Two beds (double bed) (01-03)

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Two Beds (1) The Cheating Husband
There is a large double bed in my house. That bed is about thirty years old. According to my dad
, it was the bed he bought when he and my mom got married. It was made of high-quality wood back then, sturdy and durable.
However, it is a bit old now. Two years ago, I took out the mattress and repainted the whole bed
. I sanded off the mottled old paint with sandpaper and then applied two layers of pink to match the room color.
My dad, who cherishes old things, didn't think much of this. He spent five or six hundred thousand yuan to get an
antique camphor wood bed that he said was made in the Qing Dynasty. He said that sleeping on it would feel like going back to ancient times. But he firmly opposed me changing to a
new bed. This was really unreasonable. So, between throwing it away and repainting it, my dad had no choice but to let me
apply a new pink paint.
Uh, pink. It's not my fault. My wife likes pink. Our room is all pink.
Pink walls, pink curtains and pink bed. Although the bed had been repainted, it
was still quite old, and it would creak every time my wife and I made love on it. But
I actually quite liked the sound; it made me feel like I was very vigorous, giving me extra energy.
Sometimes my dad, who lived downstairs, would complain, "Damn it, go easy on me! I can
hear that bed creaking all night. Have some consideration for this lonely old man!"
At that point, I would always laugh and say, "I inherited that from you. If I don't go all out, how will I give you a grandson to
hold?" Then I'd add, "My second son's strength is inherited from you." At this point, my father and I
would look at each other and burst into laughter.
We live in a three-story detached house that we built ourselves. When I was a child, it was originally an old
bungalow by the roadside. Later, when we had money, my father renovated it into a three-story house. The first floor was used as a garage, kitchen
, and dining room. My father, who lived alone, lived on the second floor, and my wife and I lived on the third floor.
Of course, it was a bit empty with only three people living in the house, which was about 80 square meters. A little over a year ago, my sister-in-law was admitted to a university near our home.
After discussing it with my wife, we decided to give her a spare room on the third floor. However, my wife probably never imagined that her sister
would sleep with me, and that we would often make that 30-year-old bed creak. Otherwise,
she wouldn't have let her sister live on the same floor as us.
Honestly, my wife and her sister are both good-looking. Both sisters are tall and slender, and both have
long hair. My wife is a bit shorter than her sister, but her breasts are much bigger. However, bigger breasts
inevitably mean looser ones. Her sister, though a size smaller, has very firm and bouncy breasts. Each has its own advantages. Besides,
my sister-in-law, being younger, likes to dance. Her slender waist is truly breathtaking when she shakes it; it looks
like she's going to break my penis. Although I'm incredibly strong and have a big, durable penis, sometimes
after a long day at work, I have to rush to have sex with my sister before my wife gets home. Dealing
with two sisters at the same time can be a bit overwhelming sometimes.
If you ask me how I'm so lucky to have gotten together with two beautiful sisters, I'll tell you, "It's all
fate." Or, to paraphrase that line from the movie *The God of Cookery*, "These things are all about talent."
Actually, it's all my wife's fault. Which industry is better? Why did she have to work for a travel agency? She's so competitive
, often working late or leading tours abroad, never home. And her sister is just so beautiful. I'm not some
saint, so getting together with her beautiful younger sister isn't entirely my fault; you could even say it's her sister's fault.
I just happened to be in that place, and I just happened to have a hard-on.
This happened last summer. It was a very hot day. I went to a strip karaoke bar with clients until
after 11 pm, drank a little, and when I got home, I opened the door to find her younger sister on the sofa, wearing only a thin t-shirt and shorts,
asleep watching TV in the living room. I forgot my wife was on a tour that day, and for a moment I thought it was my wife lying there trying to
seduce me. Besides, with her long, slender, fair legs curled up on the sofa, and her breasts exposed under her thin t-shirt without a bra
, even if I recognized her as my sister-in-law and not my wife, I don't think this would have been impossible.
I don't remember the initial events very clearly, but according to my sister-in-law, she
went out with friends that night, drank some alcohol, took a shower when she got home, threw her clothes in the washing machine, and watched TV in the living room
. Unexpectedly, she fell asleep while watching TV, which is why she was dressed like that. When I first started groping her,
she thought she was having a wet dream. When she woke up, I had already stripped her naked from the waist down, her t-shirt was pulled up, and
her nipples were bouncing under my tongue. To make matters worse, I had already spread her legs, and my hot glans had
already parted her soft pubic hair, pushed open her pink flesh, and was about to plunge into her wet and secret place.
My sister-in-law insists that she cried out, "Brother-in-law, no!" or something similar, but
I have no memory of it. Who knows if she's just making it up? All I remember is her long,
slender legs tightly wrapped around my waist, which I'd developed from years of swimming, her nails digging into my back muscles, her beautiful hair cascading
over my leather sofa, as she cried out, "I'm coming... Ahhh... No more... No more... You're so strong...
Help... I'm going to die..."
I'm sure I recognized her as my sister-in-law, not my wife, because my wife
is always quiet in bed. Although she might wrap her legs around my waist and hold me tightly, and her vaginal walls might
contract and grip my hot penis, she would never cry out so wildly, nor would she
thrust her hips so violently, letting her mons pubis slam against me.
Although I had already recognized that she wasn't my wife, my sister-in-law certainly knew even better that this was no dream. However,
under the circumstances, we simply couldn't stop. I admit I had never experienced such exciting sex before
, and I think my sister-in-law had too. I pulled her fair and tender legs onto the back of the sofa, clearly seeing my
large penis with bulging veins, thrusting again and again into my sister-in-law's juicy and tender vagina. The pink
labia moved in and out with my movements, and the thick, white fluid that gushed out with our movements
seemed to bloom like flowers on her soft pubic hair.
My sister-in-law could no longer scream under my relentless assault. The only
sounds in the small living room were my heavy breathing and her plaintive cries, accompanied by the "slap slap" of muscles colliding and
the "plop" of my penis thrusting in and out of her juicy vagina, creating a symphony of sexual passion.
I don't know how many times I brought her to orgasm, but then I buried my glans deep into her burning womb
, spraying copious amounts of semen onto her trembling uterine walls. She let out a long, soft cry,
her body and vagina convulsing uncontrollably, clinging tightly to me. My penis, inside her,
seemed to have been deprived of a woman for ten years, throbbing and ejaculating large amounts of semen.
After our breathing gradually calmed down, the alcohol in my brain had been
completely burned away by the passion we had just experienced. But my penis was still inside my sister-in-law's warm, tight vagina, her firm, youthful
breasts pressed tightly against my chest, and her fragrant breath sprayed directly onto my neck. I looked down to look at her,
but she buried her head tightly against me.
"Is it comfortable?" I asked her.
"Mmm," she didn't answer. I tried to pull away from her, but she held me tightly.
For a long time, we didn't speak, just held each other tightly. I didn't know what she was thinking
, but my mind was blank. I had slept with my wife's sister, which was wrong. Even if I had drunk
some alcohol, it was still wrong. But... but... this feeling was fucking amazing. Since I was nineteen and
had my first time with my then-girlfriend, I'd been with many women, including prostitutes, but
I'd never felt this good. I think my little brother probably felt the same way, because inside her, that
troublesome penis was getting hard again.
