The service of wife and daughter

When the clock struck 7:30, I took my daughter's hand and led her into the living room. Seeing no one there, I called out, "Hey! Time for school!"
"Okay!" my wife replied from my son's room, followed by the creaking of the bed and the slapping of slippers. I stared blankly at my son's closed door, hearing my wife urging softly, "Hurry, hurry..." and my son's soft, pleading "Mmm."
A moment later, the door opened, and my son dashed out like a whirlwind, saying, "Goodbye, Dad!" and running out with his schoolbag on his back. My daughter waved goodbye and followed.
Entering my son's room, I saw my wife, Shurong, sitting on his bed, slowly buttoning her clothes.
I sat down beside her, noticing her disheveled hair and flushed cheeks, and asked, "How was it? Did you touch it?" My wife nodded, without looking at me, and asked, "And you?"
I pulled my daughter's underwear and bra from my pocket, waved them in front of her, and smiled mysteriously. My wife slapped me and spat, "You lecherous bastard!"
I laughed and pressed her for details, but she pushed me away, saying, "I'm not telling you!" and got up and left. I didn't ask any more questions, put on my shoes, grabbed my bag
, and went to work. That evening, my wife didn't come home for dinner, so my daughter cooked and my son washed the dishes. After dinner, the two siblings did their homework obediently and went to bed. It was already midnight, and my wife still hadn't returned, so I sat in the living room smoking and watching TV, waiting for her.
My son had asked me why his mother wasn't home, and I said, "Mom has something to do and will be back later." He asked many times, and I gave the same answer each time, so he stopped asking.
Actually, I knew that my wife was currently dating Zhao, the new manager at her company, and their relationship was progressing rapidly. Tonight was the weekend, so of course she would be back late. Manager Zhao was a young man in his mid-twenties, only a few years out of college, tall, handsome, and decisive. Of course, I had never met him, only seen his picture. It was a photo of him and my wife.
It was 12:30, and my wife still hadn't returned, so I went back to my room, lay down, listened to music, and read a magazine. Suddenly, I remembered something, reached under my pillow, and sure enough, there was my wife's diary. I took it out and turned to the latest page, where today's date was written.
"June 5th, Saturday, sunny. This morning, Jian'er (note: my son) nursed me, touching my breasts as he ate. Jia Mei (note: my daughter) told me last night that her father touched her breasts. I told her, 'It's okay for your father to touch them once.' She didn't say anything more. I told her not to tell anyone, and she promised."
Just as I finished reading this, the doorbell rang, and I quickly got up to open the door. My wife stood outside, looked at me, and lowered her head.
"Why are you so late?" I asked. My wife bit her lip and didn't answer. I sensed something was amiss and said, "Aren't you coming in?" My wife then walked past me with her head down. I closed the door, and my wife went into the room.
"What's wrong? Jian'er asked several times why you were gone so long, and I told him you had something to do," I said to my wife.
My wife lowered her head and slowly took off her shoes without answering. As she started undressing, I asked again, "Aren't you going to wash your face?"
"I already did," she replied softly, glancing at me. "Not taking a bath?" I knew she had a habit of bathing before bed. "I already did," she said.
Full of suspicion, I closed the door and said, "Then go to sleep, it's late."
Lying down in bed, I hugged my wife and whispered, "So, where did you go today?" "The park."
"Oh." This was expected. My wife often met with Manager Zhao in the park. "What did you do?" I asked with interest.
"Just those things..." my wife seemed a little embarrassed.
I actually knew what "those things" meant. My wife had told me that two months ago, when Manager Zhao was first transferred here, he became interested in my wife. A month later, the two started going out for dinner frequently, followed by walks and dates.
About two weeks ago, my wife told me that Manager Zhao kissed her on the Lovers' Road by the sea. And just last weekend, the two kissed in the park, and Manager Zhao touched Shurong's breasts and buttocks. I asked her how she felt, but she wouldn't say.
"And then?" I asked again. My wife didn't answer. I pressed her repeatedly before she finally said, "Then, we went..." "Where?"
"The Pearl Hotel..." My wife's voice was so soft it was like a mosquito's buzz. "Where?" I didn't hear her clearly. "The Pearl Hotel..."
"Oh." Hearing that my wife and another man went to a hotel, my heart raced, and I couldn't help but hug her tighter: "And then?"
"He said he wanted to see the night view with me..." "Hmm," I thought it was just a lame excuse: "And then?" "He kissed me..."
"Hmm, go on." "He even touched me inappropriately," my wife blushed a little at this point: "How annoying!" "Oh, really annoying," I teased.
"Get lost!" My wife gently punched my aching chest. "Okay, okay, what happened next?" "I won't tell you." My wife said coquettishly. "Tell me!"
"I won't." "Please, tell me!" I hugged my wife and shook her repeatedly, making her giggle. "Then I went to take a shower," she said. "Hmm."
"He wants to shower too." "Hmm." "I didn't want him to come in, but he forced his way in." "Hmm." "I wanted to kick him out..."
