SPH-THEMED EROTICA STORIES

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Part 2…

“HOPE?!”

The color drained from Charity’s face as she stared into the phone’s camera. Her voice, usually so confident and teasing, cracked like a brittle branch. Her body was shimmering with sweat.

My heart stopped, I froze on the bed, my hand still wrapped around my tiny, throbbing dick. The TV screen on the wall, which had been showing Charity’s face just moments ago, now displayed a blank image.

I turned my head slowly, and my stomach ached. There, in the doorway of our bedroom, stood Hope. Our daughter. My medical student daughter, who had just walked in on me, naked and waxed, lying in bed with my little dick in hand while her mother was on the other end of a FaceTime call, was being a slut.

Hope stood there showing no emotion on her face, just a slight gap between her lips as she gasped. Her green eyes, so much like Charity’s, flicked from me to the TV screen, back to me, and then down to my hand. Her face twisted–was it disgust? Shock? Horror? I couldn’t tell.

Hope is a beautiful young woman, a near genetic clone of her mom. I know it’s not right, I know it makes me some horrible person, but the past few years have been… odd. She was my baby girl who now looked just like the woman I had sex with 25 years ago. No one prepares you for that, no one talks about how confusing that is for a man.

“Daddy?” she said, “What the FUCK is going on?”

“Hope.” I didn’t know what to say. What could I say? My hand was still on my dick, for God’s sake. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t even breathe.

“Where’s Mom?” Her brow furrowed, her mind unable to comprehend what was happening. I expected her to storm out. I expected her to yell, to stomp out of the room. But, she didn’t. She stepped in and stepped closer. Why didn’t I yell? Why didn’t I tell her to leave? Why was I unable to move?

“She’s… she’s out,” I stammered, finally pulling my hand away from my crotch. My face burned with shame.

“Out?” Hope’s confusion quickly shifted to anger. “Out getting fucked? Was that? Oh my God, that was live, wasn’t it?”

My heart sank. She’d seen it. She’d seen everything. The way he fucked her, hard and deep, while she moaned my name and teased me about my tiny dick. The way I lay there, lust drunk, teasing my tiny penis.

“Hope, listen,” I began, but she cut me off. I scrambled to my feet, my heart pounding. I grabbed my pants from the chair beside the bed. But Hope wasn’t having it. Before I could even pull them on, she lunged forward, pushing me to a seated position on the bed and snatched my pants from my hands, yanking them away, leaving me exposed.

“No!” she shouted. “You don’t get to cover up! God, this is… this is humiliating. You should be embarrassed!” Her words pierced me.

“Honey…”

“No,” she snapped. “You don’t get to talk. You don’t get to explain this away. I just walked in on my dad–my DAD–jerking off his tiny little dick, while my mom gets fucked by someone else. What the hell is wrong with you? What the hell is wrong with both of you?!”

I felt out of control, and shame, like a child being scolded for something they knew they had done wrong. But what could I say? How could I explain this to her? How could I make her understand that this arrangement was what kept our marriage alive?

A genuine huff of laughter broke out from my daughter, looking down at my penis. My eyes darted down to my lap, my little purple dick head barely poked out two inches in my seated position. “Jesus, Dad!” She covered her mouth as she giggled.

Just then, her phone buzzed. She pulled it out of her pocket, her fingers trembling as she unlocked it. Her eyes skimmed the screen, and her face twisted.

“Mom,” Hope said with disgust as she answered the call. She put it on speaker. Charity’s panicked voice filled the room.

“Oh, Hope! Honey! I’m so sorry you saw that. I’ll be home soon, and we’ll talk. You can ask all your questions, and we’ll be happy to answer. But, please, Honey… no one else can ever know about this. No one.”

I could see the conflict in Hope’s eyes — anger, betrayal, and confusion. She clutched the phone so tightly her knuckles turned white.

“You think I’m going to keep this… this sick little secret for you?” Hope spat. “You think I’m just going to pretend I didn’t walk in on my dad jerking his little dick while you’re out getting fucked by some random guy? Are you serious right now?”