My sister-in-law immediately noticed this too; after all, there's a difference between a hot, hard penis and a soft, listless
one. This time, she tried to separate our tightly pressed bodies. She twisted her body, but
I held her down tightly, not letting her go.
"No," my sister-in-law whispered, her voice heavy with nasal congestion. "Get up, don't press down
on me."
Uh, I admit I had a little pang of conscience after my first time, but now, with my
throbbing penis inside my aunt's tender vagina, I could clearly feel its tightness and warmth. In this
situation, my meager conscience had long since vanished, so I didn't answer, instead holding
her even tighter.
"You're bullying me, I'll tell my sister, you scumbag, get away..." my aunt yelled, raising her voice
.
As she spoke, she tried to break free from my hold, her slender body twisting and turning beneath me, trying to roll
over, her soft little hands on my shoulders trying to push me away. But this wasn't an effective
tactic, not only because of the difference in strength between us, but also because her swollen mons pubis was constantly
slamming against my genitals with each movement. My burning glans was rubbing and bumping against her clitoris, while her breasts
were massaging my chest like a Thai massage.
Clearly, my aunt realized this wasn't working. She stopped struggling, panting, and her body
temperature, which had cooled slightly, seemed to rise again. I looked down at her flushed face and bright eyes glistening with tearful tears;
everything about her revealed a pitiful state of grievance and resentment, truly heartbreaking. Damn it, her older sister often uses this
tactic too, and I just can't seem to resist it.
"Brother-in-law, we can't do this. Get up, okay?" My aunt seemed to sense my softening and
changed to pleading, her voice so soft and her tone so earnest that it was impossible to refuse.
"This..." I hesitated, but my aunt's voice brought my last shred of conscience back to reality.
"Get up, I won't tell my sister, we'll pretend this never happened, okay, brother-in-law?"
My aunt continued to intensify her pitiful, girlish pleading. Looking at her pleading face and listening to her
nasal pleas, I hesitated even more.
"Okay, you can't tell your sister, okay? I was drunk just now, that's why I did it. I didn't
mean it, it's just that you were dressed so provocatively." I admitted I couldn't resist this kind of attack, especially since it was indeed my
fault.
"Okay, it's a deal, I won't tell my sister," my aunt said.
"Hmm, really?" I asked again. To be honest, I really didn't want to pull my penis out of her
body; the feeling was just too good. I couldn't help but start moving again, the glans rubbing
against her warm and tight flesh.
"Really?" My aunt nodded, nudging me. "Get up, don't keep moving around, hey...
don't move around, ah... ah."
Hearing my aunt's alluring moans, I couldn't resist. My penis, once it started moving, didn't want to stop
. Not doing it now would be a betrayal of myself, but doing it would be a betrayal of my wife. But my wife
wasn't there; instead, it was her beautiful younger sister. So, while moving, I said to my aunt, "
Sorry, little sister, I really can't resist. Look how hard I am."
"No... brother-in-law... I can't betray my sister... hey... get up... ah..." My aunt pounded
my shoulder, but her voice didn't sound like a rejection. Hmm... when I was so horny, she probably
wouldn't have noticed.
"Just once more... that's enough... I won't do it again." I forcefully
thrust my large penis deep into my aunt's body, probably making her weak all over. She even spread her tightly closed, plump legs, and my pubic bone slammed
solidly against her full, protruding mons pubis, the head of my penis fiercely pounding against her clitoris.
"Ah... brother-in-law... you... ah... no... ah... ah... no... no... so good... so good... so good...
I'm dying... stop... stop for a moment... oh..." My aunt started moaning again under my fierce onslaught.
I really didn't understand how my aunt, who was only twenty years old, could moan so well, completely different from her older sister.
Amidst my aunt's moans, we engaged in passionate intercourse. The barriers of propriety that had separated us were
shattered by my penis, and neither of us could resist the eruption of lust.
This time, unlike before when I was a little drunk and just kept thrusting wildly,
I stopped pressing down on my sister-in-law when I saw she had given up resisting. I turned her body ninety degrees, her upper body on the sofa, and pulled her legs up to
her chest, folding her body in half. I placed my knees on the edge of the sofa, allowing my waist to
move freely, and my sister-in-law cooperated with me by changing positions. During these changes, she wrapped her legs tightly around
my waist, preventing my penis from slipping out—a skill her older sister couldn't do.
After positioning myself, I began alternating between deep and shallow thrusts, watching my aunt's perfectly proportioned calves
extend straight down to her full, smooth thighs, above which lay her round, white buttocks. Her
supple waist, bent at a 90-degree angle, showed no excess fat. Her firm, white breasts bore two pink nipples. Looking down
, I saw her pink, tender labia, glistening with lustful moisture. Between them, my engorged, throbbing
penis was thrusting in and out of her labia.
"How is it? Is it good?" I teased.
"So...so good...it feels amazing," my aunt moaned in response.
"Is my penis big?" I continued.
"Big...big..." my aunt said.
"Not enough..." I said unsatisfied, gripping the back of the chair and pounding hard.
"Ah...so big...oh...faster...faster...ah ah...extra-large...ah...die...I'm going to die...
this big cock is fucking me...fucking me to death...ah...faster...ah...I'm dying...oh oh ah!" Under this onslaught
, my aunt's voice rose as she cried out, and soon she reached another climax. The walls of her vagina sucked and released my
glans, making my whole body tingle with pleasure.
"You slut...be more lewd..." I cursed, ignoring her pleas for mercy, my big cock pounding against my aunt's clitoris
, preparing to bring her to repeated climaxes.
"Oh...big meat stick...fuck...fuck my sister to death...I can't take it anymore...ah...so good...so good it's killing me
...I'm dying...ah...so deep...my sister's going to break...ah!" Auntie cried out loudly in a lustful voice.
"Wh...what sister, it's your vagina, you know what a vagina is, right?" I said.
"It's...oh...it's a super...super big meat stick...poke...poke it to burst...oh...my...vaginal...I...oh
...oh ah..." Auntie obediently cried out in a lustful voice, her beautiful eyes half-open and half-closed, her face as if in a daze,
looking completely bewildered, clearly on the verge of orgasm.
Her climax seemed even more intense this time; the contractions of her vagina were stronger, her fair face flushed
like cherry blossoms in spring, and she writhed wildly, her slender fingers gripping my broad shoulders tightly.
I had to lower her legs, hold her tightly, and stop thrusting. My glans pressed deeply against her clitoris
, savoring every throbbing of her beautiful opening. Her smooth legs now wrapped tightly around my waist,
her mons pubis rubbing against my genitals. Her moist, supple vagina gripped my penis, her clitoris opening and closing,
biting at my glans. It was so pleasurable I almost ejaculated, so I desperately contracted my groin muscles,
forcing back my budding semen.
After a while, my aunt's heaving breasts finally calmed down, and she
gently stroked my back with both hands. I figured I'd done a pretty good job, but then suddenly a sharp pain shot through my lower back. This woman
had pinched a small piece of my flesh with her nails, twisted it, and ripped a chunk of flesh off my waist
.
