[Wife's Milk and Father's Medicine] (01-04)

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A story rewritten from a true experience!

(1)

Sitting in front of the computer, I opened OUTLOOK, found the last correspondence with Dr. Singh, clicked
reply , typed on the keyboard, and wrote in English (the following is a translation):

Dr. Singh, hello:

Starting from Sunday, as you suggested, when my father showed signs of anxiety (such as constantly drinking water,
pacing rapidly around the house, and incoherent speech), we used the new treatment.
We found that the new treatment was indeed more effective than oral sedatives, because he had difficulty cooperating with taking
sedatives , while with the new treatment, apart from some initial resistance, he
became much more cooperative afterward. In addition, the side effects of sedatives have become increasingly obvious recently, so the new
treatment is a great help to him.

As you instructed, I am attaching the video of the first treatment with the new treatment, hoping
it will help his further treatment. After finishing

my

email

, I clicked to add an attachment and found the video my wife had sent me on my hard drive. I hesitated
for a moment , and before sending the email, I clicked on the video again (edited screenshots attached below):

My wife started recording from when my father began to walk around. She took his hand and, while he was still somewhat
conscious him to the bedroom. The two sat on the edge of the bed, and my wife used a selfie stick to hold her phone in front of her. She turned off
the main bedroom light, leaving only a small bedside lamp, its light warm and inviting. She subconsciously bit her lip,
as if to encourage herself, and then took off her yoga tee. She wasn't wearing a bra underneath, and a pair of
fair, delicate breasts, exuding a warm, creamy fragrance, were exposed. They were dazzlingly white, with two small,
pointed, rounded nipples, like tempting red cherries. Her abdomen was flat, with a hint of abs visible, and her waist was slender, without
an ounce of fat.

"Yulin, you, don't..." My father was still somewhat conscious and hadn't fully recovered.

"Dad, I... the doctor said it's better to give it to you before you have an attack, rather than when you have one
. It'll be better for your treatment and you'll suffer less," his wife replied gently.

"But... but I'm so sorry for you, you're my daughter-in-law!" the father said painfully.

"That's why we need to try new treatments now! You forgot
what you did to me last time you really had an attack, when I tried to calm you down..." His wife lowered her head, her voice becoming softer, whether
from shyness or embarrassment, it was hard to tell.

"Sigh, then I'll just take those tranquilizers," the father said, also becoming embarrassed.

"Dad, the side effects of those drugs are too severe, we really can't bear to see you with such a splitting headache, and besides,
the effects of those drugs are weakening now. It's really nothing, just think of me as your medicine!" His wife raised her head,
her chest lifted, making her breasts appear even fuller and firmer.

"I..." the father hesitated.

Silence fell, his wife's encouraging gaze lingered, and the father hesitantly raised his hand and then lowered it again. The wife's slender hand grasped
the father's rough, varicose hand—a gesture of encouragement and hope. Finally, the father raised his hand to
his wife's chest, hesitant and uncertain, but ultimately placed his slightly withered hand on her smooth, white
breast , a stark contrast between aging and youth.

The wife gave a soft "Ai," seemingly an encouragement to her father, whose hand began to roam freely like
a wild beast . His fingers gripped her breast tightly, pinching
and rubbing her sensitive nipple. Her snow-white flesh writhed in his hands, the areola shrinking from the stimulation. It was unclear whether he was still
under the control of his normal consciousness, but his previously chaotic and restless breathing had been replaced by heavy, rapid, and rhythmic
breaths…

"Dad, do you… do you want some?" the wife asked softly, her voice slightly trembling.

This time, the father seemed less hesitant than before, but he didn't answer his wife's question. Instead
, when she cupped one of her breasts in her hand, he hungrily took the areola and nipple into his mouth and
began to suckle forcefully; the sound of his saliva could even be heard through the recording.

The wife hadn't expected her father to be so direct and rough. Her body began to tremble uncontrollably, and her
breathing became rapid—no, more like panting.

The father released one nipple and bit down on the other. The
nipple he had just sucked was already swollen with excitement, the areola and nipple covered in his saliva, turning an alluring, bright
red , seductive and alluring.

