My Father Came Back After Discovering Our Betrayal

He had never believed that summer could end in such a thoroughly miserable way. And all because of that “bastard with the nice-boy smile” and his “plastic blonde.” Nor had he planned on becoming a beggar in his own living room, staring at the ceiling at three in the afternoon as though the cracks might answer him somehow.

“That fucking son of a bitch flirted with Valeria behind my back. And the worst part is that he did it with his girlfriend’s help. That slut flirted with me all night just to distract me.”

Lucas bit the inside of his cheek until he drew blood. It was the tenth time he had repeated the same monologue that afternoon, word for word. His mind gave him no respite.

It had been three weeks of typing messages with no reply. Three weeks of imagining Valeria with her legs spread for that bastard somewhere on the map he couldn’t guess, another man’s cock sliding in and out of the pussy he considered his. He got up at eleven, showered, pretended to have breakfast, and went back to the sofa. Every day identical to the one before.

He wasn’t the only one whose life had been destroyed in a matter of weeks. His best friend, Pelado, had spent ten days hospitalized with a broken pelvis alongside the rest of the gang. No one had yet digested the beating they had taken that early morning outside the club, least of all him.

Elena hadn’t escaped it either. Her sister’s wedding had been canceled for good, and since that day she had kept calling anyone who came to mind, including a distant cousin who never answered. The tears had returned after nearly a month without them. She was thinner, quieter, and her passage through the house was a constant pilgrimage of sadness.

That very afternoon, she was returning from a trip to the other end of the country. She came back worse than when she had left, which was saying something. She hadn’t said where she had gone or whom she had looked for there. She had simply sat on the sofa with a vacant stare and let the hours go by, one after another, without even getting up to eat.

Lucas had tried to comfort her during those weeks, though he could barely comfort himself. What had happened with Valeria had completely incapacitated him. Neither her biological mother nor the girl’s close circle wanted to tell him where she was. Either they didn’t know, or they were taking great care not to let it slip.

“Valeria, pick up the fucking phone already, goddammit.”

But it was useless. She had blocked him everywhere. He tossed his phone onto the cushions and sat down beside Elena. Without saying anything, without doing anything, offering the same silent companionship she had given him during his worst days. Their knees brushed. Neither of them moved away.

Suddenly, the front door opened, and through it appeared the figure of a tall, broad-shouldered man with a grim expression.

It was Adrián.

He had a three-week beard and hair longer than he usually wore it. His sunken eyes showed not a drop of the fury Lucas had expected to find when he faced him.

The astonishment was immense. Lucas, his stomach clenched into a fist, stood up and remained rigid beside the sofa. Elena’s legs gave way. She put her hands to her face, trying to contain a sob that was already bursting out without permission. Something resembling a moan escaped her when she noticed the suitcase her husband was holding in his left hand.

Adrián advanced to the center of the living room without hurrying, watching them without making any attempt to speak. They both stared at him, waiting for any word that might come out of his mouth.

“I told you I needed time,” he finally explained.

Elena, her voice caught in her throat, indicated the suitcase with her eyes.

“And… what have you decided? Are you going to leave me?”

He clenched his jaws and looked at his son for longer than necessary before answering.

“No,” he said slowly.

Agony overcame Elena. She burst into tears again, but this time from a relief she couldn’t hide. Lucas exhaled the air he had been holding since the very first moment.

“It wouldn’t be fair,” Adrián added.

They both looked at him without understanding. He set the suitcase on the floor and sat beside his wife. His movements were slow, measured, as though he rehearsed every gesture before making it.

“Your perversion…” he began, “doesn’t cancel out mine.”

He paused for a long time, carefully choosing his next words.

“You two fucked me behind my back. You betrayed me under my own roof. I know exactly how it happened. I know my son shoved his cock all the way inside you while I was away, that you sucked my boy’s dick in the very kitchen where we eat breakfast, that you came all over him as many times as you pleased. But the truth is, I would have done the same thing if I’d been in your place. —Another measured pause—. Without having cheated on you, I’m just as dishonest as you are.”

Elena and Lucas exchanged sidelong glances, still unable to understand where this was going.

“I’ve never stopped masturbating while thinking about Valeria, your girlfriend”—he indicated Lucas with his chin—“Every time I saw her around the house, with those shorts clinging to her ass, her tits squeezed inside her shirt, I’d lock myself in the bathroom and jerk off until I came like a pig, biting my fist so you wouldn’t hear me. When I fuck you”—he turned toward Elena—“there are moments when I squeeze my eyes shut and imagine you’re her. That the woman I have underneath me, legs spread and my cock buried balls-deep inside her, has her face, her hair, her young-skin smell.”

This time, the look father and son exchanged was less discreet.