"Damn it!" I was about to swear, but seeing my aunt's tear-streaked face, I
swallowed it back. Damn it, I just can't stand seeing women cry.
"You...you're so mean. Again...again..." This time, my aunt really cried. Damn it, women are so strange.
Just a moment ago she was calling me "dear brother," "good husband," and "big dick," and now she's playing the
innocent, virginal trick on me.
"Don't cry, it's...it's my fault, I'm bad, I deserve to die, it's all because of my mom's lust,
she forgets everything when she sees a pretty girl like me..." I slapped myself a few times, a few solid, crisp slaps, cursing inwardly. "Screw
you, trying to pull this act? Can't I play innocent? Do you think I've never been a little girl? How I tricked your
sister back then, I'll trick you now." But the slaps stung my face, so painful. Damn, it's been
years since I practiced, I don't know my own strength.
Maybe I used enough force, because my aunt was stunned for a moment. Although tears still clung to her face
, at least she stopped sobbing. "Don't be like this, I didn't mean to blame you," my aunt said softly.
"Actually, I was also at fault, I...you...I just didn't have any strength left." As she spoke, my aunt blushed
, burying her head in my chest, revealing her snow-white neck glistening with sweat.
I tightened my arms around her, and she flinched slightly, but made no attempt to resist
. "But I still have plenty of strength," I teased in her ear, my still-erect penis throbbing inside her again
.
"You're so annoying!" my aunt said, her voice devoid of any nasal tone.
"Is it good or bad?" I pressed.
"I said it's bad, but you wouldn't listen," my aunt said, pausing before adding, "Could we not be on
the sofa? It's uncomfortable."
"Okay, then let's go into the room," I said, preparing to get up, but my aunt grabbed me.
"Don't come out," she said, her long legs wrapping around me again.
"Oh, how do I do that?" Moving her from the living room to the bed without pulling out is going to be difficult
.
"Think for yourself, if you can't figure it out, don't bother," she said, blinking as if she already knew the answer.
"Tch, this little thing is no problem for me, I'm just afraid you can't cooperate," I said, putting my hands under her knees.
"Hold on tight!" I said.
My aunt immediately hugged my neck tightly, and I slowly stood up. We'd been at it for a while, and standing up
almost made my back and legs give way. Luckily, I still go to the gym every week, so I didn't embarrass myself; I
can still lift a woman weighing over 40 kilograms. So my aunt clung to me, and the fluids from our joined bodies slowly
flowed down my thighs.
"Brother-in-law is so strong," my aunt whispered, pressing her lips to my earlobe and licking it with her tongue
.
"Get lost," I snapped. "Why do you eat so much? You're heavy." I endured
the tickling sensation as I slowly walked into the room.
Once on the bed, I gently placed my aunt beside it and began my assault. My thick, long penis was
fully inserted, and my aunt thrust her slender waist in rhythm with my movements, creating loud
clattering sounds. Even the old bed creaked and groaned along with our actions and moans. Under this
intense intercourse, my whole body heated up, and beads of sweat appeared on my forehead.
"I...I can't hold back...you...you hurry...hurry up..." My aunt cried out, holding my head and moaning,
struggling to hold back her climax, preparing to reach our peak simultaneously.
"I...I'm almost there...just bear with it." I answered breathlessly. Her beautiful vagina began to contract again. I
thrust my penis rapidly in and out of her vagina, each thrust going all the way in, each one slamming into her clitoris.
"Oh...I...really...ah..." Before she could finish speaking, my aunt suddenly hugged me tightly. The soft
muscles in her vagina now gripped my penis like iron hoops, her cervix spasming and contracting. Hot vaginal
fluid sprayed copiously onto my glans, making me see stars, my scalp tingle, and my legs tremble. I
thrust twice more, slamming my hot, swollen glans into my aunt's fiery uterus.
My aunt and I let out a cry of ecstasy as thick semen erupted from the tip of my penis. Countless
tadpoles crashed against the walls of her uterus. She convulsed beneath me, her vagina
gripping my shaft tightly as if trying to squeeze me dry, until the last drop of semen was released.
Holding her sweaty body, we were both too exhausted to move. Our breaths, released after the frenzy, brushed against
each other's faces. My aunt smiled faintly, and I smiled too. Reaching
climax simultaneously after intense intercourse was truly the greatest pleasure in life. Neither of us wanted to separate, so we
slept together, joined together.
From that day on, my aunt became my concubine. Whenever my wife wasn't home, she would sleep in my
room. Ironically, before my wife led a tour group abroad, she would always instruct her younger sister to keep a close eye on me. Ha... my wife's
absence was my motivation to come home early!
Speaking of which, it's 4:30 pm now. My wife is leading a delegation to the United States today, and the county magistrate is going north for a meeting. As a
civil servant, I naturally left work early to go home. I talked to my sister-in-law on the phone at noon. She didn't have class
this afternoon. I think she should be at home taking a shower, spraying perfume, and getting ready, waiting for me to come home and get to work.
Two beds (2)? The father-in-law shooting a gun
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The narrator of this episode is the father-in-law. 　　My wife has always dreamed of having an eight-legged bed like her grandmother's when she got married. However, when we
got 　　married over thirty years ago, no one made such a bed. So my father asked a furniture maker to make 　　one. Although he spared no expense, it still wasn't the eight-legged bridal bed my wife had always wanted. 　　But it was still a fine piece for its time, made of top-quality Taiwanese camphor wood, with carved legs. In those 　　days when everyone was poor, it was a very luxurious item. For decades, my wife never forgot the eight - 　　legged bed in her grandmother's room. But by the time we could afford it, and I found a Qing Dynasty rosewood eight-legged carved bridal bed 　　, my wife had already passed away. So I often lie on that antique bed thinking of my wife, of 　　the hardships she endured with me, and how she died before she could hold her grandchild. I can't help but sigh. Besides lamenting her early 　　death, I also lament becoming a lonely old woman, with no one to talk to at night. 　　Since my wife passed away a few years ago, I haven't had much of a sex life. At first, friends would invite me 　　to teahouses to relax and maybe meet some prostitutes. But one time, the head of the local police station called me in for tea, saying 　　they were on orders to crack down on prostitution. I'd been a village head for over ten years, had a good image, and my son worked for the county government, so he told 　　me to go less often to avoid getting arrested and hurting me. After hearing that, I felt too embarrassed to 　　go anymore. 　　Later, some people advised me to go to mainland China and find a young prostitute as a companion. But I saw my elementary school classmate, Wu Sang, 　　whose family was in chaos because he married a young woman in her early twenties from mainland China. His 　　neighbors would gossip about him when he took her out, saying things like "old cow eating young grass," "wife younger than daughter," "shameless," and " 　　lecherous old man." I figured it was better not to. But every time I went to Wu Sang's house and saw his young wife, 　　I couldn't help but feel a little envious. But envy aside, I didn't have the nerve to follow his example. 　　So, ever since my son married a beautiful woman two years ago, 　　the creaking of that old bed upstairs at night has become my greatest pleasure. I often listen to that sound and fantasize about 　　having sex with a beautiful woman on my own old Qing Dynasty pearwood eight-legged bed. Yes, I admit, sometimes I imagine 　　the beautiful woman lying on that antique bed is my wife, but I often fantasize about female celebrities and famous women. Like 　　that former female minister who speaks fluent English that the news is talking about right now—I've fantasized about her several times. So when my son 　　said he wanted to change beds a while ago, I was firmly against it. Just kidding, I'm like a lone bird without a nest now; not having a nest is bad enough, 　　but not even being able to hear the birds chirping upstairs is even worse. 　　"Creak, creak," damn it, the creaking of that bed upstairs is coming again. I looked at the clock; 　　it's not even eight o'clock yet. My son is really something, always getting excited. I smiled and continued watching TV. Huh? Wait 　　a minute, didn't my wife, who works at a travel agency, bring a tour group to America today? 　　Damn, what's my son doing now? 　　I thought about it. My son bringing a woman home? Impossible, my wife's sister lives upstairs, and 　　she came home around 4 PM today; she shouldn't have gone out. So, could it be my son and my wife's sister?!

