Filial Piety of the Wife (Part 18)

Chapter 18: The Performance
I held my wife tightly, pressing my entire body against hers, then pressed my genitals against her waist. Breathing softly in her ear, I whispered, "I'm going to fuck you now. You continue talking to Dad. This time, you tell him about our lovemaking."
My wife trembled slightly, remaining silent, only rubbing her body against mine. I whispered and stroked her body, "Send Dad a message, tell him I saw your chat, what you're doing."
My wife said, "No."
I followed her hand, stroking the back of her hand, placing it on the keyboard. I didn't let her click anything, but she started typing, albeit very slowly.
Li Li: "My husband just came back and saw our chat. He's very excited. He's behind me now, touching me through my clothes. Do you want to know what happened?" Then a blushing emoji appeared.
Of course, the father knew what Li Li was talking about. He too was experiencing intense desire, receiving only endless lust and repressed sexual urges from his daughter-in-law. Although he had just expressed his thoughts, his desire remained unfulfilled, a feeling of repression.
He sent a message: "Then let me appreciate your love!"
My wife and I were both surprised; my father had managed to maintain the reserve of an elder, and even used the word "love." If it were us, we would have definitely said "making love," or even "sexual intercourse."
My wife began to describe our physical actions in words: "My husband put his hand on my shoulder, down my neck, and touched my breast through my clothes. He didn't slowly climb up, but directly grabbed my breast."
I interrupted my wife, urging her to use you, to continue their role-playing game, but she refused.
I squeezed her breasts a few times, and she continued.
"Do you want me to use you? Do you want me to treat my husband like you?"
After sending this, my wife's trembling intensified.
My father replied without hesitation: "Of course I do. I really wish I were behind you."
Seeing this, we knew that my father's desire had been completely ignited. If my wife went to my father's room now, would our long-planned affair happen? We don't have time to think about these things now; we continue our sexual encounter.
"You just grabbed my breasts so hard, making them ache and yearn. I so wanted you to keep kneading them, because they needed it so much, it felt so beautiful to be held.
I really wanted to beg you to keep kneading them harder, but you got impatient and moved away from my breasts, instead stroking my lower abdomen. I hoped you wouldn't touch my genitals too quickly; I needed more caresses.
Your hand left my abdomen, returned to my shoulder, pulled on my tank top strap, and slowly pulled it down. Your lips followed the strap until it slid down.
My upper body was now exposed to you, my back, my breasts were seen by you, seen by you again."
My father sent a message: "Your shoulders are so beautiful, your back is so beautiful, so smooth."
From these words, you can see my father's nervousness and his inexperience with text-based sex.
Let him appreciate and imagine.
The wife said, "You stripped naked, sat behind me, pressed your body close to mine, very close, very tight. Your arms encircled my body, you turned my head back, and then kissed my lips, forcefully thrusting your tongue inside. I like it when you possess me so domineeringly, because my desire is overflowing, and I need your powerful possession.
But I can't type anymore. I beg you, let go of my mouth, let me look at the keyboard, let me continue typing. Your hands then grasped my breasts, kneading them vigorously, then your fingers pinched my nipples, slowly rubbing them. My body is out of my control; I have no strength left, but I persist to type."
The father didn't reply, perhaps because he didn't know how to respond, or perhaps because he was fantasizing about the scene described in the text.
Wife: "Your hand finally moved down my lower abdomen again. This time, it didn't linger on my stomach, but instead touched my genitals directly through my silk panties. You touched me and I was already very wet. You even used a finger to dip in the liquid and tried to put it in my mouth. You're so disgusting!
I kept my mouth tightly shut and dodged away. Luckily, you didn't insist. Otherwise, I really wouldn't know what to do.
Ah...
you were pressing my clitoris. It's so sensitive there. I can't type anymore. My voice, although I said no, I know you thought it was a moan. I don't really know what it was. I tried to stick my butt out as far as I could, hoping you wouldn't touch my clitoris so easily, but your hard... "Jing told me that any attempt to dodge was futile.
You kneaded me for a while, until my voice grew louder and louder, to the point where I couldn't even type anymore. You finally let go of me, letting me stand up. You pulled down the edge of my underwear. You wanted to expose me completely to you. I was afraid of being naked in front of you. I knew who was behind me, but I mistook him for you. I was afraid you were really standing behind me, afraid a strange man would just look at my naked body, caressing and playing with me. But you didn't give me any more chance to linger. You had already pulled my pink underwear off my body, and I was left completely exposed, letting your gaze caress every inch of my skin."
Father sent a string of ellipses.
We could imagine his bewilderment and arousal. A pair of strangers were expressing their sex life through text—this was an opportunity most people wouldn't even dream of, and for an old man, to encounter such explicit sexual information for the first time—how could he possibly react?
Wife: "You didn't let me rest, but made me lie face down on the table so my hands could still type. You made me bend over like this, did you really want to penetrate me like this? I really need you to penetrate me now, but I also want you to caress me more. You still didn't disappoint me, you used your tongue to start from my neck and kiss down my back all the way to my buttocks.
