Filial Piety of the Wife (Part 8)

Chapter 8
The warm sunlight streamed in again, and my eyes slowly opened in the light.
I woke up early this morning; my wife was up before my father. She seemed to have a lot to do this morning; she had just come into the bedroom from outside when I woke up.
I asked my wife, "Where have you been?"
My wife raised her hand, and I saw she had brought back last night's underwear and that tank top.
I jumped up and ran over to ask, "How is it?"
My wife said, "How is it? It shouldn't have been touched. I put these on the clothes rack, and I didn't notice any change. You're just overthinking things. Humph!"
I hugged my wife from behind and said, "Am I the only one overthinking? If you didn't think about it, why did you put the underwear in that bathroom? You didn't do it on purpose; you're more likely to overthink than I am!"
My wife pretended to be angry and broke free from my embrace. "Hmph, it's all because of you! It's all for you!"
I quickly flattered her, bowing, "Thank you, my wife!" My wife chuckled.
Then, when we talked about what happened last night, my wife's face flushed again, and our voices seemed to tremble slightly, as if the events of last night were still vivid in our minds.
Although I had mentally prepared myself to slowly move towards that point, every time we made progress, the inner turmoil and anticipation began to struggle again. It was like a small stone being thrown into a calm lake, causing ripples and shimmering waves.
My wife said that the moment she put on her pajamas and stepped out of the bedroom, her face burned, and she constantly felt as if many eyes were watching her, always worried that she had exposed herself. She looked many times; without a bra, the dress would reveal her breasts if she bent over or leaned forward slightly, making it seem like she was naked. And her father-in-law was also in the house, a father-in-law who was usually stern and kind, yet she was about to expose her secrets to him as much as possible.
Although she regretted and feared countless times, when the opportunity arose, thinking of her father's love for her and his promise to her, she hardened her heart and tried to create opportunities to bend down. And when the baby needed to nurse, she steeled herself and did it.
At first, she kept her eyes closed while showering, afraid to look at the door, even though she wouldn't see his eyes anyway.
She was imitating poses she'd seen in photos, finding them sexy.
She was very nervous when she raised her buttocks, and felt humiliated as she touched herself while showering, as if she were masturbating while a man watched.
Yet, she felt a strange itch inside. Later, she gradually got used to it and showered slowly, treating it as a performance for me. She knew I was watching, and her father probably was too.
When she was about to leave, she deliberately put her underwear on top of her other clothes, a prank, and since it was her most intimate garment, being seen there felt like having her private parts exposed, making her feel aroused.
She really wanted to have sex with me, and in the bedroom, my actions satisfied her.
As for me, from the moment my wife left the bedroom until we made love and fell asleep in each other's arms, I felt a sense of unreality. Although this was what I longed for and had worked hard for, when it actually happened, I still felt burdened.
When my wife moved gracefully, her hips swaying back and forth in front of my father; when her breasts were exposed and seen by him; when she danced in the bathroom; when she walked naked into the bedroom with only a towel wrapped around her chest and I pushed her onto the bed…
I still couldn't quite believe it was real, but my swollen, slightly aching penis told me it was.
When my wife moaned softly beneath me, I felt like I was going crazy, wanting to penetrate her, wanting to possess her. But when I ejaculated, I focused on her exposed breasts—a punishment, or perhaps a reward.
After discussing these things, my wife and I shared our deepest feelings with each other, and then we embraced tightly.
After tidying up the children and leaving the bedroom, my father was still on the balcony. When he turned around, our eyes met. Would it be awkward?
Just as I was thinking this, my father came to our side, sat at the dining table, and ate with us as usual, without much awkwardness.
Then my father said, "Ruiyang, my foot is almost healed, and I want to go back home. I haven't been home in a long time, and it's not good for me to stay here all the time."
Lili and I were both stunned. Could it be that my father couldn't accept this? If he felt it was inconvenient for us, that would be fine, but if he felt it was disrespectful, that would be bad.
