Filial Piety of the Wife (Part 5)

Chapter 5 The Night Banquet
"Achoo!" A sneeze pulled Li Li and me back to reality. My soaked clothes gave me the appearance of a cold. My wife and I both realized we needed to change quickly, and I took off my clothes.
My wife took the initiative to wipe my body. Although we had faced each other countless times, every time I was like this with my wife, I felt her body was so beautiful.
My wife gently wiped every inch of my body, and I took a towel to help her dry her hair; long hair is really hard to dry.
When she was drying my hair, she had to lean forward as much as possible, her breasts resting against my chest.
I still don't understand why my wife's breasts feel different when they touch me.
Is this how all men and women feel? When we first faced each other naked like this, my penis would definitely be erect, but after a few years, especially around the time of childbirth, it wasn't like that anymore, perhaps because we were too familiar with each other.
But today, for some reason, my penis was hard again, touching my wife's lower abdomen.
My wife looked down at my penis in surprise, first with confusion, then blushing and lowering her head shyly, only looking at my chest.
I felt that she shared my understanding. Although I repeatedly emphasized that I had no cuckoldry tendencies, knowing that just less than ten minutes ago, my wife's body had been seen by another man, and by her own father no less—not completely naked, but the close-fitting transparency and the outline of her underwear and panties—was even more alluring.
The throbbing in my heart easily transformed into other emotions; the accelerated heartbeat inevitably led to a surge of blood, resulting in an erection.
I pulled my wife closer, lowered my head, and kissed her lips. She didn't resist, and then we caressed each other, kissing each other.
Passion surged again. When my hand explored my wife's labia, they were clearly wet. My wife and I both paused simultaneously, realizing that it wasn't just me who had been stimulated; my wife had also reacted.
I turned my wife around, and she, understanding, leaned over the washbasin, and I supported her buttocks from behind.
Why this position? My wife and I have such a tacit understanding; we both understand. It's because my wife's father just saw her like this. He was right behind her, and now I'm behind her. I'm holding my penis, aiming it at her vaginal opening, and thrusting it all the way in.
But the scene from earlier keeps replaying in my mind: my father seeing his daughter-in-law soaked through, her clothes clinging to her body, seemingly seeing her delicate skin, her black lingerie barely covering half of her breasts, those huge breasts, the deep cleavage, and the prominent nipples…
And when she changed her shoes, he even saw her full buttocks. If she weren't his daughter-in-law, would he have violated her?
These are just my thoughts. What is my father thinking? What is my wife thinking? Is she also thinking that her father-in-law was looking at her body, and now her husband is penetrating her? Maybe one day her father-in-law will penetrate her like this? My thoughts roamed freely, unconstrained, while my wife's moans rose in waves beneath me. Because the bedroom and bathroom doors were closed, and my father was watching TV, they wouldn't hear, so my wife moaned with relaxed abandon.
I thrust in and out vigorously, my hands gripping my wife's buttocks, pulling her back and forth. The sounds of our bodies colliding echoed in the bathroom.
It had been a long time since I'd thrust so wildly.
I don't know what influenced me, but after less than ten minutes, I felt like I was about to ejaculate. My wife probably sensed my arousal, letting out a few more powerful cries, then thrusting her ample buttocks back forcefully, gripping my penis tightly with her vagina—she knew I liked this.
I thrust a few more times, collapsing onto my wife's back, and ejaculated my hot semen.
We caught our breath briefly, but because we had to pick up the children and cook, there wasn't much time for tenderness before we quickly started getting dressed.
When my wife was about to put on her pajamas, she tried to repeat her actions from the morning, but I refused.
I gave her two choices: the tank top or the other tight-fitting one.
The first one would reveal half of her breasts and only cover a little bit of her buttocks.
The second one, while longer, above the knee, was somewhat see-through, and most importantly, it was tight-fitting; without a bra, her nipples would be very noticeable.
