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Time passed slowly, and I felt like a walking corpse, as if I had lost my life and consciousness.

I had forgotten the concept of time; my body had lost all feeling. I remained motionless, still in the position where Xiaoying had

covered me with the blanket .

I don't know how much time had passed—maybe an hour, maybe two—when I heard

the door to my father's bedroom open again, followed by someone entering the bathroom, and then the sound of running water.

I knew it must be Xiaoying; judging from the footsteps, only one person

came out of my father's bedroom, and the footsteps were very soft—it was undoubtedly Xiaoying. The sound

of water in the bathroom continued for a long time. My tear tracks had long since dried, and I only felt a tightness in the corners of my eyes and the bridge of my nose

.

After a while, the sound of water in the bathroom stopped. A few minutes later, I heard the bedroom door

open .

Then Xiaoying's extremely soft footsteps entered the bedroom; she walked very carefully, afraid of waking me, her

rightful husband.

After waiting for a long time, I sensed that Xiaoying hadn't gotten into bed, and some hair seemed to brush against my cheek

. Although I didn't open my eyes, I felt Xiaoying was probably observing my every move.

I maintained even breathing; at this moment, aside from keeping my eyes closed, everything else was a genuine "

performance," no longer pretentious. Perhaps at this point, I wanted to give up and not care if she

noticed .

Perhaps after Xiaoying finally confirmed that I was indeed still "sound asleep,"

she sighed softly, and then, with the vibration of the mattress, she slowly climbed over my body to

the inside of the bed.

As the surroundings gradually quieted down, I knew Xiaoying was lying down, but I didn't know if she was

facing me or with her back to me.

As everything quieted down, I slowly opened my eyes, not daring to open them too wide, just squinting

.

When the scene came into view again, everything felt so unreal.

Thankfully, Xiaoying was lying with her back to me.

Looking at that familiar, alluring body, its alluring curves highlighted in the moonlight, I wondered

how many times my father had just penetrated this familiar body.

Once? Twice? Or perhaps three times? Just looking at this body, if I hadn't just heard it with my own ears, I would never

have believed that this beautiful body had just been making love with my father in the next room. My father's ugly, thick penis

had been repeatedly thrusting in and out of this body's most sensual and alluring place. Slowly, faint sobs reached

my ears, and I saw Xiaoying's body trembling slightly.

I knew she was crying with her back to me, but at this moment, I felt no pity for her. If I knew I would be

heartbroken now, why did I go to my father's bedroom in the first place? I was so wanton just now, why do I have the nerve

to be sad now? After what had happened, having experienced something I had never experienced before, a hidden

anger rose in my heart.

I really wanted to move Xiaoying's body and confront her, to ask her why everything had happened. My

body and mind were too exhausted tonight. Although I was heartbroken, I ultimately couldn't resist the hypnosis of alcohol.

I fell asleep, and in my sleep I had many dreams. I dreamt that Xiaoying left me, I dreamt that Xiaoying

was lying in my father's arms, the two of them embracing, humiliating me with contemptuous looks, and I was crying

alone .

This dream tormented me for a long, long time; it seemed like an endless dream. In the morning, I wasn't woken up by

Xiaoying , but by my phone alarm.

Usually, my phone alarm was just for show, because before it even went off, I would be

woken up by Xiaoying, who had already prepared breakfast.

But today, I was woken up by the alarm. Perhaps it was because of the nightmare, or perhaps it was because of the shock of last night's

events . As soon as the alarm rang, I immediately opened my eyes, freed from the nightmare.

I opened my eyes, turned off the phone alarm, and propped myself up, exhausted. Although I was already sober

, my head felt like it had been soaked in alcohol, and it ached terribly with every shake.

I sat up, and the first thing I saw was everything familiar in the bedroom. Everything from last night seemed like

a dream.

But was it really a dream? I'd rather it were just a dream, not real.

I thought Xiaoying had already gotten up to make breakfast, but when I turned to look beside me,

she was still fast asleep. The alarm clock had only made her pout in her sleep; she showed no

sign of waking up.

It seemed her father's lovemaking session yesterday had exhausted her, allowing her to sleep in for the first time, and

she hadn't woken up by her usual wake-up time.

I didn't disturb her. I quietly got out of bed to wash up—after all, life goes on, and I still had to go to work

to support my family.

I dressed very gently, unsure of my feelings at that moment. Normally, I should wake

Xiaoying up now so she could wash up, put on makeup, and go to work, but for some reason, I didn't wake

her. Was it because I was angry? As I finished dressing and left the bedroom, coincidentally, I

saw my father coming out of the bathroom. He must have gotten up to use the restroom.

He was yawning incessantly, his eyes still closed as he yawned.

His thin pajama bottoms...

I don't know if it was morning erection or what, but my father's crotch was erect, creating

a .

I knew that the ugly penis hidden under that tent had brutally violated my beloved

wife ; it was this thing that had repeatedly taken away Xiaoying's virginity and innocence.

