Diary Of How I Got Cucked By My Dad

Everything started when I lost my job. My fiancée and I couldn't pay rent and we got a little debt. My father, trying to help us, proposed that we could live with him and I could work in his warehouse for a while. I wasn't sure of it, we weren't in that bad situation, but he lived alone after the divorce and I felt that he wasn't made for living on his own. Of course I wasn't happy to move back to my old house but this was a logical decision for all of us, so we quickly moved our stuff and I started working for my dad.

My fiancée, Claudia, was surprisingly happy about all of this. I don't suspect that she knew what's going to happen between her and my father. She told me that we could save up a little to pay off our debts and maybe start saving for our wedding. Also her company agreed that working from home most of the time would be more sufficient for her, as she had now lived further from the office. That meant she could slack off a little more, so she got an idea to spend this time cleaning the mess my dad made of the house after mom left him. She said that this was a way of saying thanks, for letting us live with him.

At first my dad was embarrassed and annoyed at the idea, saying that he's an adult man that can take care of himself but, after Claudia drowned him in explanations of what "post divorce depression" is, he finally stopped denying that he needed help.

We got to some kind of routine, as I left with my dad to work, Claudia would work at her desk and in the meantime she would clean some part of the house. As we got home from our work I would make some dinner. It was more peaceful than I thought it would.

So peaceful in fact that my fiancée felt the need for some action. I was trying to have some fun with her this whole time but she was too anxious about the new place. Awareness that on the other side of the wall, my dad is sleeping made her too rigid. "What if he hears us? Wouldn't that be kinda disrespectful?". Disrespectful my ass, now as I think of it.

But those excuses went out of the window the moment she got horny and of course I couldn't let this slide. We started with a session of french kissing. I wanted to kiss her other lips but quickly I understood that she was far from any foreplay or side dishes. She wanted hot, hard fucking.

"Oh shit, you're so hard..." She whispered straight to my ear as I slided in. Feeling her warm breath on my skin, I felt dangerously close to cumming. All those days of being on edge caught up to me. Biting my lower lip I moved extremely slowly, thinking of konami code, how many "Saw" movies are there, and anything really that would take away my focus.

"Please babyyy... faster!"

I failed. I looked downwards as her breast jumped with my every thrust. Her moaning was soft but deep, she look at me straight in the eyes with gaze of a woman who wants to be fucked like a whore. As she took my hand and forced it on her tits to squeeze... I came.

Claudia looked at me surprised as I grunted with pleasure.

"That's all?" She asked, but momentarily she corrected herself, noticing her annoyed tone.

"I-I mean are you all right baby?

"Yeah... sorry. I just..."

"Can we still make him go up?"

As we both looked at my dick, it shrinked to his flaccid size. It looked pathetic, still wet from her juices and my cum.

"Oh..." was all she said after that. She didn't even tell me "goodnight" as she shifted on the bed and went to sleep. I lied next to her, angry at myself.

--

Something worth telling, at least in my perspective, is the habit Claudia got when she cleaned the house. Once in a while she would send me a pic of her findings. Some were disgusting, like forgotten food, empty bottles, dirty dishes, but some were cute, like family photos or my dad's old guitar. But also, some were weird... Now as I look at it, it seems obvious but then it was just weird for me.

When I was on break, Claudia sent me a message:

Um... gossipy question, but did your dad have someone after your mom?

Maybe? Some one night stands i think? Why do you ask?

As an answer she sent me a pic of a small package of XL size condoms lying behind the sofa.

Wtf?! If I knew, I would never agree for you clean that fucking house!

Jeeez, don't get mad, baby. It's normal for a man to use protection lol. I just don't know what to do with it, i don't wanna embarrass him

Throw it out!

Whaaa? I won't waste like, four unused rubbers

Don't touch it!

After the last message I had to go back to work. I'm ashamed to say it but for the rest of the day I was thinking about my fathers cock. Was it really that big that he had to use XLs? How the hell I didn't get a dick like that through genes?! I got so jealous I couldn't even talk to my dad at work.

Later, when I drove us home, I tried to talk about his "private life", seemingly out of curiosity. Truth was, I just wanted to know if those condoms were really his. Maybe he got them as some boomer gift joke? Or he wanted to boost his confidence?

