The Struggle of Humanity

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The Struggle of Humanity
Foreword:
First, I assure you all that this is a true story. For the sake of vividness, some details, characters, and
locations are fictional. To reflect the fact that the characters in this true work are nameless, this story was dictated and
written by me. I felt that this story was very vivid and touching, so I decided to write it down and publish it here. At
the request of the protagonist, you are welcome to forward it, but please indicate the original author as "Lady Peach Blossom"! He hopes that more
people will see it, and he also welcomes the characters in the story to identify with him. The plot of the story is touching and captivating, but
there are few descriptions of sex and they are only touched upon briefly. Friends who do not like this kind of content, please go back!
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Part One: Infatuation
(Part 1)
To be honest, I am a very old-fashioned and traditional man. Although I am very successful in my career, my
personality is definitely not as frivolous and dashing as it appears on the surface. Strictly speaking, my wife and I got married first and then fell in love. It was only in the last
two years, when friends said that she looked like Dae Jang Geum, that I began to appreciate her more carefully and began to realize that she was quite
attractive. Our marriage was purely accidental. I was 30 years old that year. After graduating from university, I quit my job and started my own business.
I already owned a fairly large decoration engineering company and two building materials distribution companies. I chose her
because she was ordinary. She was 24 years old at the time and worked for a company that often couldn't pay its employees. She was plain-looking,
of average build, and not very tall. I just wanted to live a stable life and fulfill my duty of having children. However,
everything was disrupted by a small incident, which even changed the fate of several people.
Before the marriage, I owned a 200-square-meter duplex apartment, which I had originally planned for my university
girlfriend and me to use when we got married. But things don't always go as planned. After we had been busy for several months and our love nest was completely completed
, we broke up. I won't go into the reasons for the breakup here. Then I met my current wife,
and we got married in a flash. To be honest, we both knew in our hearts that we didn't love each other. At the time, I thought she
only wanted me because I was rich. As I mentioned earlier, I own a decoration company and a building materials company,
so I poured a lot of energy into the renovation. To make my little home unique, I even personally
designed and constructed it. In the master bedroom on the second floor, opposite my super king-size bed, there's a TV displaying
an Impressionist painting by a struggling artist. Afraid of ruining the art, I casually gave him 10,000 yuan. Apparently, that
guy got drunk that night and became incredibly confident in his artistic career. Behind the painting is a safe. Don't
laugh, I'm not very creative; this is something I learned from movies. I reckon a thief could
find it in no time. But the safe behind the painting is quite something. Buying and installing it cost nearly 60,000
yuan. It's a new product from Siemens. I don't know if the dealer misled me, but since
Siemens has a unified distribution system with only one dealership per province, they told me I was currently the only
customer in the province and the fifth nationwide to use this model of safe. However, what's both funny and frustrating is that the safe I bought for 60,000 yuan
can only hold 300,000 yuan. However, my initial intention in buying it wasn't to store money; I didn't have that
much spare cash at home anyway. The screw on the upper right corner of the safe door was a camera, made
exactly like the other three screws, and it was adjustable. As per my instructions, the corresponding screw for the oil painting in front was
a suitcase screw. On the uneven surface of the painting, it was difficult to distinguish the real from the fake; even a close-up
wouldn't tell the difference, especially since there was a large TV in front of the painting, making it difficult to get close and see. Initially, the other end of the camera was connected
to a video recorder in another room. By using an extended tape and secret recording, it could continuously record the last 720
minutes of the bedroom. Of course, I've now switched to digital recording, and the recording time is much longer—
but that's another story. Others buy safes to protect themselves from thieves; I bought it purely for the camera, wanting to
record my girlfriend and me making love so I could relive it later. However, even my
girlfriend at the time didn't know the secret of this safe.
My wife and I had a fairly lively wedding; her parents were very happy that day. It was the third time I had met her
parents. His father was very tall and looked quite young. My wife said he was nearly fifty, but he looked
about my age. Years of struggling in the business world had aged him prematurely; although he
was still 1.8 meters tall, he was slightly hunched over and looked even more haggard than my father-in-law. My mother-in-law had a kind face and
always had a smile on her lips. She wasn't very talkative, and my wife said she was a Buddhist. Our wedding night was perfect.
