Wife's Filial Piety (Part 10)

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"No, I'm just a rough guy, I just like to think and write down my thoughts."
"Your profile says you're 53, is that true?"
"Yes, I'm an old man. You look only 30, very young! Why did you add me?"
"Ours is real too. We added you firstly because your name is nice, and secondly because we like chatting with older men. Please don't mind us calling you 'old man.'"
"Oh, is that so? I see you used 'we'? You're not alone?"
"Yes, we're a young couple. We use this QQ together. Besides our individual QQ accounts for work and life, we use this QQ for playing together."
"What can you play on QQ, games?"
"Hehe, we can play games, or other things. I can't tell you now, I'm afraid it'll scare you away. I'll tell you later after we chat more!"
"Oh, okay. Now it's my turn again. I feel like you're a woman because your words are playful."
"Smart. I like chatting with smart people, it's effortless."
"Thank you for the compliment. Didn't you say you were playing together? Why are you chatting alone?"
"He's watching from the side!"
"Oh, that's quite unique."
"Never encountered this before? There are many like this now!"
"Oh, I'm still too old, I don't know how to use it."
"We'll teach you slowly. We also have an elderly man in his fifties in our family, my husband's father, and we both like him very much." "
Oh, I also have a son, they're about the same age as you two."
"Then we're very fortunate. Not many elderly people your age know how to use a computer, and even fewer know how to use QQ."
"I live alone. When I have free time, I learn about computers, write things, read the news, and so on."
"Oh, I didn't expect you to be a modern-day senior citizen who never stops learning."
"Keeping up with the times is how I can have things to talk about with you young people."
"Hehe, do you talk a lot with your son and daughter-in-law?"
"With them, it's alright, but not much."
"Why?"
"Because they're busy with work, and we don't live together, so we don't see each other often. Plus, there are some things I don't want to trouble them with, and some things I can't tell them."
"Then talk to your spouse. It's not good to keep things bottled up inside."
"I'm a single father, and I'm used to it after all these years."
"Oh, that must be tough for you. Raising your son all by yourself, how are they treating you?"
"They're very filial, and I'm very happy."
"So, what are those things you said you can't tell them?"
"Well..."
"What, you're keeping it a secret? We don't even know each other, what can't you say?"
"We just started chatting, it's not good to tell you now."
"What's wrong with that? It's good to just meet, it's good to be strangers, no need to feel embarrassed. That's the beauty of the internet, it allows strangers to say anything."
"You're right, I've thought about that too, so I write many of my secrets in a place that will never be opened."
"Never to be opened? Then why write them? Sometimes, sharing isn't just about sharing happiness, it's also about sharing sorrows and secrets, that's what makes it happy."
"That doesn't seem to make sense."
"I'm a woman, what I say makes sense, hehe!"
The father sent a helpless emoji.
My first thought upon seeing this was that my wife and father really had a lot in common, and my wife was quite clever; she steered the conversation towards sensitive topics right from the start. Moreover, she skillfully used her feminine advantages. In such a short conversation, she managed to elicit information about my father's secret diary.
However, we couldn't ask about this secret diary in person, and asking online might not yield any results.
Just as I was pondering this, I suddenly noticed my wife had typed a message, which she sent before I could stop her:
"I had a very pleasant chat with you today. Now my husband wants to chat with you for a bit."
I looked at my wife and said, "What's going on? I don't know what to talk about!"
My wife said, "It's your turn. Humph, I don't care, so you won't get jealous if I talk too much. Hehe."
I knew she was deliberately teasing me. Helpless, I could only grit my teeth and type: "Dad, hello."
Just as I was about to press enter, my wife grabbed me and said, "What are you doing?"
That's when I realized I had typed the wrong thing—actually, I had typed the right word, but I was a stranger to her.
So I changed it to: "Uncle, hello, is that okay?"
"Sure."
And then I didn't know what to say next? A few minutes later, my father texted: "Young man, you're not as good at chatting as your wife."
I replied with a "hehe."
"Why do you two use the same QQ account? I'm curious, is it a secret? If so, I won't ask."
I asked my wife how she would answer, but she didn't know, and neither did I.
He couldn't tell the truth because he wanted to understand my wife's thoughts and wanted me to have sex with her.
