Wife's Filial Piety 7-8 - Incest Novel

Chapter Seven: The Illusion. Our unwavering faith kept us from wavering. Whether the experience was tense, exciting, exhilarating, or agonizing, we would face it together. On the way to pick up my wife, I bought a bunch of corn lilies at a florist. The florist said they symbolized unwavering love and courage. Although not as passionate as roses, they were perfect for my wife's pure body and the sacrifices she was about to make, requiring courage. I felt they suited her perfectly. And after she took that step, I thought I would give her white lilies, symbolizing purity and nobility. When my wife saw the lilies, I told her they were a symbol of love and courage. She smiled happily; without many words, we understood each other. Knowing what to do when we got home, we listened to relaxing music and sweet whispers all the way. Then the child came home, greeted his father naturally, as if nothing had happened the night before. I handed the child to his father; he hadn't seen his grandson all day and missed him too. We played together in the living room while my wife and I went to the bedroom to change. This time, my wife didn't ask me. She put on a purple camisole. She has several of these pajamas; although the styles are different, they're basically similar—they all partially expose her breasts, just covering her buttocks. I watched my wife's resolute decision, so natural, yet her face was still slightly flushed. I knew that although her movements were quick, her body still reflected her nervousness. After all, this meant that soon another man, her father-in-law, would see her breasts. I went over, hugged my wife, offered her my warm embrace, and told her we'd do it together. Then we walked out of the bedroom together. My wife told me, "The baby just woke up. I'll cook first. You keep Dad company for a while." "I agreed. Although I also want to see my wife being seen by my father as soon as possible, I can't be too abrupt. It has to be at the right time and on the right opportunity." I took the newly bought computer to the living room and said to my father, "Dad, I bought you a laptop. That way you can surf the internet when you're bored. You still write in your diary, right? You can use this too." Dad said, "Why buy this? It cost several thousand yuan. Don't we already have one at home?" I said, "It's okay. It's not like you don't have one now. Besides, Lili and I have wanted to buy a laptop for a long time. We used to fight over the same computer, which wasn't convenient." "This one is for you to use first. We rarely go online now." Since it was already bought, my father didn't say anything. Then, I showed my father how to turn it on, how to connect to Wi-Fi, and how to access the internet. He said he knew the basic operations. Then I played with my grandson and said to him, "Baby, look how good your dad is! He's so filial. He even bought Grandpa a computer! You should learn from your dad." I thought to myself, Dad, your son has even more filial things to do. I asked him how he learned to write a diary and use a computer. He said that although he had lived in the countryside for a long time, he later moved to the city. After my job became stable, he retired and had nothing to do, so he learned to use a computer because the computer at home was just sitting there unused. He slowly studied books and watched videos online, and gradually learned how to use it. Later, he practiced typing, starting with two fingers and eventually being able to type twenty words per minute. I told my father that he was quite skilled. Over there, my wife had already prepared dinner and called us over to eat. I knew that not only was the food ready, but my wife had also prepared everything. I wondered how my father would react when he saw my wife's clothes. I was holding the baby, and my father followed behind. But when I faced my wife, I noticed that her face was very red, and she lowered her head slightly. She took the baby and then asked my father to sit down. Just then, I noticed that my father's eyes flickered, as if he was staring at Li Li's chest, or perhaps at the side of Li Li. Li Li's purple dress made the large expanse of bare skin on her chest appear exceptionally white, highlighting her large breasts and deep cleavage. Half of her breasts were exposed, the small silk fabric covering them seeming as if a mere breeze could blow them away. I stole a glance at my father; his face seemed to flush for a moment. Then came dinner. Everyone was quiet, the child babbling, and my father's occasional soft coughs. I didn't know what to say to break the awkward silence, so I resorted to my old trick: "Dad, have some more wine. You need to drink that medicinal wine regularly." My father agreed. Then, I poured my father a drink. As I stood up, I clearly saw, looking down my wife's dress, that her breasts were fully visible, her large nipples clearly visible. It seemed that from my father's perspective, at least one breast was more visible, but not the whole thing. Besides, he wouldn't stare; his eyes would only occasionally dart over it. After a few drinks, my father and I also had flushed faces and chatted idly. It was time for the baby to nurse again, and as usual, my wife would take the baby to the room. But today, she did something surprising, though I knew she might. She pulled her tank top aside, tilted the baby's head up, and the baby latched onto her breast. The movement was quick, but I still saw the deep pink areola and large nipple. I wondered if my father saw it. When I went to check on him, I noticed he paused for a moment, but then continued eating. Did my father see it? My wife's face was flushed, and her body seemed to be trembling. She was awkwardly adjusting her posture, as if trying to find a comfortable way to nurse, but actually, she felt tense and didn't know what to do. The baby was nursing from the breast furthest from my father, so he could see that side of my wife's breast perfectly. If he hadn't deliberately avoided it, he definitely would have seen it. A D-cup, full of milk, without any sagging, it looked like a football nestled on my wife's chest, so round and full. The baby nursed for a while, seemingly asleep, his little mouth no longer moving. My wife prepared to pull her nipple out of the baby's mouth; I knew what she was doing. Suddenly, an idea struck me. Just as my wife pulled out her nipple, I said, "The baby's asleep." Upon hearing this, my father and I both looked at the baby's face, and right then, my wife's nipple was on the baby's face. That's how it happened. My wife's private area, her breasts, was seen by another man, by my father. What should have been a less than two-second action froze, as if time had stopped, because my wife was thinking, because I was thinking, and because my father had seen it. Five seconds later, my wife reacted, quickly covering her breasts with her small tank top, then took the baby to the room. My father and I also came to our senses, but remained silent, unsure what to say. Although we weren't physically agitated, our hearts were in turmoil. Just like that, they'd seen it; so easily. My wife's private breasts had been seen by my father. I didn't know whether to feel frustrated or excited. When I focused my attention on my lower body, I noticed my penis was slowly becoming erect. And my father, how long had it been since he'd seen real breasts, how long since he'd seen a woman's breasts this close? Was he enjoying the look, or was he feeling annoyed? Was my wife still blushing, feeling uncomfortable? This time, my wife's openness truly surprised me; perhaps it was the resolute words I'd spoken that afternoon that had prepared her for complete surrender. After a while, my wife came out of the room, went to the dining table, and sat down to eat without a word. Her face was still flushed from the previous fever. After the meal, she cleaned up again, while my father sat in the living room. My wife inevitably walked back and forth in front of him several times. This time, it wasn't just her trembling breasts, but also a sight to behold. Because my father was sitting, he was a bit shorter, and my wife's tank top was even shorter than a miniskirt, barely covering her buttocks. Looking up from below, the effect was that you could see her upper thighs, her lace panties, and a bit of her plump buttocks. At that moment, my father was watching TV, so his eyes were fixed on the front. It was obvious that my wife, walking in front, saw everything. I was in the kitchen, and my wife was pacing back and forth. I quietly told her, "Honey, not only did Dad see your breasts, but he also saw your big buttocks. Walk a little more seductively later!" My wife came over, twisted my arm without a word, and then left the kitchen. Passing through the living room, I thought her hips swayed more dramatically, but then again, maybe it wasn't; it could just be my imagination. After tidying up, my wife went back to her room. I told my father, "Let me apply some safflower oil to your feet and massage them too." My father said, "Tomorrow. You're all tired today. I want to watch some TV." Since my father didn't want to, I didn't insist. His feet were almost healed anyway, so tomorrow it was fine. I hadn't quite processed the stimulating scene from earlier, and I wanted to go find my wife right away. Because my father rests during the day, he goes to bed late at night, so he watches TV very late. I rushed into the bedroom. My wife was getting ready to take a shower. I hugged her, and she hugged me back. Before I could say anything, she spoke up: "Honey, I've been seen. Are you satisfied now?"I said, "Satisfied, my wife did a great job today. Let me see if it's wet down there?" Then I reached out to touch it, but my wife stopped me, saying, "Don't touch it, it's wet." My wife was very open today, admitting it herself. Just as I was about to speak, she spoke again: "If you touch me, I'll touch you, and then we'll have to make love again! Do you want to give Dad some more excitement? Tonight?" I looked at my wife; her change after her firm stance was so dramatic. I couldn't quite adjust to it yet, but my answer had to be a firm and quick "Yes!" My wife said, "I'm going to take a shower in the bathroom in the living room later. Dad is watching TV in the living room, so the lights are off. So, I'll take a shower in the bathroom in the living room, with the lights on, and outside..." I admire my wife so much; she's so much better than me. Women really do understand what men are thinking. I hurriedly said, "Wife, you're awesome! Thank you so much, wife!" My wife then asked two more questions: "After I shower, should I come out wearing a towel or my pajamas? And should I leave my bra and underwear in the bathroom or bring them back?" So that's what she was thinking! Was she trying to imitate a scene from a novel? I said, "Then let's do it like in the novels, wearing a towel and putting your underwear there! Let's see how Dad reacts when he sees this." My wife blushed, and her voice tightened a little as she said, "Okay, I'm going." I kissed my wife's forehead and then escorted her to the bedroom door. Afraid my father would see me, I hid at the door and gave my wife a thumbs up. My wife made a spitting gesture and went to the bathroom. The living room lights were off, only the flickering light from the TV was visible. After my wife went into the bathroom, she turned on the light and closed the door. From my angle, I could only see her from the side, while my father, sitting on the sofa in the living room, was directly opposite her. Because the bathroom glass door was frosted, my wife's silhouette was very clear in the dim light. I stared at my wife, then glanced towards the living room. I couldn't see what my father was doing, only watching my wife shower, imagining him watching too. My wife went in, let her hair down, and then took off her tank top, stretching her arms upwards. This action revealed her perfect figure. She was 1.65 meters tall, with a prominent bust and a contrasting, full, rounded bottom. Then, she lowered her hands to her waist and slowly pulled down her panties. The movements were slow and gentle, almost like a striptease. She was, in fact, performing. Normally, she might slightly bend her knees when undressing, but this time, her legs weren't straight, her bottom was raised, and she slowly pulled down her panties like removing stockings. Just that one movement was enough to get me hard. I didn't even need to think about my father watching; the movement itself excited me immensely. I wondered what my father felt? Did he feel like he was about to get a nosebleed? After setting the shower aside, my wife turned on the shower, the intermittent sound of water occasionally reaching my ears. Then my wife's hand moved gently from top to bottom, like a caress. I fantasized that hand was mine—no, I