A Beloved Wife and Daughter (A Very Good Article)

A Beloved Wife and Daughter (A Very Good Article)
This article is reprinted from Wuji, written by Xunfu. I believe it is a rare gem of a piece; although it doesn't contain excessive erotic descriptions, it is extremely moving.
Therefore, I would like to recommend it again.
When the clock struck 7:30, I took my daughter's hand and led her into the living room. Seeing that no one was there, I called out, "Hey! Time to go to school!"
"Okay!" my wife answered from our son's room, followed by the creaking of the bed and the slapping of slippers. I stared blankly at my son's closed door for a moment, then heard my wife urging softly, "Hurry, hurry up..." and my son's coquettish "uh-huh" sounds.
A moment later, the door opened, and the son rushed out like a gust of wind, saying, "Goodbye, Dad!" He then ran out with his schoolbag on his back. The daughter waved goodbye and followed him.
Entering his son's room, he saw his wife, Shurong, sitting on his son's bed, slowly buttoning her clothes.
I sat down next to my wife and saw that her hair was disheveled and her cheeks were flushed, so I asked, "How was it? Did you touch it?" My wife nodded, without looking at me, and asked, "What about you?"
I pulled my daughter's underwear and bra from my pocket, waved them in front of her, and gave her a mysterious smile. My wife slapped me and spat, "You pervert!"
I laughed and pressed my wife for details, but she pushed me away and said, "I'm not telling you!" and got up and left. I didn't ask any more questions, put on my shoes, grabbed my bag, and went to work.
My wife didn't come home for dinner that evening, so my daughter cooked and my son washed the dishes. After dinner, the two siblings did their homework obediently and went to bed. It was already midnight, and my wife still hadn't returned, so I sat in the living room smoking and watching TV, waiting for her.
My son once asked me why his mother wasn't coming back. I said, "Mom has something to do and will be back later." He asked many times, and I gave him the same answer each time, so he stopped asking.
Actually, I know that my wife is currently dating Manager Zhao, a new employee at her company, and things are really getting serious. Tonight is the weekend, so of course she'll be home late. Manager Zhao is a young man in his mid-twenties, who graduated from university a few years ago. He's tall, handsome, and has a lot of drive. Of course, I've never met him in person; I've only seen his picture. It's a photo of him and my wife together.
It was 12:30, and my wife still hadn't returned, so I went back to my room, lay down, listened to music, and read a magazine. Suddenly, I remembered something, reached under my pillow, and sure enough, there it was—my wife's diary. I took it out, turned to the latest page, and there was today's date written on it.
"June 5th, Saturday, sunny. In the morning, Jian'er (note: my son) nursed while touching my breast. Jia Mei (note: my daughter) told me last night that her father touched her breast. I told her, 'It's okay for Daddy to touch it once.' She didn't say anything more. I told her not to tell anyone, and she promised."
Just as I finished reading this, the doorbell rang, and I quickly got up to open the door.
My wife stood outside, glanced at me, and then lowered her head.
"Why are you so late?" I asked. My wife bit her lip and didn't answer. I sensed something was off, so I said, "Aren't you coming in?" My wife lowered her head and walked past me. I closed the door, and my wife went into the room.
"What's wrong? Why did you take so long? Jian'er asked several times, and I told him you had something to do," I said to my wife.
My wife lowered her head and slowly took off her shoes without answering. As she started undressing, I asked again, "Aren't you going to wash your face?"
"I've washed it," she answered softly, glancing at me.
"Not taking a shower?" I know she has a habit of showering before bed.
"I've already washed it," she said.
I closed the door, still suspicious, and said, "Go to sleep, it's late."
After lying down in bed, I hugged my wife and whispered, "How were things? Where did you go today?"
"garden."
"Oh." This was expected. His wife often met with Manager Zhao in the park.
"What did you do?" I asked with interest.
"It's nothing much..." the wife said, sounding a little embarrassed.
