Filial Piety of the Wife (Part 9)

Chapter 9: Little Moments
The next day, I felt a little uneasy that my father wasn't there. Li Li, still wearing her sexy tank top, looked stunning. I thought to myself, "He only enjoyed the view one night; why did he have to avoid it?" It was an ordinary morning, and I went about my daily routine. Although I had something on my mind, life had to go on.
After arriving at work, I called my father and asked if he needed anything. I offered to bring it to him at noon.
He said he didn't need anything, and that we were too busy to come. He could move around on his own.
At noon, my wife and I went to my father's place. On the way, my wife asked me to park the car at the mall so we could buy some things. It turned out she wanted to buy clothes and underwear for my father. I looked at my wife with a puzzled expression. Li Li blushed slightly and said, "Yesterday I washed Dad's clothes and found they were so old and worn out. And his underwear was made of that old-fashioned fabric, it was really uncomfortable."
I stared at my wife, wide-eyed. "You washed Dad's underwear? His panties?"
My wife reached out to pinch me and said, "Why are you yelling? Do you want the whole world to know? What's wrong with me washing them? I consider my father my father too! What's wrong with a daughter washing her father's clothes? Humph!"
I continued to tease my wife, "Have you ever washed your dad's underwear?"
My wife seemed genuinely angry, glaring at me. "Fine, I won't wash them next time. Let's go, and I won't buy any more clothes!"
I quickly apologized, "Wife, I was wrong, I was just teasing you. I'm really touched that you're so filial to your father. Having such a kind and beautiful wife is my greatest blessing."
My wife said, "I know you're teasing me, I was already embarrassed, and you still tease me like this, you're so inconsiderate." Then my wife smiled again.
I bought my father a casual outfit, and then went to buy underwear. I was getting a little impatient after picking out several kinds, but my wife was still choosing. I really admire women when it comes to buying clothes.
My wife said, "Don't be annoying. Aren't the underwear I bought you comfortable? It has to be the fabric, it has to feel comfortable, and it has to be the size!"
As soon as she mentioned size, a wicked thought popped into my head, and I asked, "What size are you talking about?"
Hehe! When my wife saw my expression, she blushed first, and then reached out to pinch me. Unfortunately, I couldn't escape this time, and she caught me, leaving another purplish mark on my body.
My wife said, "It's mainly about the fabric. I measured Dad's clothes. The size should be right."
I said, "I think... what I meant earlier is that the size also needs to be considered, otherwise the little bird won't be comfortable inside."
My wife made a pinching gesture and said, "It seems like the sizes aren't marked. For example, the ones sold here are generally for men here."
I said, "What if they have extra-large ones?"
She blushed and said, "Extra-large ones, then just buy a large size. You're overthinking it, Dad..." She was about to finish when she suddenly realized she'd been tricked. Her face flushed, she lunged at me, trying to hit me. I quickly ran away, laughing. She said, "Stop, I'm going to strangle you!" This attracted the attention of the sales assistant and other customers, who all looked at us with great surprise. They probably wondered why two adults, not young anymore, were acting so playfully.
This playful fight relaxed us a lot, which had made us feel quite uneasy. After buying the clothes, we rushed to my father's place.
As soon as I entered the house, I loudly announced, "Dad, we're here! We bought you clothes and underwear." I emphasized the underwear.
My wife glared at me, then put down her things and said, "Dad, try on the clothes. If they don't fit
, go exchange them." Then she went to cook. I helped my father open the package, put the underwear aside, and let him try on the casual clothes first. They fit him perfectly. Although my father said he already had clothes and didn't need to buy any more, that it was a waste of money, the happiness on his face was still evident.
Then, seeing the underwear, he said to me, "Don't let your wife buy these underwear for me anymore. I'll buy them myself." He looked a little embarrassed.
I thought for a moment and then said, "Dad, buying clothes is something a woman should do. When Lili was washing your clothes, she found that the material of your underwear and panties was very bad!"
