Father's Back

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The night was so quiet. The daytime hustle and bustle outside the window was gone; apart from the faint streetlights, everything

was so still.

The only sound came from my husband, who was snoring soundly beside me. Looking at him

sleeping , I felt truly happy, but also conflicted. I love my husband very much, but now, do I still

have the right to love him? So much has happened recently. When I wrote my last entry, I had

planned to stop my intimate contact with my father-in-law, but fate played a cruel trick on me;

his sudden injury shattered everything. Because his hands were injured, and my husband wasn't home, I had to take care of him.

Taking care of him inevitably meant physical contact. When I saw his magnificent genitals again

, my long-suppressed desires were ignited, and I had sex with him again. But as the frequency of my contact with him increased, my guilt began to diminish day by day . When I was intimate with my father-in-law, I forgot about my family, forgot about ethics, forgot about my husband; only desire

remained in my mind . But after each moment of desire, when I think back on everything, I feel a deep sense of self-reproach and guilt. And I so cherish the time I spend with my father-in-law. Sometimes I ask myself, have I fallen in love with him? But when I see my husband's picture, I realize my true feelings: I love my husband; his place in my heart is irreplaceable. It's just that he can no longer satisfy me due to his physical condition. Sometimes I think carefully about my feelings for my father-in-law. Love? Perhaps a little, but compared to my husband, that love for him is negligible . He is my elder, my father-in-law; I feel more familial affection for him. If I had to explain why I'm intimate with him, it's to satisfy my own sexual desires. I try to use him as a " masturbation device," letting him replace my husband to satisfy my sexual needs, but he can't replace my husband in my heart. The only thing I'm grateful for is that my father-in-law has always been well-behaved, never forcing me, and always respecting my opinions . I've always carefully controlled the boundaries of my contact with my father-in-law. I've always protected forbidden for my husband. Although he's touched, caressed, and kissed other places, those have been enjoyed countless times by my husband , so my guilt is lessened. Since my husband's return, my opportunities for intimate contact with my father-in-law have decreased. After so much time with him , I've found my desires growing stronger than before. Every time I see his impressive genitals, my lower body itches unbearably. Just a few days ago, I even took off my underwear and let him perform oral sex on me. Perhaps without , this is the best way to satisfy me. I selfishly crave everything, but because of my love for my husband, I 've always held firm to my last line of defense. However, last night, I couldn't control myself and did something I'd never done for my husband: oral sex. Last night, due to the pent-up sexual desire of the past few days, while my husband was drunk and fast asleep, I couldn't help but go to my father-in-law's room. I stroked his penis, inhaling the strong scent of hormones—everything felt so familiar and alluring. But after masturbating for a while, I realized that masturbation was far from enough to bring me to orgasm. I felt a strong urge and desire, but could I have sex with my father-in-law? No, the sound of legs colliding is too loud . Although my husband was a deep sleeper, I still didn't dare take the risk. And sex with my father-in-law? Absolutely not. I couldn't do that. No matter how high my desire reached, I couldn't completely betray my husband. I had to protect this forbidden area for him. I was still thinking, but looking at my father-in-law's penis, my body began to heat up. His penis felt like a potent aphrodisiac, constantly taking effect, attacking my immune system. My body was about to succumb. I suppressed the urge to mount my father-in-law and insert his penis into my vagina. Finally, when all else failed, I was finally conquered . My mind was a blur, and I resorted to the only method I could think of: I took his genitals . This was something I had never done for my husband before; I never imagined my first oral sex would be with my father-in-law. When the pungent smell of his genitals filled my mouth, I didn't feel nauseous. The taste was like a drug, irresistible. At that moment, my husband came to mind, but only for a fleeting moment before my thoughts were controlled by desire again. "Husband, let me be selfish just this once, even just this once." This was the only reason I could console myself; I truly couldn't control myself. I greedily savored my father-in-law's taste, the itching in my genitals intensifying. Slowly, my father-in-law woke up, but I felt no panic. Instead, I felt that this was all I should do for him. I satisfied my father-in-law, but my own body remained unsatisfied. My body seemed to move uncontrollably into the 69 position. The moment my father-in-law sucked on my genitals , with his penis in my mouth, I experienced immense satisfaction. At that moment, I felt no guilt, no self-reproach, no family, no ethics. Only my husband flashed through my mind, but I filtered it out with self-deception and excuses. All I wanted to do was enjoy everything I had. Finally, I reached orgasm first, a feeling as if I had ascended to heaven, like a drug addict suddenly receiving drugs.

