"I Became the Matchmaker Between My Father and Wife" - (119) Borrowing Flowers

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Xiaoying, wearing a wedding dress, stood with her father in the church for their wedding ceremony. This May-December romance received many blessings and understanding; they were surrounded by the well wishes of family and friends. I, meanwhile, sat in the audience below the church, listening to the wedding music and the applause. "No…" I wanted to shout at them, but my cries were no match for the music and the blessings from everyone else. Watching my father and Xiaoying, dressed in their wedding attire, gaze deeply into each other's eyes, exchange rings, and finally, with the pastor's blessing, their wedding was complete, and they became a legally married couple. I could only sit in a deserted corner, tears streaming down my face. My heart was breaking, and tears flowed uncontrollably…
"Wife, wife, I love you. May Amitabha Buddha bless you, may you have good health, and be beautiful..." I was startled awake by the ringing of my phone while I was dreaming. I opened my eyes, freed from my reverie. My body was drenched in sweat, and I struggled to wake myself up. Once fully awake, I found myself in a hotel room. It was all a dream, a dream that broke my heart. I dreamt that Xiaoying left me and had a wedding with my father, living happily ever after. Thankfully, it was just a dream, not reality.
This dream suddenly stirred up my previously carefree mind. My initial intention in bringing my father and Xiaoying together was to let them enjoy sexual pleasure. I was always confident because I believed I wouldn't lose Xiaoying. However, this dream served as a wake-up call. Last night's events have shaken my resolve. Xiaoying was very open and uninhibited during sex with my father last night, seemingly lost in the moment. While there was a sense of revenge and the influence of alcohol, how much of it was genuine indulgence? My father has gradually opened up, beginning to fully enjoy the sex and tenderness Xiaoying provides. But will he become completely entangled? Will he lose himself in it? Will he ultimately disregard our father-son relationship and stray? Everything seems uncertain now. What should I do?
Only then did I remember my phone beside my pillow; I hadn't answered it because I was thinking. The phone rang again immediately after it stopped ringing. I shook my head, trying to clear my mind. Who would call me so early in the morning? My heart tightened immediately when I saw the caller ID. It was Xiaoying who answered. She must have seen my missed calls this morning. It was a little after 6 a.m., the time she'd be getting up, washing, having breakfast, and getting ready for work. She must have just woken up from her father's arms, right?
Holding my phone, I didn't know how to explain things to her when I answered. Would she still be angry after she sobered up? Would she forgive me? Would she confront me on the phone? What's coming will come eventually. With a nervous heart, I answered the phone. The call connected, but there was only even breathing on the other end; no words were spoken. It seemed neither Xiaoying nor I dared to be the first to speak.
"Honey, are you up yet?" Xiaoying finally spoke, but her voice was tired, tinged with sadness, and even sounded like she was about to cry. No matter what, life goes on, and besides, it's impossible for her to "sentence me to death" just because I forgot her birthday. Xiaoying's words and emotions were exactly what I expected.
"Ah... I just woke up..." I wanted to ask about the phone call last night. Although I knew the reason, it was only natural that I should ask. But the words stuck in my throat. It seemed that I was too upset and guilty to speak.
"Honey, I'm sorry... Waaah..." Xiaoying must have heard my exhaustion and sadness over the phone, because she started sobbing on the other end and even apologized to me. Logically, I should be the one apologizing to her, and why was she crying after apologizing? I suddenly felt very confused.
"Honey, you...you...you must have waited very late last night, right?" Xiaoying stopped crying and asked me hesitantly on the other end of the phone. It seemed she wanted to explain why I didn't answer her phone last night. But how would she explain it? She had been holding a grudge against me, but this morning she suddenly asked me hesitantly, seemingly with an apologetic tone, which left me a little confused.
"Yes, I waited until very late and called you many times, but you didn't answer. Honey, it's all my fault. Please forgive me..." I took this opportunity to quickly apologize to Xiaoying to make up for my mistake.
"No...no...Honey, you're not wrong, it's Xiaoying who's wrong. I can't help but believe you, I can't help but blame you. You've done so much for me, and I still wronged you. Honey, thank you, I really like your gift..." Before I could finish speaking, Xiaoying eagerly interrupted, explaining and thanking me. Wait, a gift? What gift did she like so much? I didn't even give her a gift! My brain was even more confused now; it was completely blank.
"You're so annoying, teasing me like that and making me sad for a whole day and night. But, I'm so happy now, because my husband never forgot my birthday and gave me this surprise..." Xiaoying continued talking to me, but I was so confused that I didn't say anything. I was still in a daze.
"Honey, I only found the gift this morning when I was making the bed. I didn't see it under the pillow last night, and I thought you'd forgotten my birthday, so I got angry and put my phone on silent as punishment. I didn't expect it to make you call so many times and stay up so late. Will you make it up to me when I get home?" Xiaoying hadn't heard me and thought I was still angry about her not answering my calls last night, so she quickly explained, even though I knew it was a lie. Under the pillow…a gift… Suddenly, a thought flashed through my mind. Xiaoying found the gift under the pillow…could it be…? I suddenly realized a possibility, but I wasn't sure yet.
"I'm not angry, I'm just too tired. Okay, honey, I'm glad you like the gift. I need to wash up and get to work now, I'm too busy. We can talk later." Since I didn't understand the situation, I decided to end the call with Xiaoying first to clarify things, lest I end up misunderstanding something and make a big blunder. Something must have happened. I'm going to check the security footage to find out what happened.