My wife, citing the previous incident as an excuse, said her father wouldn't accept so much and refused to wear that. I knew she was afraid of going too far; after all, she had always been a dutiful, sensible, and obedient daughter-in-law in her father's eyes. Wearing that, given the situation, she feared her father would be angry.
I was also hesitant. What if my father couldn't accept it and said we weren't mindful of our image or disrespected him?
But were these just excuses? I didn't want to give us two excuses, so I forced her to choose.
She said she had to pick up the child. I said I would pick her up after the rain stopped.
My wife hesitated, blushing, then looked at me with pleading eyes.
I firmly refused to give her or me a chance to back down.
So, my wife reluctantly chose the longer pink nightgown. She knew I wouldn't let her wear a bra with either of them. She knew I wanted her to offer her breasts to Dad.
However, she still chose something subtly revealing, rather than a tank top where her entire breasts would be visible with a slight tilt of her head.
We hadn't considered underwear yet. If Dad saw her breasts, she could explain it away as being uncomfortable after a long day. But without underwear, there was no excuse; it would just be seen as lewd.
And would Dad accept that? Just as my wife was putting on her underwear and the pink nightgown, preparing to leave, we heard a knock at the door. My parents-in-law had come to drop off the baby. My wife quickly put on a regular nightgown and we went to pick up the child.
Apparently, as soon as the rain stopped, my parents-in-law rushed to bring the baby, afraid it would rain again and they wouldn't be able to pick him up. After
dropping off the baby, they exchanged a few pleasantries with my father and us before leaving. They seemed to have other things to do at home and didn't stay for dinner.
My wife took the baby and went to breastfeed.
I went to cook. My father didn't come to help with the vegetables or anything; he just watched TV in the living room. I wondered if he was a little embarrassed.
Suddenly, I wondered if my wife would still be wearing the same outfit I'd chosen earlier when she came out. Probably not. First, she probably felt awkward wearing it while I wasn't there; second, my father had seen her wearing another one, so changing wouldn't seem right. Just as I was absentmindedly cooking one dish and preparing the next, my wife came out.
Head down, holding the baby. And she was wearing the pajamas I'd asked her to choose!
I smiled, not sure if I was genuinely happy, but my wife's reaction was definitely beyond my expectations.
My wife walked over, and I could clearly see the bulge in her breasts. Because she was breastfeeding, her breasts, already a D-cup, were now even more swollen, almost bursting open her clothes, and her nipples were very prominent.
I exclaimed "Wow!" softly, but my wife heard me. She looked up, glared at me, and turned to leave. I knew she was going to change, because she knew why I'd said "Wow."
I quickly grabbed her, trying to stop her. I said, "Honey, you're so sexy!" As soon as I said it, I regretted it; I was making her back down.
Lili then started to walk back, and I quickly grabbed her, pleading.
She blushed for a moment, then asked me to take the baby; she wanted to cook.
A thought struck me, and I said, "I'll do it, you rest. Or you can give the baby to Dad and come over, we can cook together."
My wife glared at me again, seeing through my scheme. She insisted on not leaving, determined to give me the baby.
I whispered in her ear, "Dad's going to see this sooner or later. If he comes over for dinner and sees me here, it might be even more awkward!"
I reached for the child, but my wife didn't follow. She glanced at the living room and then walked over. She walked slowly, but it's a small space, and she quickly reached the edge of the living room. Then she said, "Dad, watch the child for a bit. Ruiyang and I are going to cook. It's getting late."
My father, of course, said "Okay" and prepared to take the child. But for another ten seconds or so, there was no sound from the living room except for the television.
After a while, Lili rushed back, her face flushed.
I quickly asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?"
Lili just kept blushing and didn't say anything.
Had something happened? I was so anxious, but Lili just wouldn't say anything! I could only cook with her, but she didn't speak either, unlike before. Moreover, she seemed distracted, and her expression kept changing.
