Fucked my FWB... then his dad filled me up hours later same day.

Back when I was a junior in college, I had this no-strings FWB named Adam. We’d hook up whenever the mood struck super casual. He was sweet, hot without his clothes, and insanely good at going down on me. Usually I’d head to his place, we’d fuck, then join our friends for parties or bars. If he just wanted a quick blowjob, I’d swing by, drop to my knees, and take care of him no complaints.

One night he scored us invites to a semi-fancy alumni event at the college hall (free wine, yes please). I wore this flirty red-and-white cocktail dress, low-cut enough to show some cleavage, paired with heels. Right before we left his place, he had me bent over the couch dress bunched around my waist, tits spilling out, panties at my ankles. When he was close, I knelt and let him finish in my mouth. Swallowed it all, quick cleanup, barely touched up my lipstick. Perfect.

At the event I only knew a handful of people, and they were busy networking, so I wandered, sipping wine. Ended up chatting with this handsome older alum late 50s, total silver fox, clearly loaded (big donor type). He was flirty as hell, eyes locked on my chest, not even trying to be subtle. I was already on glass two, then three, feeling buzzed and playful, so I let him touch my arm, my shoulder, my hip… it was fun.

Then Adam walks up: “Dad! What’s up!”

I nearly choked on my wine. Same jawline, same eyes definitely father and son. Adam had zero clue his dad was hitting on me. He introduced me as “a friend” and then got pulled away to talk to some coach.

I stayed with his dad Rudy. As the night wound down, he asked if I wanted to grab a drink somewhere else. Tipsy and loving the attention, I said yes.

“Drink” meant his place: a sleek, upscale townhouse about half an hour from campus. Very divorced-rich-dad energy granite counters, modern everything. After one vodka tonic he got handsy, pinned me against the kitchen island, and we started making out hard.

I hadn’t planned on sleeping with him… but next thing I knew he was guiding me to my knees on the kitchen floor, his thick cock right in front of my face. I gave him my best blowjob of the day (second one, same day). The age gap was insanely hot he stroked my hair, called me his good girl while I moaned around him, getting embarrassingly soaked. Soon he had me upstairs, bent over his big black bed, fucking me raw from behind. I fell asleep with his load in my pussy and Adam’s still in my stomach.

I stayed over. Morning sex was slower spooning, me braced against the headboard while he took me from behind again. My ass still had bright red handprints from the spanking he’d given me the night before. Afterward he called me a car, said he’d text later.

The ride home I felt deliciously filthy his cum still dripping out of me and I was already dying to go back for more.

That’s how I ended up fucking both of them. Rudy and I never used condoms (he covered a full year of birth control though). I’d see him a couple times a month. He spoiled me sexy dresses, lingerie sets, laser hair removal, mani-pedis, jewelry. In bed he was always “Daddy,” and thinking about him pinning my wrists above my head in missionary, fucking me deep while I sucked on his fingers, still makes me drip.

They never found out about each other. But secretly sleeping with both father and son? It was wild.