Beloved Wife and Daughter 1 (Reprinted)

My Beloved Wife and Daughter

Author: Xunfu

When the clock struck 7:30, I took my daughter's hand and led her into the living room. Seeing no one was there, I called out, "Hey! Time for school!"

"Okay!" my wife replied from my son's room, followed by the creaking of the bed and the slapping of slippers. I stared blankly at my son's closed door, hearing my wife urging softly, "Hurry, hurry..." and my son's coquettish "uh-huh."

A moment later, the door opened, and my son rushed out like a whirlwind, saying, "Goodbye, Dad!" and ran out with his schoolbag on his back. My daughter waved goodbye and followed.

Entering my son's room, I saw my wife, Shurong, sitting on his bed, slowly buttoning her clothes.

I sat down beside her, noticing her disheveled hair and flushed cheeks, and asked, "How was it? Did you touch it?" My wife nodded, without looking at me, and asked, "What about you?"

I pulled my daughter's underwear and bra from my pocket, waved them in front of her, and smiled mysteriously. My wife slapped me and spat, "You lecherous bastard!"

I laughed and pressed her for details, but she pushed me away, saying, "I'm not telling you!" and got up and left. I didn't ask any more questions, put on my shoes, grabbed my bag

, and went to work. That evening, my wife didn't come home for dinner, so my daughter cooked and my son washed the dishes. After dinner, the two siblings did their homework obediently and went to bed. It was already midnight, and my wife still hadn't returned, so I sat in the living room smoking and watching TV, waiting for her.

My son had asked me why his mother wasn't home, and I said, "Mom has something to do and will be back later." He asked many times, and I gave the same answer each time, so he stopped asking.

Actually, I knew that my wife was currently dating Zhao, the new manager at her company, and their relationship was progressing rapidly. Tonight was the weekend, so of course she would be back late. Manager Zhao was a young man in his mid-twenties, only a few years out of college, tall, handsome, and decisive. Of course, I had never met him, only seen his picture. It was a photo of him and my wife.

It was 12:30, and my wife still hadn't returned, so I went back to my room, lay down, listened to music, and read a magazine. Suddenly, I remembered something, reached under my pillow, and sure enough, there was my wife's diary. I took it out and turned to the latest page, where today's date was written.

"June 5th, Saturday, sunny. This morning, Jian'er (note: my son) nursed me, touching my breasts as he ate. Jia Mei (note: my daughter) told me last night that her father touched her breasts. I told her, 'It's okay for your father to touch them once.' She didn't say anything more. I told her not to tell anyone, and she promised."

Just as I finished reading this, the doorbell rang, and I quickly got up to open the door. My wife stood outside, looked at me, and lowered her head.

"Why are you so late?" I asked. My wife bit her lip and didn't answer. I sensed something was amiss and said, "Aren't you coming in?" My wife then walked past me with her head down. I closed the door, and my wife went into the room.

"What's wrong? Why did you take so long? Jian'er asked several times, and I told him you had something to do," I said to my wife.

My wife lowered her head and slowly took off her shoes without answering. As she started undressing, I asked again, "Aren't you going to wash your face?"

"I already did," she replied softly, glancing at me. "Not going to shower?" I knew she had a habit of showering before bed. "I already did," she said.

Full of suspicion, I closed the door and said, "Then go to sleep, it's late."

Lying down in bed, I hugged my wife and whispered, "How was it? Where did you go today?" "The park."

"Oh." This was expected. My wife often met with Manager Zhao in the park. "What did they do?" I asked with interest.

"Just the usual stuff..." my wife seemed a little embarrassed.

What did "the usual stuff" mean? Actually, I knew. My wife had told me that two months ago, when Manager Zhao was first transferred here, he became interested in my wife. A month later, the two started going out for dinner frequently, followed by walks and dates.

About two weeks ago, my wife told me that Manager Zhao kissed her on the Lovers' Road by the sea. And just last weekend, the two kissed in the park, and Manager Zhao touched Shurong's breasts and buttocks. I asked her how she felt, but she wouldn't say.

"And then?" I asked again. My wife didn't answer. I pressed her repeatedly before she finally said, "Then, we went..." "Where?"

"The Pearl Hotel..." My wife's voice was so soft it was like a mosquito's buzz. "Where?" I didn't hear her clearly. "The Pearl Hotel..."

"Oh?" Hearing that my wife went to a hotel with another man, my heart raced, and I couldn't help but hug her tighter: "And then?"

"He said he wanted to see the night view with me..." "Hmm," I thought it was just a lame excuse: "And then?" "He kissed me..."

"Hmm, go on." "He even touched me inappropriately," my wife blushed a little at this point: "How disgusting!" "Oh? Really disgusting?" I teased.

"Get lost!" My wife gently punched my sore chest. "Okay, okay, what happened next?" "I won't tell you." My wife said coquettishly. "Tell me!

" "I won't." "Please, tell me!" I hugged my wife and shook her repeatedly, making her giggle. "Then I went to take a shower," she said. “Hmm.”

“He wants to shower too.” “Hmm.” “I didn’t want him to come in, but he forced his way in.” “Hmm.” “I wanted to kick him out…”

“Okay, okay, I know, but you can’t get rid of him, right?” I pouted and said, “And then?” My wife looked down at the buttons on my pajamas and didn’t say anything.

“You gave it to him?” My wife looked at me, then looked down again. “Did you?” I shook her.

My wife looked at me again, lowered her eyes, nodded gently, and then looked at me again. I didn’t say anything for a long time, just looked at her.

“What’s wrong? Do you mind?” my wife asked timidly. “No, I don’t mind, not at all.”

“No, you do mind,” my wife kissed me, “You’re jealous. I won’t see him anymore.” She leaned against my chest and gently stroked my face.

“No, I really don’t mind, as long as you’re happy.” I said seriously. Actually, my heart was already filled with mixed feelings.

“I’m sorry, husband…” my wife kissed me apologetically.

The clock struck one o’clock in the morning, and we were still wide awake. With my comforting words and encouragement, my wife slowly opened up and truthfully recounted every detail of the evening.

"He first helped me lather with soap..." "And then he groped me?" "Yes." "And then?" "Then he hugged me and said I was beautiful..."

"And then it started?"

"No!" My wife rolled her eyes at me: "He said I was different, that he noticed me the first time he came to the company. He was heartbroken to hear I had a husband." She smiled slightly as she said this.

Listening to my wife recount Manager Zhao's cheesy sweet talk with relish, I was quite impatient, but dared not interrupt her, so I patiently listened.

"He said: If I could be with you, I wouldn't hesitate to be ruined, even killed by your husband." "Oh? So reckless?" I replied lazily.

He said my figure was like a fairy's... Oh dear, how embarrassing, a fairy indeed... "My wife seemed very embarrassed; actually, she really does maintain a very good figure." Hmm. "I barely had the strength to speak, only managing an occasional hum in response. My wife talked on and on for what seemed like forever, then fell silent again.

'Why did you stop?' I asked. 'I'm done.' She buried her head in my chest. 'Finished? Really?'

'What else do you want to hear?' My wife looked at me reproachfully. 'And then?' 'Then I went home,' my wife chuckled.

