Am I still the man in the house?

My Timid New Girlfriend Ch. 7

Warning

+++ The “My timid new girlfriend” series is meant to be way over the top and extremely overexaggerated, and the main character (the boyfriend/father) is meant to be absolutely dumb and blind to what is going on around him. The series is meant to be funny, light reading.

Of course, parts are erotic but for sure not for everyone.

Please be aware that in the different chapters there might be ingredients such as "creampie," "cheating," "femdom," "humiliation," "ridiculing," "contempt," "bareback," "unprotected sex," "BBC," "being auctioned," "gangbang," "reluctancy," and so on.

At the end, I have decided to publish the stories as "fetish."

Please join me in this silly saga, and I hope you enjoy the little jokes! +++

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I took a day off, planning to watch sports the entire day. I had prepared lots of finger food such as carrots, mozzarella sticks, and cucumber bites and bought myself plenty of Coca-Cola Light, looking forward to having an old-fashioned day doing nothing at all.

Well, besides cleaning the house, do the laundry, and water the flowers, that is. And I had to change my bedsheets again, because somehow, they got dirty again within 24 hours. I hadn’t noticed as I went to bed, but in the morning, I saw them right away. The stains looked like toothpaste, having an off-white color. The weird thing is that the stains were in the middle of the sheets and not at the top, where my head would rest. It looked as if they were caused by a prolonged, steady dripping instead of a one-time accident, such as dropping a spoon with yogurt. Maybe Lika had breakfast here, I don’t know. I dipped my finger into the largest puddle to see if it was yogurt. It was stickier than yogurt, and as I licked my fingertip, it tasted salty-sweet. The taste was not unpleasant; it reminded me of salted caramel, but like a new flavor. I tried again but couldn’t recognize the taste with my tongue.

April also wanted me to iron some lingerie of hers, so I carefully researched on Google how to do this. She told me not to make mistakes because she needed it that very night. I carefully memorized what I found: Iron with caution, use a low-heat setting, press rather than slide the iron, and always use a protective pressing cloth to prevent scorching or melting.

Another task I accomplished for them a week or two before the BBQ was that they wanted to have mounted on the wall near the marital bed on both sides a total of four heavy-duty horse-tying rings. Two on both sides at the head and two on both sides at the legs' end. Besides that, they wanted four leather leashes to be modified and have bolt snaps with locks on both ends. I dutifully did as they requested, and I even did some pulling tests on all wall-mounted rings and the leashes.

I thought they were very thoughtful in having a room where we could safely have our visitor's dogs on a leash. I guess they expected people to bring a couple of dogs, and I would be smart to have them on a leash during the BBQ.

I did have to go to several different hardware stores and explain more than once what I needed, because the employees of each store kept grinning at me. As I explained the whole thing, I had the feeling the store employee was laughing at me behind my back. As soon as he found everything I asked for, I paid, and the moment he said goodbye to me, he added something like, “Have fun with the SM," which I did not understand at all. The wall mounts were a size XL, and the locks at least a size L, so why did he think this was a size SM?

Still, I found the leashes to be a bit too long. A dog would easily be able to jump on the bed. For testing purposes, I attached one leash on each side of the head end ring, and I was able to hold them in both hands as I placed myself in the middle of the bed. Weird, I thought. But the girls had insisted on the longer length of the leashes, so I let it go.

As I was done, and I looked at my work, a silly, fleeing thought popped into my mind for a second, but I ignored it. "Stop having sexual thoughts," I reprimanded myself. Of course, since the day that April had forbidden me to masturbate secretly, I was having blue balls quite often. Daily, to be honest. In the first place, it was often caused by April herself, but she didn’t know she was doing this to me; she was much too innocent for that. It mostly would be a casual moment when Lika wasn’t present, and perhaps April might bend over, showing me her beautiful, juicy breasts through her deep décolletage, or she would bump backward into my crotch with her butt, making my penis hard in the very instant. April would always react with little phrases such as “Oh my, did you get your little wiener hard?” Or she would grab my stiff dick and ask me, “Are you hard or not? I can’t really feel the difference," giving me a condescending look.

