Wife filial

Ordinary life consists of countless mundane early mornings. My wife is still as beautiful and virtuous as ever, and my child is still as adorable as ever. But I wonder if my father can recover from the grief of losing Uncle Li.

My wife, seeing me get up, said, "Look at Dad's diary; there should be an update."

I looked at my wife, puzzled. She continued tidying up her things. Yes, my father's emotional changes must be reflected in his diary. So, he probably didn't go to bed early last night, so he wrote his thoughts down in his diary.

"Life is unpredictable. I never expected to hear the tragic news of my longtime friend's passing. I never imagined that a lifetime of dedication would end so poorly.

I thought life was all about my children and grandchildren, about their happiness. But this tragedy reminds me that I've lived more than half my life and it's time to live for myself.

While I can't be cynical because of life's injustices, their words tell me to cherish the time I have.

While I can't be like young people, especially that young couple, indulging in pleasures and even recklessness, I can still experience life to the fullest.

Tomorrow, the sun will rise, and I'll greet tomorrow with a new heart."

His wife read the message; the tragedy had truly moved him.

Life's changes can alter one's perspective. Uncle Li's words, reflecting his similar worldview, made his father realize that life isn't just about children and grandchildren, but also about oneself.
His son's words reminded him that now that they are capable of living well, it's time for him to enjoy his own life.

But the young couple didn't let their father know that a hundred-year life should be lived in a remarkable way.

They discussed taking their father on a trip sometime to relax, and of course, also to bring their father and wife closer together. They had reached a tacit understanding on this matter. Their

father had changed since then. He was wearing the clothes Lili had bought him recently, and when Lili and I bought him some more comfortable casual clothes, he said it was a waste of money, but after washing them, he wore them again. When Lili left, they wanted to take his clothes back to wash, and he refused once, but eventually accepted it. He

was also more willing to talk to us than before, especially after Lili initiated conversations with him; they chatted quite happily. Usually, I would help Lili cook in the kitchen, but now their father would help Lili cook, while they could only watch TV in the living room. They talked about trivial things, but they had a lot to talk about, laughing and chatting. It seems they've brought their online chatter into real life, though talking about illness isn't the only topic.

Online, they chat a lot too. During the day, they talk endlessly about medical issues, and sometimes my wife complains that her husband doesn't talk to her much, always busy or playing on the computer. I feel quite wronged; I'm just trying not to disturb them.

In the evenings, I usually watch from the side, because the kids are asleep by almost nine, and it's late, so chatting under the cover of darkness takes on a slightly mysterious air.

The more they chat, the more jokes they naturally make, but the father's humor is something neither Li Li nor I have really experienced. Lili's occasional giggles and sweet laughter made me realize that she was very happy and enjoying her chat with her father.

I, on the other hand, would occasionally ask Lili to give her father some "benefits." Lili initially refused, because her father didn't have any, and she couldn't offer them herself. Besides, it would be awkward to bring up those topics when the conversation was going well.

I told Lili that these things would happen every day, and that she would be touched and kissed by her father every day, so what was there to be afraid of? I steered the conversation towards exchanging photos, of course, without showing our faces, explaining that this was the rule.

Lili still refused, so I thought of a solution and grabbed the computer. After typing a short message...

"Uncle, she went to take a shower." She looked at me, knowing I wouldn't do anything good, but she didn't stop me. Because of this (because although my father had changed, Uncle Li was still grieving, so our guidance plan was put on hold, and the young couple's role had to be doubled. However, how could I seize this opportunity? She hadn't thought of anything yet.

After a while, "Hello, is she always the one chatting with me? It's been a long time since I've seen you!"

"You guessed right, can you tell if it's her or me?"

"The way men and women talk is still very different!"
Thank you for your support, please enjoy.

"Yes, what do you think of her?"

"What do you think?"

"You two seem to be chatting a lot and are very happy."

"Oh, she's a very intelligent and kind lady."

"Do you remember why we added you?" As I sent that question, my heart pounded again, because this was about to lead into an online game, something she had originally planned. This time it was my turn. As a man, to talk about my wife in this way, to ask if she liked me, and even more so, to ask if she wanted to play a threesome with us—these were things I'd find difficult to say to any other man, but to be facing my own father made the feeling even more unsettling.

Seeing that question, she seemed to take a deep breath. I tried to turn around to look at her, but she held my head back.
My father, of course, remembered what I had said. He thought for a long time before briefly replying with two words, "I remember."

Now, how should I proceed?

"Do you think you can join our game?" I sent the question, my voice trembling. It certainly won't happen, because this is just a means to an end, but even so, it's still something to fantasize about.

Afraid that my father would always be unhappy alone, we ate lunch at his place that noon. Actually, we planned to take him out for the weekend and ask for another day off. However, my father insisted on visiting Uncle Li every day, so we had to wait for that moment that no one wanted to mention, but which would inevitably happen.
After a long time, my father finally sent a message. "I've thought about this issue too. Do you like an old man like me? Besides, I've been living alone for many years, and it's been a long time since I've..."