I quickly replied, "You're not fully healed yet? It takes a hundred days to recover from a broken bone. Stay here and rest for a while longer. It's not convenient for you to be alone at home; we can take care of you if you stay here."
My father said, "It doesn't bother me anymore. I'm used to living alone. Besides, the plants need care; they've all overgrown since I left."
This was so sudden; we didn't know what to do. I told my father, "Let's talk about it when we get back from work!"
My wife said the same. After
leaving the house, my wife and I exchanged glances. We both knew that our actions over the past few days had likely made my father feel awkward.
We went to work, then tried to figure out how to resolve the situation.
Just then, my wife texted me: "Honey, are we moving too fast? Is Dad having trouble accepting it?"
I replied, "Maybe. Maybe he feels that we're living a comfortable life, and his living here is inconvenient for us!"
My wife said, "If it's the second one, that's great. If it's the first one, your plan is probably going to fall through!"
I teased her, "If it falls through, are you very disappointed?"
My wife sent a bomb emoji and said, "Of course I'm not disappointed. You were the one who suggested it. I was moved by Dad's fatherly love for you, and by your filial piety. Dad is so good to you, even treating his own wife with such devotion. I was moved by you and that's why I agreed."
My wife's words were very insightful; women are indeed emotional creatures. I said, "Dad seems determined to leave. How about we use a strategic retreat to get him to move back home? We can visit him often, not here, but at his doorstep, how about we try to seduce him? Then we can read his diary and see how he feels. I read it today, and his diary hasn't been updated yet. Also, Dad has… [something else], we'll figure out a way to communicate with him through that."
My wife said, "Looks like you're determined. Okay, whatever you say!"
When we got home at noon, I asked my father if he wasn't used to living alone. He said he was used to living alone, and after all these years,
he couldn't stand it. After lunch, I tidied up for him. Then my wife and I took him home. Although I didn't want him to live alone, his wishes were the most important. My initial intention was for his happiness; if he was uncomfortable or suffering, then it wouldn't have worked out.
After settling him in, my wife and I left his house. While we weren't completely devastated, we were still a little discouraged.
We went to work, the work was boring, and with some mental stress, feelings of anxiety crept in.
Even though I'd suffered a setback, I couldn't give up so easily.
I remembered my father's online diary, opened the link, and entered my username and password. To my surprise, three hours later, my father had updated it.
With anticipation, I texted my wife, "Dad's diary's updated, let's take a look."
So, my wife and I secretly peeked into my father's diary.
It wasn't allowed, but our intentions were good—we wanted an excuse—and with a timid, nervous feeling, we began to delve into my father's thoughts.
"I'm home today. I haven't been back for over ten days. Everything is the same. Although staying with my son is nice, I'm used to living here. I never expected this sudden accident, which injured me and caused Yang'er and Lili so much worry. These past ten days of careful care have proven my judgment correct: Yang'er is a filial son, and Lili is a kind, virtuous, and filial daughter-in-law. It's just that I can't help them take care of their young grandson and I'm causing them trouble; I feel truly guilty.
Seeing my grandson every day these past few days has been a great joy. He looks just like Yang'er when he was little—a big head, big eyes, and chubby cheeks. I love him so much! I hope he can chat with me someday. Right now, Yang'er and the others are too busy, and I'm recuperating alone at home, still feeling quite lonely.
Hearing I was back, my old friends who often exercise with me..." They came to see me, saying they missed me and wondered why I hadn't returned for so long. The older folks are quite nice; we chat and exercise together. I'll be spending most of my later years with them. Staying at Yang'er's is going well; they can chat with me after work.
My in-laws are also nice; they're kind people. You only truly understand someone through interaction. But lately, Yang'er and Lili seem troubled, especially Lili, who seems to blush frequently. Since the day it rained, their habits seem to have changed. Perhaps that's just their natural way of life, and I'm the reason they've changed. It seems I've disturbed their lives.
