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Lou's mobile rang. It was Monday morning, the day after F@ther's Day. She looked at the screen and whispered "It's dad" before pressing the green button and taking the call. We were in the kitchen having just finished breakfast. She was sat at the island table whilst I was (of course) clearing up.

"Hi dad. Everything OK?", a short break as she listened. "Well, I'm glad you liked your surprise present, dad, and no, there are no regrets from me. You?" Another period of silence as she listened. "Good. I'm so relieved. I was wondering why you were ringing so soon after we saw you and mum yesterday. I must say, I thought you were going to say you were regretting what happened and that you were upset with me, but I'm relieved that you think it was the best present a d@ughter could give you, and yes, before you ask, I loved every moment. Happy F@ther's Day again, dad". She listened and then "Catch up again soon. 'Bye. Love you too".

She took a sip of her coffee and looked over to me at the sink where I was washing-up the breakfast things.

"You probably gathered that was dad. He was ringing to thank me for his wonderful present yesterday". Lou smiled as she recalled what happened yesterday. Her right hand dropped into her lap and as I glanced over my shoulder I noticed she was pressing between he legs. She was still in her pyjamas with "boy short" bottoms. Did I notice a slight movement of her hand against her crotch? I quickly turned back round to concentrate on the washing-up as my tiny clit_dick pulsed inside my cock cage.

I heard Lou get up and she came over to hand me her dirty cup.

"Right, clit, I'm off to have a shower. And I don't want you barging in on me. You can tidy up the kitchen and I'll let you know when I've finished". She turned and went upstairs. She'll play with herself in the shower, I thought. Plenty of cleaning of her pussy. My tiny appendage twitched again. Oh what I would have given to be able to pleasure her myself instead of her relying on the shower-head. Wishful thinking on my part. That was never going to be an option!

So what was the surprise present, I hear you ask?

Here in the UK, last Sunday was F@ther's Day. We had invited both my f@ther and Lou's mum and dad to lunch.

My dad arrived about an hour before Lou's parents. He arrived on time and smartly dressed in chino's and a shirt. Very dapper! We hugged, in a reserved English way, whilst Lou gave him a right smacker right in the lips, which lasted longer than a normal d@ughter-in-law f@ther-in-law greeting should have. But of course, since my dad's surprise for last years F@ther's Day (and other surprises since) my wife and my dad's relationship could hardly be described as "normal"!

Lou immediately turned to me and said "Clit, my parents will be here soon so you need to crack on with getting the meal ready. I'll just take your dad upstairs for his F@ther's Day present" at which point she grabbed his hand and dragged him upstairs. I was expecting this as Lou had told me her plans for the two dad's. Both were going to get a blow job from her. Of course, this wouldn't come as a surprise to my f@ther, not after last year but it was going to be a big surprise for her own dad. Whilst her parents knew of our life style we rarely talked about with them and so far as I was aware Lou had not previously made any "advances" on her f@ther. I turned to go to the kitchen to deal with lunch.

Lou told me when I was clearing up what happened. She took dad to our (her) bedroom. She sat on the bed and pulled him in front of her and quickly, without any foreplay, unfastened his trouser belt, unzipped the fly and pulled them and his underpants down in one single motion. Dad wasn't complaining! His cock was already semi hard and as Lou wrapped her lips around it and started to lube it with her saliva it soon hardened to its full size; a respectable 6.5 solid inches. Lou told me in detail about her sucking him. How sweet his precum tasted and how he could produce "gallons" of it. She took him deep into her mouth, her saliva mixed with precum dripping down her chin. As she sucked and bobbed her head she cradled and squeezed his balls, milking them to encourage his creamy spunk to fill them. She felt his cock get harder and start to throb and she knew he was close, and so to "seal the deal" she quickly pushed her index finger into his rear hole and as she did my dad moaned and shot several spurts of cum into my wife's accepting mouth. She reckoned he shot 4 good squirts as she pushed he finger deep into his arse hole followed by a few less powerful squirts. She told me she reckoned he must have been saving himself to have produced such a load. She kept his cock inside her sealed mouth as he filled her with his creamy spunk. When he'd finished, she slowly withdrew her finger and pulled her mouth off of his cock, keeping her head tilted so as not to spill any of his cum. She looked up, "eyeballed" him and swallowed.

