Filial Piety of the Wife (Part 3)

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Chapter 3 Warm Sunshine
A carefree sleep is wonderful. Waking up, the sunlight streaming in feels exceptionally warm, like a caress on the skin.
My beloved in my arms sleeps sweetly, her gentle breathing, the fragrance of her hair, the soft warmth of her skin pressed against mine. Though my arm is numb under her neck, I can't bear to pull it away, afraid of disturbing her sleep.
Thinking back to last night's conversation, the long struggle, it was surprisingly resolved quite easily. Although Li Li hasn't given an answer yet, her behavior tells me she's agreed.
The next hurdle is
getting past my father. Many things, the closer you get to success, the more serious the consequences become.
For example, in this matter, the closer you get to success, the more it means my wife is no longer pure; her body will be touched by another man, eventually leading to penetration. As a man, it's impossible to accept this with a clear conscience, unless you have a cuckold fetish.
From the initial impulse to now taking the first step, I've deliberately avoided thinking about this. However, I truly have no cuckoldry complex. I don't get an erection just thinking about another man entering my wife's body, and I'm not excited about the incestuous relationship my father and wife are about to have.
But now that it's started, and is developing in that direction, ripples keep rising in my heart. How should I handle the possible future developments?
Perhaps, in persuading my wife and guiding my father, I should also teach myself to have sex with my wife, to experience being cuckolded and promiscuous. Perhaps only then, after the outcome, can I remain calm, and our lives as a trio won't be awkward, and can things move in a positive direction. There are still many things to resolve; only by proceeding step by step can I succeed.
At this moment, my wife seemed to wake up, shifting her body slightly, her hips leaning towards me, but she didn't speak or turn around.
From behind, I could see the perfect curve of her waist and the outward protrusion of her hips. From this angle, my wife's hips looked very full, and the sunlight shining on her made her delicate skin glow. My right hand involuntarily moved to her full buttocks, tracing the perfect curves of her waist. She shifted her hips slightly.
I was certain she enjoyed the caress, so I continued, moving along her buttocks, back to the cleft between her two full buttocks, and forward to the base of her thighs. Her legs were slightly pressed together, as if afraid I would penetrate her labia. My hand slid down her thighs, then circled back and forth a few times, stopping when it touched her pubic hair. I could feel her enjoying it.
My other hand, feeling numb, moved as much as possible, and when I withdrew, I could just touch her right breast. First, I touched and covered it completely, then slowly climbed upwards, while my other hand moved towards the inner thigh. When one hand reached the peak of her breast, the other also reached her labia. After a brief pause, I gently kneaded it, and her breathing gradually became heavier.
One of her hands reached back, around my arm, and reached for my penis. Her small hand grasped it from the base and then gently stroked it.
My morning erection didn't require much stimulation; with her stroking, it quickly became rock hard. She leaned forward, her buttocks arched back, and I knew she wanted me to penetrate her from behind.
I pulled her hand back from under her, placed it on her shoulders, and slowly lifted one of her legs with my other hand. Guided by her hand, my penis probed towards her vulva. In this position, because of her full buttocks and the restriction of her leg, penetration wasn't deep.
I slowly thrust my penis in and out gently, the movements small because I didn't want to pull out. But for some reason, her vagina still secreted a lot of lubrication. I didn't know if she liked this position or if she was excited about what was about to happen.
After a few minutes of thrusting, her soft moans grew louder, and her buttocks responded to my thrusts, allowing for deeper penetration.
I pulled her body back, closer to me, so my hand could touch her breasts, and then squeezed them hard. Milk flowed out, and I put the milk in my mouth; it was sweet. Then I squeezed out some more milk, dipped my fingers in it, and put them to her lips. She hesitated for a moment, then put them in her mouth. And then she started sucking, her vagina gripping my penis and undulating, her mouth sucking on my fingers.
I thrust my hips faster, and she responded even more vigorously, her moans growing louder and louder.
Suddenly, her body tensed, she stopped sucking my fingers, let out a long "ah," her vagina contracted tightly, accompanied by gushes of vaginal fluid, her legs clenched tightly, and she straightened back forcefully. She had orgasmed again. After giving birth, she was noticeably more sensitive and more prone to orgasms than before.
I thrust my penis as deep as possible to satisfy her needs.
After she relaxed slightly, I started thrusting again, and her moans returned, this time long, drawn-out "ah, ah" moans. I held her buttocks and increased the force of my thrusts, the bed shaking violently with each stroke.
After countless thrusts, I felt a pleasure spreading from my perineum throughout my body. I knew I was climaxing. I held her body tightly with both hands and thrust a few more times, perhaps a little too forcefully, and pulled away from her vagina. At that moment, I didn't care anymore and thrust hard a few more times between her tightly closed thighs, then ejaculated onto her thighs. I held her tightly, ejaculating forcefully, while she continued to moan "Ah, ah."
