Filial Piety of the Wife (Part 4)

Chapter 4: The Beginning
A joyful and happy conversation, every moment when two eyes meet, when two hearts completely communicate, the fusion of bodies is a sublimation.
We talked for a long time and decided on our plan.
During a heart-to-heart exchange, we kissed.
Although we had done it that morning, the fusion of bodies after this heart-to-heart seemed inevitable.
A deep kiss after the embrace, coupled with the mutual caresses of our hands, our tongues exploring each other's, sometimes forcefully, sometimes gently, stroking every inch of each other's skin, like two people who hadn't made love in a long time, yearning for each other's bodies.
I gently stroked my wife's face, looking into her eyes, looking directly into each other's eyes, listening to each other's breathing for a few seconds, even feeling the rhythm of our heartbeats. Without needing to search, I thrust forward, entering my wife's body naturally and tacitly, rising with her body. I
began rhythmic thrusting, my hands stroking my wife's face always gentle, while the rhythm of my lower body gradually increased.
My wife's feelings grew stronger and stronger, and as I kissed her, she turned to the side, becoming the one on top.
She kissed my lips, then propped herself up, her penis still inside me, binding us together.
My wife began to slowly thrust her hips, gradually increasing the speed. As her movements quickened, her long hair swayed, and her breasts bounced irregularly, creating alluring waves.
My hands supported her hips, helping her to thrust faster, and her vaginal lubrication increased, I felt it flowing down my thighs.
Her moans grew louder.
Suddenly, my wife grabbed one of my hands and placed it on her breast, gesturing for me to knead it harder. I knew she needed more stimulation.
So, I squeezed her breasts hard with both hands simultaneously. My
wife enjoyed it immensely, bracing herself against my legs with both hands, arching her back, her breasts thrusting higher, and her lower body increasing the frequency of her thrusts, the sounds of our bodies colliding growing louder.
My wife hadn't had such passionate lovemaking in a long time; I felt this was largely due to our conversation earlier, which had provided a significant psychological stimulus.
Perhaps one day, my wife will perform the same passionate acts on my father. I dare not delve too deeply into this thought, yet it is something I am pushing forward.
I don't know how to face this problem. If only it could be like reading a novel or watching a pornographic film.
As I pondered this, my wife's body suddenly leaned towards me, and with a cry of "Ah...ah...", her vagina contracted rhythmically, and a gush of fluid spurted out.
My wife reached orgasm so easily again, and in less than two days, she had orgasmed all three times during sex.
Was it due to prolonged physical unsatisfaction, or the stimulation within her heart? Her heaving chest against mine, her breasts felt like massage balls of flesh, soft and elastic, giving me a very comfortable feeling.
After my wife calmed down a little, I began to thrust my penis upwards again. My wife's breathing, which had just calmed, became rapid again, and when I tried to lift her up, she seemed to have lost her strength. I sat up, holding her, facing her, then crossed our legs, me on the bottom, her on top, and began to thrust my hips back and forth. Although it couldn't be too vigorous... The movement was intense, but it allowed me to kiss my wife's lips, and her breasts bounced against my chest, feeling incredibly good.
After a few thrusts, another warm rush surged through my penis; she had another orgasm. This time, however, she rested her head on my shoulder, hugged me tightly, and bit down hard on my shoulder. It was a really hard bite; if I weren't still inside her, I would have pushed her away. I didn't push her away, but gritted my teeth and continued thrusting. A while after her orgasm subsided, when she stopped biting me, I ejaculated. Then came a tight embrace, our fluids completely mixing in her vagina, our bodies almost merging together.
When everything calmed down, we kissed, showered together, and then went back to bed.
I asked her why she bit me.
Her answer was, "You should know! Hehe, let's sleep." Then she took my hand, wrapped her arms around me, pressed her back against me, closed her eyes, and fell asleep. Should I have known? How could I have known? Could it be…? It dawned on me; she must have realized that soon another man would enter her body—a shy, coquettish way of saying it.
I kissed her back, then held her and closed my eyes to sleep.