After the climax, I continued to satisfy my father-in-law, but at the moment he ejaculated, he

thrust his penis deep into my throat, and his semen gushed out violently. Caught off guard, I swallowed

a lot of his semen.

I ran to the bathroom to rinse my mouth and shower. After the climax, I only felt disgusted by my father-in-law's semen.

Imagining that thick, fishy semen being swallowed made me feel nauseous. I tried desperately to vomit

, but I couldn't expel the filthy stuff.

After the climax, I felt regretful, but could time be turned back? Could I go back to the way things were?

Why was I so cowardly back then? Why couldn't I control myself? I washed my body, but I still

felt so dirty. I thought of my husband, and I felt extremely guilty. The feeling just now was sweet

, but now my tears were bitter and salty.

In the bedroom, looking at my sleeping husband, I felt both pain and self-reproach.

I realized that I had never performed oral sex on my husband, but I had given it to my father-in-law.

My guilt towards my husband reached its peak. I only thought about making amends, but was it really too late? I

desperately tried give him oral sex, but due to his physical condition, I couldn't succeed. Perhaps it was because

I had accidentally swallowed my father-in-law's semen earlier, and I had swallowed everything about my husband. I wanted him to receive

better treatment than my father-in-law, but what good was it? My father-in-law had already enjoyed all that treatment.

It was too late to mend the situation.

Thinking about everything that had just happened, I was truly at a loss.

What should I do? What should I do? I felt lost about the road ahead, as if

a layer of fog blocked my view.

As I pondered this, the scene of giving my father-in-law oral sex flashed through my mind again.

Sadness , grief, self-blame, and guilt welled up in my heart again, but everything had already happened, and things couldn't be the same again

. All I could say was: Husband, I'm sorry. What should I do if my husband finds out about all this one day

? My husband will definitely leave me.

Sometimes, I imagine what I would feel if my husband left me. After thinking about it for a long time,

I finally confirmed my feelings and my heart. If my husband were to leave me one day, I would only choose

one path: to leave this world. After reading Xiaoying's monologue, I was filled with mixed emotions.

To be honest, after seeing Xiaoying and her father's behavior these past few days, I also felt that stinging pain. I

really know I was wrong. I thought that after Xiaoying and her father had a relationship, I would be calm and even excited.

But after observing and understanding for this period of time, I found that my pain outweighed the physical excitement

.

Now, thinking about it carefully, the source of my pain is the fear that Xiaoying will change her mind, lose her love for me,

and fall in love with her father instead, abandoning me.

Actually, I love Xiaoying very much too. If one day I didn't have Xiaoying, I really can't imagine

what .

Through Xiaoying's diary, I can finally feel at ease. At least from the last sentence of Xiaoying's diary,

I know that my position in Xiaoying's heart is higher than her own life. With such a wife who loves me so deeply

, what more could I ask for? I could finally calm down and figure things out.

The pain that had been building up inside me slowly subsided, replaced by a surge of excitement.

After watching the videos and reading the logs, I wanted to go to sleep, but after tonight's series of stimuli, I found

myself wide awake.

I decided to keep watching the videos. I fast-forwarded to the time when Xiaoying woke up in the morning. Perhaps

due to the passion of the previous night, Xiaoying and her father hadn't slept well and were both up early.

I, on the other hand, was still sound asleep in bed like a log. After Xiaoying got up and washed, she started preparing breakfast,

while her father, looking embarrassed and awkward, left the bedroom and went to the living room, pretending to watch TV, but actually glancing at

Xiaoying occasionally, hesitant to speak.

The two of them seemed to be back to how they were before, as if it were their first encounter. Their eyes met, and they

quickly looked away, appearing flustered and unnatural.

The two, who had been able to chat and laugh easily during this time, were now very quiet.

This silence lasted until I got up. Now that I think about it,

the two of them hadn't spoken at all before I woke up. No wonder they looked so flustered and unnatural in the morning.