'You're kidding me!' I jumped up and playfully punched her, making her laugh until she could barely breathe."

"Oh! Help!" "Will you tell me or not!" "I'll tell you, I'll tell you..." "Go ahead." I lay back down and waited for my wife to catch her breath.

"Later, we did it in the bathroom..." "How?" "Just like that! What's there to ask!"

"Tell me, I want to hear." I started to speak in a coquettish voice. "Really want to hear?" My wife raised an eyebrow. "Really." "Not angry?"

"Absolutely not!" "Swear!" "I swear!"

"Okay, then I'll tell you." My wife wrapped her arms around my neck and whispered in my ear, "He sat on the edge of the bathtub, and I sat on his lap, like this."

"How did it feel?" "Not much." "Liar!" "Really..." "What does his thing look like?"

"Hmm... longer than yours, and it goes in really deep..." "Was it comfortable?" "A little bit..." I don't believe you! "Really, the first time was nothing..."

"You... did it twice?!" "Hmm..." My wife blushed a little: "Later, we did it once in bed." "Did you let him ejaculate inside?" “

Hmm… I told him not to…” my wife murmured, “But he wouldn’t listen…” “Then…” I felt an intense ache, and my long-dormant penis swelled to its peak.

“It’s alright, he took me to buy medicine.” My wife said, getting up to reach for her backpack on the bedside table. She pulled out a box of birth control pills and showed it to me; there were two empty holes inside—it was a morning-after pill.

I looked at it, took it, and put it aside before pressing myself against my wife. My wife closed her eyes, and I parted her legs, inserting my penis all the way into her. My wife let out a soft moan, and I reached out and turned off the light…

The next morning we woke up very late, and the children woke up even later, so I had to go and wake them separately.

“Hey, the sun’s already high in the sky!” I patted my daughter's bottom. She rolled over, humming and ignoring me.

I lifted the sheet and stroked her developing body; she instinctively pushed me away. Taking advantage of her distraction, I pulled off her underwear. She let out a soft, coquettish scream and grabbed the sheet to cover herself.

Back in our room, my wife stood in front of the mirror in her underwear, combing her long, flowing hair. She looked even more beautiful than yesterday.

I showed her my daughter's underwear; she smiled, took it, hung it up on a hanger, and put it in our closet.

"Mom!" My daughter stood at the door, rubbing her eyes, her lower body wrapped in the sheet, complaining to her mother, "Dad stole my pants again!" "Hehe, it's alright, just change into these." "My wife took out the underwear I'd stolen the day before yesterday and handed it to our daughter.

She snorted, took it, and sat on the edge of the bed to put it on. I went over and hugged her, and my wife laughed and went out. I heard her knock on our son's door, then go in and close the door, and I felt relieved enough to play with our daughter.

Around 8:30, I hugged my naked daughter, who was chasing me with a pillow, and whispered, 'Shh! Stop it, let's go see what Mommy is doing, okay?' My daughter nodded, and I gave her back the underwear. Then, hand in hand, we quietly crept to our son's door. There

was no sound from inside. We listened for a long time but couldn't hear anything. We shook the doorknob, but the door was locked from the inside. Someone inside shouted, 'Dad, what are you doing?' It was our son, and he sounded very dissatisfied. I could only say, 'Nothing, nothing.'" I took my daughter away.

Back in the bedroom, I tried to close the door, but she wouldn't let me. After a long struggle, I still couldn't close it. Thinking about my wife and son working on something behind closed doors, I felt a mix of envy and jealousy. My daughter said she was hungry and wanted me to make breakfast. I said, "Give Daddy a kiss!" She didn't kiss me and went to the kitchen to cook noodles herself.

"Mom, come out for breakfast!" she called loudly after I finished making the noodles. After setting the noodles out, my wife and son opened the door. My son pouted, looking very dissatisfied.

After eating, my daughter said she had plans to play with her classmates and went out. My wife asked her to take some food. The two of them went to the kitchen, and I followed them in. I heard my daughter say to my wife, "Mom, Daddy just took off my pants and touched my private parts." Shurong said, "It's okay for Daddy to touch you once." I came back in, and the two of them stopped talking. After my

daughter left, my wife said to me, "Don't be so hasty. " "Then, my son pulled his mother into his room, saying he wanted her to tutor him.

I sat alone in the living room watching TV for two whole hours, feeling incredibly bored, so I went back to my room and opened the bedside table. My wife's diary was still in its usual spot. I took it out, lit a cigarette, and leaned against the pillow to slowly read it, discovering a new page.

My wife's diary detailed the progress of her affair with Manager Zhao, which I had requested. Because if I asked her directly, she would always be too embarrassed to say too much. My wife has some literary cultivation; her detailed descriptions are quite artistic, making it captivating.

'...When we walked hand in hand, shoulder to shoulder, in the park at night, I felt as if I had returned to the days of my first love…' This was my wife's record of her relationship with Manager Zhao.

'...He hugged me and said I was like a fairy from the moon, and I felt hot all over.'" He kissed me, caressed my whole body…

I’d already read all that; I had no interest in reading any more. Women always like to remember men’s insincere nonsense, while men only like sex. I turned to the latest page; the ink was still wet, the date was last night, and I didn’t know when she wrote it.

“Today, I gave him my most precious thing. On a bench deep in the grove of trees in the park, he took off my pants, put his hand inside my skirt, and caressed me. Then he unzipped his pants and asked me to suck his thing.”

I’d heard these words last night too, so I closed my wife’s diary and turned on the computer.

That evening, I said to Shurong, “Shall we invite Manager Zhao over for dinner?”

My wife looked at me suspiciously and said, “Are you sure you’re not mistaken?”

I knew what she was thinking, but I didn’t want to admit I was perverted, so I just said I wanted to strengthen our relationship so that Manager Zhao would take better care of my wife. But my wife said, “He’s already taken very good care of me.”

I could only say, “To be honest, I really want to see what he looks like.” My wife laughed, “What’s so interesting about that? Just curious?”

I said, “Yeah, is that a problem?” "

My wife didn't say anything at the time, but the next day at work she told Manager Zhao about it. Zhao was surprised and immediately refused. When my wife came back and told me, I used reverse psychology, saying, 'You don't dare to come? That's normal, you're guilty!'

My wife naturally relayed this to Zhao, and he repeatedly asked Shurong, 'Your husband hasn't found out about our affair, has he?' My wife nodded affirmatively, but Zhao was still uneasy and pressed further, 'What did he say when you came home late?' My wife replied, 'I said I was working overtime.' Zhao asked again, 'Did he believe that?' 'Yes. He'll be suspicious if you don't go.'

'Then how does he know I'm your boss?' 'Idiot, of course I told him!' 'Then he's not suspicious?'

'Of course not! I made you sound incredibly capable, I think he'd like to ask you to help him find a good job.' 'That's no problem!'

After repeated attempts, Manager Zhao, although still hesitant, agreed to come.

One weekend evening, I finally met the man who had slept with my wife." Manager Zhao was tall and handsome, which was expected, but his refined manners and slight shyness surprised me.

