Holidays are done. We did spend Wednesday evening through Christmas eve at my dad's. His statement to us kids was its time to get back to living and he wanted Christmas to be about fun not him.
I assume he was getting tired of everyone visiting trying to keep him company and not enjoying visits. My wife and I discussed. Skipping through the visit and conversations. During our visit after arrival we determined that the weather was going to change dramatically. We arrived to almost 60 degree weather. By Friday and Saturday it would drop to single digit Temps. So Thursday we spent winterizing the place. My brother and sister left after lunch saying roads permitted they would return Saturday for Christmas eve. All this matters because it turns into the one event.
Thursday morning I wake up early. My wife is in bed. She's wearing an old large tshirt and large SpongeBob boxers. She told me she would get up and start breakfast in an hour. I go outside with a coffee and start winterizing the other buildings and sheds on the place. My brother and sister planned on coming to assist. After an hour I go in for a coffee refill. The kitchen is a long galley style with an island bar in the center. I walk in and my wife is sitting on a stool facing my dad talking both drinking coffee. My wife asked if I was hungry I declined and said refill only. I go in the side room and refill my coffee and wash up. I walk back into the kitchen towards them. They are discussing Christmas and weather two subjects I had no input for. I walk up beside my dad sitting and explain what I had accomplished and what's next. He said he was just sitting enjoying the conversation and company.
My wife is still in her pajamas. I look at her sitting and her braless nipples were rock hard and poking out the fabric of the tin tshirt. I said, I have to agree. My wife sat taller to this smiling at me. As they started back their conversation my wife put her heels on the cross piece of the stool legs and opened her knees. I look and her SpongeBob boxers were askew. A gap formed on her right leg exposing the entire right side of her pussy along with a majority of her slit. I look at her. She talking as my dad takes a drink of coffee and she smiled. I stayed listening for a while. I refilled my coffee and back outside. Maybe a half hour later my dad comes out to assist. Were were winterizing the atv's when I said, sorry about my wife's exposure this morning she gets too comfortable when here. He didn't respond immediately. Several minutes later he said, no need to say anything to her, I hardly noticed. I said, yea right. Nothing else said.
After lunch and my brother and sister left my wife with a sly smile asked, so what did you think of the breakfast show. I laughed and told her my dad's conversation. She said she was initially just sitting at the island on her phone having coffee when dad arrived and pulled up his chair. She knew her nipples were poking but noticed him looking between her legs each time she moved her legs. She said when they refilled their coffee, before getting back on she pulled her boxers up and over as she sat. She said she would open and close her knees as they talked and each time his attention was distracted to her crotch when her legs were open. She did not look down to see how exposed. I told her the details. She was giddy because he stayed to look.
By mid afternoon the temperature had dropped to the 30s and started to rain/sleet. My dad and I cut wood for the fireplace. We set it in the yard close to the house and covered it. By late afternoon it late afternoon it was windy and snowing. Freezing cold. We adjourned to the house. We had a meal and sat to watch football. It's dark, cold and snowing. The satellite feed died so now no television. We put a Christmas video on and moved to the fireplace. My dad and I set two chairs to the left and my wife sat on the floor in front of the fire facing us as we talked. After some conversation my wife xcused herself to change into pj's and get a vodka tonic. When she walked off I said I was going to make me a jack Daniel's and water. My dad said that sounds good, make me one. He is absolutely not a drinker. I said you want a weak one. He said, hell no, just like yours, I'm grown enough and no one to complain. My mom was a non drinker and complained if we even drank wine. I made two strong drinks and returned.
My dad did ask how the hell I drank mine like this. I said you sip not drink. My wife returned with hers and we listened to the movie and talked. After the first hour I made my dad and me another, my wife was on who knows, I did not pay attention. I reloaded the fire. By the end of our second drink my dad has transformed into this happy, laughing conversationalist. I made myself another and my dad requested another but this time I made him a water splashed with jack. He either didn't notice or care. We were enjoying watching him laugh, talk and joke. Honestly, I haven't seen him like this in years and especially in the past couple of months. Dad finally excused himself to the bathroom. My wife and I were ecstatic with his transformation. She said that she has been doing her best not to expose sitting. I asked why. She said, I didn't want anything distracting dad from enjoying himself. I said true but you have fun too.
