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Before I got married, my mother passed away from lymphoma, leaving behind my 45-year-old father and me, preventing me from fulfilling my filial duties.

A year after her death, I married Qu Ying, my college classmate and girlfriend of seven years, which temporarily eased the grief in my family caused by my mother's passing.

A year later, our son, Hao Hao, was born, bringing countless joys and sweetness to our family.

Due to my mother's death, I can only fulfill my filial duties to my 45-year-old father.

My father is a typical honest and kind man, raised in the countryside, a simple farmer.

When I was in college, he would go to the city to work after the harvest season to earn extra money to help support the family and pay for my studies. He is a very hardworking and simple person.

Because of his physical labor from a young age, my father is very tall and has a dark complexion.

After Qu Ying and I got married, we bought a house in the suburbs. To fulfill my filial duties, I brought my father from our rural hometown to live with us. Also, since my wife and I both work, my father can help us take care of our child.

Let me tell you about my wife, Qu Ying. We were classmates in university, but in different departments.

I was in Economics and Trade, while she was in Art, majoring in Fashion Design because of her good figure and looks.

She was 172cm tall, with large, expressive eyes, small, red lips like vermilion, and a 34D bust, all contributing to her beauty. She was also a member of the university's etiquette team. We

met at a university-wide freshman/senior student social event. I was performing a solo, and the student council president suggested I have a dance partner. He helped me find one, and that's how I met my wife, Qu Ying. She was in the etiquette team and also in the university's arts department; she was not only beautiful but also a great dancer.

In the two weeks leading up to the event, we often rehearsed together in the rehearsal room, and gradually we became closer.

We discovered we had a lot in common, including many shared interests.

For example, we both love sweet and sour foods and enjoy reading Yu Qiuyu's essays.

One evening a year later, I confessed my love to her on the school playground, and she accepted. From graduation to starting work, we've always been together, from meeting to marriage, we've walked together for seven years.

Although my wife is beautiful, she's quiet and conservative. During our courtship, the most we did was kiss. It wasn't until our wedding night that I truly took her body. The next morning, seeing the bright red plum blossom on the sheets, I was overwhelmed with emotion.

I now work as an operations manager in a large retail store, while my wife works as a designer in a clothing company.

Comparatively, my wife's working hours are more flexible, while mine are completely irregular, with overtime being commonplace.

So, every time I come home, my wife has already been off work for a long time. The only advantage is that I can eat a delicious meal cooked by my wife when I get home.

My wife and I have a relatively harmonious sex life, basically once or twice a week, each time lasting about 10 minutes. Although my wife is usually quiet and conservative, she's quite open in our sex life, especially when she rides me with her dancing hips, it's irresistible.

My wife's voice was sweet, so her moans and groans during sex were like heavenly music, almost like a seductive melody, making it easy for me to reach orgasm.

But this blissful period didn't last long. A year after our child was born, around 3 a.m. one morning, after going to the bathroom, I suddenly experienced severe, sharp pain in my lower right abdomen. After going to the hospital, I was diagnosed with multiple kidney stones in both kidneys, hydronephrosis, and the stones were quite large. Although surgery relieved the pain, the extracorporeal shock wave therapy caused significant damage to my kidneys, resulting in hematuria for a period of time.

I took medication for a long time and finally recovered.

However, after recovering, I found myself noticeably less interested in sex. Even when I managed to muster the interest to make love with my wife, I would become erect after only a few minutes and be unable to continue. My wife comforted me, saying it was because I was recovering from a serious illness and was under a lot of work pressure, and told me to rest well.

But occasionally, I would wake up suddenly in the middle of the night and find my wife secretly masturbating. That's when I realized I could no longer satisfy her… Life went on, and it had been six months since we'd had a successful sexual relationship. To stimulate myself, I looked up a lot of pornography online. There was a wide variety of pornography online, but one day when I read about incest and cuckoldry, I felt a surge of heat throughout my body; I was completely aroused.

How could I have never realized I had such a perverted side?