should fantasize that it was my father's hand, and my father was probably fantasizing about himself. The caresses continued, then the shampoo and shower gel, each stroke more stimulating than the last. Each time my wife caressed her legs, she kept her knees straight, making her buttocks stick out very high. When her hand passed her breasts, it felt like she was lifting them, then covering the center, then moving upwards. This is a gesture men often make when embracing women from behind. When her hand passed her buttocks, she tilted her head back, one hand caressing her rounded bottom, moving back and forth, her shoulder almost touching her lips, as if she wanted to kiss her. Where did my wife learn such beautiful movements? Maybe not, maybe she was born with them. My wife never faced the door directly. Perhaps she realized that having two eyes watching her would create a different feeling—a sense of openness, of letting a man admire her, of announcing her arrival. I never imagined my wife was so alluring. How come I didn't notice before she gave birth? Thinking back, it wasn't that I didn't notice then, but rather that back then, I would pounce on her with the slightest provocation, lacking the patience for such careful observation. I wanted to pounce on her now, perhaps even make love to her right there, with my father watching. Would that excite him even more? But I calmed myself down. If I did, my father would immediately return to the bedroom and ask to come home the next day. I restrained myself, enjoying my wife's performance with my father. But I was still worried. Would my father watch? I wish he could see. Should I install a camera like in novels? I needed to discuss this with my wife. Now, I waited anxiously, feeling helpless. My wife had been washing for half an hour, and her beautiful movements had continued for half an hour. My penis remained hard, and I waited anxiously, eager for my wife to come quickly so I could pull her in, enter her body immediately, and make love to her fiercely. However, after the water stopped, my wife still didn't come out for a long time. After ten minutes, she finally came out wrapped in a bath towel, turned off the light, and walked over. Her face wasn't turned towards the living room; she was probably shy and didn't dare to look there. Seeing that I was still watching her from the doorway, she knew I had been watching her the whole time. Then she lowered her head and slipped into the bedroom. I pulled her in, closed the door, ripped off her bath towel, and pushed her onto the bed, ignoring the situation outside, ignoring my father's expression when he saw her underwear, ignoring everything else. What I needed to do now was enter my wife's body. I spread her legs, guided my penis, and thrust it in all the way. My wife let out an "Ah!" Normally, she wouldn't be wet during a shower, but today, she knew her father might be watching her. Although she wasn't sure if he was watching the whole time, he had at least seen her occasionally from outside, so she was very aroused, and her vagina became wet. I didn't gradually increase the speed of my thrusts; instead, I went straight in and began pumping violently, holding her arms down and watching her large breasts tremble on her chest. Her right breast was one her father had seen. I pulled my penis all the way out, then thrust it back in completely. After hundreds of thrusts, I remained rock hard, while my wife moaned repeatedly, having already squirted twice. But I showed no sign of stopping, and my wife didn't try to stop me. Soon we were both covered in sweat again, the sounds of our thrusts and my wife's increasingly loud moans growing louder. The living room shouldn't be able to hear, but if the door were open, they would. I was about to open the door, but my wife grabbed me and said breathlessly, "That's enough for today. If we go any further, Dad won't be able to take it. What if he says he wants to leave?" I thought she was right; my wife was surprisingly rational. So I increased the force of my thrusts, using all my strength. My wife, knowing the TV was on, was almost screaming. After my wife ejaculated for the third time, I felt I was about to ejaculate. I thrust a few more times, then suddenly remembered her breasts that had been seen. I pulled out my penis and ejaculated onto my wife's breast. Although my wife was startled by my actions, she understood that I wanted to ejaculate on her and cooperated by thrusting her breast forward. After the climax, we didn't shower. I heard Dad turn off the TV and go to the bathroom to wash up. I wanted to listen to the sounds, but I was too lazy to move and didn't think about the purpose of my wife's underwear. We just fell asleep in each other's arms. I had a dream. In it, my wife, dressed in a white gown, was dancing gracefully. Many people watched from below in the darkness. She wasn't wearing a bra; her large breasts and pubic hair were clearly visible, even her labia were discernible. Her dance was beautiful; her body was so lovely. So many eyes followed her movements to the music. A thin mist seemed to rise, as if there was a light. It was like a dream.I kissed my wife's forehead, then escorted her to the bedroom door. Afraid my father would see me, I hid by the door and gave her a thumbs-up. My wife made a spitting gesture and went to the bathroom. The living room lights were off, only the flickering light from the television shone through. After she entered the bathroom, she turned on the light and closed the door. From my angle, I could only see her from the side, while my father, sitting on the sofa in the living room, was directly opposite. Because the bathroom door was frosted glass, my wife's silhouette was very clear under the light. I stared at my wife, then glanced towards the living room. I couldn't see what my father was doing; I could only admire my wife showering, imagining him watching along with her. After entering, my wife let her hair down, then took off her tank top, stretching her arms upwards. This gesture revealed her perfect figure. At 1.65 meters tall, her breasts were prominent and full, contrasting sharply with her ample, rounded buttocks. Then, she lowered her hands, placed them on her waist, and slowly pulled down her panties. The movements were slow and gentle, almost like she was performing a striptease. In fact, she was performing. Normally, when taking off panties, she might slightly bend her knees, but this time her legs weren't straight, her buttocks were sticking out, and she slowly pulled them off like she was removing stockings. Just that one movement made me hard. I didn't even need to think about my father seeing; the movement itself excited me immensely. I wondered what my father felt? Did he feel like he was about to get a nosebleed? After setting them aside, my wife turned on the shower, and the intermittent sound of water could be heard. Then my wife's hand moved gently from top to bottom, like a caress. I fantasized that hand was mine—no, I should fantasize that it was my father's hand, and my father was probably fantasizing about himself too. The caresses were repeated, followed by the shampoo and shower gel, each stroke more stimulating than the last. Each time the wife stroked her legs, she kept her knees straight, making her buttocks stick out high. When her hand passed over her breasts, it felt like she was lifting them, covering the center, then moving upwards. This was a common gesture men make when embracing women from behind. When her hand passed over her buttocks, she would tilt her head back, one hand caressing her rounded bottom, moving back and forth, her shoulder almost touching her lips, as if she wanted to kiss them. Where did my wife learn such beautiful movements? Perhaps not, perhaps it was innate. Her body was never directly facing the door; perhaps she was aware that two eyes were watching her. Facing the door would create a feeling, like she was letting go, letting the man admire her, like announcing that she was waiting for his arrival. I never knew my wife was so alluring; how come I didn't notice before she had children? Thinking back, it wasn't that I didn't want to back then; it's just that back then, my wife only needed to provoke me slightly, and I would pounce on her. I didn't have the patience to appreciate it so carefully. I want to pounce on her now too. Maybe after I get there, I can just make love to my wife right there, with my father watching. Would that be even more stimulating for him? But I calm myself down. If I did that, my father would immediately go back to the bedroom and ask to come home the next day. I had to restrain myself and watch my wife's performance with my father. But now I'm still a little worried. Will my father watch? I wish he could see what he's doing. Should I install a camera in the house like in novels? I need to discuss this with my wife. Now I'm anxiously waiting helplessly. My wife has been washing for half an hour, and her beautiful movements have continued for half an hour. My penis has been hard the whole time. I'm anxiously waiting, wanting my wife to come quickly so I can pull her in, enter her body immediately, and make love to her fiercely. But after the water stopped, my wife still didn't come out after a long time. After waiting for ten minutes, my wife finally came out wrapped in a bath towel, turned off the light, and walked over. She didn't turn her face towards the living room; she was probably shy and didn't dare look anywhere. Seeing that I was still watching her from the doorway, she knew I had been watching her the whole time, then lowered her head and slipped into the bedroom. I pulled her in, closed the door, ripped off her bath towel, and pushed her onto the bed, ignoring the situation outside, ignoring my father's expression when he saw her underwear, ignoring everything. What I needed to do now was enter my wife's body. I spread her legs, guided my penis, and thrust it in all the way. My wife let out a soft "Ah!" Normally, she wouldn't be wet after showering, but today, she knew her father might be watching her. Even if she wasn't sure if he was watching the whole time, he had at least seen her occasionally from outside, so she was very aroused, and her vagina was wet. I didn't gradually increase the speed of my thrusts; instead, I went straight in and started thrusting violently, holding her arms down, watching her large breasts tremble on her chest. That right breast—her father had seen it. I pulled my penis out completely, then thrust it back in completely. After hundreds of thrusts, I remained rock hard, while my wife moaned repeatedly, having already orgasmed twice. But I didn't stop, and my wife didn't try to stop me. Soon we were both covered in sweat again, the sounds of our slapping and my wife's cries growing louder and louder. The living room shouldn't be able to hear it, but if the door was open, we would. I was about to open the door, but my wife grabbed me, panting, and said, "That's enough for today. If we do it again, Dad won't be able to take it. What if he says he wants to leave?" I thought she was right; my wife was surprisingly rational. So I increased the force of my thrusts, using all my strength. My wife, knowing the TV was on, was almost screaming. After my wife's third orgasm, I felt myself ejaculating. I thrust a few more times, then suddenly remembered the breasts that had been seen. I pulled out my penis and ejaculated onto my wife's breast. Although she was startled by my actions, she understood I wanted to ejaculate on her and cooperated by thrusting her breast forward. After the climax, we didn't shower. I heard my father turn off the TV and go to the bathroom to wash up. I wanted to listen to the sounds, but I was too lazy to move and didn't think about the purpose of my wife's underwear. We fell asleep in each other's arms. I had a dream. In the dream, my wife, dressed in a white gown, was dancing gracefully. Many people were watching in the dark below. My wife wasn't wearing underwear; her large breasts and pubic hair were clearly visible, even her labia were discernible. My wife's dance was beautiful; her body was so lovely. So many eyes followed her movements to the music. A thin mist seemed to rise, and there seemed to be light. It was like a dream.I kissed my wife's forehead, then escorted her to the bedroom door. Afraid my father would see me, I hid by the door and gave her a thumbs-up. My wife made a spitting gesture and went to the bathroom. The living room lights were off, only the flickering light from the television shone through. After she entered the bathroom, she turned on the light and closed the door. From my angle, I could only see her from the side, while my father, sitting on the sofa in the living room, was directly opposite. Because the bathroom door was frosted glass, my wife's silhouette was very clear under the