A heartbreaking beginning

From then on, I was always in a daze at work, unable to concentrate. My mind kept replaying

the scenes from that article about a father-in-law and daughter-in-law having sex. Even after my wife came home from work, I would imagine her and my father alone together

, wondering if something might happen. I was practically in a morbid state.

Should I really arrange for my wife and father to have sex according to the story? No way! In the story,

the husband persuaded his wife, and she eventually agreed to seduce her father-in-law step by step.

For me, the first step wouldn't be successful. Novels are just novels; I can't take them seriously. If I were to persuade Qu Ying to seduce my father

now , I think the best I'd get is a scolding from my wife, and she

might even send me to a mental hospital.

One evening, I came home to find my father soothing our son, Hao Hao. Food was on the table, and my wife, wearing

a nightgown, was tidying up.

Because my father lived with us, my wife dressed conservatively even at home, even when

it was hot.

However, because my wife was cleaning the house today, she occasionally bent over to wipe the dust under the sofa and TV cabinet. Although her

nightgown was conservative, even the most conservative nightgown had a neckline that was lower than normal clothing. Every

time she bent over, I could inadvertently

see her snow-white breasts and the deep cleavage through the neckline. My wife's breasts are a 34D,

definitely full-figured.

Thinking of the scenes in those adult novels, I secretly watched my father to see if he was peeking at

my wife's occasional glimpses of her breasts.

But after secretly observing for a long time while eating, I only found that after my father accidentally caught a

glimpse of my wife's breasts, he immediately turned his back to her to comfort the child, and didn't turn around or peek again.

It's completely different from what you see in novels. No wonder, my father is a simple and honest farmer.

He is simple and honest by nature, and his thinking is very traditional.

In traditional thinking, a daughter-in-law is like family, another daughter. It

's considered taboo for a father to peep at his own daughter, let alone a father-in-law. Therefore,

when he saw his daughter-in-law Qu Ying's breasts and cleavage accidentally exposed, he didn't hesitate to avert his gaze – a normal reaction for an elderly person.

If he had actually peeked, it would only have made him feel guilty.

Ugh, what a headache! My wife is conservative and can't accept it, and neither can my father; it's perfectly

understandable .

Because I work in management and often receive phone calls in my sleep, I'm a light sleeper; the slightest

noise wakes me.

That night, I was awakened by a slight shaking of the bed. Half-asleep, by the moonlight, I saw my wife

secretly masturbating again. She was biting her lower lip, one hand caressing her breast, the other rapidly stroking

her .

Her eyes were closed, but after a while she stopped, sighed, and realized masturbation wasn't enough to bring her

to orgasm.

I squinted as my wife turned her head towards me. She looked at my face, then gently stroked it

with such deep affection.

My wife and I had never had a major argument; occasionally we'd have a little squabble, but we'd forget about it the next day

. Husbands and wives don't hold grudges overnight.

That's why my relationship with Qu Ying and I has always been very good; we love each other deeply.

My wife was still quietly watching me, a blush on her beautiful face. I knew she was aroused. I

couldn't satisfy her, and even masturbation couldn't satisfy her.

I believe that if it weren't for her deep love for me, her physical desires would have made her unable to resist having an affair. But

because of her love for me, she would never betray me.

Women are like wolves at thirty, tigers at forty, and can suck the earth dry at fifty.

My wife just turned 30 today, right at the stage where her libido is starting to rise. I understand her current sexual

needs.

I hate my own body.

Slowly, my wife fell asleep. I opened my eyes and gently kissed her face.

It's another weekend, and this time I finally don't have to work overtime. I can have a good rest. My father

is playing with our son on the sofa, and my wife is washing vegetables and preparing dinner. It's a rare family reunion today, so my wife is going to cook

a nice meal.

As for me, I'm taking advantage of my day off to help my wife with the housework: sweeping, mopping, and taking out the trash.

After tidying up my bedroom, I went to tidy up

my father's bedroom. Because my wife and I both work, we hardly have time to do housework. My father

cleans his bedroom and living room every day, and then my wife and I clean

our bedroom ourselves. Perhaps my father feels uncomfortable entering my wife and me's bedroom, so he never cleans ours.

Today, since I have a rare day off, I decided to clean both my father's bedroom and living room.

After sweeping my father's bedroom, I started kneeling down and scrubbing the floor bit by bit. When I got to

the area next to my father's bed, I unexpectedly found a small stain on the floor. I could see that it was a

small stain left by a drop of liquid, like water, that had splashed onto the wooden board. It was light white,

like , and because it had dried, it had no smell.

My heart skipped a beat. Could it be…? Just as I was starting to doubt, I saw

the trash can under my father's bed. Inside were several wads of toilet paper, seemingly wrapping something. I slowly took them

out and unfolded them. Inside was a sticky, egg-white-like liquid with a

familiar —the smell of male hormones.

I knew what it was without even guessing: semen.

Could it be traces left from when my wife and father secretly had sex? Impossible. Judging from everything that had happened at home

, my wife and father's relationship had always been normal.

Furthermore, judging from the degree of dryness of the semen on the toilet paper, the traces of semen on the floor and on the toilet paper must have

been left last night. My wife was in bed with me the whole night; if she had suddenly left in the middle of the night, I, being a light sleeper, would definitely have noticed

.

The only explanation is that my father was masturbating while sitting on the edge of the bed, and a few drops of semen dripped onto

the wooden board He wiped the rest clean with toilet paper and threw it in the trash can.

If I hadn't accidentally discovered the traces on the wooden board and then checked the trash can, I would never have discovered that my father had masturbated

last night . I don't think he even noticed the few drops of semen dripping onto the wooden board when he masturbated to orgasm.

Although my father is 54 years old, he still has sexual needs, and my mother has been gone for four years. I think he must have satisfied his sexual

needs through masturbation.

Thinking about this, I suddenly felt very sorry for my father. He raised me, and when I grew up, he was supposed to enjoy life,

but now his wife is gone, and he can only satisfy his sexual needs in his later years by masturbating.

I can provide my father with food, clothing, and shelter, but now I haven't given him sexual happiness in his old age.

My wife's unmet sexual desires lead to frequent masturbation, and my father's unsatisfied sex life also results in frequent masturbation. What a perfect match

they ! Why can't my wife and father satisfy each other? Thinking about this,

I feel like I've become the third wheel in this family.

But then I realize that this would satisfy my wife's sexual needs and also provide sexual happiness for my father in his later years. And

imagining my beautiful and kind wife, Qu Ying, making love with my old-fashioned, dark-skinned, and simple father—the stimulation would

be unparalleled… But I want something to happen between my wife and father, yet I don't know how.

Finally, unable to bear the uncontrollable urge, I decide to do everything I can to bring my

wife and father together, and as their husband, I decide to become the third wheel, the matchmaker between them

… (Isn't that heartbreaking?)

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