Yanmu Spring Song

About seventeen or eighteen years ago, I moved from Hsinchu County to Hsinchu City to get married. I'm a Hakka with only a vocational high school diploma.

My husband is from mainland China and lives in a military dependents' village. He has parents, an older brother, and a younger sister. My husband was a low-level civil servant with a meager salary. At that time, we couldn't afford to buy a house, and our family couldn't fit everyone in the house. My husband was very filial and didn't want to leave his parents immediately after getting married, so we rented a cheap room in the same alley of the same military dependents' village to stay temporarily.

My husband's job required him to leave early and return late, with fixed working hours. At that time, I was a production line worker at an electronics company in the Hsinchu Science Park, working the night shift from 6 pm to 2 am. My father-in-law was 55 years old then, a career soldier serving in Taoyuan County, and came home once a week. My mother-in-law was a typical traditional housewife, spending all her time doing housework and rarely going out.

My father-in-law came home every Saturday and spent Sunday with us, and the family got along very well. The year I got married, I gave birth to my eldest daughter, the following year to my second daughter, and the fourth year to my son. When my husband and I were at work, my mother-in-law helped take care of the two children. The first five years were peaceful. Although my father-in-law was a career soldier, he seemed kind and friendly to me.

Our sex life was normal for the first two years of our marriage. I didn't know much about sex (and its more openness), but I just played along when my husband asked. Then, my husband started bringing home foreign pornographic magazines for me to see, translating some erotic articles for me to read, and introducing me to trendy, open sexual games from abroad, such as selfies, female exhibitionism, wife-swapping, partner-swapping, nudist camps, etc. He would also bring home pornographic videos for us to watch together.

Perhaps inspired and influenced by those erotic stories, my latent sexual desires grew stronger from then on, and I occasionally had sexual fantasies about playing with other men. However, I maintained my usual attitude towards my husband and didn't actively seek him out.

After a while, he started asking me to be his model for photos, and I was happy to cooperate. Growing up in the countryside and being conservative, although I harbored a latent desire for nudity, I didn't express it or agree to let him take nude photos of me. So, at that time, the most I ever asked was for him to take some revealing photos of me in pajamas or swimwear. When he went further and asked me to wear less, I politely declined, citing the possibility of others seeing the photos after they were developed. However, he would still secretly take some photos of me in revealing clothing while I was asleep.

Five years after our marriage, my father-in-law retired from the army. The only change in the first year was that, previously, he would come home once a week, and we didn't spend much time together, only having a family meal together on Sundays. Now, we see each other every day, and we even have lunch together every day. At this time, besides being kind and friendly, my father-in-law also gave me a more loving look in his eyes. (As I mentioned before, I consider my legs to be long and attractive, and I felt my father-in-law often stared at them. I had a lecherous feeling about him, but I didn't dare say it out loud.)

Back then, our family's daily routine was as follows: I would go to work in the evenings, my husband would take care of the children, and I would get home around 2 a.m. and sleep until the morning when my husband and I would get up together. In the morning, we would do some housework, take the children to my mother-in-law's house for lunch, and then I would go home for a nap, take a shower, and get ready for work.

The second year after my father-in-law was discharged from the military, he began to launch a planned emotional offensive against me. By then, he had fully understood my daily routine, and occasionally he would bring me breakfast after my husband went to work. Since it was customary in the military dependents' village to leave the front door open after everyone got up, he could legitimately come into my house, saying that he was going to get breakfast and brought it along.

At first, he would just deliver breakfast and leave; but after a while, he would buy breakfast and stay for a bit before leaving; and after some more time, he would occasionally ask me to go with him (on his motorcycle) to the welfare center to buy things. If I needed anything at home, he would generously pay for it for me. Of course, at that time, I didn't think much of it except for gratitude.

About half a year later, my eldest child was about to start kindergarten. One morning, my father-in-law said to me, "Daughter-in-law, I will pay for your child's education expenses from now on. You can save the money you earn to buy a house in the future, but don't tell anyone."

The next day, he gave me the tuition fee, and I couldn't refuse, so I accepted it, feeling very grateful.

Not long after, my eldest child started kindergarten. My life continued as before, except I felt my father-in-law was more attentive to me. Sometimes, when he took me out shopping, he would take me on a detour to the countryside to eat snacks and chat about his stories…

Every time we rode the motorcycle out of the military dependents' village, he would ask me to switch from a side-seat to a straddle-seat, and then switch back to a side-seat before returning to the village, saying it was to avoid gossip. To be honest, my father-in-law was a bit more handsome than my husband, and I felt a mix of gratitude and affection for him, so I didn't guard up against him.

When the weather was nice, I always liked to wear short hot pants (my husband called them "pussy pants," and when I asked why, he said, "Look, you can see the cleft in the middle of your fat pussy, just like what foreign models wear.") to show off my long legs; when I sat on the back of his motorcycle, I would hug his waist tightly, my breasts pressing against his back. I thought to myself, is this what he wants?

