Next morning I'm up and killed time with no coffee expecting to stay away for some time. My wife was still sleeping, emotionally exhausted I assumed. No sign of dad and thought that maybe he forgot his request. Dad was sitting alone dressed in the front den. I told him I was going to get doughnuts. He asked if my wife was awake. I said no. He asked if I thought it would be OK if he woke her. I assumed him it would be fine and she would love it. He again thanked me for listening and talking last night. We talked a little about it. He said he could not promise to be different around others but will make every effort to do so with us. Essentially he was saying he wanted to have fun and enjoy his time with us rather than be a spectator.
I left. I drove more than a half tank of gas out of his truck. Around two hours later I'm back. I hear talking in our bedroom. Dad was sitting on the bed with his back aginst the headboard. My wife was naked with the covers at her waist. She was hugging him with her head on his shoulder/chest. She had again been emotional. Dad had an arm over her rubbing her side talking. Dad said, we will be done shortly. It's midmorning, too early to drink too late for coffee. The temperature was getting cooler. I sat outside smoking listening to music on my phone. I do like the quiet privacy at the house. Later Dad comes out. He asked if I wanted to know his conversation. I told him not really. His response was, that's what I was talking about last night and to her. I asked what. How much he respected us and our relationship. How we trust each other enough to not have to know everything. He said that he and mom had that in their marriage also. He gave the opposite examples of my siblings jealous and controlling spouses.
We were back inside talking when my wife walked out in the den wearing a towel. She looked great hair done, no makeup only a towel. She asked Dad if he expected any company. No. She removed the towel and said, then it's a naked day today if anyone wants to join her. Dad actually laughed ad we declined. Her response was, your loss then. Dad was a different person. He was quick to laugh or smile. He would joke. Even when my wife returned from being outside once I said, be careful with those you may put an eye out. I was referring to her cold hard nipples. Dad added, maybe more than just eye damage. We laughed. She walked behind dad's recliner. He had it back some. She leaned over behind him pressing her bare tits into his forehead. Being a solid D, she was close to his eyes also. Dad hollered laughing. She stood up telling him to be careful or next time she will put an eye out. Laughing, dad told her to go get in front of the first that she's ice cold. We laughed as she did as instructed.
Later she in laying on the floor half watching the game half scrolling on her phone. She turned to Dad sitting up and said, we should make this for later. She described the alcohol concoction. Dad said he's never had vodka before. He added, I'm willing to try. I was watching the game and did not want to go back in town. Dad volunteered. My wife said she would go too. Laughing dad said, not like that you will get us both arrested. She ran in the bedroom. She returned in her black tight leggings and her sheer black top. Dad again said, no. She came back in a tight short sleeve t-shirt. Obviously braless. So tight we could see the areola imprint with the hard nipples. Dad requested she put on a bra. She pulled him from his chair and led him out after getting my wallet. They returned later with all the items to make whatever she found on the internet.
She again stripped and asked who was joining her. We declined. I enjoyed listening to them laughing and arguing in the kitchen preparing this concoction. Dad seemed to be really having fun. A funny part was I hear my wife squeal followed by both laughing. Then my wife saying no you did it you clean it up. Dad was no loner talking loud enough for me to hear. This went on a minute or so with her saying you do it. I hear her say, see that didnt kil you. Later I got the scoop. Dad was cutting up oranges while my wife was cutting limes. Dad's orange squirted orange juice across her shoulder and tit. She said she had dad use a wet paper towel to clean her. She told me laughing he did fine on my should and upper chest but I just stood there with my tits out till he did my boob and nipple.
They put this red concoction in the freezer and returned. My wife said it will be around two when it's ready. Late she's excited to get it out and try it. I am not very receptive to new drink experiences. I prefer a bourbon or whiskey over ice or with a little mix. I get a cup and try it. Honestly as red as it was I was thinking extra sweet like a New Orleans hurricane. It was not as sweet as I expected but not to my liking. Both my wife and dad raved over their experiment. I made myself a drink and returned to the game in the den. I hear them having fun in the kitchen drinking and talking. I paid no attention to them.
They went outside, then back, outside for some time then back. This went on till the game was over. I had time now to visit. In the past most of my visiting with dad was over sports or current news. When they walked back in laughing I said, games over what are we doing. My wife responded, we are getting a refill. Dad asked who won. I told him and was attempting to explain the game when my wife returned with refills and they both went back outside talking and laughing about one more trip. I was standing there feeling like a third wheel. I guess our traditional Thanksgiving of hunting and or football was not a thing for dad and me this time. I started to follow them but made a drink and started watching recaps of games.