“On the boat, during the trip, I thought only of her every time I jerked off. Every night, in the cabin, my hand around my cock and her image in my head. I imagined her on her knees, my dick between those thin lips, choking on it. I imagined her on all fours while I drove it into her pussy and her ass. I couldn’t fall asleep without coming into my palm while thinking about her. Without going through that ritual.”

The situation had become so strange that neither of them knew where to put themselves. Adrián continued without raising his voice, as though reciting a shopping list.

Lucas felt his throat dry out. He wanted to say something, defend himself somehow, but nothing came out. He glanced at his stepmother: her eyes were fixed on Adrián’s hands, as if they held the key to everything that would come next.

“If I’d had the chance… I would have spread her legs and fucked her without hesitation, until I left her pussy swollen and dripping with my cum. Your girlfriend. Your daughter-in-law”—he said, addressing both of them at once—“in our bed. The same one where you two rolled around like a pair of dogs in heat.”

He lowered his head and stared at his hands for a few endless seconds.

“Besides, no matter how much you’ve cuckolded me…”—he drew breath and sighed—“I can’t stop loving you just as much as I did on the first day I met you.”

He brushed a lock of hair behind her ear with a tenderness that was disconcerting after what he had just confessed.

“No matter what happens, you’ll always be the woman of my life.”

Elena didn’t know how to take that in. The sentence carried a sweet poison, a mixture of an eternal promise and a warning she still didn’t know how to decipher.

Elena’s tears overflowed. She tried to speak, but only a thread of voice came out, breaking before it could form a whole word. She had to swallow, breathe deeply, and try again.

“And you, my man and my light”—sobbing cut off the sentence. She wiped her tears with the back of her hand—“I… I’m sorry, my love. I’m truly sorry, so much that I don’t know how to tell you. I didn’t want it to end this way. We’d been drinking that night, and by the time I realized what was happening, your son’s hand was already inside my panties, and then his mouth was on my tits, and then his hard cock was thrusting against my belly, and things got out of hand. After that, I didn’t know how to stop. Every time he shoved it into me, I came like a slut beneath him and begged him for more. I swear it wasn’t what I wanted. It was the alcohol, the heat, everything but me.”

“It’s done,” he cut in. “We have to accept it as it came. I already told you I’m no saint either. What each person does doesn’t make anyone a good or bad person. It only reveals their true nature. Mine were yet to be discovered, and this trip shoved them right under my nose.”

He recovered his composure. His voice hardened just enough for the difference to be noticeable.

“I just needed time to come to terms with it and digest it. We’ll find a way to get through it.”

Elena embraced her husband and let her tears flow against his neck. Adrián closed his eyes. He wrapped one arm around her while stroking her hair in slow circles with the other. His hand moved slowly down her back, along the curve of her waist, and came to rest open-palmed on one buttock, squeezing it through her pants. Elena released a tiny moan against his skin. She felt an old heat flare between her legs, the one only Adrián knew how to kindle, and felt moisture beginning to soak her panties without permission, at the worst possible moment, with Lucas standing two yards away watching everything.

“We’ll find it,” she repeated, clinging to him. “We’ll get through it together.”

Adrián touched his forehead to hers and spoke in a kind voice, almost a whisper.

“Go change. Get yourself ready. Put on that black lingerie you know makes me horny. I’ve been away from you for too long, and I want to go out to dinner at the same place where I met you. Then I want to come home and fuck you until you forget your name.”

Elena embraced him and kissed him again with a force she had kept bottled up for weeks. She bit his lip, thrust her tongue deep into his mouth, grabbed his crotch through his pants, and felt her husband’s cock already beginning to swell beneath her palm. With the passion and love she had never lost. Then she disappeared upstairs. Adrián followed her with his eyes as she walked away, staring at her ass. The sound of her footsteps crossing the house faded until it was lost on the upper floor.

The living room fell silent.

“Dad…” Lucas said in a little voice that barely held together, “I wanted to apologize. Not only for what happened, but… for what I said that night… all those things I blurted out without thinking… I didn’t really mean them. At the time I was blind, I was just a kid, I didn’t realize…”

“Cut the crap, you little bastard,” Adrián hissed, turning toward him.

His father approached until they were face-to-face, so close he could almost taste his breath. Not a trace remained of the calm expression he had worn a minute earlier. His jaws were taut as violin strings again, and his eyes, two wells injected with pure hatred, did not blink.

Lucas couldn’t move. He felt the blood drain from his face and a shudder run down his spine to his heels.

“I want to fuck your girlfriend. I want to split her pussy open with my cock and leave her dripping with my cum. I want her to scream my name while I shove it up her ass. And you’re going to watch.”