English is not my native language. Therefore, even though I’ve gone over it numerous times, you’ll probably encounter some odd grammar and spelling errors. If spelling and grammar is more essential to you than the story itself, this is not for you.

This story is an entry for the Nude Day contest 2026.

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Redecorating

“I’m going to redecorate the whole house, top to bottom,” Dad said with a determent look in his eyes. “The whole house? By yourself?” I asked puzzled. “You have an awfully big house Dad.”

“Yeah, I know, but it will keep my mind of… certain things,” He answered with a wry smile.

No doubt these ‘certain things’ were the divorce issues with my mom. After 31 years of marriage, Dad decided to kick her out, because she was cheating on him with her tennis coach. I know, very much a cliché. But then again, mom was always full of clichés. Dad had caught her literally ‘lips on’ when he got back from work early and she was giving him a blowjob in their marital bed.

Dad had adored mom in their 34 years of marriage, therefore he was hit hard by her infidelity. The nasty divorce didn’t make it better for him when, in her anger about being kicked out, mom admitted being unfaithful to Dad for almost their entire marriage.

I thought Dad would get a heart attack right there when mom spat it all out to him in my presence. Almost all that Dad had lived for, suddenly went up in smoke to the point that he also began to doubt if I was really his child.

I don’t think it would have mattered much for our relationship, as Dad would never abandon me, weather I was his biological daughter or not. But when I heard mom raging about all of her affairs, I got my doubts as well and Dad and I took a paternity test and to the immense relief of us both, I was his.

Like I said, the divorce was messy and when it was finally settled last month, it had took about eight months of mud throwing procedures from mom.

But thank god, or that good lawyer, Dad got to keep the house. It was his house since he had built it from the ground up before he and mom met and had steadily enlarged and enhanced it over the years, putting his heart and soul in it.

Mom didn’t get much. She kept her flashy car, alimony, which Dad paid off in a lump sum, her tennis coach and the everlasting resentment of me and my father.

I smiled empathically at Dad. “I understand Dad. What do you have in mind with the house?”

“I’ll get rid of all the stuff that reminds me of your mother and then I’ll repaint the whole house. Inside and outside, including the sheds in the garden” he answered looking grim. “And I hope that her scent will be gone by then.”

“Well, that will keep you busy for a while.” I laughed and looked around the large garden we were sitting in.

“I hope so Bunny.” He replied with a rueful smile.

I smiled, because I almost always have to smile when Dad affectionally calls me like that. He had always called me Bunny. Since the day I was born till, well… till now. 31 years later.

It broke my heart seeing Dad looking so sad and I took his hand and squeezed it gently. “Would you mind if I help you getting rid of her scent?”

Dad’s eyes lit up. “Would you Bunny?” He asked, seeming pleasantly surprised.

“Yes Dad, I would love to help you with it,” I smiled. “I can’t help you every day, but certainly in the weekends I can be of help,”

“That would be great Bunny. But you’re living 300 miles from here. Will Brad and the kids be okay with it?” He asked doubtful.

“Well, sometimes you have to set some priorities,” I smiled. “They’ll have plenty enough weekends with me left. And besides, I probably won’t come every weekend.”

Dad got all emotional. “I will appreciate it immensely Kate,” he said with teary eyes.

“Great, I’ll call Brad and tell him I’ll be staying here for a couple more days and we’ll make a start cleaning this place up.”

My husband Brad, although complaining and looking sad, didn’t act as unhappy as I – silently – hoped he would when I called him and said that I won’t be home for the next few days. Brad told me would bring the kids over to his parents, because he had work to do. Ali and Lynn sure wouldn’t complain about it, because, besides getting spoiled to death by their grandparents, an overdose of pizza, pancakes and junk food was waiting for them.

Dad and I made good progress. We set aside all the things he really wanted to keep, along with some other items he wasn’t quite sure of and the things mom had bought and didn’t take with her went to the trash. Dad had already called a charity organization to pick up the furniture who showed up at the end of the day.

Much to my surprise he had donated all of the furniture to charity`~, including the beds, even his own and the one from the guest room where I was sleeping.

“Dad? Where are you going to sleep?” I asked him as we stood in an empty house.

“I’ve brought a sofa bed from IKEA, along with a couple of chairs and a coffee table.”

“I see, and where am I about to sleep?”

Dad’s face reddened from embarrassment. “Oh shit, I’m sorry Bunny. But I hadn’t even thought about you sleeping here too,” he confessed.

His embarrassment made me laugh. “Well, isn’t that something. Forgetting about your only daughter. Shame on you.” I teased him.

