Wife filial

Author: Xingxinmo Word
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Chapter 1: Reflections

An old saying goes: "Raise children to provide for old age, store grain to prevent famine."

Raising us is no easy task for parents, and it's even more difficult in special circumstances, such as being a single parent.
They lose the support of one parent, whether through widowhood or divorce, they have to put in double the effort, supporting the family and raising
us, acting as both father and mother. These words are easy to write, but doing them is incredibly difficult,
filled .

I live in such a family. My mother left us when I was very young. My father
supported Having experienced childhood dependence and teenage rebellion, on
the day my father sent me off to university, I truly understood the profound fatherly love described in the poem "The Back View." So I vowed to take care of my father and
let him experience the love of a son. Although the two of us rarely expressed our love verbally, the mutual fatherly love was
real .

In the blink of an eye, six years have passed since I left university, and I have my own family now. My wife, Li Li,
was born in the same year as me. We were classmates in college, and like many classmates, we met, fell in love,
and eventually got married. We live in the same city. After graduation, she went to work for a private company, while I worked for
a public institution.

Our family life gradually stabilized. Her parents lived in our neighborhood, which was very helpful,
reducing our housework and allowing us to eat at her house more often. My father
lived , but not too far, so we visited him every weekend.

Our life as a couple was wonderful, especially in the early days of our marriage. We tried all sorts of
modern urban pleasures. We enjoyed a lot, just like many people born in the 80s. As they
started working, they didn't just pursue achievements but learned to enjoy life as much as possible.

This included our sex life. We shared the same understanding:
we wanted to enjoy life, including physical sensations. So, we sought out various thrills—different positions,
different places in the house, different times. We would go a whole day without clothes on, or use the table
as , knocking over dishes and engaging in wild activities. We would tie each other up, lick each other's bodies with our lips, and tease each other with
feathers . We would record sex videos and then watch them, studying which part felt more pleasurable. We would
find the bed too small and move to the floor. In short, we tried every kind of sex life you could imagine for two people.

In the fifth year of our marriage, we had our child. The arrival of our child brought us
joy, but also ended our life as a couple. With the help of her parents and my father's help to the best of his ability,
our child is now one year old. This year has made us both much more mature, and we have come to understand
the difficulties of being parents. As a result, we are even more filial to both sets of parents, and we
spend .

One day, after putting the baby to sleep, I lay in bed and looked at Li Li, who was wearing a
nightgown without a bra. Her breasts, which were already a C cup because she was still breastfeeding, had now increased to a D cup. Through the ultra-thin
camisole nightgown, the light illuminated her graceful figure. The moment she flashed past the bed, I instantly felt aroused.
I pounced on her and pressed her onto the bed.

She gasped, "What are you doing? The baby just fell asleep."

I said, "What else could I be doing? We haven't made love properly in a long time. We've been abstaining for a year, and
you've had to breastfeed at night for the past year. I don't want to disturb your rest." I pouted, pretending to be very aggrieved.

Li Li laughed and said, "You think that way? I want to too, but I can't. The baby is still young. It'll be fine in a couple of years
. I'm all sweaty, I'm going to wash up. Wait for me."

Reluctantly, I let her go, lay on the bed looking at my phone, waiting for her to come.

The sound of running water went on for a long time, finally stopping when I was bored and couldn't bear it any longer. My wife
slowly walked out, her hair still wet. She was naked, still dripping with water, and was drying her hair with
a towel . She even gave me a flirtatious wink, and my penis was already erect.

I pounced on her, but she dodged, saying, "Like a hungry wolf pouncing on its prey, be more refined, be a gentleman."

Good grief, at a time like this, where was the refinement? You see, I'm a sexually frustrated wolf; it's been so long since I've
done .

I let out a howl and pounced again.

Then I realized the baby was sleeping, so I tiptoed "pounced" on Li Li again.

Li Li chuckled and obediently nestled into my arms. The long-lost fragrance, the soft body, the delicate
skin, especially those large breasts—I didn't have my usual patience. I took one breast in my mouth and used the other to massage
the other . As a result, sweet milk appeared. I said to Li Li, "No wonder, the baby loves milk,
it's so sweet."

Li Li said, "I'm fighting with the baby for milk, huh? It's a little engorged, so you can have some."

I said okay, and I suckled for a few minutes, noticing Li Li's breathing became uneven; she was feeling it.

"Why don't you feel anything when the baby is eating?" I asked.

Li Li said, "I don't know, it feels so good, I haven't felt this good in so long, honey."

I knew she needed my penetration; without much stimulation, we both desperately needed sex.
So, I parted her legs, and she cooperated, her lower body slightly raised, as if welcoming my penetration. I
aimed my hard penis at her vaginal opening, lifted my upper body, placed my hands on her shoulders, and used all my strength
to arch my back. Without hesitation, I thrust all the way in. Accompanied by her moan, I penetrated to the hilt. She was already very
wet, practically overflowing. Although Li Li had a natural birth,
her vagina hadn't become loose due to childbirth; it was still so tight.