Upon meeting me, he presented me with an expensive suit, a carton of cigarettes, and two bottles of fine wine. We sat down, exchanged pleasantries, and the atmosphere was very harmonious.

While we chatted, my wife busied herself with chores. At first, she looked at me with concern, but seeing that I seemed unconcerned, she went to the kitchen to cook.

When our daughter came home from school and saw a guest, she greeted him as "Uncle." Manager Zhao gave her a bag of candy and repeatedly praised her beauty. My daughter immediately took a liking to him and sat beside him eating candy.

During dinner, Manager Zhao kept praising Shurong for her diligence and helpfulness at the company, saying he entrusted her with many important tasks and that work might interfere with family matters, asking for my understanding. I quickly said I understood. Zhao then asked if I was satisfied with my work, and I said it was fine. My wife kicked me, so I changed my tune, saying, "It would be better if we could change environments." Manager Zhao readily agreed, saying, "If you're unhappy at your current workplace, just tell me."

During the meal, my wife briefly sat next to Zhao, but he gave her a look, and she then sat back down next to me. Throughout the entire dinner, Zhao didn't even glance at Shurong, being extremely cautious.

A week after inviting Manager Zhao to dinner, I told my wife that I wanted to see her and Zhao make love. Upon hearing this, my wife immediately blushed: "Are you crazy?!"

I begged for a while and then gave up, knowing my wife would definitely tell Zhao the next day. The next day, my wife did indeed tell him, but it startled Zhao again.

After several attempts, I had my wife lie to Zhao, saying I was going on a business trip for a week. Manager Zhao, being the cunning old fox he is, actually went to my workplace to investigate whether this was true, only giving up when he couldn't find anyone he knew to ask. This was because my workplace, the landscaping bureau, had absolutely no connection with Zhao's photography studio business.

The following Sunday, my wife told me that Zhao had finally agreed to come to my house. Beforehand, he had repeatedly asked Shurong about my business trip itinerary and the content of my phone calls, analyzing everything and finding no flaws before agreeing.

On Monday, three days into my "business trip," my wife called back as agreed.

"Hello? Jiamei?" she deliberately called our daughter's name. "It's me," I replied. "Mommy's going home now, are you asleep?" "Okay."

"Ah, good girl, Mommy wants to see you in bed when I get back, okay?" "Yes." "Okay, goodbye!"

My wife hung up. I had already sent our daughter to bed, locking her bedroom door and telling her not to come out, not to tell anyone I was home, etc. As for our son, I sent him to his maternal grandfather's house for the night.

I experienced Manager Zhao's caution firsthand. He had nailed a board under the bed, laid out a mat and pillows, and hung a large mirror opposite the bed. After hanging up the phone, I crawled under the bed and lay down, waiting for my wife and her lover.

About twenty minutes later, I heard the door open, followed by my wife's footsteps and quiet voices, and then two pairs of feet entered my bedroom.

The light turned on, then off, and the door closed. Later, my wife told me that Manager Zhao had stood at the street corner for a long time before coming in, waiting until no one was around before letting Shurong get out of the car and open the door. He then quickly followed her in, afraid the neighbors would see.

Once inside, he checked every room before entering the bedroom. Shurong turned on the light, and he immediately turned it off.

"What are you looking at? I told you no one was there, and you're still being paranoid." As my wife spoke, I saw a flashlight beam shining around the room, then under the bed. Luckily, my bed was suspended in the air, so he couldn't see anything.

"Sigh, better to be careful."

After a while of silence, I gently turned over and peeked through the small opening in the bedside room, looking out through the lace bedspread.

My wife was standing by the window, and Zhao was opposite her, embracing and kissing, occasionally whispering something. Soon, Manager Zhao started kissing my wife while reaching out to touch her breasts. I felt a surge of excitement. My

wife moaned softly, her hands on Manager Zhao's arms—I couldn't tell if she was caressing or pushing him away. I felt her eyes glance in my direction before quickly closing again.

My wife was wearing a white sundress. Manager Zhao touched her through the dress for a while, then pulled down her sundress and bra straps to her arms, and then took out one of my wife's soft, white breasts to play with.

He seemed impatient; after squeezing her breast a few times, he pulled my wife's dress down to her waist, then pushed her underwear up to her thighs, and finally stomped it to the ground.

The room was dimly lit, and my wife's fair, full-figured naked body shone with a white glow, revealing her dark nipples and dark pubic hair. Manager Zhao's skin was darker, and it was clear when he touched my wife's body. He forcefully inserted his middle finger into my wife's vagina, probing and probing until Shurong moaned.

Just as I was enjoying the sight, Zhao picked up my wife and carried her to the bed. Good heavens, how arousing!

With a thud, the two fell heavily onto the bed. Shurong let out a soft moan, and Manager Zhao smiled and offered a few words of comfort. Their feet were still dangling over the edge of the bed. Judging from the movements, Zhao was relatively gentle, and his penetration was slow. My wife let out a low moan, and I guessed that Manager Zhao's penis was already inside my wife's vagina. Then I saw his legs, which were on the floor, vibrate back and forth, presumably during thrusting.

After a while, the bed creaked, and Zhao's legs pulled back up. I could only hear my wife and her lover kissing, panting, and flirting. After standing there for a while, I almost couldn't resist leaving. Just then, I heard Zhao's moans from above. I finally made up my mind, quietly climbed down the partition, lifted the sheet, and peered into the bed.

My wife was lying on the bed, her legs wide open, her buttocks facing my face. Zhao was also naked, though he seemed to be wearing a shirt. He was on top of my wife, his penis inside her vagina, only his testicles showing. They were still kissing and caressing.

Zhao lay there for a while before getting up, and I quickly retreated. I heard them whispering, getting dressed, and saying goodbye. Zhao said, "Don't see me off."

"No, I'll see you off." "Don't see me off, really, be careful someone sees us." "No, I'll go check the door for you before you go out." "Okay." "

The two kissed again, then my wife went out first, opened the door, and seemed to be looking around from the doorway. Then Zhao went out, the door closed, and I only climbed out after hearing the car engine drive away.

My wife was still standing at the door, wearing that sundress. As I walked towards her, she glanced at me shyly and lowered her head. 'Did you enjoy it?' she asked.

I didn't answer, just hugged her and touched her; she wasn't wearing a bra or panties. 'Did you ejaculate inside?' I felt a lot of stuff on my penis inside her vagina.

'Yes, I took the medicine, it's okay.' 'Was it comfortable?' 'Who did you say?' 'Manager Zhao.' 'Hmph, you're naughty!'

'Tell me!' I stripped my wife naked and carried her into the room.

'It wasn't comfortable!' 'You still talking? I heard you moaning.' 'You're so naughty!'" "Eavesdropping..."

More than half a year later, Shurong, as I requested, didn't take birth control pills, while I insisted on using condoms. Soon after, my wife became pregnant with Manager Zhao's child.

It was Lunar New Year.

Amidst the sound of firecrackers, every household was busy preparing New Year's Eve dinner, filled with laughter and the aroma of food.