What do you mean by "those"? Actually, I know. My wife told me that two months ago, when Manager Zhao was first transferred here, he became interested in my wife. A month later, the two started going out to dinner frequently, followed by walks and dates.
About two weeks ago, my wife told me that Manager Zhao kissed her on Lovers' Road by the sea. And just last weekend, the two kissed in the park, and Manager Zhao touched Shurong's breasts and buttocks. I asked her how she felt, but she wouldn't say.
"And then?" I asked again. My wife didn't answer. I pressed her repeatedly before she finally said:
"Later, we went to..."
"where?"
"Mingzhu Hotel..." His wife's voice was so soft it was like a mosquito's buzz.
"Where?" I didn't hear you clearly.
"Mingzhu Hotel..."
"Oh?" Hearing that my wife had gone to a hotel with another man, my heart raced, and I instinctively hugged her tighter: "And then?"
He said he wanted to see the night view with me...
“Well,” I thought, that was just a lame excuse, “and then?”
"He kissed me..."
"Yes, go on."
"And he even tried to touch me inappropriately," the wife said, blushing slightly. "It's so annoying!"
"Oh? You really hate it?" I teased.
"Get lost!" My wife gently punched my aching chest.
"Okay, what happened next?"
"I won't tell you," his wife said coquettishly.
"Tell me!"
"I'm not saying anything more."
"Please, tell me!" I hugged my wife and shook her repeatedly, making her giggle softly.
"Then I went to take a shower," she said.
"Um."
He needs to wash too.
"Um."
"I told him not to come in, but he forced his way in."
"Um."
"I wanted to get rid of him..."
"Okay, okay, I know, but you can't get him to leave, right?" I pouted and said, "And then what?"
My wife looked down and fiddled with the buttons on my pajamas, saying nothing.
"You gave it to him?"
My wife glanced at me, then lowered her head again.
"Is that so?" I shook her.
My wife looked at me again, lowered her eyes, nodded gently, and then looked at me again.
I didn't say anything for a long time, I just stared at her.
"What's wrong? Do you mind?" his wife asked timidly.
No, I don't mind at all, not at all.
"No, it's not that I mind," my wife kissed me. "You're jealous. I won't see him anymore." She leaned against my chest and gently stroked my face.
"No, I really don't mind, as long as you're happy," I said earnestly. Actually, I was already feeling a mix of emotions.
"I'm sorry, honey..." My wife kissed me apologetically.
The clock struck one in the morning, and we were still wide awake. With my comforting words and encouragement, my wife slowly opened up and truthfully recounted every detail of the evening.
"He helped me apply soap first..."
"Taking advantage of the situation to grope?"
"Um."
"Then?"
"Then she hugged me and said I was beautiful..."
"And then they just got started?"
"No, not at all!" My wife rolled her eyes at me. "He said I was different from others, that he noticed me the first time he came to the company. When he heard I had a husband, he was heartbroken." As she said this, my wife smiled slightly.
As my wife recounted Manager Zhao's cheesy sweet nothings with great relish, I grew impatient but dared not interrupt her, so I could only listen patiently.
He said: "If I could be with you, I would gladly suffer disgrace and be killed by your husband."
"Oh? You're so reckless?" I replied lazily.
"He said I have the figure of a fairy... Oh dear, I'm so embarrassed, a fairy indeed..." My wife seemed very embarrassed, but she really does have a very well-maintained figure.
"Hmm." I barely had the strength to speak, and could only manage a few hums in response. My wife continued talking for what seemed like forever, then fell silent again.
"Why did you stop talking?" I asked.
"I'm done talking." She buried her head in my arms.
"It's over? No way?"
"What else do you want to hear?" my wife asked, giving me a reproachful look.
"And then what?"
"Then I went home?" my wife chuckled.
"You're kidding me!" I jumped up and smacked her hard, while my wife laughed so hard she could hardly breathe.
