My wife is really into this sounding thing where I stick an ice cold metal Rod in my peepee . She keeps them in the freezer (to disinfect ) and instructs me when to take them out and send her vids of me using them when she's at work . She pays for everything for us and is the breadwinner while I am home drinking . It's a great deal and we love each other very much , got a couple twins on the way now too . The only thing is that I have to preform this sounding thing that she has an intense fetish for and send her videos of me doing it whenever I'm asked. I have to get as drunk as possible every time I do it to build up the nerve.
Well last night i was hammered and accidentally sent one of those vids to my own fricking 76 year old father . I don't even know how it happened cause it said my wife was calling and I clicked message and just sent it, so I have no fricking clue but I guess I must be misremembering . I tried calling him immediately about 25 times to instruct him to delete the messages but he didn't answer and hasn't messaged me back . I'd try to play it off like it's not me in the video but anyone who knows me could tell it's me by the moans . This is extremely depressing for me cause he's not going to be chill or understanding about this . Just another thing alcohol ruined I guess but I'll never stop drinking now after this. Chairs.
Edit/Update: He is beside himself and has been loudly crying on FaceTime for over an hour now.
As I suspected, this will be the end of my family's involvement in my dad's life which is making me cry too . I love him, but he's already disowned 2 of my 13 other siblings for their sexual orientations , and he's not open to the fact that I could still be straight while sounding with frosted rods.
I must live with the consequences, however my wife is a million times more supportive than him anyway so. Full stop.
Gonna drink a little extra tonight.
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