My father suddenly looked up at me, his face very embarrassed, and then whispered, "How can you let Lili wash your panties? That's ridiculous. Why didn't you stop her?"
I said innocently, "I didn't know either. Besides, you wouldn't find another partner. We only have this one woman in the family, so we can only have this one wife! Haha."
Although I don't joke with my father much, I still mustered up the courage to continue and tentatively say this today. After I said it, I secretly glanced at my father, my heart pounding. How would he react? That was direct enough,
wasn't it? Dad, you have to understand your son's good intentions. After I finished speaking, my father paused slightly, looking at me. It seemed he had his own thoughts. "What nonsense are you talking about? You're so old and still so immature." Then, he went to the bedroom to change his clothes. I said, "Don't change yet, let Lili see."
My father was initially embarrassed, but since Lili had bought him the clothes, it would be very inconsiderate of him not to let her see them. So he turned around and went to the kitchen.
I quickly came over and said, "Lili, look how handsome Dad looks in the clothes you bought him."
Lili turned around, looked at her father's casual attire, and said, "Yes, Dad looks young and elegant in this, like a great writer or a high-ranking leader."
Her father said, "I'm getting old, and I don't have many occasions to wear these clothes."
Lili said, "Dad, this is casual wear. You can wear it when you go for a walk or go out for a stroll. Don't be stingy with it; you bought it to wear. You look very handsome like this."
Her father said, "I'm an old man; what's there to be handsome about?"
Lili said, "You're not old at all. You're at an age where you know how to enjoy life and cherish women. Young girls these days like men like you, and you're handsome too."
I watched them chat, and they seemed very relaxed, like father and daughter, but not quite. There seemed to be something special about them, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it.
Father said, "Those are all rich and powerful successful people."
Li Li said, "Who said that? Some young girls like rich people, but most women still like those who are good to them, like you, Dad, who single-handedly supported the family and weathered life's storms, thus understanding the true meaning of life."
Father said, "Hehe, I'm not that good."
Li Li said, "Of course you are! If someone could truly understand you now, they would quickly fall in love with you." After saying that, Father and Li Li suddenly fell silent, perhaps realizing they had said the wrong thing. Perhaps realizing I was there, Li Li blushed, turned around and continued cooking, while Father lowered his head and went back to the bedroom to change clothes.
Actually, I had been listening attentively to their conversation the whole time, without interrupting, just wanting them to talk more. But the content of their conversation, for two people who already considered each other family, wasn't anything special. It's just that Li Li remembered me, remembered our plan—the plan to give her body away—so some of her words seemed to take on a different meaning.
As for my father, I think he probably didn't think much of the conversation at first, but because of his soaked body that night, because of his trembling breasts, protruding nipples, the large expanse of exposed white skin and those large breasts, some of his words seemed to have taken on a different meaning.
I think my guess about Li Li's thoughts is definitely correct, but I'm still at a loss as to what to do about my father. I went to Li Li's side and said, "Honey, you did a great job."
Li Li said, "Go away, I didn't do anything special, I was just telling the truth. You're the one who's thinking the wrong thing."
I chuckled and said, "How do you know I was thinking the wrong thing if you weren't thinking the wrong thing?"
Li Li huffed, "You..."
A little while later, my father came out after changing his clothes, and Li Li had finished cooking. The three of us ate together, chatting and laughing, having a very pleasant lunch. Afterwards, my father rested, and Li Li and I prepared to leave. Just
as we were about to go out, Li Li said to my father, "Dad, you need to wash your underwear before wearing it, otherwise it will get dirty."
My father agreed. Lili and I were about to leave when Lili said, "Why don't I take it home to wash and bring it to you tomorrow?"
My father said, "No need, I can wash it myself."
Lili said, "Dad, don't be so polite, we're family."
I quickly chimed in, "Yes, we're family, don't be shy, what's wrong with that?"