My wife, heavily pregnant, was busy with our daughter, while Manager Zhao and I sat in the living room playing cards and drinking, and our son was watching TV and playing games.

Zhao's family lived in Heilongjiang. Their company was doing well during the New Year, and with train tickets hard to buy, they didn't go back home. They accepted my invitation to spend the New Year at my house. By then, we were quite familiar with each other, and he wasn't so reserved.

Shurong brought out the dishes, and I hinted to her several times. Just then, Zhao asked her if she needed help, and she finally said, "Okay, you can help me bring out the dishes." Zhao stood up and said to my daughter, "Jiamei, you watch TV, Uncle will cook." "

My daughter happily agreed and went to watch TV.

Ten minutes later, Zhao still hadn't brought out the dishes. I sneaked into the room and moved a painting on the wall. There was a small hole I had made, leading to the kitchen, which was blocked by a sieve hanging on the kitchen wall. Through the sieve hole, I saw my wife and Manager Zhao kissing and embracing, with Zhao glancing at the kitchen door from time to time.

During dinner, I kept drinking with Zhao, and my wife pretended to urge me to drink more, but I pretended not to listen. Zhao was a seasoned businessman and had a good tolerance for alcohol, and I wasn't bad either, but I pretended to be drunk. Around midnight, I said I wanted to sleep and went to my daughter's room. Zhao laughed and said I had the wrong room, but I pretended to be drunk and acted silly for a while before forcing my way into my daughter's room.

That night, my wife slept alone, while Zhao and my son slept. After my daughter fell asleep, I heard my son's bedroom door open, followed by the sound of my wife's bedroom door closing. I sneaked out of the room, crouched outside the door, and heard two people talking inside."

The lewd sounds of my wife and her lover aroused me. I immediately stripped naked, climbed onto my daughter's bed, hugged her, and removed her underwear and bra. Just as I was getting aroused, my wife came in.

"What's wrong?" I released my daughter, who quickly put on her underwear and bra and lay down.

My wife watched for a while, said nothing, only saying, "Manager Zhao asked me to check if you were asleep." "Yes, yes, you should go to sleep too," I waved her off.

My wife hesitated for a moment before leaning on her back and leaving, her belly protruding.

I struggled for a while to undress my daughter again, and after a long time, I finally ejaculated on her thigh and fell into a deep sleep.

The next day at noon, my wife told me that Zhao had left.

July was hot.

Shurong had been in postpartum confinement at home for a month after being discharged from the hospital. By then, her body had basically recovered, but she still needed recuperation.

That day, Manager Zhao drove over, bringing us a lot of gifts and supplements. While looking at the baby, I noticed his expression; he showed no unusual reaction whatsoever, as if the child had nothing to do with him. Typical artist, so good at putting on airs!

Then I chatted with him, and he asked if I wanted him to take a full-month photo of the baby. I said that would be too much trouble for him. He said it was no problem. So after lunch, he took Shurong and the newborn to the photo studio. My daughter insisted on going, and I told her not to trouble them, but Manager Zhao warmly invited Jiamei, so I didn't object anymore. However, Shurong seemed reluctant. I guessed she was afraid my daughter would ruin her plans. After all, the two hadn't been together for over three months.

That evening, the mother and daughter returned, and my daughter excitedly showed me the artistic photos Zhao had personally taken of her. Holding the photos, looking at my daughter, I realized she was like a completely different person. Manager Zhao was not only a skilled photographer, but his clothing, makeup, and styling were all top-notch. My daughter was already beautiful, but after his work, she was absolutely stunning!

Some of the photos showed her in children's clothes, like an innocent little doll; others showed her in adult clothes, like a mature young woman; and there were even a few wedding photos… I was mesmerized!

"Uncle Zhao said he's going to hang my photo on the door as an advertisement!" my daughter said proudly.

During the August holiday, my daughter went to Zhao's photo studio almost every day. I roughly counted, and in less than two weeks, Zhao had taken over a thousand photos of her. My daughter's clothes were also becoming more and more sexy, and I felt something was wrong.

At noon on August 15th, when I came home from work, I found my wife and daughter discussing something. Seeing me come back, my wife said to my daughter, "Go ask your father yourself."

"What is it?" I asked while taking off my shoes.

"Dad," my daughter came over and sat down next to me, a little embarrassed, and said, "I want Uncle Zhao to take some photos of me."

At that time, I didn't understand these terms, so I said, "Sure, take them."

My wife, holding the child, came to my side and whispered in my ear, "You mean nude photos!" "Huh?" I was shocked.

"They'll keep them for themselves, they won't show them to anyone." My daughter pouted. "Oh, will you show them to Dad?" I asked with a smile.

When I got home from work that evening, I saw my daughter sitting alone on the sofa looking at a photo album. I asked, "What's wrong? Are you done taking pictures?" She hurriedly closed the album and hugged it to her chest.

I went over and put my arm around her shoulder, asking, "Where's Mommy?" She gestured towards the bedroom door.

Then I heard my wife's laughter and my son's voice coming from inside; I realized he had returned from his grandmother's house.

"Let Daddy see?" I reached for the album in her arms. She resisted slightly before handing it to me, then leaned behind me to look at it together.

"Wow!" I exclaimed in surprise as I opened the first page.

"Ouch!" my daughter shrieked, covering my eyes with her hands. It was a photo of my daughter kneeling naked, her hands covering her breasts.

"What's so special about that?" I said nonchalantly, but my heart was racing.

The second photo was of my daughter lying on her side on the bed, her back to the camera, her broad hips alluring. Although I had touched my daughter's body before, I had never seen her completely naked. After flipping through a few photos, I got an erection.

"I can't see anything!" I said, dissatisfied, after looking at them all. The photos were artistic and erotic, but unfortunately, they lacked any explicit content.

"What else do you want to see!" My daughter rolled her eyes at me, snatched the album, closed it, and took it away.

I sat on the sofa, stunned for a while, before returning to my room. The door wasn't locked, so I pushed it open and went in. My wife, half-naked, was kissing my son, their arms around each other. They separated when I entered.

After my son left, my wife shyly lowered her head and smiled, scolding him as she put on her bra: "Ah Ren, really, fighting with his brother for milk." Then she asked, "Have you finished looking at the photos? Were they good?"

"They were good, but they weren't quite right," I replied absentmindedly, stroking the sheets.

"There are some more here, guaranteed to be more satisfying," my wife chuckled, turning to open a drawer and taking out another album. "Oh?" I stood up, intrigued, ready to take it, but my wife hid it behind her back.

"Let me see." "No." "Give it to me." "No, hehe."

I tried to grab it, and my wife screamed and resisted, making a fuss before I finally got it. I excitedly sat down at the desk and looked through the photos with my wife.

“This one was originally taken while she was sitting, but Xiao Zhao told Jia Mei to get up and change her pose, and took it when she wasn’t looking,” my wife explained, pointing to each photo. Looking at the picture she pointed to, my daughter had just stood up halfway, her light pubic hair and budding breasts fully exposed.

“This one was taken secretly,” my wife said, pointing to another photo of my daughter bending over and taking off her underwear.

“And this one?” I asked Shu Rong, picking up a close-up photo of my daughter’s genitals.