I swear it was our first time making love, even though we both knew it wasn't our first time, we were still as nervous
as middle school students. After she took off her clothes, I noticed her beautiful curves and smooth skin. It seemed my new
wife wasn't good at dressing up. Her breasts were very well-proportioned, not too big or too small, and slightly soft, probably
because they had been touched before. Her pubic area was full, and her pubic hair was sparse, the kind I loved. After
kissing and caressing, her vagina was very wet, but penetration was still a bit difficult. Her vagina was very tight.
Looking at her dazed eyes and tightly bitten lower lip, her coy resistance made me feel a surge of affection. It seems
I made the right choice; at least my wife is a stunner in bed. Less than two minutes into the thrusting, her legs clamped tightly around
my buttocks, and her small mouth sucked hard on my nipples. I was instantly overwhelmed by the stimulation
, a surge of heat rushing from my perineum to my head. I groaned, and my semen gushed out. I felt like I ejaculated
for a full minute, even longer than the actual intercourse. Then I held her tightly, maintaining that
position from that moment. She cooperated, clamping around me and moaning softly. I felt my penis hadn't softened;
the pleasure was still lingering. Seven or eight minutes later, it was still very hard when I pulled out. I slowly released her, and she buried her head
under my neck, one arm around my chest, and whimpered, "You're choking me!" I
smiled contentedly and said, "That felt so good!"
We were both still immersed in the passion of the moment. After a moment of silence, I said, "Now you're officially my wife
!"
She turned her head away, stared at me blankly for a moment, then lowered it again. After a long while, she said softly, "You should know
this isn't my first time..."
I said, "I know!"
She said, "Don't you mind?"
I seemed to have expected her to ask this question, so I said, "I do mind. Every man wants his wife's
first time to be his, but I'm not a virgin either, so I have no reason to ask you. Besides, I want to live a good life
. After what you've been through, you should cherish our life even more!"
She asked me again, "Don't you want to know who it was?"
I shook my head and said, "It doesn't matter... it doesn't matter who it was..."
She nodded vigorously, and I felt something warm flowing down my neck...
Our married life was wonderful, like all newlyweds! Although we didn't know each other very well yet,
we were like greedy children, making love regardless of time or place. We finally found harmony in our sex life
, we both understood this, and we were both trying to adapt to each other, to adapt to our new life, and to try
to love each other and to love our family! She's a well-educated woman. After we got married, we
reorganized our individual book collections and put them together, making our study quite spacious. Although
e-books are abundant now, we both still unanimously prefer paper books! In our free time,
we immerse ourselves in the study, deepening our understanding of each other by learning what kind of books the other likes to read.
Early summer in the north is beautiful, with a mild climate and green buds sprouting from the grass and trees! Watching my wife
gracefully clean the house is one of my greatest pleasures. I once suggested hiring a housekeeper, but she said no,
she didn't plan to go back to work since she wouldn't get paid anyway, and she wanted to be a full-time housewife so I could focus on earning money.
I respect her decision; I can afford it, but I don't want her to overwork herself. A slight regret is that her cooking
skills are rather average, so our bookshelves have accumulated quite a few cookbooks and similar books! In short, our married
life is incredibly blissful! I felt like I had the same drive and energy I had when I was in college, and I was in a particularly good mood.
Even the employees at the company were infected by my joy, and they thanked God for letting me get married. Some even dared to joke with me!