When they returned for yet another refill my wife was in front of the fireplace while dad refilled. I asked what they were doing. She said, finishing wood duck houses and putting them out. Dad walked in talking drunk and excited. He said we finished three and put them out. We are down to the last one. He then invited me to come see. In his shop they were almost done with the last one. I got to see my wife and dad finish. It was a little odd her doing wood work naked. I was amazed she. Did most of the assembly. I did gat to see why she was enjoying so much. Dad would hold pieces together she was using the nail gun. She would make sure her nipples and tits rubbed his bare arm when doing so. When done they asked if I wanted to go put it up. I declined. They loaded it on an ATV. My wife got on and dad behind her. Holding on he had his hands under her tits. A slight bounce and the back of his hands would have tits on them. My wife took off.
I'm in the den waiting on my game when they returned both in front of the fire talking about their accomplishments. I was uninterested until I heard my wife say during their back and forth, well you should be desensitized after all that. Dad said, that's not my fault, you were driving like a bat out of hell. Both laughing and arguing. Both were hammered and did not make it through the next game. I put both in their respective beds. I finished the night alone.
Saturday morning I'm up. I check on dad who normally is an early riser. He's snoring away. Most of Saturday morning was cigarettes and coffee for me. Almost noon may wife enters with a massive hangover. She excuses herself to shower and heads up to dad's big shower. Much later they come to the den. Both are nursing a hangover. My wife was so hungover she was wearing boxers and a t-shirt. The first conversation they had was comparing hangovers. There was still a good amount of whatever concoction they made remaining. I volunteered to go get them both a full glass but was met with surly responses from both.
After lunch both started feeling better. I start getting some feedback on what transpired. At the liquor store and grocery dad was saying how every male in town was ogling my wife's breast. My wife faked embarrassment saying not every male. Dad said he begged to differ. They discussed. Bottom line was she enjoyed the attention and dad was nervous. When dad asked her if she wanted to see his wood duck house designs they went to his shop and she wanted to help build one and put it out so they did. Nothing was said about tits and nipples on the arms. The ATV rides were a different story. My wife I'm sure intentionally drove reckless. Because when talking about this she said, you kept grabbing my boobs. Dad responded, you were driving too fast and kept turning, I was falling off. They were laughing discussing. This eventually turned into a nature conservative discussion. I got to add to this one.
My wife told me later that she did purposefully do all. She said the first time she attempted to use the nail gun she missed. Dad had to remove the misses and show her proper use again. She excused it by not getting over the joint. From then on she made sure her nipples were making contact most of the time. On the ATV rides she said dad initially tried holding on to her sides but she made sure he had to wrap around. Going over ditches and fields to get to the correct spits dad was bouncing everywhere. She said, after the first trip he had a hand fully on her tit several times. She said both were laughing with dad trying to get her to drive better. She said the next three trips dad did little complaining but his hands were anywhere from her landing stip to a tit. She laughed saying he did not linger or play with a tit or nipple. She said I was going the ATV all I could and he was holding on. She said when they returned she though after each dad would say that's enough but we did all four.
In our talking she wanted to relay their conversation. I told her that I'm just really enjoying seeing dad laugh smile and having fun with us or her. I told her I did not ant him to tell me nor her. If he continued being this happy that was enough for me. Once again she got emotional.
Saturday evening my wife was still in a tshirt and boxers. She had made her normal drink and had a few, i was drinking and watching the game. Dad was watching the game quietly nursing his second red concoction. My wife's hangover was gone with having a few. She asked Dad what he wanted to do. He had nothing. She kept announcing she was bored and we were boring. No real response from us. Football was on and we were watching. Not paying attention to her drinks she seemed a little drunk, she went for a refill and came back naked. I said, now you back to feeling like you, hangover gone. She jumped on me laying across the sofa drinking and on her phone. At one point she said, ok don't be like dad you can move your arm. I had it over the back of the sofa. I placed my hand on her stomach.
Later when I went for a refill during commercials she was now across dad's lap still on her phone when i returned. She had his one arm behind her on the armrest and one leg over his arm on the other. Her other leg was hanging over his off the big recliner. Honestly, dad was watching the game paying no attention to the naked girl on his lap as far as I could tell. When dad would want a sip of his drink he would wrestle his arm from under her leg take a sip, put it in the cup holder in the armrest and have her lift her leg for his arm to go back on the armrest. After several of these she did him like she did me. She told him to act normal or she was getting up and going in the bedroom. He put the drink in the armrest and put his hand on her stomach.
