Wife's Filial Piety Chapter 21

Chapter Twenty-One: Foot Bath

The beautiful time flew by. After sitting for a while, we prepared to descend the mountain. Packing our luggage and heading 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 simply not as good these days.

My wife walked in the middle, smiling. I didn't argue; it seemed that young people's stamina was indeed inferior to that of the elderly
.

Following behind my wife, I suddenly recalled the scene from the morning. My father had been following her like this, his eyes inevitably
drawn to 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
time to make any arrangements.

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, reminiscing about past trivialities. As we approached the city, we saw a hot spring resort.
I suddenly thought of going to soak in the hot springs; if I went, there would be many opportunities.

However, after discussing it with my father and wife, they both disagreed. Everyone 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 we couldn't go to the hot springs, I figured a foot
bath would be fine.

I told them they were tired from hiking, so they should go for a foot bath, a soak and massage to relieve fatigue and prevent leg pain tomorrow. They didn't object at the time. 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 pointless; 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 for the first time, and
he was also 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 bath 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 her,
since it wasn't the first time, but today, for some reason, she 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, saying, "Soaking your 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 go, 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 super short hot pants today.

I continued, "Actually, women's openness and men's openness are directly proportional now. Men these days
don't care if women dress revealingly; it's a way of showing off beauty. In fact, they'd rather their women dress sexy, 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 I love is comfortable and happy, none of that matters
. My happiness comes from the happiness of the person in my heart."

Li Li definitely understood what I meant; I was actually saying this to 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 direct would be blatant.

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, our 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 were frequently drawn to her
.

Sensing the awkward atmosphere, the masseuse tried to lighten the mood by chatting with us separately
. She talked about the benefits of foot massages, the acupoints on the soles of the feet, and asked if we were friends or something
. When they learned that we were fathers with my father, they praised us for our filial piety. My father's smile was
one of pure happiness. I said that we, being young, know how to enjoy life, while my father has only ever known hard work and
perseverance. We should let him enjoy life more.

As the masseuse slowly began her massage, the masseuse for my father and me massaged up to our upper thighs, while the masseuse for my wife
seemed a little embarrassed, only massaging up to a little above her knees, since her thighs were bare below.
Watching the hands roaming over my wife's legs, I wondered if my father ever imagined those hands were his own.

The gentle massage, the comfortable flow of blood, the quiet sounds—slowly closing my eyes, this moment was
a true enjoyment in life. After a long day, rewarding my body, forgetting about life, forgetting
the tasks I had to complete, just quietly savoring the moment. I almost drifted off to sleep; my father and wife's breathing became much more even
, as if they were asleep. The masseuse quietly left the room, and the three of us remained silent, enjoying this 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 invited my father to stay at my house, but he said it wasn't necessary; he had to visit Uncle Li tomorrow, so he got off the bus on his way.
My wife and I also missed the child. Although we sometimes didn't see him during the work week, it was the weekend, and
not spending time with him made us feel guilty. After putting my father down, he said he would go home and cook, so we rushed
to my in-laws' house, hugging and cuddling the child for a long time. My parents-in-law had prepared dinner, and we planned to eat
and drink as usual. Life is relatively peaceful, so the family is quite harmonious. We live in the same neighborhood, and I even
had a few drinks with my father-in-law. When we got home, the child washed up and soon fell asleep in his mother's arms.

Today, I was very tired from hiking, so I didn't go online. I noticed my father's diary hadn't been updated, and he wasn't online on QQ either;
he seemed 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 uneventful—a normal morning. I went to work, took care of some things, and only then did I go online and 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, so I didn't intend to bother them. But since I'm enjoying life, accepting their filial piety
is also a kind of change.

My thoughtful daughter-in-law, after what happened the day before yesterday, makes me 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, and 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, so I'll treat it as a way to relax and distract myself.

Watching my daughter-in-law elegantly reclining on the sofa, seeing her youthful and beautiful figure, I thought of beauty.
There were truly no impure thoughts here; I forgot the impure thoughts I had when I saw her breasts.

I feel that appreciating her beauty is not a problem, after all, she is my daughter-in-law, someone I treat
like a daughter. Just think of it as being happy for my own daughter's beauty.

The mountain road is winding, with few pedestrians; following behind my son and daughter-in-law, we set off towards happiness.

The beautiful scenery along the way ..." The scene was breathtakingly beautiful, and the healthy, radiant figure of my daughter-in-law in front of me 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.

Holding her slender waist, warmth spread to my fingertips. But just holding her waist didn't get
me pushing. But where could I push her? I wanted to hold her legs, but they were bare, so I could only hold her
buttocks—they were so soft. My hands were trembling. I shouldn't have any wild thoughts, but I couldn't control myself. That
one moment felt like an eternity.

I knew this… It was sinful. I didn't mean to look at her breasts; I probably didn't see them on purpose.

But this time, touching them, even though it wasn't intentional, the feeling in my hand and
the thoughts in my mind made me feel guilty.

I didn't know what to do.

