Father and Xiaoying

My expectation that Xiaoying would enter my father's room was more of a hope, a pipe dream. I knew it was impossible; Xiaoying would never go to my father's room and have sex with him while I was home. But reality shattered my ideal. Xiaoying is now in my father's room, and it's not just a casual visit or something normal. In the dead of night, will they start making love? I can't believe it. Although I initially hoped, now that it's actually happened, I really can't believe it. I'd rather it be a drunken dream. Why is Xiaoying so bold tonight? Don't forget, I, her husband, am still home. Could Xiaoying really leave me in the bedroom while she goes off to have sex with another man? Where does that leave me, her husband? What happened? Maybe Xiaoying is drunk tonight. People get bolder when they're drunk, but my father is sober. He didn't drink a drop of alcohol at the dinner table tonight. I'm in the room next to theirs. Xiaoying has the guts, but does my father? Thinking of my father, I figured he'd definitely "send" Xiaoying over, because he'd be scared. I believed Xiaoying would come to our bedroom in no more than five minutes. I started timing Xiaoying on my phone, waiting for her to be "sent" by my father within those five minutes. But I was disappointed. Five minutes had passed, but Xiaoying hadn't come out of my father's bedroom. I hadn't even heard a sound from her. Had she gone to my father's bedroom to sleep with him? I imagined them embracing, doing nothing, just sleeping soundly. Was that possible? My body began to tremble with excitement. After all, this was the first time we'd been alone together at home, and the first time I'd been so close to what might have been sexual intimacy.
Time ticked by, and I grew increasingly anxious, afraid of missing something. I couldn't wait any longer. I tiptoed out of bed. Like Xiaoying, I went barefoot without slippers and slowly walked to our bedroom door. When I put my hand on the doorknob, I hesitated. If I opened the door, even if I was careful, it would still make a sound. What if Xiaoying and my father heard it? Wouldn't that alert them? Even if I opened the door without them noticing, what if they suddenly came out of their bedroom when I opened it? Would I have time to close the door then? Even if I could close the door instantly, the sound it made and the possibility of being discovered made me abandon the idea of opening the door. I pressed my ear against the door, wishing I could shove my head through it, maximizing my hearing. But besides the car horns outside, my own breathing, and my increasingly rapid heartbeat, I couldn't hear anything else. At that moment, I regretted installing such a soundproof door when we renovated the house. My body trembled uncontrollably, whether from anxiety or excitement, like someone stripped naked and thrown into freezing snow, shivering uncontrollably. I tried desperately to hear any clues from my father's side, but after a few minutes, I gave up; I couldn't hear anything. Was Xiaoying just keeping him company and sleeping? Or were they having a serious chat? Impossible; no one would believe that. A fire was slowly burning inside me, growing stronger with each passing moment. The silence from his side only fueled my anxiety, and sweat began to bead on my face. Finally, my desire overcame my reason. I decided to open the door, even if it was a gamble. I placed my hand on the doorknob, my entire body tense. I moved slowly and carefully, gently pressing down the handle. A very soft "click" sound came from behind. I knew the lock was open. The moment that sound was heard, I froze, even breathing. I waited and waited, but still no sound from my father's side. I let out a long sigh of relief; thankfully, I hadn't been discovered. The lock was open; things would be much easier now. I gently opened the door. The air in the living room rushed in. Although I'd done this countless times before—walking from the bedroom to the living room—tonight's experience was particularly unforgettable and thrilling. I peered into the living room, straining my ears to hear. The only barrier was the doorway to my father's bedroom. But after listening for a while, I still heard nothing. Had Xiaoying not gone to my father's bedroom? Was I mistaken? Or were Xiaoying and my father making love, but without making a sound?