Charity’s voice broke, softer now, almost pleading. “Hope, please… I’m begging you. This isn’t just about me. It’s about all of us. Our family. Our lives. If anyone finds out…” Hope didn’t let her finish. She cut the call, her face full of disbelief, and shoved the phone back into her pocket.

“Fuck!” Hope screamed. “All I wanted was to surprise you guys, and now my life is ruined!” She turned with exaggerated force and stormed out of the room. The sound of her stomping down the hall echoed through the house, followed by the slam of her bedroom door.

“Shit,” I muttered under my breath, my whole body trembling as I finally pulled my pants on. How could we have let this happen? We’d been so careful, so meticulous. We never talked about him in front of the girls, never used his name, never even texted about it. This was supposed to stay between me and Charity. It was our secret, our private world. But, I’d gotten careless since the girls started college; they were gone so much I had gotten sloppy.

My mind was a whirlwind of panic, but I had to be ready for Charity. She’d be home soon, and we’d have to face this together. The silence in the house was broken only by the faint sound of the clock ticking in the hallway. Each second felt like an eternity.

Finally, I heard it–the low rumble of the garage door opening. I stood frozen in the middle of the bedroom, waiting. Moments later, the door flew open, and Charity burst in, her face flushed and fear in her eyes. Her hair was a tangled mess, her lipstick smeared, and her clothes were disheveled. The faint scent of sex still clung to her, mingling with her perfume.

“Jason,” she gasped. “Oh God, Jason, what happened? Where’s Hope?”

I opened my mouth to answer, but all I could do was stare at her. This is it. This is the moment everything falls apart. The weight of what had happened pressed down on me, crushing the air from my lungs. Charity stepped closer, her hands reaching out to grip my arms, her nails digging into my skin.

“Tell me,” she pleaded, her voice breaking. “Tell me what happened. Please, Jason.”

“She… she saw everything. The TV, me, you. Him.”

“Oh God,” she whispered, falling on the bed, covering her face with her pillow. We decided we had to talk to her, and we couldn’t wait till morning. Every step down the hall to Hope’s room felt like a challenge. Charity gripped my hand hard as we made it to her door and knocked.

“We have to talk,” I pleaded, “Mom’s here, we’re coming in.”

Hope’s room was dimly lit, the warm glow of her bedside lamp casting long shadows across the walls. She sat on her bed, wearing her glasses, her laptop open like she had been studying or reading. Charity and I stood in the doorway, hesitant, unsure of how to even begin.

“Hope,” Charity started. “We’re so sorry. We never meant for you to see that.”

Hope’s eyes snapped up to meet her mother’s, “Do you have any idea how I feel right now? I can’t even… I’m at a loss for words to describe what I just saw. It was like watching some twisted porno, but worse because it was you, Mom. You and someone else. And then, to see my father masturbating to it! Jerking the smallest dick I’ve seen since I stopped babysitting. Do you know how messed up that is to see you cheating on Daddy?”

“It’s not like that, sweetheart,” Charity responded. “I know it’s a lot to process. But we’ve always had an arrangement — your father and I. It’s something we’ve done for years, and it’s something that works for us. It’s not cheating, I never cheated, it’s never been a secret between us. We’re honest with each other, and honesty and love go hand in hand.”

Hope let out a bitter laugh, shaking her head. “Honesty? Honesty? Are you serious? You’ve been keeping this–this… whatever it is–a secret for years. That’s not honesty. That’s… that’s deception.”

“Hope, please,” I said softly. “You have to understand why we kept this from you. It’s just… It’s something very private between your mother and me. It’s not something we ever thought we’d have to explain to you. But now that you’ve seen… now that you know… We’ll do whatever it takes to help you through this. Just tell us what you need.”

Hope’s eyes locked on mine, and for a moment, she just stared. Her gaze was piercing, like she was seeing me in a way she never had before. She closed her computer and placed it on her nightstand. Then, slowly, she leaned back on her hands, her expression shifting from anger to something else–something curious, almost calculating.

“Whatever it takes?”

“Of course.”

“You’re going to answer all my questions honestly? A do whatever it takes? That’s what you just said.”

“Yes, I mean it. We mean it.” I smiled, trying to convey warmth and compassion.