When dad returned he said, I haven't peed that long and hard in years. I said, congratulations. He said smiling, who knew Jack Daniel's helps an old man's stream like this. We all laughed. When I returned from the same my wife is sitting indian style facing dad talking. I sit and her pussy is on partial display. They are talking about me. As they talked I wanted to test the situation. At a lull between them I said, you may want to check yourself to my wife. She looked at her nipples poking and said to me, am I showing too much, should I get a robe. My dad responded, he said, you are just fine. He doesn't recall all the times he was seen around the house, yard, land, ponds, I could go on. This altered the subject from a lot of innocent things I've done to more of the dares my brother and I did throughout the years. My wife quizzed my dad over and over about stories. He was happily relaying to my wife enjoying the view.
Most of the stories she had heard before but she was really enjoying my dad's perspective. To summarize. My brother and I really enjoyed setting my mom off by doing anything half dressed or not dressed at all. It did not take much for one of us to accept a dare. On occasion even a visiting friend of mom's may or may not have experience us. Either way my dad was telling all. At one point my now drunk wife is 100% into the conversation. She adjusted her legs I assume for comfort. When she did this she left one leg bent at the other she stretched straight and out. She is obliviously listening to my dad, till he looked. She literally has her the entire boxers askew to the side and her full on pussy is on display including a portion of her landing strip. When he noticed he stopped talking and stared. My wife looked down and quickly apologized lifting up and adjusting her boxers closing her legs. Rather than acknowledge the exposure with further apologies she said, keep going, that's nothing you haven't seen before. My dad laughed and said, if that's true why apologize and cover. She said, fine. She assumed the same position. This time not as much was exposed but still plenty. She said, continue. My dad continued to tell the story of me being dared to jump off a cliff naked and swim to the boat that he, my mom and her sister were waiting then my cousin and brother followed with my swim shorts.
Time had passed but no idea from here on. I had to go out for more wood and it was freezing. Snow was still falling and a couple inches on the ground. I returned my wife has to move to allow me to reload the fire and get warm again which interrupted the conversation. This allowed my dad another bathroom visit. My wife is giggling about my history and the fact she had to reexpose herself at dad's request to continue. We both agreed he was enjoying his drunk. When he returned we were both standing warming our asses to the fire. He flopped into the chair smiling and said, I haven't enjoyed such strong peeing in years, how about another. I refilled mine and made him another with less jack Daniel's.
I returned and sat down. My dad asked my wife if she ever had done a dare like I had done. I thought for sure she was going to say no. Instead she responded with, well just before our wedding I did some bachelorette challenges with my big sister from my sorority. He said, is this something you can tell. Smiling she said sure. She refilled her drink and returned. She sat/fell onto the floor in front of us. Pulled one ankle close scooted to the side and stretched her other leg straight and out. Picked her drink up and took a sip placing it back on the floor. She asked, am I ok to begin. No exaggeration, she is overly exposed. We are looking at her swollen wet pussy, lips apart, showing everything. We even see the lower part of her landing strip. I say nothing. My dad didn't miss a beat. He asked, so what was the dare.
For the next however long she told most of the story as I wrote here. The only things she left off was her willingness, lack of embarrassment and a few forgotten or left out points. My dad quizzed her about sallie and her dad's responsesalong with her thoughts. She answered all. My dad did make a comment on several occasions that he sees how we are perfect together. The entire time they are going back and forth she remained in this position. Once the conversation was dying down I asked if I should get more wood or let the fire go out. I was not sure of the time and if either was ready for bed. My dad spoke first and said, it's still early but he would watch the fire if I put some more wood on. My wife laughed and adjusted her sitting. She said I'm not ready either I'm having fun. My dad said to her, it's not my fault you married a fun suckered. They both laughed. He followed with, I'm having the best Christmas. My wife said she wanted to cry but said, me too.
I responded to both with, sure you are having fun at my expense. My wife said yes but I just finished telling a story about me. Dad said I would tell one but I got nothing. Now to the whole reason for the post.
I stood up to go outside and get another load of wood. My dad said how about another drink. I took his glass and walked to the kitchen. I made him and me the same mostly water and a splash of jack. As I walked, I heard my wife ask dad, what you think about a dare for him. Dad said , what you got in mind. From the kitchen I could not tell what was being said. I returned. Setting my drink down I got my jacket to go outside. My wife stood up and flopped into my chair. She said, I have a dare.
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