How could this be? How could my son betray my beautiful and considerate wife? Every time she
goes abroad, she brings me gifts. She's beautiful, has big breasts, and often dresses very lightly in the summer, letting her father-in-law
eat ice cream. This is unacceptable! My son's actions are too much. As her father, I must uphold justice and
not treat her like this.
I opened the door, intending to go to the third floor, but stopped at the top of the stairs. No, this isn't right. If this
gets out, it won't be good for anyone. It will be a huge loss of face for both families. And even if I go in and catch him
in the act, what will I say? That woman might be my wife's sister, not some random woman. I can't
ignore her reputation. But if I just ignore it, my wife and in-laws will find out sooner or later. That's not
good either. I must resolve this quietly before my wife finds out.
But how can I resolve this?
I went back to my room and racked my brains. Upstairs, the bed kept creaking and groaning. Damn it,
that brat was still having fun over there. He'd slept with two pretty girls! Imagining my son on that bed with
my wife's sister made my mouth dry, and my penis even got hard. My mind was completely
blank.
Just then, the news broadcast a story about a guy in central Taiwan who caught his wife drugging his coffee with a hidden camera
. Hmm, that's a good idea. I'll get the evidence first.
So I found a company that installs surveillance equipment and told them I suspected my son and daughter-in-law were plotting against
me. I asked them to install surveillance equipment, though I figured they wouldn't care what I did with it, since it was in my house anyway.
So, during the day when no one was on the third floor, I asked them to install hidden cameras in the TVs in the living room and bedroom, and
run the cables to the recording equipment in my room on the second floor. The installer carefully taught me how to switch cameras
, zoom in and out, adjust the volume, and record.
The night after the equipment was installed, I found the evidence. My son and his wife's sister were acting
like a married couple while my wife was away. They were not only naked and cuddling in bed watching TV, but they were also kissing non-stop in the living room. They
even had sex with the lights on at night. My wife's sister is such a slut! As I watched the live
broadcast of their passionate encounter, I could hear the creaking sounds coming from upstairs, and I couldn't help but unzip my pants and start masturbating. Seeing
my son and his aunt's intense battle on the screen, my hand quickly rubbed my penis. With low
moans, my hands were already covered in sticky semen. That's when I realized I forgot to press the record button. Oh
well, my wife isn't going back to the country tomorrow anyway, so I figured these two illicit lovers would continue their battle tomorrow. I'll just
wait until tomorrow.
So I went to the bathroom to shower, hoping to calm down. But as I showered, my mind was filled with
images of my son and his aunt having sex. Damn it, it's been so long since I've had sex with a woman. Tonight, I
'm probably going to be a lonely bird without a nest again. It's truly a case of "Hey, hey, a lone bird cries for help, cries until the middle of the night, looking for
a nest but nowhere to find one..." That old song popped into my head. Damn it! My son has plenty to do, but his father doesn't
. Sigh, old age is useless.
After showering, I slowly walked back to my room wearing only my underwear, my crotch still bulging. Sigh, it's rare for my
old brother to be so energetic, but as the older brother, I'm quite helpless.
"You, why are you back?!" I said in surprise. "Something happened in America. The tour I led came back early," my wife 　　said weakly,
sitting on my antique bed . 　　I turned my head and saw that the TV in the room was still on, continuously broadcasting my son and his aunt's 　　live sex show upstairs. The bed upstairs was still making obscene creaking noises. My obedient wife was 　　sitting alone on the edge of my bed, head down, sobbing softly. 　　This was really bad; I had to turn off the TV immediately. But in this urgent situation, the remote control was nowhere to be found. 　　I looked left and right but couldn't find it. I had no choice but to block the TV screen with my body. But 　　the rickety bed upstairs kept making noise. Damn it, I should have let my son replace that bed in the first place. 　　"You, you..." I stood blocking the TV, looking at my wife sitting on the edge of the bed, not knowing what to say. I was 　　anxious, but my mind was blank. 　　I saw my wife sitting on the edge of the bed, head bowed, sobbing. Her shoulders trembled slightly. She was still wearing the suit 　　and well-fitting trousers she wore when she went out, and a pair of short-heeled shoes were lying next to my pillow. 　　"You...you saw it?" I asked. My 　　wife nodded, without looking up, and said, "I just got home. I wanted to surprise him, but who knew 　　they were doing...in my room..." As she spoke, she burst into tears, her frail body trembling 　　. 　　"They didn't see you?" I asked. My wife shook her head, her once beautiful long hair now looking unusually 　　weak and swaying. 　　This really broke my heart. I sat down on the edge of the bed, put my hand on my wife's shoulder, and said, "My dear wife, don't 　　cry. Dad will get justice for you. It's all my fault for not teaching our son properly when he was little. I'll go upstairs and teach them a lesson. 　　Don't cry, be good." Just as I was about to get up, my wife immediately reached out to stop me. But she kept her head down, 　　didn't even look at me, and reached out to press me down. Of all places, she pressed down on my penis. This 　　thing, which had been rock hard just moments before, really hurt a little when she pressed so hard. 　　My wife immediately noticed something was wrong, looked up at me, and a 　　blush of embarrassment flashed across her tear-streaked face before she immediately lowered her head again. I endured the pain, but dared not say anything, and gritted my teeth as I sat back 　　down . "No, Dad," my wife 　　said, 　　"if we make a scene now, the whole neighborhood will know. Let's talk about it tomorrow." 　　"You're still trying to save face for them," I said angrily, though though I was in the right, my voice 　　lacked strength. 　　"It's not about saving face for them, Dad, it's about Mom finding out! How am I supposed to explain this to her? She always 　　told me to take care of my sister, who knew..." My daughter-in-law cried as she explained to her father-in-law, "And this..."

"If this gets out, everyone will lose face. They may not care about their reputation, but I do, and even you, Dad, have yours."
"Yes, it's rare to see someone so thoughtful." I sighed. My wife's understanding made my heart ache even more. "
That's what I thought too, which is why I found someone to record this so my son can see it and be advised to know his limits. With
such a good wife like you, how could he act so recklessly?"
