Stories from the Frontlines: True Wife Tales. Today’s Episode, What Big Daddy Wants… Big Daddy Gets
Yet another edition of True Wife Tales on this bright and sunny Monday morning. In our last episode, your heroine the lazy geisha was in the grocery store fighting for a choice cut of meat and being insulted about her trendy Coach handbag, only to get home and realize that her husband’s equipment wasn’t up to factory specs and she had to settle for oral pleasures instead. Oh the things I put up with! But in today’s edition we recount and tell the story of how the geisha took care of her husband (otherwise known as Big Daddy) on his favorite of all holidays… Father’s Day.
Like most men who are fathers, I imagine they look at Father’s Day as the one day out of the year where they get waited on hand and foot and don’t have to do a single thing all day, (and this is different from any other day how exactly?… um, nevermind…) – But because I’m a good wife who loves her husband, despite the wicked filthy thing I wrote and posted here, I actually go along with the whole idea of Father’s Day and don’t expect my husband to lift a finger on his special day, which is why I’m so surprised about what happened yesterday.
My husband has this new thing where he likes to walk around the house referring to himself in the third person as “Big Daddy”, often saying things to me like:
“Can you make Big Daddy a sandwich?” or “Can you get Big Daddy a drink?” and of course, “Can Big Daddy get a blowjob?”
Okay. It was cute once, maybe twice, but Big Daddy is in for a rude awakening if he doesn’t cut this shit out soon, but since yesterday was Father’s Day, I let it slide… again.
So he woke up yesterday and collected his royal booty from me and our son; Big Daddy had cards and gifts to open, and he was pleasantly surprised with what we picked out for him, and afterwards I assumed he would make a bee-line for the sofa and plant himself in front of the television all day, and that was fine. I had planned to cook a nice dinner for him and I figured we’d eventually find our way upstairs to the bedroom for some sweet and tender lovemaking and that would be how we spent the day. Oh, just to fill in the gaps, we suspend Stay Naked Sunday in the summertime unless it’s raining outside. Stay Naked Sunday is really a winter months kind of thing. We love getting outside in the summer on the weekends, either to work in the yard or going to the beach or some other day trip; so that’s our normal summer routine.
But for some reason Big Daddy was feeling ambitious yesterday. He got dressed and went outside and cut the grass, he built a stone wall around one of my flowerbeds and then he went to Home Depot and came back with four bags of mulch and finished off the yard. Surprise, surprise! (he must want something… hmmm…)
Our son doesn’t bother to hang around the house much on the weekends since his social life has blossomed into a full time job, and I had dropped him off at his friend’s house a few hours earlier, so my husband and I were all alone.
I was in the kitchen preparing dinner when Big Daddy came in the back door, looking all hot and sweaty and oozing that lust filled man musk that just gets me so hot and bothered that I can’t stand being in my clothes, and he stood there looking at me and just smiled… giving me that look… and then he said;
“Can Big Daddy get a blowjob?”
I laughed out loud and ran over to him and planted a big kiss on his lips and then took him by the hand into the den and nearly tore his pants off!
His cock couldn’t have been in my mouth for more than five minutes when all of a sudden he grabbed me by the hair, pulled me up, spun me around, and then bent me over the sofa, yanking my shorts and panties off in one move leaving them down around my ankles, and then he entered me in one hard thrust, fucking me with such force and power that I could barely speak, and all the while he was laughing and yelling out;
“Big Daddy wants me some pussy!!! WOO-HOO!!!”
Mmmmm, what Big Daddy wants… Big Daddy gets.
Enjoy your Monday and I hope all the Big Daddies out there had a wonderful Father’s Day!
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1Richard
wrote on 18 June 2007 at 14:04
Big Daddy Jeff had a wonderful exciting Big Daddy kind of day. Nina,you are so good to him……….. Both my girls called me, and that was a big enough Big Daddy for me. What a nice day it was., Jeff is really my kind of guy. love ya Nina,Richard P.S. Wonder what Big Daddy has planned for next year???????