light. I stared at my wife, then glanced towards the living room. I couldn't see what my father was doing; I could only admire my wife showering, imagining him watching along with her. After entering, my wife let her hair down, then took off her tank top, stretching her arms upwards. This gesture revealed her perfect figure. At 1.65 meters tall, her breasts were prominent and full, contrasting sharply with her ample, rounded buttocks. Then, she lowered her hands, placed them on her waist, and slowly pulled down her panties. The movements were slow and gentle, almost like she was performing a striptease. In fact, she was performing. Normally, when taking off panties, she might slightly bend her knees, but this time her legs weren't straight, her buttocks were sticking out, and she slowly pulled them off like she was removing stockings. Just that one movement made me hard. I didn't even need to think about my father seeing; the movement itself excited me immensely. I wondered what my father felt? Did he feel like he was about to get a nosebleed? After setting them aside, my wife turned on the shower, and the intermittent sound of water could be heard. Then my wife's hand moved gently from top to bottom, like a caress. I fantasized that hand was mine—no, I should fantasize that it was my father's hand, and my father was probably fantasizing about himself too. The caresses were repeated, followed by the shampoo and shower gel, each stroke more stimulating than the last. Each time the wife stroked her legs, she kept her knees straight, making her buttocks stick out high. When her hand passed over her breasts, it felt like she was lifting them, covering the center, then moving upwards. This was a common gesture men make when embracing women from behind. When her hand passed over her buttocks, she would tilt her head back, one hand caressing her rounded bottom, moving back and forth, her shoulder almost touching her lips, as if she wanted to kiss them. Where did my wife learn such beautiful movements? Perhaps not, perhaps it was innate. Her body was never directly facing the door; perhaps she was aware that two eyes were watching her. Facing the door would create a feeling, like she was letting go, letting the man admire her, like announcing that she was waiting for his arrival. I never knew my wife was so alluring; how come I didn't notice before she had children? Thinking back, it wasn't that I didn't want to back then; it's just that back then, my wife only needed to provoke me slightly, and I would pounce on her. I didn't have the patience to appreciate it so carefully. I want to pounce on her now too. Maybe after I get there, I can just make love to my wife right there, with my father watching. Would that be even more stimulating for him? But I calm myself down. If I did that, my father would immediately go back to the bedroom and ask to come home the next day. I had to restrain myself and watch my wife's performance with my father. But now I'm still a little worried. Will my father watch? I wish he could see what he's doing. Should I install a camera in the house like in novels? I need to discuss this with my wife. Now I'm anxiously waiting helplessly. My wife has been washing for half an hour, and her beautiful movements have continued for half an hour. My penis has been hard the whole time. I'm anxiously waiting, wanting my wife to come quickly so I can pull her in, enter her body immediately, and make love to her fiercely. But after the water stopped, my wife still didn't come out after a long time. After waiting for ten minutes, my wife finally came out wrapped in a bath towel, turned off the light, and walked over. She didn't turn her face towards the living room; she was probably shy and didn't dare look anywhere. Seeing that I was still watching her from the doorway, she knew I had been watching her the whole time, then lowered her head and slipped into the bedroom. I pulled her in, closed the door, ripped off her bath towel, and pushed her onto the bed, ignoring the situation outside, ignoring my father's expression when he saw her underwear, ignoring everything. What I needed to do now was enter my wife's body. I spread her legs, guided my penis, and thrust it in all the way. My wife let out a soft "Ah!" Normally, she wouldn't be wet after showering, but today, she knew her father might be watching her. Even if she wasn't sure if he was watching the whole time, he had at least seen her occasionally from outside, so she was very aroused, and her vagina was wet. I didn't gradually increase the speed of my thrusts; instead, I went straight in and started thrusting violently, holding her arms down, watching her large breasts tremble on her chest. That right breast—her father had seen it. I pulled my penis out completely, then thrust it back in completely. After hundreds of thrusts, I remained rock hard, while my wife moaned repeatedly, having already orgasmed twice. But I didn't stop, and my wife didn't try to stop me. Soon we were both covered in sweat again, the sounds of our slapping and my wife's cries growing louder and louder. The living room shouldn't be able to hear it, but if the door was open, we would. I was about to open the door, but my wife grabbed me, panting, and said, "That's enough for today. If we do it again, Dad won't be able to take it. What if he says he wants to leave?" I thought she was right; my wife was surprisingly rational. So I increased the force of my thrusts, using all my strength. My wife, knowing the TV was on, was almost screaming. After my wife's third orgasm, I felt myself ejaculating. I thrust a few more times, then suddenly remembered the breasts that had been seen. I pulled out my penis and ejaculated onto my wife's breast. Although she was startled by my actions, she understood I wanted to ejaculate on her and cooperated by thrusting her breast forward. After the climax, we didn't shower. I heard my father turn off the TV and go to the bathroom to wash up. I wanted to listen to the sounds, but I was too lazy to move and didn't think about the purpose of my wife's underwear. We fell asleep in each other's arms. I had a dream. In the dream, my wife, dressed in a white gown, was dancing gracefully. Many people were watching in the dark below. My wife wasn't wearing underwear; her large breasts and pubic hair were clearly visible, even her labia were discernible. My wife's dance was beautiful; her body was so lovely. So many eyes followed her movements to the music. A thin mist seemed to rise, and there seemed to be light. It was like a dream.Waiting for the man to arrive. I never expected my wife to be so seductive. How come I didn't notice before she gave birth? Thinking back, it wasn't that I didn't notice then, but rather that back then, I would pounce on her as soon as she slightly aroused me, without the patience to appreciate it so carefully. I want to pounce on her now too. Maybe after I get there, I can make love to my wife right there, with my father watching. Would that arouse him even more? But I calm myself down. If I do that, my father will immediately go back to the bedroom and ask to come home the next day. I can only restrain myself and watch my wife's performance with my father. But now I'm a little worried. Will my father watch? I wish he could see what he's doing. Should I install a camera in the house like in novels? I need to discuss this with my wife. Now I'm anxiously waiting helplessly. My wife has been washing for half an hour, and her beautiful movements have continued for half an hour. My penis has been hard the whole time. I'm anxiously waiting, wanting my wife to come quickly so I can pull her in and enter her body immediately, and then make love to her fiercely. But after the water stopped, my wife still didn't come out after a long time. After waiting for ten minutes, my wife finally came out wrapped in a bath towel, turned off the light, and walked over. She didn't turn her face towards the living room; she was probably shy and didn't dare look anywhere. Seeing that I was still watching her from the doorway, she knew I had been watching her the whole time, then lowered her head and slipped into the bedroom. I pulled her in, closed the door, ripped off her bath towel, and pushed her onto the bed, ignoring the situation outside, ignoring my father's expression when he saw her underwear, ignoring everything. What I needed to do now was enter my wife's body. I spread her legs, guided my penis, and thrust it in all the way. My wife let out a soft "Ah!" Normally, she wouldn't be wet after showering, but today, she knew her father might be watching her. Even if she wasn't sure if he was watching the whole time, he had at least seen her occasionally from outside, so she was very aroused, and her vagina was wet. I didn't gradually increase the speed of my thrusts; instead, I went straight in and started thrusting violently, holding her arms down, watching her large breasts tremble on her chest. That right breast—her father had seen it. I pulled my penis out completely, then thrust it back in completely. After hundreds of thrusts, I remained rock hard, while my wife moaned repeatedly, having already orgasmed twice. But I didn't stop, and my wife didn't try to stop me. Soon we were both covered in sweat again, the sounds of our slapping and my wife's cries growing louder and louder. The living room shouldn't be able to hear it, but if the door was open, we would. I was about to open the door, but my wife grabbed me, panting, and said, "That's enough for today. If we do it again, Dad won't be able to take it. What if he says he wants to leave?" I thought she was right; my wife was surprisingly rational. So I increased the force of my thrusts, using all my strength. My wife, knowing the TV was on, was almost screaming. After my wife's third orgasm, I felt myself ejaculating. I thrust a few more times, then suddenly remembered the breasts that had been seen. I pulled out my penis and ejaculated onto my wife's breast. Although she was startled by my actions, she understood I wanted to ejaculate on her and cooperated by thrusting her breast forward. After the climax, we didn't shower. I heard my father turn off the TV and go to the bathroom to wash up. I wanted to listen to the sounds, but I was too lazy to move and didn't think about the purpose of my wife's underwear. We fell asleep in each other's arms. I had a dream. In the dream, my wife, dressed in a white gown, was dancing gracefully. Many people were watching in the dark below. My wife wasn't wearing underwear; her large breasts and pubic hair were clearly visible, even her labia were discernible. My wife's dance was beautiful; her body was so lovely. So many eyes followed her movements to the music. A thin mist seemed to rise, and there seemed to be light. It was like a dream.Waiting for the man to arrive. I never expected my wife to be so seductive. How come I didn't notice before she gave birth? Thinking back, it wasn't that I didn't notice then, but rather that back then, I would pounce on her as soon as she slightly aroused me, without the patience to appreciate it so carefully. I want to pounce on her now too. Maybe after I get there, I can make love to my wife right there, with my father watching. Would that arouse him even more? But I calm myself down. If I do that, my father will immediately go back to the bedroom and ask to come home the next day. I can only restrain myself and watch my wife's performance with my father. But now I'm a little worried. Will my father watch? I wish he could see what he's doing. Should I install a camera in the house like in novels? I need to discuss this with my wife. Now I'm anxiously waiting helplessly. My wife has been washing for half an hour, and her beautiful movements have continued for half an hour. My penis has been hard the whole time. I'm anxiously waiting, wanting my wife to come quickly so I can pull her in and enter her body immediately, and then make love to her fiercely. But after the water stopped, my wife still didn't come out after a long time. After waiting for ten minutes, my wife finally came out wrapped in a bath towel, turned off the light, and walked over. She didn't turn her face towards the living room; she was probably shy and didn't dare look anywhere. Seeing that I was still watching her from the doorway, she knew I had been watching her the whole time, then lowered her head and slipped into the bedroom. I pulled her in, closed the door, ripped off her bath towel, and pushed her onto the bed, ignoring the situation outside, ignoring my father's expression when he saw her underwear, ignoring everything. What I needed to do now was enter my wife's body. I spread her legs, guided my penis, and thrust it in all the way. My wife let out a soft "Ah!" Normally, she wouldn't be wet after showering, but today, she knew her father might be watching her. Even if she