I became the matchmaker between my father and wife.

(1) Thinking of
the saying that filial piety is the most important virtue, especially after becoming a parent myself, I can better appreciate how great my parents' love is.
You don't know the cost of firewood and rice until you support your family, and you don't know the kindness of your parents until you raise a child.
My name is Wang Jincheng. In the blink of an eye, I am already thirty years old. I have a kind and beautiful wife and a lovely three-year-old son.
The only regret is that when I was 26 years old, before I got married, my 48-year-old mother passed away from lymphoma, leaving me and my 50-year-old father behind, so that I didn't have time to fulfill my filial duties to my mother.
A year after my mother's death, I married my college classmate, Qu Ying, whom I had been dating for seven years. This temporarily eased the sad atmosphere in my family caused by my mother's death.
A year later, our son Hao Hao was born, bringing countless joys and sweetness to our family.
Because of my mother's death, I can only fulfill my filial duties to my 54-year-old father.
My father is a typical honest and kind man. He grew up in the countryside and is a simple farmer.
When I was in college, my father would go to the city to work after the busy farming season to earn extra money to help support his family and pay for my studies. He was a very hardworking and honest man.
Because he had done manual labor since childhood, my father was very robust and had a dark complexion.
After Qu Ying and I got married, we bought a house in the suburbs of Harbin. To fulfill my filial duty, I brought my father from our rural hometown to live with us. Also, since my wife and I both work, my father could help us take care of our child.
Let me introduce my wife, Qu Ying. We were classmates in college, but in different departments.
I was in the Economics and Trade department, while she was in the Art department. Because of her good figure and looks, she studied Fashion Design.
She was 172 cm tall, with large, expressive eyes, small, red lips like vermilion, and a 34D bust, all of which accentuated her beauty. She was also a member of the university's etiquette team.
My acquaintance with her stemmed from a school-wide freshman and senior student social event. I was performing a solo, and the student council president suggested I have a girl dance with me during my performance. So he helped me find a dance partner, and we ended up with my current wife, Qu Ying. At the time, Qu Ying was in the etiquette team and also in the school's arts department. Not only was she beautiful, but she could also dance.
In the two weeks leading up to the event, we frequently rehearsed together in the rehearsal room, and over time, we became increasingly familiar with each other.
We discovered we had a lot in common, including many shared interests.
For example, we both liked sweet and sour foods and enjoyed reading Yu Qiuyu's essays.
One evening a year later, I confessed my love to her on the school's playground, and she accepted. From graduation to starting our careers, we've always been together, and from meeting to marriage, we've walked together for seven years.
Although my wife is very beautiful, she's quiet and conservative. During our courtship, our relationship only went as far as kissing. It wasn't until our wedding night that I truly slept with her. The next morning, seeing the bright red plum blossom on the sheets, I was overwhelmed with emotion.
I currently work as an operations manager at a large retail store, while my wife works as a designer at a clothing company.
Comparatively, my wife's working hours are more flexible, while mine are completely irregular, with overtime being a regular occurrence.
So, every time I get home, my wife has already been off work for a long time. The only advantage is that I can enjoy a delicious meal cooked by my wife when I get home.
Our sex life is also quite harmonious; we usually have sex once or twice a week, lasting about 10 minutes each time. Although my wife is usually very quiet and conservative, she is quite open in our sex life, especially when she rides me with her dancing hips—it's incredibly arousing.
My wife's voice is very sweet, so her moans and groans are like heavenly music, like a seductive melody, making it easy for me to reach orgasm.
But the good times didn't last. A year after my child was born, around 3 a.m. one morning, I went to the bathroom and suddenly experienced severe, sharp pain in my lower right abdomen. After going to the hospital, I was diagnosed with multiple kidney stones in both kidneys, hydronephrosis, and the stones were quite large. Although surgery relieved the pain, the extracorporeal shock wave therapy caused significant damage to my kidneys, resulting in hematuria for a period of time.
I took medication for a long time and finally recovered.
However, after recovering, I found myself noticeably less interested in sex. Even when I managed to get aroused and have sex with my wife, I would become erect after only a few minutes and be unable to continue. My wife comforted me, saying it was because I was recovering from a serious illness and was under a lot of work pressure, and told me to rest.