My father insisted on washing it himself, so we gave up and went to work.
On the way, Lili said, "You were chatting with Dad just now, and you were being so explicit. Aren't you afraid he'll be angry? Don't you know what he's thinking?"
I said, "I was just being blunt. Besides, there's nothing wrong with saying that. He treats you like a daughter anyway. Although Dad isn't very good at expressing his feelings, you could feel it, didn't you? He treats you like a daughter. And you were eavesdropping on our conversation!"
Lili said, "Eavesdropping? It's such a small room, and the kitchen door wasn't even closed. It's hard not to hear!"
We went to our respective workplaces, and then it was still boring. I checked my father's diary to see if there were any updates. This time there was an update; my father wrote a few words, but those few words moved me deeply.
"A feeling long dormant seems to have returned.
I thought I would never feel the same way again, but a few scenes have stirred my heart.
I thought this life would pass uneventfully, but in these twilight years, ripples have appeared.
I thought I would be like a pine tree on Mount Nan, standing tall and unyielding, but when desires arise, it's as if a demon has been born within me.
Calm your mind and spirit, don't let your old heart be disturbed."
These simple words revealed a very clear meaning. My father had sensed it, and he had his own thoughts. He considered these thoughts a demon, meaning he didn't approve of them. I had guessed this long ago, but at least he hadn't completely rejected them. I quickly told Lili, but after reading it, she didn't react.
I texted him: "How are you feeling?"
Lili said: "Dad's psychological pressure is even greater than ours. Do you think he can handle it?"
I said: "If we end it now, he'll get better slowly. If we want to continue, we need to communicate with him, especially you. Not only do we need to be physically involved, but we also need to deepen our relationship."
Lili didn't quite understand and sent a question mark.
I continued, "Today, watching you chat with your father, it seemed you two got along quite well. I think QQ could be used like this! Whenever you have free time, you can chat with him often, just casually. Tonight, we can use another QQ account to chat with him together. As for how to use that other QQ account, I've thought of a few options for you to consider.
One is to use our own QQ account and chat with your father, slowly revealing our thoughts and observing his reaction. Although this isn't face-to-face, the consequences are unimaginable, almost as effective as a direct conversation.
The second is for us to pretend to be a young couple who are attracted to older men and have incestuous tendencies, then slowly talk to your father, revealing our innermost thoughts to each other, and then gently guiding him. But will your father accept our add-on? How can we attract his attention?" "I mean, this problem needs a solution.
Thirdly, we could pretend to be elderly, like a young couple in the family who are also carefree, and let him express his inner thoughts. While this father might be willing to listen to us, how do we understand the world of the elderly? Fourthly,
we could become psychological counselors, focusing on the psychological problems of the elderly and providing guidance. This seems a bit abrupt, a novel idea. Would my father accept it happily? Each option has its advantages and disadvantages, but implementing them all presents challenges."
After reading my long explanation, Li Li digested it for a while and then said, "You've really done your homework. Just these four? Let's each think about them and discuss it tonight!" I agreed and fell into thought.
After several days of reflection and implementation, there were moments of immense excitement, moments of monotony, and moments of frustration and hesitation. But after experiencing all of that, we gradually came to see it as a process of fulfilling filial piety. Even though this process involved provocative exposure, lewd language, and semi-nudity, ultimately leading to Li Li's physical union with my father, we seemed to be able to face it calmly. So when we talk about these things, when we plan these things, we can say it very casually. But this casualness doesn't mean we accept our wives having sex with other men, it doesn't mean we accept our fathers and daughters-in-law having incest, it doesn't mean we don't feel ashamed to think about or talk about these things, because the body and mind are intertwined, and psychological changes can be reflected in the body. Rather, it means we've taken a further step towards that stage.
Before leaving work, I told Lili to have her send a message to our father on QQ, asking if he needed anything. If not, we wouldn't go.
