Hi friends, my name is Tanya, and I’m a 20-year-old girl from Delhi. I come from a well-off, affluent family where every comfort is at my fingertips. My household consists of me, my dad, and my mom. Mom is a professor at a college, aged around 42, but she still looks youthful and stunning. Dad is about 45, works in the stock market, and mostly stays at home, managing everything through his phone and laptop. He’s fit, with a few streaks of gray in his hair, but his personality is magnetic. His stern yet charming face and disarming smile make people gravitate toward him effortlessly.
I’m a college student, and my life is full of fun and excitement. I have many friends, but my closest confidante is Komal. She’s my classmate, also 20 years old, and drop-dead gorgeous. Her fair skin, slim waist, and perfectly toned figure make her look like a model. Her pink lips, big expressive eyes, and infectious laugh can draw anyone in. Komal comes from a middle-class family, so she keeps things simple, but she’s obsessed with luxury—branded clothes, makeup, jewelry, you name it. Since we both have similar figures—34-26-34—she often borrows my clothes, perfumes, and accessories. I never mind because, to me, she’s not just a friend but a sister.
Komal is so comfortable at my place that it’s like her second home. She visits so often that Mom and Dad treat her like their own daughter. Whenever she’s over, Dad teases her playfully, and Mom feeds her homemade meals. Komal blends in effortlessly with everyone. Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine there could be anything more between her and Dad. But this story is about the night when a shocking truth unfolded before my eyes, shaking me to my core.
This happened two weeks ago. Mom had gone to attend a relative’s wedding and was due to return after two or three days. It was just me and Dad at home. I was feeling bored alone, so I called Komal. “Hey, Mom’s not home. Why don’t you stay over? We’ll have a blast—watch movies, eat out, the works!” Komal loved the idea. She’d stayed over plenty of times before, so she informed her family and came to my place.
That day, we took a half-day off from college. We went to watch a movie, then hit the mall, shopped, and had a great time. Komal tried on some of my new outfits, and we took selfies, posting them on Instagram. In the evening, we dined at a fancy restaurant. By the time we got home, we were exhausted. I gave Komal one of my new silk night suits, and I wore a matching one. We laughed and chatted until we crashed on my bed, falling asleep quickly.
Around 1 a.m., I woke up needing to use the bathroom. I glanced at the bed and noticed Komal wasn’t there. I figured she might be in the bathroom since the light was on. I waited for her to come out so I could go, but 15 minutes passed, and she didn’t return. I started to wonder if she’d fallen asleep in there. I got up and checked the bathroom. The door was open, and it was empty. I used the bathroom and then started looking for her.
I went to the kitchen, thinking she might be getting water, but she wasn’t there. A slight panic crept in. Had she left the house? I checked the living room, the guest room, and other areas, but Komal was nowhere to be found. My mind raced with possibilities. I decided I should tell Dad; maybe he knew where she was. As I approached his bedroom, I heard faint moans and sighs coming from inside. The sounds were unmistakable, and my heart started pounding. I was about to knock but froze.
My mind zeroed in on one possibility: there were only three people in the house—me, Dad, and Komal. If Komal wasn’t in my room, and these were a girl’s moans, then… My chest tightened. I tried peeking through the keyhole, but I couldn’t see anything. The window by the door had curtains drawn. Then I remembered there was another window on the outside, facing the garden. I slipped out quietly. The night was still, with only the sound of crickets. I reached the window, which was half-open, with a corner of the curtain missing. Holding my breath, I looked inside, and what I saw made my world spin.
My dad was fucking my best friend Komal. They were both completely naked. The dim light of the room made Komal’s fair skin glow. Dad had her bent over on the bed, her ass raised high in a doggy-style position. Her slender waist and round, soft ass were on full display. Dad was on his knees behind her, gripping her hips tightly with both hands, thrusting his cock deep into her pussy with forceful strokes. Each thrust made Komal’s body rock back and forth, and the wet, slapping sound of her pussy echoed in the room. Her moans filled the air, loud and unrestrained. She was crying out, “Ohh… fuck… harder… fuck me… yes… like that!”
I was stunned. My best friend, whom I considered a sister, was taking my dad’s cock with such shameless abandon, like she was his lover. Dad’s cock looked about 7 inches long and thick, sliding in and out of Komal’s dripping pussy. Her pussy was so wet that it glistened, and her juices were dripping onto the bed. Dad’s face was flushed, and he was spanking Komal’s ass hard. Each slap left her ass redder, and she moaned louder, “Yes… spank me… harder… fuck my pussy!”
I stood there like a statue, unable to process what I was seeing. Questions flooded my mind. Why was Komal doing this? Did she know Dad before? And Dad… how could he betray Mom like this? My dad, whom I always looked up to, was fucking my friend like a wild animal.
Suddenly, Dad pulled his cock out of her pussy. He slapped her ass so hard that the sound reached me outside. Komal quickly turned around and took his cock in her mouth. She sucked it like it was a lollipop, her tongue swirling around the tip, taking it deep into her throat. Dad grabbed her hair and started fucking her mouth, his hips moving back and forth. Komal’s throat was stuffed, but she didn’t stop. She sucked his cock with such enthusiasm, her eyes gleaming with lust, like she was savoring every moment.
After a while, Dad got off the bed. He pulled Komal up and made her stand. He lifted one of her legs onto the bed and shoved his cock back into her pussy, fucking her standing up. He was pounding her so hard that her whole body shook. Her tits bounced wildly, and her pussy juices dripped down her thighs. Komal was screaming, “Ohh… fuck… yes… harder… tear my pussy apart!” Dad held her waist tightly, his thrusts relentless. Her eyes were half-closed, and a satisfied smile played on her lips.
I was trembling, my legs weak. I couldn’t tear my eyes away. It felt like I was watching a porn movie, but this was real—my dad and my best friend. Dad’s body was glistening with sweat, and Komal’s fair skin was flushed red. About five minutes later, Dad was about to cum. Komal quickly knelt down. Dad shot his load all over her face and mouth. Like a porn star, Komal licked it all up, swallowing every drop. She was panting, but her face glowed with satisfaction.
They collapsed onto the bed. Dad pulled Komal into his arms and started kissing her. Komal nestled against his chest, her body pressed against his. They caressed each other, Dad squeezing her tits, Komal stroking his cock again. After a bit, Komal went to the bathroom. When she returned, Dad handed her a piece of paper. I later found out it was a check for 10,000 rupees. Komal took it and gave Dad a deep, lingering kiss.
I was so shocked that I couldn’t move. But I was terrified they’d see me. I hurried back to my room and lay on the bed, pretending to sleep. My heart was racing. A few minutes later, Komal came back. She shook me and called, “Tanya, wake up!” But I didn’t move. I didn’t want her to know I’d seen everything. She lay down next to me and fell asleep.
I couldn’t sleep all night. My mind was a mess. My best friend, whom I treated like a sister, came to my house and fucked my dad. And my dad, whom I respected so much, fucked my friend. I couldn’t stop picturing Komal’s face—her moans, her shamelessness, and that check. Was she doing this for money? Or did she actually enjoy it? And Dad… why would he do this to Mom? Did he know Komal before? Had this happened before?
The next morning, Komal woke up early. She acted completely normal, saying, “Tanya, we had so much fun yesterday! I’m heading home. Let’s catch up later!” She left with a smile. But everything had changed for me. I decided to distance myself from Komal. I don’t talk to Dad the way I used to. I haven’t told anyone about this. The secret is buried deep in my heart. I don’t know how I’ll face Mom or if I’ll ever tell her.