I told my wife, "How about we test my father? We can say we play 'couple games,' like online dating, and that we only like playing threesomes with older men."
My wife blushed instantly. Even though it was a lie, it touched on a sensitive issue.
She said, "If that's the case, how am I supposed to talk to him?"
I said, "First, we're strangers, remember that. Just say it's okay.
Consider it a test to see how open he is, then we can talk more deeply.
If he can't accept it and deletes us, we'll think of another way. If he doesn't delete us, it means he's open to new things, so we can gradually guide him towards our relationship."
My wife didn't have any better ideas, so she didn't object.
So I sent him a message: "Before I say anything, let me ask you something. Are you healthy? You don't have any heart problems or anything, right? I'm just worried about upsetting you, it's for your health."
My father replied, "I'm fine. But what do you want to say? Is it something serious? If it's serious, then there's no need to say anything."
I said, "Well, I already said it. Our QQ is mainly used for couples to make friends. Do you know what couples making friends is?"
My father said, "I know a little. There's a lot of this kind of news and content online. It's hard not to come across it. I didn't expect you two to be involved. Although I don't know your thoughts, I think that kind of psychological pressure must be immense. And it's not even recognized by society yet."
My wife and I were both very surprised by my father's answer, our mouths forming an "O".
Then I typed, "Actually, life is less than a hundred years long; enjoying life is the key to a happy life."
"I agree with that, but some ways of enjoying life aren't acceptable to everyone."
"Yes, within our own limits, we should try to enjoy life as much as possible to make it worthwhile. Of course, truth, goodness, and beauty, and positive energy are still important in our lives, but we will try our best to enjoy life within our capabilities."
"You guys have great ideas; you young people are truly remarkable. Many things we couldn't even imagine when we were young, you've definitely surpassed our current lives."
"Actually, it's not that we've surpassed life, but rather that the myriad aspects of life have taught us how to enjoy it." "
Your educational backgrounds aren't low either, right?"
"Just average, just a bachelor's degree."
"You have the knowledge and the courage to embrace new things; this era belongs to you."
"We can't control the era yet; we can only try our best to control our own lives and make ourselves happy."
"You guys really know your stuff. So why did you add me? I see all those couples looking for each other online are actually looking for other couples. Do you prefer older couples? That's not suitable for me; I don't have a wife. I can't accept that."
I looked at my wife; her face was flushed, and her chest was heaving. It seemed she knew what I was going to say—I was going to portray her as a woman who wanted to have sex with two men at the same time. "Our preferred way of making friends isn't like that. We like to play threesomes with older men!"
"Oh, I see. I've learned something new today. But aren't you afraid of running into acquaintances? Is that what you're looking for?"
"We've considered that. If it's someone we know, and we share a common interest, wouldn't that be better and safer? That's why we're looking for you, right? But seeing how well you and my wife are getting along, you can chat as friends even if you don't do that."
"I thought I was keeping up with the times, but it seems I'm out of touch." "
Hehe, living in a changing world, how broad your horizons are depends entirely on how big your heart is."
"You're right. It seems I need to learn a lot of new things."
"Now I have a question for you. Can you guess what it is?"
"You want to ask me if I can join your game?"
"Yes."
"Well, I need to think about that. I've been pondering a similar question for the past few days. I even wrote it down in my diary. Since you're being so honest with me on our first chat, as an elder, I won't hide it from you. I'll send it to you. But I've changed the name and stuff. Take a look. As for your question, I can't answer it right now, but thank you for your interest."
My wife and I looked at each other and gave each other a high five. Then my wife suddenly realized something, lowered her head, and blushed. I chuckled.
A few minutes later, my father sent me a message.
A sudden downpour unexpectedly flooded my heart.
My daughter-in-law's graceful figure was fully revealed beneath the thin veil, though she wore black underwear. I could still see her beautiful body.
I shouldn't have looked; she was my daughter-in-law, someone I treated like my own daughter. But fate was cruel.
Just as I realized I shouldn't have looked and turned away, she bent down to change her shoes, sticking out her buttocks.
I saw those buttocks—no, I shouldn't have looked.
I told myself to treat her like my daughter, to be single-minded, but a strange feeling lingered within me.
