Filial Piety of the Wife (Part 21)

Chapter 21 Foot Bath
The beautiful time flew by. After sitting for a while, we prepared to descend the mountain, packed our luggage, and headed back. It was already past two o'clock when I realized I was actually a little tired.
I walked at the back, and my father's physical advantage became apparent.
My father happily remarked that young people's stamina was just not as good these days.
My wife walked in the middle, secretly smiling. I didn't argue; it seemed that young people's stamina was indeed inferior to that of the older generation.
Following my wife from behind, I suddenly recalled the scene from the morning. My father had been following my wife like this, his eyes inevitably catching glimpses of her every gesture, every smile, her beautiful back radiating youthful brilliance.
Since the mountain wasn't too high, we descended quickly, avoiding the same route we'd taken in the morning, so there wasn't much opportunity for any intimate contact.
At three o'clock, we reached the foot of the mountain, got in the car, and drove home.
The three of us chatted happily, talking about the beautiful scenery and sights of the day, and reminiscing about trivial matters from the past. As we approached the city, we saw a hot spring resort. I suddenly wanted to go for a soak in the hot springs; if I did, I would have many opportunities to enjoy them.
However, after discussing it with my father and wife, they both disagreed. They both said it was too late, and my wife even said there were no swimsuits or anything like that.
I had no choice but to reluctantly agree to their idea.
Since I couldn't go to the hot springs
, I thought a foot bath would be fine. I told them they were tired from hiking and wanted to get a foot bath, a soak and massage to relieve fatigue, and their legs wouldn't hurt tomorrow. They didn't object to that. My father had never been to a foot massage parlor before and wanted to refuse, but I said, "You haven't been before, don't try to save money. It won't cost much, and it's a way to enjoy life." He agreed.
We found a decent foot massage parlor, booked a triple room, and ordered the most basic foot massage services. Too many services were unnecessary; it was just a foot massage and leg massage.
A while later, three technicians came—one man and two women. When ordering, I had given the service order to the staff.
I guess they, like my father and wife, thought the male technician was for my father, but that wasn't the case. The male technician I ordered was for my wife.
After they came in, I told them it was a male-female pairing.
They understood, and my father and wife both looked at me.
I said, "That's how it is here. Although my wife has had male masseurs massage her feet before when we came out together, today is different. My father is here today, so she's surprised too.
" My father, on the other hand, felt embarrassed that a woman was washing his feet, partly because it was the first time, and partly because he was surprised that I had a man massage my wife.
I didn't explain much, just said, "That's how it is," and they didn't ask any more questions, because asking more would only make things more awkward.
The rest of the time, we watched TV while the masseuses were busy.
My wife was in the middle, and my father and I were on either side.
The foot massage bed wasn't laid flat, and the room was small; you could see all three of us without even tilting your head.
The masseuses' movements were almost synchronized: they brought water and then took off our socks (we'd already taken off our shoes when we came in).
Li Li wasn't wearing socks. Watching a man service her usually didn't bother me, since it wasn't the first time, but today, for some reason, I felt uneasy.
My father seemed even more uncomfortable. After all, it was his first time getting his feet washed, and the first time such a young woman had touched his feet. Besides the ticklish feeling, he also had some uneasy thoughts.
Putting his feet in the hot water, the medicinal herbs weren't very effective; the hot water was the main thing.
The masseuse left, and we relaxed. I said, "Soaking my feet is so comfortable!"
My wife said, "It improves blood circulation. Foot baths are especially suitable for older people. Dad should soak his feet in hot water every night.
" I said, "In the past, women's feet were considered 'three-inch golden lotuses' and couldn't be shown to others. Now, everywhere you look, women not only don't wear socks, but their pants and skirts are getting shorter and shorter."
As I said this, my father and I both looked at Li Li, making her a little shy. She was wearing very short hot pants that day.
I continued, "Actually, women's openness and men's openness are directly proportional now. Men these days don't care if their women dress revealingly; it's a way of showing off beauty.
In fact, they prefer their women to dress sexily, and the attention from other men is their biggest source of pride.
It's the same principle as getting a male masseuse for Li Li or a female masseuse for a man—as long as the person you love is comfortable and happy, it doesn't matter. My happiness is the happiness of the person in my heart."
Li Li definitely understood what I meant; this was actually directed at my father, telling him that as long as he and Li Li enjoyed themselves, I was happy.
But I wondered if my father would understand? Logically, he wouldn't think that way.
But I couldn't be any more direct; any more directness would be blatant incitement.
After soaking for about ten minutes, the masseuse came in, and we chatted casually while they began their work.
When they took the basin away and lifted my feet, they both fell silent, as if a little nervous.
The masseuse dried our feet and then began massaging them with massage oil. We all tried to remain silent, and when she asked if the pressure was okay, we both said yes.
But when she started massaging the soles of our feet, the sensitive Lili finally couldn't help but let out a soft "hmm," quickly covering it up by saying it tickled. My father and I both looked at Lili; her face was flushed.
