Filial Piety of the Wife (Part 16)

Chapter 16 Solitude (Part 1)
Saturday mornings are lazy; you can sleep in without getting out of bed. But my wife can't; she has to look after the child. The little one wakes up and looks for his mother.
I lie in bed watching my wife busy herself. There are many sayings about a woman's most beautiful moments, but actually, she's quite beautiful even when she's busy.
I had planned to take the child to my father's, but he said he'd come to my house after visiting Uncle Li, which saved us the trouble of going.
I told my wife that my father was coming. My wife said "Oh."
Then I thought of seduction and said to my wife, "Honey, you're even more charming here. Do you have any ways to seduce Dad today?"
My wife said, "No, don't be so direct, okay? Think about it. I won't do it if you don't tell me."
I said, "No way, women are geniuses in this area. I saw you were quite successful the last few times. You can tell how amazing you are by reading Dad's diary."
My wife said, "You mean I'm good at seducing men?"
As she spoke, she picked up a pillow and walked towards me.
"She's going to hit me!" I quickly said, "No, it's just that my wife is so charming. She can seduce men without using any tricks."
My wife said, "Don't try to deny it. That's exactly what you meant. Humph!"
She then hit me a few times.
I could only beg for mercy.
Just then, my phone rang. I answered and learned that there was a meeting at work, and I needed to go as soon as possible.
My wife looked at me and said, "You're not allowed to go."
I said, "I have something to do, a meeting. I can't help it."
My wife said, "Anyway, you're not allowed to go. If you go, I'll leave the kids with my father and go shopping."
I could only put on a pitiful look and beg my wife, telling her that this kind of opportunity was actually quite rare. When my father came to visit, my wife could dress casually, and their pressure would be less if I wasn't there.
Actually, my wife could understand that too.
As I was leaving, I hugged my wife from behind and whispered in her ear, "Lili, I love you. Do your best, seduce Father. Don't hold back. He's already starting to accept it. If we do it today, it'll be your charm that makes our wishes come true. I'll love you even more."
My wife's face flushed, and she held my hand without saying anything.
I kissed her deeply on the lips and then turned to leave.
I didn't hear the details of the meeting that morning; my mind was preoccupied with the situation at home. Were Father and wife embracing now? Had they kissed? Was my wife's body exposed to Father? Was Father on top of my wife, doing what only I had ever done to her? Was another man's penis already inside my wife's vagina?
I felt restless and anxious, my erect penis rising and falling repeatedly. The images in my fantasies kept changing before my eyes, as if they were actually happening.
I sent my wife many WeChat messages, but she didn't reply.
Was it because they were still living out the images in my mind? I wanted to call them, but I dialed and then hung up, afraid of interrupting their intimacy, even more afraid of hearing my wife's soft moans and whimpers.
Sometimes time just drags on, every second feels endless.
When I rushed home after the meeting, I stood downstairs, unsure whether to go up or not.
I picked up my phone and texted my wife, telling her I was downstairs, but there was still no reply. My palms were sweating as I gripped the phone. I had no choice but to call.
With a trembling voice and a heart full of anxiety, I told my wife I was downstairs and asked if she needed anything. Actually, this pretense was useless. My wife said no, come on up.
I rushed to the door, pressed my ear against it, trying to hear what was inside, but heard nothing. I opened the door and found my wife cooking in the kitchen, while my father sat at the dining table, facing the kitchen, preparing vegetables.
I put down my briefcase, changed my clothes, and found a pair of black lace panties in the basin my wife kept in the master bathroom.
I remembered my wife wearing these panties this morning. Had something happened? On a whim, I picked up the underwear and flipped it over to the area closest to my wife's genitals. There was a damp patch there. Had something happened? Although I had a bad feeling about it, I picked up the underwear and brought it to my nose. I smelled the scent of a woman's genitals, not the smell of semen.
I didn't know whether to be disappointed or happy; it was a complicated feeling.
