Wife's Filial Piety Chapter 18

To satisfy everyone in the group, I'll continue with
Chapter 18 of "Filial Piety to My Wife."

I hugged my wife tightly, pressed my entire body against hers, and pressed my genitals against her waist. I breathed softly in her
ear and whispered, "I'm going to fuck you now. You keep talking to Dad. This time, you
tell him about our lovemaking."

My wife trembled slightly, then didn't speak, only rubbing her body against mine. I whispered
and stroked her body, "Send Dad a message, tell him I saw your chat and what you were doing."

My wife said, "No."

I followed my wife's hand, stroking the back of her hand and placing it on the keyboard. I didn't let her click anything,
but she started typing, though 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?" along with a blushing emoji.

Of course, the father knew. What did Li Li mean by "what happened"? He was also experiencing intense desire,
receiving endless lust and repression from his daughter-in-law. Although he had just expressed his thoughts, he still hadn't released them,
which only intensified the repression. He sent a message: "Then let me appreciate your love!"

My wife and I were both surprised. Our father had managed to maintain the reserve of an elder, and he even used
the word "love." If it were us, we would have definitely said "making love," or even "sex."

My wife began to describe our physical actions in words:

"My husband put his hand on my shoulder, followed 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 and
continue their role-playing game, but she refused. I squeezed her breasts a few times before 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 body trembled even more intensely.

Without a moment's hesitation, Father replied, "Of course I want to. I really wish I were behind you."

Seeing this, we knew his lust was completely ignited. If
our wife went to Father's room now, would our long-planned affair unfold? We didn't have time to think about
that now; we continued our sexual activity.

"You just grabbed my breasts so hard, making them ache and yearn. I so
wanted you to keep kneading them, because they craved that feeling of being held. I really wanted to beg you to
keep kneading them harder, but you got impatient and moved away from my breasts to stroke my
lower abdomen. I hoped you wouldn't touch my genitals so quickly; I needed more caresses. Your
hand left my abdomen and returned to my shoulder, pulling down my tank top strap. 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." These words revealed
his nervousness and his inexperience with text-based sex with women. Let him admire and imagine.

The wife wrote, "You stripped naked, sat behind me, pressed your body close to mine
, very close, your arms around me, you turned my head back, and then kissed my lips, forcefully
thrusting your tongue inside. I love how possessive you are, because my desire is overflowing,
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 was out of my control, I had no strength left,
but I persisted 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
went straight to my genitals through my silk panties. You touched me and I was already very wet there. You
even used a finger to dip some of 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 actually pressing my
clitoris, which is very sensitive. My hands 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 hard,
not wanting you to touch my clitoris so easily, but your hard... My penis told me that any attempt to dodge
was futile. You kneaded for a while, and when 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, making me
feel naked in front of you. I was afraid, afraid that you were really
standing behind me, afraid that a strange man would just watch my body fall, caressing and playing with it.
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. "

My father sent a string of ellipses. We can imagine his helplessness and excitement. A pair of strangers
were describing their sex life through text. This kind of opportunity is unimaginable for most people,
and for an old man, to encounter this for the first time, with such information, how could he 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 right now,
but I also want you to caress me more. You still didn't disappoint me, you used your tongue
to start kissing down my neck, down my back, all the way to my buttocks, my two halves of my buttocks. Just
when I felt a tingling sensation, you... you actually kissed the middle of my buttocks, just a little bit away from kissing my..."
"Your asshole. I just washed it, I washed it twice, but you can't kiss there. You really can't!"
I quickly blocked you, looking at you with pleading eyes, and you finally let me go. But when I lay down
, you still tried to kiss my genitals. Although it wasn't my asshole, you kissed my labia directly. Ah. I
lay on the keyboard, I couldn't type.

There was still no response from my father. We knew he was waiting for our actions because I had really licked
my wife's genitals. My wife could only lie on the keyboard, and then countless random characters were sent. Only

after my wife spurted her first cum from my licking did she have a chance to type. This time, from being
licked to spurting her cum, it only took less than a minute. Because of seducing my father that morning, because of recounting
their events to me, because now she and her husband were doing it, and she had to tell her father-in-law about it,
each of these stimuli was dizzying, and all of these stimuli came at once. Her rapid orgasm made me realize
the torment in her heart.

After she recovered, I let her continue typing, since I wanted to continue the 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 him for you while you were licking my genitals. So, when I felt
waves , your tongue was licking my labia and my clitoris. You know
where my erogenous zones are, I couldn't take it anymore. Now I can only lie down, and in a very short time, I can only utter
mumbled nonsense like the gibberish I just did.

But my body reached a climax because I leaked, or rather, I gushed out..." "My love
juice made me climax so easily." "

My father sent a message: 'I can feel your stimulation. Looking at your description, I imagine myself
doing those things behind you. My penis is so hard it's painful.'" This was the first time my father used the word "penis." Before,
they always used "lower abdomen" or metaphors, but this time, under immense stimulation, he finally
said penis.