Fortunately, my son and daughter-in-law's happiness gradually dispelled my distracting thoughts and guilt. We strolled through the mountains, the scenery
picturesque .

But then, my son actually asked me and my daughter-in-law to take a picture together. At first, I didn't want to, and I couldn't refuse too directly
, as that would disappoint them. But slowly, my daughter-in-law seemed to... She held my arm like a daughter,
pressing close to my body. I felt I shouldn't have too many thoughts, suppressing my wandering ideas. I treated it like
taking a picture with my own children; no matter how close we were, even the soft warmth of her breasts against my arm
felt natural.

Shouting from the mountaintop was common in our youth, but unimaginable now. Civilized lifestyles
have led to the decline of these primitive ways. I never expected my daughter-in-law to have such courage, to
shout 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 held hands with 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
an image of a joyful angel.

Joining their shouts, I let that long-lost feeling of relaxation surround me, making me feel
much younger.

I thought of all the happy times I had in my youth, and looking at my cheerful son and daughter-in-law, I felt a sense of life returning to me.
Life has progressed to this point, and I'm happy, despite the many sacrifices I've made. It's worth it
.

Young people have so many ways to enjoy life. My child suggested going to a hot spring, and while I wasn't entirely against
it, it was too late.

When we talked about getting a foot massage, I was unsure because I didn't know how to do it and
was afraid of embarrassing myself.

But once we got there, I followed my children's advice.

I was a little surprised that my son chose a male masseur to wash my feet, since there were male masseurs. But what
surprised actually had a male masseur wash my feet!

When the masseur took off my socks, I wondered if this was a respectable profession. In the past, this was considered
a lowly job of serving others. But then I thought, it's a profession, 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 then my son
said something that surprised me. He told me, "As long as the people you love are comfortable and happy, finding a male
masseur or masseur for Li Li is nothing." He also said that he felt honored that other men admired Li Li.
I don't understand what he meant. These words don't seem appropriate for me to say to his father. I can't comment,
but it just feels strange. Should I think he's implying something about me?

The process of washing feet was surprisingly complex. From the initial itchiness to the subsequent comfort, and then to the ultimate relaxation,
I knew it was truly a form of enjoyment.

But watching the masseur wash my daughter-in-law's feet, seeing his hands caressing her feet—
in our youth, only a man could do these things to a woman—it's so
different now. My son was watching too, watching him wash his daughter-in-law's feet. His expression wasn't one of surprise or anything; it was genuine
appreciation.

I couldn't fully understand, but as the masseur continued his massage upwards, almost reaching my daughter-in-law's thighs, while the
female masseur was massaging my own groin, I felt a strange sensation. Am I still
so easily aroused at my age?

I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, but all I could see was the male masseur caressing my daughter-in-law's feet and legs.

Adjusting myself, listening to my daughter-in-law and son's increasingly even breathing, the masseuses slowly left the room. I felt
the full-body comfort emanating from my feet—a pleasure I had never experienced before. I envy the younger generation for having so many
ways to enjoy life, and I'm grateful for my son and daughter-in-law's filial piety, which has allowed me to experience this. I

slowly drifted off to sleep, letting my heart find peace.

My child dropped me off at home, and I cooked a little meal for myself. Without my child by my side, I felt a little out of place.

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 to let my old heart 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 even sent it to the young couple on QQ. She also asked him
what his son meant. My wife told him that his son was probably hinting that his father could relax and enjoy life, that no
matter what, his son could let go and give happily.

I added, 'Why don't you say anything? It's like your son is giving 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 greeting, not understanding what I meant.

I said, 'First, we need to check Father's physical condition, to make sure he doesn't have any diseases that he might infect you with;
we also need check his sexual ability, so that you can't satisfy him or that it might be a blow to his confidence!' I typed
these words, even though they were things I had thought of long ago and needed to implement. After all, I had planned this for so long, and now that
everything was possible, these things were on the agenda."

Much later, Li Li sent a message: "I don't care, you figure it out yourself, don't tell me. Do you think
this is a premarital checkup?!" Although she said not to tell her, Li Li added "premarital checkup," which clearly meant that
a checkup was necessary.

At this moment, his typing hands trembled slightly, because he was discussing his father's sexual physiology with his wife in an almost naked manner
, making it impossible not to think about his father's penis and his wife's body.

I continued, "Also, let's buy some supplements for Dad, food, tonic wine, etc."

Lili said, "You're so annoying! I told you not to discuss this with me. You figure it out yourself."

I said, "We need to make sure Dad is great so you can be satisfied!"

Lili said, "Go to hell!"

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 hurt, and our initial intentions will be counterproductive."

My wife said, "You figure it out. I'm not really capable of buying things or discussing it with you right now!"

I said, "Okay then, I'll arrange it. From now on, our health care will be your responsibility!"

Lili sent a fist emoji.

From my father's feelings, I could see he was beginning to enjoy the little joys of life. This strengthened my resolve
to plan for a happier tomorrow for my father.

Tomorrow will be better, I thought, looking out the window into the distance.

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