Suddenly, Li Li looked up and beckoned me over. I leaned in, thinking she was going to whisper something, but she grabbed my ear and whispered, "Are you satisfied now? Dad saw it! I saw him blush, then lower his head and almost forgot to pick up the child. I put the child next to him before he realized. Now you're embarrassed, aren't you? What will Dad think of me? It's all your fault!"
She tightened her grip on my ear, and I didn't dare yell. I just held onto her hand and begged for mercy. I tried to comfort her and myself, saying, "Dad might not have seen that!" But
as soon as I said it, I realized how stupid I'd been, bringing up things I shouldn't have. And so, my ear was cruelly pulled even harder. My
wife let go of my ear and asked, "Will Dad think I'm indecent? Will he think I'm not a good woman?"
Honestly, I had no idea the answer. All I could do was comfort my wife. "No, Dad knows you well. You're a filial and sensible daughter-in-law. He likes you very much!"
However, we didn't know how my father would react to our seduction plan. We needed to find out what he thought.
My wife let me go and continued cooking. We quickly prepared several dishes.
Then, we invited my father to eat. My wife was holding the baby. I wanted to hold the baby, but she wouldn't.
I thought maybe she wanted the baby to cover her nipples.
My father, on the other hand, ate with his head down.
Since this was an opportunity, why not strike while the iron was hot? I knew I couldn't give my wife, myself, or my father a chance to catch their breath.
So I said, "Dad, let's have a couple of drinks. We haven't had any for days."
My father agreed without saying anything.
I poured half a glass of baijiu (Chinese liquor) for my father and me. It was a medicinal wine that my father-in-law had given my father to strengthen bones and improve blood circulation.
After a few sips, we started chatting, and the awkwardness at the beginning of the meal gradually disappeared.
I have a low alcohol tolerance; I felt dizzy after only half a glass, but my father's tolerance was quite good. However, after drinking, we became more talkative.
We chatted about the past, about our current jobs, just ordinary family conversation. We relaxed, and my wife relaxed too, no longer looking down, no longer preoccupied with the child or covering her chest.
I inadvertently noticed her nipples were particularly prominent on that round, fleshy mound. I glanced at my father out of the corner of my eye; I'm sure he didn't look directly, but he definitely saw it.
And, the child was in my wife's arms—a miscalculation on her part. Because the child was always the focus, we all looked at the child, and naturally, we glanced at her chest as well.
And the child, nestled in her arms, seemed to smell the milk and was used to his mother's embrace, even occasionally touching my wife's breasts with his little hands.
My wife didn't seem to notice, but as for me and my father—at least I think my father felt something, because his eyes kept darting away—because he had something to hide and couldn't look directly at her.
But alcohol always has an unexpected effect.
Just as we were chatting enthusiastically about the children, my father blurted out, "Ruiyang, you used to be naughty in your mother's arms too, always touching her everywhere!"
Normally, this wouldn't be a big deal; it would be a perfectly normal statement.
But today was different. My wife and I had those kinds of thoughts, and my father had seen my wife's firm body, her underwear, and her full buttocks. So, today, his words carried a different meaning.
We were all stunned.
My wife blushed, and my father and I were already red from the alcohol.
It seems that having inappropriate thoughts leads to blushing and embarrassment.
I quickly racked my brains for a way to ease the awkwardness.
I decided to break the silence first. "Can't it be like me? Your grandson, my son! Hehe."
Still awkward, I changed the subject. "Dad, how's your leg? I see you can walk now!"
My father cleared his throat and said, "It's almost healed, but I'm still a little hesitant to move it; my ankle feels a bit heavy."
I said, "Hmm, much better, but you still need to be careful not to overexert yourself. I'll apply some safflower oil to it starting tomorrow. Then I'll massage it a bit to help with circulation."
My father agreed.
Just then, the child suddenly coughed a few times, making all three of us quite nervous. It's unavoidable these days; even the slightest thing that happens to a child can cause a stir for the whole family.
Actually, he had just choked on some water. He needed a back pat.
So, my wife naturally stood up, placed the child's head on her left shoulder, supported it with her hand, and then gently patted his back with her right hand, accompanied by a slight shaking of his body.