One day, I came across a piece about a father-in-law and daughter-in-law's pornography, and I was instantly captivated.

It described how a husband and daughter-in-law, to fulfill their filial duty to their single father, arranged for the wife to seduce him, eventually having sex with him to fulfill their filial duty. After reading this, I was deeply attracted by the scenes. I even got an erection, harder than ever before. Finally, I went to the bathroom and masturbated while reading the article on my phone. I ejaculated a lot, and it was very stimulating.

After ejaculating, I lay in bed, looking at my sleeping wife beside me. I superimposed her onto the daughter-in-law in the article, and my sleeping father next door onto the father-in-law in the article. Recalling the scenes in the article, I discovered that my penis, which had just ejaculated, had become erect again. Usually, I need at least two hours between ejaculations, but this time the second erection occurred in less than half an hour. I couldn't resist, so I went to the bathroom and masturbated again. It felt very good.

Back in bed, I was confused. Why was I so interested in these kinds of scenarios? Was I really a pervert? For a while afterward, although I tried to distract myself by working, I kept imagining my wife and father making love in my mind when I went to sleep at night, and I would go to the bathroom to masturbate.

I even felt that imagining my wife and father making love while masturbating was more pleasurable than having sex with my wife.

I knew I had inadvertently opened Pandora's box, and there was no turning back...
From then on, I was always in a daze at work, unable to concentrate, my mind constantly replaying the scenes from that article about a father-in-law and daughter-in-law having sex. Even after my wife came home from work, I would imagine what might happen between her and my father when they were alone. I was practically in a morbid state.

Should I really arrange for my wife and father to have sex according to the scenario in the article? No way. In the article, the husband persuaded his wife, and she eventually agreed to seduce her father-in-law step by step.

For me, the first step would be impossible. Novels are just novels; they can't be taken seriously. If I were to persuade Qu Ying to seduce my father now, I think the best I'd get is a scolding from my wife, and she might even send me to a mental hospital.

One evening, I came home to find my father soothing my son, Hao Hao. There was food on the table, and my wife, wearing a nightgown, was tidying up the house.

Because my father lived with us, my wife dressed conservatively even at home, even when it was hot.

However, because my wife was cleaning the house today, she occasionally bent over to wipe the dust under the sofa and TV cabinet. Although her nightgown was conservative, even the most conservative nightgown had a neckline that was lower than normal clothing. Every time she bent over, I could inadvertently see her snow-white breasts and that deep cleavage through the neckline. My wife's breasts are a 34D, definitely full-figured.

Thinking of the scenes in those pornographic novels, I secretly watched my father to see if he would peek at my wife's occasional glimpses.

But after secretly observing for a long time while eating, I only found that after my father accidentally caught a glimpse of my wife's exposed skin, he immediately turned his back to her to comfort the child, and didn't turn around or peek again.

It's completely different from what you see in novels. No wonder, my father is a simple and honest farmer.

He is simple and honest by nature, and his thinking is very traditional.

In traditional thinking, a daughter-in-law is like family, another daughter. It's considered taboo for a father to peep at his own daughter, let alone a father-in-law. Therefore, when he saw his daughter-in-law Qu Ying's breasts and cleavage accidentally exposed, he didn't hesitate to avert his gaze – a normal reaction for an elderly person.

If he had actually peeked, it would only have made him feel guilty.

Ugh, what a headache! My wife is conservative and can't accept it, and neither can my father; it's perfectly understandable.

Because I work in management and often receive phone calls in my sleep, I'm a light sleeper; the slightest noise wakes me.

That night, I was awakened by a slight shaking of the bed. Half-asleep, by the moonlight, I saw my wife secretly masturbating again. She was biting her lower lip, one hand caressing her breast, the other rapidly stroking her genitals.

Her eyes were closed, but after a while she stopped, sighed, and realized masturbation wasn't enough to bring her to orgasm.

I squinted as my wife turned her head towards me. She looked at my face, then gently stroked it with such deep affection.

My wife and I have never had a major argument; occasionally we'd have a little squabble, but we'd forget about it the next day. Husbands and wives don't hold grudges overnight.

