Filial Piety of the Wife (Part 17)

Chapter 17 Solitude (Part Two)
Communication of the soul doesn't need words, only a glance, a gesture, a kiss.
After the deep kiss, I held my wife's face in my hands, looking at her, just looking at her.
The beeping of QQ brought us back; my father had sent another message.
My wife and I read his message together.
My father said, "Can we pause for a moment?"
My wife asked, "What's wrong?"
My father said, "I'm very nervous. I didn't expect to get so agitated! I didn't expect that a moment of relaxation, a single thought, would lead me to think like that."
My wife and I exchanged a glance. "Are you alright? Is your heart okay?"
Although we knew my father was physically fine and had no heart problems, this kind of stimulation still made us uneasy.
The father said, "No, it's just that I feel I shouldn't let my thoughts get confused, and I shouldn't let myself go."
His wife said, "I understand how you feel. Although it's said that human nature is inherently good, these are the most primal desires of all life. Although you've also wanted to change your life and start enjoying it because of life's changes and the children's persuasion, these things can't be changed overnight.
You can accept it slowly, and you should bravely face what's in your heart, neither letting it go unchecked nor suppressing it. Just let it develop."
The father said, "Hmm, that makes a lot of sense. But sometimes there's a big difference between understanding and actually doing it, even if I think what you're saying makes a lot of sense." "The logic is hard to fully accept,"
the wife said. "Yes. This feeling must be wonderful, right?"
The father replied, "Yes, the desires that have been dormant for years are starting to resurface."
The wife asked, "Was it very exciting just now? Did you...?"
The father said, "It was very exciting. What do you mean by 'did you...'?"
The wife said, "Are you pretending to be confused? Tell me the truth, and I'll give you the reward I promised you earlier!"
The father said, "Although I haven't had normal sex for many years, I'm still a normal man. Although I'm an old man, my bodily functions are still normal."
The wife said, "And then? You still haven't answered the question directly."
I could understand why the wife kept pressing him. If the father answered this question directly, it would mean that he was starting to confront his physiological issues. If he continued to dodge the question, then the progress would be too slow.
For the wife, such a direct question would be embarrassing even if asked to her own husband, and asking other men would be an indescribable psychological shock. Asking her father-in-law was an even more taboo shock. This shock made the wife's body tremble.
My father said, "Yes, I feel something down there, and I'm hard."
We both froze, as if time had stopped. My wife and I didn't move, because we didn't know what to do.
A man's physiological reaction, my father's physiological reaction, because of my wife's body. Although my father had mentioned using a toy as a substitute for his body during our earlier conversation, bringing it up again under my wife's persistent questioning made the psychological pressure and stimulation even greater.
I hugged my wife tightly, and we trembled together.
My father also remained silent for a long time. After a few minutes, my father sent another message: "What about my reward?"
My wife turned to look at me, and I asked her what reward she planned to give my father. She said, "Send a photo. "
I said, "Didn't you already send one?" She lowered her head slightly and said, "This time, send one that's a little sexier."
I thought my wife was going to send one that showed her nipples? It turned out she was sending a swimsuit photo.
She had chosen one she bought but hadn't worn swimming in, but had taken a picture of it and kept it for a long time. I remembered that I was the one who encouraged my wife to buy this swimsuit.
It was a pure blue bikini. The top of the swimsuit only covered about a third of my wife's breasts, barely even her areolas. The bottoms barely covered a small portion of her full hips, with a narrow strap tightly concealing her mons pubis.
Because of this swimsuit, I took a few photos of my wife, and then, unable to resist the allure of the sexy outfit, I pounced on her.
I chose a photo taken from the side front, showing her standing by the curtains, her hand on the curtain, looking out, her legs slightly crossed, her breasts very firm. This perfectly showcased my wife's figure, her fair skin in the sunlight, her proud breasts, her smooth abdomen, and the mysterious triangle area hidden by the swimsuit bottoms.
My wife quickly edited her face, but hesitated before sending it.
I whispered in her ear, "Just send it. Your breasts have already been seen; this one doesn't even show your nipples." My wife gave a coquettish pout but still sent it.
My father had been waiting for so long; I wondered if he was getting impatient? After sending it, several minutes passed without a reply from him.
My wife and I looked at each other, wondering what our father was doing. Was he in the bathroom? Was he looking at photos? Thinking about this, what would it be like if my father were looking at Li Li's photos and masturbating? Although her face was covered, and my father didn't know it was his daughter-in-law, his desires were being aroused by her.
I held Li Li's hand and typed, "Old man, what are you doing? Not masturbating down there, are you?"
My father replied, "Hehe, no, I just went to the bathroom. Now I'm admiring your photos. You have a great figure."