"What's wrong, Dad? You seem so listless. Did you go out to be a thief in the middle of the night?"

Seeing my father emerge from the bathroom yawning, I suddenly spoke up, teasing him. I don't know what I was thinking

at the time —was I teasing him out of anger? Or was I trying to scare him? My father had been

yawning with his eyes closed until he heard me, only then realizing I had come out of the bedroom.

His yawn was abruptly cut short by my words.

He quickly stopped yawning, his bloodshot eyes fixed on me. At first

, a flicker of panic and guilt crossed his eyes, his unnatural expression barely concealed.

My teasing remark had probably given him quite a fright.

"Flying thief? Dad's so old, how can he fly anymore?"

My father quickly regained his composure, then smiled and cleverly changed

the subject .

Old? Can't fly anymore? He should still be as sharp as ever, right? Even though he's getting on in years, he's still got the skills,

much more capable than his young son.

Looking at my father's bloodshot eyes, I realized they were both exhausted and hadn't slept well last night, just like Xiaoying.

Those bloodshot eyes seemed like the biggest irony.

After last night's events, my heart underwent a fundamental change. From initial encouragement and hope, I'd gone to

letting things take their course, letting things develop as they were. After last night's events, I deeply regretted it.

I decided to stop it from happening again, to make Xiaoying and my father completely sever their relationship. Perhaps it's already happened,

and I've experienced it all; I no longer have the initial passion. I don't want that tormenting, contradictory feeling anymore.

For some reason, this morning I felt inexplicably angry. Seeing Xiaoying and my father

made angry. Could it be that there's something wrong with my mental state? Could it be

that I've developed depression because of the recent conflicts and torment? At that moment, I broke out in a cold sweat. If that were the case, I would have lost more than

I gained.

Without waiting for my father's next words, I went into the bathroom to wash up. Since Xiaoying hadn't gotten up

to make breakfast, I went to work after washing up.

Before I left, I saw my father once again cowardly hide in his bedroom, the door tightly shut.

I didn't wake Xiaoying until I left; she didn't wake up either.

At this time, she would get up, wash, and put on makeup; she definitely wouldn't make it to work on

time, and she'd definitely be late for work and have her wages docked.

I don't know why I did this; perhaps it was some kind of revenge.

I walked along the road, still some distance from the bus stop. Although I could afford a car,

I still preferred taking the bus to work. Looking at those who drove themselves, I didn't understand if driving

was truly convenient or just to satisfy my pride.

Halfway there, my stomach growled. I glanced at the breakfast stall next to me. I'd suffered

enough; I wasn't going to let my stomach suffer any more.

No one was going to make me breakfast, so I'd buy myself.

I bought a few steamed buns and rushed to the bus station. Eating the hot buns on the bus, watching

the familiar street scenes pass by, the sounds of Xiaoying's moans and my father's heavy breathing from last night seemed to still

echo , refusing to dissipate and tormenting my nerves.

I shook my head, took out my phone, and ate the buns while glancing at the news, slowly trying to distract

myself.

At work, I began my busy day; it seemed only the heavy workload could make me completely forget

all my troubles.

Time slowly passed until nine in the morning when my phone suddenly rang. I saw it was Xiaoying calling.

Looking at the number, I really didn't want to answer. Seeing Xiaoying's number and name

reminded me of last night, and a strange irritation welled up inside me.

But I had to answer the phone; what kind of person would I be if I didn't? "Hello,"

I said softly when talking to Xiaoying, "Wife," but today, for some reason, I just

wasn't in the mood. I was irritable, so I simply said "Hello" and that was it.

"Honey, why didn't you wake me up this morning? I'm late!"

Xiaoying immediately launched into a tirade. Although her tone was gentle, the blame and resentment

were still quite evident.

This was Xiaoying's first time being late for work. Getting her pay docked was a minor issue; being reprimanded by her boss was the real problem,

as it affected her work image in his eyes.

"Are you at work now?"

I didn't explain to Xiaoying, just coldly asked her a question without answering.

"I'm here, half an hour late. If Dad hadn't woken me up this morning, I don't know how long I would have slept

. Why didn't you wake me up this morning? I got scolded by the boss!"

Xiaoying seemed hesitant to be too harsh, speaking slowly and gently, but I sensed

a veil of sarcasm in her words. Perhaps I was overthinking it, but when she mentioned her father waking her, that

struck a nerve. For some reason, an inexplicable anger ignited within me.

"I didn't complain about why you didn't get up to make breakfast, I didn't complain about why you suddenly stayed in bed

like a log, and you're complaining about why I didn't wake you up!"

I suddenly lost control and yelled at Xiaoying on the phone. After saying these few simple words, I hung up

abruptly .

After hanging up, I tried to control my emotions and breathing. When I opened my eyes, I saw my colleagues

looking at me with surprise. They were all looking at me with confusion, wondering what had just happened to me.

Why would someone as composed as me suddenly become emotional in public?

I was also completely stunned by my own behavior.

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