocked (all doors in this hallway were closed). I started to open the door, and entered confidently into what I thought was the bathroom, still looking down as I was watching my hand lower the handle to enter. I took about two steps in and noticed that this bathroom had nothing but carpet, and had furniture. I looked up and saw his dad facing me full frontal, and drying his face/head. As he was drying I caught a quick glimpse of his nude body moving side to side as he was airing.

I remember his dick was very *very* big, even though completely flaccid. With every motion from drying, it appeared his glistening, huge cock slapped each thigh one after another – hanging about mid-thigh. Even soft, he significantly overshadowed my boyfriend at the time. His body was attractive as well. A dark, rich, brown – solid, but not overly muscular.

He must have thought I was his wife entering, as this incident occurred over about five seconds or so, and didn’t hesitate. I don’t know why, but I let out a panicked “oh my god, I’m so sorry Mr. XYZ!” He quickly moved his towel to his groin and saw it was me. I instantly closed the door, and went to the actual second door, and took false refuge.

I sat on the toilet immediately and felt my heart beat in my throat, and breathing heavy in embarrassment. The first time meeting my boyfriend’s dad, I seen his dick before making any impression.

I finally gained composure, and fixed my makeup. I did not see his father the rest of the night except when he came outside to tell everyone that he was heading to bed, and thanked everyone for coming. He did not act any different.

For the sale of time, fast forward about six months – me and my then boyfriend split. He cheated on me, and decided to end it. In that six months, me and his father actually got very close. I would come over before my boyfriend would get off work, and his dad and I would watch movies, or sports together until he arrived (he was working, going to school, interning). His wife often went down south to visit family that winter, so I was a close confidant for him. He was lonely, and he made it seem as if his marriage was reeling.

After the breakup, I immediately wanted to meet with him. He agreed, and we met at a coffee shop. We reminisced and said he was ashamed of his son, and he dreaded losing our interactions. Knowing the conversation was ending, I mentioned how I would always remember walking in and seeing him naked, then took a last sip of coffee coyly. We laughed, carried on for about ten more minutes (Midwest farewell), and walked to our cars. It was evident there was some connection ensuing.

I asked for a goodbye hug, to which he he obliged. I remember he was wearing a long wool coat, that was unbuttoned. He was around 6’4” and I’m 5’4” and 125 pounds, so the coat basically enveloped me. Not wanting to leave out of desperation, I placed both hands on his belt with my fingers inside his pants behind the button/zipper, looking up tempting and said, “we don’t have to end…” He naturally turned me down (obviously), but said I had an open invite to be a support. I was gutted, and we went our own ways.

Being the holidays, yesterday I texted him after several years of absence to update him on my life and achievements (career, children/pregnancy, education, etc.). Amazingly, he had my number still and said he would love to see me again to catch up. I consented, to which he said that his wife and son (my ex) are both out of town Friday, and that I can meet him at his house, and we can drive to dinner to catch up. He has never done this.

I think I’m going to shoot my shot. I have a pregnant glow going, it’s been a long-time, I’ve crossed that threshold of embarrassment twice already with him – and I’m single. I’ll be wearing a long camel wool coat, black heels, and a revealing black lingerie set perfectly hidden.

If I get denied again, I more than understand. But I have been thinking about our connection more, and will always try if there’s a chance…

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/1015m9z/i_33f_attempted_to_link_w_exbfs_32m_dad_56m_mf