"Oh no! Help!"
"Will you tell me or not!"
"I'll talk, I'll talk..."
"Go ahead and say it." I lay back down and waited for my wife to catch her breath.
"Later, we did it in the bathroom..."
"How do we do it?"
"Just do it this way! What's there to ask!"
"Tell me, I want to hear it," I said in a sweet, coquettish voice.
"You really want to hear it?" His wife raised an eyebrow.
"real."
"Not angry?"
"no way!"
"Swear it!"
I swear!
“Okay, then I’ll tell you.” My wife put her arms around my neck and whispered in my ear, “He sat on the edge of the bathtub, and I sat on his lap, just like that.”
How are you feeling?
"Not very good."
“骗人!”
“真的……”
“他那玩艺长啥样?”
“嗯……比你长,插得很深……”
“舒服吗?”
“有一点啦……”
“不信!”
“真的,第一次没什么……”
“你们…做两次?!”我有点出乎意料.
“嗯……”妻有点脸红:”后来在床上做了一次.”
“妳有没有让他射在里面?”
“嗯…我叫他不要的…”妻嗫嚅着:”可他不听……”
“那……”我酸到极点,久不擡头的阳具也涨到极点.
“不要紧,他带我去买了药.”妻说着,起身去掏放在床头的背包,拿出一盒避孕丸给我看,里面空了两个洞,是事后避孕丸.
我看了看,拿过来放到一边,然后压到妻的身上.妻闭上眼,我分开她的大腿,把阳具齐根插入她体内,妻轻轻哼了一声,我擡手把灯关了……
第二天早晨我们起得很晚,孩子们起得更晚,我不得不分头去叫醒他们.
“喂,太阳晒屁股了!”我拍着女儿的屁股.她翻了个身,哼哼着不理我.
我掀开被单,抚摸着女儿刚发育的胴体,她下意识地推挡着.我趁她不备,脱了她的内裤,她娇嗔地小声尖叫着,抓过被单盖住下体.
回到自己房里,妻穿着内衣站在镜前,梳着流水般的长发,她看起来比昨天更美了.
我把女儿的内裤给她看,她笑笑接过,用衣架挂好,放进我们的衣柜里.
“妈!”女儿揉着眼站在门口,下身围着被单,向母亲投诉:”爸又偷我的裤子!”
“嘻,不要紧的,换这条好了.”妻把我前天偷的那条取出来递给女儿.
女儿哼了一声,接过来坐在床边穿,我走过去抱她,妻笑着出去了.我听到她敲了敲儿子房门,然后进去关上门,就放心和女儿嘻闹起来.
大约八点半的时候,我抱住赤身裸体,抓着枕头追打我的女儿,小声道:”嘘!别闹了,我们去看看妈妈在做什么,好不好?”女儿点点头,我把内衣裤还给她,然后手拉手,悄悄潜到儿子的房门前.
房里什么动静也没有,我们听了半天,什么也听不到,又摇门把手,门反锁了,里面有人大声问:”爸爸,你们做什么呢?”是儿子,语气中很是不满,我只好说:”没事没事.”带女儿退开.
回到卧室,我想关上门,女儿却不肯,纠缠了半天,仍不成功.想着妻子和儿子闭门不知在造什么车,不觉又羡慕又嫉妒.女儿说肚子饿了,要我做早餐,我说:”亲爸爸一下!”女儿不亲,自己下厨房煮面吃.
“妈,出来吃早餐了!”做了面后,女儿大声叫着,把面端出来摆好,妻儿才开门出来,儿子噘着嘴,很不满意的样子.
吃罢,女儿说约了同学玩,就出门去,妻要她带些吃的,母女俩去厨房,我也跟进去,听女儿对妻子说:”妈,刚才爸爸脱我裤子摸我下面.”淑容说:”爸爸摸一下不要紧的.”我进来,两人停止说话.