My wife replied, "Thank you for the compliment. Compared to your daughter-in-law, who's better?"
My father thought for a long time, "You two look alike, your figures, your hair, and although I can't see your faces clearly, your face shapes are similar. And, you both have very large breasts." My
wife nudged me with her shoulder, probably implying that my father was flirting with her.
But, given how much you've stimulated him, and considering what happened earlier, it's not surprising that he might take the initiative a couple of times.
"Ha, you're quite observant. Were you looking closely at your daughter-in-law's breasts just now?"
Father: "Of course I didn't look closely, but I've seen them several times already."
Yes, Father had seen my wife's breasts more than once. Only then did we realize that Father had seen my wife's breasts so many times.
My wife and I were both very excited.
My wife asked, "Was this reward alright?"
Father said, "Very good. Seeing such a beautiful woman is the best reward. I'm looking forward to the next reward!"
My wife said, "You're quite lecherous! Next time...?"
Father said, "Yes, next time I might see an even more beautiful body."
I never expected my father to be so insightful. This isn't something an elderly person his age, someone who has lived alone for many years, would say.
Actually, thinking about it, my father has always loved reading, so it's natural that he reads a lot. Besides, flirting with women is a basic quality of men.
The wife said, "Old man, is halftime over? Want to continue the second half?"
The father said, "I don't know what to do. I'm really afraid of this kind of stimulation. I thought it was taboo, immoral, but looking at it and thinking about it, I can't help but feel a surge of desire, a feeling of excitement."
The wife said, "Yes, it was really exciting just now. I felt like I could feel your gaze, like I was being watched by you."
The father said, "Thank you for giving me this opportunity to express the shock in my heart in this way, to let me talk about these issues. Although I'm still confused, at least I have someone to talk to."
The wife said, "You're welcome. It's very happy and exciting to talk to you about these things. I really enjoy it."
The father said, "Shall we continue?"
The wife said, "Okay. Dad, is that what your daughter-in-law calls you?"
Looking at the words his wife typed, he didn't expect the shocks of today to come one after another. He didn't expect his wife to be so open. In fact, after so much stimulation, perhaps his wife really had let go. The last layer of paper in her heart was just waiting for the final moment.
The father said, "Yes, she calls me Dad. It really excites me to hear you call me that; my emotions, which had just calmed down, have been stirred up again."
The wife's breathing became turbulent again, but she said firmly, "Then Dad, do you like me? Did you like what I gave you this morning?"
The father said, "Yes, I liked it very much."
The wife said, "Then tell me, how did you like it?"
The father said, "Giving the child water, although it was a short time, allowed me to appreciate such a beautiful sight. When you were about to get up, because you were sitting on the ground, when you bent down to support yourself, your breasts drooped towards the ground, your nipples were so pointed, and those round breasts were truly beautiful." Good things.
And when you turned around, your buttocks were completely facing me, completely facing me again. Those beautiful plump cheeks were so full, so firm. Your black panties couldn't even completely cover your buttocks; I could even see the mounds inside, and those bulges seemed to be shining. Was there a wetness there? My eyes should have been closed, but I didn't. My heart was burning, my eyes were blazing. My palms were sweating, my lower body was getting harder.
I controlled myself, controlled myself from touching, controlled myself from reaching out.
But, thank goodness that time was so short, thank goodness you left so quickly.”
Wife: “I felt the length of time, I felt…” When I came into your gaze and felt the changes in my body, I didn't dare look at you.
I was afraid of your rejection, afraid of your scolding, afraid of you thinking I was a bad woman. But being looked at like that by you, I felt more excitement than anything else—the desire to let you admire me, to arouse your desire.
When I stood up, I knew you would see my breasts and buttocks. I prayed that my underwear would be big enough to cover my entire buttocks, so you wouldn't see them all, but I knew you would. Because my underwear only covered my sensitive areas, what should I do?
But I had to get up. If I didn't support myself, I wouldn't be able to get up because of my trembling. "Come, if I didn't turn my back to you, my face would be so hot, how embarrassing it would be for you to see.
But I seem to have overlooked, overlooked the dampness of my lower body, it wasn't just wet, it was soaking wet.
But I'm still afraid to face you, I don't know how I can expose my body to you like this again, how can I face you when I'm so obviously seducing you, how can I look into your eyes?"
Father: "When I realized that my gaze followed you until you disappeared through my bedroom door, I couldn't believe I was staring straight at you, even though it was your back, I just stared straight at you. I am your father-in-law, I am your father, I've reminded myself countless times, but I..." I kept staring at you like that. Why was that? Desire is such a terrible thing.