“Okay then. I need to know everything, and I need to know if what I saw was real. If… if you’re really…” She trailed off, her eyes dropping to my waist, and I felt my face burn with shame.

She took a breath, stood up, and said, “I want to see it again, but this time it’s my choice to see it, I am the one in control now.” She pointed to my crotch and cocked her head.

“Hope,” Charity interjected, “That’s not–”

“No,” Hope interrupted. “You guys just promised me you would do anything. And, this is what I am asking for. Listen, I’m a medical student. I can handle this, Dad. I’ve studied genetics. I need to know if this is something I should worry about, not just for myself, but also for my future children. Jesus, what if I have a son and pass on this… small penis gene? Please, daddy show it to me, get naked for me, show me your penis.” She pleaded.

My heart was pounding so hard I could feel it in my ears. This was crazy, sick, twisted, but I wasn’t in the right frame of mind to make wise choices; my perversion was taking control. Was she just genuinely medically curious, or was she up to something more?

“Okay,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. “If… if this is what you need, then… I’ll do it.”

Hope didn’t say anything, just watched as I took my shirt off, and untied my joggers, my fingers fumbling as I tried to ignore the heat rising in my cheeks.

“Go on.” Charity egged me on. Was she daring me to do it?

I let them fall, letting them pool at my feet before stepping out and kicking them to the side. I looked at the ceiling, unable to meet my wife’s or daughter’s gaze.

There I was, completely naked in front of my wife and daughter. I crossed my arms over my chest, trying to shield myself from their gaze, but it was no use. They were both looking, and I felt every inch of my body burn with shame.

Hope’s eyes widened slightly, and she leaned forward. “Wow,” she murmured. “I… I didn’t realize it was that small.” She hadn’t seen it flaccid earlier, and now, looking down at it, it seemed comically small.

I flinched at her words, my face flushing even hotter. “That’s small.” It wasn’t like I didn’t know it was true, but hearing her say it out loud–hearing my daughter say it–was too much.

Hope stepped closer, her curiosity overriding any discomfort. She stared at my small, soft dick, not much more than the head sticking out above my balls.

“Dad, I need you to… You know, get hard,” Hope said, her voice matter-of-fact. My face burned with humiliation. “I can’t get an accurate understanding otherwise.”

I didn’t just feel exposed; I felt vulnerable in a way I had never felt before. I expected disgust, judgment, maybe even pity. But instead, Hope’s expression was… curious.

“I…this is too awkward, I can’t.” For the first time in my life, my humiliation fetish betrayed me.

“Daddy, I am not trying to punish you.” She breathed, calming herself and changing her tone. “You understand why this is important, right? Genetics play a significant role in health outcomes, and if there’s a medical or hereditary factor at play, I should be aware of it. Like, if you had a blood disorder, it would be something we should know about, or even a mental illness. Knowing the family history on things like this can make a huge difference. I mean, you might actually have a micropenis, a real medical condition.”

“It’s not a micropenis.” I blushed knowing it was only slightly bigger.

Hope sighed, crossing her arms under her chest, lifting her firm breasts high on her chest. “Look, I know I am asking a lot from you, and this is awkward, maybe it would help if we all… I mean, if Mom and I…” Her voice trailed off, but the implication was clear. My eyes widened in shock. Charity’s face mirrored my disbelief.

“Hope, what are you suggesting?” Charity asked, her voice cautious but not entirely opposed.

“If Dad’s the only one exposed, it’s going to be hard for him to relax. Maybe if we take our tops off, it’ll level the playing field. Make it less… one-sided.” She said it so casually, as if it were the most normal suggestion in the world. “Plus, I’ve seen the way you look at me sometimes. I can tell you’re a breast man.”

Charity glanced at me; I could see the wheels turning in her mind. “Okay,” she said. “Let’s get this over with…” She pulled off her shirt, her large natural breasts filling that silky emerald green bra she was wearing earlier. She reached behind her back and undid the clasp, letting her bra fall to the floor.

