【Taming the Wife (Dad on top, Wife on bottom)】(01)

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... After the high-speed rail line directly connecting to my hometown opened at the beginning of the year, I jokingly told my father that transportation was now more convenient, and a six- hour journey wasn't far at all. He could come to Beijing more often, and the family's financial situation was quite good. Many years ago, I bought two houses, one in the North Fourth Ring Road and the other in the West Fifth Ring Road. He could even live there permanently if he wanted. He always used to say that his friends were all in his hometown and made excuses, but this time he finally agreed. After loading the not-so-many pieces of luggage into the trunk of the SUV, I had my wife and father sit in the back, and drove the family onto the Third Ring Road. "Dad, it's been almost half a year since we last met. Dawei and I have missed you so much." I could see my wife's undisguised, radiant smile in the rearview mirror . My father also smiled sincerely; it was clear that our family had a very harmonious relationship. But who could have predicted that three years ago, my wife and I's marriage was almost on the verge of collapse? Yang Xinxin, 29 years old, was from Jiangsu and was an unknown, low-level actress. She not only had a beautiful face but also a tall, slender, and graceful figure, standing at a full 1.75 meters—the standard model's physique. In the nearly five years since their marriage, her figure had become even more curvaceous. Even after giving birth to her daughter two years ago, she maintained a slender waist and a flat stomach, while her breasts appeared even fuller and more voluptuous. Coupled with her two long, enviable legs, one couldn't help but marvel at the wonders of nature. "Xin Xin, this is what Dad brought for you two from our hometown. It's all your and Dawei's favorite food," her father speaking in his local accent as he handed his wife a large bag crammed full of local specialties. "Thank you, Dad!" his wife replied with a sweet smile. She wore a light white tank top, her slender, white arms lightly brushing against her father's body. After several years of marriage, weathering various storms and adjusting to family life, they had become much , and the bonds between family members had deepened. My wife was chatting and laughing with my father. When she got excited, she would occasionally pat my father's arm, and he would grab her hand and pull it along, gesturing something. A long red light, a brief warning yellow light, followed by a clear green light—I stepped on the gas and started moving again. (I) "Dad, where's Xin Xin?" I opened the door. My father was sitting upright in an old-fashioned chair , engrossed in reading the Senior Citizens' Daily. "She's in the kitchen." Seeing me come home, my father put down the newspaper, took off his reading glasses, and said, "You're back from your business trip ? Are you thirsty? I'll have her get you a glass of water." "It's okay, I'm not thirsty, you go about your business." I took off my coat and hung it on the coat rack next to the entryway, dragged my luggage to a corner of the living room, and prepared to take out a change of clothes from my suitcase. "Just leave it there, she'll unpack it later," my father said casually, frowning slightly. I glanced towards the kitchen. Through the sliding glass door, I saw my wife, dressed in a tight-fitting black turtleneck and pleated long skirt, with a white apron that accentuated her curvaceous figure. Her hair was tied in a ponytail, and her tall, slender figure was intently chopping vegetables. Perhaps she was too absorbed in it to notice me returning from my business trip. "Dad, that's impressive! It's only been two months, and you can already cook!" I noticed that my wife's technique was still a little clumsy, but compared to her previous self who never did housework, it was a world of difference. "It's still early. I have to teach her step by step. She's very clumsy," my father complained while reading the newspaper. "Honey, you're back!" My wife opened the kitchen door. Seeing me, she didn't show any excitement about not seeing me for so long. "Dad, excuse me, could you help me?" My wife immediately turned to my father. My father didn't say much. He put down his newspaper again, got up, and followed my wife towards the kitchen . My wife and father were busily preparing dinner in the kitchen. Initially, my father did the cooking, with my wife assisting, but later it became my wife cooking while my father provided guidance. During the two months I was away on a business trip, everything at home was in perfect order under my father's leadership. I glanced the spacious living room; it was clean and tidy, clearly showing that he cleaned it regularly. Since meeting my stern, steady, and unsmiling father, my wife, who used to be independent and pampered, has become docile and obedient . Before, she was lazy and extravagant, and I couldn't do anything about it. But under my father's iron-fisted management, she has gradually become more diligent, making me marvel at the natural . My father came out of the kitchen, picked up a teacup from the coffee table, took a sip of water, turned on the TV, tuned to CCTV 1, and waited for the news broadcast to begin in fifteen minutes. I walked into the kitchen and came up behind my wife, who was simmering soup on the gas stove. She was tall, easily 1.75 meters. I leaned close to her dyed blonde hair, my chin resting on her fragrant shoulder, inhaling the unique scent of a young woman. "Didn't Dad say anything when you dyed your hair blonde?" "No, Dad said it looks good, stylish." I reached around with my left hand and grabbed one of her full breasts, while my right hand kneaded her round, pert buttocks through her long . "Oh dear," my wife murmured, "Dad saw it all." "It's alright, it's not like Dad hasn't seen it before," I teased. My wife gently patted my arm with her slender hand and softly scolded, "Hurry up and eat. Why are you in such a hurry?"