I was naturally very happy about all of this! On the third day after the wedding, according to northern customs, the newlyweds had to take
gifts back to the bride's parents' home, a custom called "returning to the bride's family." There were many rules for this. They had to go after sunrise and
return before sunset, and they had to eat two meals, one of which was dumplings. The first batch of dumplings scooped out
couldn't be eaten; we had to take them back to our own home and count them. It was said that the number of dumplings would determine whether we
would have a boy or a girl... Anyway, my mother-in-law was very enthusiastic about it, and we just listened. It was from
the day of the "returning to the bride's family" that I began to understand my father-in-law and mother-in-law better. My father-in-law was
a senior teacher at a key middle school in our city, and also a democratic figure. He had a high reputation in the school and even in the city, so he only
went to the school when he had classes. When he didn't have classes, he could "wander" freely! So I spend most of my time at home. My mother-in-law
is two years younger than my father-in-law, a true lady of high society, dignified and calm, with her hair still very black, always neatly combed,
not a single stray hair. My wife bears some resemblance to her, but her temperament is far inferior to my mother-in-law's. Although she
is also quiet, there is a hint of wanton charm in her bones! Perhaps my mother-in-law was
like my wife when she was young, perhaps my wife will become my mother-in-law when she gets old, or perhaps they were originally two different kinds of people
! My mother-in-law is also a devout Buddhist, spending three days at the temple on the first and fifteenth of each month, and usually observing vegetarianism and
chanting Buddhist prayers. My father-in-law's eyes are always piercing, as if marrying his only daughter to me is a bad deal
, which makes me feel very awkward. He also has a large capacity for alcohol; luckily, I also have a large capacity for alcohol, otherwise I would have been drunk under the table.
On the day of my wife's return visit to her parents' home, I noticed that my wife was always clinging to her father, while keeping her ethereal mother
at a distance. As darkness fell and our second meal had to end, my father-in-law, contrary to my expectations, didn't
nag me about how to treat his daughter well. Instead, to my surprise, he tightly grasped my wife's
hand and told her to treat me well, live a good life together, and respect and understand each other. I was so moved that I didn't know
what to say. But when I looked at my wife, I noticed a sad, hazy look in her eyes, half-open and
half-closed, glistening with tears, just like when we made love. I've been living alone since I was a teenager, and I'm naturally
suspicious. That day, my wife's eyes touched me deeply, but I didn't think much of it, assuming it was just her nature
.
Later, we went a few more times, sometimes with my mother-in-law, sometimes without. Each time, her father and I drank quite
a bit, and my wife never tried to stop us. Neither of us ever got too drunk. I repeatedly told them that since my biological parents
had passed away, I would treat them as I would my own parents, caring for them in their old age and seeing them off in their final days. At these times,
my mother-in-law would smile like a reincarnation of Guanyin, while my father-in-law's smile would be forced. I should say I hadn't fully
integrated into their family yet, so I always acted cautiously, observing their expressions
and subtle gestures. I remembered every expression and subtle action of theirs. And every time we parted, my wife's eyes would gleam with a
dreamy light.
More than half a year passed like this. I felt like I was living in a honey pot, enjoying
the happiest life in the world with my wife. The days of hardship and displacement were gone forever. Whenever we had free time
, we would be inseparable, like two pieces of clay molded together, never to be separated. Now I understand
the meaning of being inseparable, like glue and water. We are like two close, diligent birds carefully building our
nest of love!
(II)
Perhaps it was the nourishment of love, but I gained weight and my spirits improved considerably. My wife's complexion became even
rosier and more alluring, especially her lips, which were completely different from before our marriage—full, vibrant, and
as delicate as a rose petal without lipstick. Every time my gaze fell upon her lips, I couldn't resist giving them a big kiss
.
At the end of the year, the home renovation market was bustling with activity. The suppliers' delivery speed couldn't keep up with my consumption.
Construction teams were in high demand, and my schedule was fully booked for renovations for the next six months. I had to hire
laborers from the streets, with experienced foremen leading the work. Of course, the clients were dissatisfied with the quality. To avoid
complaints, I forced a smile every day, working tirelessly from morning till night. Just when things were at their most critical, materials ran out.
To reduce expenses, I had to drive to the provincial capital to find alternative suppliers.