Hope watched her mom for a moment before following suit. She peeled off her shirt slowly, her eyes locked on mine as if daring me to look away. When she finally slipped it off, revealing her bra, I was locked on. I knew her breasts were larger than Charity’s; she was visibly bigger even under her clothes. And, I’d seen her in bikini tops and sports bras; the girls were never modest around me, and Grace often teased her sister for having such large boobs. I remember Grace saying Hope wore a 34-F, as in “fuck’n huge,” she teased.

“Let’s be honest – that’s what you said, right? Daddy, I am not your little girl anymore. I know you’ve noticed. So, I am betting this helps.” She took a breath and pulled the straps down and pulling the cups off over her large, young tits.

The sight of them, both of them, was overwhelming. My embarrassment was bubbling in that way that enhanced my lust, and it was mingling with something else, something primal and undeniable. My body began to respond, however reluctantly, my little pecker pulsed, but didn’t get hard.

Hope’s eyes lingered on me. She tilted her head slightly, her lips curling into a wicked smile. “You know, Dad,” she teased, “Mom and I look so much alike, don’t we? But…” She paused, running her hands up her stomach before cupping her breasts and giving them a little shake. The movement made her young, taut breasts jiggle slightly, and she grinned as if she knew exactly what she was doing. “I think I’ve got her beat in this department. Can you imagine what it would feel like to have your little guy between them?”

To my shame, it worked; my penis pulsed to life quickly. Within seconds, my short dick was fully erect, bouncing with excitement.

“That’s… that’s it?” she asked.

“Yes,” I said, my voice barely audible. I jerked it a few times to show her. “That’s it.”

She leaned forward slightly, her brow furrowing as she studied me. “Is it… I mean, is it always like that? Or does it… get bigger?”

“That’s all I have.”

Hope sat back, hands on her hips, her expression shifting from curiosity to clinical. Her eyes narrowed slightly, and her lips parted as if she were about to ask a question she’d been holding back.

“I’ve been with a few boys now, and, Daddy–” she paused, her gaze dropping briefly before meeting mine again, “–you’re much smaller than even the smallest I’ve seen.” Her words hit me like a punch to the gut. “So…how big is it?” she finally asked.

“Actually, No! Don’t tell me… I want to measure it for myself,” she added. It wasn’t a request; it was a demand, as if this were the only way she could truly process what she was seeing.

Charity’s hand tightened on my shoulder, her presence a silent anchor, but she didn’t intervene.

“Okay,” I whispered. I felt like I was under a spell, completely unable to deny my daughter.

Hope didn’t wait for further encouragement. She stood up and crossed the room to her desk, where she rummaged through a drawer before pulling out a small, flexible sewing kit and measuring tape. She turned back to me, the tape coiled neatly in her hand.

She knelt in front of me, her breasts swaying as she moved. The sight of her there, so close, made my head spin. I wanted to look away, to shut my eyes and pretend this wasn’t happening, but I couldn’t.

She carefully extended the measuring tape, her fingers reaching out, taking me in her soft hand. A chill shot down my spine as she made contact with me.

“Damn,” she sighed with a tinge of amusement, as she engulfed my full length in her small hand. “My hand covers you completely. Some of the guys I’ve been with were significantly larger than me. I mean… how does Mom even–” She cut herself off, shaking her head as if finally understanding what she had just become aware of.

My entire body was tense as she noted the number and then pulled back. “3.5 inches,” she said quietly, almost to herself. “They say average is 5-6 inches, but I guess I’ve been lucky.” She looked at the tape measure in her hand and pulled it out 7 to 8 inches. “I think all of the guys I’ve seen have been above average.” She said it with what seemed like a hint of joy.

“Daddy, I… I was just reading online.” She hesitated. “WebMD says a micropenis is 3.67 inches or less.” She let that news linger.

“Hope. I am pretty certain a micropenis has to be less than two and a half inches.” I was certain that’s what I had read years ago.

“I think you’re mistaken, Daddy, or maybe the information has changed.” She offered, then reached for her laptop, still sitting on her nightstand, and within seconds, she showed it to me. “A micropenis in adults is defined as a stretched flaccid penis that is 3.67 inches (9.32 cm) or less.”

“A stretched flaccid is pretty much the same as erect,” She shared. “Do you think you stretch more than that?”