In the beginning, by grabbing me like that, I would always come within a minute into my pants. Perhaps seconds. A couple of days later, something changed in her behavior, and she would make me hard every single day with her sexy teasing but then carefully prevent me from relieving myself. At least, that was what I thought, but that couldn’t be true, right? That was also the time she told me I had to save myself for her, and she forbade me to touch myself. Of course I wanted to marry her, so I did my very best to comply. Her teasing would start either while dressing in the morning or at breakfast, and my balls would hurt for hours.

She would also tease me after work, especially just before going out to a fundraiser or event. It was not her fault; she asked normal questions any girlfriend would ask her boyfriend, such as “Does this dress make me look slutty?” showing me a party dress where the upper part was completely transparent, clearly showing everybody her braless tits. Or she would ask me my opinion about big cocks and if I had any friends who had them. The worst one for me was when she was showing me the party dress she was wearing, and I could easily see through the hips' gap her swollen pussy mound. She always reacted to my worried look with things like “It is too warm to wear underwear.” Or “They won’t mind." When I asked who she meant with that, she would casually answer, “Those football players at the fundraising” or “Those Arabs at the event.”

I asked April once where she was going, and she replied with something like “lifestyle performance," but she didn’t really explain it to me. It must have been an art thing again because she didn’t ask me to join her. Art was the only thing I really didn’t want to spend my time on, and April was fine with that. Too bad all those events were in the evening, sometimes even deep into the night. I wanted to give her money for the cab, but she told me she didn’t need any; she would get paid at the event.

“Are you working there?” I asked, surprised.

“Yeah, you can call it that, but I would do it for free as well." She replied, giving me a wicked smile.

Oh, and of course the daily errand lists the girls would make for me and pin on the kitchen's pinboard, which I happily did, trying to be a good father and caring boyfriend. But it was still early; the girls normally didn’t want their orders brought before 6 PM, so I had plenty of time.

As I found the shopping lists on the pinboard, I saw several Post-it notes for both April and Lika to call back some guys. Josh had called for Lika two times and some from Antoine as well, asking to reschedule as early as possible. Mr. Steele left a message for my girlfriend asking on which day exactly they should have another go at her egg. I didn’t know she made such good omelettes; he probably had one and teased her about it, and in a playful way, she had probably promised him a much better egg next time. She was not the best cook, and she never made an omelette for me.

There was a second message from him, asking if she needed a predictor for her egg. I had the feeling that he was trying to make her egg his egg. It sounded important to him. No, not important; it felt possessive. Like a dominant male deciding how her future would be by taking her omelette. As if this was the forbidden fruit from Eden. It just felt funny to me, that's all.

Pete had called too to see if it was OK to bring Mitchell to the party. I didn’t know we were having a party, but I guess this was a party during the day, watching a football game, when I would be working. I remembered the last time we watched all together; they all made a bit of good-natured fun of me, including my girlfriend, as the guys from work were having beers and chips, and I sat there with my cucumber sticks. I guess April wanted to spare me this time the mean little jokes they made about me. Because that one time, some days ago, as I let the guys in, they occupied right away the two-seater sofa, which was standing in a straight line in front of the TV, and the girls occupied both armchairs, making me sit on a spare folding chair.

In front of everybody, April told me to "Get these real men some beers and food from the kitchen before I give them a treat." They all laughed at her joke, but I didn’t understand why. Sometimes, they would joke around, calling me their errand boi and saying that they wanted more beer. I took their rough humor lightly, glad that the girls were mingling with my male colleagues. Once, as another rough joke was told by one of them, I replied that perhaps they should tone down a little their rough jokes because of the girls present. The only answer I got was Pete saying, “But I know April likes it rough, don’t you, April?” grabbing her with his strong arms by her waist, and lifting her like a doll, placing her square on his lap. April giggled but didn’t try to escape. Quite the contrary, she wiggled her butt against his lap and countered his joke good-humoredly by saying, “Can’t be rough enough, honey.” And they all laughed, but I didn't.

As I came out of the kitchen with the beers and chips, my daughter Lika had changed places too, each of the girls now sitting on those hard laps, leaning backwards against their big chests. I put the drinks and food on the low coffee table, and April told me, “Honey, switch off the lights so we can enjoy the afternoon better" in a slightly commanding tone. “The TV is bright enough.” I dutifully turned around and switched all lights off. In my honest opinion, it was now very dark in our living room; I could see the game very well but barely our guests.

