Over the course of my first year in college, while living with my dad to save on expenses, I had quite the voyeuristic adventure. I would often watch from outside my dad's bedroom window while he had sex with his girlfriend. This eventually made me actually jealous. So I devised a little two-stage plan to get back at him. Stage one had already been put into motion; I made a habit of wearing revealing clothes around the house when we were alone together and giving him little peep shows of my own. I knew that it was having the proper effect when dad started having his young girlfriend call him daddy sometimes during their more heated and alcohol fueled fuck sessions while I fingered myself like crazy outside the bedroom window.
That first year is also when I met Tommy. Tommy spent all of his time since high school just partying it up and working odd jobs here and there to pay the bills. At 26 he finally decided to go to college and we ended up in some of the same classes. He was sort of my boyfriend that first year of college; well, really the summer after that first year. I say "sort of" because we were neither very serious about the idea of a relationship, be we really enjoyed each other's company. When the spring semester finally came to a close, and I had the house to myself again with dad at work, Tommy would sometimes come over and we would hang out. Usually that meant smoking and then bullshitting for hours or watching some silly movie. Sometimes we would make out and get all physical with each other. It was always a good time though. Dad knew about Tommy at this point as they had met a couple of times; ever since reaching adulthood, dad was sort of neutral about my guy friends instead of simply being opposed to them. He didn't encourage me to go out with guys, but he didn't discourage it either. As for having guys over while he was at work... it hadn't really come up. Until stage two of my plan that is; which was to arrange for dad to walk in on us during a one of those physical sessions.
Stage two required a bit more planning though than a simple casual glance. To help with that plannin, I had been periodically checking my dad's day-planner to pick the perfect day. That day turned out to be a Friday in late June. He was taking the car in for a service at a garage close to home and had made a note in his planer that we would be working from home the rest of the day. It would be perfect. Working from home meant he would need to go to his office down in the basement. That would be an ideal spot to setup an encounter with Tommy.
There was a lot of anticipation as the time crept up, I made plans with Tommy for him to come over that day and hang out. Of course, I didn't tell Tommy that my dad was going to be home early, I needed at least his real reaction to getting caught to be genuine. Tommy came over around noon, and I expected dad to be home around 2pm. That gave me a couple of hours to get everything in place. We started out by just hanging around outside and smoking before moving into the house. Everything was going according to plan, and it was perfect. The plan was simple, and the basement's unusual layout was well suited for it.
The basement was sort of partitioned off into four rooms. The stairs exited into the largest of the rooms, the bar area; pool table, dart board, stereo, and actual bar. The other side of the basement had another large area that was setup as more of a lounge/guest room; there was an TV and a couple of old couches, though one was actually a futon that would unfold into a bed. Between the two large rooms was a wide hallway with dad's office on one side and the laundry room on the other. Knowing that dad would be coming down to the office, my plan was to keep the lights off and just have the stereo on in the bar area and the TV on in the lounge area where Tommy and I would be. I would be able to tell if dad was there when he stepped in front of the little lights on the stereo. Then I would turn the heat up with Tommy until dad came in and kicked him out. Then I had a whole speech prepared for how I am an adult and what I do with my boyfriend is my business.
We were setup on the couch that faces the bar area, it was around 1:30 when I thought I heard my dad's car, confirmed when I faintly heard the front door. Tommy must have heard something too, because he asked if I had heard something. I told him that it was just the TV, then I moved in for a kiss. Well, boys will be boys, so that was all the convincing he needed. We were well into making out, with Tommy leaning in front of me, when I was barely able to make out the silhouette of my dad move into the hall and quickly dart back into the darker bar area. As it turned out, the lights on the stereo really weren't needed, but it sure did help mask our sounds.