It wasn't until after I left, throughout the day, that my father's urgent need to urinate broke the

silence began to talk little by little. But they were both very tacitly avoiding talking

about what happened last night, as if it were all a dream.

Although they talked more and more, and the awkward atmosphere was completely broken, they

returned to normal. However, the worry between Xiaoying's brows never faded; it was

clear the guilt from last night remained in her heart.

After reading this, I shut down the computer and lay in bed staring at the ceiling.

The current situation seemed to be at a stalemate. No matter how much they couldn't help themselves, they kept it within

the bounds of physical contact, without any further breakthroughs.

Moreover, because of my presence, Xiaoying's feelings for my father were fluctuating. While this situation made me

feel touched and gratified, it was also a source of pain and torment for both Xiaoying and her father.

If things continue like this, wouldn't it cause even more pain for our family? This is

completely contrary to my original goal.

After that sleepless night, the days seemed to return to calm. During this time, perhaps because of her guilt and realization after that night's oral sex,

Xiaoying has been avoiding her father. Except for

necessary care for him, the two of them have had almost no intimate contact.

Perhaps sensing something was amiss, Father continued living quietly, though occasionally, like Xiaoying

, his face betrayed sorrow and longing.

Because Xiaoying almost always controlled the flow of their relationship, and Father's hands were injured, he

could only endure it, unable to make any demands.

I, at this moment, was even more moved for Xiaoying; she truly restrained her desire to be with Father because of me

.

A month and a half passed in the blink of an eye. During this time, Xiaoying indirectly avoided Father, and

although he was disappointed, he dared not say anything. However, their relationship didn't seem to have deteriorated; they still spoke

and acted as needed.

Only their sorrow and estrangement remained.

Because Xiaoying took such good care of him, Father's injuries healed quickly. Including the original two weeks,

two months passed, and Father was finally able to remove the casts and splints.

Father's fracture healed well; his hands were basically free to move, but he couldn't do heavy work and still needed

medication for final maintenance.

With the casts removed, Father could eat and use the toilet completely independently.

Xiaoying also ended her two-month leave and returned to work.

For the past month and a half, Xiaoying and her father haven't made any progress; in fact, it's almost driven me crazy.

They haven't made any significant progress; instead

, they've reverted to their old ways. Aside from some slightly ambiguous language, they've almost completely cut off physical contact.

During this month and a half, Xiaoying occasionally masturbates in her room, while her father, due to hand injuries,

can only silently endure this month of abstinence. After all, he sensed Xiaoying's unusual behavior, and in Xiaoying's

eyes, her father is someone who respects her opinions.

Since Xiaoying works as a fashion designer, even being home for two months didn't disrupt her

work . She usually designs the required drawings on her home computer and then sends them to the company, so

even though she rested for two months for her father, her work wasn't significantly affected.

Things at home seem to have returned to normal. During this time, I haven't touched Xiaoying either.

It seems Xiaoying is trying to shift her attention from her father to me. She tries to give me oral sex and have sex with me,

but due to my physical condition and size, I'm far from satisfying her.

The first time she gave me oral sex while I was awake, I pretended to be naive and asked her why. She just said she wanted me

to get better sooner and wanted to give me some stimulation.

Hearing her white lie, I just smiled.

But this month and a half of perseverance was eventually broken by the pent-up desire. I understand

Xiaoying; she had severed ties with her father after giving him oral sex, and it had been a month and a half since then.

Although she sought comfort in me, I found her comfort less real than her masturbation (

I could tell from her expression).

So I expected her to not last long, but a month and a half was still far beyond my

expectations . It

just so happened that it was our quarterly large inventory check. The inventory had to

be done after the mall closed at 9 pm. The entire inventory was divided into A and B orders. After checking A orders, the A orders were checked, and then the A orders were verified. For items that did not match between

the two checks were conducted. This meant that we needed to do the inventory all night.

At 5:30 pm, I got home, ate a few bites of food, and rushed to work to prepare for the inventory

check.

During my meal, I noticed a flicker of long-awaited desire and relief in Xiaoying's eyes, as

if she were excited and thrilled that an opportunity she had been waiting for was finally about to arrive.