"Okay, okay, I know, but you can't get rid of him, right?" I pouted and said, "And then?" My wife lowered her head and played with the buttons on my pajamas, not saying anything.
"You gave it to him?" My wife looked at me, then lowered her head again. "Did you?" I shook her.
My wife looked at me again, lowered her eyes, nodded gently, and then looked at me again. I didn't say anything for a long time, just looked at her.
"What's wrong? Do you mind?" my wife asked timidly. "No, I don't mind, not at all."
"No, you do mind," my wife kissed me, "You're jealous. I won't see him anymore." She leaned against my chest and gently stroked my face.
"No, I really don't mind, as long as you're happy." I said seriously. Actually, my heart was already filled with mixed feelings.
"I'm sorry, husband..." my wife kissed me apologetically.
The clock struck one o'clock in the morning, and we were still wide awake. With my comforting words and encouragement, my wife slowly opened up and truthfully recounted every detail of the evening.
"He first helped me lather with soap..." "He took the opportunity to grope me." "Mmm." "Then..." "Then he hugged me and said I was beautiful..."
"Then they started..."
"No!" My wife rolled her eyes at me. "He said I was different, that he noticed me the first time he came to the company. He was heartbroken to hear I had a husband." She smiled slightly as she said this.
Listening to my wife recount Manager Zhao's cheesy sweet talk with relish, I was quite impatient, but dared not interrupt her, so I patiently listened.
"He said: If I could be with you, I wouldn't hesitate to be disgraced, even killed by your husband." "Oh, so reckless," I replied lazily.
He said my figure was like a fairy's... Oh dear, how embarrassing, a fairy indeed... "My wife seemed very embarrassed; actually, she really does maintain a very good figure." Mmm. "I was almost too weak to speak, only managing an occasional hum in response. My wife talked on and on for what seemed like forever, then fell silent again.
'Why did you stop?' I asked. 'I'm done.' She buried her head in my chest. 'Finished?'
'You don't really mean it.' 'What else do you want to hear?' My wife looked at me reproachfully. 'And then what?' 'Then I went home,' my wife chuckled.
'You're kidding me!' I jumped up and playfully punched her, making her laugh until she couldn't breathe.
'Ouch! Help!' 'Will you tell me or not?' 'I'll tell you, I'll tell you…' 'Okay, go ahead.' I lay back down, waiting for my wife to catch her breath.
'Then, we did it in the bathroom…' 'How?' 'Just like that! What's there to ask!'"
“Tell me, I want to hear it.” I said in a sweet, coquettish voice. “Really want to hear it?” My wife raised an eyebrow. “Really.” “Don’t be angry
.” “Absolutely not!” “Swear!” “I swear!”
“Okay, then I’ll tell you.” My wife wrapped her arms around my neck and whispered in my ear, “He sat on the edge of the bathtub, and I sat on his lap, like this.”
“How did it feel?” “Not really.” “Liar!” “Really…” “What does his thing look like?”
“Hmm… longer than yours, and it goes in really deep…” “Was it comfortable?” “A little…” I don’t believe you! “Really, the first time was fine…”
“You two… did it twice!” “Hmm…” My wife blushed a little: “Later, we did it once in bed.” “Did you let him ejaculate inside?”
“Hmm… I told him not to…” My wife stammered: “But he wouldn’t listen…” “Then…” I felt extremely aroused, and my penis, which hadn’t been erect for a long time, also reached its peak.
“It’s okay, he took me to buy medicine.” "My wife said, getting up to reach for her backpack on the bedside table. She pulled out a box of birth control pills and showed it to me; there were two empty holes inside—they were emergency contraception pills.
I looked at them, took them, put them aside, and then pressed myself against my wife. My wife closed her eyes, I spread her legs, and inserted my penis all the way into her. My wife let out a soft moan, and I reached out and turned off the light…
The next morning we got up very late, and the children got up even later, so I had to go and wake them separately.
'Hey, the sun's already high in the sky!'" I patted my daughter's bottom. She rolled over, humming and ignoring me.
I lifted the sheet and stroked her developing body; she instinctively pushed me away. Taking advantage of her distraction, I pulled off her underwear. She let out a soft, coquettish scream and grabbed the sheet to cover herself.
Back in my room, my wife stood in front of the mirror in her underwear, combing her long, flowing hair. She looked even more beautiful than yesterday.
I showed her my daughter's underwear; she smiled, took it, hung it up on a hanger, and put it in our closet.
"Mom!" My daughter stood at the door, rubbing her eyes, her lower body wrapped in the sheet, complaining to her mother, "Dad stole my pants again!" "Hehe, it's alright, change into these." My wife took out the pair I had stolen the day before yesterday and handed them to my daughter.
My daughter hummed, took them, and sat on the edge of the bed to put them on. I went over and hugged her, and my wife smiled and went out. I heard her knock on my son's door, then go in and close the door, and then I felt relieved and started playing with my daughter.

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