"So... are you seeing someone?" I asked out of nowhere

"Yeah, I see you" he laughed in fatherly manner

"Ha ha, I mean like a woman?"

"Well I tried, some time ago but..." he adjusted on his seat "...I'm not so cut out for dating at my age"

And after this, I felt a pang of disappointment in myself. How could I be jealous of a man who raised me? Well, in future I will learn that I can, but then? I got sad that my dad still can't get over my mom.

Then suddenly, my father turned pale, hid his face in his palms, and muttered

"Oh my god..."

"What?" I reacted genuinely startled.

"Did Claudia get to the living room with her cleaning?"

"What? You know she still has to work, she's not a maid or something" I was trying to act like an idiot but I was very aware, where he was going with it.

"No, no I meant... god, this is so embarrassing"

When we got home, my father profusely apologised to my fiancée while she laughed it off. After some time they were both laughing in the living room, while I stood in the kitchen, preparing meals and being consumed by knowledge of my father's size. When I joined them with food, they were both deep in conversation. It almost looked like a therapy session, with my dad sitting on the sofa, and Claudia on the chair beside.

"So why didn't it work out? You used some rubbers so I guess it was fun?" Claudia tried adding salt to the wound, making us laugh.

"Well, you kids will learn that sex in relationship isn't everything"

"Yeah well, but good sex in a relationship is important" Claudia answered looking straight into my eyes. I knew exactly what she meant, My father knew too. So to save himself from the awkwardness he quickly changed the subject.

"I'm soo hungry! What do you have there?"

Thankfully some spaghetti flipped the mood in the room, so we could chat on topics not related to good or bad sex that we have, but just some small talk about tv shows.

Later, as we said our goodnights and went to our bedrooms, my fiancée looked at me almost, like I was some science subject, while I just got to take on my pjs. She told me to stop as I took off my pants. She got closer to me, and I was hoping this was my chance for redemption. I couldn't be further from the truth. I felt her soft, warm hand on my cock. Her monotone moves made it harder and harder in a matter of seconds. Then, when I was fully up, she asked.

"Isn't it weird you didn't inherit your father's size?"

"What?!" I was so surprised by the question, I wanted to take a step back, but her iron grip on my dick didn't let me.

"Well, you're far from wearing XLs, honey"

Cold and scientific tone, in which she told me those words, was so humiliating yet my cock was stiff like never before in my life.

"Ahh... How are you so sure he really needs XLs?"

"Why would he buy them then? For show? Stop being in denial baby." Her stroking got faster, she began to lick my tip from time to time.

"Please... can we change the sub- ugh- subject?" I pleaded, hoping to save my face from that cruel experiment.

"I'm checking something, hold on, you can do it..."

"Checking... what exactly?!"

"Is my fiance got daddy issues?" Wave of pleasure struck through my body. My mind went blank and for a moment I lost my balance. Cum landed straight on Claudia's hands.

"Whoa, don't get me wrong baby, you're not small, but you cum absolutely too fast"

My mind was in such euphoria I couldn't even tell if that was a compliment or a criticism. I didn't have time to dwell on it, cuz in the instant, Claudia took off her panties, showing me her heart-shaped ass. With a twirl she sat on the edge of the bed, and slowly spread her legs. I wasn't the only one that enjoyed that humiliation session, as her pussy was sticky and wet. I rushed to place my head between her soft tights. She squeezed my face with them as her body reacted in a little shock of how fast I knew what to do.

"Uhm... Now is my turn for some fun..." she purred, grabbing my hair and pushing me deeper into her. Firstly I licked her, slowly and carefully, trying to dig deep inside of her. As her moaning filled the room, I used my fingers, trying to get into her g-spot. Sudden yelps came from her mouth, muffled by her hand, covering her lips. Massive hips of hers moved in rhythm of my hand, shaking with pleasure. Deep breathing, increased in sound by moans, surely indicating climax being close, came from her mouth. Knowing that this is a final act of eating her out, I sucked her clit. When I wanted to take a little break, to prolong our fun, she pushed my face deeper. Now that her hands were on my head, nothing muffled her sounds of pleasure. With a final scream, she let go of my head and lied on the bed.

"Dad surely heard that" I remarked, laughingly

"Mmhmm... maybe now he doesn't think you can't fuck..."

That was a shot straight to my ego.

"I can't fuck? You just came!"

"Yeah... cuz your tongue can't cum..."

