Breakfast

The next day, as I sat across from my dad at the breakfast table, a sense of curiosity and acceptance filled the air. Thoughts of the previous night's encounter with my parents swirled in my mind, and I couldn't help but feel a mixture of emotions. Sensing my contemplation, my dad broke the silence.

"Son, are you alright?" he asked, his voice filled with concern and a hint of anticipation. He knew that our family dynamic had taken an unexpected turn, and he wanted to ensure my well-being.

I took a moment to gather my thoughts, meeting my father's gaze. "On reflection... I have to admit, I liked being used like that," I confessed, my voice tinged with vulnerability and desire.

My dad's eyes widened slightly, a flicker of excitement dancing in his gaze. He carefully chose his words, his voice filled with a mix of caution and longing. "Now that you know what it's like to have sex in that body... I have a favor to ask," he began, his words hanging in the air.

Curiosity piqued, I leaned forward, eager to hear what he had in mind. "What is it?" I asked, anticipation lacing my voice.

A mischievous smile played on my dad's lips as he leaned closer, his voice dropping to a low, intimate tone. "Well, currently, you are my wife... and I'd like to fuck my wife," he whispered, his words sending a shiver down my spine.