The Night I Spied on My Father with My Best Friend

That vacation afternoon began like any other, with the heat clinging to my skin and the hours stretching out with nothing to do. I was still turning over in my mind what had happened to me a few days earlier at the beach, that stranger and the mixture of shamelessness and desire that had left me trembling. So when my phone vibrated and I saw Bianca’s name on the screen, I smiled. After that game of ours that had gotten out of hand, things had been strange between us, and I missed her.

She sent me silly memes, like before, looking for conversation as though nothing had happened. I seized the opportunity and invited her over to spend the afternoon. Around six, she appeared at the door wearing a tank top and shorts, while I had on a loose T-shirt and lounge pants. We sprawled across the living-room sofa, I put on the movie channel, and we let the film play in the background. I don’t even remember what it was. All we did was talk.

—Bet you can’t guess where I was the other day? —I blurted out, dying to tell her.

—No idea. Give me a hint.

—I took the bus by myself and went to the coast.

—By yourself? That’s new. And what happened?

—I sat near a couple and, without meaning to, the guy started looking at me so much that they got into a fight. She ended up storming off.

—I don’t believe you. And then?

—Then he came over while I was taking a swim. One thing led to another and we ended up in the beach huts. —I paused just for the pleasure of seeing her face—. He shoved his cock all the way inside me twice, without pulling it out between one orgasm and the next. The guy knew how to fuck. He spread my legs against the wood, licked my pussy until I begged him to put his cock in me, and ended up filling my mouth with cum so I wouldn’t scream.

—You’re such a slut —she laughed, covering her mouth—. Lucky you. Ever since I broke up with Marcos, nothing. My pussy’s drier than the desert.

And boy, did something happen, I would think later. But that afternoon I still had no idea.

We kept chatting about unimportant things, about Diego, her latest boyfriend, the break they were taking, and the three guys she’d been with in the meantime. I told her what I always did: that nothing would happen between us that she didn’t want, that I loved her just the same. We shared a long hug and buried the subject. When I looked at the clock, it was already eight.

—Damn, look at the time. Are you staying the night? Like old times.

—Okay, I’d like that. Wait, I’ll let them know at home.

***

We started making dinner and waited for my father to arrive. When he came through the door and saw her in the kitchen, he stopped for a second. It had been years since Bianca had come over so late, and he hadn’t seen her since the two of us had been little girls.

—Are you Bianca? —he asked.

—The very same, Mr. Ricardo.

—Well, look how you’ve grown. Last time, you were this small. —And he moved his hand to waist height.

—I’ve grown a little, yes —she laughed.

—Enough that I wouldn’t recognize you on the street. —I asked him if she could stay the night, and he agreed without a problem, with that calm air of his, like a tired man who was no longer surprised by anything.

My father worked Monday through Saturday and barely stopped at home except to eat dinner and sleep. He left at eight in the morning to deliver supplies all around the coastal area. He had been separated for several years and, since the divorce, I had never seen him with another woman. He was a sturdy forty-eight-year-old man, with a belly that was beginning to show and hair that was still holding on, though it was already showing signs of surrender. He wasn’t the kind of man who swept women off their feet. But he had an air of quiet authority, the confidence that only comes from having lived long enough.

I ate dinner between them, sitting beside him with Bianca opposite me. The conversation flowed around the shopping center they were going to build near the city, but I was barely paying attention. I couldn’t stop noticing how that top looked on my friend, how the neckline hinted at the size of her tits. A few days earlier, I had held them in my hands beneath the water, during that game of ours that had gotten out of hand: I had sucked her nipples until they were hard as rocks, biting them eagerly while she slid two fingers between my legs. The memory made my face burn and dampened my panties.

Then I turned my head toward my father and discovered that his eyes were aimed at exactly the same place as mine. I gave him a discreet elbow to make him stop. It annoyed me. How could he be so shameless? Bianca was his daughter’s best friend, my age, someone he had watched grow up. And yet he couldn’t take his eyes off that cleavage. Luckily, I thought, she hadn’t noticed.

***

After dinner, my father went to watch TV in the living room while we cleared up and went upstairs to my bedroom. I made up the spare bed and lent her one of my pajamas: a loose T-shirt and athletic shorts. We went to bed, and I fell asleep right away.

I don’t know how much time passed before I woke up. The first thing I noticed was that Bianca’s bed was empty. I thought dinner might have upset her stomach, so I went looking for her in the bathroom. But as I moved down the hallway, I began to hear whispers coming from the kitchen. They could only be the two of them; there was no one else in the house. I stopped before reaching the door, pressed my back against the wall, and held my breath. From there, I could hear everything.

—Finding out that way hurt so much —she was saying.

—Guys that age only think about one thing.

—Yeah, but I never expected him to cheat on me too.

They were talking about Bianca’s breakup. The idiot Diego had cheated on her and, when he tried to write to the other woman, he got the number wrong and sent the message to Bianca instead. It was the second time something like that had happened to her, she said, her voice breaking.

—That depends on the person —my father said—. I never cheated on my daughter’s mother. She did, though.