Occasionally, my father-in-law would deliberately touch my leg with one hand while talking, and I, with a woman's intuition, felt that he had inappropriate thoughts about me, but what could I do? Besides, my husband kept instilling in me the idea of sexual openness, and at that time I really did feel a little tempted. In the porn he brought home, when I saw films with incestuous scenes, I felt a particularly strong sense of stimulation (I remember the most popular films at that time were "Deep Throat" and "Little Cabbage").

The houses in the military dependents' village were long and narrow, with the living room in the front, the bedroom in the middle, and the kitchen and bathroom at the back. There were two more rooms on the second floor, and my room was downstairs.

One day at lunchtime, my mother-in-law said to me, "Aying, there's something I want to discuss with you."

I asked, "What is it?"

She said, "Your child is with me this afternoon, but your father-in-law complains that they're noisy and he can't rest. Could he come to your house to rest this afternoon? I'm not sure if it would be inconvenient."

I was very reluctant because it was summer, and I usually nap naked, leaving my bedroom door open. What would I do if he came to rest? But considering that my mother-in-law helps me take care of the child and my father-in-law is good to me, how could I refuse? Just as

I was hesitating, my father-in-law said, "I'll just watch TV in your living room and lie on the sofa. I won't come upstairs or disturb you, and I won't go over every day."

I quickly said, "It's okay, Mother-in-law has a key to our front door. If I'm sleeping, you can just open the door and come in yourself." And that was the end of it. (Actually, I knew in my heart that it was my father-in-law who deliberately encouraged my naive mother-in-law to bring it up with me; his intention wasn't to rest but to get closer to me.)

That night, I complained to my husband, and he said, "What can we do? We can't ask Dad not to come; our kids are disturbing him. Besides, if we stay at home tonight, we'll still be with them, won't we? If it's hot, just bear with it, wear some clothes, and sleep with the door open. We'll be fine once we buy a house and move out."

The next day, during my afternoon nap, I wore a loose-fitting sleeveless shorts outfit without underwear, and I listened carefully for the door to open, but my father-in-law didn't come.

On the third day, at lunchtime, my father-in-law said, "Wait a minute, I'll come with you." After washing the dishes, he took some tea and came back to our house with me. He turned on the TV, keeping the volume low, and said, "You go to sleep; I won't disturb you."

I went to the bathroom and changed into the same outfit as yesterday before returning to the room. I usually sleep very well, almost falling asleep as soon as I lie down, but that day I couldn't sleep, tossing and turning in a daze. When I got up to shower at 4:30, my father-in-law had already left.

For the next two weeks, he sometimes came over and sometimes didn't, but he always left before I got up. He still sometimes drove me out in the mornings, but he didn't specifically mention that he would stay at my house. Later, I stopped paying attention to whether he came, when he came, or when he left; I completely eliminated any suspicion that he might do something inappropriate.

My husband has loved photography since he was young. He still has four old-fashioned SLR cameras (after buying a digital camera in 2001, we took a lot of selfies and outdoor photos; in the last two years, we even asked his colleague, Xiao Tong, to take some sex photos for us. My husband said it was free of film and developing fees).

Because I sleep with my head facing inwards and my feet towards the door, my husband once told me that sometimes when I sleep lying down, from the doorway you can see my pubic hair; when I'm prone, you can see half of my buttocks—it's so alluring! I didn't believe him until he secretly took some photos of me in my underwear while I was asleep, and then I believed him. I even called him crazy!

I said, "There's no one else at home, and the kids are still young, what's the big deal?" My husband cheekily replied, "I'm not afraid of you showing too much skin. The more you show, the more I enjoy it, making others envious. They can see but can't have, let them drool!"

That noon, my father-in-law and I went back to my house. I changed my clothes and went to sleep as usual. Halfway through my sleep, as I turned over, I caught a glimpse of a figure flashing past the doorway out of the corner of my eye. Although I felt a little strange, I didn't pay much attention, thinking maybe my father-in-law was just going

to the bathroom in the back of my room! I went back to sleep. The same thing happened twice more in the following week, which made me suspicious. I thought, how could it be such a coincidence? Even if he went to the bathroom, it wouldn't happen every time I turned over!

That noon, I went home first and went to bed, thinking that if my father-in-law came over today, I would investigate.

After a while, I heard the door open, followed by the sound of the TV being turned on. I lay on my side on the bed so that I could vaguely see the scene at the door. I touched my pants and found that my buttocks were indeed about a third of the way out. I deliberately made my breathing louder (because my husband said I breathe very loudly when I sleep) so he would think I was asleep.

Soon after, I heard light footsteps and saw my father-in-law walk past the door towards the bathroom. He glanced into the bedroom as he passed the door, and a few seconds later, he turned back and stopped on the side closest to the living room, looking into the bedroom. At this point, I was certain that he had been spying on me while I slept. I believed that he wouldn't do anything indecent to me at home, because if he would, it would have happened long ago, so I lowered my guard.

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