I love Saturday mornings, there are always delicious daddies out and about. Whether it’s because their wives have kicked them and the kids out of the house for some quiet time or if these gents are the same as me, it doesn’t matter.
I took the boys down to the wave pool on the weekend and the pool was packed with DILFs.
Chick was strangling me with his iron grip around my neck as he went on a back ride through the rapids. I looked up and saw a strong, tanned torso. I followed the thick muscles on his chest up to his smiling handsome face. We caught eyes and held our smiles as we chased our kids through the water.
I was torn between dragging Beau out of the way of some bigger kids and detangling Chick from my arms and onto my back when he swam past with his daughter and smiled, raising his eyebrow gently at me.
“Daddy! Put me up on the step,” a voice from behind me pleaded.
“Who…what? Oh, okay, sorry Chick…”
Timing is everything. Going out, nabbing a cute guy before someone else hits on him is one thing.  Seeing a daddy in his low-riding long boardies standing out of the water looking at me is another.
However, it is fruitless when the boys are holding their nether regions begging to go to the toilet. We arrived back at the pool and delicious daddy was gone.
Then there is the ‘pick who is the dad’ game. Lately, I’ve noticed some gay couples strolling around with mini people. Some you can tell who the biological dad is, others you can’t. The best thing is it seems to be increasing in number.
There’s an attraction about men who have children. Even I am attracted to them. I’ve had some people who have run a million miles at my telling them about the boys, and many more who have become intrigued and interested.
It’s like pour homme parfum ‘le pere’. The base is strong, masculine and a little hairy while the top notes are gentle and sweet. The undertones are complex. It can be a heady scent.
The only dilemma with two families joining is it can come across as yours, mine and ours. I was in my own version of that movie once upon a time. The eldest of the five kids was in uni, the youngest crawling in nappies.
Anyway, I have enquired about a year pass to the wave pool. The surf was up last time I checked.

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