wasn't sure if he was watching the whole time, he had at least seen her occasionally from outside, so she was very aroused, and her vagina was wet. I didn't gradually increase the speed of my thrusts; instead, I went straight in and started thrusting violently, holding her arms down, watching her large breasts tremble on her chest. That right breast—her father had seen it. I pulled my penis out completely, then thrust it back in completely. After hundreds of thrusts, I remained rock hard, while my wife moaned repeatedly, having already orgasmed twice. But I didn't stop, and my wife didn't try to stop me. Soon we were both covered in sweat again, the sounds of our slapping and my wife's cries growing louder and louder. The living room shouldn't be able to hear it, but if the door was open, we would. I was about to open the door, but my wife grabbed me, panting, and said, "That's enough for today. If we do it again, Dad won't be able to take it. What if he says he wants to leave?" I thought she was right; my wife was surprisingly rational. So I increased the force of my thrusts, using all my strength. My wife, knowing the TV was on, was almost screaming. After my wife's third orgasm, I felt myself ejaculating. I thrust a few more times, then suddenly remembered the breasts that had been seen. I pulled out my penis and ejaculated onto my wife's breast. Although she was startled by my actions, she understood I wanted to ejaculate on her and cooperated by thrusting her breast forward. After the climax, we didn't shower. I heard my father turn off the TV and go to the bathroom to wash up. I wanted to listen to the sounds, but I was too lazy to move and didn't think about the purpose of my wife's underwear. We fell asleep in each other's arms. I had a dream. In the dream, my wife, dressed in a white gown, was dancing gracefully. Many people were watching in the dark below. My wife wasn't wearing underwear; her large breasts and pubic hair were clearly visible, even her labia were discernible. My wife's dance was beautiful; her body was so lovely. So many eyes followed her movements to the music. A thin mist seemed to rise, and there seemed to be light. It was like a dream.
Chapter Eight Author: Sexual Demon The warm sunlight streamed in again, and my eyes slowly opened in the light. I woke up early this morning; my wife was up before my father. She seemed to have a lot to do. When I woke up, she had just come into the bedroom from outside. I asked my wife, "Where have you been?" My wife raised her hand, and I noticed she had brought back last night's underwear and that tank top. I jumped up and ran over to ask, "How is it?" My wife said, "How is it? It shouldn't have been touched. I put these on the clothes rack, and I didn't notice any change. You're just overthinking things. Humph!" I hugged my wife from behind and said, "Only I'm overthinking things? If you weren't thinking, why did you put the underwear in that bathroom? You didn't do it on purpose; you're better at it than I am!" My wife pretended to be angry and broke free from my embrace: "Humph, it's all because of you!" I quickly flattered her, bowing: "Thank you, my wife!" My wife chuckled. Then, when we talked about what happened last night, my wife's face flushed again, and our voices seemed to tremble slightly, as if the events were still vivid in our memories. Although we had mentally prepared ourselves for how things would gradually progress, each step forward brought a new struggle between inner conflict and expectation. It was like a calm lake being rippled by a small stone. My wife said that the moment she put on her pajamas and stepped out of the bedroom, her face burned, and she felt as if many eyes were watching her. She was constantly worried about what might have happened, whether it was her upper or lower body. She checked herself many times; she wasn't wearing a bra, and if she bent over or leaned forward slightly, her breasts would be visible, making it seem like she wasn't wearing anything at all. And her father-in-law was also in the house, a father-in-law who was usually stern and kind, yet she was trying to expose her secrets to him. Although she regretted it countless times and dared not, when the opportunity arose, thinking of her father's love for her and her promise to him, she hardened her heart and tried to create opportunities to bend over. And when the baby needed to nurse, she steeled herself and did it. At first, when she was showering, she kept her eyes closed or didn't dare look at the door, even though she wouldn't see his eyes anyway. She was imitating those poses she'd seen in photos and found sexy. She was very nervous when she raised her buttocks, and when she touched her body while showering, she felt like she was masturbating, yet a man was watching, which felt humiliating. However, she also felt a little itchy inside. Later, she gradually got used to it and showered slowly, treating it as a performance for me. She knew I was definitely watching. When she was about to leave, she deliberately put her underwear on top of her other clothes, a bit like a prank. And since it was her most intimate clothing, being seen there felt like having her private parts exposed; she felt aroused. She really wanted to have sex with me, and when we got to the bedroom, my actions satisfied her. As for me, from the moment my wife left the bedroom until we finished making love and fell asleep in each other's arms, I felt a sense of unreality. Although this was what I longed for and had worked hard for, when it actually happened, I still felt burdened. When my wife moved gracefully, her hips swaying back and forth in front of my father, when her breasts were exposed and seen by him, when her figure danced in the bathroom, when she walked naked into the bedroom with only a towel wrapped around her chest, and I pushed her onto the bed, I still couldn't quite believe it was real. My swollen, slightly aching penis told me it was reality. When my wife moaned softly beneath me, I felt like I was going crazy; I just wanted to penetrate her, to possess her. But when I ejaculated, I focused on her exposed breasts—a punishment, or perhaps a reward. After discussing these things, my wife and I shared our deepest feelings with each other, and then we embraced tightly. After tidying up the children and leaving the bedroom, my father was still on the balcony. When he turned around, our eyes met. Would it be awkward? Just as I was thinking this, my father came over to us, sat down at the dining table, and ate as usual, without much awkwardness. Then my father said, "Ruiyang, my foot is almost healed. I want to go back home. I haven't been back for a long time, and it's not good for me to stay here all the time." Lili and I were both stunned. Could it be that my father couldn't accept this? If he felt it was inconvenient for us, that would be fine, but if he felt it was disrespectful to him, that would be bad. I quickly replied, "You're not fully healed yet? It takes a hundred days to recover from a broken bone. Stay here and rest for a while. It's not convenient for you to be alone at home. We can take care of you if you stay here." My father said, "It doesn't bother me anymore. I'm used to living alone. Besides, the plants need care. They've probably overgrown since I left." This was so sudden; we didn't know what to do. I told my father, "Let's talk about it when we get back from get off work!" My wife said the same. After leaving the house, my wife and I exchanged glances. We both knew that our actions over the past few days had likely made my father feel awkward. We went to work, then thought about how to resolve the situation. Just then, my wife texted me, "Honey, are we moving too fast? Is Dad going to have a hard time accepting this?" I replied, "Maybe. Maybe he feels that we're living a comfortable life, and his presence here is inconvenient for us!" My wife said, "If it's the second one, that's great. If it's the first one, your plan is probably going to fall through!" I teased her, "If it falls through, are you disappointed?" My wife sent a bomb emoji and said, "Of course I'm not disappointed. You were the one who suggested it. I was moved by Dad's fatherly love for you, and you, his son, are so filial to Dad. It's good that you even treat your own wife with such devotion. I was moved by you and that's why I agreed." My wife's words were quite insightful; women are emotional creatures. I said, "It seems Dad is determined to leave. How about we take a step back and let him move back in? We can visit him often, not here, but at his doorstep, how about we go and seduce him? Then we can read his diary and see how he feels. I read it today, and his diary hasn't been updated yet. And Dad still has QQ; let's find a way to communicate with him through that." My wife said, "Looks like you're determined. Okay, whatever you say!" When we got home at noon, I asked my father if he wasn't used to living alone. He said he was still used to living alone, and after all these years, he couldn't help it. After lunch, I tidied up for him. Then, my wife and I took him home. Although I didn't want him to live alone, his wishes were the most important. My initial intention was for his happiness; if he was uncomfortable or suffering, then it wouldn't have worked out. After settling him in, my wife and I left his house. Although we weren't completely devastated, we were still a little discouraged. We went to work, the work was boring, and with some mental stress, anxiety crept in. Even though I'd suffered a setback, I couldn't give up so easily. I remembered my father's online diary, opened the link, and entered my username and password. To my surprise, three hours later, my father had updated it. With anticipation, I texted my wife, "Dad's diary updated, let's take a look together." So, my wife and I secretly peeked into my father's diary. We weren't allowed to, but our intentions were good—we wanted an excuse—and with timid nervousness, we began to read my father's thoughts. "Today, I came home." I hadn't been back for over ten days, and everything at home was the same. Although staying with my son was nice, I was used to living here. I hadn't expected the sudden accident that injured me and caused Yang'er and Lili so much worry. Their careful care over the past ten days had confirmed my judgment: Yang'er is a filial son, and Lili is a kind, virtuous, and filial daughter-in-law. It's just that not only could I not help them take care of their young grandson, but I was also causing them trouble. I felt truly guilty. These past few days, I've been able to see my grandson every day, which has been a wonderful thing. He looks just like Yang'er when he was little—a big head, big eyes, and chubby cheeks—I love him so much! I wish he could chat with me someday. Right now, Yang'er and the others are so busy, and I'm resting at home alone, still feeling quite lonely. Hearing I was back, a few old friends I often exercise with came to see me, saying they missed me and wondered why I'd been gone so long. These old folks are really nice; we chat and exercise together. I'll be spending most of my retirement with them. Staying at Yang'er's is quite nice; they can chat with me after work. My in-laws are also nice—very kind people. You only truly understand someone through interaction. But lately, Yang'er and Lili seem to be troubled, especially Lili, who seems to blush often. And since the day it rained, their habits seem to have changed. Maybe that's just their natural way of life, and they only changed because I was there. It seems I've been disturbing their lives.My father wrote this much in the afternoon, but it didn't contain what we wanted. Although he mentioned the changes in our lifestyle, referring to Li Li's clothing, he didn't express his feelings. It's like his seduction was in vain. It seems he still has reservations. Some things are easier said or written down than done. What can we do? We can't tell him, ask him to write it down, or tell us. After reading it, I sent a message to Li Li saying, "It seems our actions made Dad feel like he's influencing our lives." That's good, at least he's not annoyed, but he didn't express his feelings about our actions. Li Li replied, "Yes, that's right." I think Dad couldn't possibly write it down because it's something private. And maybe Dad really doesn't feel anything? After all, I feel he treats me like a daughter, and it's not a big deal for a daughter to act like that in front of her father, right? I think Li Li's analysis is very accurate. Dad truly treats Li Li like a daughter; he likes this daughter-in-law very much. Even if he has feelings, writing them down here, and saying he wanted us to see them, shows him his reservations. Before I could reply, Li Li texted again: "Honey, I just thought of a problem. Suppose Dad has thoughts he can't express, and