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“Are you serious?!” I gasped after hearing Mom tell Dad and me to strip. “I thought we were just going to be your assistants today ... like washing dishes and cleaning the house or something.”
“We might be having you guys doing those things later,” Erika explained, “but right now, you’re going to be our ‘sensual assistants’. So listen to your mother, Charlie ... and get naked!”
“Better do what they want. We don’t want any trouble ... They may try waterboarding next,” Dad joked. Both of us were blindfolded and obviously unsure about the intentions of our wives.
Remembering how liberating it had been being naked most of the previous day, I heeded the women’s demand and began shedding my t-shirt. My tented boxers soon followed. As expected, the whole situation had caused me to sprout to my full 5 ½ inches, which I tried to hide as best I could.
“Ah Ah, Ah no hands,” commanded Erika.
“That goes for you to, Bob ... Anyway, I thought you’d be happy displaying your full glory to your lovely daughter-in-law,” Mom teased.
“Stare if you must, ladies. I’ve got nothing to hide,” conceded Dad, surely happy to provide another opportunity for my wife ogle his thick 7 1/2 incher.
“OK, gentlemen, let’s take a little walk,” said Mom. I felt someone grab my cock and lead me though the living room and out to the deck. When we stopped, Dad and I were told to put our backs against the wall. At that point, I felt a pair of rubber handcuffs going around my wrists and clicking into place. Erika (I guess) then guided my arms up until the middle chain part of the cuffs had hooked into something on the wall arms length above me.
“Lucky for us we put these hooks her for hanging heavy potted plants, right Bob?” I heard Mom say. “Who knew they had tons of other uses?”
“Charlie, are you handcuffed and attached to the wall by one of those hooks your mother just mentioned?”
“Sure am.”
“Just checking.”
“Well now, Erika,” began Mom, “how should we get back at these guys for snooping on us?”
“Well, if you don’t mind, I certainly know one way for Charlie.”
I knew what she probably had in mind ... and it was baaaad.
“Are you ticklish here?” she said poking a finger into my armpit, at which point I started laughing hysterically, telling her to stop. She knew full well how ticklish I was and was constantly looking for opportunities to torture me. This provided the perfect chance for her, and I knew she wanted to relish it.
“How about here? ... and here?” she continued, poking and probing everywhere. I was completely helpless as she tickled all of my weak spots until I was begging for her to stop. I could hear everyone (even Dad) laughing at my torture.
“Et tu, Brute,” I growled in Dad’s general direction before I was again attacked by her talented fingers. Gasping for breath, I warned Erika that I was going to pee if she didn’t stop. Needless to say ... she didn’t stop. After a minute more of her tortuous tickling, and despite my continued pleas and warnings to stop, I couldn’t hold back any longer and let an involuntary stream jet out.
“There he blows!” quipped Mom unexpectedly. I gained control a bit too late and felt the remnants of the urine I’d ejaculated dripping down my shaft and balls. “I hadn’t seen him do that since he was a baby,” Mom cackled hysterically. I was so embarrassed at what they had just witnessed. The only consolation was that since Dad was blindfolded, he didn’t see what transpired. That somehow did not prevent him from ragging me.
“I’ll be sure to pick up some Depends for you next time I’m in town, Charlie,” he managed to get out between loud guffaws. “Didn’t know you were into water sports.”
“Since you enjoy laughing so much, old man, why don’t I help you out a little, too,” I heard Mom interject before I could get in a good comeback.
To my immediate right, I heard Dad’s laugh grow in intensity as Mom obviously started pushing his buttons just as skillfully as Erika had pushed mine.
“How about here, Bob? ... How about in this area?” I heard Mom say over and over, until Dad, too, was yelping and gasping for air. After a couple of minutes, it was Erika announcing, “There he blows!”
I had no idea how much she was able to coax from her assault, but judging by the shouts and giggles emanating from the ladies, his stream was pretty spectacular ... almost tagging one of the torturers.
“Guess you’ll have to put in for a double pack of Depends, old man,” I retaliated. “Seems that prostate of yours isn’t as strong as you thought.”
Still coming down from his giggle fit, he conceded defeat. “Ya got me there, Charlie. Hope nobody got hit by friendly fire,” he said to the ladies.
“No harm, dear,” assured Mom. “We just hope this helped you both learn your lesson about snooping where you shouldn’t,” replied Mom.
“Well ... I’m sure I speak for Charlie when I say ... we definitely have,” panted Dad.
“I concur!” I added loudly.
The girls appeared to accept our apology, and in no time, I felt my loins being expertly cleansed with wet wipes.
“One advantage of being smooth, dear, is that clean up is a snap,” I heard Mom explain to Erika. “Just a few quick wipes, and you’re done.”
“You know...” Dad chimed in, “you don’t have to stop. I think you might have missed a spot or two.”
He was obviously enjoying the attention as much as I was.
“Hold your horses, Bob,” chided Mom, finishing up. “There you are ... Good as new. Don’t they look just wonderful, Erika? Two strapping men at our complete disposal.”
Before his daughter-in-law could reply, Dad chimed in, “Man ... it’s like being a piece of beef on display in a butcher shop,” whispered Dad.
“Well, from where we’re standing, the meat looks pretty good, doesn’t it Erika?” giggled Mom.
“Sure does,” she agreed. “Mind if we have a sample, gentlemen?”
“I’m sure I speak for Charlie when I say, ‘Help yourselves, ladies,’” answered Dad eagerly.
“What he said,” I added, not sure what was coming next.
“First, I think Erika and I should get a little more comfortable. Don’t you, darling?” Mom suggested.
“I think it would feel great,” she replied.
“Well then, let’s give the guys a little surprise before we sample our succulent beefcakes”
“Hey, who turned on the lights,” I heard Dad exclaim. A moment later my blindfold was unexpectedly lifted off my eyes and placed on my brow. The light was blinding, but my eyes adjusted quickly, so that I was able to see the two robed ladies standing in front of us captives. I looked over at Dad and he was in the same condition I was.
“What have we gotten ourselves into, boy?” he asked ... a huge toothy grin betraying his tone of concern.
“I feel like I’m in one of your teenage wet dreams,” I joked.
“Well, you know, those always ended well ... if a bit messy,” he retorted. “You have any idea what kind of surprise these two devious women have in mind for us?”
“Not a clue. But can’t surprises be both good and bad?” I said nervously.
We both turned our slightly worried faces to the girls, who were both grinning wickedly.
“That’s right, Charlie,” confirmed Mom.
“Our surprise is much the same,” continued Erika.
“Which would you like first, boys ... the good surprise...” asked Mom with a smile.
“Or the bad surprise?” finished Erika with an over-exaggerated frown.
Dad and I looked at each other with a bit more dismay in our faces. “They always say, go with the bad news first...” sighed Dad.
“I guess we’ll start with that, then,” I agreed.
“Final answer?” asked Mom, eyebrows raised suspiciously.
“Final answer!” said Dad resolutely.
“Well then ... Erika, the rings please,” requested Mom.
From her robe pocket, my wife produced two black rings.
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