I became the matchmaker between my father and wife - 110 regrets

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At this moment, the two in the father's bedroom were having a passionate battle, which had reached the point of "final battle". The whole room was filled with the sounds of flesh hitting flesh, the sound of genitals rubbing together, the two's rapid breathing, and Xiaoying's unrestrained moaning and groaning. I wonder if Xiaoying could hear the phone under her pillow at this moment.
"Ah...ha..." Just then, I was startled awake by a loud, lewd moan from the live monitor. I saw that my father had pressed his hips hard against Xiaoying's hips, and his entire lower body, including his scrotum, began to contract rapidly, repeatedly ejaculating his semen into Xiaoying's vagina and uterus.
Finally, with a fierce thrust from her father, Xiaoying's upper body lifted off the bed, her beautiful hair falling down. Only her slender waist supported her entire body. She reached her climax at the moment her father ejaculated. Xiaoying continued to endure the baptism of her father's semen, letting out a final, high-pitched, and unwilling moan. Her whole body trembled with the frequency of her father's ejaculation, obediently allowing her father to "inseminate" her.
The father's ejaculation continued, and Xiaoying was still obediently being fertilized by him. After what seemed like an eternity of intense passion, the two reached the peak of their desire once again. Their climaxes continued, and their bodies remained motionless. Then, their bodies trembled slightly with each ejaculation, and time seemed to freeze at that moment.
When I was awakened by the sounds of their climax, while they were still "fertilizing" each other, I glanced at the time in the lower right corner of my computer and found that it was already 0:02 AM. The day was over, and Xiaoying's birthday had passed.
It was all too late. I numbly put down my phone, tears of regret and guilt streaming down my face, finally falling into my mouth—salty and bitter. I don't know if it was from guilt towards Xiaoying, or from seeing my father and Xiaoying reunite; in short, I was heartbroken, my heart aching so much I could hardly breathe. I don't remember how many times I called, but in the end, none of the calls went through, and my blessings never reached Xiaoying…
My regret had reached its limit. Time had passed, and the mistake was irreparable. Despite my best efforts, I couldn't salvage the situation, leaving behind an irreparable regret. Why did I suddenly hang up on Xiaoying? If I had waited even a minute longer—no, even half a minute—Xiaoying would have reminded me. But I hung up before she finished speaking.
How can we salvage this? If we don't, the budding romance we've just started might revert to square one, or even worse. I completely understand Ying's anger and sadness; if it were me, I'd probably be even more upset than her. Now that Ying's birthday has passed, it's impossible to make amends through a phone call or birthday wishes.
Suddenly, an idea struck me. That's it! The bracelet—Xiaoying's favorite one from that shopping trip. When I get home from my business trip, I'll buy it first, then surprise Xiaoying when I get home. As for forgetting to wish her a happy birthday and call, that's easy. I'll just tell Xiaoying it was on purpose, a surprise. The allure of the bracelet should convince her, and even if she doesn't, she won't be angry. That's what I'll do. For the next few days, I'll pretend I don't know anything, and then I'll take care of it when I get back.
Having figured all this out and found a way to remedy the situation, I felt less depressed. I took a few deep breaths; it really was a nerve-wracking moment. I continued to watch the computer monitor video, wanting to see how my father had celebrated Xiaoying's birthday, how they started, what positions they used, and whether they had made any new progress.
In the video, Xiaoying and her father are still savoring the afterglow of their climax. Slowly, her father lowers Xiaoying's limp legs, and she lies on his bed like a limp rag, letting him pull out his now-limp penis. Their breathing gradually calms down, and her father gently lowers her legs, pulls out his penis, and then lies on top of her. Their bodies are now face to face, both recovering their strength.
It seemed like the two of them would need a long time to recover, so I decided to watch the surveillance video from the beginning. I reset the timeline to the moment they were eating...
"Thanks, Dad, thank you for celebrating my birthday today." Xiaoying said to her father with a flushed face after they finished their toast. Xiaoying doesn't have a high alcohol tolerance, and her face turned slightly red after drinking a little.
"Jincheng isn't home. If I don't celebrate with you, who will? By the way, did Jincheng call you? Did he say what gift he wanted to give you?" The father, oblivious to the situation, spoke casually to Xiaoying, unaware that his words had touched a raw nerve with her.
"Ah... he called, he said... he said he'd make up for it with a gift when he gets back." A hint of embarrassment and sadness flashed across Xiaoying's face, but she didn't tell her father directly and instead lied to cover it up. Although Xiaoying hid it well, her sudden attack from her father still revealed obvious panic and sadness, all of which her father saw, and a hint of doubt flashed in his eyes.
"Well, that's good. When he gets back, he'll have to make it up to you properly." The father said without thinking, but after he finished speaking, perhaps sensing that the word "make it up" was a bit ambiguous, he realized it and his old face turned red, looking quite embarrassed. Xiaoying, on the other hand, didn't seem to mind, just smiled gently.
"Dad, I'm happy today, let's have another drink." It seemed that Xiaoying was a little unhappy because I hadn't called her today. She, who usually avoided drinking, actually took the initiative to pick up the bottle and pour herself a drink. She poured more than half a glass, and then poured a drink for her father. It was clear that she wanted to drink to vent her frustrations.
"No, no, no, Xiaoying, this wine has a strong aftereffect. You can't hold your liquor, so don't drink anymore." Her father hurriedly tried to dissuade her as he watched her pour the wine, but Xiaoying didn't listen to him and ended up pouring more than half a glass of wine for both of them.
"By the way, Dad, are you fully recovered? If you can't drink, you don't need to drink with me, I'll drink by myself." After saying that, Xiaoying took a big gulp of wine. Perhaps she drank it too quickly, because after one sip, she started coughing with her head down. Seeing this, her father quickly got up and went to Xiaoying's side, patting her back.