“Hehe, there’s a camera under the glass platform in our photo studio. Jia Mei was squatting on it, and Xiao Zhao took a picture of her from below,” my wife said mysteriously.

Next, I saw a photo of my daughter squatting in the toilet urinating, clearly also taken secretly.

The last few photos were nude pictures of the mother and daughter together. In the photos, the mother and daughter knelt facing each other, their breasts gently touching, kissing each other. In one photo, the daughter was kneeling in front of her mother, sucking on her nipple.

“Jia Mei was originally afraid to take nude photos, but Xiao Zhao asked me to demonstrate, so I took my clothes off, and then Jia Mei agreed to take hers off too,” my wife explained.

Suddenly, I thought of another question and asked my wife, “You’ve been with Xiao Zhao for so long, has he ever taken any photos for you?”

My wife was speechless and just lowered her head and smiled shyly. I pressed her repeatedly before she finally said, "I do have some, but they're all with Xiao Zhao. He doesn't dare let me take them home..."

"No way, I want to see them!" "Fine, I'll see them, why are you being so fierce?" my wife muttered. "I'll just ask him tomorrow." "Will he give them to you?"

"I'll take them secretly." "What if he finds out?" "I'll get the negatives developed." "Where will you get them developed?" "At the shop."

"Aren't you afraid of being seen?" "Xiao Zhao isn't always at the shop; sometimes I can develop them by myself." "Do you understand?"

"Of course I understand, it's very simple. Xiao Zhao taught me a long time ago."

The next day after work, my wife didn't mention it until after dinner. Only when I asked her did she call me into the room, hand me a paper package, close the door, and leave, telling me to be careful when looking at them.

I locked the door, excitedly opened the package, and a series of obscene photos came into view. My wife knew what I wanted to see; every single one in the package was what I wanted. In an era when making pornography could lead to execution, these were priceless treasures for someone like me!

The first photo was taken in a dimly lit room. The darkness made the skin of the two people, a man and a woman, appear snow-white and very clear. Manager Zhao sat naked on a dark wooden chair, while my wife sat naked on his hairy lap, her arms tightly wrapped around his neck, offering him a kiss. Zhao tilted his head back to accept my wife's kiss, his hands on her buttocks. In the lower right corner of the photo were some flamboyant artistic words: "Love's Cottage."

The second photo was brightly lit, and the bathtub behind them told me what kind of place it was. In the photo, my wife was holding onto the washbasin, examining herself in the mirror, her buttocks raised high. Manager Zhao stood behind her, one hand holding her long, black hair, gently pulling it, causing my wife's face to tilt slightly upwards, the other hand grasping her firm breasts.

The third photo was still in the bathroom. Manager Zhao sat on the edge of the bathtub, one leg on the toilet bowl. Shurong knelt between his legs, sucking his penis.

After seeing the photos, my whole body trembled, and I rubbed my genitals vigorously, finally ejaculating the semen I had been holding back for so long.

That day, Zhao took a photoshoot for a client, while her daughter stayed home doing her homework. The next morning, however, the mother and daughter went out early. That

evening, they returned; the daughter was carrying a large photo album, but my wife winked at me. I knew the best photos were with her, so I made an excuse to go into the room with her.

Sure enough, the first photo my wife showed me was of my daughter lying in bed. Her underwear was pulled up to her thighs, revealing her pubic hair!

We excitedly flipped through the "hidden treasures," whispering among ourselves. My wife told me about the process of taking each photo, and I listened with great interest.

“We watched porn together first, and Jia Mei’s face turned red.” My wife chuckled as she recounted how she coaxed her daughter to take off her pants: “Later, Xiao Zhao brought a lot of pictures of ancient Greek sculptures for Jia Mei to see.”

“And she agreed?” “Not so easy!” My wife snorted. “I was the one who started it.” “Oh.”

“Later, Xiao Zhao also took off his clothes, and we demonstrated for her first, and then she agreed.”

As she spoke, my wife took the photos from my hand, flipped one over, and placed it in my hand.

“We imitated that kissing statue.” My wife explained. “What kissing statue?” I knew nothing about art.

“It’s this one, exactly the same. You’ll see for yourself.”

I looked at the photo in my hand: Manager Zhao, naked, embracing my equally naked, underage daughter, the two of them kissing.

“Look at him, he’s all erect.” My wife pointed and laughed, and I then saw Manager Zhao’s penis sticking out from under my daughter’s buttocks, looking like it was being oppressed.

“Jiamei is so difficult. She only does one photo after I do the other. I’m exhausted,” my wife said, rubbing her back and yawning.

I put down the photos and went out to ask my daughter for the album. Seeing my son looking at them, I joined him. Compared to the previous ones, these were pure art; the important parts were covered up. But my son kept teasing his sister, so I had to stop him, saying, “This is art, don’t you understand?”

My daughter was grateful for my help and took the album, telling me to go to her room to look at it, so her brother wouldn’t have to see it anymore.

Father and daughter went into the room hand in hand to look at the photos. My daughter secretly told me, “Mom ate Uncle Zhao’s penis today…” “Oh?” “Aren’t you angry?” “

What’s there to be angry about? It’s art.” “Uncle Zhao even wanted me to eat his…”

I didn’t comment. Although I wanted to look, I felt it was unfair to make my daughter do this.

After a while, I couldn’t resist touching my daughter. She blushed and lowered her head, saying nothing. Then I took off her pants and touched her legs.

After two hours of touching, my wife knocked on the door, telling me it was time to sleep, so I went out.

Once in bed, I immediately started having sex with her. She was equally aroused and completely absorbed. Just as things were getting heated, she asked what I and our daughter had been doing in the room. I gave a brief explanation, then asked, "What about you?"

She told me that as soon as my daughter and I entered the room, our son pulled her into the bathroom and touched her all over.

"That kid's a pervert," she said, half-angry and half-joking. "How so?" I asked, and she turned her face away, remaining silent.

I was anxious and pressed her for details, but she wouldn't tell me, so I gave up.

A week later, Manager Zhao suddenly invited our family to dinner.

We went to the most luxurious restaurant in the city, and Zhao relentlessly urged us to eat and drink, ordering many extremely expensive dishes. After dinner, he showered us with gifts: a gold Rolex for me, a diamond ring for Shurong, and a high-powered imported motorcycle for my son. As for my daughter's gift, since she didn't open it on the spot, I don't know what it was, but I can imagine its value.

These gifts were things we had always wanted, even things we had strived for in life. Overnight, Manager Zhao had fulfilled our wishes. My family and I were filled with indescribable gratitude and surprise.

When I got home, I repeatedly asked my wife what had happened. She replied, "I'll tell you when I have the chance," looking hesitant and stopping herself several times.

The next night, before bed, as I admired the gold watch, I asked her again about it. She finally said, "Zhao asked me for something. I didn't want to tell you, but I was forced to. Actually, I thought you wouldn't agree, but..."

"Just say it," I thought. You've even gotten my wife pregnant; what can't I agree to? Does Manager Zhao want my life?

"It's like this, don't be angry when you hear this..." My wife said, scrutinizing me as if my expression would scare her away.