Our breathing quickened; we were discussing a multi-person game with our fathers, talking about our wives and fathers.

"Very content, haha. What could an old man like me not be content about?"
"At the beginning, we mentioned that she prefers older men. I think older men know how to cherish women, and they're more reliable. If they participate in this game, they'll have more to consider and it won't affect each other's lives. And you've been single for many years, does that mean you haven't done it in a long time?" Before I could finish a sentence, I noticed she was holding my arm tighter.

After a long wait, my father replied. "I'm honored to be chosen by you. It has indeed been a long time since I've done it. And I've talked to your partner about similar issues. However, I'm afraid I still can't accept it right away, and even if I do, I'm afraid the first time—I'm assuming I'm afraid the first time will disappoint you." It seems my father has already considered accepting it. After all, years of abstinence, her guidance during this time, their online chats, and most importantly, the change in his views, have allowed him to slowly begin to accept it.

"Actually, this is our first time too, and it won't happen anytime soon. We can start getting to know each other online first, and then we can get to know each other through other methods. When the time is right, we can have dinner together, and if we feel comfortable, we can have a threesome." I felt my penis was already noticeably erect, and she was probably already wet.
"Let's just get to know each other for now. If you have other good options, feel free to choose. I'm honestly not sure about this." "

It's okay. We'll get to know each other slowly. I'll send you her picture first, but make sure your eyes are covered. Of course, this time she's wearing clothes!" She pinched my waist hard, it really hurt, but she didn't stop me.
I put her hand on my waist, letting her rest it against my back, so she could feel what I was typing and feel our heartbeats and rapid breathing.

"Father, is this necessary?"
"Of course! What if you're not satisfied with her figure and looks? Wouldn't all that work be for nothing?"

"Oh, then should I send mine too?"

"No need. Don't you have a picture of yourself on your social media?"

"Oh, right, my child uploaded it for me."

"You look very handsome, like a retired cadre."

"Thank you for the compliment, I'm just a rough guy."

Now it was time to find a photo. She knew she couldn't stop me, but she wanted to choose one because it affected her image. She wanted to choose one under the autumn maple leaves, but I said that one was too revealing, and her face was covered up, so you couldn't see anything. Then, I chose one taken this summer, at her company's annual party. A black strapless top, a ruffled skirt, slightly cinched at the waist, highlighting her slender waist and showcasing her ample bosom. She paired it with a sheer pencil skirt, pointed shoes, and a fish-scale handbag.
"She's back. He said he was quite satisfied with your photos. She saw I sent you a picture, she's probably going to beat me up, so I'm running away."

This one is so sexy, perfectly showing off her figure, with a prominent bust and buttocks, and her breasts and cleavage are clearly visible.

I said to her, "This one is so sexy, can Dad handle it?" She said, "Then don't send it!"

I chuckled and used Photoshop to heavily blur my wife's face, trying not to affect her beauty.

Then, I glanced at her and sent it.

My father then sent a thumbs up and said, "So beautiful, such a beautiful lady, you're so lucky."

"Old man, I'm here. See, young men like this are so frivolous, they don't understand women." I said to her, "Aren't you saying you like Dad?" She suddenly realized, but it was too late for regrets, it was already sent. I said, "Let's just go with the flow."
"Feeling alright? She should satisfy you." Talking about your wife to other men, satisfying them, is like introducing your wife to prostitution. The thrill, the impulse, the feeling are indescribable. Deep breaths and frequent swallowing—I don't know if this feeling is happiness or torment.

Then, I prepared to switch places with her, but she refused. She said she didn't know what to say because what I had just said made her very embarrassed. I persuaded her, just think of it as other men, just think of it as seeking excitement. Besides, you and your father were already having a good chat; adding this will make it even more profound.

She silently moved to the front, and I went behind her, hugged her, and grasped her breasts with both hands. She first tried to resist, but finding it useless, she said, "Don't interfere this time. If you interfere again, I won't talk anymore." I said, "I'll only touch your breasts, I absolutely won't disturb your flirting with Dad, I absolutely won't have sex with you." She pinched the back of my hand hard.
"Ah, she doesn't know. How could you not get her approval!"

Then, she started typing.

Opening her father's diary, she found an update.
"He probably wants to fulfill your initial desire. Who initially proposed this game?"
That beautiful figure came into view, and into her heart, as if her heart had been stirred. Although it had been dormant for many years, it seemed that it had been easily stirred up.

"He..."
"After you told me about your idea, I also read some news and novels about your game. I still couldn't understand it, maybe because I didn't have the opportunity or the ability to understand." "

Actually, it's just that I want to have more experiences in my limited lifespan. I was not willing at first, but he persuaded me and used many methods, so I slowly accepted his idea. But if that day really comes, I don't know if I can take that step." I think this sentence means that if her father and she really have their first time, she may not be ready. Yes, thinking and doing are quite different.
"Oh, I forgot to mention, you're very pretty."

