clit_dick
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F@thers's Day
"So clit, I think it's time to have a chat" started my wife, Louise, one evening. It was just the two of us on that weekday in the last week of May and we were sitting in the living room, nothing on TV, she was chatting on WhatsApp with someone I was reading. I put down my Kindle and turned my full attention to her. Unsure of what this was about I stammered "Er...yes Lou...er what's up?". I was desperately thinking, was it something I'd done or not done? "Nothing, clit, no need to worry but it will soon be F@ther's Day, 20th June I think and, well you know last year..." she left it hanging in the air but yes I well remembered last year.
Her long term bf, Tony, had suggested that his dad might like a special treat for F@ther's Day and he thought Lou ought to be that treat. Tony's dad is a very fit, 70 year old. He keeps himself in good shape and would easily pass for someone ten years younger. Louise was, of course, up for it and so on the day, Tony's dad came round to our place for Sunday lunch. He was thinking that the lunch was his treat. How wrong he was. He was fully aware that his s0n was regularly "seeing" my wife and had been for some time. He knew I "allowed" this (yeah right, as if I had a choice). My wife was dressed to please that day and after lunch, after I had cleared up, I was called into the lounge to listen to Tony say to his dad that he had a special surprise for F@ther's Day. He took Louise's hand and led her across to his dad. She sat on his lap, put an arm around his shoulder, leant forward and pressed her mouth to his. He looked a little taken aback to say the least as my wife stood, took Tony's dad's hand, pulled him from the seat and left the room leading him upstairs. Tony and myself sat down, he read the paper whilst I listened. They were gone a good couple of hours. When they eventually came back down stairs, Lou had on a dressing gown, obviously naked underneath, looking flushed. Tony's dad also looked a little red in the face but he was grinning like the cat that had got the cream. Tony stood "OK dad?"..."Never better s0n"..."Let's get you home then" and after a quick cuddle and kiss from my wife off they went. Lou came into the lounge and flopped into an empty chair...."Wow, clit...he may be knocking on a bit but.... I'm knackered". Her dressing gown had parted and I could see her pussy, lips red and swollen and glistening with their juices. A memorable F@ther's Day for one old dad!
"Er...does Tony want to give his dad another special F@ther's Day present again this year?" I asked.
Louise laughed "No silly little boy. Don't you remember what we said after his dad had his special present?"
I thought about it but I shook my head.
Louise rolled her eyes.
"We said that it would only be fair if next year, that is this year, we offered your dad a special F@ther's Day present"
And then I remembered. The conversation was after Tony had got back from taking his dad home. They thought that to be fair that this year my f@ther ought to be offered the same special F@ther's Day present. I was horrified at the time thinking they would forget all about it, but here we were with F@ther's Day just a couple of weeks away and my hopes that my wife would have forgotten were well and truly dashed.
Now, I think my dad know's about Louise and Tony . He must certainly suspect. But whether he is aware of the full extent of my relationship with my wife, well I don't know. If he gets his special F@ther's Day treat he'll be in no doubt as to my subservient cuckold role.
Actually, looking back it was probably my dad who subconsciously influenced how I am today. Growing up he was always quick to put me down and criticise. And then there was the time he caught me masturbating with my sisters panties over my head, crotch across my nose. Did I get punished? No he just stood there and laughed, commenting on my lack of size and demanding that I finish what I had started. My tiny clit was soon dribbling which caused even more laughter.
So, fast forward to Sunday, 20 June. Having prepared lunch I was dispatched to pick up dad. He was delighted to have been invited for lunch. "What a treat" he said when I told him a few days earlier; he only knew the half of it! He looked me up and down.
"Er, nice shorts" he said.
"Th..thanks..Lou likes them so..." I let the sentence hang. I was a little embarrassed. My wife had required me to wear these shorts. Nice, tailored shorts but in pink and close fitting. A white short-sleeved shirt completed my outfit for the day. Oh, apart from white ankle socks. Not quite dressed too obviously like a sissy, but a little too close for comfort.