My father wrote this much this afternoon, not what we wanted. Although he mentioned the change in our habits, probably referring to Lili's clothing, he didn't express his true feelings. It's like his advances were in vain.
It seems he still has reservations. Some things are easier said than done. What should we do? We can't tell my father and ask him to write it down or tell us.
After reading it, I sent a message to Li Li: "It seems our actions made Dad feel like he was interfering with our lives. That's alright, at least he's not annoyed, but he hasn't expressed his feelings about our actions."
Li Li replied: "Yeah, that's right. I don't think Dad would write it down, because it's something he keeps to himself. And maybe Dad really doesn't feel anything? After all, I feel he treats me like a daughter, and it's not a big deal for a daughter to act like that in front of her father, right?"
I think Li Li's analysis is very accurate. Dad truly treats Li Li like a daughter; he likes this daughter-in-law very much. Even if he has thoughts in his heart, writing them down here, and saying he wanted us to see them, would indicate some reservations.
Before I could reply, Li Li sent another message: "Honey, I just thought of a problem. Suppose Dad has something on his mind but can't express it. If we don't help him process these feelings, and he has nowhere to confide in—I mean, he feels that seeing my body acting strangely is his own fault for being disrespectful—wouldn't he feel even worse? We don't want to cause him psychological problems."
My wife's thinking was quite comprehensive. I continued her train of thought, "Yes, Dad is alone, with no one to confide in, which is why he keeps a diary. But now he's afraid to write everything down; keeping it all bottled up will definitely be painful. Even if it doesn't cause psychological problems, it will still trouble him, which goes against our filial piety. What should we do?"
My wife replied, "I don't know! I'll think of something."
Yes, this problem has arisen again. Direct discussion is impossible; discussing via text message is no different. And a diary won't work; I can't tell him to write all his thoughts in his diary.
I texted my wife, "Let's figure something out together!"
After work, I picked her up, bought some groceries and food, and we went to deliver them to my father. I didn't want him to go out to buy things himself, since his foot injury had just healed.
When we arrived, my father said he didn't need us to bring anything; there was a small market near his house, and he could buy what he needed.
We told him that our child was at my wife's house, so we came over to cook something for him.
After we went into the room, my wife quickly put on an apron and started cooking, while I stayed in the living room with my father, chatting.
My father said, "Don't be so lazy. Look how diligent Lili is. Living together requires mutual consideration and giving. Lili knows how to give more, so you should be sensible and help her more."
Listening to my father's teachings, I said, "I know, Dad. Speaking of giving, you've given so much to my life. I want you to enjoy life. If you need anything, just tell us, and we'll try our best to meet your needs."
My father said, "Look at what you're saying. Having a child means raising them. I'm very satisfied with your development today; that's my greatest reward and enjoyment. I don't ask for anything."
Actually, I tried many times to express that thought, but after all, he was my father. Saying those words, according to current moral standards, would be contrary to morality, even outrageous.
So, I still didn't say it.
I continued, "Raising children to provide for you in your old age is a natural thing. Now that I'm married and have a career, my biggest wish is for your happy retirement. As long as you can live happily, Lili and I are willing to do anything!"
This was the most I could say. I hoped that if Father truly felt guilty about seeing Lili's body, he wouldn't feel too much guilt, and that he could face it with a clear conscience after he did that one day.
Lili, in the kitchen, could probably hear our conversation. After a while, noticing we were talking less, she called us to eat.
I had to drive today, so I didn't drink with Father.
Father was very happy, probably because we came to have dinner with him. I actually hoped it was because of my words earlier, that I was telling him: Lili's hint was intentional, and Father, please accept it.
Unfortunately, these were just my thoughts.
After dinner, I helped clear the dishes, and Father strolled around the living room, taking a walk.
Lili went to Father's room and helped change the bed and bedding. She hung the blankets to dry on the balcony, and packed all the sheets and other things that hadn't been used in a long time into a large bag. Li Li had also packed up all of Father's clothes that were in the bathroom.