"Now that's just mean..."

"That's the truth honey..." she moved her feet between my legs, and gently pushed my tired and shrunken dick using her toes. It looked pathetic next to them, it was as small as her big toe.

"...ready for the second round?" She asked playfully.

"Sorry... It can't get up." I answered, ashamed.

Claudia giggled a little, and patted the place on the bed beside her, gesturing me to come closer. As I lay next to my fiancée I noticed she was half asleep. Orgasm must've tired her enough, or the work she put in this house for the last week. Curiosity got better of me and I asked:

"By the way, where did you put those rubbers?"

Claudia shifted on the bed

"What?... In the bathroom... we would just waste them so don't look for them..." she answered slowly, dozing off between the words.

I couldn't sleep that night, I was tossing and turning, looking at the ceiling almost all night. I understood her being salty for not satisfying her, but she really could turn down those allusions. For those comments on my "performance" I grew jealous of my own dad, again. The idea of going for a search for those condoms and trying them on myself burned in me. It was stupid, and it would make my fiancée right. If I go looking for them, I have daddy issues...

Of course I went looking for those goddamned rubbers.

In the dead of the night I was rummaging through all the cabinets the bathroom had to offer. I got weirdly agitated doing this, and I felt erection building up. When I finally found it, it was "hidden" behind some old perfume bottle, on the top shelf. I opened the box and four rubbers fell on the floor. I couldn't believe my hands were shaking. Was the idea of my father having a bigger cock than mine so insufferable? And if so, why was I rock hard?!

I collected the packages and put them in the box. I held one in my hands and, even without putting it on, I knew it would be too large for me. I put them back in the hidden spot, and with a storm of thoughts I went to bed.

--

I woke up to the loud, screeching sound that came from down the stairs. It sounded like an out of tune trumpet. When I got down, angry at being woken up like that, my dad and my fiancée were moving the sofa around the living room.

"The hell is going on here?" I asked justifyingly annoyed, in my opinion.

"Prince finally woke up already! We could use some help!" My dad waved at me to come to the sofa.

"We are doing a little renovation." Claudia explained. After she said that, I noticed that a lot of furniture was out of place, there were some pics on the walls, and all of a sudden the room felt brighter.

"...what time is it?"

"It's 12 pm, we started at after 7 something, get of that PJs and help us a little"

"Well I could tell you the same, get dressed a little." I pointed my finger at both of them. Claudia was wearing black tight leggings she used for yoga some time ago, and my old SOAD t-shirt, and I noticed no bra under it. My dad had some dirty undershirts and short track pants.

"We did? That's our work outfits, you wouldn't know about that cuz you did no work" My father laughed.

I look at both of them again, more importantly at my fiancée. I swear I could see her tits jiggle as she looked at me. She had no bra, and she spent almost 4 hours with my dad like this. But as spineless as I am, I didn't say anything then. I just went upstairs to get changed.

Back then, I was thinking I'm getting paranoid. Accusing my fiancee of trying to get a pass on my dad was kinda unbelievable.

When I got down stairs, the view of Claudia, standing on a stool and stretching to the ceiling, welcomed me. God, her wide ass in those black pants is a view to remember. As she worked on something in the lamp, she lost her balance and wobbled a little. I rushed to catch her. "Thankfully" my father was next to her, so he was the first to save her. He grabbed her by the hips, and obviously, a massive butt, covered in black lycra, almost fell on his face.

"Oh shit! Thanks James, that was close."

They call each other by first names?

"Are you all right?" I asked, running towards them.

"Yeah, a hero saved me." Claudia giggled, holding on to my father's shoulders to get down. I don't have to say how pathetic I felt, that my own fiancee was clinging to her "hero" that wasn't me.

I asked what I can do to help with this renovation of theirs, but they brushed me off saying that they know the plan, and introducing it to me would be just a waste of time. Of course pang of jealousy, of how they spent their time together, hit my heart. But I didn't want to be useless, so I proposed to make us breakfast.

"Oh yeah right. The fridge is empty. I go shopping on Saturdays, first thing in the morning but we got a little busy." My father explained.

"Sorry I didn't know about that! We could go shopping instead of this HGTV here." Claudia apologised, but my dad laughed it off.