" Wife, "You let me type, and then you started moving again. You stood behind me, your hand stroking
my buttocks. I know what you want to do. I adjusted my position, waiting..." Your entry. But you didn't
. You held my buttocks with one hand and your penis with the other, but you didn't penetrate me. Instead, you
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 back, you moved back. 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. I let out an "oh" sound, an incredibly full feeling... The feeling came from within my
body. I longed for your thrusts, I longed for your penetration. But you still didn't understand, did
you want me to beg you again? I didn't care anymore, I said it, I beg you to move, I beg you to thrust into me hard.
Only then did you begin to thrust rapidly. At that moment, there were only the sounds of our bodies colliding 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 at all, watching my
wife talk about the impact sounds. I thought of something, I picked up the phone beside the bed, although the thrusting speed slowed down, but
my wife didn't notice. I logged into the couple's QQ account on the phone, and then started recording. First,
I recorded a slapping sound at our point of contact, and while recording, I thrust even harder. Then, behind my wife's head, I recorded
her moans. When my wife realized my actions were wrong, she looked up at the screen and saw
a voice message in the chat box. When she opened 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, and as I pulled away
, my penis slipped out of her vagina.

My wife said, "He secretly recorded it. I didn't notice him sending it. When I opened it and found out he
sent it secretly, I had another climax. I've never felt so stimulated before." My father said, "I really felt it,
it was so stimulating. This is the first time in my life I've felt so stimulated. My hands were down there."
"

Wife: You were talking about the penis just now? Why are you talking about the genitals now? Aren't you embarrassed? My
body was practically exposed to you. You heard my voice, the sounds of us making love."

Father: "Yes, my penis was really hard. I just started stroking it. It
's been decades since I've done that."

Wife: "Ah, husband, you're at it again. No, you're at it again. I've already orgasmed twice, I'm exhausted
, 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've 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 "violent."

Father: "You've orgasmed twice, 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 "penetrate." From "penis" to "penetrate," it
was a qualitative leap. It seemed that the father's desire had been aroused to an extreme.

Wife: "You sat on the chair, holding my waist, and helped me sit down, but the chair was a bit high,
so you pulled the computer desk back and made me squat on the bed. You sat on the bed, holding my buttocks and your
penis, and then 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 need to have an orgasm."

Wife: "I'm typing while moving my hips up and down, it's so tiring. With the in and out of your penis
, 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 butt! You're so mean! The sound of the slaps! Why did you hit me? It's so humiliating! I've already
been violated by you like this, and you still hit me. I feel so ashamed. "

Father," I said, "I like slapping your butt. The skin there is so smooth. If I hit it a little harder, red handprints
will , which excites me."

My wife continued, "You're holding my buttocks, 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 of your hands is keeping track of my thrusting frequency, while
the other hand reaches in front of me, squeezing my breasts. I'm probably going to orgasm again. But then you stop.
You whisper in my ear, telling me to take my phone, to record a voice message, and to lie down for the final thrust."

My wife added, "Dad, do you want me to lie on the bed while you thrust into me hard? Well then, 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 didn't expect my wife to react like this. I hadn't expected my wife to say something like that. The effect
was perfect; it aligned with the role-playing from the morning and made my father imagine this strange young couple's wife as his own
daughter-in-law. The method was brilliant.

I laid my wife down, spread her legs, and had her place the phone underneath her. I thrust in and out
dozens of times, then watched as my wife released her grip 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 shouts. Although my father was in another bedroom,
both doors were closed, and he was listening to the computer with headphones; he shouldn't have heard us
. To avoid being recognized, my wife only made soft moans and heavy breathing. As I
thrust in and out a few dozen times, my wife's vagina gushed again, and we both reached orgasm with a cry
. My wife released the record button, and another voice message reached my father.

I lay on top of my wife, both of us breathing heavily. There were no other sounds, no other words.
The stimulation we had just experienced was unprecedented, unlike anything we had tried before. It wasn't just about describing our
lovemaking to my father in writing; it was about a son showing his father his sex with his wife, and Li Li showing her father-in-law her
sex with her husband. This kind of psychological stimulation couldn't be expressed in words. And then, our passion culminated in
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 consequence
would definitely 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'd been there before
. The stimulating sounds of slapping and panting were enough to excite him. And
what would happen if he knew that the lovemaking he had just experienced was between his son and daughter-in-law?

After my wife and I recovered, 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... do you ... Wife: "You must have had a great day, with 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 unprecedented pleasure. Thank you." Wife: "You're welcome. We were very excited too. I came three times just now. It's been a long time since we've done this." 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 then asked her if she would blush if she ran into her father later. My wife retorted, "Are you blushing?" A morning alone together, yet such a stimulating scene, yet such significant progress. I couldn't imagine how things would develop, but I had endless anticipation for how they would unfold.

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