I Fucked My Dad’s Best Friend: Reliving His Glory Days

By Veronica Fletcher

A young woman finds herself face-to-face with an older man.  A man from the past.  Her father's best friend.  She finds him arrogant and obnoxious, almost repulsive, yet she is drawn to him.  She does not understand the reasons why, as he takes her on a nostalgic trip, where she is left satisfied, but also desperately wanting.  

• Language: English
• Publisher: Naughty House Publishing
• Release date: Jan 18, 2024
• ISBN: 9798224152537

Veronica Fletcher

Hello fellow pervs! I have been writing dirty stories for a long time, so I decided to try my hand at self-publishing.  In my personal life, I am mid-40's, with a family, and a busy career.  I have a full vanilla life outside my writing, so this is just a little hobby of mine.  What I enjoy about writing is I am able to explore my fantasies and kinks and take them to new places.  I really love to spin a dirty tale, just to see where it goes.  The possibilities are endless.    Anyway, having a blast doing this stuff, so I hope you enjoy my work, and if not, hey, it's only smut!  Stay naughty, my friends! 

Book preview

Along For the Ride

One of those things I never thought in a million years would happen, but it did. 

A little about me, I was just a typical suburban girl.  A recent high school graduate, I went to prom with my boyfriend, and I was off to college in the fall. 

Mom and Dad were divorced but the last few years were not nearly as bad as I thought they would be.  No child likes to see their parents divorce, but I coped with it. 

My dad’s best friend from high school came home to visit that summer.  Just a few weeks after I graduated from high school.

His name was Walter.

I had heard about Walter for years but had never met him before. My Dad used to tell me about all the crazy things they used to do as teenagers, way back in the '70s. 

I used to look at the faded pictures that my dad kept around.  Little scrapbooks and shoeboxes filled with memories of his glory days. 

All the poofy feathered hair, mustaches, and muscle cars. 

Ugh, I cringed. 

Everyone looked so fucking old in those pictures.  Even if they were just about the same age that I was. 

And their clothes were hilarious, fucking striped pants, bellbottom jeans, butterfly collars, buttoned down with hairy chests and gold chains. 

Barf.

So when I met Walter, he was much different than what I had imagined.  Just a middle-aged old guy like my Dad.  A typical man, responsible, nice, and well-behaved.  Married with children.

He was a big guy, not fat, just tall and powerful.  My dad said he could drive a ball out on the golf course like a pro.  He had the most sincere eyes and peppered hair. 

I remember meeting him when he got to our house.  He was a nice guy, very pleasant.  He seemed to ooze confidence, but I didn't pay him much attention. 

He had a surprise for my dad.

Hey so let me show you my new ride.

New ride?  Are you talking about that truck you bought?

My father questioned him.

No, not my truck, my new, new ride... Come check it out.  You are not going to believe this.

I followed them out into the driveway.  Tagging along.  I was intrigued to see what all the fuss was about. 

My father about shit his pants when he saw it.  The shiny restored muscle car in our driveway.  Walter’s new toy.  A silver classic sports car.  Some model from the '70s. 

Holy fucking shit!  This car is legendary.

Walter chuckled.

I know man.

With a big silly grin, so proud of his beauty of a car.