Again, my wife likes physical contact from those she loves. Me, Xavier and dad. If it's a hug, a hand on her leg, on her back, shoulder or her just laying her head on you, this is a requirement. Dad was always cautious of placement. But he knows this bout her and I assume in their discussions she voiced it and was now making him aware. After several ups and downs from her refills or their restroom breaks dad was encouraging her return to his lap. We are watching a late game. She has her head on dad's upper arm eyes closed. I mentioned to dad, I hope you don't have to wake her up to piss. Dad laughed and said, I good on that front. Skipping. Dad had his hand well below her tits all the time. He would randomly start rubbing her stomach in little circles. Mostly at her bellybutton or higher.
After the last up and down and her asleep his hand was on her bellybutton. Don't get me wrong. During the game dad and I are talking about plays, calls or teams. We are talking and I notice him moving in little circles. His pinky and the next finger are making contact with the top of her landing strip. I'm wondering, is this accidental, is this because she sat differently the last time. Still talking his hand would stop with his pinky on her pubic strip or two fingers or just above. I'm struggling to maintain focus on the conversation. I watch when he would take a sip of his drink his hand would not go up bur the same place. I'm focused on this for almost a solid quarter of the game.
During a commercial I get up to go refill. Dad and I are talking still. Even when I'm in the kitchen. Done he's talking and I'm walking. I see a full four fingers on her pubic strip as I approached. When I passed and sat down he was actually hand above her bellybutton. Till the end of the game h never got close. After the game I got her up and to bed. Dad and I talked about the game as we cleaned up the den and kitchen. He also asked for a hug and said I love you during. I was shocked he was staying true to our conversation.
I get back in the bedroom and my wife is laying their eyes open and smiling. She whispered. Weres dad. I said, gone to bed. She was very coherent and eyes not the least bit red. I'm brushing my teeth. I ask, are you drunk. She smiled got out of bed closing the door and back in. , not at all. I called her a faker. She was still smiling looking at me. I got in bed and she whispered, he did it. I asked what. She said, dad did it. I nodded and said, I know I saw him rubbing your stomach and feeling your pubic strip. She said, no, not that, when you went in the kitchen. I again said, I know I saw him rubbing it with his fingers. She hit my arm saying no not that. She got up and walked out the door. She returned closing the door. She said, he's in his room. I responded I know.
She then described what happened. She said, when you got up and was talking going into the kitchen, dad started touching my nipples. I must have had a look on my face. She said, it's no big deal he had his hand all over them on the ATV. She continued, this was him doing this. He was taking to you and when you would talk he was rubbing and pinching my nipple. She said he started fully rubbing my pubic hair and when you responded and put his fingers between my legs. I responder you are shitting me. Smiling she said, no im not. She continued, he just felt my upper slit and lips. You were walking back talking and he moved. I was not shocked but I had no words for a moment. She kept whispering, he did it. I finally responded, well you can not blame him by the way you were sitting. She said still excited whispering, I'm not blaming, I'm just surprised he did it. We talked about it more but that was it.
Sunday morning dad and my wife had their normal shower routine. I returned with chicken biscuits for breakfast. They were both dressed talking in the kitchen. We had breakfast visiting for an hour or so. Dad could tell that I was winding up our visit. He stood up hugging my wife telling her he loved her and thank you for coming. He add, I wish you guys would stay longer. I'm looking at my wife's face over dad's shoulder. She got that look. She released her hug and pulled off her shirt, braless of course. She pulled off her leggings and shoes. She said, I would love to stay naked some more today. Dad grabbed my now naked wife hugging her and said thank you. Looking at her eyes she was tearing up.
We stayed watching NFL and talking till almost dark. Dad was the one to say, you two better get going or it will be midnight before you get home. That's when I let both know I had to be at the airport at five a.m. my wife redressed and we loaded up. She made sure to tell dad that she is always available for text or calls. She added that she's alone most weekdays and some weekend, so if he's lonely and did not mind a naked girls with him she was willing to come visit. Dad hugged her again and I swear his eyes looked watery. When she started to the truck dad hugged me hard. He said, I wish I could express how much I needed you two here this week. He added, I will do my best to do as I discussed with both of you. He repeated how proud he and mom are of me and to come back when I could. We left.
There was no truck flashing or pussy showing on the way home. My wife talked, cried, talked and cried for ninty percent of the trip. I sort of got their discussion within her talking but who knows. She really made me feel like royalty bragging on me bringing up the history she heard dad say and since we have been together. She seemed a little disappointed that I've never mentioned how I was raised versus my siblings but I told her I would not change a second of my past.
This was an extremely condensed post of all that transpired. It may or may not read coherently. I'm still working on my insecurities and have said nothing about my thoughts. If I could go back I would change nothing. I hate we are so far away from dad and he is lonely. I do not want to relocate to be closer. My wife has mentioned this.
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