That’s why I came to live with him, I thought from the hallway. My mother had slept with her boss, and when I found out, I cut ties with her and stayed with my father.

—I don’t understand how anyone could do that to a beautiful girl like you —he continued.

—You’re only saying that to make me feel better.

—I mean it.

—And especially coming from you, with your experience.

—Hey, thanks for calling me old —he laughed.

—That’s not what I meant. Can I ask you something? —Bianca’s voice changed, becoming lower—. Have you ever been with someone much younger? Someone my age, for example.

—I shouldn’t be telling my daughter’s best friend this —he said after a silence—. But since you’re asking, I haven’t been with anyone since I split up with her mother.

—Don’t you miss it? Don’t you miss putting your cock inside a woman and coming inside her?

—Of course I do, damn it. But between work and my daughter, the opportunity never came up.

—Opportunities appear when you least expect them.

My heart was beating at full speed. Was my best friend really trying to seduce my father? And if she was, was I going to stop her? I doubted it. Something inside me, some part I didn’t want to acknowledge, wanted to see how it ended.

—Men my age don’t get hard the way we used to —he said, pretending to be modest.

—Oh, really? You certainly stared at my tits during dinner. And you looked like you wanted to pull them out and suck them.

—You’re not wrong —he admitted.

A thick, disturbing silence followed. He couldn’t possibly... Curiosity got the better of me. At the risk of being discovered, I peered around the edge of the door with one eye. My suspicions were right. Bianca had pulled her T-shirt up to her shoulders, with no bra beneath it, both tits exposed, her nipples already erect, and my father was staring at her as though he couldn’t believe what was in front of him. I hid again, my back against the wall, my pulse pounding in my throat.

—My God —he murmured—. What beautiful tits.

—Do you like them or not?

—Like them? That doesn’t begin to cover it. You’re making me harder than I’ve been in years.

—Come here. Touch them. Suck them. I want to feel your mouth on my nipples.

I didn’t need to look again to know what was happening. I could hear everything: their restrained sighs, my father’s heavy breathing, the wet sound of his tongue against Bianca’s skin, her little moans whenever he squeezed too hard or bit her nipples.

—They’re so soft, damn... and so hard. They get huge when I suck them.

—Ahh, careful, you’re biting them.

—You’re driving me wild. I feel like eating them whole.

—Keep going, keep going like that... with your tongue. Ahh, that feels so good.

—I can see you’re turned on too. Your panties are showing.

—I’ve been dripping since dinner —she confessed—. Every time I looked at you, it ran down my thighs.

My whole body prickled. I heard her moan softly and imagined the entire scene on the other side of the wall: my father’s mouth pressed against those tits I had sucked too, biting them like a starving animal, his hand already beneath her athletic shorts, two fingers seeking out her soaked pussy. I squeezed my thighs together involuntarily and felt that I was wet too.

It was too much for me. They were about to fuck with his daughter sleeping only a few yards away. Or so they thought.

—We should stop —Bianca said suddenly, regaining some sense—. Your daughter might catch us.

—If she’s asleep, not even an earthquake would wake her.

—Let me go check.

—As you wish. I’ll wait for you in the living room. We’ll be more comfortable there, and I’ll fuck you properly.

***

I darted toward my room without making a sound. I got into bed and pretended to be asleep just in time. I heard Bianca’s footsteps approaching. She stopped inches from me and stood still, watching me. What could she be thinking? I wondered with my eyes closed and my body tense. I didn’t have time to answer myself: I heard her walk away and carefully close the door.

I waited a little, just long enough, and then got up. I wasn’t going to miss this. I went barefoot down the hallway and peered into the living room from the doorway, hidden in the shadows. The show had already begun without me.

My father was in the armchair, his legs spread and his trousers around his ankles, his cock hard, thick, and veined, pointing toward the ceiling. Bianca, kneeling in front of him, already had it buried to the back of her throat. She sucked it with an eagerness I had never seen in her: she drew it out slowly, leaving a glistening trail of saliva all over the shaft, then swallowed it whole again until her lips touched his pubic hair. Her head rose and fell with an obscene rhythm, and every time she reached the back, a muffled gurgle escaped her, as if she were choking on pleasure.

They were so focused that unless they suddenly turned to their right, they would never discover me in that dark corner. I stayed motionless, hardly daring to breathe, feeling the heat rise through my body as one hand drifted down toward my panties despite myself.

—You suck it so well —my father told her, gathering her hair with one hand so he could better see her face and her full mouth—. You can tell you’ve had someone to practice with. Look at it going in, damn, look how it disappears inside you.

She didn’t even answer. She was too busy with her mouth full. She pulled his cock out for a moment, spat on it, and ran her tongue from his balls to the tip, sucking his glans as if it were a lollipop. Then she took it all the way back into her mouth, tightening her lips around the shaft, and cupped his balls with one hand while massaging the base with the other.

—That’s it, slut, that’s it... suck it all. Take it to the back. —My father pushed her head with both hands, forcing it down until tears sprang into her eyes—. If you keep that up, I’m going to come in your mouth. Stop, stop—I want to fuck you first. Then I’ll let you finish and swallow everything that comes out.