if we don't help him process them, and he has nowhere to confide in us..." I meant he felt that seeing my body acting strangely was his own fault for being disrespectful to his elders. I was just hypothesizing. Wouldn't he feel even worse? I don't want to cause him psychological problems. My wife's thinking is really comprehensive. I continued her train of thought, "Yes, Dad is alone, with no one to confide in, which is why he keeps a diary. But now he doesn't dare write everything in it; keeping it all bottled up must be painful. Even if it doesn't cause psychological problems, it will still trouble him, which goes against our filial piety. What should we do?" My wife texted back: "I don't know! I'll think of something." Yes, this problem has arisen again. Direct discussion is impossible; discussing it via text message is no different from direct discussion. And a diary won't work; I can't tell him and make him write all his thoughts in his diary. I texted my wife, "Let's figure something out together!" After get off work, I picked her up, bought some groceries and food, and we went to deliver them to my father. I didn't want him to go out to buy things himself, since his foot injury had just healed. When we arrived, my father said he didn't need us to bring anything; there was a small market near his house, and he could buy what he needed. We told him that the children were at my wife's house, so we came over to cook something for him. After we went into the room, my wife quickly put on an apron and started cooking, while I stayed in the living room with my father, chatting. My father said, "Don't be so lazy. Look how diligent Lili is. Living together requires mutual consideration and giving. Lili knows how to give more, so you should be sensible too and help her more." Listening to my father's teachings, I said, "I know, Dad. Speaking of giving, you've given enough to my life. I want you to enjoy life. If you need anything, just tell us, and we'll try our best to meet your needs." My father said, "Look at what you're saying. Having a child means raising them. I'm very satisfied with your development today; that's my greatest reward and enjoyment. I don't ask for anything." Actually, I tried many times to express that thought, but after all, he was my own father. Saying those words, according to current moral standards, would be contrary to morality, even outrageous. So, I still didn't say it. I continued, "Raising children to provide for you in your old age is a matter of course. Now that I'm married and have a career, my biggest wish is for your happy retirement. As long as you can live happily, Lili and I are willing to do anything!" This was the most I could say. I hoped that if Father truly felt guilty about seeing Lili's body, he wouldn't feel too much guilt, and that he could face it with a clear conscience after he did that one day. Lili, in the kitchen, should have heard our conversation. After a while, noticing we were talking less, she called us to eat. I had to drive today, so I didn't drink with Father. Father was very happy, probably because we came to eat with him. I hoped it was because of my words earlier, that I was telling him Lili's hint was intentional, and that Father should accept it. Unfortunately, these were just my thoughts. After dinner, I helped clear the dishes, and Father strolled around the living room, taking a walk. Lili went to Father's room and helped change the bed and blankets. Li Li packed the blankets and sheets, along with everything else that hadn't been used in a long time, into a large bag. Even my father's clothes from the bathroom were packed up. When we took them out, my father saw them and quickly stopped us, not wanting us to take them. He knew Li Li would wash them for him. Although he knew Li Li was a dutiful daughter-in-law, he used to do all this himself. Li Li said, "Dad, your legs aren't very strong now, I can wash them for you. Besides, the washing machine will finish quickly. I'll bring them back to you when they're dry. I've changed the sheets and blankets on your bed. We'll come back to collect the blankets on the balcony tomorrow afternoon. Don't move around too much, don't hurt your legs again." Hearing Li Li's words, I was truly moved. What a wonderful and dutiful daughter-in-law! Where can you find one like that these days? My father also had a happy and affirming expression. Li Li, however, just smiled, as if it was her duty. My wife truly looked beautiful at that moment. When I forgot my inner thoughts and stopped dwelling on them, I discovered an even more beautiful side of Li Li. I left home to pick up the children. On the way, I said to my wife, "Honey, you're so good, so virtuous and capable." My wife replied, "You're such a smooth talker. I can't fulfill your wish right now, but at least you can take care of Father's daily needs." The knot in my heart, which had been driven away by the happiness of my wife's virtue, returned. How should I break through that barrier? Now that Father doesn't live with us, I don't know how he feels about the two previous attempts to seduce me. What should we do? I'm certain Father isn't angry, and as long as he's not angry, I can continue to test the waters. Just as our bottom line is slowly shifting, I feel Father's bottom line will also slowly shift. After picking up the children and returning home, my wife first put Father's clothes in the washing machine, then put the children to bed. As for me, there was nothing I could do to help. I just aimlessly browsed the internet, thinking about breaking through Father's barrier, so I went to various forums and found all sorts of novels about cuckolding and incest, but I didn't find any inspiration. After my wife finished tidying up, she was sweating from all the work. I quickly turned on the air conditioner so she could sit down and rest. Then I stood behind her and massaged her shoulders and arms. Although I wasn't a professional, my wife was still quite happy. After all, she had worked so hard for me, and I had shown her gratitude and taken action. Women are so emotional; if you treat them well, they'll do anything. Then I said to my wife, "Dad, I haven't thought of a good solution. Those novels online aren't very helpful, except maybe during sex. What should we do?" My wife said, "All you know is sex." It's important to understand my father's thoughts. Communicating with him isn't as important as communicating with him face-to-face or via text. But communication is still necessary! I suddenly had an idea: "Father might still update his diary, but we still have a tool. We wrote down his QQ number; could we think of a way to do that?" My wife said, "That's something to consider, but how do we add him? Whose QQ should we use, or a stranger's? And what method should we use?" We spent a long time that evening discussing this issue—which QQ to use to add Father. Actually, it wasn't about the QQ itself, but about the method. My wife went to take care of the children, while I created two new QQ accounts as backups. I added Father's QQ to my own and my wife's accounts, but not the new ones. Then I called Father and told him we were on our QQ accounts. This way, we could chat with Father online when we had time and know how online he was. The new QQ accounts were backups, to be used when needed. However, after discussing it for a long time, we still couldn't reach a conclusion. We decided to think it over; it seemed this matter couldn't be resolved quickly, and the progress we'd made in the past two days was already significant, so further planning was needed. We discussed it until very late, and discovered that my father didn't log off until 11 pm. It seemed he really went to bed late. We were both exhausted, so we went to sleep together. We didn't make love tonight, perhaps because we were tired, or perhaps because of the intense stimulation of the past few days, the fatigue after the passion. Before sleeping, we kissed and I thanked my wife for her virtue and support, and then we expressed our love for each other. A feeling of happiness welled up inside us, and we fell asleep in each other's arms, feeling incredibly blissful.That's alright, at least he's not annoyed, but he hasn't expressed his feelings about our actions. Li Li replied, "Yes, that's right." I don't think Dad could write it down, because it's something he keeps to himself. Besides, maybe Dad really doesn't feel anything? After all, I feel he treats me like a daughter, and it's not a big deal for a daughter to act like that in front of her father, right? I think Li Li's analysis is very accurate; Dad truly treats Li Li like a daughter, and he likes this daughter-in-law very much. Even if he has thoughts in his heart, writing them here, and saying he wants us to see them, would make him hesitant. Before I could reply, Li Li sent another message saying, "Honey, I thought of a question? Suppose Dad has thoughts but can't express them, and if we don't help him process his feelings, and he has nowhere to confide in..." I mean, he feels that seeing my body acting strangely is his own disrespect for his age. I'm just hypothesizing. Won't he feel even more distressed? I don't want to cause him psychological problems. My wife's thinking was really comprehensive. I continued her train of thought, saying, "Yes, Dad's always been alone, with no one to confide in, which is why he keeps a diary. But now he can't write everything in it; keeping it all bottled up must be painful. Even if it doesn't cause psychological problems, it will still bother him, which goes against our filial piety. What should we do?" My wife texted, "I don't know! Let's think of something." Yes, this problem has arisen again. Direct discussion is impossible; discussing it via text message is no different. And a diary won't work; I can't tell him to write all his thoughts in it. I texted my wife, "Let's think of something together!" After get off work, I picked up my wife, bought some groceries, and went to deliver them to my father. I didn't want him to go out to buy things himself, since his foot injury had just healed. When we arrived, my father said he didn't need us to bring anything; there was a small market near the entrance, and he could buy some himself. We told him that the children were at my wife's house, so we came over to cook for him. After entering the room, my wife quickly put on an apron and started cooking, while I chatted with my father in the living room. My father said, "Don't be too lazy. Look how diligent Lili is. Living together requires mutual consideration and giving. Lili is willing to give more, so you should be sensible and help her more." Listening to my father's teachings, I said, "I know, Dad. Speaking of giving, you've given enough to my life. I want you to enjoy life. If you need anything, just tell us, and we'll try our best to meet your needs." My father said, "Look at you, having a child means raising them. I'm very satisfied with your development today; that's my greatest reward and enjoyment. I don't ask for anything." Actually, I tried many times to express that thought, but after all, he was my own father. Saying those words, according to current moral standards, would be contrary to morality, even outrageous. So, I still didn't say it. I continued, "Raising children to provide for you in your old age is a matter of course. Now that I'm married and have a career, my biggest wish is for your happy retirement. As long as you can live happily, Lili and I are willing to do anything!" This was the most I could say. I hoped that if Father truly felt guilty about seeing Lili's body, he wouldn't feel too much guilt, and that he could face it with a clear conscience after he did that one day. Lili, in the kitchen, should have heard our conversation. After a while, noticing we were talking less, she called us to eat. I had to drive today, so I didn't drink with Father. Father was very happy, probably because we came to eat with him. I hoped it was because of my words earlier, that I was telling him Lili's hint was intentional, and that Father should accept it. Unfortunately, these were just my thoughts. After dinner, I helped clear the dishes, and Father strolled around the living room, taking a walk. Lili went to Father's room and helped change the bed and blankets. Li Li packed the blankets and sheets, along with everything else that hadn't been used in a long time, into a large bag. Even my father's clothes from the bathroom were packed up. When we took them out, my father saw them and quickly stopped us, not wanting us to take them. He knew Li Li would wash them for him. Although he knew Li Li was a dutiful daughter-in-law, he used to do all this himself. Li Li said, "Dad, your legs aren't very strong now, I can wash them for you. Besides, the washing machine will finish quickly. I'll bring them back to you when they're dry. I've changed