Watching the male masseuse's hands caress my wife's feet was obvious, and I'm sure my father could see it too. I wonder if he was thinking about what I'd just mentioned? Compared to the masseuse, my wife's feet seemed to receive more attention, because I noticed my father's eyes frequently glancing towards them.
The masseuse sensed the awkward atmosphere and tried to lighten it by chatting with us separately.
Some talked about the benefits of foot massages, others about the acupoints on the soles of the feet, and still others asked if we were friends.
When they learned we had my father with us, they praised our filial piety, and my father's face lit up with a very happy smile. I said that we young people know how to enjoy life, but my father has always known how to endure hardship. We should let him enjoy life more.
As the masseuse slowly began her massage, my father's and my masseuses massaged up to our groin, while my wife's masseuse seemed a little embarrassed, only massaging up to her knees, since her thighs were bare. Watching the hands roaming over my wife's legs, I wondered if my father imagined those hands were his own. The gentle massage, the comfortable blood flow, the quiet sounds—slowly closing my eyes, this moment was a moment of enjoyment in life. After a long day, rewarding my body, forgetting about life, forgetting about tasks to complete, just quietly enjoying the moment, I almost drifted off to sleep. My father and wife's breathing became much more even, as if they were asleep.
The technician quietly left the room, and the three of us remained silent, enjoying the tranquility.
However, it was getting dark, almost five o'clock, and we had to get up to go back to see the child, as we hadn't seen him all day.
I had asked my father to stay at my house, but he said it wasn't necessary; he had to visit Uncle Li tomorrow and got off the bus on his way.
My wife and I also missed the child. Although we occasionally missed him while working, it was the weekend, and we felt guilty for not spending time with him.
After dropping my father off, he said he would go home and cook, so we rushed to my in-laws' house, cuddling and cuddling the child for a long time.
My in-laws had already prepared a meal, and we ate and drank as usual. Because life isn't too stressful, the family is quite harmonious. I even had a few drinks with my father-in-law.
Back home, the child washed up and soon fell asleep cuddling with his mother.
Today, I was very tired from hiking, and I only noticed that my father's diary hadn't been updated, and he wasn't online either, so he must have been exhausted too.
My wife and I washed up and went to bed early, as we don't do much physical activity.
The next day was the same as always, an ordinary morning. I went to work, took care of some things, and went online, only to find that my father's diary had been updated.
"A beautiful day, with the children by my side.
Although I know they prefer traveling alone, they brought me along this time, and I haven't been out in a long time. I had planned not to bother them.
But since I'm going to enjoy life, accepting their filial piety is also a kind of change. My
thoughtful daughter-in-law... after what happened the day before yesterday, I'm a little scared, yet also a little excited.
Afraid of disrupting the peace of life, afraid of affecting the children's lives.
But that beautiful body... I bought her sportswear. My daughter-in-law's childlike behavior is innocent, beautiful, and adorable.
She wants to take me hiking; it's been a long time since I've been. I'll treat it as a way to relax and distract myself."
Watching my daughter-in-law recline gracefully on the sofa, her youthful and beautiful figure evoked a sense of happiness. There were truly no impure thoughts here; I forgot the wicked thoughts I had when I saw her breasts.
I felt there was nothing wrong with appreciating her beauty; after all, she was my daughter-in-law, someone I treated like a daughter. I was simply
happy for my own daughter's beauty.
The mountain path was winding, with few pedestrians. Following behind my son and daughter-in-law, we set off towards happiness.
The scenery along the way was breathtaking, and my daughter-in-law's healthy and beautiful figure ahead was an even more beautiful embellishment.
I don't know if my son did it on purpose or what, but he actually made me push my daughter-in-law up that rock.
Supporting my daughter-in-law's slender... Warmth spread from her waist to her fingertips.
But simply supporting her waist didn't work; I could only push upwards, but where could I push? I wanted to support her legs, but my daughter-in-law's legs were bare, so I could only support her buttocks—so soft, so elastic.
My hands trembled. I shouldn't have these thoughts, but I couldn't control myself. That fleeting moment felt like an eternity.
I know it's sinful. Seeing her breasts wasn't intentional; I shouldn't have seen them on purpose.
But this time, touching them, even though it wasn't intentional, the feeling in my hands and the thoughts in my mind made me feel guilty. I didn't know what to do
.
Okay, my son and daughter-in-law's happiness gradually dispelled my distracting thoughts and guilt.
We strolled through the mountains, the scenery breathtaking.
But then my son asked me to take a picture with my wife. At first, I didn't want to, and I couldn't just refuse directly—that would disappoint them.
But slowly, my daughter-in-law, like a daughter, took my arm and pressed close to my body. I felt I shouldn't have too many thoughts, so I suppressed my wandering ideas.
I treated it like taking a picture with my own children; even if we were close, even if her soft breasts brought warmth to my arm, I felt natural.
Shouting from the mountaintop was something we often did when we were young, but now… It's unimaginable.
A civilized way of life has led to the decline of such primitive practices. I never expected my daughter-in-law to have such courage, to shout it out like that.