Glad I wasn’t that upset he grinned, “Old age, and you’ve been gone way to long dear. But, if you don’t mind lying next to your old man, you can join me on the sofa bed. Otherwise we’ll take a run to the IKEA and get you a mattrass that we can put in the guestroom.”

I pondered over that suggestion for a few moments.

“It’s a little late to drive to Austin and get a mattress now.” I pondered. “So I guess for tonight I’ll sleep next to you.”

Dad smiled. “Ok, w anna help me putting the sofa bed together then?”

It was about 9:30pm when we were finished putting together the sofa bed and the chairs, and we both were feeling pretty tired. Luckily Dad hadn’t thrown away the bedding, so we could make up the sofa bed.

When it came to undressing, Dad and I were looking at each other, each feeling a bit awkward.

As I started to take off my shoes I took a deep breath and looked at him. “Dad, listen. If we keep looking at each other, we sure won’t get to sleep. You’ve been married, so you’ve seen women in their underwear before.”

Dad relaxed and chuckled “You’ve got that right Bunny,” and started to undress himself.

As he pulled off his shirt and stood before me, in his jeans and with his upper body exposed, I whistled subconsciously. “Dad. You’ve got a six pack!”

Dad had a grin from ear to ear. “Oh, you notice! That’s so cool. I’ve been working out, and I’m glad it shows,” he beamed.

“It sure shows Dad. I’m looking at a young man’s body,” I complimented him.

“Well thank you.” Dad smiled. “I’m happy to hear my hard mid-life workout routine pays off.” And he pulled of his jeans.

As he stood before me, I couldn’t help but notice the large bulge in his white boxers.

Of course I’d noticed bulges in Dad’s pants before, but freed by the tightness of his jeans, the bulge in his white boxers was very prominent. Brad also has white boxers and he sure isn’t small with his 6 inch penis, but I’ve never seen him with a bulge like Dad’s.

‘Dad must carry quite a package there,’ spoke a little voice to me, as I undressed myself further till my underwear.

Ever so tidy and precise, Dad was folding his clothes neatly on the chair with his back to me. ‘And he has a nice butt as well.”

“Dad?”

“Yes dear?” he replied and turned to me. I could see his eyes widen as his eyes roamed over me and I felt myself blushing.

For the record, Like I said, I’m 31 years and, if I say so myself, reasonably good looking and just like Dad, I’ve been working out. So I have a flat stomach, a firm butt and strong legs combined with long blonde hair and firm B cup breasts.

And while I know it’s my father, but when you notice a man’s eyes widen when he looks at you, it’s flattering no matter what.

“Don’t get me wrong Dad, but I’ve bought a new bra, but in the wrong size. And now this thing is killing me. Do you mind if I take it off?”

Dad got a surprised look on his face and I could see his eyes lit up, but he recovered immediately.

“No of course not Bunny, I don’t want you to be uncomfortable,” He smiled ensuring.

“Thanks Dad,” I replied and turned around as I unhooked my bra. “Oh that’s better…” I sighed as the damn thing was finally off.

Dad looked at the marks on my back and ribs. “Good lord, look at those marks! How many sizes too small is that thing?”

“Way to many I guess,” I chuckled as I turned around and handed him the bra. “My size was sold out, but I liked the bra so much. I thought a slightly smaller size would fit as well.” I explained meekly.

“Yeah, it’s a nice bra,” Dad agreed, not looking at the bra in his hands, but staring at my breasts.

I felt a tingle in my genitals when I noticed that the bulge in Dad’s boxers was getting larger as his eyes roamed over my breasts.

“Dad? I’m up here,” I chuckled

Dad landed back on earth with a hard splash. “Oh god… Kate, I’m so sorry,” he apologized embarrassed.

“Don’t worry Dad,” I laughed “I guess it’s been a while since you’ve seen some boobs.”

“Yeah, not since your mother left,” Dad sighed. “But still, you’re my daughter. It’s so inappropriate of me. I’m so sorry.”

“But we’re also human Dad,” I shushed and gave him a wink. “Besides, it’s also flattering.”

“You mean it’s flattering that I stare at your breasts?”

Grinning and with raised eyebrows, I pointedly looked at the tent in Dad’s boxers “No, but your reaction is.

“Oh fuck!” Dad exclaimed and with a horrid look on his face he ducked onto the sofa bed and pulled the duvet up.

Laughing heartily, I lay down next to Dad and patted him on the thigh. “Don’t worry old man, I was just teasing you.”

