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/Mike J
My Future Son-in-law -- Part 6
The rain was pouring outside as I sat in the couch downstairs nursing a whisky on the rocks. The fire from the hearth crackled softly in the background, illuminating the open-plan living room of the clapboard villa. It was around one in the morning. Sleep still evaded me. I could hear the distant waves crashing against the shore. It was soothing, and yet, in my current state, it amplified the throbbing ache of emptiness inside of me. I missed Tom. I knew I shouldn't, but I couldn't help it. I glanced up at the top of the stairs where I knew Karen was soundly asleep in our bedroom. She had managed to convince me that we should let Chloe and Tom, our daughter and her new husband, enjoy the rest of their honeymoon without us, so that we too could savor the serenity of our own private getaway in Costa Rica.
But now, I couldn't help but feel a sense of regret and longing. It wasn't just that I missed Tom, although that was true. This whole thing had started innocently enough, a harmless physical attraction that we had briefly indulged in, but now, I wanted more. I craved for his lean body and sculpted smooth chest. I didn't just want him, I needed him, like an addict needs a fix. Just as I was about to pour myself another drink, I heard a soft knock at the door. I moved towards it and opened, revealing Tom's hunched form, shivering slightly in the rain. He looked so vulnerable, but it was his eyes that caught me - a swirling mixture of fear and desire.
"I couldn't sleep," he said.
He was wearing only a thin white t-shirt and a pair of shorts, his sculpted arms and legs glistening in the rain. I stepped aside, gesturing for him to come in. He did, walking past me, his wet clothes leaving a trail of water on the floor. I closed the door behind him and led him to the couch, where I handed him a towel to dry himself off. As I watched him rub his hair and torso vigorously, I couldn't help but stare at the outline of his toned chest beneath the wet fabric of his t-shirt. I could feel the heat rise in my cheeks, and I knew I had to regain my composure.
"Do you want some whisky?" I asked, gesturing towards the glass in my hand.
Tom looked up at me, hesitation flickering across his face.
"I...uh, sure," he stammered, before clearing his throat. "Just a little, though."
I nodded, pouring him a small measure, and handed it to him. Our fingers brushed against each other, and I saw him swallow hard.
"What's the matter?" I asked , trying to keep my voice even as I gestured towards the empty glass in Tom's hand.
"I don't know," he replied. "I guess I just feel...lost."
I studied him for a moment, my gaze lingering on the way the firelight flickered across his face and illuminated the damp strands of hair that curled around his ears. It was clear that something was weighing heavily on his mind, but he seemed reluctant to put it into words. I poured him another shot of whisky, feeling a familiar surge of excitement as I watched the liquid flow from my glass to his. He downed it quickly, his eyes never leaving mine, and for a moment, I felt a sudden rush of heat between my legs.
"How are things with Chloe?" I asked , trying to steer the conversation in a different direction.
He hesitated and took a long sip of his drink before responding.
"It's complicated," he said, a small frown creasing his forehead. "I love her, Phil. But sometimes, I feel like I'm not good enough for her. Like, I'm not man enough to perform."
He spoke quietly, and without looking at me, focusing his gaze on the amber liquid in his glass.
"You performed all right with me", I said.
I took another sip of my drink, my voice laced with suggestion. I couldn't help it. The thought of Tom, naked and vulnerable underneath me, filled me with an intense hunger. Tom's cheeks flushed pink at my words, and he shifted uneasily on the couch.
"That was different," he said, still keeping his gaze fixed on his drink. "With you, it was easy. You took control."
Slowly, I stood up and walked over to him. I leaned in close, our noses almost touching.
"And how did it make you feel?"
Tom looked up at me, his eyes wide and uncertain. I watched as he swallowed hard, his throat bobbing up and down. His gaze flicked to my mouth, then back up to my eyes, and I knew in that moment that he wanted me just as much as I wanted him.
"I don't know," he replied. "I felt wanted, desired. "
I nodded, understanding what he meant.
"I do want you, Tom."
I thought about my promise to Karen, to keep my distance from Tom and Chloe during the rest of their honeymoon stay. But at the same time, I craved the connection, the physical thrill that came from taking Tom. I placed my hand on his shoulder, squeezing gently, and feeling the warmth of his skin beneath my fingers.
"Philip," Tom murmured as I traced a finger along his neckline, just barely brushing against his collarbone. "What about Karen..."
He looked towards the staircase where Karen slept, a small frown creasing his brow. My heart rate picked up at the audacity of my thoughts, but I pressed on. Tom leaned in closer, and I could feel the warmth of his breath on my lips as I leaned towards his.