But upon hearing this, my wife cried even harder, her breathing becoming labored. I patted her
shoulder tenderly, saying, "Don't cry, don't cry. My son may be reckless, but I, as his father, only recognize you as my wife. Don't cry,
be good."
At that moment, my wife turned and leaned on my shoulder, sobbing. Warm tears seeped through her fingers and
onto my shoulder, a sight that evoked immense pity. In all my decades of life, I had never seen a
woman cry on my shoulder before, and I felt utterly at a loss.
My wife and I married through an arranged marriage. Although our relationship is good after marriage, we've never followed that tradition.
I didn't know how to handle the situation. Seeing my wife crying so hard, I put my arm around her shoulder and let her tears flow down
my shoulder. At that moment, I suddenly felt a surge of unease, and I didn't know why. I just felt that I wanted to make my wife feel better,
but I couldn't do anything about it, I was powerless to help.
My wife cried for a while and gradually stopped. She lowered her head, pushed me away, and said, "Dad, I'll
stay in a hotel for now and come back tomorrow."
"Are you alright? It's so late, is it convenient for a woman like you to stay in a hotel?" I asked.
"It's not inconvenient at all," my wife said. She looked up, brushed her hair aside, and said, "With money
, you can stay anywhere. What's there to be afraid of?" As she said this, her eyes were red and her cheeks were streaked with tears.
It made my heart ache. I wanted to tell her not to stay in a hotel; we had two empty rooms on this floor.
But I didn't know how to bring it up.
Just as I was thinking of something to say, I noticed my wife's eyes suddenly become serious. Her almond-shaped eyes stared straight
behind me. I turned around and saw the live broadcast showing the
couple upstairs making out in bed—they were doing 69.
"What's wrong?" I asked my wife. Her expression was a little scary, constantly shifting, her eyebrows sometimes
raised, sometimes furrowed. I nudged her, but she remained motionless. I figured it must be because the TV was still on,
so I got up to find the remote.
As soon as I stood up, my wife hugged me from behind. "Hug me," she said.
"What are you doing? I'm your father-in-law, don't do this." I turned around and said, my wife's body pressed against my back.
I could clearly feel the pressure of her breasts. Her warm hands slowly slid down my chest, and her warm
lips breathed a fragrant scent into my ear. Damn it, I'm going to go crazy if this continues.
"What are you doing? I'm your father-in-law, don't do this." I turned around and said, my wife's body pressed against my back.
I could clearly feel the pressure of her breasts. Her warm hands slowly slid down my chest, and her warm
lips breathed a fragrant scent into my ear. Damn it, I'm going to go crazy if this continues.
My wife didn't answer me. She slowly rubbed my body, and one hand slipped inside my underwear,
touching my penis. The warm touch of her young fingers made my penis jump as if it had been electrocuted.
"No, I can't hold back like this," I said weakly, but my wife ignored me completely.
Her hot tongue slowly slid down my spine, teasing my tailbone, while her hands
pulled my loose boxer shorts down to my ankles.
"Ugh... good wife, stop!" My patience was almost at its limit. I looked down and saw my wife's
pair of jade-like hands holding my black penis. Clear fluid seeped from the tip, and
my glans glistened in the light. My wife's fair hands were stroking my penis and massaging my
scrotum, making every pore on my body tense, and my heart pounded wildly as if it were about to burst out of my chest.
"Damn! I told you to stop, oh..." My wife's tongue swept across my buttocks, then slowly moved to my
front. I saw her long eyelashes trembling, seemingly still glistening with tears from earlier. She looked up at me
, but there was no desire in her eyes as I had hoped. Looking into her pupils, I felt a little intimidated by her stare
. There were emotions in those pupils that I didn't understand; I didn't know what they were. My wife brushed her hair
aside, then opened her red lips and took my glans into her mouth.
"Oh...oh..." I groaned. I hadn't felt this way in a long time. My wife knelt in front of me, giving
me a blowjob. She first licked the glans with her tongue, then licked up from the scrotum, her tongue
sweeping around under my urethra, making me tremble with pleasure. She repeated this action several times, then suddenly took my
entire penis into her mouth, my glans reaching deep into her throat.
"Ugh!" My wife immediately spat out my penis and coughed.
"What's wrong? Don't force yourself," I said. She actually tried to swallow my big cock whole; no
wonder she choked.
"N-no, it's okay," my wife looked up at me, her eyes still so deep. "So big,"
she said. But after saying that, she slowly swallowed my penis again, this time only a third of it,
while she used her soft little hands to hold and stroke the other two-thirds. She moved her mouth and hands at the same time,
quickly increasing my pleasure.
"So good, oh... oh..." This feeling is amazing. I closed my eyes, enjoying the stimulation from my wife's hands and mouth
. I
was so turned on that I could hardly stand, so I had to lean against the bedpost of the eight-legged bed.
After a while, my wife slowly pulled my penis out. My copper-colored penis was covered with her saliva.
She looked up at me. Logically speaking, this was a very provocative action, but I couldn't see a trace of seductive
charm in her deep eyes. My wife slowly stood up and began to take off her clothes. I watched as her fair and slender fingers
unbuttoned her shirt, one button after another, until the beige shirt fell to her feet. My wife
was only wearing a light yellow bra on her upper body. My God, her snow-white and smooth skin was almost blinding.
She took off her top, glanced at me again, and I turned my head away, not daring to look at her. I only heard my wife let out a very soft
sigh, followed by the sound of her long skirt hitting the ground. I couldn't help but glance over out of the corner of my eye. Although
I had seen those shapely, long legs before, and had fantasized about them, at this moment there was nothing there except for a pair of matching panties
. I swallowed hard; my penis was already at its limit, trembling with my wildly beating heart
.
"Look at me," my wife commanded. I had no choice but to turn my head back, just in time to see her alluring lips
curl into a smile. Then she walked towards me, took my hand, and placed it on the edge of her D-cup breasts.
I suddenly felt as if I had been electrocuted. Her body was warm, and her soft breasts were full of elasticity. My hand stopped on
those half-exposed breasts, unable to move.
I looked at my wife, and she looked at me. God, her eyes, filled with sorrow yet also determination, made me lose all
self-control. A thought I'd never felt before surged within me: I wanted her, I wanted this woman before me.
I could give up everything else, but I had to have this woman. I didn't care if she was my wife or someone else, I
didn't care if I went to hell or whatever. Damn it, I was determined to have this woman. But even though my mind raced with
the urge to hear her cries, I couldn't bring myself to move.
Suddenly, my wife's warm, delicate body threw herself into my arms. We fell onto the old bed. She frantically
pulled off her bra and panties. Guided by her fingers, my glans aimed at her soft, pink vulva,
feeling the warmth of her lips, but there was no moisture. My wife gritted her teeth and, in one breath,
slammed her raised buttocks all the way down. With the weight of her body and the lubrication of her saliva, my penis pierced her dry vagina in one go
, penetrating directly into her uterus.
"Eek..." My wife groaned in pain as she lay on top of me; it must have been very painful. Her beautiful
eyebrows were furrowed, and her teeth were clenched beneath her tightly pressed lips.
"Don't push yourself too hard," I said, stroking her hair. "My thing is big; it'll hurt you like this."
