Filial Piety of the Wife (Part 11)

Chapter 11 The Heat Rises
I woke up to find my wife getting up. We usually sleep naked, and she was pulling her clothes over her head, about to pull them down. I pounced on her, preventing her from pulling the clothes down, letting them cover her face, and then pushed her back onto the bed. My wife said coquettishly, "What are you doing so early in the morning? The child will wake up soon, and I have to go to work."
I ignored her, then silenced her with a kiss, kneading her breasts.
Her breathing quickened quickly. She didn't bother to pull the clothes down anymore, letting them cover her face.
Without much foreplay, I parted my wife's legs and thrust my penis into her vagina, pumping wildly a dozen times before stopping. A wicked thought crossed my mind, and I whispered in my wife's ear, "Call me Daddy."
My wife was startled at first, then said, "No, you want to imitate those novel plots? I won't."
I said, "You won't call me that, huh?"
I thrust in and out more than twenty times, then, while thrusting violently, I said, "Will you call me or not?"
My wife moaned, "Deeper, ah, harder, and I'll call you!"
I was surprised at how cooperative my wife was.
I quickly pulled out completely, all the way in at once, without slowing down the pace. A faint sound came from my wife's mouth: "Ah... Daddy..." The sound was so soft I could barely hear it. I said, "Speak louder, I can't hear you." So my wife hugged me tightly and then called out "Daddy." This time it was very clear; I heard it, accompanied by my wife's gush and my ejaculation.
Just a few hundred thrusts, just one word, and we both reached orgasm simultaneously.
We hugged tightly for a while, and then, because time was running out, I said while getting dressed, "Why did you suddenly decide to do this role-playing thing today? And this is such a sensitive time!
" I told my wife, "Actually, I read in a novel that this tactic should be used when trying to persuade you." My wife
said, "Why didn't you use it then?"
I said, "I know you. You love me, you're kind, and I felt that using filial piety as a reason was enough."
My wife said, "Then why did you suddenly decide to do this today?"
I said, "Actually, I've wanted to try it for a while. Although you've figured it out, and I've almost figured it out too, it's all just theory and those simple things. When it really comes down to it, I don't know if it will work. Today, seeing your face covered, I thought of covering your face, so I can't see your eyes..." "I was only too embarrassed to try it, haha."
My wife said, "You're still shy? Hey, I've never seen anyone more shameless than you. Besides, you idiot, after you entered my body, didn't I keep my eyes closed?"
I said, "Oh yeah, I forgot, haha."
I then asked my wife, "What did it feel like when I asked you to call me 'Dad'?"
My wife said, "When you first brought it up, I knew what you meant, you wanted us both to experience that feeling. So I wanted to try it too. But when I called out, it was so loud, the psychological stimulation was too much, so just now..."
I said, "Me too." Then we smiled at each other. Now we understand each other perfectly; sometimes a smile is enough for us to know what the other is thinking.
We made preparations quickly, dropped the kids off, and then went to work.
My wife said her father had sent her a message. I asked what message it was, and she said QQ, that QQ.
I understood; her father still wanted to contact the young couple.
I said, "You talk to your father first, I'll check the chat history at noon."
Then I went to my father's diary and saw that he had updated it last night.
"Nothing in life is static; even the most private matters can take different forms.
Tonight, I chatted with a young couple through a messaging app, and they opened my eyes. More importantly, the dark clouds that have been hanging over my heart these past few days were lifted by them, revealing a ray of sunshine.
Whether their understanding of my feelings is correct or not, their listening made me very happy.
Thank you, stranger."
I sent my father's diary to my wife, and she replied with a thumbs-up.
It seems she and my father had a pleasant conversation.
This morning, because I was thinking about what my wife and father had talked about, and because I was thinking about how they were getting closer and closer to physical intimacy, that flutter of excitement I hadn't felt for days returned.
I thought I should give my father some more stimulation today, but how? I told myself that to fulfill my wish, I had to focus on thinking about these things.
When she's staying at my and Li Li's house, I can wear less clothing, but at my father's place, I can't change into my pajamas. What should I do? I can't let my father see Li Li's body; how can I seduce him? Now, I can't let Li Li flirt with my father; that would embarrass him, and he might not even accept it.
