Our Wmaf Cuckold Story In Aus Pt 05

I won't go into details of what happened in the bathtub. As you can imagine, one load was not enough for a widowed dad who had accumulated so much since his loved one passed away.

There was only some Nuru massage and blowjob to get Dad off because we surely did not want to wake the kids up and make it awkward, even though the bathroom locates on the opposite side of the kids' bedroom.

His bathroom was very spacious, with a big jacuzzi and a trio vanity along the wall. Through the sliding door was the landscaped backyard. I was pretty jealous of this outback lifestyle.

Dad was genuinely satisfied with ChiChi's service. Since the first day, we had demonstrated our capability to maintain his joint like a pro; ChiChi further impressed him with her nuru skills, which used to be exclusive to me.

I love her Nuru massage; she often did that with her ex, but I had to beg for it. Now, she was offering it to Dad without him even asking. Watching them play in the bathtub, rubbing shower gel all over Dad's body and cock with her tits, my brain was like going through a food processor, but my dick was aching hard, in all honesty.

I finally had the chance to witness Dad's ejaculation in action when he painted ChiChi's face with cum. I have to admit his volume and thickness are several notches above mine.

"That's SO MUCH!" She flinched and chuckled on the first impact. But she still managed to clean him up and swallow without missing a drop.

ChiChi was a typical "tsundere" tomboy, meaning she was often bratty and blunt in attitude but warm and tender inside. We had been together for five years at the time and spent over three years breaking her shell. But it took only one content sex with Dad to bring the most feminine side out of her tomboy shell.

We had been together long enough. Every subtle change in each other could be quite noticeable. I had a feeling that the development of her feminine nature could become permanent. Plus, taking care of Dad's kids had a significant influence in bringing out ChiChi's maternal instinct. It really showed and strengthened through the day-to-day babysitting.

And I was right; ever since that night, her female feromone has become really noticeable. Her attitude and behaviour have grown gentler. She wore dresses more often than pants.

Is she the girlfriend I used to know? I couldn't help wondering.

But the funny thing was, she did not realise it herself.

It's not like I want to complain, but my only regret is that I was not the man who made it happen.

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Dad invited us to move into his house the next day, so "it's more convenient for ChiChi to look after the kids."

Since then, not only was she Dad's housemaid but also his free-use sex doll.

Let me give you a few examples to prove my point.

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It was not like Dad demanded sex every day, but undoubtedly, he was quite a potent man with a vigorous sex drive. He still had temperance when he wanted some sexual relief from my girlfriend.

The first few nights after we moved into the guest room, he'd knock on our door and ask us if we were okay sharing a bed. We had always been happy to have some fun together. I enjoyed the show, and my girlfriend got her BWC pleasure, so why not?

Because we never said no, the dynamic of our relationship gradually brewed some chemical changes.

I remember when it happened for the first time, we were lying in bed, ready to sleep. I was reading a book, and she was texting with her friends back home.

Our door slowly opened, but we did not hear the knocks. "Do you need me tonight, too? Daddy?" she blinked her eyes and asked, but he did not reply. At this stage, she had known what Dad wanted by default, but I could still read the surprise and shock in her tone and expression. I was also caught off guard, not going to lie.

He walked straight up to her and gently pushed her hands onto the sheet by her wrists. Then he paused a bit as if he'd act accordingly based on our reactions. I realised he wanted to see how far he could push the envelope.

It was a test, and I was struggling.

ChiChi bit her bottom lip, looking at us back and forth. I could hear Dad's heavy breaths like a beast ambushing his prey. He stared at her, not moving his eyes away.

I sighed silently and gave ChiChi a slow blink. It's a signal between cats to show intimacy. And now, that meant a hall pass from me.

She turned to Dad and coquettishly said, "Fuck me, Daddy ❤" before the animalic sex started.

Since then, the door has become a symbolic existence sheerly. Dad could walk in and fuck ChiChi any time, disregarding what we were doing.

He'd occasionally ask me to let them have some "privacy." I would then go to his bedroom and let them enjoy each other fully. Even though ChiChi'd felt a little uncomfortable being alone with Dad at the beginning, she soon learned the level of intimacy between Dad and her was hugely different without the third wheel.

I have to confess that it actually excited me even more when it happened. It was a whole new type of stimulation for me. I could only stick my ear to the wall, listening to every move they made, imagining how he sent her to the peak over and over in what position, or wondering where he unloaded when I heard his grunt accompanied by ChiChi's squeal. I tried several times to beat Dad's endurance but was always defeated by my own imagination.

I recall there was a time after he had his way with ChiChi and came back to his bedroom, I already cleaned up my mess with tissues.

"She is an amazing little toy. You are really a lucky man. I am jealous. Really appreciate it, mate. Promise me, don't let her go." I knew it was a sincere compliment and appreciation. But I also knew he'd steal ChiChi at the drop of a hat as long as she says "Yes." That thought really sent a chill down my back.

When I got back to our room, she was completely spent, panting and spasming in bed. The sheet was a huge mess with her juice all over the place. Her face was covered with stripes of Dad's thick com. I held her into my arms and felt the waves of post-orgasm with her.

"Do you want to build a snowman?" She sang softly after she finally calmed down from the waves.

"What?" I looked at her cute cum-splashed face, not sure why she came up with that.

She took my hand and started collecting Dad's cum into her mouth with my index finger until it became a little swamp on her tongue.

"Hmm~Hm~hm~hm~hm~hm~HMmmmm~(Come on, let's go and play.)"

Yes, Frozen was still a thing back in the day.

Before I realised what she was doing, she had started snowballing with me.

No, I did not know what snowballing was back then.

(End of Pt.5)