Before I could even sit down in my little chair, I could hear them giggling about their own jokes with my girlfriend, as Pete said, “I didn’t know football players had boobies," and tickled her boobs through the thin fabric of her top. April giggled, getting her boobies felt up, but didn’t remove his hands. She playfully countered, “If you only tickle them, you will never know for sure.” On which Pete lifted both her breasts with his big hands, asking, “Is this better?” as he lifted them up and down. “Am I a woman now, Pete?” April asked him, giving him a flirty look.

“Oh, I am not sure. "Pete grinned. They are the same size as mine.”

“So how will you figure this out then?” April teased him.

“I will show you later, babe. First, I need a drink.” Pete replied, finishing his beer in two big gulps.

I was a bit shocked at what they were doing, but I guess it was just a bit of friendly, good-humored playing. They had known each other since April arrived at our city, and I considered Pete a good friend. And April was always tanning topless, so I guess it didn’t matter much, right?

My daughter was not spared either: “So you are a football player? Mitchell asked her.

“Can’t you see my big melons?” Lika teased him, shaking her torso left and right.

They all laughed at her little joke because Lika had a size 32B and was smaller than April's 32D, but still, you could clearly see that she had breasts.

“Let me check,” Mitchell said to her, grinning. “We need to make sure you are not a football player," and he grabbed both her titties. “No,” he said, “nothing there," making fun of my young daughter.

“Try like this!” Lika replied, lifting her top, offering him her naked breasts.

“No need for a bra, right?” Mitchell teased her and grabbed her boobies.

“Young and perky, don’t you think?” Lika proudly replied.

“We will see in the morning if they still are perky, young lady.” Mitchell teased her again and finished his beer.

I didn’t know they were going to stay overnight, wondering where everybody would sleep. Perhaps... but my thoughts were interrupted by my girlfriend:

“Honey, get our men some more beers, will you?” April said.

“We ran out of beer," I replied.

“Well, go buy then, duh!” April smirked. “Pete and Mitchell had ****, and they are not allowed to drive anymore. Lika and I can make some room for them, and they can sleep with us girls in the marital bed. Your bed is too small for two anyway.”

I sighed and left to buy beer. The nearest night store was already closed, so I had to drive to the gas station, which was roughly 30 minutes away. As I got there, my mobile rang, and April told me to bring lots of eggs, bacon, and bread so I could make their studs a good breakfast tomorrow, because they will need it. In the background I heard my daughter giggle, as if she were being tickled. Seconds later, Lika gasped, as if she were surprised by something.

I heard April say to my daughter, "He is big, isn't he?"

I found my girlfriend's choice of words a bit too friendly. As if she were praising them in front of me. Lika had stopped giggling, and I believe she was having a lollipop or an ice cream, as I heard “Gwuag gwuag” noises and some other sucking noises.

“Wait a second,” April said to me, and I heard her get closer to Lika. “Your hair is in the way,” April said to my daughter. "Here, let me help you.” Lika didn’t reply, or at least, I didn’t hear anything. I did hear continuous slurping noises. Or was she eating something, maybe a hotdog or that big sausage we had in the fridge? April was teaching Lika table manners because she was telling her how to behave and what to do with sentences such as “Hold it with both hands," “You can take more," and “Good girl!”

I guess Lika was having that big sausage from the fridge, and April was admiring how hungry Lika can be for some good meat.

I heard more slurping sounds in the background coming from Lika, and I guess April was now getting hungry too, because she said in a sexy but pouting way, "I want some sausage too."

"You can have my meat," Pete said, being so kind to offer his to my girlfriend.

"Is it big enough for me?" April asked Pete in a teasing tone, as if he didn't want to share his beef.

"It will fill you all the way, sweetie."

After some unrecognizable noises, which all sounded very near to April, I thought for a moment that I heard a zipper being pulled down and a belt getting unbuckled, but that must have been my imagination. It was probably the commercial break, with all those beer commercials.

I heard twice a dull, soft sound of shoes falling on the floor. and some rustling of clothes.

"Here, have a seat, honey," Pete said.