Regardless of how the plan went, I had accomplished something, which brought me some comfort.
I slowly drifted off to sleep, and it seemed I had a dream. In my dream, Lili, in a white dress, walked barefoot on the beach, skipping and hopping, a radiant smile on her face. The few people on the beach were all captivated by her beauty. They gathered around her, their hands dirty, staining her white dress.
Li Li, however, remained smiling brightly. I seemed to be one of them, or perhaps not; I couldn't tell.
I woke up without warning, only knowing it was a dream.
It was still dark, Li Li was still asleep. I got up to use the bathroom, then went to the bedside and tried to sleep, trying not to think about the dream or the plans for tomorrow. But I tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep. As dawn approached,
I fell asleep again, this time without dreaming.
Hearing a soft call, I opened my eyes and saw Li Li looking at me, as if she wanted to say something.
"It's dawn, get up, I'm going out," my wife said.
I said, "Go ahead, why do you need permission?"
My wife said, "Oh!" seemingly disappointed.
I remembered; today was the day to execute the plan. According to our plan, we would proceed step by step, comprehensively, and today was the first step.
I quickly pulled my wife aside and said, "Honey, let's go!" "Give me a kiss!"
My wife's face flushed slightly with shyness. Then she got up and put on the spaghetti strap nightgown she often wore before my father moved in.
It was a tiny spaghetti strap nightgown, just past her hips, with two straps at the top and a low neckline that revealed almost half of her breasts.
After thinking for a while, she put on a bra instead. Her panties were the kind of lace panties she had already put on. This bra was unplanned.
I said, "Shouldn't you wear a bra?"
My wife said, "I feel like it's too embarrassing to do this the first time. Will it bother Dad? Didn't you say we should take it slow? I think we should wear a little more, maybe that slightly see-through, sleeveless nightgown."
I thought my wife had a point. My father living in our house already affected our lives, and if we acted rashly, it would make him uncomfortable.
I said, "Okay, but don't wear a bra."
But my wife put on that white, slightly see-through long dress-style nightgown and ran out, leaving her bra on.
I think she did it on purpose; it seems our plan for this morning won't work.
The dress wasn't very see-through; you couldn't see anything unless you looked closely, and the light affected the view. Even if you could see through it, you could only see the outline of my wife's black bra and black stockings; nothing else.
Sigh, a bad start.
I got up; it was just a normal morning. Dad was on the balcony looking at the plants, my wife was preparing breakfast in the kitchen, and I checked on the children; they were still sleeping.
I went over to talk to my father for a bit, but I still felt a little uneasy, since I'd been thinking and discussing getting my wife and father to have sex for the past few days.
After a few casual words, I went to the kitchen to get my wife breakfast, and she went to take care of the children. Then I sat down at the table to eat.
Since our jobs are relatively easy, we have quite a bit of free time in the mornings. I eat breakfast first, then watch the baby. Before my wife goes to work, she feeds the baby, then pumps some milk and puts it in the refrigerator. We'll then take the baby to her parents' house.
When my wife comes out with the baby, I take the baby and let my wife sit down to eat breakfast. My father also comes to the table to eat breakfast at this time.
This is usually how it is every day, but today my wife and I had a different idea.
My wife's face was a little red, and she lowered her head. Suddenly, she looked up and remembered she had to serve my father some porridge, so she handed him the bowl. But whether intentionally or unintentionally, their hands touched. My father didn't seem to notice, but my wife's face turned even redder.
My father looked at my wife and said, "Xiao Li, why is your face so red? Are you sick?"
My wife said, "No. It's probably from being busy this morning!"
I watched from the side, finding it quite amusing; a guilty conscience naturally shows on one's face.
After quickly finishing our breakfast, my wife and I took the baby to her parents' house and then went to work.
Just as we were leaving, my father called us back. "Ruiyang, Lili, don't forget about the milk!"
My wife and I heard this, but we were both preoccupied and couldn't recall what milk we were talking about. I asked, "What milk?"
My father blurted out, "The baby's milk, Lili's milk!" He still hadn't thought it through. As soon as he said it, Lili's face turned bright red.
