My dad maintained eye contact with me whilst I was being fucked [FM]

This kind of relates to another story about the sex with my cousin’s husband. You can read that here: https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/oxeze4/when_i_was_18_i_used_to_love_fucking_my_older/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf

I said in the post about my sexual experiences with my cousin’s husband (Jay) when I was 18 and that we would use any chance we had and find anywhere we could to have sex.

One day I was going out in the city clubbing with some of my friends. Jay and I had already been sleeping together for a few months by this point. He arranged to also go out with his friends in the same city.

We were messaging throughout the evening to make sure we ended up in the same club last off together. We did. Once there we couldn’t stop looking at each other, we would subtly touch each other like he’d touch my ass when his and my friends couldn’t see etc. We kept sneaking off to kiss and fumble in the quieter areas of the club like the smoking area etc. My friends and his friends didn’t know about us so we had to be careful and it made it all the more exciting because there was the fear of being caught and it all blowing up.

This did lead to a lot sexual frustration though and we knew that when we got back home there wouldn’t be any chance of anything happening with us because my cousin was in.

Instead we decided to bid farewell to our friends and get a taxi home together but we went to my dad’s house instead. My dad was always drinking – which is why I didn’t live with him already. I would sometimes still visit him but we didn’t have a good relationship by any means. Me and Jay knew it would be a safe place for us to finally get to have the sex we had both been longing for all night.

My dad was in the living room and I said I needed to go to the toilet. Instead I went into the kitchen because I knew Jay would follow me once I left the room because he would know exactly why I was really wanting to get away. I could have gone upstairs but I didn’t want to go in my dad’s room or my old bedroom because it had memories for me so I never liked going upstairs if I could help it.

Jay and I started kissing immediately and he was taking off my clothes and taking off his trousers – we didn’t want to mess about with foreplay, we’d been touching each other all night. I just wanted him inside me as much as he wanted to be inside me. He picked me up and put me straight on the counter, I was already dripping wet, I had been all night from the anticipation of having him. He opened my legs and thrust his hard cock straight inside me – his cock slid straight inside. I was moaning loud – I knew my dad probably wouldn’t be able to hear me and I didn’t really respect him much so I didn’t really care if he did hear me.

He was fucking me slowly feeling all my wetness all over his cock – we were just enjoying each other – by this point we were very close and didn’t always just “fuck”. The counter faced right towards the doorway which was just an arch – no door. I was looking at Jay as he was fucking me but I glanced up and noticed my dad stood in the doorway. We looked straight at each other. I would have expected him to shout or go back into the other room out of the way. But he just stood there and watched me getting fucked. I didn’t let on to Jay that he was there, I just watched him back. I found it so interesting that he didn’t leave the room – it still makes me wonder now 9 years later. Jay soon finished inside me and my dad left the room.

I never told Jay about that because I felt awkward. Even though I didn’t have a good relationship with my dad I didn’t want Jay to question why he stood there or bring up the experience at all to my dad, it just felt shameful to me. The act itself I guess but mostly that he just stood and watched and didn’t say anything.

I still wonder now what was going through my dad’s mind that night when he heard and watched me getting fucked. It’s only in the last couple of years that I’ve shared that with friends/partners because I’ve felt too embarrassed to – I’d almost forgotten about it because I think I tried to repress it. I almost feel shy sharing it now though I’m happy to share all my other sexual experiences. I’m embarrassed to say that I sometimes use that experience as thinking material to get myself off.

My dad’s not around now to ask but I’ll always have lots of unanswered questions about that night.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/p0kfpi/my_dad_maintained_eye_contact_with_me_whilst_i