Just when I felt a tingling sensation, you actually... you actually kissed the middle of my buttocks, you almost kissed my anus! Even though I just washed twice, you can't kiss there, you really can't. I quickly blocked you, I looked at you with pleading eyes, and you let me go. But when I lay down, you still kissed my genitals. Although it wasn't my anus, you kissed my labia directly. Ah... I lay on the keyboard, I can't type anymore."
Father still didn't react. We knew he was waiting for our move because I had actually licked my wife's genitals at that point, and she could only lie face down on the keyboard while a bunch of random characters were sent.
Only after my licking made her ejaculate for the first time did she have a chance to type again.
This time, from being licked to her ejaculating, it took less than a minute. Because of seducing her father that morning, because of reenacting their erotic encounter for me, because now she was doing it with her husband and had to tell her father-in-law… each of these stimuli was dizzying, yet they kept coming at her, causing her to quickly reach orgasm, letting me know the torment she was experiencing sexually.
After she recovered, I let her continue typing, since I wanted to continue this game.
She started typing: "Just now, you licked my genitals, and my body reacted very quickly because of what happened this morning, because of our game, because I mistook it for you licking my genitals. So, when I felt waves of tingling stimulation in my genitals, and your tongue was licking my labia and clitoris, you know where my erogenous zones are. I couldn't take it anymore. I can only lie down now, and in a very short time, I can only utter garbled words like the gibberish I just heard. But my body reached a peak because my genitals were flowing out, I think it was my love juice gushing out, and I orgasmed so easily."
Her father replied: "I felt your stimulation. Looking at your description, I imagined myself doing those things behind you, and my penis is so hard it hurts." This was the first time her father had used the word "penis." In their previous chats, they had always used "genitals" or metaphors, but this time, under immense stimulation, her father finally said "penis."
Wife: "You let me type, and then you started moving again. You stood behind me, your hand stroking my buttocks. I knew what you wanted to do. I adjusted my position, anticipating your entry again.
But you didn't. You held my buttocks with one hand and your penis with the other, but you didn't penetrate me; you just rubbed against my vaginal opening.
My desire was uncontrollable. I tried to lean back, wanting you to enter, but you just wouldn't. I moved forward, you moved forward; I moved backward, you moved backward.
I could only say: 'Husband, please penetrate me.'
Were you really waiting for me to be so humiliated before you could penetrate me? You squeezed my buttocks and finally thrust into my body again." I
let out an "oh," a feeling of immense fullness emanating from within my body.
I longed for your thrusts, for your penetration, for your possession.
But you still didn't understand. Did you want me to beg you again? I didn't care anymore. I said it out loud: "I beg you to move! I beg you to fuck me hard!"
Only then did you begin to thrust rapidly.
At that moment, the only sounds were the impact of our bodies and my moans.
Watching my wife endure my stimulation and thrusting while struggling to type, I felt no pity. My eyes were burning, my penis was harder than ever before, and my thrusting speed didn't stop for a moment. Looking at my wife's plump buttocks, our lower bodies continued to make impact sounds.
I thought of something. I picked up my phone from the bedside. Although the thrusting speed slowed down, my wife didn't notice. I logged into this couple's QQ account and started recording. First, I recorded a slapping sound at our point of contact, thrusting even harder as I recorded.
Then, behind my wife's head, I recorded her moans.
When my wife realized something was wrong, she looked up at the screen and saw a voice message in the chat box. When she clicked on it, she was stunned.
She heard the sounds of penetration and her own moans.
I thrust even harder, and she reached another climax.
My father, however, sent a question mark.
My wife came to her senses; my penis was still inside her. I made her catch her breath again.
She didn't turn to look at me, but instead pinched my thigh hard. I almost went limp from the pinch, and as I pulled away, my penis slipped out of her vagina.
Wife: "He secretly recorded it just now. I didn't notice when he sent it. When I opened it and found out it was secretly sent, I had another orgasm. I've never felt so stimulated before."
Father: "I really felt it, it was so stimulating, the first time in my life I've felt so stimulated. I even put my hand down there just now."
Wife: "You were talking about the penis just now? Why are you talking about down there now? Aren't you embarrassed? My body was practically exposed to you, you heard my voice, you heard the sounds of us making love just now."
Father: "Yes, my penis was really hard, I started stroking it just now. I haven't masturbated in decades."
Wife: "Ah, husband, you're starting again. No, you're starting again, I've already orgasmed twice, I'm about to collapse, and you still won't let me go, I still have to type. I can't type anymore. But, I want you to know how you violated me." Originally,
the wife used the word "play with," but she still had some rationality, after all, she had orgasmed twice and her desire had subsided a bit, so she used "violate."
The father said, "You've had two orgasms, but I haven't. I haven't ejaculated yet. I want to continue penetrating your body."