He hadn't meant it, but he seemed a little embarrassed now that it was out in the open.
I quickly grabbed the milk from the refrigerator, and Lili and I practically fled.
In the car, we started laughing. Lili, her face flushed, glared at me as if she wanted to devour me.
After settling the baby at her house, in the car, Lili started pinching me, and no amount of pleading worked.
I said, "It's not my fault!"
Lili said, "If it's not yours, whose is it? If it wasn't your suggestion, would I be so embarrassed? Humph, I'm going to strangle you!" And so, another round of pinching ensued, leaving several more bruises on my body.
After the car started moving, Lili and I both quieted down, each lost in our own thoughts.
Could today's events be a sign of the beginning, or perhaps this whole affair is already predetermined? Although I don't believe in these things, coincidences do happen all the time.
After dropping Li Li off, we went to work.
While at work, Li Li sent me a WeChat message: "Honey, is this really okay? It's so awkward!" It seems Li Li still hasn't truly made up her mind.
"Wife," I replied, "we've already explained why we're doing this. So, how about we treat it as an exploration? Exploring the unknown territories of our sex life? Maybe when we actually take that step, we'll both enjoy it. If we truly enjoy this passion, perhaps we'll take even bigger steps!"
Li Li sent a grimacing emoji, expressing her dissatisfaction.
I, in turn, pressed my advantage, sending her and me a grinning emoji.
“Although we’ve talked a lot, there are some things we can’t say face-to-face. How about we agree to communicate via text messages? We can say anything there. Once we’re used to it, we can say anything face-to-face too. But we agree not to get angry because of the content of our conversations.”
Li Li replied with an “Mm!”
I continued, “I read a few novels about cuckoldry the other day, the kind about men who want to watch their wives have sex with other men. I don’t think I have that kind of fantasy. But I want to slowly cultivate that fantasy, because if I don’t develop that feeling, and you actually have sex with my father, I might not be able to accept it!”
Li Li sent a red face emoji, then waited a while before sending a message: “Actually, after you first told me about it, I also read those kinds of novels, and the incest novels you mentioned. Although I can’t completely accept it, I’m not entirely opposed to it either. I’m not a chaste woman. Over the years, you and I have tried many things in our lovemaking, and we’ve tried quite a few different approaches, so I hope this is something we can try. But, can we handle the moral and ethical issues well?” Li Li’s question is actually our biggest problem; finding the right balance is extremely difficult. “
We live in our own family. Unless we tell others, who would know?”
I don’t know if Lili can accept this statement, or if I can accept it.
Lili sent an “Oh,” without comment.
Then, we discussed which pajamas she should wear when we got home that evening. We
got off work quickly, but unexpectedly, it started raining. We didn’t have umbrellas, and I knew Lili didn’t either. I drove to pick Lili up. The
underground parking garage was fine, but when we got home, the rain still hadn’t stopped. We waited a while, hoping it would stop before getting out of the car, but it just wouldn’t stop; the rain seemed endless.
My father called, saying he saw our car downstairs and asked if we didn’t have umbrellas, offering to bring us some.
We disagreed; his foot wasn’t fully healed yet. So we quickly… I ran home in the rain, afraid he might slip and fall, making his injury even worse.
I ran to open the door for Li Li, used my briefcase to shield her head, and then helped her run home.
Although it was only a dozen meters, we were both soaked through because of the heavy rain.
Once inside, I noticed that Li Li's thin clothes clung to her body, her black bra and lace panties clearly visible.
Suddenly, an idea struck me, and I looked at Li Li.
She was still wiping the water from her face. Seeing me not moving, she looked up and met my gaze, then glanced at her clothes. The milky-white fabric was barely visible when not clinging to her body, but when wet, it clung to her skin, revealing her beautiful curves, and was practically transparent.
She looked into my eyes, knew what I was thinking, blushed, and said, "What are you thinking? Give me your clothes!"
I said, "My clothes are wet too, they're useless to you. Besides, I can't just stand shirtless in the hallway, let's go inside. Isn't this an opportunity? A golden opportunity!"