I heard more noises, like some kind of soft brushing and a faint sliding, like naked skin sliding on each other.

Suddenly, April moaned loudly, and I guess she was surprised by Pete's generosity of sharing his meat; he must have given April everything he had, because I heard her moan again right away, emitting a loud "Ooooooh!" Probably from admiration or gratitude.

"So biiiig! " I heard April sigh, and I wondered how it was possible that April could speak and eat at the same time.

April then came back on the phone again, her voice a bit strained and out of breath, saying to no one in particular, “Use that pillow.” And then the line went dead. I didn’t make much of it, and luckily enough, I found everything April wanted and drove back home. Just before arriving, I got a WhatsApp from April telling me they went to bed and we would see each other at breakfast.

As I arrived home, I switched the lights on, and the living room was a total mess. There are no other words to describe it. The TV was still playing, but the game was long over. Empty beer cans were lying around on the carpet, together with food remains. Some of the thick sofa pillows were on the ground, aligned in a straight line, and they looked as if they had served like some kind of ramp.

The sofa itself had the remaining pillows stacked on top of each other, and it looked like a waist-high bench. I saw on some of the pillows the same kind of yogurt stains as I found on my bedsheets, and I really wondered what they had been doing here as I was gone. No wonder all the yogurt was always depleted in the fridge. I saw the shoes of the guys scattered on the floor, a loose belt, their socks, and a t-shirt. Lika's top had been thrown into one corner, and I believe April's bra was next to it. Two pairs of jeans had been thrown in one corner, and another t-shirt was lying around near the sofa.

I couldn’t serve the boys breakfast here! I needed to offer a warm, welcoming household as a good host! I had to clean up this mess before going to bed. So, I did. I left the groceries in the fridge and started collecting all clothes I could find, putting them in the laundry basket, including some of the covers of the sofa pillows, and placed the pillows back. Switching off the TV, I looked around, and it looked much better now. I picked up all the food remains and went to the kitchen to get a mop.

As I passed the marital bedroom, I saw light shine through under the door. I tried to open the door, but it was locked from inside. I guess they fell asleep with the lights on. As I was about to turn away, I heard a noise coming from the bedroom. Some kind of loud thud and lots of laughter. As if somebody fell off the bed. I recognized Lika's giggle, and I believe Mitchell's. There was some whispering going on between those two, and it sounded as if they were getting closer to the door.

“Come over here, honey," Mitchell said to my young daughter, just behind the door.

“Here I am, Daddy, ready for you," Lika answered. Her voice was even closer to the door than Mitchell's, as if she were standing between him and the bedroom door.

“Just like that, turn a little.” He said.

“Like this?” Lika asked.

“Yes, now lean here.”

The door moved on its hinges slightly outwards towards me, as if my daughter were leaning with her elbows against it, the door supporting her body weight.

“Happy?”

“Open wide.”

“What for Daddy? Will you teach me something?”

“Trust me, I will train and drill you.”

I heard some high heels clicking on the floor, as if my young daughter had changed her stance. Like a wider stance.

“Like this?” Lika asked, “Are you now going to give me some lessons, Daddy-Oh?”

“Good girl, stay like that." Mitchell praised her, his voice now being nearer to the door.

I could hear Mitchell take position behind her because his naked feet were making those typical soft slapping sounds and muted thuds from bare feet. He made a couple of small steps. He must have come really close to her, because I heard that typical swishing sound of silk when you touch it, that quiet, soft rustle. I recognized the sound because I would always handwash Lika's lingerie. Those were Lika's stockings making that noise.

“Oops.” Lika whispered, “You have to aim a little bit higher, Daddy.”

Were they playing darts? It sounded as if Mitchell were showing her. I didn’t remember having a game at home. But somehow Mitchell was not doing so well, and Lika was playfully teasing him.

“Can’t find the little bull's-eye, Daddy?” Lika said, in a somewhat flirty tone.

“You have long legs with those heels.” Mitchell grunted.

“Let me help you, Daddy.” And I heard some more clicking of her heels, as if she were changing her position. Was Lika making fun of him and showing him how to throw darts in a playful but exaggerated way?