I decided to leave on short notice. I intended to call my wife to tell her I was leaving, but my intense
curiosity drove me to make a detour home, wanting to see the look in her eyes as we parted. When I got home, she
was lazily curled up on the bed reading, the TV on, showing a boring variety show. I glanced at her—and I'm not afraid
to admit it—and my first impression was that she looked like a fat, juicy Peking duck. I really wanted to go up and devour
her! But time was too tight, so I told her I had something urgent to grab and would be leaving immediately. She slowly
sat up, climbed out of bed, and followed behind me, constantly asking where I was going, what I was doing, and when
. When we reached the door, I turned to look into her eyes, and sure enough, there was that same
hazy light in them, the same light she had when she looked at her father. She hugged me, buried her head in my chest, and whispered, "Drive carefully, come back soon
!" I restrained myself and said, "Okay, take care of yourself too." She wouldn't let go. This
atmosphere of life and death made me want to laugh, but I held it in and said to her, "If you feel lonely or scared, go back to
your parents' house, or bring them here." She nodded slightly…
Things went much more smoothly than I expected. After all, the building materials market is still a buyer's market. In less than a
day, I signed three contracts, one of which had already started supplying goods by truck that afternoon. The boss
was from Wenzhou, but he was very straightforward and didn't seem to be in a hurry to collect payment. Not only that, he was extremely
attentive, trying his best to persuade me to stay in the provincial capital for a few more days. Of course, I didn't want to waste my time, but I couldn't refuse the dinner
.
To make a long story short, the Wenzhou boss's main point was that he had partnered with someone to open a sanitary ware company in Wenzhou.
Firstly, they couldn't find a market in the provincial capital, and secondly, they were being ostracized by other manufacturers and distributors, including local criminal elements
. He hoped I could open up sales channels in the surrounding areas, using a "rural-to-urban" strategy to secure a foothold in the province. The cooperation
arrangement was also profitable for me. I deliberately acted less enthusiastic, raising many difficulties. The Wenzhou boss
wasn't stupid; he hinted that the payment and delivery time for the first batch of goods I had already sent were negotiable, and even said that if I agreed,
I could even get it for free! Honestly, the attraction was too great, but I didn't show it.
After thinking it over in my mind, I said to him, "How about this, I'm not in a hurry to go back. I'll stay with you for a couple of days, firstly to see your
capabilities, and secondly to introduce you to some friends. It'll save you from being bullied here as an outsider."
That night, I called my wife to tell her I would be going back a few days later and let her make her own arrangements. Although we
had only been apart for a day, it felt like an eternity. She kept saying she missed me, which made me very aroused. So I
said to her, "How about we do it on the phone?"
She said, "How?"
I said, "We can touch ourselves while whispering sweet nothings!" There
was a sudden silence on the phone. After a while, I heard heavy breathing on the other end. I asked, "Honey
, are you doing it?"
A muffled voice came from the other end: "Mmm... and you?"
I quickly reached into my pants, pulled out my penis, and started stroking it. The breathing on the other end of the phone grew heavier, and
she began to moan softly, sometimes fast, sometimes slow. Aroused by her, I slowed my masturbation and
said to her, "Baby, say something!"
She replied, "What do you want to hear...?"
...
Me: "Tell me a story, tell me a story about your sex life..."
The moaning on the other end of the phone didn't stop, as if she was trying her best to control her pleasure.
After a few rapid moans, the intermittent voice came through: "Husband...I'm touching my pussy right now...I
miss you so much, come back and do it with me...I, I want you...I want you to fuck me! Mmm...I want your
cock! Come on, suck my nipples! Are my breasts big? Husband, your cock is so big, so thick...Come on
, put it in...My pussy is so uncomfortable...so itchy, come and fuck me! Ah...ah...slower
, it's too big! Husband, it feels so good...deeper, harder, yes, that's it...push
harder...harder...harder! Ah!...fuck me harder...! It feels so good!" Hearing the lewd
words on the other end, I couldn't control myself anymore, and my semen shot out all at once. After a while, there were a few loud screams on the other end and then there was no sound
. I know she also had an orgasm. Every time she orgasms, she bites down on something so that she doesn't make a sound,
and then slowly lets go while breathing heavily! Sure enough, after about half a minute, I heard intermittent
panting on the other end of the phone. I heard her swallow and say, "Honey, are you still there?...Did you ejaculate?"