I prepared to help my father and wife with the chores, but they both said it wasn't necessary. I could only check if the child was sleeping well. Then, I went to the living room.
On the way, I noticed my father's gaze wasn't on the groceries, but on the kitchen.
It was then that I noticed how sexy my wife's outfit was today.
She was wearing a cream-colored spaghetti strap dress, slightly smaller than the purple spaghetti strap dress she wore that day, and this one was even more sheer. I could see the outline of her underwear from this distance, and it wasn't the black one she wore that morning, but a light yellow one. Her buttocks were only partially covered above her thighs; if she bent over, her entire back would be exposed.
Of course, she wasn't wearing a bra, so if my wife turned around, most of her full breasts would be exposed, revealing a deep, alluring cleavage.
And with such sheer fabric, could you even see her areolas and nipples? My father could see all of this, and he'd been watching all morning!
After what felt like an eternity in the living room, it was finally time to eat. To cover my embarrassment, as soon as I sat down and took a bite, my wife sat opposite me, and my father remained to one side.
I spat out my food, almost spitting it into the dishes. With my wife bending over, I could see her breasts, and even when she sat down, I could see the edge of her areolas.
My father, from the side, could see almost her entire breasts. Throughout the entire meal, he would see those beautiful breasts.
My wife and father noticed I'd choked and asked what was wrong. I said I'd choked, nothing. We continued eating—an awkward and quiet meal.
After dinner, my father quickly went to his room. I gave him the laptop, then turned on the desktop computer in the bedroom, right by the bed, and logged into the young couple's QQ account. My father wasn't online yet.
I went out to find my wife, approached her, and asked, "How is it?"
My wife said, "How is what?"
She was playing dumb.
I said, "How was this morning? Did anything happen?" At the same time, I glanced at my father's room. My wife said shyly, "Nothing happened." I stared wide-eyed, unsure if she was telling the truth, my mind a jumbled mess.
My wife finished tidying up and went to see the children. Then she returned to the bedroom and sat down at the computer.
I went to the bathroom and found another pair of underwear in the basin. This time it was light yellow, probably the one she had just worn.
On a whim, I picked it up and smelled it. It smelled the same as before, but this time the genital area was still slightly warm.
My wife had changed her underwear twice that morning; something must have happened.
Thinking of countless possibilities, my body reacted. I went to the bedroom and found that my wife seemed to have been typing.
So I went over, and she switched the screen to the desktop and said to me, "I really want to know what happened this morning?" I nodded vigorously.
My wife lowered her head slightly and said in a trembling voice, "Okay, I'll tell you. Look, but don't cause any trouble."
I was puzzled, but then the QQ icon in the lower right corner of the computer screen flashed—a very familiar avatar.
My wife clicked on it, and I found it was my father's QQ.
My wife opened the chat history, and I realized that they had already started chatting while I was in the bathroom.
But my wife said she wanted to tell me what happened this morning, what does that have to do with QQ?
My wife ignored me and chatted with my father under the name "Young Couple." My father told my wife that he came to my house and then I wasn't home. My wife asked what happened.
My father said that something happened that left him at a loss, and he was very confused.
So the wife said, "Old man, tell me what happened?"
The father said, "I don't know how to explain it."
The wife said, "Just tell me what happened. If you feel it's not interesting to tell me yourself, I'll play a game with you."
The father said, "What game?"
The wife said, "Role-playing. I'll play your daughter-in-law. Since our son isn't home, I think something must have happened between you two. Describe the scene in detail, and also your own thoughts. As your daughter-in-law, I'll tell you my thoughts."
The father said, "That's good. You and my daughter-in-law are about the same age, maybe you can really tell me what she's thinking."
Seeing this, I understood. My wife had managed to keep me tormented all morning without telling me, but instead made me experience it firsthand, as if I were witnessing it. It was even more thrilling than witnessing it, because my wife and father were talking and telling me their feelings. The level of psychological stimulation was almost comparable to watching someone live, making my wife and I breathe deeply, our bodies almost trembling.
