"I Became the Matchmaker Between My Father and Wife" - (111) Revenge

"That brat, he actually forgot this day! I'm going to call him and give him a piece of my mind." My father was also furious after hearing the reason, and the mistake I made was indeed very serious. My father wanted to call me again, but Xiaoying stopped him once more.
"Dad, stop calling. What's the point of his blessing if you call him to remind me? Don't call, it's unnecessary. I'm just sad. Maybe he's too busy and forgot. I'm just being childish. I'll be fine in a bit. I've made you worry." Xiaoying left her father's embrace, wiped her tears with a tissue, and smiled at him.
"That's good. I'll tidy up a bit more and then go to rest. Don't be sad, go to sleep early." Perhaps sensing Xiaoying's heartbreak, her father had no other thoughts today but to calm her down. At this moment, the best approach was to let Xiaoying have some peace and quiet. Her father turned and left the bedroom, picked up a broom, and began tidying up the living room and kitchen again. However, he kept listening to the sounds from our bedroom, concerned about Xiaoying's every move.
In the bedroom, Xiaoying sobbed softly a few times before stopping. She then changed into her nightgown, her mood low. After changing, Xiaoying's expression was blank, seemingly devoid of thought and emotion, save for a hint of stubbornness. Xiaoying slowly walked out of the room. Unlike before, she didn't glance at the wedding photos; it seemed she didn't want to see me again.
Xiaoying walked out of the bedroom into the living room, and then, as if without a soul, walked towards her father who was tidying up the house. Her father was mopping the floor at that moment. Seeing Xiaoying come out, he wanted to greet her, but perhaps he noticed that Xiaoying was acting strangely.
Xiaoying had been drinking today and was very sad and upset. Her father knew how terrible Xiaoying was when she was sad and upset. When he saw Xiaoying suddenly come to the living room and stand blankly at the bedroom door, he stopped wiping the floor and stared at her with his mouth agape.
Xiaoying stood at the bedroom door, staring blankly at her father. Then, she gave him a gentle yet eerie smile, like a big bad wolf eyeing a little lamb with lustful intent. Slowly, Xiaoying turned around, and to my astonishment, her manicured fingers gently pulled the doorknob of our bedroom. The door closed slowly, and our wedding photo on the bedroom wall disappeared from view in the living room.
After the door closed, the entire living room fell silent. Now, only two people remained in the living room—two people of the opposite sex with vastly different ages, appearances, identities, statuses, and generations—the father and Xiaoying. What were they going to do next? Were they going to engage in the most primal human ritual of procreation—copulation—right there in the living room?
"Feeling...feeling better now?" The father noticed that Xiaoying was staring at him, and he didn't know what she wanted to do. After being stared at by Xiaoying for a while, the father greeted Xiaoying with a forced smile and stammering, perhaps trying to break the awkward silence.
Xiaoying didn't respond to her father's greeting. After looking at him for a while, she bit her lower lip, took a deep breath, seemingly to bolster her courage, or perhaps to encourage herself. Then, under her father's surprised and flustered gaze, Xiaoying, her face flushed with drunkenness, slowly walked towards him step by step. During this process, a faint shyness lingered on her face, but more than anything, a resolute and stubborn determination shone through.
"Is she taking revenge on me? Revenge for me forgetting her birthday? Revenge for hurting her feelings? Is this what they mean by 'the deeper the love, the harsher the criticism'?" Watching Xiaoying walk step by step towards her father, who was holding a mop, I thought to myself. It must be, because of the hint of fierce determination on her face. Xiaoying is a gentle person, but also somewhat stubborn, possessing a strong, unyielding spirit like a career woman, though she rarely shows it. Spurred by her love and resentment towards me, and numbed by alcohol, she might be preparing to do something she wouldn't normally do.
Slowly, Xiaoying walked to her father's side. Standing at 1.70 meters tall, she wasn't much shorter than him. When she reached him, she looked directly into his eyes. Her father lowered his head, at a loss for words. He wanted to laugh but couldn't, unsure how to face Xiaoying or what she was up to. Although he had a vague idea, he wasn't sure. Finally, in his nervousness, the father frantically tried to distract himself. He picked up the mop and bent down to continue wiping the floor, but just as he bent down, a pair of hands caught him. Although the hands were small, they successfully prevented him from bending over…
Xiaoying, her face flushed, straightened her father's body again, and the two continued to gaze at each other. The father dared not look Xiaoying in the eye; he lowered his head under her gaze. But in this process, he glanced down and saw Xiaoying's cleavage. Looking down, the deep, white crevice of her breasts was revealed to his eyes. Desire slowly began to rise in their eyes, and their breathing became uneven. Once a person decides to have sex, their physical desires will gradually begin to manifest, prompting the expression of sexual characteristics.
Would Xiaoying kiss her father? At that moment, the thought of Xiaoying kissing her father made my heart ache. Xiaoying slowly raised her hands again and placed them on the buttons of her father's pajamas. Then, under our watchful eyes, she slowly unbuttoned his pajamas, one button at a time. Throughout this process, Xiaoying's eyes were fixed on the buttons, seemingly shy and unable to face her father. Her father, like a puppet, obediently allowed Xiaoying to do as she pleased.
Slowly, Xiaoying unbuttoned all of Father's shirt, revealing his strong, dark, wrinkled chest under the living room light. Were they planning a passionate encounter in the living room tonight? No way, because when I checked the live security camera footage, they had already finished having sex in the bedroom. So it's impossible for them to be having sex in the living room; this must be foreplay. Normally, Xiaoying and Father always have sex in our bedroom; they haven't ventured anywhere else yet. If it's in the living room, it would be a new breakthrough!