I was sure that Tommy and I making out like a couple of school kids wasn't going to do anything except create a slightly awkward silence when dad finally got bored and cleared his throat or something. I decided I had to dial it up if I really wanted to induce the jealousy that I was really hoping for and truly get back at dad for his girlfriend. To tell the truth, it wasn't really about getting back at him in a revenge sort of way... after all that happened that past year, it was more the thrill of giving my dad a little show. I broke the kiss a little and whispered to Tommy to touch me. We had only ever really kissed before, though he grabbed my ass now and then, but this was really new territory for him and he got pretty excited. We had both done more with other people, but like I said, he was only my "sort of" boyfriend that year.
He went back to kissing me, then brought his right hand up to cup a breast. I could still just barely make out my dad in the shadows, and he still wasn't moving; so I gave Tommy a light moan of encouragement. He brought his hand down to my waist and slid my shirt up to expose my breasts. My dad would now have been able to see Tommy squeezing my left breast and playing with my nipple as he kissed me, and he still had made no move to stop us. I wasn't sure how far I was willing to take this with Tommy, but at that point I was willing to continue the show. Tommy broke off the kiss and moved down to take my right nipple into his mouth as he lightly pinched the left one with his hand. As I released another moan of pleasure, Tommy moved his hand down between my legs and pushed up the material of the skirt I had worn for this occasion. As Tommy began rubbing my pussy through the thin material of my panties, I parted my legs to allow him better access. At that moment I could just make out some movement coming from my dad. I tried going over my speech again to prepare, though it was difficult to concentrate; however, dad did not come forward to confront us.
In the dim light, I could just make out movements that sure looked like dad was jacking off while he watched. I could imagine, based on my own experiences watching him, how much he might be enjoying the show. The show picked up at this point too as Tommy moved my panties to one side so he had direct access to my moistened pussy. Tommy's sucking at my breast increased in intensity as he slid first one and then two fingers inside me. I could see dad's movements become more energetic as Tommy fucked me with his hand. I closed my eyes and imagined that it was my dad making me feel so good rather than Tommy. My breathing increased and I moaned in pure delight. Tommy started kissing down my belly and then he shifted onto the floor, moving between my legs. When I felt his tongue touch my clit, I let out a louder moan as I pictured my father there instead. Tommy sucked at my clit and swollen lips while still vigorously fucking me with his fingers. The feelings coursing through my body in waves were intense and I knew I couldn't hold back my orgasm much longer.
I wanted to open my eyes and try to watch my dad pleasuring himself while Tommy pleasured me, but I kept them closed to continue my fantasy. As Tommy worked, my mind's eye pictured that it was dad reaching his left hand up to grab a breast and pinch my nipple... it was dad thrusting his fingers deep inside of me... it was dad flicking my clit with his tongue... my hands were on the back of my dad's head, not Tommy's, grabbing his hair and grinding against his face and hand. I could hold it no longer; my moaning increasing, my breathing increasing, my excitment soaring; and as the orgasm rocked my body, I let out a final moan and, to my belated dismay I yelled out, "oh daddy!"
Tommy withdrew and climbed back on the couch. I could still barely concentrate, and the darkness seemed to be breathing in the bar side of the basement, but it looked like dad was retreating. I told Tommy that we had better clean up because I just remembered that my dad might be home early today. He made some joke about, "that must be why you yelled out 'daddy'" or something like that. I said that must be it; but then I grinned at him and told him that he could be my 'daddy' and them kissed him before standing up and fixing my clothes. I still had my speech ready just in case dad was waiting to confront us upstairs; though based on his actions during all of this, I had my doubts about any confrontation. When we finally emerged from the basement, there was no sign of my dad. We went to the kitchen to get something to drink as Tommy patted himself on the back for pleasuring me and asking when we could do it again. I was about to answer when the front door opened and dad walked in carrying his work stuff like he had just come home.
Dad came into the kitchen acting like nothing was amiss and greeted us. I especially remember this because he made a point of shaking Tommy's hand when he said hello... the hand that so recently was covered with my vaginal juices and had not yet been washed... and I swear he sniffed it while pretending to scratch his an itch on his face. It proved to be too awkward for Tommy to talk to my dad right then, so he made up some excuse about errands he had to take care of and he took off, leaving me and my dad in the kitchen to chat about our respective days.
