"Filial Piety of the Wife" - Chapter 3

Sleep without worries is wonderful, and when you wake up, the sunlight streaming in feels especially warm, like a caress on your skin.
The person in my arms was sleeping soundly, breathing softly, her hair fragrant, and the skin pressed against mine warm and gentle. Although I had lost all feeling in my arm beneath her neck, I couldn't bear to pull it away, afraid of disturbing her sleep.
Thinking back on last night's conversation, the long-standing struggle was surprisingly resolved quite easily. Although Li Li hasn't given an answer yet, her behavior tells me that she has already agreed.
The next step is getting past my father.
Many things, the closer they get to success, the more consequences they bring. For example, in this case, getting closer to success means my wife is no longer pure; another man will enter her body. As a man, it's impossible to accept this with a clear conscience. From the initial impulse to now taking this step, I've deliberately avoided thinking about it. However, I truly don't have a cuckold fetish; I don't get an erection just thinking about another man entering my wife's body. Nor do I feel excited because my father and wife want it. But now that it's started, developing in this direction, this ripple keeps rising in my heart. How should I handle this?
Perhaps, in the process of persuading my wife and guiding my father, I should also teach myself to have sex with my wife, to experience infidelity and promiscuity. Perhaps only in that way, after the outcome, can I face it calmly, and only then will our lives as a trio not be awkward, and only then can things develop in a positive direction. There are still many things to resolve; the only way is to proceed step by step.
At this moment, my wife seemed to wake up. She moved her body slightly and leaned her hips towards me, but she didn't speak or turn around.
From behind, I could see the perfect curve of her waist and the upward curve of her hips. From this angle, my wife's hips looked very full, and the sunlight shining on her made her already delicate skin glow.
Involuntarily, my right hand reached for her full buttocks, tracing her perfect curves from her waist. She shifted her hips slightly. I was certain she enjoyed the caress. As my hand moved across her buttocks, back to the cleft between her two full buttocks, and forward to the base of her thighs, her legs tightened, as if afraid I would penetrate her labia.
I slid my hand down her thigh and circled it a few more times, stopping when I touched her pubic hair. She seemed to enjoy it. My other hand felt numb, and I tried to move it as much as possible, managing to touch her right breast just as I pulled it back.
First, he touched and covered her entire body, then slowly moved upwards, while his other hand moved towards her inner thigh. When one hand reached her nipple, the other hand reached her labia. After a brief pause, he gently kneaded her, and her breathing gradually became heavier.
She reached behind me, around my arm, and reached for my penis. Her small hand grasped it from the base and began to stroke it gently.
My morning erection, requiring little stimulation, quickly became rock hard under her touch. She leaned forward, her buttocks arched back; I knew she wanted me to penetrate her from behind. I pulled her hand back from under her, supporting her shoulders, and slowly lifted one of her legs with my other hand. Guided by her hand, my penis probed towards her vulva. In this position, due to her full buttocks and the restriction of her leg, penetration was shallow. I slowly thrust my penis in and out, gently pumping, the movements small because I didn't want to pull out. But for some reason, her vagina secreted a lot of lubrication. I didn't know if she liked this position or if she had other intentions.
After a few minutes of thrusting, her soft moans grew louder, and her hips responded to my thrusts, allowing for deeper penetration. I pulled her body back, closer to me, so my hands could touch her breasts, and then I squeezed them hard. Milk came out, and I put the milk in my mouth; it was sweet. I squeezed again, and when the milk came out, I put my finger to her lips. She hesitated for a moment, then took it in and began to suckle. This caused her vagina to grip my penis, and she sucked on my finger. I thrust faster, and she responded even more enthusiastically, her moans growing louder and louder.
Suddenly, her body tensed, no longer attracting my fingers. She let out a long "Ah!" as her vagina contracted tightly, accompanied by gushes of vaginal fluid. Her legs clenched tightly together and stretched back forcefully. She had come again. After giving birth, she was clearly more prone to orgasms than before.
I pushed my penis in as deep as I could to satisfy her needs.
She relaxed slightly, and I started thrusting again. Her moans returned, this time prolonged "ah, ah." I held her buttocks, increasing the force of my thrusts, the bed shaking violently with each stroke. After countless thrusts, I felt pleasure spreading from my perineum throughout my body. I knew I was about to ejaculate. I held her body tightly with both hands, then thrust a few more times, perhaps too forcefully, and pulled out of her vagina. At that moment, I didn't care anymore, thrusting forcefully a few more times into the groin between her tightly closed thighs, then ejaculated onto her thighs, holding her tightly as I forcefully ejaculated, while she continued to moan "ah ah."