Besides, Li Li might not agree to it either.
Just then, I noticed my glass was empty, so I opened the door to get some water. A colleague bumped into me as he walked by, and suddenly an idea struck me.
Why not have Li Li bump into my father? If they could fall onto the sofa and have a deep hug, or like on TV, their lips would touch—that would be even better.
But could Li Li and my father accept direct physical contact? Of course, bumping into each other on the sofa and then kissing is technically very difficult; what you see on TV is all rehearsed, but real life doesn't. To avoid hurting my father and Li Li, let's have Li Li give my father a chest-to-chest push.
Let Li Li use her breasts to push against my father's chest or back.
That's a good idea.
I waited anxiously, picked up Li Li, and headed to my father's house. I had Li Li drive, and then I checked her chat history with my father.
Because it wasn't appropriate to discuss these things on the company computer, Li Li used her phone. The conversation was brief, as typing on a phone is tiring for young people, and they couldn't type much.
It mainly focused on her father's analysis of our questions about him yesterday and our desire to have sex with older men.
They were initially very vague and embarrassed.
Later, as the conversation progressed, they became more open, almost like discussing academic issues.
They even reached a consensus.
Regarding the young couple's desire for a threesome, although it hadn't happened yet, her father believed young people could pursue new things, but reminded them to be careful—personal safety, health safety, emotional safety, and life safety. The first two, self-explanatory, meant avoiding bad people and people with health problems; the second meant not ruining their relationship; and the third meant not affecting their lives or letting those around them know.
They didn't say whether her father would participate or not, seemingly still embarrassed.
They even made one "excessive" comment, asking each other if they felt any physical connection when discussing these things.
My wife said she had one, and my father said he did too.
I reached out and touched my wife's underwear. She jumped, glanced at me, but kept driving focused. She said, "Don't touch me. I'm driving. It's not safe. Let me tell you, it was wet then, then it dried. But seeing you looking, I got nervous and got wet again."
Hearing my wife say this, and seeing their suggestive but not overtly provocative language, I got an erection. I wanted to penetrate her again, like I did that morning, but the circumstances didn't allow it.
My father thought the first time it rained was a coincidence. He said his clothing that night was because he treated me like family and didn't feel uncomfortable, and the same reason he dressed the second night. He also said that exposing her breasts while breastfeeding was normal; how could she breastfeed if they weren't exposed?
As for my daughter-in-law taking a shower, he said it was because the showerhead in the master bathroom was broken.
My wife thought it was intentional.
But in the end, my father rejected our claim that my daughter-in-law was deliberately provoking them, citing his understanding of his son and daughter-in-law and the fact that it wouldn't benefit their lives.
However, they all believed that if their daughter-in-law continued her teasing and hints, then it would be real.
As for whether their father would accept it, he said he couldn't accept it now, but he didn't rule out the possibility of things gradually changing.
Seeing this, while waiting at a red light, I touched my wife's underwear; it was really wet. Then my wife looked at my genitals, and we both blushed, our chests heaving, waves of stimulating sensation washing over us.
I didn't expect that our second conversation would result in such a breakthrough between my wife and father. I told my wife about the method I had thought of that morning, and we both realized one thing: if we gave her another hint at noon, according to their analysis, their father would know that we were deliberately seducing him. We both knew what that meant.
This was a huge step forward; the time for my father and wife to have physical intimacy was getting closer and closer.
My glans was secreting a lot of fluid. I touched my wife's panties; they were very wet. Downstairs at my father's house, my wife squeezed her legs together. I placed my hand between her legs, and she squeezed even tighter. Then she hugged my head, biting her lip to suppress any sound. But I knew that under the immense psychological stimulation, she had orgasmed even when I was just pressing her clitoris; her vagina was wet.
After my wife and I calmed down, I told her, "How about we take it a step further? Your panties are wet now. Go take them off and let Dad see your genitals." My wife stared at me wide-eyed and shook her head vigorously, saying, "No, not now. Let's wait a bit. I can't do it now."
I could only agree because my wife was pleading with me this time. I couldn't bear to cruelly push her away; after all, she was doing it for me.