"Hmm, what strange things haven't I heard of? Why would I get angry?" I tried to remain calm. "Alright, I'll tell you then. It's like this, Xiao Zhao wants to play around with Jia Mei..."

This was an unforgettable night; I couldn't describe my feelings in words. Excitement? Anger? Jealousy? It seemed as if a thousand emotions were intertwined in my heart, indescribable.

He played with my wife, and now he wants to play with my daughter!

A week later, I came to my senses. Because Manager Zhao agreed to give me half of the studio's shares.

That night, after discussing it with my wife again, I gave in. "Okay, since that's the case... but you have to ask Jia Mei herself if she agrees."

"Don't worry about that, I'll handle it." My wife breathed a sigh of relief and immediately made a promise. "If the child isn't happy, don't force her."

"Of course, isn't she my daughter too!" "And..." "And what?" "This..." "Why are you like this too?"

"I think, let's see..." I forced myself to say this, but even with my thick skin, I was too embarrassed to say it all. Fortunately, my wife understood what I meant.

"No problem, the photo studio has everything. I'll talk to Xiao Zhao, and he'll definitely agree." That was settled.

For three consecutive days, I saw my wife take our daughter into the room after dinner, presumably to comfort her. Each time, they talked for two or three hours. Sometimes the mother and daughter would argue in the room, and sometimes it would be completely silent.

On the morning of the fourth day, my wife got up early and dressed our daughter beautifully. Then Manager Zhao called, and the mother and daughter went out.

They didn't return until noon the next day.

Our daughter looked a little pale, but her spirits were still good. She entered the room with her head down, not daring to look at me, with a slight smile, and went straight into the bedroom and closed the door.

"How did it go?" I asked my wife.

Shurong pulled me into the room, took a videotape from her bag, and handed it to me: "Here, watch it. I'm going to take a shower first; I'm exhausted."

When she finished showering, she came out wearing a bathrobe and drying her hair, while I was still lying in bed. "What's wrong? Haven't you watched it yet? Or have you finished?"

"What's the point of watching it without your narration?" I smiled wryly and turned on the VCR.

My wife smiled and kissed me, then got into bed and lay down beside me to watch it together.

The video started with Manager Zhao adjusting the equipment, then he called out, "Okay, come in."

There were women's laughter and chatter, and my wife and daughter came in. Both mother and daughter were wearing sundresses and sun hats, and they sat on the bed as soon as they came in.

"How was it? Did you have fun today?" Manager Zhao asked. Shurong looked at her daughter, who fanned herself with her hat and nodded with a smile.

"Aren't you going to thank your uncle?" my wife said, patting her daughter reproachfully. "Thank you, Uncle Zhao."

After chatting for a while, Zhao said, "It's hot, take a shower and change your clothes." Then the three of them declined for a while, and my daughter got up to take a shower.

As soon as their daughter left, Shurong and Zhao whispered to each other. Zhao pointed to the camera, and Shurong got up, looked in the mirror, then sat back down next to Zhao, laughing and playfully hitting him. The two of them

started teasing each other on the bed. Seeing this, I looked down at my wife laughing. She smiled and pushed me away, and I started watching the video again.

In the video, my wife quietly stood up and returned with a pile of clothes, which Zhao threw under the bed.

"Those are Jiamei's clothes," my wife explained. I then realized she had gone to steal our daughter's clothes.

Manager Zhao pulled out his erect penis and showed it to my wife. Shurong hit him, and the two of them hugged and kissed. Zhao pressed my wife's head down to his crotch. Shurong glanced at the camera, seemingly embarrassed, but still lowered her head and began sucking Zhao's penis.

Seeing this, I couldn't help but groan. At this moment, our daughter's voice came from off-screen: "Mom, where are my clothes?"

The two quickly separated and answered loudly, essentially saying it was hot and they didn't need to wear clothes.

My daughter seemed shy and refused to come out. Manager Zhao and Shurong discussed it for a while, then got up and left, disappearing from the screen for a long time.

"Let's go in and shower with Jiamei," my wife explained again.

"Oh?" I looked away, focusing on my wife and listening carefully. Although there was no one on screen, my daughter's screams, laughter, and shouts, my wife's words of persuasion, and Manager Zhao's soothing voices could be heard intermittently.

About ten minutes later, a naked girl rushed into the frame, chasing after a man, giggling as she jumped onto the bed. The man was, of course, Manager Zhao, and the girl was my daughter, Jiamei. Once

on the bed, my daughter wrapped herself in the blanket. Manager Zhao didn't force her; he just sat on the edge of the bed, making witty remarks while reaching under the blanket to pat her a few times, each time eliciting laughter and shouts from my daughter. After

a while, my wife also came out naked, holding a large towel, wringing her hair as she stood by the bed, smiling as she watched her lover tease my daughter.

At this point, the daughter huddled in the corner, clutching the sheet. Zhao, seemingly about to give up, sighed, smiled helplessly, and beckoned Shurong to get into bed. Shurong sat down on the bed, and Zhao pulled her into his arms.

They hugged each other, wiping the water droplets off their bodies, talked for a while, and then began kissing and caressing, while the daughter watched quietly from the side.

After a few kisses, Zhao lay down against the pillows, and Shurong knelt between his legs, her buttocks raised high. Because her buttocks blocked the camera, I couldn't see the details clearly.

Then, Shurong faced the camera, lying on the bed like a dog, and under the daughter's gaze, let Zhao lick her genitals, occasionally letting out moans.

Next, the two knelt face to face on the bed, kissing passionately. Manager Zhao slowly helped Shurong lie down, leaning over her and continuing to kiss her, one hand beginning to caress her body.

At this moment, Shurong's genitals were facing the camera, and I could clearly see Manager Zhao's long, slender fingers, accustomed to handling cameras, probing and inserting into my wife's vagina.

Zhao slowly moved his body onto my wife, revealing his firm buttocks and large testicles.

Soon, he slightly raised his genitals, groped for his penis, aimed, and inserted it…

“Look at Jia Mei’s legs,” my wife whispered to me. I then shifted my gaze from the two of them to my daughter sitting beside us. She was moving somewhat nervously, her legs opening and closing intermittently.

“She’s in heat, hee hee…” my wife said with a soft laugh.

“You, as her mother, have corrupted your daughter,” I said. “Oh! You’ve taught her quite a bit!”

“Okay, okay, just kidding.” "Seeing my wife's somewhat embarrassed and angry expression, I quickly surrendered.

Sometime later, the two of them sat up and reached for my daughter. She lowered her head, pulled her hands away, and avoided them. The two scoundrels stood up, squatting on either side of her, trying to persuade, coax, and pull her, finally managing to tear off her blanket.

Manager Zhao first hugged and kissed my underage daughter, while my wife softly comforted her, gently stroking her legs to help her relax.