I said, "If I didn't, would I still be a man? Hehe! It's all over the bed. This is the first time I've heard you say
something like this..."
She: "Did you like it?"
Me: "Of course I liked it."
She: "Am I a vulgar woman?"
Me: "Don't think nonsense, these are two different things. I like it this way. You will always be my good wife, it's just
..."
She: "Just what?"
Me: "Just next time, say it a little more vulgarly, a little more realistically, hehe!"
She: "You bad boy! Wasn't it realistic enough or vulgar enough today? Do you want your wife to become a female hooligan?"
Me: "Of course not, I want you to be a slut! Of course, only in my bed, hehe!"
She: "Honey, it's almost midnight. I'm so tired from all that, I want to sleep!"
Me: "Okay, baby, sleep."
The phone call lasted for almost an hour. I was tired from the journey and the ejaculation, so I
lay down and drifted off to sleep!
The next day, I introduced several of my friends to the Wenzhou boss. It was clear they quickly
got along very well, and my friends generously declared that no one would dare bully him again. Everyone...
It was a very enjoyable time. We drank quite a bit, of course, and seeing that things were going smoothly, I decided to return the next day.
Back at the hotel, I had just finished showering when my phone rang. It was my wife. She asked what I was doing and when
I was coming back. I teased her, saying it would be several more days and things were difficult. She then whine and said she missed me, and
then asked, "Honey, do you still want to do what you did last night?" To be honest, I was quite drunk and tired
, but I couldn't refuse, so I said, "Of course I do!" She chuckled and said, "Wait a minute!"
and hung up.
Compared to the previous night, I was much more sober. The phone rang again soon after. I answered, and loud moans
and shouts came through. I thought to myself, "She's getting into character pretty quickly!" I lit a cigarette and listened to my wife moaning.
She had definitely improved; she seemed much more real than the previous day, using more profanity and swearing,
and lasting longer. As I lit my third cigarette, I suddenly had a feeling—someone was really having sex with her! Although I
don't have much experience with sex, my intuition told me that someone was having sex with her! This shocked me quite a bit. After
a quick thought, I pretended to moan a few times, but the moans continued. After a pause, I said into the phone, "Wife?
Wife?" She stopped, and my wife said, "What's wrong, honey?"
I said, "I've already ejaculated, let's talk for a bit!"
She said, "I'm not done yet!... Hmm, only once! Okay, let's talk for a bit."
I rambled on, asking her questions, trying to get her to talk more. On the phone, I
could sense that she was trying hard to control her emotions; her voice was sometimes loud, sometimes soft, and there was static everywhere
! This further solidified my judgment—she was having sex with someone else! After about ten minutes, she finally
said, "Honey, I'm tired and want to sleep. You've worked so hard too, go to sleep early..." After hanging up
, my thoughts were in turmoil. Our happy life had just begun, I had just started to feel love for each other, and then this happened. It was
a huge blow to me. I kept telling myself it wasn't real, it couldn't be, I was just drunk and
overthinking!
(III)
The next day, I hurriedly set off on my journey at dawn. My mind was in turmoil, my thoughts were constantly wandering,
and I almost had a car accident. I tried hard to concentrate, constantly telling myself I was being too sensitive, too neurotic,
that my years of wandering had made me suspicious. But the speed of the car told me I couldn't listen.
More than four hours later, the car had entered the suburbs, and I could already see the red roof of the largest temple in our area in the distance
. Unconsciously, the car slowed down, and I began to hesitate
. Was it really necessary to go back like this? What if my wife was really with another man? That would mean the newly established family
was on the verge of collapse, and I would have to return to my old, busy, monotonous, and restless life. What if
she wasn't with another man? My explanation of a surprise wouldn't be convincing;
she's incredibly intelligent and would definitely suspect something. That would cast a shadow over our lives, and mutual
suspicion would be the beginning of any nightmare. I slowly pulled the car over to the side of the road, lit a cigarette, and felt incredibly conflicted.