We arrived back home. Louise was already at the front door ready to welcome dad. She looked stunning. She had a black, knee-length, linen button-front skirt by Jigsaw (bought from John Lewis) with a white cotton, open neck top (also John Lewis). However, as I knew having watched her get ready, the real treat was he underwear. From Next, her knickers were Hunkemöller red Coco Brazilian shorts. These, of course, were not "on display" but the same could not be said of her matching red diva bra which looked so sexy and slutty under her thin, white top. The reas0n I have gone into such detail is to enable anyone interested to go on-line and view the items. If you do, enjoy and allow your imagination to run riot!
I can only imagine what was going through dad's mind as we walked up to the front door. Louise greeted dad with a "Hi" and putting her arms around him in a hug she pressed her lips onto his and gave home a lingering, welcoming kiss. Dad hesitated before putting his arms around my wife to return the hug.
"Come on in" Louise said, stepping aside to let my f@ther in.
Dad entered our home, followed by Louise and then, lastly, myself.
"Go straight through to the kitchen dad" said Louise. She has always called him "dad".
As we went into the kitchen/diner Lou said to dad "You sit here next to me" and dad and Louise sat down " Clit...er I mean your s0n will get us a dr1nk won't you darling".
"Yes dear. Two large G&T's I guess?"
Both nodded and so I went to the living room to prepare them.
When I got back, my wife and my f@ther were deep in conversation, bodies turned towards each other. I went to the kitchen area and started to dish up. Oh, OK if you're really interested then it was roast leg of lamb with veg and new potatoes.
The meal went well, I thought, everyone tucking in. The treacle sponge and custard for pudding (dessert if you're posh) went down very well with dad. It's long been his favourite!
"Coffee in the lounge I think clit" said Lou as she and dad stood and moved into the lounge.
As the house is pretty much open plan downstairs as I made the coffee in the kitchen I could just about overhear the conversation in the lounge.
"Sorry to ask" dad talking "but I'm sure you called my s0n 'clit' a couple of times. That's a strange pet name to have for your husband, what's that all about?"
Louise hesitated a little, realising she what she had inadvertently said earlier.
"Well, dad, let's just say your s0n is not the largest pers0n in the world"
"Sorry? I'm not sure I fully understand"
"Er, well what I mean is....er...you know" and Lou gestured towards her crotch area "you know....down there"
"Sorry...."
"DAD! Do I have to spell it out for you? CLIT" she shouted "Come here....now"
Oh no, I thought. What now? I slowly went into the lounge.
"Yes Lou?" I almost whispered, no daring to look at dad, sat in an armchair with my wife on the sofa.
"Your f@ther wants to know why I call you 'clit'. Would you like to explain?"
Well, of course I wouldn't like to explain, was my immediate thought. How embarrassing would that be telling my own dad why my wife's nickname for me is "clit".
"Well, we're waiting?" she prompted.
By now my face was red and burning. "Er, it's her little joke pet name for me because..." I swallowed hard and blushed even more "because....."
"Still waiting" smirked my wife
"Because...I have a less than average sized...." gulp ".....penis"
My wife turned to look at my dad, nodded and smiled, then started to giggle. Dad just stared at first and then he too smiled and laughed. I just stood there.
"I guess I should have worked that out" said dad "he was always a small one right from the start. I suppose I just thought he was a late developer in that department and so would catch up as he got older but maybe he didn't"
Stifling another giggle Lou said "Nope, there was no much catching up done where your s0n was concerned. He's still just a little boy. And before you ask, he doesn't fall into the category of 'grow-er not a show-er' either".
"Hmmm I always thought he was the milkman's offspring" laughed dad "definitely not a chip off the old block, if you get my meaning" giving my wife a big grinning wink.
My wife made a point of directing her gaze at dad's crotch.
I should say that a couple of bottles of wine had been consumed by dad and my wife over lunch which might explain the way things were going!
"Clit...where are those coffee's? And your dad and I will have a large brandy each to go with them"
I was relieved to leave this humili@ting situation so scuttled back to the kitchen from where I heard more chat and laughter.
