Mary's father comes home after a long day

It had been a long day for Patrick. They had spent major bucks in their risk management department. It was amazing how hard they had to compete with the other banks for quants. Physicists, engineers, mathematicians, rocket scientists, it didn't matter so much what they studied as long as they were in the top .03% of mathematical reasoning. All that brainpower (and all that money), and apparently none of them even considered the Fed raising interest rates for sustained period? That didn't factor into their calculations at all?

There was light at the end of the tunnel. As long no one sneezed at the wrong moment, they'd get through this rough patch and no one would know how close they got to bankruptcy. At times like this, Patrick remembered his grandfather. Apparently, back in the day, his grandfather went golfing three times in the work week, and would fit in another 27 holes over the weekend. The industry wasn't like that anymore.

He needed to see his pillow. Part of him was begging for a drink, but he needed to stay sharp for tomorrow. He walked straight from the garage to their kitchen island. Part of him wished that his wife had dinner waiting, but that wasn't his life. She was a neurologist; even on days like today when she was off-duty, she didn't often cook. He was getting a glass of ice water and considering what, if anything, he would microwave for dinner, when he heard it. Thuds above him. His daughter and her boyfriend were supposed to be home, visiting on their break from school. He wanted to dismiss it. Let them come to him, but the thuds were persistent and had an odd rhythm. It wasn't her clod of a boyfriend walking around. He sipped his water, set it down on the kitchen island, and started upstairs.

His wife's favorite jacket was on the landing. When they first got married, he had to keep reminding her to hang things up. As he got closer to their room, he found more items of clothing. Shoes. A blouse, her jeans. Wet sounds and moans were coming from is bedroom. He wanted to throw up. He didn't want to open the door, but he knew he had to. This was the end of his marriage.

He opened the door, ready to kick the ass of whomever his wife was cheating on him with. He wasn't prepared for what he saw.

His wife, his beautiful wife of 26 years, was standing with a young man behind her, bent over at the waist, with the cock of another young man in her mouth. Her hair was much longer, more lustrous that it was this morning. She hadn't worn her hair like that in 10 years. Both young men were incredibly fit, and their schlongss were - well there really were no other words- so fucking big. His daughter was on his bed, completely naked. It looked like she had gotten implants. A young Asian woman was sucking on her nipples and had a few fingers up Mary's pussy. The strange woman molesting his daughter kept stealing glances at Patrick's wife, looking envious.

"Daddy!" His daughter giggled drunkenly as she noticed him walk in. "Guess what? I'm getting married so we're celebrating!"

He had cracked, that had to be it. He definitely was going to throw up or faint or something. He could feel himself getting light-headed, and his muscles started to slack.

"Daddy, be happy for me!" his daughter pouted.

Suddenly, the strangeness of the situation melted away. He even felt his own dick starting to stir.