I vaguely heard the distant sound of temple bells. I knew this place well; I'd brought my mother-in-law here several times before. So I
drove directly into the back gate. I didn't know what day it was; several cars were already parked in the open space.
After parking, I got out and wandered around aimlessly like a tourist. Many devout men and women walked back and forth, some hurried, some leisurely.
I stood blankly behind the main hall, watching the bells swaying in the wind at the four corners of the hall, hoping
to find some clue in the distant sound.
I don't know how much time passed, but my feet started to feel numb from the cold, so I slowly walked towards the car.
Suddenly, I looked up and saw my mother-in-law standing quietly beside the car, her hands naturally crossed over her lower abdomen—she looked just
like a statue of Guanyin! I paused for a moment, then walked straight over: "Mom, what brings you here?" I knew this question was unnecessary,
even a cover-up; she was a regular here, and that was what she should be asking me. My mother-in-law smiled slightly, still
very charming, her forgiving smile like that of someone facing a child who had made a mistake but couldn't lie. I felt even more at a loss.
My mother-in-law immediately said, "I only knew you were here when I saw your car. You seemed lost in thought, so I didn't want
to disturb you. Why are you back so soon?" My mind raced. From her words
, I could tell she knew things I thought she didn't. There were too many
things between us that couldn't be said openly, and too many things we didn't understand about each other. That's why she used this questioning method
to test me, as a stepping stone to further strengthen our relationship. And her questioning style was incredibly clever—neither humble nor arrogant—ensuring
she would get the answer she wanted no matter how I answered. Now I understand why monks are always so
enlightened, often speaking eloquently. They speak slowly, using profound and mysterious language,
giving themselves more time to think, while the other person has far less time to think, making
them seem even more enigmatic! So I slowly replied, "I had some things to take care of at home, so
I came back. I've been so busy lately that I thought I'd find some peace and quiet here with Buddha, haha!" My mother-in-law
smiled kindly as before, "Did you find it?" I was surprised and stared at her. She didn't avoid my gaze; it was
the first time I'd looked at her face so closely. I panicked a little and said to her, "Mom, it's too cold. Have you finished burning
incense? Let me take you home!" She said, "No, I'll stay for two more days. You go ahead and do what you need to do
!" As if I'd been granted a pardon, I quickly got into the car. When I rolled down the window to say goodbye, I saw a hint of hesitation in her eyes
, so I asked, "Mom, is there anything else?" This time her smile was a little forced, and she
said to me, "No, the day after tomorrow is the Little New Year. Come back for the New Year!" I said, "Oh, I'll definitely come back. I'm off then
!"
I drove onto the highway and stopped again. I felt I had found the answer, so I took out my phone and called my wife
, telling her I'd be home in half an hour.
My wife sounded very excited on the phone, and I couldn't wait to park the car, go upstairs, and open the door. She was wearing
a bright red, tight-fitting cotton bodysuit that accentuated her curves. I pounced on her, hugged her, and tried to kiss her.
She lightly touched my lips with hers before pulling away, saying, "My father-in-law is here too!" I then noticed that
my father-in-law was sitting on the sofa watching TV. He stood up and politely greeted me when I came in. Caught off guard, I felt
a little embarrassed and stood there grinning foolishly. My wife intervened, letting me take a shower and change. After the shower,
I felt refreshed, and the gloom in my heart vanished. I felt foolish for my wild guesses and couldn't help but
smile wryly.