Dad’s face cringed “Yeah, I’m sure you were, but still Kate… It’s so inappropriate. I don’t want you to think bad of me. You’re all I have.”

I turned to Dad. “Dad, stop it. I’m not thinking bad of you. You haven’t seen a naked woman for close to a year, so I’m not surprised that you get an erection. Actually, I’m glad you have one.”

“Really? Why’s that?” Dad asked surprised.

“Well, for once it means you’re still healthy ‘down there’ and second, like I said, it’s kinda flattering.”

I think Dad could see me blushing when I spoke the last sentence.

“Yeah, luckily it still work’s ‘down there’, so I’m not dead yet,” Dad chuckled. “And I’m happy you don’t take offence.”

“I won’t Dad, and for the record,” I amended. “I will never ever think bad of you.”

Dad let out an audible sigh of relief.

“I’m so glad to hear that Bunny.”

We lay next to each other in silence. No doubt Dad was thinking about my breasts while I was thinking about his erection. And I admitted to myself that I hadn’t lied to him as it did flatter me and, a bit to my shame, it also made me slightly aroused. I mean, Brad is no slouch, but Dad’s bulge…

Dad pulled me out of my thoughts. “You know Kate, you mentioned that it was close to a year that I haven’t seen a naked woman. But actually it’s over to two years.”

“What?” I asked surprised. “You’re telling me that you haven’t seen mom naked the last year of your marriage?”

Dad nodded.

“The last two years of our marriage we slept apart. You’re mother in the master bedroom and me in the guest room.”

“Good god, I had no idea…” I replied stunned. “Why did you never tell me?”

“Why should I? With Brad, you had enough on your mind already.”

That was true. Brad and I had been going through a rough time. His constant flirting with other women had been bothering me for a long time already, and when I discovered he was texting with someone, our marriage was close to ending.

Thank God Dad’s chest and shoulders are water resistant, because I cried my heart out on it when I told Dad all about Brad’s sleazy texts and dick pics.

Eventually, Brad and I worked it out. But Dad was the one who had to pulled me through that period, supporting me where and when ever he could and his shoulders were always there for me.

“But Dad, you were there for me, you always were. I would have been there for you too.”

“I know you would have Bunny,” he replied with a sad smile, but then his eyes lit up. “But you are here now.”

“Indeed I am. Now spill it. Tell me everything.”

Dad eyes roamed mournful through the empty room for a while and he let out a deep sigh.

“You’re mother and I weren’t as happily married as you thought we’d be. We loved each other, but I don’t think she’s ever loved me as much as I loved her.

We’d probably split up long ago if it weren’t for you. You and your mother never really had a strong bond, but she loves you, in her own particular and strange way that is. And you got to hand it to her, she unconsciously knew that she couldn’t take care of you in the way I would. And she did take her responsibility by staying with me and thus providing you a stable home. I have to give her the credits for that.”

Dad looked at me, probing my reaction, and he smiled when I nodded affirmatively.

“What I didn’t know was that she cheated on me with a string of men. Of course I noticed the lack of sex, but since she wasn’t a wild animal from the beginning, I naively thought that she didn’t had much need for sex. And if we did have sex, she was very passive for most of the time.

Only in the middle of the divorce she told me, or better, she spat it out.” He looked sadly at me. “Well, you know all about that, since you were there at the time.”

“You know, It was only then that I started to connect the dots. Like I said, she was very passive when we had sex. But the few times she wasn’t, she rode me like a rodeo cowboy and judging by how wet she was on those occasions, I thought that she got so very aroused because of me.”

Dad let out a mournful sigh. “And you know, during those few occasions, I was so happy, knowing that I was still able to turn on my wife. But in hindsight, I probably got the sloppy seconds.”

“Sorry for the explicit use of words.” Dad apologized.

I just smiled and shrugged.

“About 3 years ago, I got a hunch that something was off. Your mother was gone a lot and she didn’t tell me how her days were anymore. Our intimacy went even further downhill and she became more… How should I put it? Bitchy. I looked for clues if she was perhaps cheating on me. I even checked her phone when she was in the bathtub, but I couldn’t find any.

At one point, slightly more than 2 years ago, your mother said she couldn’t sleep anymore because I snored too loudly. Therefore she had me sleep in the guest room. I never questioned it as she played a recording, apparently of me snoring, and boy was it loud. It was only in the divorce mess that she told me the truth and that she simply wanted me out of the bedroom.

That was also the last time I saw her naked and also the last time we had sex. I can’t say we made love, because she just lay there like an inflatable sex doll.