Could something happen tonight since I was unusually away from home? After all, Xiaoying and her father had been holding back for

a month and a half, and they were both nearing their limit.

Even if Xiaoying tried to control herself, she could only control herself for a while, not forever.

But thinking about how restrained Xiaoying had been for the past month and a half, perhaps I was overthinking it. Tonight

would probably be quiet, although I thought the probability of Xiaoying and her father having intimate contact while I was away

was relatively low.

With this feeling, I conducted the quarterly inventory at work, but my mind was filled with anticipation and imagination about what

might .

The inventory started at nine o'clock, and in the blink of an eye, it was already 2 a.m., and we hadn't finished our first batch of A-shares

. My mind was still preoccupied with what was happening at home, and I even made several mistakes in inventorying several items.

At 2:30 AM, I finally couldn't resist the curiosity that had been nagging me for a month and a half. I

dialed Xiaoying's number. Usually, Xiaoying's phone was on 24/7; no matter how late I

called to let her know I was safe, she would always answer, half-asleep. But this time, I called twice, and Xiaoying's

phone remained unanswered. Hanging up, I knew something must have happened at home. Xiaoying and her father

had been suppressing their feelings for a month and a half, and suddenly they'd let go. Would they have a passionate affair, a wild and intense

encounter ? With these dazed thoughts, I continued my inventory work, but I was distracted,

and the error rate was high. What should have been finished around 4 AM didn't

end .

During this time, I wanted to call Xiaoying again countless times, but in the end, I gave up.

What if I disturbed them? Wouldn't all my previous plans and efforts be wasted? With this conflicted

and hesitant feeling, I finally finished the inventory work at 6 AM.

I quickly washed up in the bathroom, looked at my haggard

reflection in the mirror, and wondered if I should go home. After all, I had worked overtime all night and could finally have a day off.

After thinking it over for a while, I sighed, gave up the idea of going home, ate

some breakfast at a local shop, and went back to my office to continue my work.

If something really did happen between Xiaoying and her father last night, then giving them a day to process

it is necessary. If they made any new breakthroughs last night, then my absence during the day

would give them time to adjust.

Around 7 a.m., Xiaoying, perhaps having seen the missed calls from last night, called

me .

Xiaoying's tone was low and her mood was not good at all. Sensing this abnormality, I

was almost certain that something must have happened last night; otherwise, Xiaoying would not be in this mood.

On the phone, Xiaoying told me that she left her phone in the living room last night, and that it was on vibrate.

She slept , so she didn't hear the phone vibrate.

Hearing this, I felt a slight pang of sadness. You see, in the quiet of the night, even with

a soundproof door, the vibration of a phone is still enough to penetrate the door. Even if Xiaoying couldn't hear it, her father's senses are so sensitive

when —wouldn't he hear it too? Besides, Xiaoying never keeps her phone on silent or

vibrate, so I was quite certain that Xiaoying was lying.

But I didn't confront her. Xiaoying asked me why I called her last night, and I told her

I just wanted to ask if she was asleep, and that I needed to do inventory data entry and form generation during the day, so I wouldn't

be home.

After hanging up with Xiaoying, I sat in my office for a long time, unable to fall asleep.

The office was very quiet, with only the sound of keyboards being typed by the data entry operators in the distance

.

After hanging up with Xiaoying, I couldn't suppress my curiosity. I took out my dongle and, taking advantage of the fact

that most people were home resting, turned on my home surveillance camera on my office computer. The time was frozen

at the moment I left home after dinner last night. After I finished dinner last night, Xiaoying saw me out of the room

. Although I noticed a hint of joy and longing in Xiaoying's eyes during dinner,

after I left and closed the door, a trace of guilt and sadness appeared in her eyes. Perhaps she was afraid that she would

do something against her will while I was away. She had expectations, but also a hint of resistance.

Xiaoying started clearing the dishes, while her father sat on the sofa watching TV, alternately

massaging his injured hands.

His hands were mostly healed, but he couldn't use too much force; too much pressure would

cause pain. A full recovery would take almost another month.

That remaining month would rely solely on medication and massage for the final recovery process.

The two hadn't experienced such a private evening together in a long time; perhaps they both secretly

hoped something would happen.