"What? Tonight, I'm definitely yours!"

I laughed, releasing her delicate body and taking the dishes I'd just finished cooking out of the kitchen.

"Dad, dinner's ready." My wife set the table, placing the three dishes and soup on the table.

"Dawei, would you like more rice?" my wife asked from the kitchen.

"I can do it myself." I instinctively prepared to get up.

My father quickly gave me a look, signaling me to sit back down.

"Um, one bowl is enough." I was still a little unaccustomed to such a virtuous wife; after all,
this was the first time she'd ever served me rice.

"Dad, this is for you." My wife brought out my father's bowl at the same time.

I'd been starving for a long time, so I picked up my chopsticks, ready for a hearty meal.

"Honey." My wife drawled, sounding somewhat stern. "Let Dad eat first; he's the elder."

I was both amused and exasperated, and could only agree.

"Dad, impressive! You've got the manners." I secretly gave my father a thumbs up.

My father remained silent, picked up his chopsticks, and placed a piece of beef in my bowl. "You must be tired from your business trip, eat more."

My father was always so kind to me; after all, we were blood relatives. My wife had never served me food before.

"What, aren't you hungry?" I asked, looking at my wife standing to the side. She showed no intention of sitting down to
eat .

"It's alright, you guys eat first. Dad says women shouldn't eat at the same table as men in the countryside."

"That's a bit much. What era are we living in? That's an outdated custom." I couldn't stand it anymore; I
wondered how my father had brainwashed her.

My wife lowered her head, her bright eyes looking at my father as if seeking his permission.

"Okay, sit down." My father nodded, gesturing for my wife to sit down and eat with us.

I watched, completely stunned. Although my wife had already been very obedient to my father before this business trip,
her current demeanor, as if she were under a spell, was still extremely unexpected. The three dishes for dinner were stewed beef, braised chicken with potatoes, and stir-fried spinach. The soup was a winter melon and pork rib soup