"She is a heavy sleeper," I whispered, my voice low and dominant. "We just need to be careful."
My lips was now so close to his that the words I spoke almost became a kiss. I could hear the rain crashing against the windows like waves slapping against a shore, the rhythm of it lulling me into a sense of security.
"Are you sure?" Tom breathed.
I could feel his breath on my lips, and it took all of my self-control not to close the distance between us and kiss him. But I knew that I had to be cautious. I couldn't let my desires cloud my judgment.
"Yes, I'm sure," I replied.
I moved my hand from his shoulder and touched his chest lightly, feeling the sculpted muscles beneath my fingertips. The sight of him in the rain-drenched shirt only amplified the emotions I had been feeling all along. Tom let out a small gasp as I ran my fingers down his chest, tracing the outline of his abs through the fabric.
"Do you want me, Tom?" I asked; my breath hot on his lips.
It was as if the air in the room grew thicker, charged with a magnetic energy that pulled us together. I could feel the heat rising between us, radiating off Tom's damp skin, mingling with my own restless tension. My gaze drifted to his lips, full and parted as he breathed shallowly.
"Philip," he whispered. "You shouldn't..."
The sound of my name on his lips was like a spark that ignited a raging fire within me. I didn't hesitate. I leaned in closer, closing the gap between us. My lips met his, and I could feel the softness of his mouth against mine. I tangled my hand in his damp hair, deepening the kiss, our tongues exploring each other's mouths with an urgent need. I could feel the heat growing between us, and I knew that I couldn't wait any longer. I unbuttoned the first button of his shirt, and then the next one, until the damp fabric gaped open, revealing his toned chest. I traced my fingertips over the lines of his muscles, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath my fingertips. The thought of Karen sleeping upstairs vanished from my mind as my lustful cravings took over. My body moved forward, pressing Tom down onto the soft cushions of the couch. Our mouths collided again, tongues dancing and exploring as if starved of each other's taste.
With both hands, I made quick work of Tom's wet shirt, ripping it off with a single motion. His hard, toned chest was now fully exposed, and I felt my breath catch in my throat as I gazed upon it. The sight of his sculpted muscles, glistening with a sheen of rainwater, was like a wet dream come true. I reached out and ran my hands over his chest, feeling the firmness of his pectorals and the chiseled lines of his abs.
"You have such an amazing body, Tom," I whispered.
His eyes met mine. He leaned up, capturing my lips in a deep, passionate kiss. My hands roamed over his chest, exploring every inch of his muscular form as we kissed, the taste of him filling me with an insatiable hunger.
As we continued to kiss, I pushed Tom onto his back on the couch, my body straddling his hips. Our cocks rubbed together, both of us groaning as we felt the raw warmth of our arousal. Tom's hands moved to my waist, pulling me closer as he bit down on my lower lip, his tongue darting out to taste me. I crushed my lips against his, my hands on his chest, feeling the hard muscle shift and flex beneath my fingers. My hands moved lower, towards the zipper of his shorts. I could feel his erection straining against the fabric, pressing into mine. With a flick of my wrist, I undid his zipper, freeing his cock. It sprung out, hard and heavy, and I wrapped my hand around it, stroking him slowly. Tom whimpered into my mouth, his hips bucking up to meet my hand. His whole body trembled beneath me as I explored him, my hands moving over his thighs, down to his balls, feeling him shiver at my touch. His balls were moist and heavy, dangling between my fingers.
"Tom," I breathed against his ear, my voice thick with desire. "Let me pleasure you, baby."
He whimpered in response before nodding his head, giving me his consent. I wrapped my hand around his cock once more, stroking him slowly and firmly, setting a rhythm that made him gasp. His hands grabbed the hem of my t-shirt, tugging it up and I lifted my arms to allow him to pull it off me. I could feel his eyes on me, taking in every inch of my hairy chest, as he licked his lips with anticipation.
We broke away from our kiss, both of us panting heavily, and I moved down his body, trailing kisses along his neck and chest. I nipped at one of his nipples, eliciting a sharp gasp from him, before continuing lower. I kissed the flat plane of his stomach, feeling the muscles contract beneath my lips. I buried my nose in his dark pubes , inhaling the scent of him - musky, salty, and all man. I teased the base of his shaft with my tongue, before taking one of his balls into my mouth, rolling it around gently with my tongue. Tom's hands found their way into my hair, gripping it tightly as a deep, guttural sob escaped him. I relished the feeling of power, of control. I knew he was close, but I didn't want him to come just yet. I had other plans. I released his balls and trailed my tongue down the underside of his shaft, the vein on the side pulsing with his heart's rhythm. I looked up at him, his head thrown back in pleasure, his mouth hanging open in a silent gasp.