No matter how much we tried to persuade him to stay, my father-in-law refused, even skipping lunch. I thought to myself, "My father-in-law
is quite reasonable; he knows to give us a place to stay." As we saw him to the door, my wife
's eyes once again revealed that sorrowful, hazy look. This time, however, my father-in-law's eyes seemed to hold a hint of
pain and helplessness, though only for a moment, I caught it. After seeing my father-in-law off, I put my arm around my wife's
waist, feeling her beautiful curves, and couldn't control myself any longer. I picked her up and carried her upstairs to the bedroom. Once on the bed
, we eagerly undressed. I kissed her passionately, kneading her breasts and sucking on her
nipples. Soon, her nipples hardened, like large, red cherries! I reached down to her genitals; her
vagina was tightly closed. I parted it with my fingers, and her juices gushed out. Soon, her vulva and inner thighs
were limp. She tightly wrapped one arm around my neck, while the other played with my penis,
moaning incessantly. I knelt on the bed and brought my penis to her mouth. She looked at it greedily and then took it in. My
other hand continuously rubbed her clitoris, her most sensitive spot; just a few strokes were enough to make her
wet. She sucked my penis carefully. I love it when she gives me oral sex; her mouth and tongue are so soft,
and she sucks with such force and focus. Although her technique isn't very polished, she has a natural talent, making you feel like
there's always a warm, moist, soft cavity tightly enveloping your penis! Someone with poor willpower would probably
ejaculate in less than a minute! I couldn't hold back any longer, so I thrust my penis into her vagina. It went in smoothly today;
she seemed a little loose down there. When we first got married, I said her vagina was like a virgin's, and she said it was because my penis
was so big. I complimented her, saying, "I think so, yours is tight, mine is big!" I kept thrusting, kissing
her ears and neck. Her moans were especially loud today. I whispered in her ear, "Wife, I want
you to be like you were yesterday!" She moaned and said, "No, it's okay on the phone… like this, I can't say it
out loud…" I said no, I want to hear it! She still seemed embarrassed, I didn't know if it was from excitement or
shyness. Seeing her face turn red, after my repeated insistence, she finally said in a very soft voice, "Husband
...fuck me!" I said I wanted more, and she seemed about to climax: "Oh...husband, fuck me...
fuck me hard! Fuck my pussy! I want your big...big cock! Fuck me...faster! It feels so good!" I
thrust a few times and then pressed myself tightly against her. She squeezed me tightly, biting my neck hard, moaning softly
! I ejaculated, but I felt she hadn't actually climaxed; she was just doing it to please me!
Anyway, I still felt great; absence makes the heart grow fonder!
She went to the bathroom, and I leaned against the bed, listlessly watching TV. Suddenly, I noticed the painting behind the TV
...My wife came in, snuggling against me with a seductive air. I kissed her cheek and said
, "I'm going to wash up too, you go get something to eat," then got out of bed, put on my pajamas, and went into the bathroom. After hearing her
come downstairs, I quietly went to the storage room at the other end of the bedroom, where the terminal of the safe's camera was hidden
. I took out the videotape, replaced it with a new one, and checked my watch; it was almost 12:30 PM
. This meant the tape I had now should record events from the previous 720 minutes.
I put the tape into a camera and went downstairs to have lunch with her. After lunch, I told her
I had a lot of things to do at the highway station, and that she didn't need to rush back; I'd go to the company in the afternoon. Then I grabbed my briefcase and the camera and
left. At the office, I told the deputy manager that he would handle everything in the afternoon and not to
disturb me unless there were special circumstances. The person who came in said I wasn't there, then locked himself in his office, unplugged the phone, and connected the camera
to the computer. My hands were trembling; this was the first time I'd watched this tape. I hoped the machine was broken and
there wouldn't be any image. If I'd known this thing was so troublesome, I wouldn't have installed it.
The machine started whirring, the screen showing 6:40 AM. The image was dark, a dark
greenish hue. It seemed my money hadn't been wasted; this device automatically adjusted to the light, switching to
infrared imaging in low light or at night. As I mentioned before, this thing was originally intended to film me
and my ex-girlfriend having sex, but to make it look natural so she wouldn't know, most of the footage
was of the bed. I could vaguely see my wife's head and an arm sticking out from under the covers; my
spot was empty. I breathed a sigh of relief, thinking how superfluous I was. How could someone like my wife cheat on
me? She had a good, strict education, and her family was quite strict. I couldn't help but smile wryly, making myself
a cup of tea, feeling increasingly bored. But curiosity compelled me to keep watching. I started
fast-forwarding, otherwise it would take six hours to finish! At 7:10 AM, someone entered the bedroom
. I resumed normal playback and began to tense up! The man came in and kissed my wife
. She was clearly awake and seemed to be trying to avoid him. Judging from his back, he was probably my father-in-law. My
feelings were complicated. He went to the window and drew back the curtains, letting in a flood of winter sunlight. The camera
slowly switched to normal recording, and the people and background in the video began to show color. I stared intently
at the screen. My father-in-law walked to the bedside and said something, while my wife remained lying there. I really regretted not
installing an audio device; then I would have known what they were saying. I know my wife usually sleeps naked.