But occasionally, I would wake up suddenly in the middle of the night and find my wife secretly masturbating. That's when I realized I could no longer satisfy her… Life went on, and it had been six months since we'd had a successful sexual relationship. To stimulate myself, I read a lot of adult literature online. There was a wide variety of adult literature online, but one day, when I read incestuous and cuckoldry stories, I found myself burning with desire, completely unable to stop.
How could I have never realized I had such a perverted side?
One day, I came across an adult story about a father-in-law and daughter-in-law, and I was instantly captivated.
It described how the husband and daughter-in-law, to fulfill their filial duty to their single father, arranged for the wife to seduce him, eventually having sex with him to fulfill their filial duty. After reading this, I was deeply attracted by the scenes. I even got an erection, harder than ever before. Finally, I went to the bathroom and masturbated while reading the story on my phone. I ejaculated a lot, and it was very stimulating.
After ejaculating, I lay in bed, looking at my sleeping wife beside me. I superimposed her onto the daughter-in-law in the article, and my sleeping father next door onto the father-in-law in the article. Recalling the scenes in the article, I discovered that my penis, which had just ejaculated, had become erect again. Usually, I need at least two hours between ejaculations, but this time the second erection occurred in less than half an hour. I couldn't resist, so I went to the bathroom and masturbated again. It felt very good.
Back in bed, I was confused. Why was I so interested in these kinds of scenarios? Was I really a pervert? For a while afterward, although I tried to distract myself by working, I kept imagining my wife and father making love in my mind when I went to sleep at night, and I would go to the bathroom to masturbate.
I even felt that imagining my wife and father making love while masturbating was more pleasurable than having sex with my wife.
I knew I had accidentally opened Pandora's box and was now completely out of control with no way back...
(2)
From then on, I was always in a daze at work and couldn't concentrate. I kept imagining the plot of the article about the father-in-law and daughter-in-law having sex. Even after my wife came home from work, I would imagine what would happen if my wife and father were alone together. I was practically in a morbid state.
Should I really arrange for my wife and father to have sex according to the scenario in the article? No, the scenario in the article was that the husband persuaded his wife and she finally agreed to seduce his father step by step.
For me, the first step would be impossible. After all, it's just a novel and shouldn't be taken seriously. If I were to persuade Qu Ying to seduce my father now, I think the lightest result would be that my wife would scold me, and I might even be sent to a mental hospital by my wife.
One night when I returned home, my father was coaxing his son Hao Hao. There was food on the table, and my wife was tidying up the house in a nightgown.
Because my father lives with us, my wife dresses quite conservatively even at home, even when it's hot.
But today, while cleaning the house, she occasionally bent over to dust under the sofa and TV cabinet. Although her nightgown was conservative, even the most conservative nightgown had a neckline lower than normal. Every time she bent over, I could inadvertently see her snow-white breasts and the deep cleavage through the neckline. My wife's breasts are a 34D, definitely full-figured.
Thinking of the scenes in adult novels, I secretly watched my father, wondering if he would peek at my wife's occasional glimpses.
But after secretly observing for a long time while eating, I only found that after my father accidentally caught a glimpse of my wife's exposed skin, he immediately turned his back to her to comfort the child, and didn't turn around or peek again.
Completely different from the novels! No wonder, my father is a simple, honest farmer. He
was naturally simple and honest, with very traditional values.
According to traditional thinking, a daughter-in-law is one's own family, another daughter; how could a father peep at his own daughter? Moreover, it was taboo for a father-in-law to peep at his daughter-in-law. Therefore, when he saw his daughter-in-law Qu Ying's breasts and cleavage accidentally exposed, he didn't hesitate to avert his gaze—a normal reaction for an elderly person.
If he had actually peeped, it would only have made him feel guilty.
Ugh, what a headache! His wife is conservative and wouldn't accept it, and his father is conservative and wouldn't accept it either; this is entirely understandable.
Because I work in management and often receive phone calls in my sleep, I'm a light sleeper; the slightest noise wakes me.
That night, I was awakened by a slight shaking of the bed. Half-asleep, by the moonlight, I saw my wife secretly masturbating again. She was biting her lower lip, one hand caressing her breast, the other quickly stroking her genitals.