The wife slowly fell down, holding her father, whose hair was gray, against her bare chest. The father became
less impatient, sucking on his wife's breasts like a baby, his mouth moving up and down. His other
hand held his wife's high breasts, no longer kneading them wantonly, but occasionally flicking his fingertips at her still
hard nipples. Slowly, the father calmed down completely, and it was even impossible to tell whether he had
fallen asleep with his wife's nipple in his mouth. The recording ended abruptly here.

I clicked send, but found that my crotch was inexplicably bulging, and my penis was painfully hard
. Deep down, I seemed to be expecting something, but also afraid of something. I knew that this was not an
end, but a beginning...

(2)

More than a year ago.

Finally, it was Friday, and I drove to my wife's place almost the whole way with my penis hard. Usually, I would drive there on Saturday
morning , but this week I couldn't wait. As soon as I got off work, I bought a sandwich and
a beer at the supermarket and set off.

My wife and I were both in the United States. We started dating in college. After graduating with my bachelor's degree, my wife found a
sales job at an investment bank and moved to a big city three or four hours' drive from me. I stayed at our
university to pursue a master's degree. After graduating, I started a startup near the university, mainly
focusing on smart home technology. We got married around that time, but because I needed to continue collaborating with my graduate
advisor and utilizing the university's resources, I couldn't be with my wife for the time being. I could only
drive to her place on weekends to ease the longing between us. Unfortunately, my wife had to work overtime last weekend, so
I'll have to wait until this weekend to see her.

By the time I arrived at my wife's apartment, it was already getting dark, but she hadn't come home yet, which was normal. Investment
banking is always busy, and my wife is a rising star, so overtime was inevitable. Actually,
Asians aren't really suited for sales work in investment banking because sales requires a lot of interpersonal skills and language proficiency;
it's usually done by Americans or Europeans. But my wife was an exception. She was beautiful—to put it bluntly, she had long
legs, a slim waist, large breasts, a beautiful face, and fair, delicate skin; she looked a bit like Zhang Zilin. Although her English
had an accent, it gave her a certain exotic charm, and she quickly built
long-term . In sales, long-term relationships are paramount.

I waited for a long time, checked my watch, and it was already 11 p.m. I was hungry, and figured my wife wouldn't be home for
dinner . Remembering I had half a sandwich and a beer I'd bought on the way, I took the elevator to the underground
parking lot. The apartment building was very tall, and the underground parking garage had many levels. I couldn't quite remember where I parked, so I had
to use the remote key to find it, going up and down the stairs. Just as I passed a corner on one of the underground floors, a
black convertible Porsche pulled up. There were two people inside, and the woman in the passenger seat
was thanking the driver, "Thank you so much for driving me home so late."

I recognized my wife's voice.

I felt a pang of curiosity; my wife always took taxis home from overtime, and the company reimbursed her.
Who was this person driving her? The convertible drove past the corner on my floor and continued down to the next level.

The parking garage was large, but it was arranged in concentric circles around the central elevator and stairs. I quickly found
where they were parking. I was on the stairs, one level above them, and could see their
parking space through the railing.

After parking, my wife turned to the man and said, "I'm counting on you. Please let
me know if there's any news."

The man looked to be more than ten years older than my wife, somewhat overweight, and his face was greasy with a lot of fat. He
patted his chest and assured his wife, "No problem, that place is all-powerful, my old man calls the shots!"

"Thanks, it's getting late, drive carefully," his wife said, preparing to get out of the car.

"Aren't you going to invite me in?" The greasy middle-aged man revealed a lecherous expression.

"It's too late, I'm sorry to keep you any longer, let's have dinner together another day," his wife politely declined. "

No, I want to eat you." The middle-aged man suddenly reached out and grabbed his wife's hand, pressing her against him
.

Startled, his wife quickly tried to dodge towards the car door, but he pinned her against the corner of the door and seat back.
His large mouth began to kiss his wife's fair neck and cheeks wildly.

"No… we can pay more…" his wife struggled to speak.