that had been simmering all afternoon . My father took a bite of the chicken nugget, and his expression clearly changed. "Too salty!" He frowned and gently tapped his chopsticks on the table. "I'm so sorry, so sorry!" My wife, pale-faced, bowed repeatedly to my father and me, apologizing profusely. "This is the third time," my father said coldly. "I..." My wife was too frightened to speak. "You'll have to wash the dishes as punishment, otherwise you won't learn your lesson." "Yes, yes, I accept the punishment..." My wife nodded repeatedly. I didn't know what methods my father had used to educate my once proud, even eccentric, wife to be so docile. It seemed that she had been completely tamed psychologically. However, I was happy, not just secretly pleased. After all, my wife had been described by many as "riding on my head and shitting on me." She, who used to be so rude to me, had become respectful under my father's correction. She was like a fiery mare, and I couldn't give her the prairie she wanted until my father, this experienced old horseman, appeared, and this wild and proud mare was finally tamed. Dinner ended in a slightly awkward yet relaxed atmosphere. My wife was washing dishes in the kitchen, while my father and I sat on the three-seater sofa in the living room watching TV. "Wow, Dad, you're really something! What kind of magic did you give Xin Xin to make her so obedient? You're practically teaching her the Three Obediences and Four Virtues!" I relaxed on the sofa and let out a satisfied burp. "Isn't this good? You young people need to behave properly," my father said nonchalantly. "Just don't go too far sometimes. It's the 21st century, why be so feudal..." I started to speak up for my wife . "Don't forget how she treated you back then. Besides, these are things women are supposed to do," my father 's voice rose slightly. "Hey, that's all in the past. Xin Xin isn't a bad person at heart. Besides, I cheated on her later, so we're even. Young people these days are very open-minded." "You're too soft-hearted! No wonder she bullies you." "By the way, Dad, I'm a little tired tonight. Can I go to bed early?" "Have you forgotten what your mother told you when she passed away two years ago? Having a child early is more important than anything else." "I know, but Dad, it's a business trip. You know how it is in Guangdong. It's never peaceful." The father shook his head, as if scolding me for being useless. After washing the dishes, the wife stood obediently beside her father, as if awaiting his next instructions. "First, give Dawei a massage. Men work very hard when they're away on business trips. Then prepare a bath for him. The water shouldn't be too hot or too cold." The father directed his wife's next actions like a boss at work. "What kind of massage?" the wife asked her father inquiringly. "What do you think? Figure it out yourself." The father replied sternly. My wife has never even massaged my shoulders before, so could there be something more? This inevitably made my mind wander. My wife walked behind me as I sat on the sofa, and her two full breasts pressed against the back of my head. My blood was boiling. Although I had gained a better position in the family with my father's help, this was the first time my wife had willingly lowered herself to give me a massage. This gave me a sense of accomplishment, even though the credit for this accomplishment mainly came from my old father in the countryside. In the past, if I had made such a request, I probably would have been scolded by . Her long, slender, white arms wrapped around my head from behind, and her breasts, which were not large but well-proportioned and firm, were squeezed out of shape. I could even vaguely feel the touch of her erect nipples. Since I gained control of my life this past year, perhaps to compensate for and alleviate the pressure of living under the shadow of my shrewish wife, I've been frequenting brothels. I'm already adept at all sorts of temptations and tricks, and they've lost their novelty. But they're still just wildflowers. Now, my wife, having been "trained" by my father, has lost all her arrogance. Her willingness her superior looks and graceful figure were the biggest reasons I was so captivated by her before, and why I pursued her relentlessly despite her terrible personality. My father, watching a rerun of "Ma Xiangyang's Rural Diary" on TV, remained unblinking, as if the erotic scenes held no allure for him. Perhaps because of my father's presence, my wife's massages never went any further; they remained normal.

After about fifteen minutes of massage, my wife finally left to fill the bathtub with hot water.

My father maintained a prim and proper posture throughout, a habit he picked up during his military service, but I could
tell he was relaxed. My wife and I's intimacy didn't seem to bother her.

Lying in the bathtub, all my accumulated fatigue vanished. If my wife hadn't been caught cheating by
my father , she would probably still be the one dominating me in the family.

Marriage is one of the most important decisions in a person's life, and I deeply regretted this marriage.

I really have to thank my father. Before we got married, he opposed my
relationship with Yang Xinxin, who was still an unknown actress at the time. He said she was just a pretty face. After we got married, she turned down the few acting offers she had, but she didn't do
any housework. All she did was shop around all day. If you could understand that because she was used to being pampered
, her personality was a bit eccentric. Her pretty cherry lips were also particularly vicious. She
didn't want to have children in order to maintain her figure, and sometimes she wouldn't even let me touch her or have sex with her.

She was a pretty strong woman. She used my shyness and timidity to maintain our
marriage, which revolved around her. Sometimes I really regretted why I married her because of her beauty.
But in front of my even stronger father, she was as docile as a little kitten. Now our marriage
has finally formed a situation where my father firmly controls her at home, while I live a carefree life outside. My
feelings for her are getting weaker and weaker, even less than my simple lust for her pretty face.

After showering and drying myself, I stepped out of the bathroom. "Xin Xin, could you get me the hairdryer?" I called out to
the living room .

"Here you go." My father handed me the hairdryer. "She's being punished."