I was about to ignore the whole thing and walk on as I heard Lika let out a long, deep moan. Did she hurt herself? Or was she starting to lose from Mitchell, and she moaned from disbelief? I saw him play darts many times at the office; he was sure tough to beat. And I think he was enjoying his dominance, as he whispered to Lika, “You like that?” and she could only groan in reply. Lika was getting a beating! I had to smile; Mitchell was clearly having his way with her, and I heard some kind of a rhythmic noise making it clear to me that he was in charge of their entertainment. Lika sounded as if she were on the receiving end. I guess soon he would finish her off and show her how hard real men play.

Some time passed, but I kept listening in. I could now hear Lika groan in a steady, rhythmic way, emitting deep and long incoherent noises. She must be frustrated by the punishment she was getting. I smiled and walked away, shaking my head, knowing that my daughter still had to learn a lot of things. Especially playing darts. Just as I reached the kitchen, I heard a loud cry from my daughter. He must have released his final **** and have finished just before Lika did, but it sounded as if Lika reached her finish too, because she sounded very fulfilled.

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I grinned as I remembered that fond memory of me listening in through the door on my daughter growing up and learning about the pains of life when sometimes things were bigger than expected, but she still had to deal with them. But I had to focus again on cleaning the kitchen; the girls were in the main bathroom again, preparing for the BBQ. April had told me a day after she was brought back home by my boss that she didn’t like me using the main bathroom anymore unless I was cleaning it for them. Somehow, I had the feeling that her attitude had changed a little bit after being with my boss three full days and nights in a row.

She didn’t really say why she needed the main bathroom exclusively, but I respected her request. From that day on, I used the small bathroom.

The noise of the cleaning prevented me from hearing their chatter, but normally, it was girls’ things anyway they were talking about, so I didn’t mind being left alone cleaning the dishes.

“I have started a little game.” My daughter Lika told my girlfriend April as they were preparing themselves in the main bathroom. “And you need to find out what it is. It won’t be obvious at first... It takes time.” Lika added, smiling.

“Do I get a hint?” April laughed.

“You get one hint.”

“Does it have to do with your dad?”

“Yes.”

“How much time do I have?” My girlfriend asked.

“Mmmhhh. I'd like to play the game for an entire month.”

“What does the winner get?”

“I was thinking of a custom-made glory hole wall.”

“I am in!” April shouted, laughing. And so, the guessing game began.

...

As I was busy cleaning the dishes, my thoughts drifted away again, and another memory popped up. It was the night my boss brought my girlfriend back. I saw through the kitchen window my boss's car in the park on our driveway and quickly walked to the door. It was already dark outside; roughly 72 hours had passed since my birthday party. I quickly walked up to the passenger's side of the car, and before I could say or do anything, April rolled down the window, asking me to get her shopping bags out of the trunk and bring them inside the house.

“I was worried sick.” I said to her as my boss, Mr. Steele, popped the trunk lid open from the driver's seat.

“Just get my bags into the house, will you?”

“Sure!” I gladly answered, happy that my girlfriend needed him. I had to walk several times; the number of shopping bags was enormous. My girlfriend April was still talking in the car to my boss, but it was hard to see what kind of discussion it was. It looked animated, because as I did another walk back to the house with more shopping bags, she placed her hand high on his thigh and leaned in on him. For a second it looked as if she kissed him, but it was too dark to see.

As I walked once more to the car, grabbing the last three bags, I spoke to my girlfriend through the open car window.

“I was worried, you know?”

“Relax,” April answered, “Mr. Steele took really good care of me. I was well indulged by him around the clock, and he didn’t miss a beat fulfilling any needs I might have. We just decided it was better to stay at the hotel and make sure nothing unsafe would happen to me without him being involved. I now know that I am safe for the coming nine months.”

I didn’t understand a word of what she meant with that, but I was happy she was back home.

“I need to get some sleep; I am all worn out.” April said to me, but she kept eye contact with my boss. “When will I see you again?” She asked him.

“Just text me when you need it again.”

“I will for sure.”

April got out of the car and walked with me towards our place. I could finally have a better look at her. She was still wearing the party skirt, but I could see that one stocking was missing. Why was she only wearing one stocking?