Her eyes were closed, but after a while she stopped, sighed, and realized that masturbation was far from enough to bring her to orgasm.
I squinted as my wife turned her head towards me. She looked at my face, then gently stroked it with such deep affection.
My wife and I have never had a major argument; occasionally we'd have a little squabble, but we'd forget about it the next day. Husbands and wives don't hold grudges overnight.
That's why my relationship with Qu Ying has always been very good; we love each other deeply.
My wife was still quietly watching me, a blush on her beautiful face. I knew she was aroused. I couldn't satisfy her, and even masturbation couldn't satisfy her.
I believe that if it weren't for her deep love for me, her physical desires would have made her unable to resist having an affair. But because of her love for me, she would never betray me.
Women are like wolves in their thirties, tigers in their forties, and can suck the earth dry in their fifties.
My wife just turned 30 today, right at the stage where her libido is starting to rise. I understand her current sexual needs.
I hate my own body.
Slowly, my wife fell asleep. I opened my eyes and gently kissed her face.
It's another weekend, and this time I finally don't have to work overtime. I can have a good rest. My father is playing with our son on the sofa, and my wife is washing vegetables and preparing dinner. It's a rare family reunion today, so my wife is going to cook a nice meal.
As for me, I'm taking advantage of my day off to help my wife with the housework: sweeping, mopping, and taking out the trash.
After tidying up my bedroom, I went to tidy up my father's bedroom. Because my wife and I both work, we hardly have time to do housework. My father cleans his bedroom and living room every day, and then my wife and I clean
our bedroom ourselves. Perhaps my father feels uncomfortable entering my wife and me's bedroom, so he never cleans ours.
Today, since I have a rare day off, I decided to clean both my father's bedroom and living room.
After sweeping my father's bedroom, I started kneeling down and scrubbing the floor bit by bit. When I got to the area next to my father's bed, I unexpectedly found a small stain on the floor. I could see that it was a small stain left by a drop of liquid, like water, that had splashed onto the wooden board. It was light white, like egg white, and because it had dried, it had no smell.
My heart skipped a beat. Could it be…? Just as I was starting to doubt, I saw the trash can under my father's bed. Inside were several wads of toilet paper, seemingly wrapped around something. I slowly took them out and unfolded them. Inside was a sticky, egg-white-like liquid with a familiar smell—the smell of male hormones.
I knew without a doubt what it was: semen.
Could it be traces left by my wife and father when they secretly had sex? Impossible. Judging from everything that had happened at home, my wife and father's relationship had always been normal.
And judging from how dry the semen was on the toilet paper, the traces on the floor and on the toilet paper must have been left last night. My wife had been in bed with me all night; if she had suddenly left in the middle of the night, I, being a light sleeper, would have definitely noticed.
The only explanation was that my father had been masturbating by the bed, and a few drops of semen had dripped onto the wooden board when he ejaculated. He had wiped the rest clean with toilet paper and thrown it in the trash can.
If I hadn't accidentally discovered the marks on the wooden board and then checked the trash can, I would never have found out that my father had masturbated last night. I doubt he even noticed the few drops of semen on the board when he orgasmed.
Although my father is 54, he still has sexual needs, and my mother has been gone for four years. I think he must be satisfying his sexual needs through masturbation.
Thinking about this, I suddenly felt incredibly sorry for my father. He raised me, and when I grew up, he wanted me to enjoy life, but now his wife is gone, and he has to rely on himself for sexual satisfaction in his later years.
I can provide him with food, clothing, and shelter, but I haven't provided him with sexual happiness in his old age.
My wife's unmet sexual desires lead to frequent masturbation, and my father's unsatisfied sex life leads to frequent masturbation. What a perfect match they are! Why can't my wife and father satisfy each other? Thinking about this, I feel like I've become the third wheel in this family.
But thinking about it carefully, this would not only solve my wife's sexual needs, but also satisfy my father's sexual happiness in his later years. Moreover, imagining the scene of my beautiful and kind wife Qu Ying and my old, dark-skinned and simple father making love would be incredibly exciting... But I want my wife and father to have something happen, but I don't know where to start.