the sheets and blankets on your bed. We'll come back to collect the blankets on the balcony tomorrow afternoon. Don't move around too much, don't hurt your legs again." Hearing Li Li's words, I was truly moved. What a wonderful and dutiful daughter-in-law! Where can you find one like that these days? My father also had a happy and affirming expression. Li Li, however, just smiled, as if it was her duty. My wife truly looked beautiful at that moment. When I forgot my inner thoughts and stopped dwelling on them, I discovered an even more beautiful side of Li Li. I left home to pick up the children. On the way, I said to my wife, "Honey, you're so good, so virtuous and capable." My wife replied, "You're such a smooth talker. I can't fulfill your wish right now, but at least you can take care of Father's daily needs." The knot in my heart, which had been driven away by the happiness of my wife's virtue, returned. How should I break through that barrier? Now that Father doesn't live with us, I don't know how he feels about the two previous attempts to seduce me. What should we do? I'm certain Father isn't angry, and as long as he's not angry, I can continue to test the waters. Just as our bottom line is slowly shifting, I feel Father's bottom line will also slowly shift. After picking up the children and returning home, my wife first put Father's clothes in the washing machine, then put the children to bed. As for me, there was nothing I could do to help. I just aimlessly browsed the internet, thinking about breaking through Father's barrier, so I went to various forums and found all sorts of novels about cuckolding and incest, but I didn't find any inspiration. After my wife finished tidying up, she was sweating from all the work. I quickly turned on the air conditioner so she could sit down and rest. Then I stood behind her and massaged her shoulders and arms. Although I wasn't a professional, my wife was still quite happy. After all, she had worked so hard for me, and I had shown her gratitude and taken action. Women are so emotional; if you treat them well, they'll do anything. Then I said to my wife, "Dad, I haven't thought of a good solution. Those novels online aren't very helpful, except maybe during sex. What should we do?" My wife said, "All you know is sex." It's important to understand my father's thoughts. Communicating with him isn't as important as communicating with him face-to-face or via text. But communication is still necessary! I suddenly had an idea: "Father might still update his diary, but we still have a tool. We wrote down his QQ number; could we think of a way to do that?" My wife said, "That's something to consider, but how do we add him? Whose QQ should we use, or a stranger's? And what method should we use?" We spent a long time that evening discussing this issue—which QQ to use to add Father. Actually, it wasn't about the QQ itself, but about the method. My wife went to take care of the children, while I created two new QQ accounts as backups. I added Father's QQ to my own and my wife's accounts, but not the new ones. Then I called Father and told him we were on our QQ accounts. This way, we could chat with Father online when we had time and know how online he was. The new QQ accounts were backups, to be used when needed. However, after discussing it for a long time, we still couldn't reach a conclusion. We decided to think it over; it seemed this matter couldn't be resolved quickly, and the progress we'd made in the past two days was already significant, so further planning was needed. We discussed it until very late, and discovered that my father didn't log off until 11 pm. It seemed he really went to bed late. We were both exhausted, so we went to sleep together. We didn't make love tonight, perhaps because we were tired, or perhaps because of the intense stimulation of the past few days, the fatigue after the passion. Before sleeping, we kissed and I thanked my wife for her virtue and support, and then we expressed our love for each other. A feeling of happiness welled up inside us, and we fell asleep in each other's arms, feeling incredibly blissful.That's alright, at least he's not annoyed, but he hasn't expressed his feelings about our actions. Li Li replied, "Yes, that's right." I don't think Dad could write it down, because it's something he keeps to himself. Besides, maybe Dad really doesn't feel anything? After all, I feel he treats me like a daughter, and it's not a big deal for a daughter to act like that in front of her father, right? I think Li Li's analysis is very accurate; Dad truly treats Li Li like a daughter, and he likes this daughter-in-law very much. Even if he has thoughts in his heart, writing them here, and saying he wants us to see them, would make him hesitant. Before I could reply, Li Li sent another message saying, "Honey, I thought of a question? Suppose Dad has thoughts but can't express them, and if we don't help him process his feelings, and he has nowhere to confide in..." I mean, he feels that seeing my body acting strangely is his own disrespect for his age. I'm just hypothesizing. Won't he feel even more distressed? I don't want to cause him psychological problems. My wife's thinking was really comprehensive. I continued her train of thought, saying, "Yes, Dad's always been alone, with no one to confide in, which is why he keeps a diary. But now he can't write everything in it; keeping it all bottled up must be painful. Even if it doesn't cause psychological problems, it will still bother him, which goes against our filial piety. What should we do?" My wife texted, "I don't know! Let's think of something." Yes, this problem has arisen again. Direct discussion is impossible; discussing it via text message is no different. And a diary won't work; I can't tell him to write all his thoughts in it. I texted my wife, "Let's think of something together!" After get off work, I picked up my wife, bought some groceries, and went to deliver them to my father. I didn't want him to go out to buy things himself, since his foot injury had just healed. When we arrived, my father said he didn't need us to bring anything; there was a small market near the entrance, and he could buy some himself. We told him that the children were at my wife's house, so we came over to cook for him. After entering the room, my wife quickly put on an apron and started cooking, while I chatted with my father in the living room. My father said, "Don't be too lazy. Look how diligent Lili is. Living together requires mutual consideration and giving. Lili is willing to give more, so you should be sensible and help her more." Listening to my father's teachings, I said, "I know, Dad. Speaking of giving, you've given enough to my life. I want you to enjoy life. If you need anything, just tell us, and we'll try our best to meet your needs." My father said, "Look at you, having a child means raising them. I'm very satisfied with your development today; that's my greatest reward and enjoyment. I don't ask for anything." Actually, I tried many times to express that thought, but after all, he was my own father. Saying those words, according to current moral standards, would be contrary to morality, even outrageous. So, I still didn't say it. I continued, "Raising children to provide for you in your old age is a matter of course. Now that I'm married and have a career, my biggest wish is for your happy retirement. As long as you can live happily, Lili and I are willing to do anything!" This was the most I could say. I hoped that if Father truly felt guilty about seeing Lili's body, he wouldn't feel too much guilt, and that he could face it with a clear conscience after he did that one day. Lili, in the kitchen, should have heard our conversation. After a while, noticing we were talking less, she called us to eat. I had to drive today, so I didn't drink with Father. Father was very happy, probably because we came to eat with him. I hoped it was because of my words earlier, that I was telling him Lili's hint was intentional, and that Father should accept it. Unfortunately, these were just my thoughts. After dinner, I helped clear the dishes, and Father strolled around the living room, taking a walk. Lili went to Father's room and helped change the bed and blankets. Li Li packed the blankets and sheets, along with everything else that hadn't been used in a long time, into a large bag. Even my father's clothes from the bathroom were packed up. When we took them out, my father saw them and quickly stopped us, not wanting us to take them. He knew Li Li would wash them for him. Although he knew Li Li was a dutiful daughter-in-law, he used to do all this himself. Li Li said, "Dad, your legs aren't very strong now, I can wash them for you. Besides, the washing machine will finish quickly. I'll bring them back to you when they're dry. I've changed the sheets and blankets on your bed. We'll come back to collect the blankets on the balcony tomorrow afternoon. Don't move around too much, don't hurt your legs again." Hearing Li Li's words, I was truly moved. What a wonderful and dutiful daughter-in-law! Where can you find one like that these days? My father also had a happy and affirming expression. Li Li, however, just smiled, as if it was her duty. My wife truly looked beautiful at that moment. When I forgot my inner thoughts and stopped dwelling on them, I discovered an even more beautiful side of Li Li. I left home to pick up the children. On the way, I said to my wife, "Honey, you're so good, so virtuous and capable." My wife replied, "You're such a smooth talker. I can't fulfill your wish right now, but at least you can take care of Father's daily needs." The knot in my heart, which had been driven away by the happiness of my wife's virtue, returned. How should I break through that barrier? Now that Father doesn't live with us, I don't know how he feels about the two previous attempts to seduce me. What should we do? I'm certain Father isn't angry, and as long as he's not angry, I can continue to test the waters. Just as our bottom line is slowly shifting, I feel Father's bottom line will also slowly shift. After picking up the children and returning home, my wife first put Father's clothes in the washing machine, then put the children to bed. As for me, there was nothing I could do to help. I just aimlessly browsed the internet, thinking about breaking through Father's barrier, so I went to various forums and found all sorts of novels about cuckolding and incest, but I didn't find any inspiration. After my wife finished tidying up, she was sweating from all the work. I quickly turned on the air conditioner so she could sit down and rest. Then I stood behind her and massaged her shoulders and arms. Although I wasn't a professional, my wife was still quite happy. After all, she had worked so hard for me, and I had shown her gratitude and taken action. Women are so emotional; if you treat them well, they'll do anything. Then I said to my wife, "Dad, I haven't thought of a good solution. Those novels online aren't very helpful, except maybe during sex. What should we do?" My wife said, "All you know is sex." It's important to understand my father's thoughts. Communicating with him isn't as important as communicating with him face-to-face or via text. But communication is still necessary! I suddenly had an idea: "Father might still update his diary, but we still have a tool. We wrote down his QQ number; could we think of a way to do that?" My wife said, "That's something to consider, but how do we add him? Whose QQ should we use, or a stranger's? And what method should we use?" We spent a long time that evening discussing this issue—which QQ to use to add Father. Actually, it wasn't about the QQ itself, but about the method. My wife went to take care of the children, while I created two new QQ accounts as backups. I added Father's QQ to my own and my wife's accounts, but not the new ones. Then I called Father and told him we were on our QQ accounts. This way, we could chat with Father online when we had time and know how online he was. The new QQ accounts were backups, to be used when needed. However, after discussing it for a long time, we still couldn't reach a conclusion. We decided to think it over; it seemed this matter couldn't be resolved quickly, and the progress we'd made in the past two days was already significant, so further planning was needed. We discussed it until very late, and discovered that my father didn't log off until 11 pm. It seemed he really went to bed late. We were both exhausted, so we went to sleep together. We didn't make love tonight, perhaps because we were tired, or perhaps because of the intense stimulation of the past few days, the fatigue after the passion. Before sleeping, we kissed and I thanked my wife for her virtue and support, and then we expressed our love for each other. A feeling of happiness