Then my wife and I went to my father's house. My father had already prepared dinner.
When he saw us come in, he didn't look up at Li Li, which wasn't normal for him. And his face seemed to be red. Because my father used to do manual labor, his skin was always quite dark, with a bronze hue.
No wonder, after all, Father's mind is unsettled right now.
Lili, take the clothes we washed last time to Father's bedroom. Just as you're about to put the clothes away after putting the bedding away, Father comes in.
He means Lili doesn't need to tidy up, because he feels embarrassed about the underwear.
He doesn't look at Lili, but says to her, "Lili, don't bother tidying up, go wash your hands and eat. I can tidy up myself this afternoon."
Lili says, "It's okay, I'll be done soon."
They both look at each other awkwardly, both looking at the clothes, and then they both reach for them. Then, dramatically, their hands clasped together, and suddenly they both fall silent. I was about to tell Father, "Don't worry about it, there aren't many clothes, Lili will finish tidying up quickly."
But then I saw their hands clasped together. Although it wasn't intentional, all three of them had their own thoughts, and those thoughts were so subtle that the air felt stagnant.
I quietly backed away and hid in the living room.
About a minute later, I heard movement from inside. "Dad, let me do it."
They had been clasping hands for almost a minute. So things are starting to look clearer now.
Actually, I later learned that they immediately let go, but were just awkwardly speechless. It seems I was overthinking things regarding this "holding hands" incident.
When Li Li said he was coming, to prevent further physical contact, my father stopped trying to grab the clothes and instead went to put the sheets in another closet. But it was such a coincidence—or maybe not a coincidence, but something Li Li did on purpose, because I had given her a task—that
my father moved to one side, and Li Li to the other. The two of them were facing each other. The bedroom was small, and with that turn, Li Li's chest pressed firmly against my father's chest.
I believe Li Li did it somewhat intentionally. She later told me that it wasn't entirely intentional; she just moved a little bit to the other side,
and when she touched my father's chest, her heart was pounding in her throat. My father had seen Li Li's large, soft breasts before, and this time, their chests collided.
He must have felt wonderful. I wonder if he felt any stimulation.
Perhaps we'll find out the answer in their conversation that afternoon.
The meal was mostly silent because my father was starting to realize our thoughts, which made us very nervous, and my father was also very embarrassed, because he felt that his daughter-in-law might really be seducing him. Could he accept this taboo? We finished the meal quickly and left my father's house as soon as possible. Lili and I both breathed a sigh of relief, and then Lili blushed. I looked at Lili and said, "You're really amazing."
Lili said, "Don't praise me about this anymore, okay? It's too embarrassing."
I told Lili that I would livestream their chat history to my phone that afternoon. Lili didn't say anything, but I knew she agreed because she would have to show it to me sooner or later.
My father, unusually, didn't take a nap at noon and went straight to the phone. Since we could use our phones to go online, we didn't get out of the car, and Lili started chatting with my father.
My father immediately recounted what had happened at noon to Li Li. Li Li blushed crimson. As she was about to get out of the car, she said, "Honey, why don't you talk to Dad this afternoon? My own father-in-law accused me of seducing him, and then I have to talk to him about it. It's so embarrassing."
I knew that was true, but firstly, I was afraid I'd give myself away and that I wasn't the same person I was in the morning. In the morning, they said she was the wife in the young couple, the woman, which is why my father was so open with her. If it were a man, he might not have said those things.
Secondly, I wanted my wife to experience that forbidden psychological stimulation again. After all, they were about to begin their physical intimacy, and if she hadn't opened up by then, it would be difficult to break through.
I told Li Li my first point, and she readily agreed to continue the conversation, while simultaneously giving me a live update.
When I arrived at work, my father had already finished reporting on what happened at noon. We all knew this, except for the details of the hug, which I learned from him.
After he finished speaking, he waited. I knew what he was waiting for, and Li Li knew what she was waiting for too, but Li Li found it difficult to send those few words. If she sent them, it would be tantamount to telling her father that she was seducing him. If he didn't accept, their future meetings would be incredibly awkward; if he did accept, it would mean she would soon have physical contact with him.