Long-awaited pleasures returned, a return to the joy of our sex life. After childbirth, our sex life has finally become more and more passionate than before. Whether this is related to last night's conversation is unknown. However, the enjoyment of our sex life will only increase.
They hugged for a while, but neither of them seemed to want to speak. It was unclear whether it was because they were afraid of ruining the happiness they had just shared, or because of their conversation last night.
However, since we both had to go to work, all I could do was make small talk, asking, "Honey, are you feeling alright?"
Li Li said, "It's alright, except you shot it all over my leg!"
"I'll wash it for you!"
"Dream on! You're just making things worse by trying to help me. I'm going to wash up now. Hurry up and get up, we're going to be late."
I hummed in agreement, without mentioning what happened last night. After all, it was still a bit awkward, and I gave her time to think it over.
Because of the half-hour morning exercise, we hurriedly ate some breakfast and left.
When Li Li first saw her father, her face was visibly red, and she didn't dare to look up. Her father didn't seem to notice anything amiss and, as usual, told us to be careful on the road. I noticed that Li Li never looked up at her father; it seemed this incident had quite an impact on her.
The morning was a bit busy, and since things were halfway done, I was in a pretty good mood.
I wanted to call Lili home at noon, but she said she had something to do and didn't go back. So I called my father and said I wouldn't be going back either, because my father's foot was almost healed and her parents brought him some food.
As for why Li Li didn't go back, there might be another reason: she might feel embarrassed to go back.
In the afternoon, I sat in front of the computer, feeling a little anxious, even though I had guessed my wife would agree. However, her agreement left me somewhat disappointed. If she hadn't agreed, I would have tried everything to get her to agree, but her agreement meant our pure love had gained a new meaning. This whole thing wasn't something that could be done on a whim; there were a series of issues involved. How to face each other after meeting, how to live together in the future, how to create opportunities—there were still many problems to confront.
Finally, I sent my wife a text message on WeChat: "My love for you will always remain the same. Thank God for bringing you into my life. No matter what the journey, I will walk hand in hand with you." I waited for a long time, but my wife didn't reply. Maybe she was busy, or maybe she didn't know what to say.
Finally, it was time to leave work. I went to the market and bought some groceries—all my wife's favorites. When I got home, my wife wasn't back yet; my father was on the balcony looking at the plants. Now he can walk with a cane. I greeted my father and then went to the kitchen to get busy. Half an hour later, I heard my wife return. As usual, I greeted my father, "Dad, I'm home!" My father responded.
My wife went back to the bedroom, quickly washed up, changed into more casual clothes, and came to the kitchen. Seeing me busy, she came over to help.
I said, "No need, honey, you rest, I'll take care of it. I'll cook your favorite dishes for you today."
Li Li laughed and said, "Stop being so attentive, it makes me feel awkward!" "Hehe," I did feel it too. At this moment, such attentiveness really made people's imaginations run wild.
Cooking together as a young couple brings happiness; ordinary, everyday life brings boundless joy.
I quickly prepared several dishes and helped my father to the table. My father said, "This is such a feast today! The three of us can't possibly finish it all!" I said, "It's alright. I'm just happy today. I'll have a couple of drinks with you. A little bit of liquor can help improve blood circulation." As I said that I was happy today, I noticed that my wife pouted and glared at me.
To ease her embarrassment, my father and I had a pleasant chat. She was much quieter than usual, probably because she had something on her mind.
At home, my father and I didn't drink much. We finished cleaning up the dishes in no time, watched some TV, settled my father in, and then I went to the bedroom early.
My wife came back to the bedroom earlier today and played with the child on the crib. When I came in, I joined them. The child is still very young and can't communicate, so it's just playful teasing.
My wife's smile as she looked at our child was so loving, her hand so gentle as she stroked the baby. Watching this heartwarming scene of my wife and child under the lamplight filled me with endless warmth and happiness. Around 8:30, it was time for my wife to feed the baby and put him to sleep. She turned to her side, holding the baby slightly, and pulled up her shirt from below. She had taken off her bra when we returned to the room after dinner, revealing her full D-cup breasts. The baby skillfully took the nipple and areola into his mouth and began to suckle. Watching my baby nurse is a beautiful thing; there's maternal love, there's a happy child. I often watch my wife breastfeed, and it's a very blissful feeling. The baby's little mouth moved slightly, pulling on my wife's breasts, the rhythm gradually slowing down until her breathing became heavier, and she slowly fell asleep. My wife gently pulled the nipple from the baby's mouth, tucked the baby in, and then pointed to the bedroom. I followed her back to the bedroom.
Back in the bedroom, I thought my wife would talk to me, but she did exactly as planned: she washed up, then came to bed in a spaghetti-strap nightgown, covered herself from the waist down with a summer blanket, and started playing on her phone. I just stood there dumbfounded, watching her walk back and forth. I never knew my wife could be so composed.