女儿走后,妻对我说:”你别太急了.”然后,儿子又拉着母亲进了他房里,说是要妈妈教他功课.
我一个人无聊地坐在厅里看电视,足足两个小时,闷得发慌,就回房里拉开床头柜.妻子的日记本仍在老地方,我拿出来,点了支烟,靠在枕上慢慢看,发现多了新的一页.
妻的日记,详细记载了她和赵经理通奸的进展情况,这是我要求的.因为当面问她,她总不好意思说太多.妻有点文学修养,细节描述很有点艺术性,看起来引人入胜.
“……当我们手拉手,肩并肩,在夜色中的公园里漫步时,我仿佛又回到初恋时节……”这是妻和赵经理谈恋爱时的记录.
“……他抱住我,说我象月中仙子,我浑身发热.他吻我,抚摸我全身……”
这些都看过了,没兴趣再看.女人总喜欢记忆男人假惺惺的废话,男人则只喜欢性.我翻到最新那页,墨痕未干,日期是昨晚,也不知她何时写的.
“今天,我把最宝贵的给了他.在公园小树林深处的长椅上,他脱掉我的裤子,把手伸进我的裙子里抚摸我.然后拉开裤链要我吸吮他那东西.”
这些话昨晚我也听过了,所以我合上妻的日记,又打开计算机.
某晚,我对淑容说:”我们请赵经理来家里吃饭吧?”
妻惊疑地看着我道:”你没搞错吧?”
我知道她心里想什么,但又不好说自己变态,只得说想联络一下感情,好让赵经理多多照顾妻子.妻却说:”他已经很照顾我了.”
我只好说:”说真的,我很想看看他长什么样子.”
妻笑道:”有什么好看的?好奇啊?”
我说:”对啊,不行吗?”
妻当时没再说什么,但第二天上班就和赵经理说了这事.赵很惊讶,马上回绝.妻回来告诉我,我用激将法道:”不敢来?这也很正常,做贼心虚嘛!”
妻自然又把这话换成自己的转告了赵,他再三问淑容:”我们的事你爱人没发现吧?”妻肯定地点点头,赵仍不放心,又追问:”妳回家晚了他怎么说?”妻答:”我说加班嘛.”赵又问:”他信?”妻说:”信.如果你不去他就怀疑了.”
“那,他怎么知道我是你上司?”
“笨蛋,当然是我告诉他的啦!”
“那他不怀疑?”
“哪呢!我把你说得神通广大,我看他也想请你帮介绍份好工作呢.”
“那倒没问题!”
如此再三,赵经理虽然还有顾虑,但答应来了.
一个周未的傍晚,我终于见到这个搞了我老婆的男人.赵经理高大英俊,是在意料之中,但举止斯文,还有点害羞,却出乎我意料之外.
见到我他就送了一套高级西服和一条烟,两瓶名酒.我们坐下寒暄,彼此恭维,气氛很融洽.
我们聊天时,妻忙里忙外.开始她还很担心地看着我,见我没有异样,她就放心地入厨做饭了.
女儿放学回来,见家里有客人,就叫叔叔,赵经理就送给她一包糖果,又连声夸贊她漂亮.女儿马上喜欢了他,坐在他身边吃糖.
吃饭时,赵经理只一个劲地夸淑容在公司做事勤快,很能帮忙,所以许多大事都委托她,可能会因公事误了家事,请我多多包涵.我忙说可以理解.赵又问我工作是否如意,我说还好,妻就用脚踢我,我改口说:”如果能换换环境更好.”赵经理满口答应:”如果原单位不顺心,尽管和我说.”
席间,妻一度坐在赵身边,但赵向她使眼色,她才坐回我身边.整个晚餐过程中,赵连看都没看淑容,真是小心谨慎.
在请赵经理吃饭一个星期后,我又对妻说,想看她和赵做爱.
妻一听,脸马上红了:”你有毛病啊!”
我央求了一会就罢了,知道妻第二天一定会跟赵说.