Now, all I did was take her breasts in my mouth and thrust repeatedly, pulling out completely and then thrusting in again.
I knew that this kind of thrusting would bring Li Li to orgasm quickly.

When I had thrust about 80 times, Lili hugged me tightly, arched her body, and finally cried
out loudly. Her vagina gushed out a long-awaited fluid; she had squirted, a long-awaited squirting. A warm current
instantly enveloped my penis, and with her vagina tightly clenched, I thrust a few more times and also orgasmed and
ejaculated .

Although it wasn't long this time, we hadn't made love so relaxedly in a long time, and it felt
incredibly good.

I lay comfortably on top of my wife, her large breasts beneath me providing a warm, soft sensation. It was
truly pleasurable.

We were both satisfied, so we went to take a shower.

I showered quickly and came out first, then checked the news on my phone for a while. Then I saw a news article on WeChat about
the sex life of the elderly. It said that older adults should also have appropriate sexual activity; if they lack sex for a long time,
their endocrine system will be disrupted, they will age faster, and some age-related diseases, such as cardiovascular disease, physical function, and
skin problems, will also be affected. I thought of my father. Since separating from my mother, I don't know how long it's been since he's had sex.
Maybe he's had sex, but certainly not often, especially now that he's this age.
And I've only been infrequently having sex for two years, only once or twice a month, and I'm already feeling so uncomfortable.
How has my father managed? My father's life has certainly been difficult.

My wife came out, stared at me blankly, and asked, "Honey, what are you thinking about? You're already
exhausted ?"

I said, "No, not at all. Want to go again? You came so easily, you must be eager too
. I'm watching the news!"

My wife said, "What news are you watching? You're so engrossed?"

I showed her the news, and she said, "You're not old yet, what are you worried about?"

I said, "I'm worried about Dad."

My wife blushed a little and said, "I won't discuss this with you. Let's go to sleep."

As a wife, no matter how open-minded I am, I can't discuss my father-in-law's sex life with my husband.

But I wrote this down, etched it into my mind. My body tells me that long-term
abstinence is definitely not good, regardless of what the news says or what the research findings are, I've experienced it firsthand.
As someone who always considers myself filial, what can I do? I don't know now. Thinking about it, I fell asleep.

The next day, when the first rays of sunlight streamed into the room, my wife was already
asleep in the children's room, probably having gone straight to bed after feeding the baby the night before. Remembering the issue from the previous night, finding my father
another companion seemed the most suitable solution. So, an old problem resurfaced. I decided
to talk to my father about finding a partner again. Although I had brought it up several times before, he always
made excuses. Regardless of the outcome this time, I wanted to try again, so that my father could enjoy a happy retirement
.

However, when I arrived at my father's house after work that afternoon, he wasn't home. He didn't answer my calls
.

He's usually home by this time; what was wrong today? With some lingering doubt, I waited a while,
but no one came, so I drove home. As soon as I got home, I received a call from my father, but it wasn't him speaking, which immediately made me
uneasy. It was a man on the phone, apologizing for scratching my father with his car and saying he was in the hospital. Before
I could even ask how serious it was, I rushed to the hospital and found my father.
He was alright; he just had a slight fracture in his ankle. The man who scratched him was quite nice, apologizing profusely. I thought it was
good that he hadn't run away and had even taken him to the doctor, so I didn't blame him too much. He paid for the medicine, left his contact information, and said
he would definitely come back and compensate for all expenses, including damages. I wouldn't try to extort money from him; paying for the medical bills was enough.
My father told me what happened and said it wasn't serious. Of course, I was very worried, so I contacted acquaintances and asked about the situation before I
felt relieved. The doctor said he only needed to stay in the hospital for a few days, and it would be fine; he could rest at home. Just don't move his ankle too much
.

I asked my father if he wanted to stay in the hospital or go home. He said home, as he wasn't comfortable there. I said okay, he could
go home, but he had to come with me; he couldn't stay alone, and it wouldn't be good if no one took care of him. My father didn't want to trouble us,
but I didn't want to. So I took him to my house. While asking about the situation, Li Li, after learning what had happened,
rushed to the hospital. Before even reaching the hospital, she and I took my father home.

I'm very satisfied with Li Li's filial piety towards the elderly. She's very sensible and filial, especially since she
often says that I'm from a single-parent family, and my father has had it even harder. I'm very gratified by that. This time, with my father staying at our
house , Li Li has had to work even harder. After settling

my father in, we chatted for a while. Regarding my suggestion that he find a companion, my father still holds the same opinion:
he's used to being alone and doesn't want anyone to disturb his life. I know he also doesn't want his partner's family to disrupt
my normal life. Sigh, I've tried to persuade him for a long time, but there's still no progress. This is really troublesome.
I understand my father's stubbornness; it seems this path won't work. But what other options are there?