I've been waiting for so long, I'm really getting impatient, so I tugged at my wife's clothes and said, "My dear wife!" My wife didn't respond at first, so I tugged at her clothes again and called out, "My dear daughter-in-law."
She cleared her throat and prepared to speak. "I agreed. You probably already knew!" Her voice was visibly trembling. I leaned in and hugged her tightly, overwhelmed with emotion. After all, saying those words of agreement had taken her far more effort and struggle than I had.
"However, this is indeed absurd. Although modern society has progressed and I don't mind accepting new things, this is not only immoral but also unethical. I have many worries, and I'm worried that taking this step will lead me into an abyss." I was about to interrupt her and tell her that I wouldn't let her fall into any abyss.
She said, "Don't speak yet, let me finish. A woman's body can only belong to one man. If I really take that step, I will no longer be pure. Whether you dislike me or not, I will feel that I am no longer pure. I can't imagine the moment when another man enters my body, and I don't know how I will face my life afterward."
I understand your intentions. Dad has taken such good care of you; your growth is inseparable from his hard work. I also know how filial you are, and I admire that about you. You are just as filial to my parents, and I'm so happy to have found you as my partner. Influenced by you, I've become even more filial to our parents. The reason I agree with you is firstly to repay your father's kindness in raising you, and to thank him—without him, we wouldn't be together; secondly, I'm powerless against your words, and I'm willing to give you everything, including my health.” At this moment, I was moved to tears. Yes, the words weren't fancy, but every word touched my heart. I hugged her even tighter, unsure of what to say next.
She continued, "Although I've agreed, there are a few conditions I need to tell you first." I quickly agreed, "Tell me, I'll agree to any conditions." She continued, "First, promise me that until the day we actually do it, you'll think it over carefully. We can't predict how things will develop in the future, and we can always stop if we regret it. Second, if we really take that step, and you feel I'm no longer pure and want to leave me, you'll have to wait until the child is grown up before you can leave me." I interrupted her, "If I were to despise you for what I've proposed, then I wouldn't be myself. After all these years, you should know what kind of person I am." She nodded silently and continued, "Third, no matter how things develop in the future, you can't blame me, and you can't say I'm not pure when you're angry." I said, "Silly girl, I'll thank you. You're so great, giving up your purest body for me. I love you so much." My lips pressed against hers; at that moment, the action happened naturally. "Fourth, I haven't thought it through yet. Once I have, I'll tell you a few more points, and you have to agree to them all." At this moment, my wife's voice became shy, and her face was flushed. I knew that this was the moment she would agree to give herself to me, and of course she would be embarrassed.
My heart was pounding, a kind of palpitation, an excited palpitation. With trembling hands, I held Li Li's face and said, "Thank you, my dear wife. I would give anything for you." Then, I kissed my wife deeply. When my wife and I slowly calmed down, and the trembling and palpitations subsided...
My wife said casually, "How do you plan to persuade Dad? Do you still need to use those lies you told me to coax him?" I smiled and said to my wife, "I don't know what to do yet, but I think it's up to you." My wife looked at me with a puzzled expression.
I chuckled and continued, "I think it'll never work out with my father. I think it'll all come down to your charm. A woman pursuing a man is as easy as piercing a thin sheet of paper!" My wife was still skeptical!
I said, to put it simply, "I want you to seduce Dad, and then..." Before I could finish, my wife's fingers were already pinching my arm. It really hurt! I jumped up. It hurt so much!
My wife said, "What do you want? I've already agreed, and now you want me to seduce him? Who do you think I am? I don't know how to seduce." I said, "Don't be angry. Let me explain slowly, let's plan it out together. I think Dad will only agree if you take the initiative. He's so old, and the main reason he doesn't want a partner is probably because he's worried about the impact on me. It's unlikely he'll take the initiative with you." My wife didn't say anything, probably agreeing with me. I continued, "We'll use small stimulations in our daily lives to arouse Dad's desire first, and then you can give him hints from time to time. I think with my wife's charm, no man can resist her." My wife blushed and said, "I read some articles today, and I probably can't do what they say." "We'll study it slowly, and then follow the plan step by step. If it doesn't work out, we'll rehearse first, and I'll be your practice partner!" My wife laughed and said, "Are we doing something clandestine? Are we scheming against your father?" "Hehe! Yeah, I also think it's strange. Scheming against a man to have a relationship with his wife, that's really weird."
The two of them talked more and more interestingly, as if it weren't their own business. It all seemed so ridiculous, yet there was a vague feeling in their hearts. They didn't know if it was anticipation, trepidation, or something else entirely.

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