第二天,妻果然说了,但把赵又吓了一跳.
几次以后,我叫妻对赵慌称我要出差一星期,赵经理不亏是老狐狸,居然要去我的单位调查是否有此事,直到找不到熟人打听才作罢.因为我所在的园林局,和赵的照相馆生意实在挂不上勾.
第二个星期日,妻告诉我赵终于同意来我家.事前他一直问淑容我出差的行程,打电话的内容,分析了一番,找不出什么破绽,才答应下来.
星期一,我”出差”三天了,妻照约定打电话回来.
“喂?佳美吗?”她故意叫女儿的名字.
“是我.”我回答.
“妈妈要回家了,妳睡了吗?”
“知道了.”
“啊,真乖,妈妈回来的时候要看见妳上床了,知道吗?”
“嗯.”
“好了,再见!”
妻挂了电话,我早就把女儿打发去睡了,并把她的房门反锁,叮嘱她不要出来,不要对任何人说我在家,等等.至于儿子,我把他送去外公家玩一晚上.
我领教了赵经理的谨慎,事先在床底钉了块板,铺了席子,放了枕头,又在床对面挂了块大镜子.放了电话,我就钻进床板下躺好,等着妻和情夫.
大约过了二十分钟左右,听见门响,然后是妻的脚步声和小声的说话声,然后两双脚进了我的卧室.
灯开了,随即又关掉,然后门也关了.后来妻告诉我,赵经理进来前在街口站了好久,直到没人才让淑容下车开门,他随后飞快地跟进来,因为怕邻居看见.
进了我家,他又把每个房看了一次才进卧房,淑容开灯,他马上关掉.
“看啥呢?都告诉你没人了,还疑神疑鬼的.”随着妻的声音,我看见一道手电光在屋内照来照去,又照床底.幸亏我的床板悬空,他什么也照不到.
“唉,还是小心点好.”
After a while of silence, I gently turned over and peeked out through the small opening that had been made by the bedside, looking through the lace bedspread that hung down on the bed.
My wife was standing by the window, and Zhao was standing opposite her. They were embracing and kissing, occasionally whispering something. Soon, Manager Zhao started kissing my wife while reaching out to touch her breasts, and I became a little excited.
My wife was moaning softly, her hands on Manager Zhao's arms—I couldn't tell if she was stroking or pushing him away. I felt her eyes glance in my direction, then quickly close again.
My wife was wearing a white sundress. Manager Zhao touched her through the dress for a while, then pulled the straps of her sundress and bra up to his arm, and then took out one of my wife's tender white breasts to play with.
He seemed impatient; he pinched my wife's breasts a few times, then pulled her skirt down to her waist, pushed her underwear up to her thighs, and then stomped on the ground.
The room was dimly lit, and my wife's fair, full-figured naked body shone with a white glow, revealing her dark nipples and black pubic hair. Manager Zhao's skin was darker, and he could see it clearly when he touched my wife's body. He forcefully inserted his middle finger into my wife's vagina, probing and probing, causing Shurong to moan.
Just as I was getting into the story, Zhao picked up my wife and carried her toward the bed. Good heavens, he was so wild!
With a thud, the two fell heavily onto the bed. Shurong let out a soft moan, and Manager Zhao smiled and offered a few words of comfort. Their feet were still dangling over the edge of the bed. Judging from the movements, Zhao was quite gentle, and the penetration was very slow. My wife on the bed let out a low moan, and I guessed that Manager Zhao's penis had entered my wife's vagina. Then I saw his legs, which were standing on the ground, vibrate back and forth, probably during thrusting.
After a while, the bed creaked, and Zhao pulled his feet up. All I could hear were my wife and her lover kissing, moaning, and flirting. I stood there for a long time, almost unable to resist leaving, when I heard Zhao's moans from above. I finally made up my mind, quietly climbed down the partition, lifted the sheet, and leaned over to look into the bed.