Driven by intense curiosity and emboldened by alcohol, I stealthily made my way to my father's bedroom. Barefoot, without slippers, I moved silently. Like a thief, I moved stealthily, my feet barely touching the floor. "Ah!" A single sound made me stop abruptly. That deliberately suppressed yet incredibly alluring sound acted like a tranquilizer, instantly silencing me, leaving me speechless and bewildered. At the same time, it was like a hammer shattering my dream mirror, a knife plunged into my heart. It was Xiaoying's moan, the first sound I heard in my father's bedroom that night. I remained motionless in the living room, frozen in my initial movement. After that first moan, a continuous stream of "uh-huh, ah" moans began to drift through the doorway. If it had only been the first sound, I might have doubted my hearing, but this persistent, rhythmic moaning told me that the two people in my father's bedroom had begun. My father's 22-centimeter-long penis was deeply inserted into Xiaoying's vagina, constantly moving in and out of her honeypot with her juices, engaging in the most primal form of intercourse for the purpose of procreation. Along with Xiaoying's moans came the father's muffled breathing and panting. From their sounds, I could tell that although they were having frenzied intercourse, they were deliberately suppressing their moans and breathing, trying to keep the noise as low as possible. If I hadn't opened the bedroom door and gone into the living room, I probably wouldn't have heard these sounds at all. The two people having intercourse in my father's bedroom were constantly emitting sounds of extreme sexual pleasure, sounds filled with satisfaction and ecstasy. It was clear that they hadn't made love in a long time; like dry tinder meeting a raging fire, their moans connected and mingled, burning fiercely. Why? Wife, didn't you promise yourself in your diary to sever your ambiguous relationship with your father? Why did you suddenly break your promise tonight, and even choose to have sex with your father while I was at home? When you're having sex right now, your mind is definitely filled with thoughts of your father, after all, it's your father's penis inside you, not me. But is there even a hint of me in your mind? I started moving, my heart filled with incredibly complex emotions, continuing towards my father's bedroom. With each step, the sounds of their lovemaking drew closer, amplified. The sounds of my father and Xiaoying making love were like a demonic chant, swirling in my ears and stealing my thoughts, leaving me like a walking corpse. Finally, I reached my father's bedroom door. I stood there, looking at that familiar yet utterly strange door. Behind it, my father and my beloved wife were having sex. This was the first time I had ever been so close to them. I wish tonight were a dream, I wish the people in it weren't my father and Xiaoying, but those incredibly pleasurable moans kept shattering my self-comfort. The Simmons mattress creaked and groaned, the soft, muffled yet resolute sounds of flesh colliding, my father's deep, deliberately suppressed breathing, Xiaoying's breaths coming in through her open mouth, and her occasional, suppressed moans of pleasure. The two in the room kept their voices to a minimum, yet within that quiet atmosphere, they were enjoying the most frenzied and stimulating sexual intercourse. Listening to the sounds of intercourse emanating from inside, I stared at my father's bedroom door, my gaze fixed on the doorknob. If I placed my hand on it now, pressed down gently, and pushed the door open, I was certain I would immediately see my father and Xiaoying's naked bodies, their genitals intertwined. But did I have the courage? Opening my father's bedroom door was different from opening my own. I had opened my own door without my father and Xiaoying noticing, but if I opened my father's door now, it would definitely alert the two making love. If I opened the door, everything would be over. How would I clean up the mess? This was the first time I had truly heard Xiaoying and my father making love, and the two of them were only a door away from me. Unlike the sounds I'd heard in security camera footage before, this time the sounds were so real. The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, caught in the act of lovemaking, certainly had no idea that their son and husband were listening to their lovemaking right outside their bedroom door. This "third party" was at a loss for words, unsure whether to laugh or cry. My body was numb; was the alcohol kicking in again? I didn't have the courage to open the door and watch my father and Xiaoying's live broadcast. Tonight, hearing their lovemaking so closely for the first time was already a major breakthrough for me. I'd just wait for the recording to air tomorrow. I tried to move towards the room; what if they caught me while showering after their lovemaking? That would be hilarious. But as soon as I moved, I realized my legs were numb. I'd been focusing all my senses on my hearing; I hadn't even noticed when my legs went numb. Just as I was about to move, the couple in my father's bedroom stopped. I had to stop. Had they heard me? Had I been discovered? I listened intently to the sounds inside, motionless. I heard the two inside stop having sex, and then someone got out of bed. I heard footsteps on the floor, then the footsteps moved towards the door. I knew the person inside was heading for the door. My nerves were on edge; every hair on my body stood on end. I was doomed. They were coming out. Even rushing to my own bedroom was too late. If I moved quickly, it would make a loud noise, and that would be the same as being caught when the door opened. The footsteps in my father's bedroom grew closer and closer to the door, finally stopping there. I waited for the door to open. I was ready to face my father and Xiaoying's "judgment."
[The End]

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