After a while, Shurong patted Zhao, telling him to let go, then hugged our daughter, coaxed her a few times, removed her hands from her chest, and let Zhao suckle her tiny, fist-sized breasts. Zhao smiled and said something, which my wife explained: 'He said Jiamei's breasts were as tender as rose petals.'" The daughter

nestled in her mother's arms, her brow furrowed, eyes closed, her body stiff. After Zhao finished nursing, his mouth moved downwards, and the daughter couldn't help but whimper a few times and stir. Shurong quickly held her

tighter, gently comforting her. The daughter remained silent with her eyes closed. Shurong and Zhao occasionally exchanged smiles and a few words, the atmosphere relaxed and pleasant.

Then Shurong used her foot to pry open the daughter's thighs and lay down on her back. Zhao smiled and said something, then placed his hands on the daughter's knees and slowly separated them. The daughter stirred again, and Shurong comforted her again, while Zhao also stroked her thighs to soothe her, until she stopped moving. Zhao began kissing her thighs.

After about ten minutes, Shurong released her daughter. Jiamei lay on the bed like a dead woman, letting him do as he pleased. Zhao looked at Shurong, who nodded, and then Zhao pressed himself against my daughter. Compared to my fourteen-year-old daughter, his body seemed enormous, forcing him to arch his back to kiss her, which made me clearly see his penis trying to penetrate my daughter's still-pubic vulva.

After a while, Zhao looked up and said something. Shurong got up, went to the bedside table, found something that looked like toothpaste, fiddled with it behind them for a while, and said, "That's enough." "Then Zhao tried again, but it still didn't work. Shurong climbed onto Zhao's back, put her hands under his crotch, and guided his penis to slowly insert into my daughter's vagina.

My daughter suddenly cried out and struggled. Zhao quickly stopped and comforted her, and Shurong also climbed in front, hugged my daughter's head, and kissed and stroked her to soothe her. After a while, my daughter's tense, arched body slowly relaxed.

At this time, the videotape was finished.

"Sigh..." I sighed and lay down, still feeling unsatisfied. "We didn't even notice the tape was finished, so..." my wife explained.

I put away the videotape of my wife helping her lover rape my daughter and went to sleep.

A week later, Zhao went on a business trip out of town, and my wife came home from work on time for several days in a row, looking a little absent-minded. After dinner, she would glance at her son, and when he called, she would fidget for a while before going into the room with him.

"What good thing did you do tonight?" I asked her the first day. "Just breastfeeding, Ah Ren seems like he'll never grow up."

The second day I asked again, and she said, "Your son is really bad." “

What do you mean, ‘your son’? Isn’t he your son?” I retorted, but she didn’t argue with me and went to sleep.

Less than an hour after the mother and son went into the room on the third day, my wife came out. “What’s wrong?” I asked curiously as I lay in bed watching TV.

My wife's clothes were disheveled, her hair was loose, and her cheeks were flushed. She twisted her robe, head bowed, silent. After a long while, she leaned close to me and mumbled, "Aren't you going to do anything about him..."

"Oh? What's wrong with him?" I asked deliberately. "He, he wants to..." "Wants what?" "He wants to sleep with me, what should I do?" My wife said in a low voice.

"Oh? Are you willing?" "Of course not! You rascal!" My wife gritted her teeth and poked my forehead. "Mom!" my son called from outside.

"He's calling you." I nudged my wife. "I'm not going!" my wife pouted. A moment later, my son came in, looking at me awkwardly.

"Do you need to see your mother?" I asked. "Yes." my son said, head bowed. "Go on." I nudged my wife again. "I'm not going!" she angrily shook her hand.

"Come on!" my son came up and pulled her. That damn brat is really bold! I shook the newspaper and said nothing more.

My wife was finally half-heartedly dragged away, punching me as she left, saying bitterly, "I hate you!" Then, supported by our son, she shuffled away.

Hearing the door close, my heart sank to the heavens. Holding the newspaper, I couldn't concentrate on a single word for a full hour.

There was a thud from our son's room next door; I strained my ears but heard nothing. A moment later, I heard my wife's soft moans, but when I listened closely, they were gone.

Around eleven o'clock, my wife returned to her room; I was almost asleep. "Finished?" I suddenly asked after she lay down.

My wife playfully punched me, pouting and refusing to admit it. I cleared my throat, changed the subject, and asked seriously, "How did you do it?" She then stammered out the answer. "Standing up."

"Why not use the bed?" "That's not good… well…" "All naked?" He took his clothes off, but I didn't…" "Why?" "

That's not good…" "How can you do it without taking your clothes off?" "He pulled my pants up to my legs, lifted my skirt, and did that..."

I thought that was it and didn't ask any more questions, but my wife added, "Ah Ren's thing is more..." "More what?" "More that..."

"Which one? Can you be more specific?"

"Well, I don't really know how to say it, anyway, the length and size are just right, it seems like..." She hesitated again.

"Like what? Tailor-made?" I asked with a laugh. "You're so naughty!" My wife hit me and blushed.

"Of course, he's your son, his thing is made to your size." "

In the blink of an eye, the children's summer vacation is almost over. During this time, I've become the most bored person in the family.

About every two or three days, Manager Zhao would call my wife and daughter to come to the photo studio, where he would gang rape them. Each time, he would film the process, and Shurong would often secretly make a copy of the tape for me to watch the next day. I asked Shurong why Zhao didn't call them every day. Shurong said, 'Actually, Xiao Zhao really wants to do this, but he's afraid you'll suspect something.'

So that's it.

Sometimes, after my wife finished her task as a pimp, she would leave our daughter at the photo studio for Zhao to rape, and go home herself to avoid ruining her lover's plans. She was quite the virtuous wife. However, at home, she could continue to have fun with her son, but I, the poor one, suffered." A superfluous person.

While Manager Zhao was too embarrassed to call me "daughter," I tried to get close to her, but I had no idea what I wanted to do or how far I wanted to go. So, I often just masturbated and ejaculated after a while. Sometimes I even tried to shamelessly insert my penis into her, but she refused, and I lost my courage.

I kept telling my wife about my affair with my daughter, just as she told me her own shameful secrets, hoping she would help me, but she never did. I finally couldn't hold back and made the request to her.

That night, after recounting my daytime affair with my daughter, I told my wife I wanted to experience what it was like to have an affair with her. My wife said strangely, "You've come this far, isn't it just a matter of time? Do you need my help?"

I had to desperately belittle myself to explain the importance of her involvement.

"Isn't this inappropriate?" "My wife hesitated. 'What's wrong with that? You're the same...' I thought to myself, how could you say that?

'I'm different from you. Ah Ren won't tell anyone about us. Jia Mei is different; she's a girl.'

My wife's words weren't unreasonable. If our son spread the word about his and his mother's shameful affair, he might be in even more trouble. If I were to do anything careless with my daughter, it could lead to a tragedy!

Thinking of this, I sighed, feeling a bit desperate.

Two days later, while I was arguing with my daughter in her room, my wife came in to get something. Usually, she wouldn't come in if she saw us fooling around with the door closed. What was wrong with her today?

I had just taken off my daughter's underwear and was holding her, nursing and touching her bottom. When she saw her mother come in, my daughter shyly pushed me away and hid next to her mother, saying, 'Mom, Dad wants to sleep with me.' My wife said dismissively, 'What's so strange about sleeping with Dad?' My daughter whispered something in her mother's ear, giggling at me. After listening, my wife said, 'I don't care about your business.'" "Saying this, she walked out, and her daughter followed after her, putting on her underwear.