My wife was lying on the bed, her legs spread wide, her buttocks facing my face. Zhao was also naked, though he seemed to be wearing a shirt. He was on top of my wife, his penis inside her vagina, only his testicles showing. The two were still kissing and caressing.
Zhao lay there for a while before getting up, and I quickly shrank back down. I heard the two of them whispering, getting dressed, and saying goodbye.
Zhao said, "You don't need to see me off."
"No, I'll see you off."
"Don't bother delivering it, really, be careful someone sees us."
"No, I'll go check the door for you before you go out."
"good."
The two kissed again, then the wife went out first, opened the door, and looked around from the doorway. Then Zhao went out, the door closed, and I only climbed out after hearing the car engine drive away.
My wife was still standing in the doorway, wearing that sundress. As I walked towards her, she glanced at me shyly and lowered her head.
"Did you enjoy it?" she asked.
I didn't say anything, I just hugged her and touched her; she wasn't wearing a bra or underwear.
"Did you ejaculate inside?" I felt my penis was covered in something inside my wife's vagina.
"Yes, I took my medicine, I'm fine."
"Is it comfortable?"
Who are you talking about?
"Manager Zhao."
"Hmph, you're bad!"
“I told you!” I stripped my wife naked and carried her into the room.
"uncomfortable!"
"Don't even mention it, I heard you whining."
"You're so mean! Eavesdropping..."
More than half a year later, Shurong did not take birth control pills as I requested, while I insisted on using condoms. Soon after, my wife became pregnant with Manager Zhao's child.
This day is the Lunar New Year.
Amidst the crackling of firecrackers, families busied themselves cooking, their laughter and the aroma of food filling the air.
My wife, heavily pregnant, was busy taking care of our daughter, while Manager Zhao and I sat in the living room playing cards and drinking, and our son was watching TV and playing games.
The Zhao family lives in Heilongjiang. Their company was doing very well during the Spring Festival, and since train tickets were hard to buy, they didn't go back home. Instead, they came to my house for the Spring Festival at my invitation. By then, we were quite familiar with each other, and he wasn't so reserved anymore.
Shurong brought out the dishes, and I hinted to her several times. Zhao then asked her again if she needed help, and she finally said, "Okay, you can help me carry the dishes."
Zhao stood up and said to my daughter, "Jiamei, you watch TV, Uncle will do it."
My daughter happily agreed and went to watch TV.
Ten minutes later, Zhao still hadn't brought out the dishes. I sneaked into the room and moved a painting on the wall. There was a small hole I had made, leading to the kitchen, which was blocked by a sieve hanging on the kitchen wall. Through the sieve hole, I saw my wife and Manager Zhao embracing and kissing, with Zhao glancing at the kitchen door from time to time.
During dinner, I kept drinking with Zhao. My wife pretended to urge me to drink more, but I pretended not to listen. Zhao is a seasoned businessman and has a good tolerance for alcohol, and I'm not bad either, but I pretended to be drunk. Around midnight, I said I wanted to sleep and went to my daughter's room. Zhao laughed and said I had the wrong room, so I pretended to be drunk and acted silly for a while before forcing my way into my daughter's room.
That night, my wife slept alone, while Zhao and my son slept. After my daughter fell asleep, I heard my son's bedroom door open, followed by my wife's bedroom door closing. I sneaked out of the room and crouched outside the door, where I heard two people talking.
I slipped back into my daughter's room only after the two of them finished and were about to leave.
The lewd sounds of my wife and her lover aroused me, and I immediately stripped naked, climbed onto my daughter's bed, hugged her, and took off her underwear and bra. Just as I was getting into it, my wife came in. "What's wrong?" I released my daughter, who quickly put her underwear back on, fastened her bra, and lay down to sleep.
His wife watched for a while, then said nothing, only saying, "Manager Zhao asked me to check if you were asleep."
"Go to sleep, go to sleep too." I waved my hand.