"It's supposed to hurt," my wife said with a forced smile. She twisted her slender waist and lifted her body, shaking
her hair at the same time.
"You're not comfortable like this," I said. "Don't move."
"Mind your own business," my wife said, slightly angry. She gritted her teeth, her face stubborn as she held onto my body and began to
move up and down. The tight, dry walls of her vagina rubbed against my thick penis; the tightness of her vagina felt like my
first time with my wife decades ago.
"You can't do this," I said, reaching out to hold her tightly, preventing her from moving any further. She struggled in my arms
for a while before stopping.
"It hurts, doesn't it?" I asked her softly. She turned her face away, tears glistening in her eyes.
"Don't cry, don't cry, sweetie, it's not your fault, why are you crying?" I hugged my wife, gently stroking
her smooth back, my throbbing penis remaining inside her dry yet warm body.
While she was crying, I separated our bodies. I didn't like women having
sex with me through dry, tight openings; the feeling of pulling out was like pulling a stick out of a sand dune.
My wife noticed this movement. She looked up, her swollen eyes no longer holding the mysterious
depth and determination they had before. Her tears continued to flow, her nose red and tingling. We looked at each other for a
moment, then she slowly rested her head against my chest. I watched her black hair fall in front of me.
"Dad, thank you," my wife said.
"What are you saying? I'm not the kind of person who takes advantage of others in distress," I said proudly, though
many questions lingered in my mind. Was my hesitation because she was my wife? Or was it because I didn't want to become
an accomplice in her self-harm? Or was it that I was unwilling to make love to the woman I loved under these circumstances? I didn't understand at all,
and I didn't want to understand; there were too many taboos involved.
After a long while, I noticed my wife's body was getting heavier and heavier. I nudged her, only to find she had already fallen asleep
. I gently moved her to the pillow beside me. Tears still clung to her face, and her beautiful, flawless
body made my penis stand erect.
I propped my head up with my hand, lying on the bed, looking at my wife's naked body again and again from beginning to end: her full
breasts, her slender waist without any excess fat, her firm buttocks, her long calves, and the dark forest between her snow-white thighs
—the place where I had just deeply penetrated.
I sighed, slowly got out of bed, and the TV screen still showed my son's bed, with messy
bedding and two naked bodies entwined in sleep. The woman who should be on screen was lying on my bed. I glanced back
at my wife's beautiful naked body, then looked down at my rock-hard penis, sighed again, threw on a short-sleeved shirt,
and went to the living room to smoke.
On the coffee table was the remote control I'd been looking for. Damn it, how could it be here?
I smoked, but my mind was filled with images of my wife's snow-white naked body and the feeling of being inside her. Damn it,
what was I thinking? I pushed away what I had almost gotten my hands on. Why worry about all that? I should just fuck her,
fuck her like my son fucks his sister. I stubbed out my cigarette and started masturbating again, my mind filled with
images of me and my daughter-in-law making love, the warmth of her body, her warm, wet vagina, the hot breath from her red lips
, the feeling of my scalding semen filling her womb.
"Oh..." I collapsed onto the sofa, my glans throbbing as I ejaculated a large amount of semen, making my hands,
thighs, and the sofa sticky. Even so, the images flying through my mind still wouldn't
leave. I smoked another cigarette, cleaned myself up, went back to the room, and quietly lay down next to my daughter-in-law. She didn't open
her eyes, but moved over and buried her head in my arms.
The next morning, when I woke up, my wife had vanished from my arms. I got up and walked around the second
floor, but there was no sign of her. I went back to my room and stared blankly at my antique Qing Dynasty bed. She
was gone; last night felt like a fleeting dream. I lay back down, the delicate fragrance of her body still lingering on my pillow. I
shook the covers, and a long strand of black hair slowly fell down. In the morning sunlight, it
shimmered like an angel's feather. I stared at that strand of hair until it settled on my blanket.

Two Beds (3)
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The narrator of this episode is changed to the daughter-in-law. 　　-------------------------------------------------------------
I
have always dreamed of having my own bed since I was a child, a
big bed where I can stretch out my limbs and roll around. Maybe it's a bit strange, but that's the truth. Some women like designer handbags, some women
like to travel abroad, some women like big kitchens, and I like big beds. Maybe it's because I
didn't have my own bed until I went to university.
My father passed away when I was a child. He was a civil servant. When I was seven years old, he smiled and
said goodbye to my sister and me, and then went to work. As a result, his motorcycle was hit by a truck, and my
father disappeared from my life. My mother raised my sister and me alone. Because the economic situation was not very good, my sister and I
slept in the same room since I was a child, using a bunk bed. I slept on the top bunk and my sister slept on the bottom bunk. It wasn't until I left home to go to
university that I had my own bed.
Now, I have two large single-person beds in my home, both of which are mine. One is for my
husband and me, and the other is for my father-in-law and me. The former bed once broke my heart, while the latter
allowed me to start anew. Although the two beds are from different eras and are made differently, they share one thing in common: they both
creak when my husband and I make love on them.
If you call me a promiscuous incestuous woman, I'll admit to incest, but I won't admit to being promiscuous. If
having relationships with only two men counts as promiscuity, then there are far more promiscuous people in the world than me. Actually, I believe
that I only fell in love with my husband's father after we got married, and my husband should bear full responsibility for this
, since he slept with my sister first.
That day, I opened one eye and found myself lying on an antique bed. The four bedposts were carved with intricate patterns, and
the ceiling was decorated with meticulously painted ancient ladies. Was I dreaming? I wondered. I turned to wake my husband and ask him something,
only to realize that the arm I was using as a pillow was actually my father-in-law's. I was not only sleeping against him, but I
was also completely naked. In that brief moment, everything from the previous night flooded back. I quickly got up,
dressed, and glanced back at my sleeping father-in-law. He was sleeping soundly. That bed was one he
bought in memory of his deceased mother-in-law, but she had never slept in it. I was the first woman to sleep with him there.
I turned on the TV in his room. The screen showed my husband and my sister sleeping together, embracing.
The morning light streamed through the curtains I had chosen, bathing my bed in a pinkish
glow. The man and woman slept in each other's arms, looking blissfully happy. But the man was my husband,
and the woman was my sister. I couldn't help but cry again. I turned off the TV, went downstairs, got in my
car, and drove away.
As I drove, tears streamed down my face. How could they look so happy? That was
my bed, my room, my man, and my… sister. How could they be so presumptuous as
to think that taking down my wedding photo from above my bed would turn my room into their new home?
A memory flashed through my mind of what my younger sister had once told me: "Sister, your boyfriend is so handsome! I wish I had
a boyfriend like that someday." My sister was only in her first year of high school then, and my then-boyfriend's husband came to visit
.
"Don't worry, you're so pretty, your future boyfriend will definitely be even better," I remember replying
.
"No, I love you, sister. If I marry someone else, it won't be easy for
us to see each other anymore, so let's both marry your husbands!" my sister said, blinking at me. Because my father died early, only
my mother was responsible for supporting the family, and I had always taken care of my sister, who was six years younger than me. So she was always very attached to me. At the time, I
thought she was just joking, but now, thinking back, did my sister deliberately get into a university close to our home
and then intentionally seduce my husband?