Each long-awaited pleasure symbolized the return of our sexual joy.
After childbirth, our sex life finally became more and more frequent, returning to its former frenzy. Whether this was related to our conversation last night, I don't know. But our enjoyment of sex will only increase.
We hugged for a while, and neither of us seemed to want to speak, whether it was because we were afraid of ruining the blissful passion we had just shared, or because of our conversation last night.
However, we still had to go to work, so I could only make small talk, saying, "Honey, are you feeling good?"
Li Li said, "It's alright, but you shot all over my leg!"
"I'll help you wash it off!"
"Dream on! You'll only make things worse. I'm going to wash it off now. Hurry up and get up, we'll be late."
I hummed in agreement, not mentioning what happened last night. After all, it was still a bit awkward, and I needed to give her time to think it over.
Because of the half-hour morning exercise, we hurriedly ate some breakfast and left.
When I first saw my father, Li Li's face was noticeably red, and she didn't dare to look up. My father didn't seem to notice anything and, as usual, told us to be careful on the road. I noticed that Li Li never looked up at my father, so it seemed that this incident had quite an impact on her.
The morning work was a bit busy, and since things were halfway done, my mood was relatively good. I wanted to call Li Li home at noon, but she said she had something to do and couldn't go back. So I called my father and said I wouldn't be going back either, because my father's foot was almost healed, and her parents had brought him some food.
As for why Li Li didn't go back, there might be a reason: she might feel embarrassed to go back.
In the afternoon, sitting in front of the computer, I felt a little anxious. Although I guessed my wife would agree, her agreement still left me feeling somewhat disappointed. If she hadn't agreed, I would have tried everything to get her to agree, but her agreement meant that our pure love had gained a new layer of meaning. This whole thing wasn't something that could be done on a whim; there were a series of issues involved. How to face each other after meeting, how to live together in the future, how to create opportunities—there were many issues to address.
Finally, I sent my wife a text message on WeChat: "My love for you will always be unwavering. Thank God for bringing you into my life. Through thick and thin, I will walk hand in hand with you." I waited a long time, but my wife didn't reply. Perhaps she was busy, or perhaps she didn't know how to say it.
Finally, it was time to leave work. I went to the market and bought some groceries—all my wife's favorites. When I got home, my wife wasn't back yet. My father was on the balcony looking at the plants. Now he can walk with a cane.
I greeted my father and then went to the kitchen to get busy.
Half an hour later, I heard my wife return. As usual, she greeted my father, "Dad, I'm home!" My father responded.
My wife went back to the bedroom, quickly washed up, changed into more casual clothes, and came to the kitchen. Seeing me busy, she came to help.
I said, "No need, honey, you rest, I'll do it. I'll cook your favorite dishes today."
Li Li laughed and said, "Don't be so attentive, it makes me feel awkward!"
"Hehe," I did realize that this kind of attentiveness at this moment did indeed make one's imagination run wild.
The young couple cooking together was a happy occasion; ordinary life brought boundless happiness.
Soon, I had prepared several dishes and helped my father to the table. My father said, "This is such a feast today, the three of us can't finish it!"
I said, "It's alright, I'm happy today. I'll have a couple of drinks with you; a little white wine helps with blood circulation."
When I said I was happy today, I noticed my wife pouting and glaring at me.
To ease her embarrassment, I chatted happily with my father. She was much quieter than usual, after all, she had something on her mind.
At home, my son and I didn't drink much. We finished the dishes quickly, watched some TV, settled my father in, and then I went to the bedroom early.
My wife went back to the study earlier today to play with the baby on the crib. When I came in, I joined them. The baby is still very young and can't communicate, so it's just playful interaction.
My wife's smile at the baby was so loving, and her touch was so gentle. Watching this heartwarming scene of my wife and baby under the lamplight filled me with endless warmth and happiness.
Around 8:30, it was time for my wife to feed the baby and put him to sleep. She turned to her side, holding the baby slightly, and pulled up her clothes from below. She had taken off her bra when she came back to the room after dinner, revealing her large, full breasts. The baby skillfully took the nipple and areola into his mouth and began to suckle.
Watching a baby nurse is a beautiful thing. With maternal love and a happy child, I often watch my wife breastfeed, and it brings me great happiness. The baby's little mouth moved slightly, pulling at my wife's breasts, the rhythm gradually slowing down until her breathing became heavier, and she slowly fell asleep. My wife gently pulled her nipple out of the baby's mouth, tucked the baby in, and then pointed to the bedroom. I followed her back to the bedroom.
