The next day was a typical Saturday, as if nothing had happened the previous night. Was it me wrestling with the fact I had seen my father's wife finger-fucked on a dancefloor by another woman? It seemed I was. Dad told me they would stay overnight tonight and see me tomorrow morning for brunch. We watched sports in the afternoon. They left in their long coats to their ankles and a small overnight bag.
I went out to college to a party of sorts. I had a few beers and failed to get even a peck on the cheek from a girl. I realised I would be stuck in the apartment all next week with Dad away, so I played X-Box until very late. Brunch the following day was just like any other Sunday, and I went with Dad to the airport to drop him off and keep the car. He was in a bit of a state, worried about Sophie.
I noticed they were having a bit of a row over brunch. I walked back to let them work it out. Dad didn't say why they argued, but he asked me to be more flexible this week. He explained that Sophie wasn't sure I could keep her happy this week. Could I try harder and do what she asked, even if it sounded odd? He was worried about her and another guy, so if there was anything I could do to help the situation.
I didn't say anything, so he flustered around, not saying anything specific. He kept asking if I could go with it if Sophie asked me to do something. Even something I might think was not appropriate. He understood I had a good sense of right and wrong. So, I should be able to work it out. He finished by saying if I was in doubt, please do it. I should say no only if I felt it was over the limit. It should be obvious what to avoid.
When I got back, Sophie had prepared a late lunch, and we had a lovely evening, having a little workout and then watching TV. Dad would not call tonight as he was in transit, but would be ringing between six and seven due to the time difference the rest of the week. While we were relaxing, Sophie wanted to explain her behaviour and tell me her life story. Some I already knew, like her parents dying in a car crash in her first year of college.
Sophie explained that whilst this left her financially set up for life, it did create a bit of a hole emotionally. I also knew she had bought a small house in the city where she was at the same college I attended. She took in a couple of female lodgers, who paid all the bills and left a little money over. I didn't know that Chloe, Nina, and Rachel, whom I had met, roomed with her at different times in her life.
Sophie filled her parents' void with sex; an orgasm gave her temporary release, and she spent the next five years getting as many as possible. Boyfriends, multiple ones at the same time, and sharing her bed with her housemates and an extensive collection of sex toys. She remarked that she had probably had sex with everyone we spoke to at Georgios the other night, individually and together in a lot of cases.
Then she met my father, and he was able to provide her with both incredible sex and a loving relationship. It made her life complete. However, she could not cope with the times he was away. One night was fine, but her anxiety multiplied the number of nights beyond one. The thought of five nights was overpowering, so she tended to get drunk and do something stupid. The thought of sharing them with me was making it more accessible.
After her shower, Sophie sat down to watch TV in a nightie. One of her shorter, semi-transparent ones. She told me that I had seen her body now, and she wanted to be comfortable. She also said to me that if she felt horny, she would touch herself in front of me. It made it more erotic, she said. She also said she was going to avoid touching me, but if I wanted to touch her, go right ahead. She would understand why, though, if I did not.
She had found another series, French and a bit of a detective story. They were investigating some gangsters, and the narrative was interspersed with a lot of sex scenes. It's about the same number and intensity as the Mexican series we watched a month ago. I thought about what Dad had said. I had already watched Sophie masturbating and wanked myself off to a CCTV file of her doing so. Objecting to her doing it in front of me seemed stupid.
At six o'clock on Monday evening, Sophie came in from work as usual, pecked me on the cheek, showered, and changed for Dad's call. I had a session at the college gym in the afternoon, so I had already changed into a T-shirt and baggy shorts. Sophie had one of her tiny nighties and no dressing gown, and we sat on the sofa. I was expecting a call, but Dad FaceTimed us. I am not sure why when he could see on the CCTV.
As Sophie took the call, I could imagine Dad's frown as he saw his wife half naked on the same sofa as his son. Nothing was said as Sophie and I took turns to tell my father about our day, and he told us both his meetings, plus a new idea on remote CCTV saving and look-up from your phone on the Home App. This part lasted about twenty minutes, including a lecture. Looking after Sophie didn't mean I could skip coursework.
At that point, Sophie took the phone and walked into her bedroom. As she walked away, she had one hand behind her back and made follow-me movements with her hands. I let her go inside and waited on the sofa, but then heard Sophie tell Dad that she had forgotten to close the door. The call was still on loudspeaker, propped up on something. So Sophie could play with herself and Dad could see it. She said that all out loud.