Li Li pouted a little angrily, but I guess it was fake.
Then we walked home. I grabbed her arm and said, "Father's probably waiting for us at the door. Take my bag and hand it to him, try to let him see your body."
When I said "see his body," my throat tightened for some reason, like I suddenly felt thirsty.
I should wait a bit longer before going up, to create more opportunities for them, so I said, "I'm going to the storage room to get something, try to stay in front of him as long as possible."
Li Li blushed and didn't say anything. When I gave her the briefcase, I kissed her forehead, as encouragement.
I felt her trembling slightly, I didn't know if it was from the cold from being wet, or from the flutter in her heart.
Watching Li Li walk onto the elevator, I stared as it ascended to the 8th floor and stopped. I imagined Li Li stepping out, taking out her keys to open the door, her father opening the door, and then seeing Li Li soaking wet… My breathing quickened, my heart tightened, my throat was dry, and I hesitated at the elevator entrance.
Five minutes passed, which felt like an eternity. I pressed the elevator button, went inside, and arrived at my front door, listening for any sounds inside. There was no sound, so I unlocked the door.
My father was watching TV on the sofa. I said to him, “I’m home!” He didn’t look at me as usual, just gave a brief reply; something must have happened.
My tension and anticipation intensified. I went to the master bathroom, where my wife was drying herself with a towel.
Her smooth back and pert buttocks made me want to touch her. She said, “Don’t move, I’m drying my hair! Hurry up and change.”
I said, “Okay, let’s change together. Tell me what happened.”
My wife said, “Nothing happened.”
I frowned and approached her. "I won't let you get dressed until you tell me."
I don't know why I wanted to know the details, but I just wanted to know, and I was a little expectant, hoping something would happen.
My wife blushed and said, "I came in, and just as I was about to open the door, Dad opened it. I wanted to go in, but he had some kind of difficulty moving around, so he froze for a few seconds."
We all knew that the father was staring at my wife. Although it was a cloudy day, the hallway lights were light- and sound-activated, so they were on. My wife's black bra only covered most of her breasts, revealing a deep cleavage and perky nipples, which probably immediately caught the father's eye. I guess any man would be stunned in that situation.
I didn't interrupt her, and she continued, "Then, I called out 'Dad,' told him to go to the storage room to get something, handed him my bag, and asked him to take it down so I could change my shoes. He moved aside, and then I closed the door and changed my shoes! After I got up, he put down his bag and went to watch TV, telling me to quickly dry myself off from the rain and be careful not to catch a cold."
I said, "You closed the door, and he didn't leave immediately? If you had your back to him, he could see you. You bent over to change your shoes? Couldn't he see your butt from behind?"
My wife blushed, lowered her head, and forgot to continue drying herself, as if she was also thinking back.
Yes, that way, he could see her entire buttocks; her black lace panties only covered a tiny bit of her buttocks.
My wife whimpered, "I even took off my stockings before I got up."
"Ah, then Father watched for a long time!" I said.
The problem now is that the father must have seen his wife's soaking wet body. Although her breasts were mostly covered by a black bra and her lower body by black stockings, her entire body, curves, nipples, and even her buttocks—especially her pert buttocks—were all visible to him. Even through the thin silk dress, the close fit made her look even more sexy.
Any man with experience knows what it feels like when a woman bends down in front of you, her buttocks facing you.
That visual impact is unbearable for any man, and even a father facing his daughter-in-law would likely find it hard to look away.
My wife stood there, head bowed, her face flushed, and I stared back at her, equally stunned. We were both replaying the scene in our minds. It
had happened so unexpectedly, without any prelude or preparation.
My wife was probably feeling the same way I was—embarrassed, regretful, and a little excited.
How would she face her father later? Although we had planned for something similar to happen, the fact that it had actually occurred made her feel nervous, embarrassed, and perhaps even a little thrilled.
The father, who had always tried to avoid this awkward situation, still found himself in it. Even when living with his son and daughter-in-law, he knew he should try to prevent similar incidents from happening, but it still occurred.
What was he thinking? Did he feel embarrassed?

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