"Okay, Dad, I'm fine." After coughing for a while, Xiaoying shook her head. Seeing that Xiaoying was alright, her father returned to his seat.
"I've fully recovered and can drink anything. Since you want to drink, Dad will drink with you. But just this one last glass, don't drink anymore. I know your alcohol tolerance." Seeing Xiaoying's expression, the father probably guessed what was going on and reluctantly agreed.
The two began chatting and eating. Gradually, their second glass of wine was almost empty, and Xiaoying seemed to be getting tipsy. She wanted to pour herself another glass, but her father snatched it away, refusing to let her drink any more. Most men, wanting to get closer to their partners, would encourage them to drink more, but her father's refusal showed that his priority was Xiaoying's health, not sex, indicating that he wasn't driven by lust at that moment.
The wine bottle was snatched away, and Xiaoying, helpless, ate a few bites of food before leaving the table and returning to her bedroom, her steps slightly unsteady. Her father began clearing the table and washing the dishes. By this time, it was past 8 PM, just minutes before Xiaoying called me. In her bedroom, Xiaoying's face was flushed. She sat on the bed, holding her phone, looking at it over and over again. Finally, she gently bit her lip, and tears began to stream down her cheeks…
My father was still tidying up the living room and kitchen. Xiaoying sat alone on the bed, holding her phone and crying. Meanwhile, I was at the dinner table, clinking glasses and chatting with my colleagues. After a while, Xiaoying wiped her tears with the back of her hand, and finally made up her mind to call me. She sniffed and then dialed the number she had called me the night before.
From the surveillance footage, she spoke to me word by word. Then, at the end, when she didn't receive my blessings over the phone, tears streamed down her face again. But yesterday's noisy dinner party, and my carelessness, had prevented me from noticing anything unusual about Xiaoying on the other end of the line. Finally, as I hung up, Xiaoying, tears still on her face, stared blankly at the phone that had been abruptly disconnected. Tears streamed uncontrollably from her eyes, and she bit her lip until it bled.
Seeing this, I slapped myself twice across the face. I understood how much pain Xiaoying must have been in. She didn't care about her father celebrating her birthday, or even what gifts others gave her. What she wanted most was my blessing as her husband; even a simple, warm phone call would have made her incredibly happy. But last night, I was so careless, completely shattering her birthday dreams and breaking her heart. Seeing Xiaoying's heartbroken state, my heart ached.
"You big liar, you big liar! You said you loved me, loved me forever, and you forgot my birthday! You huge liar! I hate you, I hate you!" After crying for a while, Xiaoying slammed her phone onto the bed, her hair whipping around as she cursed me incessantly. Finally, she collapsed onto the bed, no longer able to hold back her sobs, and began to weep loudly. As the saying goes, the deeper the love, the harsher the criticism. The angrier and sadder Xiaoying was at that moment, the more she loved and cared for me. If she didn't love me, she wouldn't care whether I called her or not.
My father, who was sweeping and finishing up in the living room, heard the crying. He probably thought something had happened to Xiaoying, so he quickly dropped the broom and rushed into our bedroom. He saw Xiaoying lying on the bed crying loudly and, thinking that Xiaoying was unwell, he rushed to help her up with deep worry and panic on his face.
"Xiaoying, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell? Is it because of the alcohol you just drank? Don't scare your dad..." The father quickly helped Xiaoying, who was crying with tears streaming down her face, up and down, his concern evident. But Xiaoying just kept crying and wouldn't say a word.
"Xiaoying, what's wrong? Say something! Are you feeling unwell? Come on, Daddy will carry you to the hospital." Seeing that Xiaoying didn't speak, her father anxiously turned his back to her and squatted down, wanting to carry her on his back. However, Xiaoying pushed her father away, not letting him carry her. Her father had no choice but to turn around again and ask Xiaoying.
After crying for a while, Xiaoying looked up at her father with her tear-streaked face. After a while, she sat on the bed and suddenly threw herself into her father's arms and continued to cry. Xiaoying's action made her father slightly stunned. Perhaps he did not understand why, he stood there blankly and let Xiaoying hug him and cry.
Because her father was standing on the floor and Xiaoying was sitting on the edge of the bed, she wrapped her arms around his waist and pressed her face against his lower abdomen. At this moment, her father probably realized that Xiaoying wasn't physically uncomfortable, but rather emotionally uncomfortable. He let Xiaoying hug him, and her hand gently stroked Xiaoying's hair.
"Liar, big liar, bastard..." Xiaoying hugged her father, crying and cursing me. Although Xiaoying was cursing me, I felt no anger as I sat in front of the computer reviewing everything. Even if Xiaoying had slapped me a few times back then, I wouldn't have been angry, because I had indeed made an unforgivable mistake.
"Did Jincheng bully you? Wait a minute, I'll call him." My father probably misunderstood something. He wiped his hands on his body and then took out his phone to call me. But before he could dial, Xiaoying stopped him. She raised her tear-streaked face and shook her head at my father.
"What exactly happened? If Jincheng bullied you, tell Dad, and Dad will stand up for you." The father, stopped by Xiaoying, reluctantly put down his phone and said to Xiaoying with concern.
"It's nothing... Jincheng... Jincheng forgot my birthday. He didn't call me once today. I just called him, but he hung up. Waaah..." Xiaoying began to confide in her father. Of all the adult men, besides me, her husband, the one Xiaoying was closest to was her father, with whom she had a marital relationship. Now that Xiaoying was hurt by me, she could only confide in her father; it seemed that only her father was her closest person at this moment. Actually, to be honest, her father, with whom she had a marital relationship, could be considered half of Xiaoying's "husband," couldn't he...?

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