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After dinner, my wife and daughter were washing dishes in the kitchen when I followed them in. I hugged my daughter and teased her, and she struggled and said to her mother, "Mom, look at Dad, he's at it again." My wife didn't say anything.

After washing the dishes, my wife went back to her room, and my daughter followed her in. I was too embarrassed to go in again, but I felt burning up and couldn't sit still. After an hour, I went in anyway.

In the room, my wife and daughter were sitting side by side on the edge of the bed, seemingly talking about something serious. My daughter's expression was solemn with a hint of shyness. I sensed the awkward atmosphere and wanted to leave, but my wife stopped me and told me to sit down and listen to their conversation.

"I've told Jiamei everything I needed to say. Now it's up to you." "After my wife finished speaking to me, she picked up a book and started reading under the bedside lamp.

Strange, how do I know what you said? I wondered to myself, afraid to move. My wife read for a while, then glanced at me and gave me a wink. I mustered my courage, sat down next to our daughter, and hugged her. She shook her shoulders, trying to pull away. I looked helplessly at my wife; she kicked me and glared at me, as if scolding me for being useless. I made up my mind and hugged our daughter again. She struggled a few more times before letting me hold her.

'Daddy actually loves you very much,' my wife comforted me. 'He's always been so indulgent towards you since you were little, always afraid of hurting you, otherwise he wouldn't be so gentle with you.'" My

daughter snorted and nudged my stomach with her elbow. I let out a soft cry, and she chuckled, easing the tension. I took the opportunity to kiss her, and she lightly slapped me.

My wife, watching us flirt, chimed in occasionally to ease the tension.

"That's right," she said, "a daughter should be affectionate with her father. Raising you wasn't easy."

"From the time you were little, your father bathed you, emptied your diaper, and wiped your bottom. What hole on your body hasn't your father touched?"

Just then, my son knocked on the door, calling, "Mom!" I was annoyed, thinking things had gone wrong again. My wife called out, "Wait a minute, Mom needs to go."

My son, outside, said impatiently, "What is it? Come out and say something!" My wife said, "I told you not to bother me if you need something. Mom will be out in a minute."

My son then left, and I was able to continue.

My wife seemed a bit anxious, probably eager to go on her date with my son. Seeing my slow progress, she couldn't help but come to help. With her help, things went much more smoothly.

“Come on, let Daddy see how his daughter has grown up,” my wife said, starting to undress our daughter. I quickly said, “I can do it myself.” Seeing her mother doing it, our daughter couldn’t refuse anymore and half-heartedly let me undress her.

“Come on, give Daddy a kiss to repay your kindness in raising me.” At my wife’s urging, our daughter blushed and kissed me, and we started kissing.

“That’s right, kiss me longer, what does this look like?” my wife pointed out from the side. “Get closer, what does it look like when we’re so far apart? Come on, hug me tighter, yes, like this. Your little breasts are pressing against Daddy’s chest… What are you laughing at? What’s so funny?”

my wife scolded playfully. Our daughter suppressed her shy laughter and kissed me again.

“Okay, Daddy’s hard, and you’re wet too, have some fun.” My wife said decisively, but our daughter hesitated, holding my penis thoughtfully, not letting go for a long time.

"What's wrong? Still thinking about Uncle Zhao?" My wife laughed. "He's Mom's lover, you can't compete with Mom for him!"

"Mom! What are you saying?" My daughter blushed.

"What are you shy about? Dad already knows about you and Uncle Zhao!" My wife said, quickly pulling out a bunch of photos and waving them in front of my daughter. My daughter immediately turned bright red and couldn't speak.

"What's wrong?" Seeing my daughter's hesitation, my wife pressed on. "Mom, this is incest..."

"What incest? It sounds awful. What's the big deal about letting your dad have sex with you?"

"But you don't have sex with your brother, that..." My daughter retorted softly. Now it was my wife's turn to blush, and I was speechless. The room fell silent.

"Mom, are you done yet?" My son called from outside.

My wife was looking down, seemingly lost in thought, her ears even turning red. She seemed to be trying very hard, and I felt awkward, wanting to back down: "Shurong, forget it, I think..."

"Forget it? Let's be frank today," she looked up at her daughter and said, "Actually, Mom and brother have already... you know... done it..." Mom... The daughter looked at her mother in surprise.

"Aren, come in." My wife called to the door, and my son pushed the door open. He was also quite surprised to see his father and sister naked and embracing each other. But boys are bolder, and under his mother's urging, he came in anyway. As soon

as my son sat down, my wife sat on his lap, which startled him again. He looked at me with an awkward smile, not daring to do anything.

"My dear son, your father already knows about what's going on between us, and he doesn't object, so don't worry." My wife said to my son.

My son was shocked for the third time, looked up at me, and I nodded firmly. He lowered his head shyly and just smiled.

"Tell me, what did you want to say when you called Mom out?" "My wife put her arms around my son's neck and asked, "No, nothing?"

"Nothing? Really nothing?" My wife pressed, and my son was speechless.

"Do whatever you want right here," my wife said, and began to kiss my son. My son was stunned for a moment, looked at me, and I smiled and nodded. He hesitated, then slowly responded to his mother's kiss.

At this point, the matter was clear.

"Okay, you two can talk slowly. We'll talk outside," my wife said. My son quickly picked up his mother and walked out. When they reached the door, he turned back to close it, and my wife took the opportunity to smile at us and say, "Goodnight." The door closed

, leaving only my daughter and me inside.

I looked at my daughter, and she looked at me. I gently stroked her smooth thighs, and she grasped my hand. I gently removed her hand and touched her buttocks, and she grabbed my arm… I turned off the light.

The next morning, I was woken by the phone ringing. I didn't want to answer it for a long time, but someone answered it on the extension, and I was able to continue my sweet dream. But soon after, my wife knocked on the door.

“What’s wrong?” I asked. My wife told me that Manager Zhao had called and asked her to bring my daughter to him for sex.

I didn’t want to stop her, but my daughter seemed reluctant. My wife patted her and persuaded her for a while, saying things like, “Uncle Zhao is so good to you…” and so on, before my daughter finally got up and washed.

At noon, my wife returned alone. I suppose Manager Zhao sent her home because he thought her presence was in the way when he was raping our daughter, but she didn’t seem jealous at all.

“How was last night?” "She asked me as soon as she came in. 'Well, it's like this...' I described the events of last night in detail, and my wife listened with great interest.

'So, how does it feel to have sex with your own daughter?' my wife asked with a half-smile. 'And how does it feel to have sex with your own son?' I retorted.

'You're so mean!' my wife hit me. 'Hey, let me tell you, next month our daughter will be yours.' 'What do you mean?' 'Stop

being so sour!' my wife pushed me, glared at me, and then said, 'Xiao Zhao wants to go home to see his mother and asked me to take our son with me.' 'Oh? To play the wife?'

'Who knows?' my wife said casually. 'When are you leaving?' 'Tomorrow, the plane tickets are bought.'"

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