welled up inside us, and we fell asleep in each other's arms, feeling incredibly blissful.Even if it doesn't cause psychological problems, it will still trouble the elderly, which goes against our original intention of filial piety. What should we do?" My wife texted, "I don't know! Let's think of something." Yes, this problem has arisen again. Direct discussion is impossible, and discussing it via text message is no different from discussing it directly. And a diary won't work either; I can't tell him and ask him to write all his thoughts in his diary. I texted my wife, "Let's think of something together!" After get off work, I picked up my wife, bought some groceries, and we went to deliver them to my father. I didn't want him to go out to buy them himself, since his foot injury had just healed. When we arrived, my father said that we didn't need to deliver them; there was a small market near the entrance, and he could buy some himself. We told him that the children were at my wife's house, so we came over to cook something for Dad. After entering the room, my wife quickly put on an apron and started cooking, while I chatted with my father in the living room. My father said, "Don't be so lazy. Look how diligent Lili is. Living together requires mutual consideration and giving. Lili knows how to give more, so you should be sensible too and help her more." Listening to my father's teachings, I said, "I know, Dad. Speaking of giving, you've given enough to my life. I want you to enjoy life. If you need anything, just tell us, and we'll try our best to meet your needs." My father said, "Look at what you're saying. Having a child means raising them. I'm very satisfied with your development today; that's my greatest reward and enjoyment. I don't ask for anything." Actually, I tried many times to express that thought, but after all, he was my own father. Saying those words, according to current moral standards, would be contrary to morality, even outrageous. So, I still didn't say it. I continued, "Raising children to provide for you in your old age is a matter of course. Now that I'm married and have a career, my biggest wish is for your happy retirement. As long as you can live happily, Lili and I are willing to do anything!" This was the most I could say. I hoped that if Father truly felt guilty about seeing Lili's body, he wouldn't feel too much guilt, and that he could face it with a clear conscience after he did that one day. Lili, in the kitchen, should have heard our conversation. After a while, noticing we were talking less, she called us to eat. I had to drive today, so I didn't drink with Father. Father was very happy, probably because we came to eat with him. I hoped it was because of my words earlier, that I was telling him Lili's hint was intentional, and that Father should accept it. Unfortunately, these were just my thoughts. After dinner, I helped clear the dishes, and Father strolled around the living room, taking a walk. Lili went to Father's room and helped change the bed and blankets. Li Li packed the blankets and sheets, along with everything else that hadn't been used in a long time, into a large bag. Even my father's clothes from the bathroom were packed up. When we took them out, my father saw them and quickly stopped us, not wanting us to take them. He knew Li Li would wash them for him. Although he knew Li Li was a dutiful daughter-in-law, he used to do all this himself. Li Li said, "Dad, your legs aren't very strong now, I can wash them for you. Besides, the washing machine will finish quickly. I'll bring them back to you when they're dry. I've changed the sheets and blankets on your bed. We'll come back to collect the blankets on the balcony tomorrow afternoon. Don't move around too much, don't hurt your legs again." Hearing Li Li's words, I was truly moved. What a wonderful and dutiful daughter-in-law! Where can you find one like that these days? My father also had a happy and affirming expression. Li Li, however, just smiled, as if it was her duty. My wife truly looked beautiful at that moment. When I forgot my inner thoughts and stopped dwelling on them, I discovered an even more beautiful side of Li Li. I left home to pick up the children. On the way, I said to my wife, "Honey, you're so good, so virtuous and capable." My wife replied, "You're such a smooth talker. I can't fulfill your wish right now, but at least you can take care of Father's daily needs." The knot in my heart, which had been driven away by the happiness of my wife's virtue, returned. How should I break through that barrier? Now that Father doesn't live with us, I don't know how he feels about the two previous attempts to seduce me. What should we do? I'm certain Father isn't angry, and as long as he's not angry, I can continue to test the waters. Just as our bottom line is slowly shifting, I feel Father's bottom line will also slowly shift. After picking up the children and returning home, my wife first put Father's clothes in the washing machine, then put the children to bed. As for me, there was nothing I could do to help. I just aimlessly browsed the internet, thinking about breaking through Father's barrier, so I went to various forums and found all sorts of novels about cuckolding and incest, but I didn't find any inspiration. After my wife finished tidying up, she was sweating from all the work. I quickly turned on the air conditioner so she could sit down and rest. Then I stood behind her and massaged her shoulders and arms. Although I wasn't a professional, my wife was still quite happy. After all, she had worked so hard for me, and I had shown her gratitude and taken action. Women are so emotional; if you treat them well, they'll do anything. Then I said to my wife, "Dad, I haven't thought of a good solution. Those novels online aren't very helpful, except maybe during sex. What should we do?" My wife said, "All you know is sex." It's important to understand my father's thoughts. Communicating with him isn't as important as communicating with him face-to-face or via text. But communication is still necessary! I suddenly had an idea: "Father might still update his diary, but we still have a tool. We wrote down his QQ number; could we think of a way to do that?" My wife said, "That's something to consider, but how do we add him? Whose QQ should we use, or a stranger's? And what method should we use?" We spent a long time that evening discussing this issue—which QQ to use to add Father. Actually, it wasn't about the QQ itself, but about the method. My wife went to take care of the children, while I created two new QQ accounts as backups. I added Father's QQ to my own and my wife's accounts, but not the new ones. Then I called Father and told him we were on our QQ accounts. This way, we could chat with Father online when we had time and know how online he was. The new QQ accounts were backups, to be used when needed. However, after discussing it for a long time, we still couldn't reach a conclusion. We decided to think it over; it seemed this matter couldn't be resolved quickly, and the progress we'd made in the past two days was already significant, so further planning was needed. We discussed it until very late, and discovered that my father didn't log off until 11 pm. It seemed he really went to bed late. We were both exhausted, so we went to sleep together. We didn't make love tonight, perhaps because we were tired, or perhaps because of the intense stimulation of the past few days, the fatigue after the passion. Before sleeping, we kissed and I thanked my wife for her virtue and support, and then we expressed our love for each other. A feeling of happiness welled up inside us, and we fell asleep in each other's arms, feeling incredibly blissful.Even if it doesn't cause psychological problems, it will still trouble the elderly, which goes against our original intention of filial piety. What should we do?" My wife texted, "I don't know! Let's think of something." Yes, this problem has arisen again. Direct discussion is impossible, and discussing it via text message is no different from discussing it directly. And a diary won't work either; I can't tell him and ask him to write all his thoughts in his diary. I texted my wife, "Let's think of something together!" After get off work, I picked up my wife, bought some groceries, and we went to deliver them to my father. I didn't want him to go out to buy them himself, since his foot injury had just healed. When we arrived, my father said that we didn't need to deliver them; there was a small market near the entrance, and he could buy some himself. We told him that the children were at my wife's house, so we came over to cook something for Dad. After entering the room, my wife quickly put on an apron and started cooking, while I chatted with my father in the living room. My father said, "Don't be so lazy. Look how diligent Lili is. Living together requires mutual consideration and giving. Lili knows how to give more, so you should be sensible too and help her more." Listening to my father's teachings, I said, "I know, Dad. Speaking of giving, you've given enough to my life. I want you to enjoy life. If you need anything, just tell us, and we'll try our best to meet your needs." My father said, "Look at what you're saying. Having a child means raising them. I'm very satisfied with your development today; that's my greatest reward and enjoyment. I don't ask for anything." Actually, I tried many times to express that thought, but after all, he was my own father. Saying those words, according to current moral standards, would be contrary to morality, even outrageous. So, I still didn't say it. I continued, "Raising children to provide for you in your old age is a matter of course. Now that I'm married and have a career, my biggest wish is for your happy retirement. As long as you can live happily, Lili and I are willing to do anything!" This was the most I could say. I hoped that if Father truly felt guilty about seeing Lili's body, he wouldn't feel too much guilt, and that he could face it with a clear conscience after he did that one day. Lili, in the kitchen, should have heard our conversation. After a while, noticing we were talking less, she called us to eat. I had to drive today, so I didn't drink with Father. Father was very happy, probably because we came to eat with him. I hoped it was because of my words earlier, that I was telling him Lili's hint was intentional, and that Father should accept it. Unfortunately, these were just my thoughts. After dinner, I helped clear the dishes, and Father strolled around the living room, taking a walk. Lili went to Father's room and helped change the bed and blankets. Li Li packed the blankets and sheets, along with everything else that hadn't been used in a long time, into a large bag. Even my father's clothes from the bathroom were packed up. When we took them out, my father saw them and quickly stopped us, not wanting us to take them. He knew Li Li would wash them for him. Although he knew Li Li was a dutiful daughter-in-law, he used to do all this himself. Li Li said, "Dad, your legs aren't very strong now, I can wash them for you. Besides, the washing machine will finish quickly. I'll bring them back to you when they're dry. I've changed the sheets and blankets on your bed. We'll come back to collect the blankets on the balcony tomorrow afternoon. Don't move around too much, don't hurt your legs again." Hearing Li Li's words, I was truly moved. What a wonderful and dutiful daughter-in-law! Where can you find one like that these days? My father also had a happy and affirming expression. Li Li, however, just smiled, as if it was her duty. My wife truly looked beautiful at that moment. When I forgot my inner thoughts and stopped dwelling on them, I discovered an even more beautiful side of Li Li. I left home to pick up the children. On the way, I said to my wife, "Honey, you're so good, so virtuous and capable." My wife replied, "You're such a smooth talker. I can't fulfill your wish right now, but at least you can take care of Father's daily needs." The knot in my heart, which had been driven away by the happiness of my wife's virtue, returned. How should I break through that barrier? Now that Father doesn't live with us, I don't know how he feels about the two previous attempts to seduce me. What should we do? I'm certain Father isn't angry, and as long as he's not angry, I can continue to test the waters. Just as our bottom line is slowly shifting, I feel Father's bottom line will also slowly shift. After picking up the children and returning home, my wife first put Father's clothes in the washing machine, then put the children to bed. As for me, there was nothing I could do to help. I just aimlessly browsed the internet, thinking about breaking through Father's barrier, so I went to various forums and found all sorts of novels about cuckolding