"I'm not short of money, I'm just short of pretty girls like you. Damn, your bra is really sexy, I
saw it while we were eating." The middle-aged man said, already reaching out to tear open the collar of his wife's white silk shirt, revealing her snow-white
shoulders and the edge of her black lace bra.

Seeing this, I was filled with rage, almost jumping up and rushing down to beat the middle-aged man to a pulp.
But then I suddenly thought, my wife seemed to have something important to ask him, and judging from his arrogant
tone, he seemed to have some power. If I interfered without thinking, I might do more harm than good... What
exactly want from him?

In that moment of hesitation, his shirt was completely torn open, and the black lace bra
covered her pair of firm, full breasts, making her skin look even whiter and smoother. The middle-aged man impatiently tried to pull off his wife's bra
strap, but she held on tightly. Unable to succeed, he simply lowered his head and kissed her
exposed cleavage, greedily tasting her snow-white breasts exposed outside her bra.

I panicked, unsure of what to do, and also felt a bit guilty towards my wife for
wearing a dark bra under a light-colored shirt. Wasn't this deliberately tempting bad guys? I suddenly thought of
calling the apartment front desk and saying there was a fight in the underground parking lot. They would definitely send security. If
someone came, the middle-aged man probably wouldn't be so arrogant, right? I hurriedly took out my phone, only to find that there was no
signal Damn it!!

(3)

"Ah!" My wife suddenly cried out from the convertible below. I quickly peeked out and saw that the middle-aged man had pulled open
my wife 's bra cup. His thick, powerful tongue was ruthlessly licking
my wife's sensitive nipples, which were like tender cherries. If the wife had worn a full-cup bra,
the middle-aged man wouldn't have been able to take advantage of her so easily. However, she was wearing a two-thirds cup bra, and because her
breasts were large, her nipples were easily exposed.

The wife, having her nipples sucked by the middle-aged man, was like a snake whose vital point had been pressed down; she was momentarily helpless and
powerless to resist. Taking advantage of this opportunity, the middle-aged man tore open the bra straps, exposing her two full, firm
breasts. His large, thick hand seized one of her nipples. The wife, thrown into disarray, was about to cry out when
the middle-aged man pulled her back, causing her to fall onto him. Her long hair cascaded
down her bare, white shoulders, and her lips were immediately sealed shut by the middle-aged man's large mouth, silencing her.

At this moment, while her mouth was being kissed by the middle-aged man, his two warm, round breasts were
grasped by his hands, kneading them back and forth, and his thick fingers constantly pinched and teased her tender nipples.

I was frantic, unsure how to intervene, but my penis had inexplicably become rock
hard . A mix of emotions swirled within me: I worried my wife would be taken advantage of, and I feared she might have run into
trouble and had to rely on this bastard. Yet, seeing my beautiful wife lying in
the arms of such a lewd and despicable middle-aged man, her exquisite body—once only I could enjoy—writhing in another man's embrace,
filled me with a strange, uneasy excitement. Especially when I saw my wife's pale face and neck begin to flush,
the crimson spreading down to her sexy collarbone, I knew it was a sign of her arousal. Could she really be
aroused by a lewd man?

The middle-aged man didn't give me much time to overthink; he reached out and
pulled up . Her skirt was probably already a bit short, so it was easily pulled up to her waist, revealing
her long, slender legs encased in black stockings and black lace panties. Luckily, she was wearing pantyhose, otherwise...
He should have been able to slip his finger into her honeypot effortlessly.

But at this moment, the middle-aged man seemed to slow down, whether because his wife's resistance had weakened or
because he was beginning to feel more confident, I don't know. He didn't directly rub his wife's private parts through the stockings, but
rather, like appreciating a work of art, he gently stroked his wife's buttocks and thighs through the black stockings.

His wife was still resisting; she squeezed her legs together, seemingly trying her best to protect her last line of defense. But
following the smooth stockings, the middle-aged man easily slipped his hand between his wife's legs. He seemed to have touched
something, a lewd smile spreading across his face. He withdrew his hand, twirling his fingers. I then realized that my wife must be wet
, and her juices had already soaked through her panties and black stockings.