It makes one's reason so vulnerable, and that primal desire is beyond the control of the brain, like eyes following your body.
After you went into the bedroom, I thought I heard the sound of water. I don't know if you were taking a shower or doing something else.
When I thought about you taking a shower, a scene appeared in my mind: your body, water sliding down your body.
I twisted myself, took a deep breath, and managed to return to my true self. I don't know if I'm even myself anymore.
Wife: "All I can do is get out of your sight as quickly as possible. My heart is pounding so hard, my body is constantly..." Trembling, fluid was constantly flowing from below, my underwear was soaked.
I wanted to disappear from your sight, but I didn't want to lose this opportunity, because I was using my body to seduce my own father-in-law, to seduce my man's father.
But the feeling of suffocation made me run away.
Father: "When the child's laughter pulled us all back to reality, looking at my little grandson, how could I treat my daughter-in-law like this?
I feel sorry for my grandson, my son, and you.
I regret not controlling my thoughts; I am an old man, yet I have acted disrespectfully.
But, the moment you appeared at the door, all my thoughts vanished ." The clouds dispersed, but my gaze still drifted to your body.
Perhaps it was the wind from the closing door, or perhaps it was the light, but I saw your thighs, and beneath your silk camisole, the only garment you wore. You weren't wearing a bra, but I clearly remembered what you were wearing underneath; I clearly saw it—it was black. But when you came out again, that tantalizing glimpse of black was gone.
I was afraid; I was afraid you weren't wearing anything there. I could only turn away from your body.
As you walked past me to the balcony, I turned my back to you, afraid I wouldn't be able to control my eyes.
But then, the child's toy car ran away... When I chased after the car, I still saw your body. There was lace detailing at the hem of your skirt. You changed your underwear, which meant you really were aroused.
I didn't know whether to be happy or disappointed when I saw you wearing underwear, but I was once again certain of your actions—you were seducing me. And I was certain that you were already aroused.”
Li Li: “I went back to the bedroom. My underwear was soaked and very uncomfortable; I had to change it. I
rinsed myself with cold water. I should have used hot water, but I hoped the cold water would help me clear my head and suppress my desires.
However, although my emotions gradually calmed down, my mind couldn't stop racing.”
I changed into light yellow underwear, hoping it wouldn't be as noticeable under my clothes as before.
Although I still didn't want to go out, I couldn't stay in the bedroom all the time. I walked out of the bedroom and saw you and the child playing. As I turned back to close the door, I noticed you seemed to have just lowered your head; I
wondered if you saw me. I went to the balcony to get something. You were facing away from me, but the child's stroller had run out. I wanted to get it for you, but then I thought about how my breasts would be exposed if I bent over, so I didn't.
But when you bent down to get the stroller, your head seemed to lift up. I know what you can see from that angle—the edge of my underwear. That means you knew I changed my underwear.
Why didn't I think of that when I changed? I should have at least worn black. Ugh, why didn't I think of that? Father: "
If desire begins to ferment, it will occupy the soul for a very short time, very short. The moment I know you've changed your underwear, the moment I know you react to my gaze on your body, I know the floodgates of my desire have been opened.
What I need is to control myself. Right now, I can only tell myself one thing: if I can't control my desires, I must control my body."
Wife: "I don't know what I want right now. I want you to pounce on me right now, I want you to possess me right now. But I'm also afraid, I'm afraid it will really happen. If it really happens, I don't think I'll resist. I want to use my body as a form of ritual..." "This is a gift for you, as a token of filial piety to your father-in-law."
My wife sent this message, sounding much more relaxed. I was puzzled, and she continued, "That's all. Later, they played for a while, and I played on the computer in the bedroom. Then, around noon, the baby needed to sleep, so I took the baby to breastfeed and soothe him to sleep. After that, we cooked together, and then you came back."
My father also sent a similar message, saying that although they had just gone through so much, they tried to maintain the same tone in their conversations. Although everyone seemed to know what was going on, they didn't take that step and tried to avoid anything happening.
My father also said that while my wife was cooking in the kitchen, he was at the doorway, facing the kitchen, and could always see her back. He not only saw her beautiful silhouette but also found her to be very beautiful. If he weren't my wife's father-in-law, my father would really fall for this woman because she was beautiful, kind, hardworking, and good at housework.
And I was certain, when I came back, I saw my father's eyes were fixed on my wife.
All morning, my wife and father's desires were constantly being aroused by each other. My own lust, tormented by anticipation and fueled by the continuous stimulation over the past few hours, also reached its peak.
Meanwhile, a plan formed in my mind—an even more stimulating plan—to reward my father, to repay my wife for her love, to give myself closure after this torment, and to bring a sense of closure to this morning.

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