Lili said, "Is Dad online?" That's when I realized that my father wasn't online on QQ at all.
Yes, he's not like us, always on QQ, and he doesn't know how to use QQ on his phone. Even though he has a fairly good smartphone, he basically only uses it for making phone calls.
So I picked up Lili and had her call my father.
"Dad, this is Lili. Ruiyang is driving. He asked me to ask if you need anything."
Father: "No, thank you. Tell him to drive slowly. You should go back and see the children."
Lili said, "Okay, it's alright. I cooked lunch for you and put it in the fridge. Please heat it up before eating." Father agreed.
Lili added, "Soak your feet in hot water tonight to improve blood circulation. It's good for your injury and for your health." Father agreed again.
Then Father said, "Tell Ruiyang to drive slowly. You should go back and see the children." Lili said okay, then they said goodbye and hung up.
I told Lili that listening to their conversation, they sounded like a father and daughter, but also like a husband and wife. Lili scoffed at me and said I had something to hide, that I misinterpreted normal concern for family. We
ate dinner at her house that evening. Her parents prepared a very lavish meal because we hadn't eaten there in a long time. My in-laws asked about my father's injury and why he passed away. I answered their
questions, and then it was just a normal family meal.
Back home, the child was probably sleepy, so my wife breastfed him for a while, and he fell asleep.
I went to the balcony and discovered that the underwear my wife had mentioned about her father was hanging there to dry.
If it weren't for this sudden thought of mine, Li Li would truly be a virtuous wife and loving mother. But if I acted on this idea, would Li Li no longer be? Would she become an immoral and promiscuous woman? This question seems to have returned to my initial thought, so I decided to stop thinking about it.
Following my usual routine, I went to take a shower while Li Li did the housework. This wife is hardworking and kind, beautiful and generous; marrying her is truly the happiness of my life.
While showering, although I didn't look at my body like a woman, I unintentionally saw my genitals. Although they weren't very large, 15cm is acceptable among Chinese men, at least enough to satisfy my wife's desires for now.
Thinking back to the conversation at noon, I thought about my father's penis.
Although I had seen it when I bathed with my father as a child, it wasn't erect then, and I didn't remember much. Was my father's penis large? Could it satisfy my wife? The thought that my father's penis might soon enter my wife's body stirred something within me; my penis became erect.
Why? I have no desire for cuckoldry. Could it be that as our plan unfolds, as my father sees my wife's rain-soaked body, as her breasts tremble, as he sees that one breast, as I've imagined countless times my wife and father's bodies intertwined, my psychology is changing. Is my reason for filial piety shifting? I close my eyes, take a deep breath, and suppress my desire. I'm afraid that if I develop this tendency, if my father and wife's bodies truly unite, I'll enjoy the feeling of my wife being penetrated by another man, I'll like the way my wife moans under another man. If that happens, I'm afraid our lives will change drastically. What if we can't just be satisfied with the feeling my father brings?
But as I try to close my eyes and take a deep breath, all I see is my wife's graceful figure and my father seeing her exposed breasts. My heart races, and my penis throbs painfully.
Unable to quell the lust, unable to conceal my desire, my hand unconsciously grips my penis. It had been a long time since I'd felt like this. Since getting married, this only happened when my wife was pregnant and we couldn't have sex. And yet, it happened right outside the door.
I turned the shower on full blast, letting the water wash over my body. My hand began to move rapidly. Before me, a man and woman were entwined, the woman's body slightly bent, the man thrusting into her from behind, pumping vigorously. I tried to make out who they were; the woman was my wife, but the man was blurry.
Perhaps only in dreams could I see clearly, because when I imagine it, I can't control myself.
When it was all over, a soft growl accompanied by physical release. I leaned against the wall, panting heavily, the shower water flowing into my mouth. Was this feeling good or bad? I didn't know. Everything was driven by me, yet everything was beyond my control.
Only desire followed my heart, letting love govern my life.

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