I knew I had to help Li Li make up her mind. I sent a message: "Wife, tell Dad. Tell him that his daughter-in-law is definitely seducing him on purpose. That way, our chance can continue, and our filial piety can be further enhanced."
After a while, my wife sent a blushing emoji. I knew she had sent it; she was waiting for her father's reply before copying the message back to me.
How anxious I was at that moment! I felt the same trepidation and tension I had felt waiting downstairs that day, even more so than before.
Five minutes passed before her father replied. He still couldn't quite believe it and didn't know what to do. He felt such a thing couldn't happen, and even if it did, it wouldn't happen in his family.
He thought his son's upbringing was very successful, and he had a high opinion of his son and daughter-in-law's character. He didn't believe his son and daughter-in-law would do such a thing.
Li Li and I laughed and sent each other laughing emojis.
Our father seemed confused by anger or agitation, and we weren't angry because he was commenting on us. However, he had sent these words to the "reckless young couple," a couple who sought out other men to have sex with their wives. You initially praised them for their lifestyle, but now you're indirectly saying they're morally corrupt? After a few minutes without a reply, her father probably realized his words had gone wrong. He
then explained that he wasn't talking about them personally, but he just couldn't accept it at the moment. Outsiders see things more clearly. When talking about the young couple, as an observer, it seemed like they were enjoying life, but as his daughter-in-law, he couldn't accept it. After all, he's an old man, and such a shock was hard to process.
Lili and I thought about it for a long time and sent a message to our father using the young couple's account. We wanted to reassure him that we weren't angry, but also to "encourage" him: "You don't need to worry, we won't be angry. After all, this isn't something anyone can accept. We're already very gratified and happy that you're willing to chat with us, even sharing your private matters. As for your daughter-in-law and son's situation, we think you can think about it this way: why did your daughter-in-law do this? Since your son seems to know, otherwise he wouldn't have hidden in the bedroom.
Since your son knows, what was their initial intention? I think one possibility is most likely: they know how to enjoy life better than we do, their character is superior, and they want to make your life more enjoyable. You also said they wanted you to find a companion, you..." "I won't agree. They want to add more fun to your life and provide sexual enjoyment in your later years, so they're using their wives' bodies to satisfy your sexual needs. This is a great act of filial piety, a quality worthy of our learning and praise."
The father suddenly asked, "What other possibilities are there?" We could only offer a few more, some from the internet, some made up, such as the son and daughter-in-law being his online friends, the son and daughter-in-law having psychological problems and seeking excitement, or the daughter-in-law simply being attracted to her father-in-law, etc. We listed several possibilities.
Then the father remained silent for a long time. Unable to resist, we tried asking him what he thought.
The father remained silent for a long time again, then sent a message: "No matter what it is, I am their father. If this happened to us, it would be unethical and condemned by the world. Even if they want me to satisfy my sexual needs, despite their filial piety, I still cannot accept having sex with my own daughter-in-law." "
I can imagine my father's reaction," I sent him our discussion: "I can imagine your thoughts. Just like when we first started dating, having sex with another man in front of your husband is against traditional womanly virtues and morals. But when it comes to sex, we pursue it as a pleasure in life, like music, scenery, and all beautiful things. We won't bother others; we'll share the joy of sex within our own little circle. And you're even better off, in your own home, no one will know. As long as the three of you handle it well, your life will be endlessly enjoyable."
Before my father could reply, I had Li Li add: "If you can't accept it now, let it develop naturally. Follow your heart, neither actively responding nor strongly opposing. Just follow your feelings. When you truly feel you like your daughter-in-law's seduction and can accept their way of showing filial piety, then let everything happen naturally. I believe your life will be wonderful and colorful." "
My father thought for a long, long time, then sent a few words: 'Follow your heart, huh? You young people really know how to enjoy life and are so open-minded. I'll think about it. Thank you. I'm going out for a walk.'
This is something my father will accept quickly, but it will definitely be difficult. We'll talk about it tonight; it seems my father won't be online this afternoon.
Lili and I started to get anxious, afraid something might happen to my father, afraid he would strongly object, which would break our family apart. Lili also had another fear: that if my father agreed too soon, her body would be taken by another man."

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