My wife's face was flushed, a shy yet alluring blend of shyness and charm. The man continued to kiss her, from her face to her neck,
then to her bare shoulders and snow-white breasts. As his lips kissed his wife's hard, agate-like nipple again,
his hand slipped inside her panties, causing her body to tremble.

A sliver of reason prevented me from standing idly by. I realized my car was parked not far from them. Suddenly
, an idea struck me. I pressed the car locator button on the remote key, and the car horn
blared , its shrill sound particularly jarring in the enclosed basement.

The middle-aged man and his wife were startled, especially the man, who was already starting to unzip his pants.
Seizing the opportunity, the wife grabbed her handbag and jumped out of the man's convertible. In her haste, she didn't bother
to straighten her clothes; her bra remained open, her snow-white breasts bouncing with her run. Her skirt was rolled up at
the waist, revealing her long legs and shapely buttocks encased in black stockings. One of her high heels had fallen into the man's car.
But she paid no heed, stumbling to the elevator (she hadn't taken the stairs, otherwise she would have bumped into me
) and pressed the button.

The middle-aged man reached out to grab her, but she had already run away. He could only watch helplessly, cursing
under . Just as I was about to get up and leave, I suddenly noticed that the middle-aged man had picked up the pointed high heel
that my wife had run away from, kissing and playing with it. Then he took out a thick, dark penis and
shoved it into the shoe, stroking it while muttering, "Little slut..." If I hadn't had that sudden thought,
his big black penis would probably be thrusting into my wife's vagina right now. My penis, for some reason, became even harder.

When I returned to my wife's apartment, she was already standing at the table in the kitchen, drinking ice water, still shaken. When she saw me
enter, her eyes initially showed a complex expression of surprise and grievance, but she quickly became
calm , trying to cover up what had just happened. I didn't ask her anything, but walked straight behind her. Under her
astonished gaze, I pulled down her black stockings, revealing her perfectly curved, snow-white buttocks. Then I
pulled aside her already soaked lace panties, took out my penis, and thrust it inside. Her vagina was overflowing with lustful fluid; I could even
feel her love juice flowing down my penis, over my taut testicles.

"Ah—" My wife gasped, not resisting, but moaning with pleasure. My hand
reached forward, tearing open her shirt, pushing her bra up over her breasts, grabbing her proud breasts, and
kissing her neck.

The scent of that middle-aged man still lingered on her body, a mixture of cigarette smoke and cologne. This intensely
stimulated my brain, like an aphrodisiac injected into my bloodstream. I thrust into my wife frantically,
kneading her breasts desperately. Just as I was about to ejaculate, my wife actually climaxed first. Her tense body and spasming
vagina quickly sucked my penis until my semen gushed out. My wife, panting, slumped in my arms.
I held her tightly and kissed her. Looking down, I saw the hickeys of the
middle-aged . My heart pounded, and I felt a strange mix of emotions.

(4)

"Who was that man?" I asked my wife, who was still nestled in my arms, slowly and deliberately.

My wife trembled, as if she had suddenly woken from a dream. She turned her head and
looked at me with her big, bright eyes. She stared at me for a second, not trying to lie. She knew I
had seen it.

"You...you just now?" My wife didn't know how to ask. Her face was flushed.

"I went downstairs to drive out to buy takeout. I was looking for my car when I pressed the key and saw you running away in a panic.
Who was that man?" I concealed the fact that I had been spying on her. I only told her that it started when I pressed the key.

"I...I didn't lose anything," my wife murmured, her face even redder.

"I know." Though I said that, I couldn't help but recall
the scene with the middle-aged man and my wife earlier, and for some reason, I felt a surge of inexplicable excitement.

"He... he was introduced by a friend. His uncle is a high-ranking official in the country, one of the provincial party secretaries of Hanxi Province,"
my wife whispered. "My mother's investment in Hanxi Province has run into trouble."

"What? Didn't I tell her not to go to Hanxi Province for that project? Why did she go anyway! That kind of
place is not something she can handle. Does she think all places in China are like Shanghai, Nanjing, and Hangzhou?"