“Fuck!” I knew it was small, I’ve thrived on being teased about it by my wife, and I just didn’t know it was a micropenis. Something about that hurt, and I didn’t know what to say, so I just nodded, my eyes dropping to the floor. But I quickly refocused as Hope took the tape and wrapped it around me.

“Awe… It’s kinda thin too. Not even four inches round.” She pouted.

Hope stood up, the measuring tape still in her hand. “Mom was saying such mean things,” she began, her voice quieter now, less clinical. “She was making fun of you, teasing you for having a small penis.”

“It’s… It’s not what you think. Your father has… a complicated fetish.” Charity educated. “He has an unusual connection between humiliation and arousal.”

Hope’s confusion was evident. “But… why would you want to be humiliated like that? Why would you let her say those things?”

I took a deep breath, forcing myself to meet her gaze. “It’s not about humiliation in the way you’re thinking,” I explained. “Your mother’s teasing, her words… they’re not meant to hurt me. They’re part of how we connect and how we keep things exciting. And, as you can see, it’s also about being honest. I indeed have a small penis. I wish to god I didn’t, but I do. So, I’d rather hear her say it’s small, than to pretend it isn’t.”

Charity nodded, her hand squeezing my shoulder gently. “It’s about trust, Hope. About being completely open with each other, even in ways that might seem strange or unconventional to others. Your father and I… we’ve found a way to make our relationship work, to keep it strong and fulfilling, even if it’s not what most people would consider ‘normal.'”

Hope was silent for a long moment, her eyes flicking between the two of us as she processed what we were saying. Then, slowly, she nodded. “Okay,” she said quietly. “I… I think I understand. It’s just… It’s a lot to take in.”

“We know,” Charity assured.

Hope looked at me, her gaze lingering for a moment before she nodded again. “Okay,” she repeated. “I… I think I need to sit down.” She sat on the edge of her bed, Charity and I joining her, sitting on each side of her. I was still naked and rock hard, sitting on Hope’s bed with my topless wife and her look-alike daughter.

“So… you just go hook up with some random guy and then FaceTime dad?”

“God, no!” Charity shook her head. “It’s not like that at all, we, we have rules. And, he’s not random.”

“Rules?”

“Yes, and no secrets is the first rule, and your father and I have no secrets from one another. Second, no romance – I can have sex with other men, but not a relationship. Your father is my love, my life; the other guys just give me what your dad can’t. The next rule goes with that one; I am never allowed to deny your father his pleasure. He is still my husband, even when I am with another man, and he has sexual needs, too. The next rule is simple, no one else can ever know, and no one has… until now.” Charity let Hope digest that information for a bit.

“Who… who is he? You said he’s not a random guy, so… do I know him? It was hard to see his face.” She asked.

“He’s a friend, you don’t know him. You just have to trust me when I say he’s safe, he’s discreet, and he’s good to me. Good for me…. good for us.” My wife explained.

“He looked huge on the screen… the biggest I’ve seen.” Hope giggled. “Does it hurt?”

“He’s very big, and yes, sometimes it does hurt – but in a good way.” As Charity talked, Hope gripped my little guy in her hand, slowly playing with me.

“So… you like big dicks, dad’s is small, you have sex with a trusted friend, and dad likes to watch and enjoys being humiliated… is that right?” Hope summarized. I leaned back, providing her more access to my dick.

“Yes, that’s about right,” Charity sighed.

“Well, the old rules aren’t working anymore. I know, and I think Grace should know too. I think we’ll all learn to like this new life and some new rules.” Hope urged.

My chest tightened as Hope’s fingers continued to toy with me; her touch was more exploratory than sexual. Her words lingered. I didn’t know whether to feel terrified or intrigued. And unlike my wife, I hadn’t gotten off yet; my mind was foggy with lust.

“New rules?” Charity finally managed to say, “Hope, this… this isn’t something you can just–”

“Why not?” Hope interrupted. Her fingers tightened slightly around me, and I couldn’t suppress a soft groan. “I’m not a child anymore, Mom. Neither is Grace. We’re adults, and if you’re going to live like this, then we deserve to be a part of it, in our way.”