After hanging up Xiaoying's call, I checked the time. We were supposed to meet at eight o'clock, so I had an hour and a half. That was plenty of time; I could just skip breakfast if necessary. Without washing up or even putting on clothes, I quickly grabbed my laptop and opened the home security camera playback. I set the timer to the moment I went to sleep.
In the video, the father is holding Xiaoying, both of them fast asleep, exhausted. After what happened this morning, I carefully observed the father's expression. Although he appeared to be asleep, his brow twitched occasionally, and his cheeks would twitch slightly. Having known my father's expressions since childhood, I knew he wasn't asleep at this moment, but rather deep in thought with his eyes closed. I was all too familiar with that thoughtful expression on his face. I fast-forwarded the video, and about half an hour later, it was almost 5 a.m.
At that moment, the father sighed softly and silently, then gently released Xiaoying and slowly got up. He then turned back and sat on the edge of the bed, glancing back at Xiaoying with eyes full of love and affection.
After watching Xiaoying for a moment, the father turned back, a determined glint in his eyes. He gently pulled open the bedside table drawer and took out a beautifully wrapped gift box, its contents unknown. Holding the gift box, he turned and gently nudged Xiaoying, seemingly to make sure she was asleep. This gift box was probably a birthday present for Xiaoying, but why hadn't he given it to her last night? Was he planning to give it to her after their passionate lovemaking?
Her father nudged Xiaoying, who seemed too tired. She pouted and mumbled a few words before turning over to lie on her side instead of on her back. It was clear that Xiaoying was sleeping soundly. The blanket beneath her had dried, leaving only white traces of semen.
Seeing that Xiaoying was still fast asleep, my father breathed a sigh of relief. He simply got out of bed, picked up the gift box, and tiptoed towards the door. What was he going to do? I checked the living room camera and saw that after arriving in the living room, my father slowly walked towards my and Xiaoying's bedroom. His footsteps were very light, as if he didn't want to wake Xiaoying. Seeing that my father's destination was my bedroom, I quickly turned on the security camera in my bedroom and made sure the playback time matched that of the living room and my father's bedroom.
After my father entered my bedroom, he looked around, seemingly searching for something. Finally, his gaze settled on the bedding on our bed. He walked to the bedside and slipped the gift box he was carrying under Xiaoying's pillow. Then, he straightened the bedding, keeping it as it was, before leaving our bedroom to use the bathroom. He returned to his own bedroom, where Xiaoying was still fast asleep. Looking at Xiaoying's back, a relaxed, affectionate expression suddenly appeared on his face. Xiaoying was naked; from behind, her smooth back and rounded buttocks were visible. My father's penis, still erect from urinating, slowly began to rise.
The father looked down at his penis, then glanced at the exhausted, sleeping Xiaoying, a flicker of hesitation and heartache in his eyes. Finally, he closed his eyes, slowly climbed into bed, and lay on his side with his back to Xiaoying. By turning his back to her, he couldn't see her sexy naked body, which would allow his lust to subside. He had already exhausted Xiaoying last night, and he felt sorry for her. He also knew she was about to get up for work, so he didn't want to engage in morning exercises with her. If he secretly got into bed now and penetrated her from behind while lying on his side, he figured she wouldn't refuse.
Perhaps her father was too tired, for he slowly turned his back to Xiaoying and drifted off to sleep. Around six in the morning, her biological clock kicked in, and Xiaoying woke up precisely on time. Xiaoying's biological clock was very accurate; she was used to waking up at this time, so she would definitely wake up at this time, no matter how late she went to bed or how tired she was.
Xiaoying woke up, and she opened her eyes groggily. The first thing she saw was the curtains, which were different from those in our bedroom. A hint of confusion flashed in her eyes; perhaps she wasn't fully awake yet.
She turned around, puzzled, and finally saw her father fast asleep, naked, his hairy buttocks facing her. She finally came to her senses, realizing she wasn't in her own bedroom, but had slept in her father's. Sober, she finally remembered everything that had happened the night before.
Xiaoying stood there, dumbfounded, still recalling everything that had happened the night before. Slowly, she bit her lip, tears welling up in her eyes and streaming down her cheeks. After waking up and regaining her senses, she remembered everything from the previous night. Even after the sexual gratification, she felt a deep sense of guilt and regret. Perhaps she had finally come to her senses.
Xiaoying sat on her father's bed, sobbing softly as time passed. Knowing she didn't have much time left before work, Xiaoying stopped her silent weeping, wiped away her tears, and slowly moved her body around her father, carefully getting off the bed. Her movements were very gentle. She picked up her underwear and nightgown, and before leaving, she didn't forget to take the blanket soaked in semen from beneath her.
Xiaoying slowly made her way back to the bedroom, her steps unsteady, indicating that her body hadn't fully recovered from last night's passionate lovemaking. I zoomed in and clearly saw that Xiaoying's labia seemed somewhat red and swollen, a testament to how intensely her father had been with her the night before.
Xiaoying threw the blanket into the washing machine and then rushed to take a shower in the bathroom. She kept washing her vagina, and every time she inserted her fingers, she could scoop out drops of her father's semen from the night before. After quickly finishing her shower, Xiaoying returned to our bedroom and started changing her clothes.
After Xiaoying left his bedroom, her father opened his eyes. He was old and a light sleeper. When Xiaoying woke up, he also woke up, but perhaps afraid that Xiaoying wouldn't dare face him, he pretended to be asleep. He only opened his eyes after Xiaoying left. He seemed to have heard Xiaoying crying. His eyes held a hint of self-reproach, as if he were blaming himself for being so rough and crazy with Xiaoying last night.
My father didn't get out of bed; he just kept his eyes closed. You could tell from his cheeks and brows that he was deep in thought and his mind was far from at peace.

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