This is a gesture that any parent would do.
But then something unexpected happened. Her right breast, without the support of a bra, was jiggling violently. Since we were looking at the child, we could also see this jiggling breast.
I didn't look away, and when I glanced at my father out of the corner of my eye, he seemed to have just lowered his head; I was sure he saw it.
After eating for a while, the child seemed sleepy, so my wife took the child back to the bedroom to put him to sleep.
My father and I continued drinking a few more glasses; my wife would probably come out for dinner later.
She's a slow eater, and she had to take care of the child earlier.
About twenty minutes later, my wife came out. This time, without the child, her nipples were even more prominent, and she seemed to be deliberately trying not to make them protrude, making her walk a little awkward.
But she quickly came over and sat down. Because we have those dining chairs, her breasts were just above the table, which was quite a sight.
In the past, I would have immediately grabbed them. But I couldn't today, because my father was there.
When my father saw Li Li arrive, he said to us, "Raising children is the hardest job for women. Ruiyang, you need to help Li Li more, don't always slack off."
I agreed, but also argued, "I'm doing fine, I cook!"
My father continued, "Cooking is nothing. It's just a small part of housework, you should take on more."
I said "Oh," and then wondered how I could find out my father's reaction to Li Li's provocation.
Emboldened by alcohol, I asked my father, "Dad, how did you manage to take care of me all by yourself, being both father and mother? What did you do when you were suffering? Who did you talk to?"
My father seemed quite moved and said, "Me? Although I'm a roughneck, I did go to school. I wrote in my diary every day."
I remembered, my father had a box that I had never opened. Could it be that his diaries from all those years were somewhere? My father wasn't actually a roughneck. I remember when I was little, I even saw articles published by my father in newspapers.
I asked, "Dad, do you still remember? I think you even wrote and published an article back then!"
My wife looked up at her father and said, "Dad, that's amazing!" Her tone returned to what it was before the awkwardness, like a conversation between a father and his daughter.
My father thought for a moment and then said, "I still write. That article? It's been a long, long time, just in a small newspaper. Now I've innovated my journal writing too; I write on the computer and post it online."
Immediately, my wife and I were filled with respect.
We never expected that our rugged-looking father would have such an artistic side, that he could use the internet, and even write blog posts or online diaries? Lili and I stared at our father. He smiled and said, "You underestimate me. I use our computer often, but lately my legs have been bothering me, so I haven't been able to use it for a while."
I never expected my father to have this side to him. It seems that I, who claim to be filial, still don't really understand my father.
To see my father's diary, I said, "Is this your blog or online diary? Can I take a look?"
My father replied, "You're a college student, don't you know this is privacy? My diary is encrypted; no one else should be able to see it!"
I said, "Oh, you're keeping it a secret? I can't even look?"
My father said, "There's nothing to see. I originally wanted to leave it to you as a keepsake after I'm gone, to show you how hard life is. Now it seems unnecessary; you two are both very good at managing your lives. Just consider it my usual way of venting!"
I realized that my father had probably written down all his feelings there. Perhaps this was a bridge to understanding my father's inner world and further fulfilling my filial duty, and also the best way to understand his reaction to Li Li's teasing and hints.
Getting the password shouldn't be difficult; after all, I'm a college graduate and a computer whiz who's played games.
Thinking these things, I looked at Li Li sitting opposite me. Then, a smile seemed to appear on my lips.
Li Li seemed to understand and lowered her head.
The meal took a while because my father and I drank. My father sat at the table between Lili and me, while Lili and I faced each other.
After dinner, my father wandered around the living room to digest, while Lili and I quickly tidied up, seemingly eager to get back to our bedroom.
Lili, on the other hand, ran between the balcony and the living room several times to clean the house.
Each time she returned, her face was flushed, because she had to walk past her father-in-law with her chest puffed out and nipples sticking out, and those beautiful breasts seemed to be beating particularly well that night.

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