But then... My daughter-in-law was wearing that tight-fitting dress—was she naked? Her breasts—I shouldn't call them breasts—but the nipples were so prominently displayed, so very prominent. I really didn't want to look, but I didn't intentionally look; I even deliberately avoided looking. But I was afraid my son and daughter-in-law would notice my discomfort, embarrass them, and make their lives uncomfortable, so I concealed my embarrassment.
And when my daughter-in-law moved, those trembling breasts—unintentionally, I still saw them. Even though she was wearing clothes, I felt guilty.
That night, I told myself, she's my daughter-in-law, a daughter-in-law I should treat like a daughter. Seeing it wasn't a big deal, but I couldn't think about it.
If it were just one day, I could let it go. But the next day, my daughter-in-law was wearing a tank top. Of course, in today's society, you see people dressed like that on the street, but my daughter-in-law wasn't wearing a bra.
Yes, I saw it again. Anyone with eyes could see it.
And my son's words, "The baby's going to sleep," made me see something I should never have seen: my daughter-in-law's breasts—the breasts she used to feed my grandson. I saw them, I shouldn't have seen them.
But what could I do? I really didn't mean to.
Writing all this, I realize it's their lifestyle, and I disrupted their routine. Life is what it is, so I chose to leave the next day.
After a few days of reflection, when they brought me clothes and underwear, and my daughter-in-law even washed them, seeing their natural expressions,
I knew my mistake wasn't in what I saw, but in the demon within myself. If there were no demon in my heart, what difference would it make if I saw it? My daughter-in-law treated me like her father, yet I had impure thoughts, telling myself, "Don't let your old heart be disturbed."
Seeing my father's true feelings, my wife blushed, and my heart was in turmoil. Although we could sense the turmoil in my father's heart, we didn't want to see him so conflicted.
First of all, any man, regardless of age, unless he's a naive child, will have desires upon seeing a woman's figure, her breasts. My father had indeed been celibate for many years, and to maintain his celibacy, he probably tried to avoid these things. And we suddenly exposed him to them; his feelings could only be stronger than others.
And that woman was his daughter-in-law; the guilt he felt was unimaginable, but unbearable.
As the one who started this whole thing, I can only apologize to my father first. But I truly wanted him to have a happy and fulfilling old age.
My wife said, "We have indeed disrupted Father's life in his later years. Do you think he will be happy doing this?"
I said, "Since we've started, we should continue. Besides, he wouldn't have been so emotionally affected by seeing those things if he hadn't been abstaining from sex. I feel we should continue."
My wife said, "Okay, I'm willing to give my body to you, and I'm also willing to give my body to your great fatherly love."
Again, those incredibly hurtful words. I hugged my wife tightly.
Realizing my father was still waiting for our opinion, he must have been anxiously waiting because this was his secret, a very private secret, the first time he'd shared it with anyone, especially strangers, a young couple of strangers. You can imagine his trepidation.
Then I sent my father the following message on QQ:
"Uncle, my wife and I read what you wrote, and we can roughly imagine what happened to you. I have two points as an observer regarding this matter:
First, you shouldn't feel guilty. Human nature is inherently good; when seeing beautiful flesh, who can remain indifferent, even if it's their own daughter-in-law? Although you may have seen something you shouldn't have, you didn't do it intentionally, so you shouldn't feel guilty.
Second, we think your daughter-in-law did it intentionally, deliberately letting you see it, and it's very likely your son cooperated; those were hints to you.
" "As for why, you might not agree if we explain now. We'll talk about it later."
Father thought for ten minutes before replying, "I'm getting old, my thinking isn't as sharp anymore. I'll think about your two points. Chatting with you tonight has been very eye-opening and enjoyable."
We knew Father needed time to process this, and then sent the young couple's declaration of enjoying life: "Okay, get some rest. Remember to enjoy life; first, you need to have the heart to enjoy life; don't reject the needs of your heart, make life more beautiful. Goodnight."
Father sent goodnight, and then went offline.
It seemed Father would have a sleepless night, tossing and turning in bed alone again.
We could sleep in each other's arms, because we knew what we wanted to know, and we had successfully learned what Father was thinking. We would continue tomorrow, letting the wife give Father the necessary hints and seduction, and letting the young couple give him the necessary guidance.
We smiled, embraced, and slowly fell asleep, moving towards a better life tomorrow.

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