His wife hesitated for a moment before supporting her back and going off with her pregnant belly.
It took me a lot of effort to undress my daughter again. After a long while, I finally ejaculated on her thigh and fell into a deep sleep.
The next day at noon, my wife told me that Zhao had already left.
In July, the weather was hot.
After being discharged from the hospital, Shurong stayed at home for a month to recover from childbirth. By then, her body had basically recovered, but she still needed to recuperate.
Manager Zhao drove over that day, bringing us a whole bunch of gifts and supplements. While he was looking after the child, I noticed his expression; he showed absolutely no unusual reaction, as if the child had nothing to do with him. Typical artist, so good at playing dumb!
Then I chatted with him, and he asked if I wanted to take a picture of the baby's one-month celebration. I said that would be too much trouble for him. He said it was no problem. So after lunch, he took Shurong and the newborn to the photo studio. My daughter wanted to go too, and I said not to trouble them, but Manager Zhao warmly invited Jiamei, so I didn't object anymore. But Shurong seemed unwilling. I guess she was afraid that my daughter would ruin her plans. After all, the two of them hadn't been together for more than three months.
When the mother and daughter returned home that evening, the daughter excitedly showed me the artistic photos that Zhao had personally taken of her. Holding the photos and looking at my daughter, I realized she was practically a different person. Manager Zhao is not only a skilled photographer, but his clothing, makeup, and styling are all impeccable. My daughter was already beautiful, but after his work, she's absolutely stunning!
Some of the photos show children dressed as innocent little kids; others are dressed as adults, like mature young women; and there are even a few wedding photos… I was completely mesmerized!
"Uncle Zhao said he's going to hang my picture on the door as an advertisement!" the daughter said proudly.
During the August holiday, my daughter went to Zhao's photo studio almost every day. I roughly counted, and in less than two weeks, Zhao had taken over a thousand photos of her. My daughter's clothes were also becoming more and more sexy, and I felt something was wrong.
At noon on August 15th, when I got home from get off work, I found my wife and daughter discussing something. Seeing me, my wife said to our daughter, "Go ask your father yourself."
"What's wrong?" I asked as I took off my shoes.
"Dad," my daughter came over and sat down next to me, a little shyly, and said, "I want Uncle Zhao to take some photos of me."
I didn't understand these terms back then, so I just said, "Sure, let's take the pictures."
My wife, holding our child, walked over to me and whispered in my ear, "It's about taking nude photos!"
"Huh?" I was taken aback.
“They’re keeping it for themselves, they’re not going to show it off,” the daughter said, pouting.
"Oh, so should we show it to Dad?" I asked with a smile.
When I got home from get off work in the evening, I saw my daughter sitting alone on the sofa looking at her photo album, so I asked, "What's wrong? Are the photos done?"
The daughter hurriedly closed the photo album and hugged it to her arms.
I went over and put my arm around her shoulder, asking, "Where's Mom?" My daughter gestured towards the door.
"Uncle Zhao is here?"
"No, my brother is back."
Just then, I heard my wife's laughter and my son's voice coming from inside the house, and I realized that my son had returned from his grandmother's house.
"Let Daddy see?" I reached for the photo album in my daughter's arms. She resisted slightly before handing it to me, then leaned behind me and looked at it with me.
"Wow!" I exclaimed in surprise as I opened the first page.
"Ouch!" my daughter screamed, covering my eyes with her hands. It was a photo of my daughter kneeling naked, her hands covering her breasts.
"What's the big deal?" I said nonchalantly, but my heart was actually starting to race.
The second picture is of my daughter lying on her side on the bed, her back to the camera, her wide hips showing off their alluring curves. Although I've touched my daughter's body before, I've never seen her completely naked. After flipping through a few pictures, I got an erection.
"I can't see anything!" I said with dissatisfaction after looking at it. The photo was very artistic and erotic, but unfortunately, it didn't show any flesh.

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