I don't know, my mind is spinning. How did my home become like this? I'm driving alone,
but I don't know where to go. Should I go home? Is that place still my home? Is there any place for me anymore
? I want to go back to my parents' house, but how can I tell my mother that my sister stole my husband? I don't know, I really don't know.
I drove all the way to the sea, until I stopped on the road by the windbreak forest. Looking at the sea, I
suddenly had a strong urge to drink. So I bought a few cans of vodka, parked the car in the windbreak forest, and started
chugging it down. The vodka was very strong, but I didn't mind at all. I just wanted to get drunk and forget all this. I
gulped down the fiery vodka, and with my frantic drinking, I finally passed out on the steering wheel.
In my dream, I dreamt that my husband and I were making love. We were doing it very intensely. The large, old bed was
creaking loudly and shaking up and down. I was shouting out lewd moans I'd never uttered before. My
husband's penis was thrusting in and out of me, pounding against my clitoris, until finally his hot semen filled
my uterus. My whole body was convulsing, and my vagina was clamped around his thick penis, trying to squeeze out his semen.
When we separated, I was still feeling the satisfaction of my orgasm.
After a while, I turned my head, wanting to snuggle into my husband's arms, but then I suddenly realized that
the man lying next to me was my father-in-law. I screamed in fright and became fully awake.
"Knock knock knock," a knocking sound came from the car window.
I turned my head and saw a young policeman, his police motorcycle parked beside me. I rolled down the car window,
but the sea breeze immediately made me vomit. I couldn't stop, and my clothes and the car were covered
in a stench of stomach acid and alcohol. After vomiting for a while, I finally collapsed into the seat, panting.
The policeman frowned and said, "Miss, you're way too drunk. You can't drive like this."
I nodded. My head was throbbing; I couldn't even walk, let alone drive.
"Do you have a phone at home? I'll have your family come pick you up," the policeman kindly asked.
I gave him my home phone number, and he made the call. It was my father-in-law on the other end
.
"Hello, where are you? I can't find you anywhere. I've called your cell phone several times, but you didn't answer. Why is it the police
calling? What's wrong?" he asked with concern. Hearing his concerned voice, I felt a surge of warmth, followed
by a pang of sadness, and tears welled up in my eyes again.
"I...I'm drunk, and I'm..." I looked at the policeman; I really
didn't know where I was.
The policeman took the phone and explained the situation to my father-in-law: "Hello, this is a policeman from XX Police Station.
Your young lady is drunk and has vomited all over the car. Do you want to come pick her up? Drive along XX Road...
"
The policeman then clearly explained the location to my father-in-law. Then he handed the phone back to me.
"It's alright, I'll come pick you up right now. Drive to the police station first and wait for me there. I'll
be there soon." My father-in-law on the other end of the phone comforted me as if he were comforting his daughter. So I went back to the police
station with the police.
"Oh dear, oh dear, what happened to you?" My father-in-law
said with concern when he saw that I reeked of alcohol and stomach acid
. "Go home quickly and take a shower, I'll change your clothes." "Okay," I replied, and as I was about to stand up, I felt dizzy again. My father-in-law didn't mind the mess and quickly supported me.
"Thank you, thank you." My father-in-law gave the two boxes of tea he brought to the district police station, helping me walk while
thanking the police all the way.
I sat in my father-in-law's car, feeling dizzy all the way home. When it was time to climb the stairs, my father-in-law
simply carried me on his back.
"Go take a shower." My father-in-law carried me to the bathroom door on the second floor, put me down, and said, "A shower will
help you wake up. I'll go upstairs and get your clothes."
I went into the bathroom, turned on the shower, tested the water temperature, and rinsed myself off, trying to forget some things.
So much had happened that day. First, I discovered my husband and sister were having an affair, then what happened last night in my father-in-law's
room—the first time in my life I'd gotten completely drunk. Sigh, what's wrong with my life? In this situation
, only my father-in-law is there for me. Life really is unpredictable.
I heard my father-in-law knocking on the door. "I brought your clothes."
I opened the door and peeked out. When my father-in-law saw me, his face turned red, and he stood there blankly,
holding my clothes.
"Dad, the clothes," I said. My father-in-law's face turned even redder, and he quickly handed me the clothes. I could clearly
see his sweatpants bulging. My father-in-law obviously noticed too; he quickly turned and left.
My father-in-law's action amused me. After showering and turning off the tap, I heard music coming from outside
. He was singing karaoke. Hearing his voice eased my gloom a little . He loves karaoke, and his 　　singing
is quite good. He was singing Jiang Hui's new song, a duet: 　　"Words of love in dreams—are they true or false? No matter how the wind and rain blow, I still won't wake up. 　　The words whispered in my dreams, though only a few, warm my heart. I really want to cherish them." 　　Then I thought of the night I slept in his arms, and the way he blushed just now. Thinking 　　of this, I couldn't help but smile. Although he's over fifty, his expression just now was like 　　that of a lovestruck teenager. But his penis is quite large, no smaller than my husband's. 　　It seems father and son do have a genetic predisposition. 　　I dried myself off and put on the light blue matching underwear set my father-in-law had brought me. He has a good eye for fashion 　　; this is my favorite set because it not only supports my bust but 　　is also very comfortable. The suit was another favorite: a beige, deep V-neck, three-quarter-sleeve knit top paired with a fitted, knee 　　-length black A-line skirt with a side slit that went up to my thigh. It wasn't very expensive, but it looked 　　good and allowed for easy movement. 　　I went to the living room, and my father-in-law was still singing, mimicking the female vocals. I laughed 　　; the scene was absolutely hilarious. You can imagine a fifty-something-year-old man in front of the TV, mimicking 　　Jiang Hui's singing in a high-pitched voice. But my father-in-law wasn't just mimicking the voice; he was mimicking the expressions too. How to describe it? 　　Let's say you imagine an old dog trying to meow like a cat. 　　"What are you laughing at?" my father-in-law asked, his face flushed. 　　"Nothing, you sang very well," I laughed, bending over and half-squatting on the floor. 　　"Nonsense," my father-in-law said a little embarrassedly, as he continued singing the male part. 　　I watched him sing earnestly; his male vocals of A-Du's part were quite pleasant. After finishing the male part, 　　he didn't sing the female part this time, pausing there, probably afraid I'd laugh at him. Then he turned around and tossed the microphone to 　　me, saying, 　　"Here, you sing, you're a woman." 　　"I can't sing," I waved my hands in refusal. 　　"Nonsense, how could you, as a tour guide, not know it?" my father-in-law said. 　　Seeing his expectant look, I had no choice but to pick up the microphone and continue singing. Of course, I knew this song 　　; it's a popular karaoke song these days. 　　"The sweet words in my dreams are real, not fake. Although the dream is short, I will love you forever and never regret it. 　　The words I whispered in my dream are a vow of eternal love. I hope you will remember them in your heart. I will accompany you with all my heart." 　　My father-in-law nodded, picked up another microphone, and continued singing. I sang along. The 　　part where men and women sang together was quite difficult, but my father-in-law sang it quite well. 　　 "Thank you for your honesty, which gave me a chance to start over. I've 　　tasted the flavor of first love, and I've calmed down and thoroughly understood the feelings. Only our love was beautiful. 　　Let fate arrange everything. Thank you for God's blessing, for giving us a chance to love each other." 　　When he sang the last line, my father-in-law looked at me. His face was flushed, and his eyes had a strange 　　light. But as soon as he met my eyes, he immediately looked away. My heart skipped a beat. My father-in-law liked 　　me, and he liked me very much.

