This was one of my close friend’s dads at the time, although my friend and I haven’t really spoken to each other since. She doesn’t know what I and her dad got up to, we just sort of drifted apart. But if she did know, I’m not sure she’d ever talk to me again!
I’d [F] met her dad (let’s call him Mark) several years before we fucked, when I was about 21, after visiting my friend (and let’s call her Becky) at home. He was in his early-40s and quite attractive. Your tall, dark and handsome type. He was stocky and clearly kept himself fit. I didn’t think much of it at the time, but when I look back on that day he was clearly flirting with me and he was still married then.
Fast forward three years and one day he randomly added me on Facebook. I knew Mark, so I accepted his friend’s request without thinking too much of it. He then started to message me. It was nothing flirty at first, we were just catching up when he told me about his divorce a year earlier. From what he told me, the whole ordeal felt pretty rough and I felt sorry him.