I looked towards the living room balcony. Leaning against the not-so-spacious single sofa was the
slender body of a young woman—my wife, Yang Xin Xin. Her upper body was clasped behind her back, her tight undershirt pulled
up , revealing her firm breasts and flat stomach. Her two pink nipples were
clamped with colorful plastic clips. Her lower body was almost completely naked, her long, alluring legs spread wide, the knees
secured with black tape, forming an "M" shape. Her black stockings had
a , and her gray pleated skirt lay quietly on the carpet not far from the single sofa.

My wife's captivating eyes were blindfolded with a black blindfold, and a gag was stuffed in her mouth. Upon closer inspection, I could
faintly see saliva slowly trickling from the corners of her mouth. A black leather collar connected to
a . I immediately recognized it as
the collar and leash that had once belonged to "Dazhuang," the golden retriever we had before our marriage. Later, under my wife's coercion and enticement, I had no choice but to give "Dazhuang" away. Now, this
dog collar, actually worn by the golden retriever, had found its purpose after sitting idle for over three years, fitting
perfectly around my wife's neck.

My father sat on the three-seater sofa nearby, still completely absorbed in the rural
-themed , as if his recently completed masterpiece of a bound young woman had nothing to do with him.

I lost interest in drying my hair. I stood in front of the single sofa, but my wife remained oblivious. Even if she sensed
my approach, she couldn't utter a word.

I looked down at my wife's glistening, smooth vulva exposed to the air. A seemingly natural, emerald-green
gem was embedded in her anus—an anal plug. I inwardly resented my father;
that was cruel, especially considering she was my daughter-in-law.

On the wooden stool in front of the armchair sat a dildo, but my father hadn't inserted it into my wife's
vagina. Was he leaving the opportunity for me, her legal husband, to exercise that right?

I turned to look at my father, but he completely ignored me, continuing to watch television.

Everyone says Beijing is a dazzling, corrupting influence, a melting pot. My old father, a rural man from the countryside who came to Beijing, had learned so many ways to torment women in less
than a year, and all of them were used on his own daughter-in-law
. Keep in mind, when he first came to Beijing, he was just an old widower from the countryside, occasionally wearing canvas shoes and speaking heavily
accented Mandarin .

My wife was clearly aroused; her breathing was more rapid than before, and her vagina was
wet with her own secretions. She clearly craved and welcomed any rod-like object entering her body.

Ah, so that's it. They say no one knows a son better than his father. My father had really gone to great lengths, knowing that after
three months of separation, I would definitely want to unleash
my passion completely arousing her desire. Even though I had spent the night in Shenzhen with a beautiful woman until 2 a.m.,
seeing my wife in this position and in this beautiful sight, I couldn't suppress my lust.

The washing machine on the balcony started its timer. Usually, my wife would do the laundry and
hang it out to dry, but today she was probably temporarily unable to do so. My father put down the TV he
had been engrossed in, took some hangers and clips from a drawer in the balcony cabinet, and
silently started the washing machine to hang the clothes.

Perhaps because one clip was missing, my father didn't open the drawer of the low cabinet again. Instead, to save time,
he turned around and removed a clip from my wife's protruding breasts that was holding her nipples.

The erect nipples, freed from the confinement of the colorful plastic clips, were enough to stimulate my wife's taut nerves.
Perhaps because of the gag in her mouth, my wife let out a series of indistinct moans. I glanced at the
clock on the wall; there were still twelve or thirteen minutes until nine o'clock. I was already getting impatient, wishing I could take my wife
right there .

Perhaps sensing my thoughts, my father finished hanging up the clothes, turned off the TV, and left with the words, "I
'm going inside to surf the internet," before returning to the bedroom.

Immediately, my phone vibrated. It was a WeChat message from my father: "If she doesn't behave tonight, just tell me.

" I helped my wife remove the gag and took off her blindfold. When my wife saw me, her first words were, "Honey,
what time ?"

"Eight fifty," I replied, cutting the tape securing her legs with scissors so that her legs could
comfortably touch the ground.

"No, the corporal punishment hasn't lasted an hour yet. Dad said it won't end until 9 o'clock."

"It's okay, Dad agreed." I was both angry and amused. Since when
did I need ?

My wife picked up the dog leash handle from the floor and respectfully handed it to me.