When we took them out, Father saw them and quickly stopped us from taking them. He knew that if we took them back, Li Li would wash them for him.
Although he knew that Li Li was a filial daughter-in-law, he used to do all these things himself.
Li Li said, "Dad, your legs aren't very strong right now, so I can wash them for you. Besides, there's a washing machine, so it'll be done quickly. I'll bring them back to you when they're dry. I've changed all the sheets and blankets on your bed. We'll come back to collect the blankets that are drying on the balcony tomorrow afternoon. Don't move around too much, so you don't hurt your legs again."
Listening to Li Li's words, I was truly moved. What a wonderful and filial daughter-in-law! Where can you find one like that these days?
My father also had a happy and affirmative expression on his face.
Li Li, however, just smiled, as if it were the least she could do.
My wife looked truly beautiful at that moment.
Forgetting my inner thoughts and not dwelling on them, I discovered an even more beautiful side of Li Li.
I left home to pick up the children.
On the way, I said to my wife, "Honey, you're so good, so virtuous and capable."
My wife replied, "You're so glib. I can't fulfill your wish right now, but at least I can take care of Father's daily needs."
The knot in my heart, which had been driven away by the happiness of my wife's virtue, returned.
How could I break through that knot? Now that my father doesn't live with us anymore, I don't know what he thinks of the two previous attempts to seduce me. What should we do? I'm certain that my father isn't angry. As long as he's not angry, we can continue to test him. Just as our bottom line is slowly moving forward, I feel that my father's bottom line will slowly be moving backward as well.
After picking up the children and returning home, my wife first put my father's clothes in the washing machine, and then put the children to bed.
And I, there wasn't much I could do to help.
I just aimlessly browsed the internet, thinking about my father's breakthrough problem, so I went to various forums and found all sorts of novels about incest and wife-cuckolding, but I didn't find any inspiration.
After my wife finished tidying everything up, she was sweating profusely from all the work, so I quickly turned on the air conditioner and let her sit down to rest. Then I stood behind her and massaged her shoulders and arms.
Although I wasn't a professional, my wife was still quite happy. After all, she had worked so hard for me, and I had shown her gratitude and taken action. Women are so emotional; as long as you treat them well, they'll do anything.
Then I said to my wife, "Dad, I don't know what a good idea is. Those novels online aren't very helpful, except maybe during sex. What should we do?"
My wife said, "All you do is have sex. It's more important to know what Dad is thinking. Communicating with him isn't as important as communicating with him face-to-face or via text. But we still need to communicate!"
Suddenly, I had an idea, "Dad might still update his diary, but we still have a tool. I wrote down Dad's QQ number; could we think of that?"
My wife said, "That's something to consider, but how do we add him? Whose QQ should we use, or a stranger's? But what method should we use?"
Then we spent a long time that evening discussing this issue—what QQ to use to add Dad. Actually, it wasn't about the QQ number, but about the method.
My wife went to take care of the children, while I created two new QQ accounts as backups. I added Dad's QQ to my own and my wife's accounts, but not the new ones. Then I called Dad and told him we were adding him through our QQ.
This way, we could chat with Dad online and know his online status.
The new QQ account was a backup, to be used when needed.
However, after discussing it for a long time, we still couldn't reach a conclusion. We decided to think it over; it seemed this matter couldn't be resolved quickly, and the progress we'd made in the past two days was already significant, so further planning was needed.
We discussed it until very late, and discovered that my father didn't log off until 11 pm. It seemed he really went to bed late. We were both exhausted, so we went to sleep together.
We didn't make love tonight, perhaps because we were tired, or perhaps because of the intense stimulation of the past few days, the fatigue after the passion.
Before sleeping, we kissed and expressed our gratitude for my wife's virtue and support, and then for loving each other. A feeling of happiness welled up inside us, and we fell asleep in each other's arms, feeling incredibly blissful.

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