I suppressed my trembling, sat behind my wife, hugged her, pressed my lower body against her waist, and whispered in her ear, "Lili, I love you."
My father said, "I came directly from the hospital to my son's house. I didn't have a key, so my daughter-in-law opened the door."
My wife said, "Why don't you say 'daughter-in-law' as 'me'? That way, we can get into character quickly."
I didn't expect my wife to be so good at guiding me.
My father said, "Okay! Open the door after I knock."
The moment I opened it, I was stunned.
You were wearing such a small, strappy mini-dress. The light inside was dim, while the sunlight outside was bright, streaming in so much that the milky-white silk strappy dress barely covered your body.
Most of your breasts were exposed, and the deep cleavage made my eyes glued to you.
I don't know if you were deliberately showing me, or if you were startled by my gaze, but you didn't move, and we remained frozen in that awkward silence.
Then, a gust of wind blew, and your dress moved slightly. Through the thin fabric, I could clearly see your areolas and erect nipples.
I don't know if it was my imagination, or if the dress was just too thin.
For a moment, I forgot I was your father-in-law, I forgot you were my daughter-in-law.
But it was only when you called my name that I snapped out of my daze and quickly went inside.
But then... As you turned around, I saw your breasts again from the side; they were truly enormous. Your breasts filled out the thin fabric of your dress, like two sacred mountain peaks, their tips so clearly defined.
I told myself I couldn't look anymore; I'm your father-in-law, and I treat you like my daughter.
But I still saw your black panties. When I went inside to change into my slippers, I bent down and saw the edge of your buttocks. I didn't look intentionally; it was because after you got me the slippers, I bent down to put them on and saw your panties and your buttocks—black lace panties there.
I felt my heart pounding, my blood rushing to my head and down there. How many years had it been since I'd felt such a thrill!
I didn't dare stand up; I only stood up after you left.
I lowered my head; I couldn't believe I'd looked at you like that. I couldn't believe it. I can't believe I've forgotten my place.
I told myself, I'm your father-in-law, a father-in-law like a father, I can't look at my daughter with strange eyes.”
The wife said, “When you knocked on the door, I hesitated for a long time. When I looked through the peephole and knew it was you, my heart started pounding. My husband wasn't home, and I wore this outfit so you could see my body, admire my beauty, to seduce you.
But when you actually came, I really didn't know what to do.
My hand gripped the doorknob, then lowered it, then picked it up again.
I really hesitated because my husband and I both felt that you already knew about my seduction a few days ago. And today, with this opportunity to be alone, if you really accepted my seduction, it would mean something…
Even though I was the one who actively wanted to do those things, if it really…” It happened, and I was genuinely scared, unable to face it all.
But I couldn't open the door. When I finally gritted my teeth and opened it, I felt an unprecedented heat, I felt your eyes on my face, my neck, my exposed breasts, my deep cleavage, my legs.
I don't know if you saw it, but my body was trembling, and I truly didn't know what to say. So, we stood there, frozen in place.
I knew what you could see, because I had already seen it in the mirror when I put on this dress; my areolas and nipples couldn't be completely covered.
And you were standing in the doorway, my father-in-law was standing in the doorway, staring at my body.
My legs involuntarily tightened.
After you had been looking for who knows how long, I realized what would happen if the neighbors saw me standing in the doorway with you, dressed like this.
So I called out "Dad," and then let you in.
You seemed stunned. I called you a second time before you answered. Then I got you your shoes. When you bent down to put them on, I was afraid you'd see my private parts. Even though I was wearing underwear, I couldn't let you see that.
So I turned around, but you could still see my buttocks. I knew you could see my lace panties.
Reading these two lines of their conversation, I felt as if I were there, experiencing the lewd atmosphere firsthand. The scene seemed to float into my mind.
And each of them typed so much; they wanted to express their feelings, their physical sensations. I knew they were yearning, yearning to speak out, yearning to take the next step.
And I trembled just like my wife. I thrust my hard penis even harder against her body, letting her know how I felt, because that way she knew I had entered their role, that I fully supported her.
