My ex probably thought he was never going to see me ever again. Lowkey, I thought the same until I started dating his dad about a year after our breakup. At first I was just trying to get back at him for being such a lousy partner. Something exciting I could brag to my girl friends about. Thing is, the more his dad and I talked, and fucked and generally got to know each other, the more we actually fell for each other. We decided to start dating officially and so far it's been nothing short of amazing. At least for us.

There we were, sitting at the diner table like a regular, loving family. It took me hours to prepare our food but my ex looked like he had a bad day and wouldn't eat a bite. He was even more annoyed at us than usual. When his dad confronted him about his shitty attitude, he got all defensive and blamed us for basically anything bad that happened in his life. He was red in the face, yelling and complaining.

I sat quietly watching him make a fool of himself. His dad was not happy, though. He had enough of his son and decided to shut him up once and for all.

Sitting me down on his lap, he said, "you have a problem with our relationship? Just watch. I'll give you a real reason to complain."

We made out in front of his son. It was sloppy and passionate, and it made my ex even angrier. He screamed at us to stop, but he wouldn't leave.

I took off my top, the first time he was seeing my tits since we broke up. His dad sucked on my nipples and the yelling got a little quieter. We ignored him, letting him say whatever he wanted.

Eventually he did storm out of the room, but not before we were completely naked and I had his dad's cock in my mouth. Once we were alone we had hard, loud sex in the kitchen. The idea of him jerking himself off in his bedroom listening to us fuck made everything so much better.

For round two, we moved to the master bedroom which was next door to him. "You're missing the show!" His dad yelled at him from the other side of the wall while giving it to me from behind. And wouldn't you know it? The little fucked actually peaked his head inside to get a good look at us.

It was sweaty and his dad didn't hold back on the dirty talk just because his son was watching. I remembered how he used to fuck me when we were together, always very soft and sweet. Seeing me treated like a sex doll must have been really eye-opening for him. he could never compare to his dad, and he knew it.

Ever since, he's a little more chill around us. He still makes annoyed faces at the diner table, but keeps his thoughts to himself at least. Honestly, if I knew that was all it took, I would have cucked him months ago. At least we now know how to punish him when he starts acting up again.