I couldn't help but raise my voice.

"I told her, I told her many times, but she wouldn't listen. She's always so confident..."

my wife said, sounding a little aggrieved.

Speaking of my mother-in-law, she's quite a strong woman. She's beautiful, highly educated, and
a professor at the business school of a university in Jiangsu and Zhejiang. Although she's in her late forties, she still maintains a very good figure, with fair and tender skin like
a young woman . Her large breasts have sagged a bit, but they are still firm and full, giving her a very alluring mature woman's charm.

I remember once when I went back to China to visit my parents-in-law, I got sick with a fever because of the change in environment. In the middle of
the night my mother-in-law came to check on me and took my temperature. She was only wearing a semi-transparent lace nightgown and a
cardigan. As soon as she came to my side, the elegant fragrance emanating from her (I couldn't tell if it was evening perfume or shower
gel) stirred my desire, even though I still had a fever. She bent down to take my temperature, and
the opening revealed her snow-white breasts. Her heavy breasts pressed against my chest. Damn, if she weren't
my mother-in-law, I would have grabbed her slender waist and pushed her onto the bed.

My mother-in-law is beautiful and a professor at a prestigious university's business school, very successful in both academia and business.

Besides teaching and research, she also runs a consulting firm, providing business planning, consulting, and
market . With the real estate boom in recent years, her clients include many well-known developers.
With the coastal real estate market becoming saturated in recent years, many of her clients have begun to shift their focus to inland provinces and cities. My mother-in-law,
no longer content with simply working for others, has also started her own real estate development company, undertaking several
small projects in the inland areas with good returns. As a result, her ambitions have grown; she wants to secure
a redevelopment project in Qiushan County, a poor county in Hanxi Province.

This redevelopment project is jointly funded by the national and provincial governments, so the risk is relatively low, and there's less need for
disputes with local authorities. However, the project requires significant upfront investment and involves demolition
issues , so my wife and I don't encourage her to undertake this project. Later, I consulted my father, who had
done business in Hanxi Province. He strongly opposed it, saying that there's a reason those counties are poor, and other investors are
hesitant there; my mother-in-law's actions are too risky.

But unexpectedly, my mother-in-law is determined to go ahead with it. Through connections, she mortgaged almost all her assets to secure
the necessary funds from the bank to start the project. However, when she began construction, a government-backed
investment company in Nanling City, Qiushan County, also wanted to invest, but her mother-in-law refused because the company couldn't actually provide the funds; it wanted to
acquire shares first and then raise more money.

The reason her mother-in-law dared to take on the project was because she had a close friend in Hanxi Province.
However, coincidentally, this friend was transferred to another province shortly after the project started. He
was n't based in Hanxi Province, and his departure left her with no real support.

Sure enough,
problems arose just as the initial investment was completed and they were waiting for national and local funding. The Nanling Municipal Government, citing incomplete qualifications of her mother-in-law's company, demanded additional documentation and halted the
project. Her mother-in-law's bank loans were all short-term; defaulting would mean defaulting on interest payments, forcing the auction of all her
mortgaged assets. Furthermore, some of the mortgaged assets seemed to have questionable origins, and
an investigation could lead to imprisonment.

It was because of this incident that my wife had become so anxious lately, grasping at straws and
almost letting that middle-aged man take advantage of her.

"What should we do now?" my wife said, her

face full of worry. I was actually a little annoyed. I had repeatedly warned my mother-in-law not to get involved in this mess, but she wouldn't listen.
Now something had gone wrong, she almost dragged my wife down with her. But seeing the worry on my wife's face, my anger
vanished, replaced by helplessness.

"By the way, I've been wanting to ask you something. When your father was doing business in Hanxi, wasn't he quite
familiar with the local officials? Especially that Uncle Zhang, right? He's the vice governor in charge of agricultural poverty alleviation and land resources now,
isn't he? Could we ask him for help?" My wife's eyes suddenly lit up.

"Uncle Zhang..." I repeated unconsciously, but my thoughts had already drifted back fifteen
years .

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