The father continued, "I kept scolding myself in my heart, trying to calm myself down. When I saw my grandson, I felt even more guilty.
I suppressed my desires and played with the child. This way, I couldn't think about what had just happened.
My grandson is so adorable. He allowed me to forget my troubles and purify my heart.
But just when everything was about to calm down, you appeared before me again. When that fragrance wafted into my nose again, I knew it was going to happen again.
You were holding a cup to give my grandson water. We were sitting on the playmat on the floor, and you were feeding him water like that. Because we were so close, you raised your arm, pulling your clothes down so they weren't so close to your body. This way, your fair, full breasts were completely exposed to my eyes.
Two large breasts, deep red areolas, erect nipples—I saw them all clearly. I wanted to look away, but in such a small space, if I tilted my head, it would look so unnatural.
So, I tried my best to look at the child drinking water. But my eyes, for some reason, wouldn't listen to me." And then, I shot my semen onto your breasts.
Such large, firm breasts, rising and falling with your breath, so beautiful.
And you were sitting cross-legged, your thighs completely exposed, the edge of your black panties peeking out.
Your legs were so smooth, your skin so delicate.
My breathing quickened; I saw your rising and falling breaths, and sensed your unease.
Based on your previous analysis, I know you're seducing me.
No, the 'you' here refers to you and your husband.
Things are a bit messed up, just like my thoughts at the time, really messed up.”
Wife: “It's okay, go ahead, I can understand.”
Father: “Hmm. I know you really might be seducing me, and what can I do? Although my old friend wants me to enjoy life, my child wants me to enjoy life, you and your husband want me to enjoy life, and I want to enjoy life myself too, but what can I do? Should I put my hands on your body, caress your body, do things that are against ethics and morality? I can't do that.
I treat you like my daughter, I really can't.
I want to…” I tried to calm myself down, but why wouldn't my eyes listen to me? Why was my body reacting? I used a child's toy, placing it between my legs to conceal the abnormal state of my lower body. Years of dormant desire were stirred by your body.
Deep breaths couldn't calm my heart.
Li Li: "I let you into the house, you went to see the child, and I fled back to the bedroom, touching my face, which was burning hot. Thinking about your gaze just now, I knew you were admiring my body.
Although you didn't do anything, I could feel your eyes.
That was my intention. But I'm not a woman who doesn't understand morality and ethics. I know what I'm doing is against human ethics, I know that if I don't handle it well, it will destroy this family, but my husband and I discussed it this way.
Today he left, I don't know if it was intentional, I think this is an opportunity arranged by God. For my husband, for you, I'm willing to continue."
Having calmed down a bit, I didn't know what to do. I fiddled around, fiddling with this and that, not knowing what to do. When it was time for the child to drink water, I took the cup and came to your side. I sat down, trying to appear natural. I reached out to feed the child, but then I suddenly realized something. I looked down and saw my deep V-neckline, revealing both my breasts to you. My body trembled involuntarily. I tried to calm myself, but you could so easily see my heaving chest.
The child seemed to be drinking water particularly slowly today, and I was getting anxious. But what could I do? Even if the child didn't drink, I had to find other ways to show you my body, to let you know I was seducing you, to let you know I was ready, that I had prepared my body, that I had put on light makeup for you, that I had sprayed you a light perfume, that I had washed myself for you, that I was going to reveal everything about myself, that I was ready, ready for you to possess my body.
As I wrote this, my wife's hands and body trembled uncontrollably, and she leaned against me. I knew that typing these words was tantamount to telling my most shameful act of self-sacrifice to my father-in-law, right in front of my husband. The emotional impact was indescribable.
I took my wife's delicate hand, placed it on the enter key, and pressed it firmly, sending the message with her. At the same time, I heard her soft moan, "Husband, I!"
I didn't let her finish. I turned her head slightly and pressed a deep kiss to her lips, using my body and actions to tell her my support, gratitude, and love.

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