I hooked up with my ex, Jake (not his real name), in about March of this year, right after my 18th birthday. He was in my class, and I'd vaguely known him for a few years, and though we'd never really talked, I found him quite attractive. As I got to know him after our hook-up, it slowly became clear that he was a bit of a prick, but I figured that there wasn't long left of the year and I could put up with him (not least because I could go round to his and he definitely knew what he was doing in the bedroom).

His dad, however, was an absolute sweetheart, and we would often chat for ages when I was round. Like his son, he was tall and dark-haired (although starting to grey in places), and he would always ask me about my exams and university and seemed to take a very genuine interest. I think he always knew that his son and I had a pretty surface-level relationship, but to his credit, he just let us get on with it, and never tried to interrupt us.

One day, however, we got back to Jake's place before his dad was home from work, and we'd been really getting into it. We hadn't had sex for at least a week, and Jake was really teasing me, taking things slowly, so I was extremely horny. As we were about to get to the main event, the front door opened, and his dad came in to the house, shouting that he was there to pick him up for some chess tournament. Luckily we were upstairs in Jake's bedroom, but he completely panicked as he realised he had to go to this tournament. I asked him to skip but he told me that it was very important, so I just watched, horny as hell, as he rushed to get his clothes on and get downstairs. As he got to the front door, his dad clearly gave him a look, because I heard him say that I was here. After a beat, his dad called up to me:

"Hi Alice! You're welcome to stay if you want some food, I'll be back in 20 minutes!"

I didn't really feel like getting up and leaving in the state I was in, so I gratefully accepted his offer.

By the time Jake's dad was back, I had managed to get myself in a bit more of a presentable state, fixing my make-up, sorting out my hair, and putting on my flowing skirt and cream crop-top (with no bra). I had thought about finishing myself off before he got back, but I figured I didn't really have time, so as we chatted while he cooked, I was still incredibly wet.

We sat down to eat, and somehow we ended up on the subject of relationships. He told me that I was a beautiful young woman, and that Jake was very lucky to have me. I guess he initially wasn't really aware that we were kinda casual, but as I talked about our uni plans, I reckon he got the idea. I asked him about his relationship in return, and he revealed that things hadn't been going well in his relationship with Jake's mum (who I'd barely met, so I guess that wasn't much of a surprise). He mentioned that they used to be just like Jake and I - by which I assume he meant all over each other - and he basically hinted that he hadn't had sex for months.

Being as horny as I was, I could totally empathise with his predicament. So feeling a little naughty, I asked him when the last time he'd seen a naked woman other than his wife. And when he said it had been over 20 years, I felt like I had to give him a little show, for both of our sakes.

As we finished eating, he asked if I'd like to stay and have a drink while we waited for Jake to get back. Practically trembling with excitement, I obliged, and went and sat in their living room. He came in with two glasses of wine, and as we sat next to each other on the sofa and chatted, I asked him explicitly about him and his wife. He told me they were getting almost certainly going to get divorced, and in my slightly tipsy, very horny state, I decided to reply,

"Well then she wouldn't mind me doing this to cheer you up..."

I know, cringe.

Anyway, I stood up in front of him, and began slowly stripping - first pulling up my crop top and jiggling my itty bitty titties, and then taking it off completely as I rubbed my nipples for him. I could tell by the way his eyes bulged and his jaw hung open that we was enjoying the show. I then pulled up my skirt, bending over to reveal my tight little pussy for him, before undoing the band and letting it fall to the floor in front of me. I turned around to face him, leaning over, stark naked, to kiss him passionately on the lips, and rubbing his hard cock through his trousers...

...and then the doorbell rang, as Jake arrived back home from the tournament. He kept kissing me deeply, before reluctantly pulling away, and giving me a look that said "I have to answer this". I quickly pulled my clothes on (for the second time that evening), but overhearing Jake talk to his dad as he answered the door, I decided I couldn't bear to look him in the eye straight away.

I snuck away out of their back garden, calling an Uber from the road behind their house. I guess Jake's dad must have covered for me, because he never mentioned the fact that I had disappeared on him, and he and I broke up before I had a chance to see his dad again.

However, I did have one of the biggest solo orgasms of my life that night, rubbing my pussy in bed imagining Jake's hot dad pounding my brains out his sofa (a fantasy I've returned to many times since). I do have his number, but I've never quite worked up the courage to send him a message...