"Come on girl, it was needed, food can wait." As my dad said that, they both looked at me, as they were expecting something. I signed, knowing I won't run from this, but to be honest, I felt terrible, leaving them both alone. My paranoia filled my brain, made scenarios of what they would do, without me in the house. It wasn't even sex, but I was afraid of that also, but those accidental touches, talking to each other as they would know themself for years. This knotted my stomach so much, but at the same time... it was arousing?

"Okay I'll go" I said, holding my hands up, as a sign of surrender. "What do we need exactly?"

As we together filled up a grocery list, Claudia asked if I could catch a hardware store for some screws, and maybe coffee on my way back. "So you could have more time with my father?" I thought instantly, but I didn't say anything. I got my car keys and went shopping. While driving my mind was filling itself up with some "porn plot" they would play out. I felt my dick getting harder, and with it, shame built up in me. "Do I really get hard, thinking about this?" I asked myself. When I got to the hardware store it was already 2 pm. I couldn't withstand this train of thoughts that was running all this time in my head. As I went looking for those screws, I got an idea to call them. To check on them of course, but asking if they need anything else, would be a good excuse.

Claudia didn't pick up, of course. "It's hard to look at the phone with a xl dick in your pus- I mean, she must be just busy!". It was a massive relief then my dad picked up almost immediately.

"What's up boy? On your way home?"

Why would he ask that? He wants to know how long they can fuck?

"Noo, far from it. Do you need anything from hardware? Like other screws or tool or -"

"Oh shit-"

"Everything alright?"

"Y-yeah, just... a mouse ran through!"

What a liar...

"A mouse?! You want me to buy some traps?" I acted like a moron, because that's what I'm good at.

"No no! I thought it was a mouse but it was just some trash.. yeah." As he said that I swear I heard Claudia's giggling in the background. The hell they were doing... Was she blowing him or something?

"All right! By the way, could you give me Claudia for a moment? I need to ask her something"

"Umm... Claudia? No I can't she's... she's in the garage, looking for something."

"For what? Maybe I can bu-"

"Ughm... Sorry son but I gotta go! Somebody is calling from the job, you know the warehouse is open this weekend so..."

"Yeah yeah, I get it, bye then!

"Y-yeah, bye!" He murmured as he hung up...

It was more than a confirmation for me. Although I didn't see them, this must've been a bj session going on. "I hope he does cum as fast as me - I mean, I hope it just didn't happen." I grabbed what I needed and rushed home. When I was in the car, i got a message from Claudia:

Don't forget the coffee!

"So he doesn't cum as fast if they still need more time... Or she just really wants coffee!" I lied to myself.

___

Being only 15 minutes from home, a local pizza place's car drove by me, in the opposite direction. It got me an idea for some "fast food night" today. I know this may not be important to the story but this was just unpleasant from them, I'll explain in a moment.

As I got out of the car, and took bags from the trunk, I stood in front of the door. I was trying to check if I could hear anything. To be fair, I don't know what I was hoping for, moaning? There was no sound at all, but when I got in, a sight of both of them welcomed me.

At first glance, it was normal. Two people watching tv. But when I got bags in the kitchen I noticed that Claudia, now wearing a hoodie and shorts, was lying on the sofa, with her feet on my dad's lap, as he was sitting on the other side. With no thought he was massaging her toes and glared at the screen. It seemed like they didn't even notice me coming. And to be honest I don't think it is so normal to play with your future daughter in law feet? Why did they get so casual with it?

"I'm home!" I announced myself. "Honey, why is my dad massaging you?" I asked, concerned.

"I proposed it!" My dad answered first.

"Yeah, my feet sore a little"

"That's from the work you are doing for this house, Cloudy"

Great, they were nicknames now.

"Are you jealous honey?" My fiancée asked, with a little disregarding tone.

"N-no. Why would I..." I was too pathetic to answer her honestly, and weirdly I got the vibe that she knew about this.

I quickly found other, less "sexy" reasons to be mad tho.

"Hey! You ordered pizza?! Then what was my riding for?"

"Easy boy, we didn't know when you'll get back. And we didn't eat anything in the morning" Dad opened up one of the boxes. "We left some for you, get a bite, cuz you must be mad from hunger" he laughed.

I was mad at them for being so lovely with each other. I sighed and grabbed the leftovers. As I moved towards the sofa, none of them moved even an inch, so I got the message, and I sat on the chair, next to them.