You’re probably wondering why we stayed with each other as you’ve moved out long ago. And the truth is, I don’t know Bunny. For your mother I guess it was the stable environment. You know, a roof over your head, a good income etcetera. And for me? Perhaps being together for so long inevitably creates some kind of bond. Or perhaps I was just afraid of being alone and maybe because of that, I just wanted to trust her. I thought a lot about it, but I still don’t know.

That changed though when I caught her with that tennis coach of her. I still see it before me. The image of Joyce with that dick in her mouth. I just can’t get it out of my head. I felt so betrayed then, although I should have fully connected all those dots way earlier.”

Dad looked at me and sighed mournfully. “And then the mud throwing began. And you know Bunny, your mother is very good at that.

From the time I kicked her out, until the end of the divorce procedure, she managed to make me feel inadequate. That I never took care of her, That I never loved her in the way she deserved. That it was my fault that she felt sexually dissatisfied. That it was my fault that she had her pussy plowed by god knows how many men. Apparently, it was all my fault.”

Dad looked at me with tears in his eyes.

“It’s not the cheating that hurts the most. Sure it hurts, but that she tried to lay the blame solely at me and that she humiliated me while she was at it. That really hurts the most, and it still hurts like hell. I’m sure that I made a lot of mistakes during our marriage, but I’m also sure I didn’t deserve that kind of humiliation.”

I put my arm around Dad and pulled his head onto my chest.

“You’re right Dad, you didn’t deserve that,” I soothed as he started to cry uncontrollable.

“Let it go Dad, Let it all out.” I whispered to him and held him tight as his body shook against mine and I started crying with him, wetting his hair.

We held each other and cried together for about 5 minutes before Dad eventually calmed down a bit.

“Gosh, what a crybaby I’ve become,” Dad muttered as he lifted his head from my chest.

“Then we’re both crybaby’s Dad,” I chuckled while still crying.

Dad gratefully looked at me. “Thank you Kate,” he whispered.

“Anytime Dad, anytime,” I replied as I wiped the tears from my eyes.

Dad looked at my chest. “My god, your boobs are soaking wet,” he blurted.

I laughed out loud at his, totally unexpected, reaction. “And so is your hair!” I pointed out.

“Hold on, I’ll get a towel,” Dad said and jumped out of the sofa bed. ‘Damn… Dad sure has a good ass‘ I thought and a sudden warmth engulfed my pussy as I looked at his butt in his tight boxers,.

Dad came back with a towel and immediately started to wipe the wetness from my breasts.

“Feeling naughty Dad? I chuckled.

It was only then that he realized what he was doing and he dropped the towel as it was a hot coal.

“Oh god Kate, What am I doing? I’m so sorry,” he stammered.

“It’s okay Dad,” I laughed. “I’m teasing you again. I know you just wanted to take care of like you always have.”

“But I was touching your breasts…” He mumbled.

“No you weren’t, you were wiping me dry with a towel, you didn’t touch my boobs.”

“Yeah, no… Oh god, I’m so sorry.”

“Dad stop it.” I spoke firmly “You did nothing wrong. Here let me show you.”

I picked up the towel and put it in his hand and placed it on my chest.

“This is wiping,” I said. “This is what you did.”

I tossed the towel aside and placed his hand on my bare breast.

“And this is touching my boob, which you didn’t.”

I laughed at his expression.

“You see and feel the difference?” I asked.

With glassy eyes and his hand still on my breast Dad only nodded.

As I saw the bulge growing in his boxers I spoke softly. “You can let go now Dad.”

“Yeah, sorry Bunny,” he mumbled and let go of my breast.

I looked at Dad’s erection and saw his embarrassment. He wanted to cover it with his hands, but I grabbed them and pulled him closer to me. Leaning over me, I took his head in my hands and kissed him on his forehead. “Don’t be embarrassed Dad. It’s still flattering,” I assured him.

Dad smiled meekly and lay himself next to me. I pulled the duvet over us and kissed him on the cheek.

“Goodnight Dad, Sleep well.”

“You too Bunny, sleep well and see you tomorrow.”

Besides Dad being a bit restless at one time, the sofa bed, although a bit small, was surprisingly comfortable and I slept like a baby.

Being an early riser, it didn’t surprise me that I was awake earlier than Dad and when I looked at him, it became clear to me why he had been restless.

Dad had tossed aside the duvet and was, slightly snoring, laying on his back. With amusement I looked at the white dried stains on his stomach that told me that he had been playing with himself.