"Are you tired? It's still early, go get some sleep," my father-in-law said, though he didn't dare look at me.
"Okay," I replied casually, and was about to go upstairs when I suddenly thought of my husband and sister on that
bed. Which bed should I sleep in? I glanced back at my father-in-law, who was
staring at me intently.
"Dad, what are you looking at?" I asked the honest man with a smile, having made a decision in my mind.
"N-nothing..." he stammered, "I think you're very beautiful." His head drooped even
lower.
I laughed and deliberately walked up to him, knowing that my deep V-neck blouse
would expose my entire breast to his lowered gaze.
"What's so beautiful about me?" I asked.
He quickly raised his head, our eyes less than half a foot apart. He groaned, but didn't
look away. "You're... very beautiful," he replied, swallowing hard.
"Really?" I twirled around in front of my father-in-law, secretly enjoying the thrill of making him dizzy with delight.
"You have a good eye for clothes. I really like this outfit."
"Yes, actually, you're beautiful, you look good in anything." My father-in-law said, his eyes still involuntarily
fixed on my snow-white chest.
"Don't you think the slit in this dress is quite nice?" I stretched out my leg, pulling the already high slit
even higher.
"Yes, it is very nice." My father-in-law stared intently at my inner thighs, not only swallowing but also smacking his
lips.
"It's a pity you're not wearing pantyhose, otherwise it would look even better." I bent down and ran my hand up my thigh.
"What color pantyhose do you think would match?"
"The color doesn't matter, the kind with straps would be best." My father-in-law seemed to regret saying that.
I looked up, glancing at him out of the corner of my eye, and said, "Then I'll wear it for you next time. Okay,
I can sleep in your bed."
I slowly walked towards my father-in-law's room, very slowly, hoping to be held tightly in my arms.
I walked slowly into his room, but I was disappointed; he didn't chase after me to hug me. I walked
to the old dressing table in the room. Had I overestimated my charm?
Just then, a strong arm grabbed me from behind, one hand tightly encircling my waist, and
lips kissing my neck.
"Dad, what are you doing?" I pretended to struggle, but my father-in-law tightened his grip on my arm.
"I love you. Ever since you married into our family, I've often thought about being with you," my father-in-law said urgently
, his hand quickly slipping inside my collar and grasping my breast. His other hand then groped from
under my high-slit skirt all the way to my vulva.
"Really? Then why didn't you make love to me last night?" I twisted my body, my father-in-law's attacks were too stimulating
, his thick penis was pressed against my buttocks, and even through my clothes, I could feel his throbbing
desire.
"Yesterday was different," my father-in-law said, as he pulled open my bra, took my breasts out of my clothes
, and pinched my sensitive nipples. He also lifted my skirt from behind, revealing my light blue,
semi-transparent panties.
"Oh... Daddy..." I moaned, spreading my legs to match his movements.
"I'm going to fuck you to death," my father-in-law said urgently, his eyes gleaming with a strange light. "I
've regretted it since last night. I want to be with you, I don't care about anything else."
"You..." I didn't expect my father-in-law to say that, but before I could think any further, my panties were
pulled down to my thighs. His rough fingers parted my labia and quickly found my clitoris. I moaned even louder .
My father-in-law's body pressed down on me from behind, forcing me to bend over and brace myself on the dressing table.
In the mirror, I saw my breasts being kneaded by my father-in-law. Under his gentle, sometimes light, sometimes firm kneading,
my nipples soon became engorged and erect. My father-in-law licked my earlobe and whispered in my ear, "I've wanted to see your two
big tits for so long." As he spoke, he inserted his fingers into my vagina. His rough fingers
skillfully teased my vulva and clitoris, making my body heat up quickly.
Every time his fingers penetrated deeper, I felt them tightly wrapped around my flesh,
waves of pleasure emanating from where we touched. The squelching sounds of his fingers filled the air, and I
knew my juices were flowing freely.
"Dad, I'm your daughter-in-law," I asked. Had my father-in-law already decided to betray his son?
"So what? I don't care if you go to hell," he shouted. I felt a burning heat on my labia; his
tip had already pressed against my body, penetrating deep within my desire.
My sensitive vulva and his large penis were pressed tightly together, the sensation like fire
shooting up my spine to my head. Finally, when the hot tip reached my uterine wall, I couldn't help but groan
.
"Oh… Dad, you've reached the very end." His penis completely filled my vagina; the feeling
was incredibly pleasurable, and I couldn't help but sigh.
"This is where we're joined together, feel it, you're so wet." My father-in-law
pulled my hand towards our joined area. I touched my labia and his penis; the amount of fluid was indeed
extraordinary, and this action intensified my sensations.
"It's all because of you... ah..." I protested to my father-in-law, but he thrust forward. I held onto
the dressing table with one hand, his huge penis violently pounding against my most sensitive spot. My hand gripped the table, letting
the hot penis pierce my body.
"I... I what... is it good... um..." My father-in-law asked, thrusting into me like a madman,
not at all like someone in their fifties. The violent force made the dressing table creak and groan. Under
his rough force, I could only press my face against the cool mirror, letting my round buttocks clearly feel
the impact from my father-in-law's pubic bone.
"So good...so good...oh...so deep...ah...you're killing your daughter-in-law...ah..." I groaned. My father-in-law
's glans continued to slam hard against my clitoris, again and again. The intense pleasure made my whole body go
numb, and my head felt like it was being struck by lightning, flashing through my mind with each of his thrusts.
"You're not my daughter-in-law, you...you're my wife, I want you to be my wife...wife..." My father-in-law panted
, sweat rolling down his wrinkled face.
"Yes...yes...husband...husband...you're so amazing...ah...ah...I can't take it anymore...ah...I'm going to break."
Under my father-in-law's seemingly endless thrusting, my body began to convulse, every hair on my body stood on end, and my juices
flowed like a burst dam from my thighs down to my ankles. The peak of pleasure surged
through me with each thrust, making me feel like I was flying. My mind was blank except for the intense pleasure
; the only sensation was the feeling of my father-in-law's penis rubbing against my vagina.
"I...I'm going to cum...I can't hold back..." my father-in-law growled.
"Cum...cum inside...ah...ah..." I cried out wildly.
With our passionate cries, my father-in-law's thick, hard penis thrust deep into my uterus. His glans trembled, and
scalding semen shot violently into my womb. My pleasure instantly reached its peak. I thrust my round,
upturned buttocks back, pressing our genitals tightly together. My father-in-law held me tightly as well. The overwhelming pleasure made my vision go 　　black
. As my consciousness faded, my father-in-law's hot penis remained deeply inserted into
my body.

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