"Fucking hell" dad had said "What you trying to do to an old man? I nearly had a heart attack! You certainly know how to suck cock, you slut wife you!" He tottered to the bed and sat down. "Phew. Let me have a rest".

"I need to shower and get ready before my parents arrive. You rest as long as you like".

You can imagine how I was feeling as she told me all of this. My tiny clit was twitching and throbbing in its cage as I listened what she had done. Would I ever experience such absolute, knee trembling pleasure again? I think we all know the answer to that. My pleasure is strictly limited to Mrs Palm and her 5 d@ughters and then only under supervision.

Her parents arrived on time and I'm happy to say that lunch was well received. As I cleared away my wife, her parents and my dad went into the lounge to have a coffee. Lou told me what happened next after she told me what happened with dad.

As they started their coffee Lou turned to her dad and told him we had a problem with one of the taps in the en suite and asked if he would have a quick look at it. He would do anything for his only d@ughter and so they both stood to go an inspect the fictitious problem. She tuned to her mum and said that she was sure my dad would keep her entertained and that they wouldn't be long. My dad (who was "in on it") told Lou to take as long as they needed to sort out "the problem with the tap". He then winked at her, making sure her mum couldn't see.

As they entered our (her) bedroom she quietly closed the door and sat on the bed patting the space beside her indicating for her dad to sit next to her.

He raised an eyebrow as he sat down. "What's up Louise? There's nothing wrong with the tap is there?"

"No dad" my wife, his d@ughter, said. "I brought you upstairs because I wanted to give you a very special, surprise F@ther's Day present"

He said nothing.

"Dad, whilst we don't talk about it you know of the kind of marriage we choose to have, a life style which suits us both and, to be honest, keeps us close and together. Well, this F@ther's Day thing started two years ago when as a special present for my boyfriend's f@ther I slept with him." Her f@ther kept quiet and listened. "Well, er, last year I gave myself to my husband's dad." She paused and cleared her throat before continuing. "This year, well dad, this year I want you to have something special. I would love to give you a blow job." There, she thought, I've said it. "Dad, can I pleasure you as a special F@ther's Day present?".

He dad said nothing. He stood up and Lou thought he was going to leave, disgusted by the suggestion his d@ughter had made.

But he didn't walk towards the bedroom door. He turned to stand in front of his d@ughter, reached down and unzipped his trouser and reaching inside he pulled out his cock. It hung from the fly, not yet hard. He was uncircumcised and the fold of skin covering his bellend was long and wrinkled. He cleared his throat.

"You better get on and give me my present before the others start wondering where we are."

Louise took hold of her f@ther's cock and started to gently stroke it feeling it come to life in her grip. My, she thought, what have I been missing all these years as she felt it grow in length and girth until his cock filled he hand and more. She stroked and the foreskin started to peel back over his helmet to reveal a purple head which was already slippery and glistening with precum. It was time to take her f@ther's fat cock into her willing, wet mouth for the first time. She leant forward and slowly sucked the meaty cock into her mouth. She felt as full of cock meat as she had ever experienced. She sucked and stroked, sucked and stroked bobbing her head feeling the cock harden. Then she felt her dad's hands grab the back of her head and as he pushed her face deep into his crotch ******* his cock all the way to the back of her throat she felt him pulse, once, twice, three times as his spunk splashed against the back of her mouth. Louise kept sucking. Her hand, no longer able to stroke as he kept her head pressed hard against him, reached into his open fly to reach his balls and gently squeeze them, trying to get every last drop of cum out of them.

When he finally released her, she looked up at him and swallowed, gulping down his sperm.

He looked down at her, smiled, ruffled her hair (like he use to do when she was a ch1ld) and made himself presentable.

"We'd better get back" he said. "The coffee will be getting cold." With that he walked to the door, opened it and went downstairs to join the others. Lou followed a few minutes later needing to quickly brush her hair and re apply her lipstick.

When Lou returned to the lounge, I was in there pouring extra coffee. As she entered she came straight over to me, grabbed my face and gave me a lingering, open mouthed kiss with plenty of tongue. Immediately on tasting her I knew what she had done. My tiny clit nearly exploded in its cage.

"Thank you for a lovely meal and for clearing up afterwards. The perfect husband".

Everyone nodded and clapped!

I had to rush back to the kitchen as I needed to adjust my clit and cage. It excruciatingly painful!

So all the dad's have now had a special F@ther's Day treat. What will happen next year?