"Let's go back to the bedroom." I led the leash, deliberately walking a long way before pulling hard. My wife
obediently followed me, like an exiled prisoner being dragged into the bedroom. She walked extremely slowly;
her hands were handcuffed behind her back, and she'd forgotten to remove the anal plug. Her long legs, though clad in high heels, couldn't
take large strides, her gait awkward and unsteady.

Our wedding photo hung on the bedroom wall, but she barely smiled in it.

"Husband, hurry! Fuck me!" My wife sprawled on the mattress, her buttocks raised high, her posture like
a female dog in heat in the neighborhood, especially with the real dog collar around her neck.

Thanks to my father's intervention, my wife had been trained into a seductive sex expert; otherwise, I would never have
imagined that such a proud woman would utter such shameless words.

I pulled down my pants and hastily thrust my hard penis all the way into my wife's wet vagina, thinking that I
finally didn't need a condom. It goes without saying that I'd be having affairs outside, but at home my wife never allowed me to go without one. Come to think of it,
this might only be the ninth time in over three years of marriage that I'd entered her body without a condom.

"Ah!" My wife, like a female animal, released her primal moans of pleasure.

"Fuck you, you pretentious slut!" I grabbed her hair and pulled it into a ponytail,
then thrust into her with all my might, eliciting wild screams from her.

The thought that over a year ago, this woman, nominally my wife, had taken advantage of my trust, planning to
expose the shady aspects of my work to the outside world, using it to blackmail me into changing the names on all the property deeds to hers,
filled me with rage.

My lower abdomen slammed violently against her rounded buttocks, devoid of any pity or sympathy.
I was simply using her beautiful body, which had once captivated me, as a vessel for venting, a sex toy,
devoid of any flesh, blood, or soul.

"I'll give you everything... Husband!... Ah, I can't take it anymore..." Her labia parted like a lotus
in full bloom, the intertwining of flesh mingling with her hoarse moans.

It was too late for her to give me everything. I shouldn't have any pity for this wicked wife of the past. At least for
this moment , I wanted to reclaim all my male dignity from her body.

"Husband! So good... I'm coming!" she screamed hoarsely, completely ignoring
her father who lived in the room across the hall. Or was she deliberately screaming for her father to hear?

Her vagina contracted rapidly, squeezing my penis tightly, undulating rhythmically back and forth.
A surge of intense pleasure overwhelmed my brain, and my penis, unable to hold back any longer,
trembled ejaculating deep into my wife's vagina.

My wife nestled against my chest; this was one of the few times I felt her petite figure against my chest
.

"Honey, are you done?" she asked, breathing heavily.

"Mmm." Having just finished a fierce lovemaking session, I was reluctant to pay her any more attention. After all, while
she was ostensibly my wife, she felt more like a tool for my sexual gratification.

"Can I go see Dad now?" she asked, her large, alluring eyes pleading.

"What? I've been away on a business trip for so long, and we've only just had sex once, and you want to go see Dad?" I was genuinely angry
.

"No, it's Wednesday. Didn't we agree that I'd
spend every Wednesday night with Dad?"

"But while I was away, you and Dad went wild, didn't you?" I said, disgruntled.

"No, Dad knew you were coming back today. He hadn't touched me for the past two weeks, saying you were working
hard on your business trip and he wanted me to treat you well."

My old-fashioned father really underestimated my ability and determination to be a womanizer. Besides, doesn't he know that there are only
oxen that die from exhaustion, not fields that are over-plowed?

"How about this, if you still want it, we can do it again later. I'll talk to Dad about it. From
now on, you can spend time with him whenever you want, I have no objection. Whether Dad agrees or not depends on how capable you are."
I made a major concession.

"Okay, honey, you're so good!" She excitedly kissed me hard on the cheek. In
the past a treatment I would never have dreamed of, and this was only because I agreed to let her spend more time with another
old lover, my own father.

"When you're with Dad, do you let him ejaculate inside you? Aren't you afraid of getting pregnant?" I asked with some jealousy.

"I'm not afraid. Dad doesn't like wearing condoms, but he knows my period, and he always calculates it carefully."

To be honest, my father does care about her more than I do now.

After saying that, her little hands started wandering restlessly over my body again.

This slut! I couldn't help but curse inwardly.

Twenty minutes later, under my wife's intense and passionate seduction, I ejaculated once again.

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