[M4F] My Wife Fucks My No Good Father This Summer Break cheating to cuck

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*It still made your skin crawl how the man I once hated with all my heart was under the same roof as us. But I didn't see the man you did, all I could see was the new man he proclaimed to be. You warned me time and time again, the way he looked at you, the way his hugs were too initmate, the time he accidentally flashed you (his hung cock) out the shower, but I never took heed. I believed my good-for-nothing father over my own wife. Only when you were on your last straw with me is when you caved, you were finally going to fuck the man I once despised.*

If there was one thing, friends and family knew about me was that I hated my dad. My mother, his own wife felt no different. He was never there, so for our wedding we didn't give him the time of day, since it would have been only another empty chair with his name on it. My father if I could call him that, was an embarrassment. I was happy if I never had to see that man again a day in my life, all of us were better off without him. And it would have stayed like that, if it wasn't for my mom's passing.

No one invited him, he just showed up. In my time of need that chair was filled with my dad's presence and at long last I had a time to get eveything off my chest. With a cup full of liquid courage in my hand, I stumbled over to my dad. Except to my surprise, he was ready with a full on apology, checking off every box. For the first time he was the dad I always wanted: we connected, we laughed, we cried, we got way too drunk~

I was only able to see the *redemption arc* in my father, no matter how you felt it was clear, my dad was going to be back in my life again. Despite the way you strongly felt about my dad, I was going to do what I wanted, as what the "drunk me" said, this was my house now. And because the house was officially mine, I did the unthinkable offering my dad a chance to move back home~ back in his old master bedroom where he belonged. Of course he promised once he got back on his feet again he'd be out of our hair. I don't know if the summer heat got to me, or if I truly believed he was a changed man.