Finally, unable to bear the uncontrollable desire, I decided to do everything I could to make my wife and father have intimate contact. As the husband, I decided to become the third party and become the matchmaker between my wife and father... (Isn't it heartbreaking?)
(3)

After deciding to match my father and wife, how to implement it has become my current problem. First of all, I need a strict plan to promote and deploy it.
Because I am very busy with work and spend a lot of time away from home during the day, I need to know the situation when I am not at home at all times, so I need a monitoring device.
Nowadays, technology is very advanced, and there are all kinds of high-tech products that cannot be exposed to the light. Now, in public restrooms, there are countless private advertisements
written on the partitions such as "gun", "date rape drug", "counterfeit money" etc. Finally, I found a sales number for a product called "Hidden Camera Device" on a partition. After contacting them by phone, they gave me a website with a lot of hidden camera equipment.

Finally, I chose a very discreet and simple yet effective camera device. It looks like a five-hole wall socket, or perhaps a light switch, with the cameras hidden in the gap between the socket and the switch – very inconspicuous.
After buying them, I installed one above my father's bed in his bedroom, another above my own bed, and several in the bathroom and living room – a total of six. This ensured comprehensive monitoring of the house.
Unfortunately, this system only records video and doesn't provide real-time images; the recording time is limited to 48 hours.
After preparing all this, I started thinking about how to implement my next plan.
Because I often work overtime after work, I usually only go to sleep after my wife falls asleep. While she's asleep, I open the software on my computer and watch the daily recordings. For the first few days, I didn't notice anything unusual, but in yesterday's recording, I discovered something amiss, and this anomaly gave me a glimmer of hope.
It was before I got off work. My wife, Qu Ying, was tidying up our bedroom as usual, while my father was watching TV in the living room. Our bedroom door was open, and my wife was busy making the bed, mopping the floor, and tidying up the house. As usual, she was wearing her rather conservative nightgown, and bending over was unavoidable. Every time she bent over, I could see her white breasts and cleavage from the front, and her round, large buttocks from behind.
Because the bedroom door faced the living room sofa, my father could see everything happening in the bedroom out of the corner of his eye while watching TV. At first, he could keep his eyes glued to the TV, and even when he occasionally caught a glimpse of Qu Ying's exposed skin, he remained calm and tried to keep his eyes on the TV. But after a while, he couldn't help but steal glances at his wife's exposed skin.
Although it was his daughter-in-law in front of him, the father tried hard not to look, but she was, after all, a beautiful and sexy woman, especially her stunning figure—something his father, from the countryside, had never seen. Even the most honest and simple man can't resist looking at attractive things. He admired his wife for over half an hour, while she, oblivious, tidied up for over half an hour.
After finishing, the two ate dinner together.
His wife was a filial and kind woman, very devoted to his father. At the dinner table, they chatted about interesting things at work, and his father wore the simple, honest smile typical of rural people.
Nothing else happened after dinner until I got home.
I switched the recording to his bedroom, where he was reading normally. Although he came from the countryside, he enjoyed martial arts novels, so I had prepared many classic works by Jin Yong and Gu Long for him.
He read for a long time, and I watched the recording without anything unusual happening, so I turned it off and went to sleep.
But just then, I saw my father sit up, put down his book, and slowly pull down his underwear, revealing his dark penis. Although it wasn't erect, it was at least 12 centimeters long. Keep in mind, my penis is only about 12 centimeters long when erect. I'd never had the chance to go to the public bathhouse with my father before, so this was the first time I'd seen his penis.
After removing his underwear, my father began to slowly masturbate with his right hand. Slowly, his penis became erect, and when it was fully erect, I was stunned. Judging from my estimation, his penis was at least 18 centimeters long, the glans the size of an egg, the shaft dark, with clearly visible veins like earthworms coiled on it.
I was truly envious of my father. How happy a woman would be to have sex with such a thick penis! Why hadn't I inherited his genes in that area? My father continued masturbating, and the speed of his hand movements increased. Was he imagining his wife, Qu Ying, while masturbating? About half an hour later, a gush of milky white semen shot out from the urethral opening of my father's egg-sized glans. It was a lot, and seeing this, I couldn't help but admire my father's ejaculation volume and duration.