I swallowed hard, my mind racing. Part of it? What did that even mean? My thoughts were a jumbled mess, but my body–my traitorous body–was reacting to her touch in ways I couldn’t control.

“You’re so tiny,” Hope murmured, almost to herself now, her fingers exploring me with a curiosity that was both innocent and devastatingly erotic. “Oh! Did you like that? Is that how it’s done?” She asked, feeling me throb.

“Yes.” I huffed. Hope chuckled with a bit of pride.

“Hope, this isn’t appropriate. We’ve kept this part of our lives private for a reason. It’s not something we ever intended to involve you in.” My wife explained.

Hope’s eyes flicked up to meet her mother’s, and I saw something flash in them–a challenge, a defiance. “And yet, here we are,” she said simply. “I’m already involved, whether you like it or not. So, let’s stop pretending. Let’s make this work for all of us.”

I felt a shiver run through me. “Hope…” I started, but my voice came out weak, shaky. I cleared my throat, trying to steady myself. “This isn’t… this isn’t what we wanted for you. For Grace.”

Hope tilted her head, her gaze piercing. “But now that I know, I’m not just going to pretend it doesn’t exist. Isn’t that exactly what you were just saying? That you want the truth to be known and spoken?”

Hope’s hand moved again, her fingers lightly tugging my foreskin up over the ridge of my head and back down, over and over. I bit my lip, trying to stifle the sounds threatening to escape me. “I knew you were small, but… Jesus, Dad, it’s like a little button.” She trailed off, but her meaning was clear.

“When? How… how did you know I was…small?”

Hope bit her lip, looking guilty. “I saw what was in your nightstand… Grace and I both. One night, when you guys were out, we snooped around your room. And, when we opened your nightstand drawer, and found the toys – the dildos and… there was something else, it was like a fake dick but not a dildo.”

“A penis sleeve, it’s a sleeve that goes over him to make it bigger,” Charity explained.

“Oh! That makes sense now. Well, after I saw all that, I started putting the pieces together.”

“Pieces? What pieces?”

“Well, obviously the sex toys, but I don’t know … um, well, mostly just little things like we never saw you naked, you’re always very careful about changing in front of us, even when we were sharing a hotel room on trips. Mom, Grace, and I would just change out in the open, but you’d always go to the bathroom. The way you filled out, or in your case, didn’t fill out your swimsuit. Things like that…mostly. I just figured it wasn’t big, but not this small.”

“Hope,” Charity said again, but there was less conviction in her voice now. Less resistance. “This isn’t normal… It’s not appropriate, you’re our daughter.”

“Mom, normal and appropriate left the station a long time ago.” Hope’s lips curved into a small, knowing smile. “You’ve been living this way for years, Mom. You’ve been with your… friend, and Dad’s been okay with it. More than okay, from what I saw. Why not finally stop all the lies?”

I looked at Charity, and for the first time, I saw something in her eyes that I hadn’t expected–curiosity. Interest. She was considering it, and that realization sent a strange thrill through me.

“What are you suggesting, exactly?” Charity asked, her voice cautious but not dismissive.

“Catching you guys may have been shocking, but it also helped me to be able to see it, like see dad, and see how much bigger your friend is. Maybe we can orchestrate an accidental situation. You could invite your friend over, and we could… accidentally catch you in the act. That way, it’s out in the open for all of us.”

I blinked, my mind struggling to keep up with her words. “Then what?” I asked, my voice hoarse, my body still reacting to her touch.

I felt a strange mix of fear and excitement churning inside me. This wasn’t just a suggestion; it was a challenge–one that threatened to upend everything we’d worked so hard to keep hidden. But Hope’s confidence and her calm demeanor made it feel almost inevitable.

“I am going to tell Grace either way. I meant it earlier when I said we deserve to know; this could still be a genetic issue that we should be aware of. And… I think you guys secretly want this, I mean, here we are – topless, in my room, and I’ve been playing with dad’s little dick, and neither of you has told me to stop.”

Charity was silent for a long moment, her eyes locked on Hope’s. Then, slowly, she nodded. “Okay,” she said softly. “Okay.”

