My ex was getting fucked by her stepdad

Man, this story is fucked up but it gets me so fucking hot every time I remember it. It’s about my ex, Sarah. A fine-ass woman, with an ass you can’t even imagine and tits that were just perfect to grab while you fucked her. We broke up about six months ago because she said I was too intense, that I only thought about sex. The irony, right?

So, the point is, last week I was at her house helping her mom with the backyard garden. The lady is good people, pays me well. Sarah wasn’t home, she’d gone out with her friends, or so she said. Her mom asked me to go inside and get her a glass of water, said it was demon-level hot in Texas. I walked in and I saw Sarah’s phone on the kitchen table; she’d forgotten it.

I don’t know what came over me, a mix of curiosity and that morbid urge that sometimes wins. I grabbed it and, like a dumbass, tried the password she always used: her dog’s birthday. And bam, it unlocked. My heart was racing a mile a minute. I started snooping in her photos, and at first it was all normal, selfies, pics with her friends, until I got to a folder that was hidden, with a little lock on it.

My instinct told me there was something in there. I hit “forgot password” and the security questions popped up. “What was your first pet’s name?” Fuck, man, I was the one who gave it to her. I typed “Rocky” and the folder opened, bro.

And there it was. The shit that left me with the hardest dick and at the same time with a rage I never knew I had. They were videos, photos… and it wasn’t with some guy from school. It was with her fucking stepdad, the guy who raised her since she was 10, the same one I used to say hi to when I picked her up. The dude, like 45 years old, with a gut but with a five o’clock shadow like he thought he was fucking George Clooney.

The first video was short, but enough. She was on her knees in what I recognized as the guest room of her house. You could see her face, those lips that used to drive me crazy, wrapped around the old man’s dick. And it wasn’t a small dick, I swear to you, she had to take the whole thing and you could see it bulging in her neck. He was grabbing her hair and you could hear his voice, deep, saying, “Yeah, just like that, baby girl. Take it all.”

I couldn’t believe it. I went to the next one. This one was longer. Sarah was on the bed, legs spread wide, and the guy was fucking her doggystyle. The sound of his hips slamming against her ass was brutal, and she was screaming like she never did with me. “Daddy, yes, give it all to me! It’s so deep!” She was saying that shit, “Daddy.” My blood was boiling, but my dick was throbbing in my work pants, hard as a fucking rock.

The picture that fucked with my head the most was one where she was coming, eyes rolling back in her head, and his hand was around her throat, begging him to come inside her. “I want to feel you come inside me, Dad.” That word, “Dad,” in English, in that context… fuck, man.

The most fucked up part is that in one of the videos, while he was fucking her against her bedroom window, she looked directly at the camera and smiled, like she knew someone was going to see it. Like the idea of being discovered turned her on. And there I was, in her kitchen, with the phone sweaty in my hand, panting, with a boner that hurt and the knowledge that someone could walk in at any moment.

I had to get the fuck out of there. I told her mom I wasn’t feeling well and I left. That night, I couldn’t sleep. I jerked off over and over, seeing those videos in my head, hearing her moans, imagining it was me fucking her instead of that old man. That fucking slut had lied to me, had told me I was the addict, but she had the heaviest fucking habit, the most fucking forbidden one, and it had her so hooked it even made me fucking jealous. And at the same time, I can’t deny it, that shit turns me on like nothing else in this world.