Hiring a caregiver? My father won't agree to that either; he's not that old, after all. Even
with a caregiver, my father's physical needs still can't be met. Hiring a prostitute is definitely out of the question; if
he knew what I was thinking, he'd kill me. What to do?

Back in my room, I kept thinking it over. My wife noticed I was preoccupied and asked what was wrong. I said,
"Dad's getting older, and it's inconvenient for him to live alone. I wanted to find him a companion, but he still disagrees.
Hiring a caregiver? He disagrees then too. Even if he agreed to a caregiver, his physical needs still wouldn't be met. I can't exactly
find him a prostitute, can I?" My wife said, "You really have a wild idea! Hiring a prostitute? You don't want to live anymore!
Dad'll break your legs!" I chuckled and said, "It's just that I want to make Dad's later years a little more exciting."
My wife said, "Let Dad live with us. That way, we can look after each other. As for his physical needs
… well, I don't know!" Li Li blushed.

I had no other choice but to let my father live with us for now.

After my father settled in, Lili and I took good care of him, and he was soon able to move around again. However,
I couldn't stop thinking about his problems. Of course, life had to go on; we
couldn't let problems stop us from moving forward. We hadn't made love for a few days, and the desire returned, but with my father at home, we couldn't be as unrestrained.

While waiting for Lili to go to bed, I idly browsed sex forums. I like reading on these
forums wandering around, often
finding satisfaction in the fantastical fantasies, the unrealistic desires and longings, especially during Lili's pregnancy, which became a source of quiet time for me late at night.
I frequented a place where I often went. Then, a tag I usually didn't pay attention to caught my eye: several
articles in the "Married Women" section described fathers-in-law and daughters-in-law having sex, sons away on business, daughters-in-law and
fathers-in-law having sex naturally, the son being mentally challenged and unable to do it, the father taking his place, etc. While lacking in realism, the content both
surprised
. I have no cuckoldry tendencies, so reading these chapters didn't arouse me. However, what I thought about was how it could solve my father's physical needs. But the ethical issue terrified me.
Could Li Li accept it? Could my father accept it? Could I accept it?

Ethics are a net; breaking through this net often leads to tragic endings, universal condemnation, no
place to live, perhaps even family ruin. If this label of incest is attached, our relatives will all be affected
. Although society today accepts all sorts of novel things, even wife-swapping is not uncommon,
this ethical issue is a high-pressure net.

But filial piety comes first. For my father, for the father who raised me with such profound
kindness, thinking of his weathered face, thinking of the delicious meals he cooked for me, thinking of his tall figure still bent over, should
I take the risk to give him a happier old age?

The thought left me with no answer; it wasn't something that could be resolved in a flash. Lili came to the bed, seeing
me lost in thought again, and asked what was wrong. I didn't tell her my thoughts, just said, "Nothing, rest,
you've had a long day ." I lay down, hugging Lili as usual, and tried to sleep, but tonight I couldn't fall asleep for a long time.

Could it be possible? Could it be done? I've pondered these questions thousands of times, but there are no answers.

Unconsciously, I fell asleep from exhaustion, seemingly dreaming, yet also seemingly sleeping soundly.

When I woke up in the morning, my wife was still not beside me, but with the children. After I got up, I saw my father was already
up, busy in the kitchen. I quickly said, "Dad, why are you up so early? Don't do all that. You need to
rest. Old people's bones don't heal easily. Go and rest." As I spoke, I took the work from my father's hands.
He said, "It's okay. Not moving around won't do any good."

At this moment, Li Li came out of the room, wearing a shoulder-covering nightgown. Because it was convenient to feed the baby at night, she
wasn't wearing a bra. However, because the fabric was quite dark, I couldn't see what was underneath, but I knew
she wasn't wearing a bra.

I remembered my thoughts from last night, and my face turned a little red. They were indeed acting normally, just like usual.
Li Li greeted her father as before, "Dad, you're up. Don't be busy. Leave these to us
. You should rest."

Her father said, "I've been resting for several days. I'm not used to it. My body feels rusty. I feel uncomfortable all over."

His wife chuckled and said, "Dad, you still can't stay idle. When the baby gets up,
when , be slow and don't hurt your leg."

Watching them chat like this, they really looked like father and daughter. The conversation between the daughter and father—this is
how we used to be. Lili treated her father like her own, and I treated her parents like my own. Our
family was so harmonious.

If I were to raise this question, it would disrupt that harmony. And wouldn't the consequences be terrible? But
what about my father's happy old age?

[The End]

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