Both father and Xiaoying were quiet. For about ten minutes, Xiaoying tidied the room while her father massaged

his hands and watched TV, but it was clear they were both distracted.

Xiaoying quietly tidied the room, never once looking at her father, completely ignoring him

; perhaps she was trying to escape her desires this way.

Her father, however, kept glancing at Xiaoying out of the corner of his eye, and when she turned her back, he would

stare at her back with an undisguised, burning gaze.

Having not seen Xiaoying for a month and a half, the father's gaze towards her was

like that of a long-starved beast suddenly seizing its prey.

As time passed, his breathing became increasingly rapid, and a slight flush rose to his face. I knew that

his desire was gradually intensifying; he could only desperately massage his hands to

distract himself, occasionally pressing too hard and wincing in pain.

Meanwhile, Xiaoying was quietly tidying the room. She noticed her father's increasingly

uneven breathing and perhaps sensed something. Her cheeks flushed slightly, her delicate face

seemingly dripping with moisture, and her alluring body began to tremble slightly. Several times, the rag in her hands fell

to the floor, and she hurriedly picked it up again.

She continued tidying absentmindedly, but she still didn't glance at her father.

The only sounds in the room, besides the faint sound of the television, were his increasingly uneven breathing

.

After a long while, Xiaoying slowly finished tidying up the room. Both of them were controlling their desires,

but it was clear that the father's desire was much stronger than Xiaoying's. After all, Xiaoying had gone through an internal struggle, while the father

was simply a male animal, more easily swayed by his body.

After finishing tidying up, Xiaoying glanced at her father, but seeing his flushed face, she quickly looked away

, like a shy young girl suddenly seeing her prince charming, looking bashful and adorable

.

Xiaoying's phone was on the armrest of the sofa next to her father. Xiaoying slowly walked to her father's side and

bent down to pick it up.

Perhaps due to nervousness and embarrassment, Xiaoying forgot about her open neckline. When she bent down to pick up the phone,

her neckline opened wide, revealing a deep, white cleavage, her full breasts exposed to her father's eyes.

Perhaps because he hadn't seen Xiaoying's body in a long time, the father's rationality was shattered by this glimpse of Xiaoying's body.

As Xiaoying's hand touched the phone, her father suddenly grabbed it, squeezing it

tightly. His aged, reddened eyes, filled with desire, stared intently at her.

Xiaoying stiffened at his action, stopping her movement of reaching for the phone, her hand still

held firmly in his grasp.

She turned to meet his gaze, their breathing becoming increasingly rapid, their cheeks and necks slowly flushing red

. Two normal humans were slowly transforming into beasts consumed by lust.

They remained frozen in that position, locked in a deep, lingering gaze, their breaths rising in increasingly rapid waves.

The sounds of labored, uneven breathing filled the air.

Finally, the father made his move, extending his hand of desire. His other hand slowly rose,

reaching for Xiaoying's breasts, which were swaying before his eyes. His movements were slow, and Xiaoying remained bent over,

motionless.

During this process, the father breathed heavily, his throat rising and

falling ; his desire was at its peak.

Xiaoying trembled, waiting for her father's hand of desire. The entire room fell silent, save for

the movement of the father's sinful hand.

Just as his hands were about to grasp Xiaoying's breasts, her eyes widened suddenly. She abruptly

straightened up, forcefully pulling her father's grip away, and with her other hand, she pushed away the sinful

hand reaching for her breasts.

Freed from her father's grasp, Xiaoying ignored the phone she hadn't yet picked up and ran towards her

bedroom . She left the phone on the sofa armrest next to her father, her

movements resembling an escape.

After Xiaoying ran to the bedroom, her father's hands remained in the same position, his eyes wide open, his

expression revealing disbelief. Perhaps he absolutely hadn't expected Xiaoying to reject him.

"Click," Xiaoying closed the bedroom door and then locked it from the inside.

Perhaps the sound of the lock woke her father; he slumped down, his eyes flashing with

deep disappointment and the embarrassment of being rejected.

He sat on the sofa, his hands twisting his pajama bottoms, trying to ease his disappointment and

embarrassment. His figure on the sofa suddenly looked much older.

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