Ask dad to stay home and talk about his sex life

"Hey Dad?" you ask, just before he can leave you in peace.

"Hmm?" he turns, looking at you.

"Can we talk for a bit?" you ask, cocking your head, "You can tell Mum to go ahead to the store."

"Yeah, of course." he said.

You sat in your room, heart beating rapidly as your Dad talked to your Mum. That wasn't really a test. Despite your Dad looking like he would take on an entire bar fight and win, he was a believer in peace, not war. He always encouraged your brothers and you to strive for physical and intellectual excellence, but allowed you guys to be your own person. If anyone needed help, he'd drop everything in a heartbeat.

"What's up?" your Dad asked, interrupting your thoughts.

While you loved the kindness of your Dad, you also thought he was one of the sexiest beings on Earth. He towered over those around him, standing well over 6'0", built like a tank from years of going to the gym and playing sports. His body was generously coated in dark hair, you desired to feel it pressed against yours. He kept his beard trimmed short, at your mother's wishes. His cock was a hose, hanging longer flaccid than most do hard. His arse was a shelf, from years of squats. You found your Dad sexy and your new supposed 'power' might let you explore him.

"It's a bit embarrassing." you say, looking away.

"Come on, bud." he said, sitting next to you, "You can ask me anything."

"Well," you said, finally looking at those beautiful, concerned eyes, "I was wondering, tell me what you and Mum's sex life is like?"

Your Dad's eyes widened, mouth falling open. He was trying to talk but didn't know what to say. Your mind was racing; how could you cover this up? Laugh? Say it was a dare? Finally, he spoke.

"We have sex about five times a week." he finally said, "It's changed over the years, with how much we've had to run after you and your brothers. If you four were to move out tomorrow, we'd probably be closer to ten times a week, but we don't mind. We love you boys and each other, and we don't mind not fucking as much. Being in our forties, we're not as adventurous as we used to be. We were never incredibly kinky either. Your Mum enjoys being handcuffed to the bed and we both enjoy doing it in public spaces. Nowadays, we normally have pretty standard sex. We love each other and we know what each other likes."

You both sat stunned for a moment, staring at each other. Finally, your Dad coughed awkwardly.

"Now," he said, scratching his head, "why did you ask me that?"