His voice carried an authority Bianca obeyed instantly. She pulled his cock from her mouth with a wet pop and remained on her knees, waiting, a strand of saliva hanging from her lip to her chest, as if someone had taken a candy away from her.

—That’s better. Now stand up and come closer.

He got to his feet and let his trousers fall to the floor. Standing face-to-face, they looked at each other with a tension sharp enough to cut. My father took the initiative. He grabbed her T-shirt and slowly pulled it over her head, leaving her almost naked. His hands then moved down from her neck, followed the curve of her tits, squeezed them again, pinched her nipples until she let out a whimper, then descended over her belly and hips to the edge of her shorts. He hooked his thumbs into either side and, with one sharp pull, dragged them down to her ankles along with her panties. Bianca stood completely naked, at his mercy, her shaved pussy glistening with moisture beneath the living-room light.

—You look much better like this —he murmured, running a finger along her soaked slit—. Blessed youth. Everything in its place. And you’re so wet, damn, you’re dripping all over my hand.

—You’re not the only one standing at attention here —she replied, taking his cock in her hand and slowly stroking it—. What a dick you have. I wasn’t expecting something that huge.

My father pushed her against the arm of the chair, bent her forward, and gently kicked her legs apart. He crouched behind her and buried his face between her buttocks. I could hear perfectly the sound of his tongue working over her pussy, the long, greedy licks, Bianca’s muffled moans each time he attacked her clitoris. He ate her pussy with the hunger of a man who hadn’t tasted one in years, until she began to tremble and thrust her ass against his face, begging for more.

—Put it in me now, please —she begged—. I can’t take any more, fuck me already.

My father straightened, took hold of his cock, and began sliding it inside her slowly, inch by inch, while Bianca gripped the back of the armchair. When he was fully inside, she let out a long, deep moan that passed through me from head to toe. I had had two fingers inside my pussy for quite some time without even realizing it.

—You’re so tight, fuck —he panted, gripping her waist—. You’re going to make me come in two thrusts if you keep moving like that.

He began fucking her from behind, with thrusts that grew faster and deeper. The wet smack of his hips against Bianca’s ass rang out, her tits swinging back and forth with every blow, while their broken moans filled the living room. My father delivered a sharp slap to one buttock that cracked like a whip, then another, and Bianca cried out louder, pushing her ass backward to take his entire cock.

—Harder, damn it, harder, just like that...

—Do you like the way I put it in you? Do you like being fucked by your friend’s father?

—Yes, yes, don’t stop... tear my pussy apart, give me all of it...

What came next survives in flashes, because I could barely think. My father seized her by the thighs, just beneath her buttocks, and lifted her off the floor with his cock still inside her. Bianca clung to his neck and wrapped her legs around his waist. He held her in the air and began raising and lowering her over his shaft as if she weighed nothing, thrusting his hips at the same time. Every time he let her drop, she gave a hoarse moan that broke in her throat. They barely lasted a minute in that impossible position before collapsing together onto the armchair, her on top, his cock buried to the hilt.

—Now it’s my turn —Bianca said breathlessly.

She began moving on top of him, rising almost to the end—revealing his shiny, fluid-soaked cock emerging between her thighs—and dropping down hard again and again. I could hear the splashing of her pussy impaling itself over and over, the wet noise of sex working at full depth. My father took advantage of the moment to return to those tits now within his reach; he took them into his mouth one after the other, sucked them whole, and pinched her nipples between his teeth. The caresses became brutal squeezes, the kisses became bites, as her rhythm accelerated. Bianca’s moans flooded the room, growing higher-pitched and more uncontrolled.

—I’m coming, damn it, I’m coming now... —she began to tremble all over, her head thrown back—. Ah, ah, ahhh... shove your cock all the way in, don’t pull out, don’t pull out...

I remained rooted to the doorway, unable to move, my hand inside my pants, three fingers sliding in and out of my pussy at the same rhythm as my father’s cock entered and left Bianca’s. Trapped between shame and something much harder to admit, I smothered my own moan against my shoulder so I wouldn’t give myself away.

When she came, she remained trembling, collapsed against my father’s chest, his cock still inside her, her pussy contracting around it. She whispered something in his ear that I would never learn. Then she sat up, turned, and her eyes met mine head-on.

She had discovered me.

She didn’t flinch. She didn’t look away, cover herself, or say a word. Instead, without taking her eyes off me, she slid back down to the floor, knelt between my father’s legs, and returned to her candy with deliberate slowness. She drew his cock, dripping with her own fluids, out of her and took it into her mouth all the way to her throat, sucking it whole and swallowing everything she herself had left on it, without looking away from me for even a second. She licked his balls, ran her tongue from the base to the tip, took his swollen glans against the roof of her mouth, and quickened her pace. Every movement was meant entirely for me.

I watched my father throw his head back, watched him seize her hair with both hands, watched him push her face against his pubis at the final moment. I heard perfectly the hoarse groan with which he came in my best friend’s mouth, and watched her swallow every drop without losing a single one, her eyes locked on mine.

To be continued…