Hope’s smile turned triumphant, and she leaned in closer to me, her breath warm against my ear. “Don’t worry, Daddy,” she whispered. “You’re going to love it.”

I couldn’t believe this was happening; I couldn’t believe we were actually considering it. But as Hope continued to jerk my dick lightly, her touch sending another wave of pleasure through me, I realized… I didn’t want it to stop. I didn’t want her to stop.

“Hope,” I managed to say. “Are you sure…?”

“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life, Dad,” she said softly. “This is going to change everything. For all of us.”

“B T Dubs,” Hope spoke up, “I think you’d better take care of this?”She teased, wiggling my dick at Charity, “I think his balls might actually explode,” She joked, but I was almost certain it was true. I was on the verge of shooting a load all over my daughter’s hand.

Charity grabbed her top off the floor, her ass facing me. Top off, tits exposed. Pencil skirt clinging to her ass. I grabbed her. Right there in Hope’s room, I grabbed my wife by the hips, bent her over the desk, and lifted her skirt. God, she smelled strong of arousal. I couldn’t have stopped if I had wanted to. I plunged my hand down between her legs. No panties! I felt her warm, wet cunt.

She arched for me, she bent down low to allow me access, my small size always giving me trouble doing her from behind. The need to feel her, to be inside her, is overwhelming. I tried desperately to fuck her, the tip of my dick barely making contact with her.

“Oh, baby, you know you’re not big enough for that.” She teased. “Use your hole, my pussy’s too stretched out anyway.” Years ago, she started referring to her asshole as “my hole.” It was the one I got to use when she was too sore or stretched out by the other guys, and I was the only one allowed to fuck it.

I repositioned myself and thrust deep inside her. I wish I could say she yelped, she panted, and heaved as I fucked her asshole. But, she barely flinched as I sank all 3.5 inches of my little dick inside her.

“God!” I winced as I sank in.

“Fuck!” With the second thrust, my hands gripped her tight.

“Fuck NO!” I cried at the third stroke, my body tensed, Head thrown back. I came inside her. Pathetic, three pumps are all it took. I continued to pump my load as I convulsed in pleasure, flopping forward and grabbing her dangling breasts. “Fuuuuuuuuck!” I sighed.

“Wow,” Hope said, filled with a mix of awe and amusement. “That was fast.”

“So, I was thinking,” she continued as if interrupted by nothing more than a sneeze. “Grace is at the game in Springfield. I saw her car in the driveway, so she must’ve ridden with someone else. I’ll text her and let her know I decided to surprise you guys with a visit and will pick her up on the way.” She paused, a sly smile creeping across her lips. “That should give you guys plenty of time to get everything else set up in the morning.”

Charity pulled her skirt back down in place and slipped her top on as she listened, taking it in. “Hope, I get what you’re saying, but maybe we should just talk to her about it first.”

Hope shrugged. “She’ll be fine, trust me. I promise, the only way to really understand this is to see it,” she explained, her tone matter-of-fact. “If you guys had just sat me down and told me about it, I’m not sure I’d ever understand why you do this. But… seeing you guys like that–how small Daddy’s penis is, how big your ‘friend’ is, how hard he made you cum, and how much you both love one another–it’s impossible to truly get it without witnessing it firsthand. Now it’s Grace’s turn. It’s only fair.” She pulled out her phone, her fingers already tapping out a message

Charity let out a long exhale, her shoulders slumping slightly. “Alright,” she said.

Hope hit send on her message and slipped her phone back into her pocket. “Grace will be thrilled to see me. She’ll think it’s just a fun surprise, and it will be – just the surprise will be on her.”

“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” Charity asked.

“Yes,” I admitted I hadn’t felt this kind of excitement, this raw thrill, in years. There was something so naughty, so forbidden, about what was happening–something that sent a rush of heat through me that I hadn’t anticipated.

She leaned in closer, her breath warm against my ear. “Then… let’s stop pretending.” She was right — the idea of letting go and embracing this newfound openness was exhilarating.

“After all,” she smiled, “what could be more humiliating than having both of our daughters see your tiny, little pee pee get all worked up while watching your hot wife fuck a much bigger cock?”

To Be Continued…

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