2Mike
wrote on 18 June 2007 at 14:59
Good for “Big Daddy” raise my glass to him…I have to admit my weekend was really good, I tried to lengthen the fathers day into fathers day weekend…didn’t work out that way, but in my head it did. My wonderful wife and son gave me a Boston Red Sox Jersey (Jason Veritek) absolutely love it! My wife gave somethin’ special too….loved it as well :-P
Take care Nina…
Mike
3Archie Summers
wrote on 18 June 2007 at 18:04
This sort of Big Daddy stuff is all too familiar for those of us in the know. Its kinda like our secret little male thing. But for you Nina I’ll let you in on the private in-joke.
Big daddy is a reference to a character in “Cat on a Hot Tin Roof.” Big daddy in the play and the movie was the archetype of 1950’s southern gothic head of the family and community. Everybody looked up to Big Daddy. And Big Daddy often got his way, ’cause well, he was Big Daddy. And as often put by Big daddy, he was the master of 29,000 aches of the finest land this side of the delta.
Jeff you’re a Hell of a man, and deserve the title. Most ricki ticki to you old boy. I raise my Irish glass ‘t thee in the spirit of human endeavor. You’ve got a wee fine lass in your geisha that she honors you so.
My own father, May God keep Hell hot for him, wasn’t nearly a quarter of the man he should’ve been. No matter now, I’m content with life and am fortunate to count you amongst the greatest friends a man such as myself is privileged to know.
4nina aoki
wrote on 19 June 2007 at 9:29
Richard,
Oh that’s so sweet! I’m glad your girls called you and remembered you!
Yes, my Jeffrey had a very nice day (and so did I!) Not sure what he has planned for next year, but Jeff is quite the wonder. He’s managed to keep my heart his for most of my adult life!
Thanks!
xoxo,
nina
5nina aoki
wrote on 19 June 2007 at 9:30
Mike,
Ooo! A Red Sox jersey! How cool! And hey, who said it first? Curt Schilling has got to go!! You heard it here in geishaland! first!
It sounds like you had a wonderful day sweetie! I’m happy for you!
xoxo,
nina
6nina aoki
wrote on 19 June 2007 at 9:31
Archie,
Now THAT is funny! I had no idea! Well, I’m sure Big Daddy will be amused when he gets home and I tell him about this! And thank you for your sweet words too.
Archie, I heard from Michy yesterday, and I’m so very sorry for your loss. I’ll be writing something about this later today, but I wanted you (all of you) to know just how sorry I am.
love,
nina
7Mike
wrote on 20 June 2007 at 6:01
Hey Nina, yes it was a great weekend, and boy I do love the jersey. Well schilly goes for an MRI, I’m gonna guess torn rotator cuff. They way he’s been throwing since his 1 hitter, looks like a torn R.C. But I agree, it’s time for him to hang it up. He’s got his ring give someone a chance to step up…On another note, my lucky son will be spending the next few weeks in the Northeast with family. Not sure how I’ll react with him gone for so long, but I’m very happy he gets the chance to see family. Talk to you soon Nina.
Take care
Mike
8nina aoki
wrote on 20 June 2007 at 12:45
Hi Mike!
Well I’m glad to hear that you had a nice weekend!
Oh please, don’t even get me started on Curt! It’s disgraceful that he’s allowed his ginormous ego to hurt the team. I mean, okay, so he pitched a 1 hitter against Oakland, but if he’s really injured then he has an obligation to come clean and tell Tito what’s going on. He never should have stepped onto the mound Monday night! And I’ll say it again, I think its time the Red Sox reevaluate Curt’s role as a starting pitcher. He’s expensive, he’s getting old, his injuries are more frequent and take longer to heal, and it’s time to go. I was never a fan of Schilling, but now I’m just mad about the whole thing because he cost us two games which should have been won, and with the way New York is playing, the stakes are much too high for his ego.
Oh that’s wonderful about your son! I hope he enjoys himself up here! Don’t worry, they all leave the nest eventually. It’s just part of the process, tho I can’t imagine my baby leaving either, but I still have a few more years before I have to worry about that!
Thanks hon!
xoxo,
nina