I couldn't help but marvel at how beautiful he looked like in that moment, his features softened by need and pleasure. I took the tip of his cock into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the sensitive area, feeling him shudder beneath me. I started to suck him gently, using my lips and tongue to massage his cock. I could feel him growing even harder in my mouth. Tom's hands tightened their grip on my hair, pulling it gently as he moaned and gasped. His fingers twitched and writhed in my hair, and I knew he was going to come soon. A part of me wanted to let him, but I wasn't ready to let him release just yet. I pulled my mouth off his cock, looking up at him with a mischievous smile.
"Not so fast, big boy," I purred, and Tom's eyes grew wide with surprise and desire. "I'm not done with you yet."
With that, I pushed him back down onto the couch and straddled him once more. My hand never left his cock, and I resumed stroking him firmly as I leaned in to kiss him again. Tom's hips bucked upwards, trying to meet my hand's movements, but I held him down firmly.
"Philip," he gasped as my tongue danced with his. "Please daddy, I need more."
I smiled against his lips, loving the way he begged for my touch. I was in control now, and I wasn't about to let go of that power anytime soon. I broke away from our kiss and moved down his body once more, taking his cock back into my mouth. I sucked him harder this time, feeling him grow even more rigid against my tongue. I buried my nose in his pubes again, breathing in his musky scent as I sucked and teased the head of his shaft with my tongue. Tom's hands were still in my hair, pulling me closer, urging me to go faster. But I didn't listen, instead, I slowed down, teasing him and driving him wild with pleasure.
"Philip, please," he groaned, hips bucking wildly beneath me.
His cock throbbed against my tongue as I swirled it around the tip, sucking gently, and eliciting an animalistic moan from him. Tom's pleas were making me harder - if that was even possible. But I wasn't ready for him to come just yet. I had a surprise in store for my handsome son-in-law. I released his cock from my mouth, letting it slide out with a wet pop. His shaft gleamed in the dim light from the fireplace, glossy with my saliva and pre-cum.
I crawled up his body until I was once again face to face with him. My cock was pressed tightly against his, grinding against his as we kissed. Our tongues danced for a moment longer, then, with a wicked smile, I reached down and grabbed both our cocks in my hand, stroking them together in slow, firm movements. Tom's eyes fluttered open.
"Oh my God, Philip," he breathed, his voice shaking with anticipation.
"You want me to take you, don't you?"
Tom nodded, his breath hitching as he clutched at my shoulders.
"Yes, I want you to take me, daddy."
Tom's confession was all I needed to hear. I leaned forward, capturing his lips in a bruising kiss as I continued to stroke our cocks together. Our mouths opened wide, tongues darting out to taste each other. I could feel his desperation, his need for release matching my own. My other hand snaked down between us, seeking out his entrance. I could feel him shiver with anticipation as my finger slid down and circled his hole. I pushed the tip of my finger in, just enough to feel him tighten around it. I was driving both of us crazy with desire, and I could sense that we were close to giving in. I increased the pace of my hand on our cocks, my finger probing deeper into his entrance.
"Please, man," Tom groaned, bucking his hips to meet my fingers. "Please, I can't wait any longer."
I pushed my finger inside him fully, feeling his walls tighten around me. Tom gasped into our kiss, breaking away for a moment to catch his breath. I could feel his heart pounding against my chest, and I knew that mine was beating just as fast. I started to move my finger in and out of him, setting a slow, steady rhythm that made him moan and writhe beneath me.
"Philip, yes, oh God, yes," he panted, his fingers digging into my shoulders.
With my free hand, I reached for the lube that I had stashed in the drawer of the coffee table. I coated my fingers with it, before adding a second finger to Tom's entrance. He tensed up for a moment, but then relaxed as I started to move my fingers in and out of him, stretching him open. I could feel the resistance slowly yielding to the pleasure. I added a third finger, and he groaned, his body arching up to meet my touch. I felt the sweat on his skin, the way his muscles tensed and relaxed as I explored him, the pulsing of his walls around my fingers a clear sign how horny he was for my daddy cock. It was intoxicating, knowing that I was the one making him feel this way. I could feel my own arousal spiking, the thought of taking him making me harder than I had ever been before. My thumb ran over Tom's balls, feeling him twitch and pulse against my touch. I moved my fingers in and out of him, finding a rhythm that made him start to thrust upwards to meet my movements. I was lost in the sensation of him, of the emotions that exploded inside of me as I prepared myself to take the next step.