"Should I say, very sexy?" I typed that while grabbing her hand.

"Hmm, very sexy. If it's indecent..."

"If it's indecent what? Are you thinking something naughty?"

"Yes, I've been controlling myself from thinking about it for many years, but then I met you guys, and my daughter-in-law, she seems to have the same figure as you."

"Are you looking very carefully? Your daughter-in-law."

"I'm not looking carefully, I don't usually look carefully. But we live together often, and that time I saw her sometimes.

" "Old man, you're getting aroused." "Well, you have a responsibility." "What responsibility do I have? I have a responsibility, I can take responsibility." She talked more and more openly, seemingly forgetting my presence, while my hand was always holding her breast, I could feel her heartbeat and breathing were very uneven.

"What if she takes action again?" "I don't know, I'll take it one step at a time. But I can't ruin their lives because of myself." "Would you appreciate her charm and?" "To be honest, My current understanding stems from the shock I just experienced, but perhaps it won't be the same tomorrow, because she's my child's wife, my daughter-in-law, and I treat her like my own daughter. "You might as well go and observe; that's part of life's enjoyment." "Hmm, innocent and carefree." Suddenly, I remembered what happened that morning when Uncle Li fell ill. My father said he'd tell us that evening, so I asked him what he meant by telling us that night. I couldn't recall, but after reading the chat history, I remembered. He described what happened that day, how it happened. He said that when he touched his wife's legs and arms, they felt very smooth. And when she pressed her breasts against his arm, they felt very soft. Although he tried his best to control himself from thinking about it, the touch still made him very agitated.

Because Uncle Li's incident was still a significant blow to my father, he didn't ask any further questions. However, we knew that my father, although he knew we might have done it intentionally, didn't get angry or explain, and our next steps could continue.

"How are you going to take responsibility?" "I'm not telling you!" "Playing the rogue at the crucial moment." "Women's privilege." "This privilege is bad; it drives men crazy." "You mean, you're feeling it now? You are, aren't you?" "Are you what?" "Are you getting an erection down there?" "You should say, are you hard?" "You, you're bullying me. And you're mimicking my way of speaking!" "Yeah, I haven't spoken so freely in a long time. Don't be angry." "It's okay, it's online anyway, and we still have this goal. Just relax and chat; I won't be angry." "Okay, this is my first time chatting with you guys, and I already feel this wonderful world. We've chatted a lot these past few days, and I really enjoy chatting with you." And when I think about your goals, and the possibility that I might have contact with you while you're pregnant, although I can't agree or get involved right now, people's thoughts are uncontrollable. I felt a strong urge, a urge that I hadn't felt in a long time. "Thanks for the compliment. Let me ask you a personal question. What did you do when you had these thoughts before?" "In the past, when I was younger, I would deal with it myself. I watched porn, but now you call it AV. Now that I'm older, I don't think about it at all. Even if I have feelings, I slowly shift my attention, and it's fine. After all, it's been many years." "I feel sorry for you." "I used to think that life was just like that, but after my friend's change of heart, my older child's advice, and your advice, I think I can start a new life, at least I should have some brightness in my life." "Just let it go." Enjoy life. Has your daughter-in-law sent you any signals again? "Not recently. Although she comes to my house for dinner every day, there's nothing special going on, but it seems like we're talking more. We get along very well about our views on work. "We looked at each other, how could we not? We're alone.
Today, we're already very satisfied with Father's progress, although we want to improve even more, but we're afraid Father won't be able to accept it.

Then, we said some trivial things and quickly ended the conversation.
At the last moment, she sent a kiss emoji, and Father responded with a hug, something that had never happened before.

Then, we went to take a shower separately, and when we came back, I read Father's diary again. As expected, there were updates.

" Mindset determines mood. Although there is the sadness of old friends being sick, separation is also a kind of liberation.

Life needs a bit of improvement. There are still ten years left; it can't just pass by uneventfully. Even the slightest ripple should be experienced.
The world has changed so much; people nowadays are chasing different kinds of excitement. I don't know if that's enjoyment or what.

But at least they have the courage to enjoy life, and I want to learn from them.

The internet is virtual, but this virtual exchange can reveal the most genuine thoughts in one's heart. Are strangers the best confidants?

A beautiful lady is sought after by a virtuous man.

Don't let your old heart be disturbed, don't close it off. My wife and I looked at each other while reading my father's diary. We had complex feelings—excitement, fear—all because success was truly within reach.

Then, my father began to enjoy life. Whether we succeed or not, it's what we desire, because ensuring his happiness in his later years is our original intention.

Postscript:

I worked overtime again last night and wrote another chapter. That's chapter 17 now. As readers have said, the story has been built up over a long period. Sometimes the pace will slow down. But as I've always said, and as some readers have said, if I get straight to the point, what's the difference between this and other articles? So, I'll still follow my own train of thought. So I won't get to the point too quickly, but it will be quick, because when everything is in order, it will fall into place naturally.

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