I returned with the dr1nks and discovered that dad had moved from the armchair to sit next to my wife on the settee (sofa).
I put the dr1nks down on the coffee table and went to sit in the armchair my dad had been sat in only to hear my wife call me to them "Stand there, in front of us clit".
My heart was thumping. What now.
"Your dad seems to think that I am exaggerating when I told him how small you are. He says that I make you sound even smaller than when he caught you playing with yourself when you were in your te3ns. So, how do you think I can prove what I have told him is true?"
Oh no, she surely wouldn't make me....make me...well, you know, not in front of dad.
"Take down your shorts" she said.
"Oh come on Louise, please don't say that. Dad...." I looked at at him, a pleading look in my eyes.
"Seen it all before s0n, so don't worry on my account" he said.
"Come on clit, or would you like to be punished in front of your f@ther as well?"
"My...you really do wear the trousers round here. A girl after my own heart" chuckled dad. "Maybe I'll punish him myself, just like old times, eh s0n. You want to feel the weight of my hand across your backside again? Reacquaint yourself with my leather slipper?"
I shook my head.
"Then do what Louise has told you"
I had lost. I knew I had to do it. I slowly reached for the button on the waistband of my shorts, popped it open and then lowered the zip. I peeled open the shorts and began to push them down, having to wriggle as they were tight. I stopped and looked at them both again. "P...p...please" I whined but to no avail. Blushing I pushed the shorts all the way down to my ankles and stood before my wife and my f@ther bare from the waist down. I had not been allowed to wear panties under my shorts. No doubt Louise had this emb@rrassing moment in mind from the start. I was looking at the floor unable to meet my dad's eyes but I suddenly looked up as I heard him laughing loudly and clapping his hands with glee.
"Oh my" he said "Is that what I think it is?" he said pointing at me.
Sh1t, I thought, I had forgotten all about my chastity cage; my pink chastity cage; size "S".
"Yes dad" said Louise "I need to keep him locked up for his own good. Don't I clit? You'd better tell you f@ther why hadn't you?"
Any fight that I might have had had totally gone.
"It's to stop me playing with myself" I stammered.
"Great idea Lou" said dad "Maybe I should have locked you in one of those when you were y0unger. It might have saved all those nasty stains on you m0ther's and sister's underwear"
Louise giggled "You used your m0ther's knickers as well? My oh my, what a little perv3rt you are"
"And now seeing how tiny he is - which I am still struggling to believe, I mean it's so small and he's a grown man - I can understand your life-style Louise"
My wife suddenly jerked and looked at my dad.
"Of course I know you silly girl. I had my suspicions for some years that you were a woman who like to play around, seek excitement away from the marital bed (or even in it for all I know) but his sister managed to accidentally give the game away during a Zoom call last year. Don't look so worried. I understood then and now having seen the little boy stood before me I fully understand. There not enough sausage there to keep a sexy, mature woman satisfied" he laughed "And in case you're wondering, he's no chip of this block so I've no idea whose genes he has!"
Louise turned to look me in the eye and as she did so I watched her right hand reach down and touch my dad right between his legs. I watched as she gently rubbed and squeezed. She pulled away after a couple of minutes and I could clearly see the bulge. The outline of my own f@thers's penis. No, I should call it for what it was, his cock. I blushed even more.
"Mmmm" purred my wife "If he is a chip of the old block then that's all he is...a tiny chip". They both laughed.
"Right clit" said my wife firmly "Pull up your shorts. We've seen more than enough of that pathetic tiny thing. Off you go and clear up."
Turning to my dad she said softly "And as for you. I think it's time for the rest of you F@ther's Day treat. We have a present for you which we thought you'd like. But first you have to unwrap it so you'd better come with me" and she took his hand, pulled him up from the sofa and I watched as they left the room and went up the stairs.
My tiny clit twitched inside my cage and I looked down to see a small wet spot form on the front of my shorts as I walked to the kitchen to start clearing up.