Anyway, I opened the door for her, and she first kicked off her high heels and then walked straight towards the main bathroom, dropping her skirt on the floor as she was walking through the hallway without caring. Her top followed, and so did the one stocking. I followed her, picking up all her clothes one by one.

Just as she entered the bathroom and she turned sideways to switch on the light, I really thought I saw several hickeys on both her breasts. Had somebody sucked on her tits? That couldn’t be. Probably there was a completely innocent explanation for those marks. We could talk in the morning. I hope she didn’t hurt herself too much. My imagination was sometimes too sexual, I decided, reprimanding myself again for these kinds of thoughts!

…

OK, I am sorry for the random train of thoughts I am writing down here, but there is so much going on I can barely process the events myself. April and Lika bring so much action into our place!

…

Back to now.

Just as I was about to finish cleaning the kitchen, I heard louder chatter, and I guessed the girls were done getting ready for receiving all those male colleagues in their “warm nest," as they called our home. I don’t think they were very experienced with the whole BBQ organizing, since they sounded very excited about what was to come.

They both walked into the kitchen, and I was in awe. They looked absolutely stunning! They were both wearing the same little black dress, which was very tight-fitting, showing all their beautiful female curves. The party dress was sleeveless and had two thin shoulder straps, leaving a wide-open space below their armpits, showing a large part of sideboob. They were both wearing the open-cup bra Slade of Bluebella that they had told me to buy for them. The bra was made of leather and had a buckle just above each nipple. The open-cup bras made their breasts not only look much larger but also made them look like sexy warriors.

The party dress ended well above their knees, showing a lot of thigh, and as they spun on the spot, I saw that it had a deep, backless design showing not only their tailbone but also the upper part of their butt crack too. Finishing their look were the black high heels and a black leather dog collar on their necks, both wrists and on both their legs. It almost looked like they were from a sci-fi movie. Their make-up was “slut pop," as they used to call it: smokey eyes mascara, heavy make-up, and very red lips.

“Are we kissable?” My daughter Lika asked.

“Very!” I replied proudly.

“Are we fuckable?” My girlfriend April asked, giving me a challenging look.

I didn’t know how to respond to that, so I lowered my gaze to the floor, but to my horror, my penis got very hard.

April saw this and whispered something in Lika's ear. Lika nodded without saying anything but glanced at my crotch.

“Go ahead.” April told her.

“Dad, do you have a hard on?” My daughter asked me, slowly walking towards me, in a very sexy way. I didn’t answer her question because I didn’t know what to say. I kept looking at the floor. She stopped in front of me, taking a wide-legged, hands-on-hips stance, her face real close to mine. I could smell the perfume on her as she kept teasing me. She placed a finger under my chin and lifted my head so I had to look her in the eyes.

“Did you get a little boner from me?” as her other hand slid smoothly over my thigh towards my crotch, keeping eye contact.

“Shall I grab your tiny penis, Dad?” her hand moving dangerously close to it.

“What will happen when I touch your puny needle carrot?” Lika teased me, “Will you make a little mess in your pants, Dad?" as her hand now circled around my dick in slow loops.

“How long do you last in bed, Dad?" My daughter kept torturing me, “One minute?”

Lika lowered her hand, reaching my thigh just under my balls, and softly caressed me right there but then walked slowly around me and stood closely behind me as her hand traveled with her from the front over my leg towards my butt. I could feel her breath in my neck as she got even closer to me, her hard, jutting nipples touching my back. It almost felt as if she were going to fuck me with a strap-on cock. Her hand traveled down through the space between my two ass cheeks towards the soft area in between my anus and my scrotum and stopped just behind my balls.

“I am going to grab your two micro balls, Dad." My daughter whispered in my ear, "But you are not allowed to cum.”

“If you cum, I will punish you at the BBQ, in front of everyone. You don’t want that, do you, Dad?"

I shook my head horizontally, telling her "no," without saying anything.

“Because everybody will see the little stain on your black pants.” Lika continued whispering in my ear, “And me telling everybody my dad wears a little penis cage, size XS.”

“I promise!” I cried.

“Promise what?” my daughter asked in a derogatory way.

“I promise not to come!”

“Good boi. Let's see if you keep your word.” As her small hand moved forward towards my extremely agitated balls…

To be continued.