and incest, but I didn't find any inspiration. After my wife finished tidying up, she was sweating from all the work. I quickly turned on the air conditioner so she could sit down and rest. Then I stood behind her and massaged her shoulders and arms. Although I wasn't a professional, my wife was still quite happy. After all, she had worked so hard for me, and I had shown her gratitude and taken action. Women are so emotional; if you treat them well, they'll do anything. Then I said to my wife, "Dad, I haven't thought of a good solution. Those novels online aren't very helpful, except maybe during sex. What should we do?" My wife said, "All you know is sex." It's important to understand my father's thoughts. Communicating with him isn't as important as communicating with him face-to-face or via text. But communication is still necessary! I suddenly had an idea: "Father might still update his diary, but we still have a tool. We wrote down his QQ number; could we think of a way to do that?" My wife said, "That's something to consider, but how do we add him? Whose QQ should we use, or a stranger's? And what method should we use?" We spent a long time that evening discussing this issue—which QQ to use to add Father. Actually, it wasn't about the QQ itself, but about the method. My wife went to take care of the children, while I created two new QQ accounts as backups. I added Father's QQ to my own and my wife's accounts, but not the new ones. Then I called Father and told him we were on our QQ accounts. This way, we could chat with Father online when we had time and know how online he was. The new QQ accounts were backups, to be used when needed. However, after discussing it for a long time, we still couldn't reach a conclusion. We decided to think it over; it seemed this matter couldn't be resolved quickly, and the progress we'd made in the past two days was already significant, so further planning was needed. We discussed it until very late, and discovered that my father didn't log off until 11 pm. It seemed he really went to bed late. We were both exhausted, so we went to sleep together. We didn't make love tonight, perhaps because we were tired, or perhaps because of the intense stimulation of the past few days, the fatigue after the passion. Before sleeping, we kissed and I thanked my wife for her virtue and support, and then we expressed our love for each other. A feeling of happiness welled up inside us, and we fell asleep in each other's arms, feeling incredibly blissful.My father was very happy, probably because we came to have dinner with him. I actually hoped it was because of my earlier words—that I was telling him that Li Li's hint was intentional, and that he should accept it. Unfortunately, these were just my thoughts. After dinner, I helped clear the dishes, and my father strolled around the living room, taking a walk. Li Li went to my father's room and changed the bed and bedding. She hung the blankets on the balcony to dry, and packed all the sheets and other things that hadn't been used in a long time into a large bag. She also packed up my father's clothes from the bathroom. When we took them out, my father saw them and quickly stopped us from taking them. He knew that if we took them back, Li Li would wash them for him. Although he knew Li Li was a dutiful daughter-in-law, he used to do all these things himself. Li Li said, "Dad, your legs aren't very strong right now, I can wash them for you. Besides, the washing machine will finish quickly. I'll bring them back to you when they're dry. I've changed all the sheets and blankets on your bed. We'll come and collect the blankets on the balcony tomorrow afternoon. Don't move around too much, don't hurt your legs again." Hearing Li Li's words, I was truly moved. What a wonderful and filial daughter-in-law! Where can you find one like that these days? My father also had a happy and affirming expression on his face. Li Li, however, just smiled, as if it was her duty. My wife was truly beautiful at that moment. Forgetting my inner thoughts and not dwelling on those things, I discovered an even more beautiful side of Li Li. I left home to pick up the children. On the way, I said to my wife, "Wife, you're so good, so virtuous and capable." My wife said, "You're so glib. I can't fulfill your wish right now, but at least I can take care of Dad's daily needs." The knot in my heart that had been driven away by the happiness of my wife's virtue returned to my heart. How do we break through this barrier? My father doesn't live with us anymore, and I don't know how he feels about his two previous attempts to seduce me. What are we supposed to do? I'm certain he's not angry, and as long as he's not angry, we can continue testing the waters. Just as our bottom line is slowly shifting, I feel his will too. After picking the kids up and returning home, my wife first put my father's clothes in the washing machine, then put the kids to bed. As for me, there wasn't much I could do to help. I just aimlessly browsed the internet, thinking about breaking through my father's barrier, so I went to various forums and found all sorts of novels about incest and wife-cuckolding, but I didn't find any inspiration. After my wife finished cleaning up, she was sweating profusely, so I quickly turned on the air conditioner and let her sit down to rest. Then I stood behind her, massaging her shoulders and arms. Although I wasn't a professional, my wife was still quite happy. After all, she was working so hard for me, and I showed her gratitude and even took action. Women are very emotional; as long as you treat them well, they'll do anything. Then I said to my wife, "Dad, I haven't thought of a good solution. Those novels online aren't very helpful, except maybe during sex. What should we do?" My wife said, "All you do is make love." It's important to know what our father is thinking. Communicating with him isn't as important as communicating with him face-to-face or via text. But communication is still necessary! I suddenly had an idea: "Dad might still update his diary, but we still have a tool. We wrote down his QQ number; could we think of that?" My wife said, "That's something to consider, but how do we add him? Whose QQ should we use, or a stranger's? But what method should we use?" Then we spent a long time that night discussing this issue—which QQ to use to add our father. Actually, it wasn't about the QQ number itself, but about the method of adding him. My wife went to take care of the children, while I created two new QQ accounts as backups. I added my own and my wife's QQ accounts to my father's QQ account, but didn't add the new ones. Then I called my father and told him we were on our QQ accounts. This way, I could chat with him online and check his online status. The new QQ accounts were for backup, to be used when needed. However, after discussing it for a long time, we still couldn't reach a conclusion. We decided to think it over; it seemed this couldn't be rushed, and the progress we'd made in the past two days was already significant, so further planning was needed. We discussed it until very late, and found that my father didn't log off until 11 pm. It seemed he really went to bed late. We were both exhausted, so we went to sleep together. We didn't make love tonight, perhaps because we were tired, or perhaps because of the intense stimulation of the past few days, the fatigue after the passion. Before sleeping, we kissed and hugged, thanking my wife for her virtue and support, and then expressing our love for each other. A sense of happiness welled up inside us, and we fell asleep in each other's arms, feeling incredibly blissful.My father was very happy, probably because we came to have dinner with him. I actually hoped it was because of my earlier words—that I was telling him that Li Li's hint was intentional, and that he should accept it. Unfortunately, these were just my thoughts. After dinner, I helped clear the dishes, and my father strolled around the living room, taking a walk. Li Li went to my father's room and changed the bed and bedding. She hung the blankets on the balcony to dry, and packed all the sheets and other things that hadn't been used in a long time into a large bag. She also packed up my father's clothes from the bathroom. When we took them out, my father saw them and quickly stopped us from taking them. He knew that if we took them back, Li Li would wash them for him. Although he knew Li Li was a dutiful daughter-in-law, he used to do all these things himself. Li Li said, "Dad, your legs aren't very strong right now, I can wash them for you. Besides, the washing machine will finish quickly. I'll bring them back to you when they're dry. I've changed all the sheets and blankets on your bed. We'll come and collect the blankets on the balcony tomorrow afternoon. Don't move around too much, don't hurt your legs again." Hearing Li Li's words, I was truly moved. What a wonderful and filial daughter-in-law! Where can you find one like that these days? My father also had a happy and affirming expression on his face. Li Li, however, just smiled, as if it was her duty. My wife was truly beautiful at that moment. Forgetting my inner thoughts and not dwelling on those things, I discovered an even more beautiful side of Li Li. I left home to pick up the children. On the way, I said to my wife, "Wife, you're so good, so virtuous and capable." My wife said, "You're so glib. I can't fulfill your wish right now, but at least I can take care of Dad's daily needs." The knot in my heart that had been driven away by the happiness of my wife's virtue returned to my heart. How do we break through this barrier? My father doesn't live with us anymore, and I don't know how he feels about his two previous attempts to seduce me. What are we supposed to do? I'm certain he's not angry, and as long as he's not angry, we can continue testing the waters. Just as our bottom line is slowly shifting, I feel his will too. After picking the kids up and returning home, my wife first put my father's clothes in the washing machine, then put the kids to bed. As for me, there wasn't much I could do to help. I just aimlessly browsed the internet, thinking about breaking through my father's barrier, so I went to various forums and found all sorts of novels about incest and wife-cuckolding, but I didn't find any inspiration. After my wife finished cleaning up, she was sweating profusely, so I quickly turned on the air conditioner and let her sit down to rest. Then I stood behind her, massaging her shoulders and arms. Although I wasn't a professional, my wife was still quite happy. After all, she was working so hard for me, and I showed her gratitude and even took action. Women are very emotional; as long as you treat them well, they'll do anything. Then I said to my wife, "Dad, I haven't thought of a good solution. Those novels online aren't very helpful, except maybe during sex. What should we do?" My wife said, "All you do is make love." It's important to know what our father is thinking. Communicating with him isn't as important as communicating with him face-to-face or via text. But communication is still necessary! I suddenly had an idea: "Dad might still update his diary, but we still have a tool. We wrote down his QQ number; could we think of that?" My wife said, "That's something to consider, but how do we add him? Whose QQ should we use, or a stranger's? But what method should we use?" Then we spent a long time that night discussing this issue—which QQ to use to add our father. Actually, it wasn't about the QQ number itself, but about the method of adding him. My wife went to take care of the children, while I created two new QQ accounts as backups. I added my own and my wife's QQ accounts to my father's QQ account, but didn't add the new ones. Then I called my father and told him we were on our QQ accounts. This way, I could chat with him online and check his online status. The new QQ accounts were for backup, to be used when needed. However, after discussing it for a long time, we still couldn't reach a conclusion. We decided to think it over; it seemed this couldn't be rushed, and the progress we'd made in the past two days was already significant, so further planning was needed. We discussed it until very late, and found that my father didn't log off until 11 pm. It seemed he really went to bed late. We were both exhausted, so we went to sleep together. We didn't make love tonight, perhaps because we were tired, or perhaps because of the intense stimulation of the past few days, the fatigue after the passion. Before sleeping, we kissed and hugged, thanking my wife for her virtue and support, and then expressing our love for each other. A sense of happiness welled up inside us, and we fell asleep in each other's arms, feeling incredibly blissful.

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