Perhaps my father-in-law was urging her to get up, and she was afraid he would see but too embarrassed to say anything, so she refused to get up. My
father-in-law sat on the edge of the bed as he spoke, which surprised me. From what I knew, families like hers were
very strict about hierarchy and the proper conduct between husband and wife; they were supposed to be the most devout adherents of traditional morality.
My father-in-law, a Taoist priest, had already surprised me by kissing her, but now he was sitting on his own daughter's bed
. What happened next left me speechless; the things I least wanted to happen and
the things I could never have predicted were unfolding one after another.
My father-in-law slowly moved from sitting on the edge of the bed to leaning against the headboard—my spot! My wife's hair was
a little disheveled; she seemed to still be asleep, possessing an indescribable sexiness. I wished she was sleepwalking!
They were still talking when, at 7:22, my wife sat up, pulling the blanket over her chest.
She was clearly still a little shy. That old man actually grabbed my wife's bare shoulders, and she slowly raised
her head to look at her father. This went on for a full half minute before they suddenly embraced. The blanket
slipped from my wife's chest, revealing that she wasn't wearing anything; her full breasts were almost blindingly exposed in the center of the screen. They were clearly
very excited, constantly changing their embracing positions. My wife's breasts were swaying back and forth, sometimes
flattened, sometimes falling off her father's chest…
My mind went blank…
They finally kissed, not the kind between father and daughter, but the passionate kiss between lovers, so
utterly absorbed, so inseparable. My father-in-law was already tall and strong, with a youthful face,
and very well-dressed. If you didn't know their relationship, you would definitely think they were a couple deeply in love. The old man
's hands were restless, sometimes cupping my wife's face, sometimes kneading her breasts, but very gently, not
as forcefully as mine. I didn't know if I should continue watching! They just kept kissing and touching. I noticed that although they
were constantly kissing, my wife never touched any part of her father's body; her hands were only loosely draped
over his neck, and my father-in-law only occasionally kneaded her breasts. Apart from that, they didn't
do anything else. My instincts calmed me down, and what I expected didn't happen. At
7:41, they finally separated. They looked at each other for a few seconds without saying a word, and my father-in-law
turned and left. My wife sat blankly on the bed, burying her head deeply in her knees. Then she suddenly lifted
her head and ran her hands through her hair, clearly in pain. She slowly lifted the covers and got out of bed to find her
clothes. She was indeed completely naked. I calmed down, but found my manhood more erect than ever before. I really
don't understand, are people more rational or more animalistic? At 7:50, the
figures in the video stopped moving.
Until 11:57, I carried my wife, both dignified and alluring, her face flushed, into the bedroom to begin
the battle I had before coming to the company. I finished watching the six-hour tape in two hours, feeling a
mix of emotions. Was this my fate? I lost my parents at a young age, practically living
under someone else's roof. Just as things were starting to look up from my unemployment, my beloved first love inexplicably broke up with me.
My wife had been married for only six months, and she was having an affair with her father. I'm only thirty! What will happen next
? I don't even dare to think about it.
I sat there dumbfounded in my office, listening to the footsteps pacing outside. I will not bow to fate,
not before, and not ever. I know we've fallen deeply in love, passionately, and I know I
don't hate her. I could tell from the intense physical reaction I had after watching them being intimate
. With that conclusion in mind, I can set my course: to fight a battle to protect my marriage, my family, and my love
! Although I know it will be incredibly difficult!

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