And when I truly lacked the courage to stand up and shout joyfully like them, my daughter-in-law came to me and pulled me up. Although it was the first time I'd truly been held in the hand by my daughter-in-law, I didn't think too much about it; I was infected by her pure joy.
In my heart, she once again became like a happy angel. Joining their shouts, I let that long-lost feeling of relaxation surround me, making me feel much younger. It reminded me of my own youth
.
Looking at my cheerful son and daughter-in-law, I felt happy that my life had developed to this point, despite all the sacrifices I had made.
Young people have so many ways to enjoy life. My son suggested going to a hot spring, which I wasn't entirely against, but it was too late.
When he suggested a foot massage, I was unsure because I didn't know how to get one and was afraid of embarrassing myself. But once we got there, I had to follow my children's lead.
My son chose **** to massage my feet, which surprised me a bit, since there were male masseuses. But what surprised me even more was... Yes, they actually had a male masseur wash my daughter-in-law's feet.
And when **** took off my socks, I wondered if this job was respectable? It used to be considered a lowly profession of serving others, but thinking about it, it's a job, and I shouldn't have such petty thoughts.
When my feet were in the water, it felt so good; the hot water immediately relieved my fatigue.
But what my son said surprised me. He actually told me, "As long as the person you love is comfortable and happy, that's all that matters."
Finding a male masseur or male therapist for Li Li, is that all there is to it? He even said that he felt honored that other men appreciated Li Li.
I can't understand what he means. Si, these words don't seem appropriate for me, as a father, to say. I can't comment, but it feels strange. Should I think he's implying something? The process of washing feet is so complex, from the initial itchiness to the later comfort, and then to the final bliss. I know it's truly a wonderful way to enjoy oneself.
But watching the masseur wash my daughter-in-law's feet, watching his hands, it felt like he was caressing her feet. In our youth, only a man could do these things to a woman; things are so different now. My son is watching him wash his daughter-in-law's feet too. His expression doesn't show any jealousy or anything; it really seems like he's admiring her.
I couldn't fully understand it. But as the masseuse continued massaging upwards, almost reaching my daughter-in-law's thighs, and the female masseuse was massaging my groin, I felt a strange sensation. Am I so old that I still get aroused so easily? I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, but all I could see was the male masseuse caressing my daughter-in-law's feet and legs.
I composed myself, listening to my son and daughter-in-law's increasingly even breathing, as the masseuses quietly left the room. I felt a wave of comfort emanating from my feet; this kind of enjoyment was truly unprecedented.
I envied the younger generation for having so many ways to enjoy life, and I was grateful for my son and daughter-in-law's filial piety, which allowed me this experience. Slowly, I seemed to drift off to sleep, letting my heart calm down.
My children took me home, and I cooked a little meal by myself. Without them by my side, I felt a little uneasy. However, I didn't let myself overthink things. Exhausted from the day, I went to bed early.
I told myself to enjoy what I could, and not let my aging mind be troubled. "
This is the first time my father has written so much in his diary; he practically wrote down everything that happened after yesterday's passion. I showed it to my wife, and she said she had already read it and sent it to the young couple. She also asked what her son meant, and my wife told her that her son was probably hinting that her father could relax and enjoy life, that he could let go and give happily no matter what.
I added, 'Why don't you say anything? Does your son want to give himself to his wife?' My wife sent a bomb emoji.
Remembering something, I texted my wife: 'Lili, Father hasn't had sex in so many years, is there something wrong with his health? Should we take him to get checked out?'
Lili sent a question mark, not understanding what I meant.
I texted again: 'First, check Father's physical condition, to make sure he doesn't have any diseases, lest he infect you; also check Father's sexual ability, so that he can satisfy you, or, if he can't, it might be a blow to Father.'" "
I typed these words, even though they were things I'd thought of long ago and needed to implement. After all, I'd been planning this for so long, and now that everything was possible, these things were on the agenda.
A long time later, Li Li sent me a message: 'I don't care, you figure it out yourself, don't tell me. Do you think this is a premarital checkup?'
Although I said not to tell her, Li Li added 'premarital checkup,' which clearly meant it should be done.
At this point, my typing hands were trembling a little, because this was a near-naked discussion with my wife about my father's sexual physiology, making it impossible not to think about my father's penis and my wife's body.
I continued, 'Also, buy some supplements for Dad, food, tonic wine, etc.'
Li Li: 'You're so annoying, I told you not to discuss it with me. You figure it out yourself.'
I said, 'I need to make sure Dad is great, so he can satisfy you!'
Li Li said: 'Go to hell!' " "Another bomb emoji appeared.
I said, 'Actually, the first time is very important. If Dad isn't prepared and doesn't perform well the first time, he'll be very upset, and our initial intentions will be counterproductive.'
My wife said, 'You handle it. I'm not really capable of buying it or discussing it with you right now!'
I said, 'Okay, I'll arrange it. From now on, our health care will be your responsibility!'
Li Li sent a fist emoji.
From my father's feelings, I could sense that he was beginning to enjoy the little joys of life. This strengthened my resolve to plan for a happier tomorrow for him. Tomorrow will be better,' I thought, looking out the window into the distance."

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