After ejaculating, my father wiped the semen from his hands and penis with toilet paper, went to the bathroom to wash his hands, and then lay down on the bed and slowly fell asleep.
After reading this, I let out a long sigh, imagining my father's thick, dark penis penetrating my wife Qu Ying's vagina, my wife moaning loudly. I thought my wife would soon have an orgasm, and thinking about this, my penis actually became erect again.
Looking at my sleeping wife on the bed, I turned off the computer, took off my underwear, and climbed into bed. My wife was still wearing that nightgown, with a pink lace panty underneath. I slowly turned my wife to her side and then slowly pulled down her panty.
My wife sleeps the opposite of me; she's a very deep sleeper, and usually, loud noises and movements won't wake her. I stroked my wife's labia, and soon her vagina slowly became wet.
Because we hadn't had sex in a long time, my wife's body was more sensitive than before. After she became wet, I lay behind her and slowly inserted my 12-centimeter-long penis into her body. At this time, her head was slightly tilted back, and her mouth was slightly open.
I began to move slowly. My wife's lower body was warm and tight. After a few thrusts, my wife slowly woke up and began to moan softly.
Perhaps stimulated by the wild thoughts I had been having these past few days, I didn't get weak this time. I kept working hard on my wife from behind.
My wife began
to moan softly, her voice as clear and melodious as a nightingale's. After about five minutes, stimulated by the scenes I imagined in novels, I ejaculated into my wife's body. Because my wife had an IUD after giving birth, I wasn't worried about her getting pregnant.
My wife turned around and hugged me, rubbing her face against my chest. I knew she was encouraging and comforting me. Normally I could last ten minutes, but because of the stimulation from the scenes in novels, I ejaculated in less than five minutes.
"I'm sorry, Xiaoying, I still couldn't bring you to orgasm."
I said disappointedly. "It's okay, husband, it's already very good, much better than before, I'm very satisfied."
My wife pressed her face against my chest and said comfortingly.
But from her disappointed eyes, I could still tell that she hadn't reached orgasm yet. I don't know why, at this moment I thought: "If my father and Xiaoying make love, how many minutes will Xiaoying reach orgasm? And how many times will she reach orgasm?"
Thinking of this, I shuddered. Was my desire so urgent? Looking at my wife beside me, I realized that she had fallen asleep again at some point...
(4)
After waking up the next day, I did the same things and said the same things every day.
Apart from occasionally seeing my father masturbating that day, nothing else special happened.
A month passed in the blink of an eye. My wife Qu Ying's workplace successfully held a fashion week. Their company was going to hold a celebration banquet, and I, as a family member, was also invited. My wife is a beautiful woman with a great figure, good looks, and good manners. She is the focus of attention for men wherever she goes.
However, one thing is certain: besides me, my wife treats other men with indifference, rarely smiling, behaving like a normal colleague or friend. Her close friends often praise her in front of us for this. In her workplace, countless successful men have fallen for her, even making numerous flirtatious advances, but she has always rejected them with a ruthless yet skillful approach.
In the eyes of her company, she is a cold, beautiful woman, and I am proud and happy to have such a wife.
The dinner party continued, and everyone was having a great time.
My wife and I both drank quite a bit. Because of my job, I often have to communicate with external parties, and drinking is a frequent occurrence, so my alcohol tolerance is quite good. Although I had already had several rounds of drinks, I was still very sober. Finally, the dinner party ended, and everyone prepared to go home. My wife was so drunk that she couldn't walk and leaned weakly on my shoulder.
It was quite a struggle to carry and support her all the way home.
Our son, Hao Hao, was already fast asleep, and my father was still sitting on the sofa watching TV. Because of his age, my father doesn't sleep much and usually goes to bed very late.
When he saw my wife and me, reeking of alcohol, and my wife completely unconscious, he inevitably gave us a scolding.
After my father and I helped my wife to the bed in the bedroom, he turned off the TV and went to rest. I struggled to undress my wife and put her on the bed. She was only wearing a pink D-cup bra and pink lace panties. Just as I was about to change her into her nightgown, a plan suddenly flashed into my mind.
I didn't put the nightgown on her; she lay on her back on the bed in her bra and panties. Then I left the bedroom, deliberately leaving the door a crack.