After her father undid his pajamas, Xiaoying gazed intently at his chest, a strange desire mixed with fascination in her eyes. Her hands gently caressed his chest, a blissful expression on her face as she felt the tactile stimulation of his wrinkled skin. Occasionally, her fingers would brush against his nipples, where a few dark hairs had grown. Xiaoying seemed to have a particular desire for middle-aged men with wrinkles. Stimulated by the alcohol and the caresses, their breathing became increasingly rapid. Before they even began their sexual activity, sweat had already beaded on their foreheads and necks, glistening brightly under the lamplight.
Alcohol often leads to promiscuity, and this scene seemed to confirm the saying. After caressing her father for a while, Xiaoying squinted her eyes and leaned her head against his chest, her red lips beginning to kiss his shoulders and collarbone. Usually, it was her father who kissed Xiaoying's body; aside from giving him oral sex, she rarely kissed any other part of his body. This time, under the influence of alcohol and fueled by her resentment towards me, she finally lowered her guard and began to actively explore her father's body. Thankfully, it wasn't kissing; as long as Xiaoying's kisses didn't cross the line, the rest was somewhat acceptable.
Xiaoying's lips roamed over her father's chest, her tongue occasionally darting out to lightly lick his skin. It was practically a replica of our nighttime roaming, except Xiaoying still seemed reluctant, as if she was acting against her will. The speed and intensity of her kisses and licks were nowhere near as intense as our nighttime roaming—a kind of psychological comfort, perhaps. But this novel experience still left my "newbie" father wanting more, thrilled and unable to resist. His body trembled with Xiaoying's kisses and licks, his hands gripping the sides of his pajama bottoms tightly, the bottoms being kneaded and wrinkled in his hands.
"Ah..." When Xiaoying's lips touched her father's nipple, which still had a few black hairs, the intense stimulation finally caused him to let out a groan from his aged mouth. His hands, which were kneading the fabric of his pajama bottoms, were now at their limit. A man's nipples are also G-spots; stimulating them can bring him endless pleasure. Slowly, the nipples, which were originally as small as black beans, began to stand erect under Xiaoying's occasional licking and sucking. Every inch of her father's chest was being conquered and tasted by Xiaoying's lips.
In the video, in the spacious living room, illuminated by the lights, every item is visible: the television, coffee table, sofa, TV stand, bonsai tree… everything is as usual, except for one unusual sight that disrupts this harmonious decor. Beside the sofa and coffee table, a middle-aged man stands with his pajamas wide open. He appears not old, but his hair is already gray, and his face and body bear wrinkles incongruous with his age. He is contorted in pain, his hands clenching tightly, seemingly enduring immense suffering. Before him stands a beautiful, sexy woman in a nightgown. Her delicate face, long, flowing hair, and perfectly proportioned S-shaped figure all speak to her beauty and excellence. This beautiful woman is bending slightly, gently kissing and caressing the middle-aged man's chest.
"Sizzle...pop..." Xiaoying sucked and licked her father's two nipples, making sounds that could arouse any male. While Xiaoying sucked and kissed one nipple, her hand would tease and move the other, as if she didn't want to favor one and wanted them to enjoy equal treatment. As she savored the sensation, Xiaoying slowly began to remove her father's pajamas with both hands. During this process, her father both enjoyed it and cooperated. Finally, with their combined efforts, her father's pajamas slipped off his body and fell onto the floor tiles. Her father's entire upper body was now exposed to the bright light.
Slowly, Xiaoying seemed to have tasted her satisfaction. She raised her face, licking her lips with her tongue, as if savoring the delicious taste she had just experienced. At this moment, Xiaoying's face was flushed like a ripe peach, stimulated by both desire and alcohol. Both of them were breathing rapidly, both reliving the "feelings" they had just experienced. Wet marks were left on the father's chest, all left by Xiaoying's saliva. The father's shoulders, collarbone, nipples, belly... all "fell victim."
After savoring the memory, Xiaoying reopened her eyes. Her gaze swept over her father's chest, as if confirming that this was what she had just tasted. Her father remained standing motionless. Xiaoying slowly cupped her father's face in her hands, then gently leaned closer, their faces drawing ever closer. When their faces were only a foot apart, Xiaoying slowly closed her eyes, her previously tightly bitten and moist red lips slowly moving towards her father's face.
"Is Xiaoying about to kiss her father? Is Xiaoying getting revenge on me?" I couldn't help but wonder as I watched Xiaoying's lips move closer and closer to her father.
I sat in front of the computer, my hands clenched tightly. Initially, I thought I could completely let go and accept everything about Xiaoying and her father, but when Xiaoying prepared to kiss him, my heart began to ache. Although Xiaoying and her father had been intimate several times, she had always reserved her kiss for me. If her lips were to fall, what would be left that was truly unique to me? If I could, I would rather Xiaoying and her father never kissed, at least Xiaoying would always reserve a unique place for me, even though I know this desire and thought is self-deception.
Xiaoying closed her eyes. Was she afraid to face her father? Did she see me as her father? Didn't she always refuse to kiss him? I remember her saying that kissing is an expression of love. Many women might accept penetration, but not necessarily a kiss on the lips. A kiss can be a huge breakthrough in a relationship!
My hand frantically searched the screen, wishing I could reach inside and block their lips from touching. But what good would that do? It was already a security replay; what's done is done, and there's no stopping it now. Besides, could my hand even reach inside the screen? Watching their lips about to touch, my heart bled.
"Wife, is this your revenge? If so, then you've succeeded." I murmured to the image of Xiaoying on the screen, tasting my tears...

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