With a final shimmer of desire, Tom closed his eyes and leaned back, his muscles tensing in primal anticipation. I pushed his knees up towards his chest, exposing his entrance fully. I could see the slight tremble in his thighs as I moved my fingers from him, replacing them with the head of my cock. I could feel the heat radiating from him, the moisture on his entrance, making my own body tense with a primal urge.
"Philip," Tom gasped, his voice trembling as he looked up at me.
"It's okay, baby boy," I whispered as I leaned in to kiss him.
I pressed forward gently, feeling the tip of my cock breach his entrance. Tom gasped into our kiss, his body tensing up for a moment before relaxing again. I moved slowly, giving him time to adjust to the feeling of me inside him. My hands moved up to grip his knees, holding him steady as I pushed deeper into him. My cock slid gradually, millimeter by millimeter, into his tight warmth. Tom let out a long, low moan and I felt his legs tremble in my grip. I was conscious of every sensation, every point of contact between our bare flesh - the damp hairs on Tom's legs tickling my arms, the slick heat of him around my hard cock, the steady pulse of our hearts.
I leaned in closer, my chest pressed against his as I leaned down to kiss him again. Our mouths opened as if magnetically drawn to each other, warm tongues exploring and tasting. My hands gripped his hips tightly, lifting him up slightly so I could thrust deeper into him. The thought that I was fucking Tom while Karen was asleep upstairs gave me a rush of adrenaline that made my thrusts harder and rougher. Tom let out a keen of pleasure as I drove into him, slamming against his prostate, making him cry out with a sigh. His ass clenched and unclenched around my thick dick.
"Oh god, daddy", he whimpered , his face tight with pleasure. "Fuck, you're so big."
My hands roamed over his toned chest, pinching and twisting his nipples hard. I could feel him quivering beneath my touch, his body shaking as he struggled to accommodate my size. His tight hole stretched around me, and I couldn't help but groan at the feeling of him wrapped so tightly around my cock.
"Tom, baby", I grunted, leaning down to kiss him again. "You like that?"
I bit down on his lower lip, and he let out a whimper of pleasure. I could feel the sweat rolling down my spine as I picked up the pace, my hips slamming against his with increasing urgency. Tom's fingers clutched at my shoulders, his nails digging in as he muttered incoherent words.
"That's it, boy," I growled, my voice barely recognizable. "Take all of me. Every fucking inch."
His legs wrapped around my waist, pulling me deeper, harder, as I thrust into him. I could feel every inch of him gripping me, feel his body flush against mine, and I didn't want to stop. My hands roamed up and down his lean body, feeling the sweat on his skin as we moved together. I could feel my own climax building, the pressure in my balls spreading up my shaft and into my lower back. I wanted to come, to fill him up with me, but I held back, not ready for this to end. I leaned down, our chests pressed together, sweat mingling as our hearts raced in unison.
"I'm going to cum", I groaned, my hips slowing down as the overwhelming sensation washed over me. "Do you want me to fill you up?"
"Do it, daddy, I'm so fucking close", Tom whimpered, his legs shaking as he held onto me.
I quickened my pace, desperate to reach that pinnacle of pleasure, to feel myself release inside him. My fingers dug into the flesh of his hips as I slammed into him, our bodies slapping together in a primal rhythm that echoed through the room.
"Yes, yes, Philip!" Tom moaned.
That was all it took to finally send me over the edge. With one final, violent thrust, I let go, my climax erupting from deep inside me, filling Tom up with wave after wave of my hot load. I kept thrusting, even as my orgasm faded away, drawing out every last drop of pleasure. Tom's body trembled beneath me, his own climax ripping through him at the same time. He cried out, a guttural gasp of pure unadulterated pleasure, as his cock twitched and pulsed between our bellies. His body shuddered and shook, a tremor ripping through his muscles as he spilled himself, gluing us together with a mess of sticky cum.
"Fuuuuuck," Tom groaned, collapsing back against the couch as I slid out of him.
His ass was shiny with the combination of sweat, cum and lube and I couldn't resist reaching out to touch him, to run a finger along his crack, feeling his hole still pulsing and tightening around my digit. I licked the cum from his abs , tasting salt and musk before lifting my gaze to meet his.
"Fuck, Philip," Tom breathed, eyes half-lidded and mouth open in awe. He still couldn't believe what had just happened.
I simply smiled and leaned in to kiss him deeply, tasting the remnants of his own load in his mouth. I could feel his exhausted, satisfied body twitching and writhing beneath mine, as he kissed me back with equal hunger and passion.
"What the hell is going on here?"