My imagination ran riot as I heard them. She had taken my dad to our bedroom (of course). There was low, muffled conversation. The occasional loud gasp. Clear heavy, wet kissing. Did I hear rustling of clothes being removed? Then dad moaning but nothing from Louise. I guessed this was because she had her mouth full. Full of dad's cock. I imagined her wet mouth drooling over his hard cock. Her tongue teasing and licking his shaft. She would definitely be kissing his balls. In fact I swear that at one point I heard dad cry out quite loudly and I guessed this would be as she sucked a ball hard into her mouth. Some men can be very sensitive to this. I had no doubt about when the fucking started. The rocking bed, Louise moaning. Dad as well.
I'd finished clearing up long before they had finished. I sat in the armchair and waited. I suppose it was about 90 minutes or so before I heard my wife call down.
"Clit? Two glasses of wine"
I knew what was required, went to he kitchen, poured a couple of glasses of wine (another new bottle) and carefully carried them upstairs to our bedroom.
My dad was laid on his side, totally naked. I glimpsed a view of his cock, soft and glistening with juices, smeared with streaks of white cum. I noticed he was not circumcised. I noticed that soft he was about as long as I can manage hard.
Louise lay on her back, similarly naked. Her breasts lay flat her nipples hard and erect. I noticed a couple of bite marks. Her upper chest was flushed, a sure sign that she had enjoyed herself to the full. I then noticed her pussy and actually gasped.
"What's wrong clit? Don't you like my new fully shaved look?"
Whilst she would keep herself neatly trimmed down there she rarely fully shaved. This was a real treat for dad. And my wife's pussy is not an immature y0ungsters slit. Her inner lips are large and hang outside the outer peach and being shaved like this just emphasised this. My tiny clit was going mad inside my cage and the wet spot was growing as I leaked more and more.
As I put the wines on the bedside table my dad spotted my leakage.
"A little excited are we s0n" he chuckled pointing out my wet patch.
Humili@tion.
"OK clit you can leave us now" and I was dismissed by the wife.
I was about to turn to leave when I noticed my wife clenching her upper thighs. She looked me in the eye as a dribble of white, creamy cum slowly oozed from her pussy and slid down her crack towards the bed. She smiled and I left, quickly fearing one of them might suggest I clean her up. Having to eat the sperm that created me did not appeal.
I listened to sounds of further activity upstairs. I'm almost certain that my dad must have gone down on my wife, despite him having cum in her, as she literally moaned non-stop at one point and I clearly heard her say "oh God, yeah right there, just there" and the final climax had her screaming out as what must have been a huge orgasm hit her, which she always experiences when being eaten out.
They eventually reappeared downstairs. Dad was dressed, looking totally worn out poor soul, whilst Louise had slipped her red panties back on (not quite as clean and pristine looking as earlier in the day, the crotch darkened with their combined juices) and wore a loosely tied silk robe.
"Well s0n" said dad "You've surpassed yourself with my F@ther's Day gift this year! Certainly makes up for all those years of either forgetting or delivering a late card! But all good things come to an end and I've a date playing dominoes with the gang this evening so you'd better get me home so I can cool down and clean up. Don't want the gang to be getting distracted as they smell hot pussy on me" looking at Louise and winking.
"Well dad you're not the only one who needs to clean up. I've got snail trails running down my legs" as she smiled back.
And so I took dad home. Not much was said on the drive back. I expect dad was reliving the afternoon, playing it back in his head. I was still too emb@rrassed to even think of anything to say. We hugged when we got back to his place, and I could smell my wife on him.
"Catch up soon" I lamely said.
"Sure hope so, s0n" replied dad, smiling.
I got back home to find my wife had showered and changed into leggings and a T-shirt. As casual looking as you like, prim and proper.
"Wow..now that was fun" she said "He's one hell of a lover between the sheets. And big, with plenty of stamina for his age. I may have to see him again"
I just sat there. What could I say?
"So" she went on "it was Tony's dad last year, your dad this year....I guess that only leaves one other dad for next year...."
I looked at her, mouth open, "Surely you don't mean....." I gasped
"Well darling... you've surely read all about daddy's and their d@ughters"
Until F@ther's Day 2022.
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