That's why my relationship with Qu Ying has always been very good; we love each other deeply.

My wife was still quietly watching me, a blush on her beautiful face. I knew she was aroused. I couldn't satisfy her, and even masturbation couldn't satisfy her.

I believe that if it weren't for her deep love for me, her physical desires would have made her unable to resist having an affair. But because of her love for me, she would never betray me.

Women are like wolves at thirty, tigers at forty, and can suck the earth dry at fifty.

My wife just turned 30 today, right at the stage where her libido is starting to rise. I understand her current sexual needs.

I hate my own body.

Slowly, my wife fell asleep. I opened my eyes and gently kissed her face.

It's another weekend, and this time I finally don't have to work overtime. I can have a good rest. My father is playing with our son on the sofa, and my wife is washing vegetables and preparing dinner. It's a rare family reunion today, so my wife is going to cook a nice meal.

As for me, I'm taking advantage of my day off to help my wife with the housework: sweeping, mopping, and taking out the trash.

After tidying up my bedroom, I went to tidy up my father's bedroom. Because my wife and I both work, we hardly have time to do housework. My father cleans his bedroom and living room every day, and then my wife and I clean

our bedroom ourselves. Perhaps my father feels uncomfortable entering my wife and me's bedroom, so he never cleans ours.

Today, since I have a rare day off, I decided to clean both my father's bedroom and living room.

After sweeping my father's bedroom, I started kneeling down and scrubbing the floor bit by bit. When I got to the area next to my father's bed, I unexpectedly found a small stain on the floor. I could see that it was a small stain left by a drop of liquid, like water, that had splashed onto the wooden board. It was light white, like egg white, and because it had dried, it had no smell.

My heart skipped a beat. Could it be…? Just as I was starting to doubt, I saw the trash can under my father's bed. Inside were several wads of toilet paper, seemingly wrapped around something. I slowly took them out and unfolded them. Inside was a sticky, egg-white-like liquid with a familiar smell—the smell of male hormones.

I knew without a doubt what it was: semen.

Could it be traces left by my wife and father when they secretly had sex? Impossible. Judging from everything that had happened at home, my wife and father's relationship had always been normal.

And judging from how dry the semen was on the toilet paper, the traces on the floor and on the toilet paper must have been left last night. My wife had been in bed with me all night; if she had suddenly left in the middle of the night, I, being a light sleeper, would have definitely noticed.

The only explanation was that my father had been masturbating by the bed, and a few drops of semen had dripped onto the wooden board when he ejaculated. He had wiped the rest clean with toilet paper and thrown it in the trash can.

If I hadn't accidentally discovered the marks on the wooden board and then checked the trash can, I would never have found out that my father had masturbated last night. I doubt he even noticed the few drops of semen on the board when he orgasmed.

Although my father is 54, he still has sexual needs, and my mother has been gone for four years. I think he must be satisfying his sexual needs through masturbation.

Thinking about this, I suddenly felt incredibly sorry for my father. He raised me, and when I grew up, he wanted me to enjoy life, but now his wife is gone, and he has to rely on himself for sexual satisfaction in his later years.

I can provide him with food, clothing, and shelter, but I haven't provided him with sexual happiness in his old age.

My wife's unmet sexual desires lead to frequent masturbation, and my father's unsatisfied sex life leads to frequent masturbation. What a perfect match they are! Why can't my wife and father satisfy each other? Thinking about this, I feel like I've become the third wheel in this family.

But thinking about it carefully, this would satisfy my wife's sexual needs and also fulfill my father's sexual desires in his later years. And imagining my beautiful and kind wife, Qu Ying, making love with my old-fashioned, dark-skinned, and simple father would be incredibly stimulating… But I wanted something to happen between my wife and father, yet I didn't know how.

Finally, unable to resist that uncontrollable urge, I decided to do everything I could to bring my wife and father into intimacy. And as their husband, I decided to become the third party, to act as matchmaker between them… (Isn't that heartbreaking?)

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