The sudden intrusion of Karen's voice cut through the heavy air, making both Tom and I jump. We broke apart, scrambling to put ourselves back together, but it was too late. The look on Karen's face was one of pure shock and disgust as she took in the scene in front of her. Her eyes darted back and forth between us, her mouth hanging open in a silent gasp. I could feel my heart rate spike as panic washed over me. I quickly scrambled to pull on my pants and shirt, not wanting to be caught half-naked in front of my daughter's mother.
"Karen, it's not what you think," I stammered, my voice shaking with fear.
But it was too late. Karen had already seen enough. She let out a strangled cry, her hands flying to her mouth as tears streamed down her cheeks. Her eyes widened as she took in the scene before her, and the realization of what had transpired between me and Tom hit her like a freight train. The room was heavy with the scent of sweat and sex, and the furniture was disheveled.
"Philip! How could you?!" She demanded; her voice shaky as she approached me.
"Karen, I-" I stammered, trying to find the right words.
"I thought we were supposed to be having a romantic getaway, but instead, you're having sex with our daughter's husband in our villa! " She cried, her voice shaking with anger and hurt.
She looked at Tom, who was struggling to put on his shorts and shirt while trying to avoid eye contact with both of us.
"And you, Tom! I trusted you! You're like a son to me!" Karen's voice cracked with emotion, and I could see the pain in her eyes.
"Karen, please, let me explain," I pleaded, reaching out to touch her arm, but she recoiled at my touch.
"There's nothing to explain, Philip. I can't believe I ever trusted you." She shook her head and turned to leave the room.
Tom looked at me with an expression of guilt and regret as I stood there helplessly, watching Karen walk away. He quickly gathered his clothes and made for the door, not looking back once. I was left alone, still breathing heavily with my cock hanging out from my boxers, feeling the weight of what had just happened settle down on me. Karen entered again, her ice fiery with disgust.
"I want you to leave, Philip.", she spat out. "Get your things and get out!"
I stared at her for a moment, shocked by the sudden turn of events.
"Karen, please, let's talk about this."
"There's nothing to talk about, Philip. Get out!" she shouted, her voice breaking with emotion.
I looked at her, my mind racing, trying to find a way to fix this. But I knew there was no coming back from this. I was caught, and there was no denying the truth. I nodded slowly and went upstairs to pack my bags.
I stepped out of the cab and looked up at the terminal building. I felt a strange sense of emptiness inside me as I walked towards the sliding doors. The airport was bustling with activity as I made my way through security and to my gate. People of all shapes and sizes moved about, suitcases in tow, each of them lost in their own little worlds. Karen's last words still echoed in my mind , and I couldn't shake the feeling of dread that had taken root deep within me. As I waited at the gate for my flight, my thoughts began to race. What had I done? I had betrayed Karen, the woman I loved and had promised to spend the rest of my life with. I had betrayed our daughter, who I had always sought to protect and guide. And now I had gone and instigated an affair with her husband.
I leaned against the wall, closing my eyes as I tried to will away the memories. The sounds of the airport, the hum of distant engines, and the clatter of suitcases, seemed to mock me. I could still feel the heat of Tom's body, the way his skin felt beneath my fingers, and the taste of his flesh on my tongue. I rubbed my temple, trying to ease the roaring in my head that threatened to drown out everything else. I needed a drink, badly. I had some time before my flight, so I decided to head to the airport bar. The stool beneath me was cold, but I barely noticed as I ordered a shot of whiskey and chased it down with a sip of beer. I could feel the burn of the alcohol travel down my throat and settle in my stomach. It made me feel slightly better, but not enough to dull the ache that had settled in my chest. As I sat there, nursing my whiskey, my thoughts drifted back to the events that had led up to this moment. I remembered the first time I had met Tom, how I had wanted him, how I had seduced him. And now it all was exposed. Chloe would never forgive me. Still, it was the best fuck of my life. I couldn't help but smile at the thought, even as the weight of my actions threatened to crush me. I shook my head, taking another swig of my drink. I couldn't keep thinking about it, not now. I needed to clear my head.
The bartender set another shot of whiskey down in front of me and I downed it in one gulp. The liquid burned my throat and warmed my belly, helping to take the edge off the anxiety that was building inside me. As they announced the boarding of my flight, I decided it was time to get a move on. Making my way through the crowded airport, I found my gate and boarded the plane. I took my seat, feeling grateful for the brief respite from reality that I hoped my flight would provide. When the plane taxied down the runway, I watched the lights of San Jose disappear beneath me, feeling a strange mix of relief and anticipation. Why was I feeling this way? I should be feeling...something else. Shame, guilt, regret, grief. Instead, I felt a strange sense of excitement. Divorce was unavoidable, but maybe it could also be a new chapter in my life. A new beginning.