This was the first time the father had expressed himself so directly, using the word "penetration." From penis to penetration, it was a qualitative leap. It seemed that the father's desire had been aroused beyond measure.
Wife: "You sat on the chair, you held my waist, and made me sit down. But the chair was a bit high, so you pulled the computer desk back, and then made me squat on the bed. You sat on the bed, holding my buttocks, holding your penis, and made me sit down. This position is so shameful, like being tortured. Is this a tiger bench?"
Father: "Yes, I'm going to torture you. You haven't satisfied me yet, I want you to give me an orgasm."
Wife: "I was typing while moving my hips up and down, it was so hard. With your penis going in and out, with the fullness and emptiness of my vagina. I like the feeling of being on top, I can control the speed. Ah, ah! You actually spanked my buttocks, you're so bad, the slapping sound, why did you hit me, it's so humiliating, I've already been violated by you like this, and you still hit me. It feels so shameful."
Father: "I like slapping your buttocks, that..." "Your skin is smooth. If I press too hard, red handprints will appear on your buttocks, which excites me."
The wife continued, "You're holding my hips, increasing the speed of my thrusts. I'm having trouble typing; I've typed these words several times. Do you want to ejaculate inside me? One hand keeps track of my thrusting frequency, while the other reaches in front of me, squeezing my breasts. I'm about to orgasm again. But then you stop. You whisper in my ear, telling me to hold my phone, to record a voice message, to lie down, and to make the final push."
The wife added, "Dad, do you want me lying on the bed while you thrust into me hard? Well, I'm waiting for you. Are you ready to hear the sound of you penetrating me? Are you ready to hear my moans as you penetrate me?"
I hadn't expected my wife to react this way, nor had I expected her to say such things. This line was incredibly effective, both aligning with the role-playing from the morning and making the father imagine the wife of this strange young couple as his daughter-in-law. This method was brilliant.
I laid my wife down, spread her legs, and made her place the phone underneath. I thrust in and out hard dozens of times, then watched as my wife began to moan, and sent a voice message.
Then, my wife put the phone to her mouth, and I increased the speed of my thrusting. Her moans turned into loud screams. Although my father was in another bedroom, both doors were closed, and he was listening to the computer with headphones, so he shouldn't have heard us.
To avoid being heard by my father, my wife only made soft moans and heavy breathing.
As I thrust in for the last few dozen times, my wife's vagina gushed out again, and we both reached orgasm with a soft "ah."
My wife released the record button, and another voice message reached my father.
I lay on top of my wife, and we both breathed heavily.
There were no other sounds, no other words. The stimulation we had just experienced was unprecedented, no matter what we had tried before.
It wasn't just about describing our lovemaking to our fathers in writing; the son showing his father about sex with his wife, and Li Li showing her father-in-law about sex with her husband—the psychological stimulation of this couldn't be expressed in words.
And in the middle of all this, our desires underwent a transformation: sending voice messages.
Voice messages are risky, yet also stimulating. If we hadn't controlled ourselves properly, I think we really would have turned on the camera, and the consequences would certainly have been discovery.
I didn't need to describe the final act of lovemaking to my father in detail, because he could imagine it; after all, he's been there. The stimulating sounds of slapping and panting were enough to excite him.
And what would happen if he knew that the lovemaking he just witnessed was between his son and daughter-in-law? After my wife and I calmed down, I asked her to ask my father a few questions, and she didn't hesitate much.
"Old man, was it good just now?"
Father: "Unprecedentedly good, very stimulating."
Wife: "Then, did you...please yourself, and...?"
After the climax, he was sober, so his wife couldn't directly ask if he had masturbated or ejaculated, but she believed her father would understand.
Father: "Yes, I don't mean I couldn't hold back. It's been decades, and I did it again, and I reached that, an orgasm, which is ejaculation." Father seems to have gotten used to our blatant honesty and has started to speak his mind.
Wife: "Then, when I called you Dad just now, did you treat me like your daughter-in-law?"
Father: "Can I not answer that? I feel guilty." The meaning of this sentence is very clear: he did.
Wife: "You had a great day, didn't you? Your daughter-in-law's beautiful body on display, our lovemaking performance, and you even had your own orgasm!"
Father: "Yes, it was wonderful. You've broadened my horizons and given me pleasures I haven't experienced in decades. Thank you."
Wife: "You're welcome. We were very excited too. I had three orgasms just now. We haven't reached that level in a long time." Before the father could reply, the wife mischievously added, "Aren't you still at your child's house? If you run into your son and daughter-in-law later, will you be shy?"
The father sent an ellipsis.
Wasn't that a blatant question? The wife was so mischievous, always bringing up the most sensitive topics.
I pinched my wife's breast and asked, "Will you blush if you run into your father later?" My wife countered, "Will you blush?" A morning alone together, yet such a stimulating scene, such significant progress—I dared not imagine how things would unfold, but I had an infinite longing for how they would continue.

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