Back in the bedroom, I thought my wife would talk to me, but she proceeded methodically, washing up and then coming to bed in a spaghetti-strap nightgown, covering her stomach and below with a summer blanket, and then playing on her phone. I just stared blankly at her pacing back and forth. I couldn't understand how she could be so patient.
I was getting impatient waiting, so I tugged at her clothes and said, "My dear wife!" She didn't respond at first, so I tugged again and called out, "My dear wife."
She cleared her throat and prepared to speak.
"I agreed. You already knew, didn't you?" My wife's voice was visibly trembling.
I leaned in and hugged my wife tightly, overcome with emotion. After all, saying those words of agreement had taken her far more effort and struggle than it had taken me.
"But this is truly absurd," she said. "While modern society has progressed, and I'm open to new things, this is morally reprehensible and ethically questionable. I have many worries, fears that taking this step will lead me into an abyss."
I was about to interrupt her, to tell her I wouldn't let her fall into any abyss.
She said, “Don’t speak yet, let me finish. A woman’s body can only belong to one man. If I really take that step, I will no longer be pure. Whether you dislike me or not, I will feel that I am no longer pure. I can’t imagine the moment another man enters my body, and I don’t know how I will face the future. I know your intention. Dad has taken such good care of you, and your growth is inseparable from his efforts. I also know how filial you are, and I like that about you. You are also so filial to my parents. I am so happy to have found you as my lover. Influenced by you, I am even more filial to our parents. The reason I agree with what you said is firstly to repay your father for raising you, and to thank him. Without him, there would be no union between us; secondly, I have always been powerless against your words. I am willing to give you everything, including my body.”
At this moment, I was moved to tears. Yes, the words were not fancy, but every word touched my heart. I hugged her even tighter, not knowing what to say.
She continued, "Although I've agreed, there are a few conditions I need to tell you first."
I quickly agreed, "Tell me, I'll agree to any conditions."
She continued, "First, promise me that you'll think it over carefully until the day we actually do it. We can't predict how things will develop in the future, and we can stop if we regret it at any time. Second, if we really take that step, and you feel I'm no longer pure and want to leave me, you'll have to wait until the child is grown up before you can leave me."
I interrupted her, "If I were to despise you for what I've proposed, then I wouldn't be myself. After all these years, you should know what kind of person I am."
She nodded silently and continued, "Third, no matter how things develop in the future, you can't blame me, and you can't say I'm not pure when you're angry."
I said, "Silly girl, I'll thank you. You're so great, giving up your purest body for me. I love you so much."
My lips pressed against hers; at that moment, the action happened naturally.
"Fourth, I haven't thought it through yet. Once I do, I'll tell you a few more points, and you have to agree to them all."
At this moment, my wife's voice held a shy blush, her face flushed. I knew that this was the moment she would agree to give herself to me, and of course, she would be embarrassed.
My heart was pounding, a kind of excited palpitation. With trembling hands, I held Li Li's face and said, "Thank you, my dear wife. I'm willing to give everything for you."
Then, I kissed my wife deeply. When my wife and I slowly calmed down, and the trembling and palpitations subsided, my wife said softly, "How do you plan to persuade Dad? Do you still need to use those lies you told me to coax him?"
I smiled and said to my wife, "I still don't know what to do, but I think it's up to you." My wife looked at me suspiciously.
I continued with a grin, "I think it'll never work out with Dad. I think it'll depend on your charm. A woman pursuing a man is easy!" My wife was still puzzled.
I said, "To put it simply, I want you to seduce Dad, and then..."
Before I could finish, my wife's fingers were already pinching my arm. It really hurt! I jumped up, it hurt so much!
My wife said, "What do you want? I've already agreed, and you still want me to seduce him? Who do you think I am? I don't know how to seduce!"
I said, "Don't be angry, I'll explain slowly, we'll plan it out slowly. I think only if you take the initiative will Dad possibly agree. Dad is so old, the main reason he doesn't want a partner is probably because he's worried about the negative impact on us. It's unlikely he'll take the initiative with you."
My wife didn't say anything, probably agreeing with me.
I continued, "We'll use small stimuli in daily life to arouse Dad's desire first, and then you can give him subtle hints from time to time. I think with my wife's charm, no man can resist her."
My wife blushed and said, "I read some articles today, and I could never do what they described."
"We'll study it slowly, and then proceed step by step according to the plan. If it doesn't work out, we'll rehearse first, and I'll be your practice partner!"
My wife laughed and said, "Are we doing something clandestine? We're scheming against your dad! Hehe!"
Yes, I also felt it was strange. Scheming against a man to have a relationship with your wife—that's really bizarre.
The more we talked, the more interesting it became, as if we weren't talking about our own affairs. We both felt it was ridiculous, yet there was a vague feeling in our hearts. I didn't know if it was anticipation, trepidation, or something unreal.

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