I went to my father's bedroom door and knocked.
"Dad, there are some urgent sales plans at work that need to be broken down and submitted by tomorrow morning. They must be finished tonight. I'm going back to the office to work overtime,"
I said, trying to keep my tone calm.
"Oh, around what time will you be back?"
"I probably won't be back tonight. Look after Xiaoying; she drank a lot tonight,"
my father replied, telling me not to overwork myself and to take care of myself.
I stepped out of the room and onto the deserted street. Few cars were on the road, only the dim streetlights illuminated the path ahead. Although I walked steadily, my mind was in turmoil.
Yes, this was the plan that had suddenly come to me. Before leaving, I had only dressed my wife in a sexy bra and panties, her sexy figure on full display. She was completely drunk and unconscious, and the bedroom door was left ajar. I hoped that my father would suddenly see Xiaoying's sexy figure that night and do something, thus breaking down his defenses against desire.
Although my father was very honest and simple, a man blinded by lust is capable of anything.
Since I couldn't openly arrange things between my father and wife, I might as well create an opportunity for one of them. If my father couldn't control his desires, then everything would fall into place naturally.
Even if my wife eventually found out, the deed would be done, and there would be no going back.
It wasn't that I wasn't worried about my wife doing something irrational after what happened. After all, I know her well, and as long as I persisted in loving her and comforting her, I believed everything would develop in the direction I expected.
At work, I couldn't concentrate on my computer; my mind was constantly on the situation at home.
Had my father already slipped into my wife's bedroom? Had he already taken her body? What I hated most was why the home security cameras weren't recording live; a raging fire was burning within me.
I suppressed the urge to go home and check several times. What if my father and wife were doing something? If I suddenly went back, wouldn't I be disrupting everything? I kept reassuring myself, trying to distract myself by watching movies on the computer.
That night, I couldn't sleep, and even the next day, my mind wasn't on work.
Finally, I got off work in the evening and rushed home. Everything was as usual. My wife was at the computer, the table was still full of dinner prepared for me, and my father was still on the sofa, playing with his grandson.
The only difference was that the moment my father saw me return, his gaze shifted and became somewhat evasive. My father is a straightforward man; he doesn't mince words, and all his emotions are written on his face.
Seeing the fleeting, evasive look in his eyes, I knew something must have happened while I was away last night. I suppressed my excitement. When my wife
saw me return, she took off her headset, got up to get me slippers, and took my briefcase. Xiaoying has always been so considerate; she takes care of me like this every time I come home from work.
"I heard from Dad this morning that you worked overtime all night at the office? You must be exhausted!"
Xiaoying said with a smile. "Yes, but it's okay, I finished all the work, I'm exhausted."
As I spoke, I carefully observed Xiaoying's expression. "Then hurry up and eat. Don't overwork yourself in the future, take care of your health."
I observed my wife for a long time and found that her expression was normal, showing no abnormality, nor did she seem to be deliberately hiding her emotions.
I was even more curious about what had happened last night… “Dad, did Xiaoying vomit last night?”
I asked casually while eating. Hearing this, my father stiffened noticeably and stammered, “No…no, she didn’t vomit at all last night.” “
Oh, that’s good. I won’t let her drink so much in the future.
” As I said this, I suddenly noticed a hint of disappointment in my father’s eyes. After dinner, Xiaoying went to wash the dishes, and my father and I watched TV on the sofa. My father was unusually quiet today. Usually, he would chat with me endlessly about this and that, but his sudden silence today made me feel something was wrong. Lying in bed, my wife flipped through a magazine and yawned
.
“Go to sleep early if you’re sleepy, honey,” I said to my wife. Actually, I wanted to watch the surveillance footage from last night after my wife fell asleep, and that desire in my heart grew stronger and stronger. “
Yeah, honey, you should go to sleep early too. Don’t stay up too late.”
"My wife said obediently. A moment later, I heard my father turn off the TV and return to the bedroom. Finally, after waiting until both my father and wife were fast asleep, I sat down at the computer, my hands trembling, and turned on the recording software for my and Xiaoying's bedroom. I set the playback time to the moment I left home last night…
[The End]"

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