The source of pain

Seeing all this, though a pang of sadness struck me, a long-suppressed excitement also welled up within me. I glanced around the office; no one should bother me for a while. I unzipped my pants, pulled out my already erect 2-centimeter penis, and, fueled by the passion ignited by the video of Xiaoying and her father, slowly began to masturbate in the quiet office. The thought of this "prestigious husband" watching his beloved wife be intimate with someone else, while he masturbated in the distance, suddenly made him feel truly pathetic.

In the video, after a brief exchange of "worship," the father and Xiaoying lowered their heads simultaneously, their movements so synchronized and harmonious. The father looked down at Xiaoying's jade-like back and snowy buttocks, watching his penis penetrate between her legs, pressed against her alluring labia; his eyes were filled with excitement. Xiaoying waited, her soft hair falling down, covering her cheeks. She waited, waiting for her father's movement, waiting for that long-awaited climax.

The father didn't keep Xiaoying waiting long and began to slowly thrust in and out. As the thrusting began, both of them couldn't help but moan, their moans revealing the exquisite sensations they were experiencing. As time continued and their pleasure intensified, the father's movements became faster, the force and amplitude of his thrusts increasing. The familiar "slap slap slap" of flesh colliding returned, a sound they hadn't heard in a long time. With each thrust, Xiaoying swayed back and forth, her large, papaya-shaped breasts bouncing as if they might burst free from her bra at any moment. The father's now-healed hands caressed Xiaoying's snow-white buttocks, occasionally squeezing them tightly, eliciting soft moans from the moaning Xiaoying.

This time, the direct contact between her labia and the shaft brought them unprecedented pleasure, their moans and movements reaching unprecedented heights. The father carefully controlled the amplitude and direction of his thrusts to avoid accidentally penetrating Xiaoying's vaginal opening. The father seemed unwilling to betray Xiaoying's trust, nor did he want to lose the opportunity to be intimate with her forever; he remained well-behaved. He knew that if he impulsively took Xiaoying now, he might drive her away from him forever.

Xiaoying occasionally raised her head, gazing at the ceiling, her long, flowing hair swaying with her movements. Judging from her constant raising and lowering of her head, Xiaoying's long-suppressed desire was gradually being released and relieved. She unconsciously lowered her slender waist, making her snowy buttocks appear more prominent. Seeing Xiaoying's subtle compliance, the father thrust even more excitedly, his hips slamming against Xiaoying's buttocks, slowly turning her snow-white skin a rosy hue. The father's hands greedily caressed Xiaoying's snowy buttocks and waist. Seeing this, I felt the father was clumsy, because at that moment, I thought if he removed Xiaoying's bra and touched her breasts directly, Xiaoying wouldn't refuse; it's just that the father lacked the courage, obediently continuing that repetitive, primal action.

Perhaps due to long-suppressed desire, in less than five minutes, Xiaoying's body trembled violently, her vagina gushing forth copious amounts of love juice; she reached orgasm, her head thrown high, her slender fingers gripping the sheets tightly. Seeing Xiaoying reach orgasm, the father stopped thrusting, his hands continuing to caress Xiaoying's buttocks and waist, as if helping her calm down from her intense orgasm, like a father comforting his frightened child. After trembling for several seconds, Xiaoying finally passed her orgasm, leaving only the afterglow.

Having already ejaculated once, my father lasted much longer this time. Sensing that Xiaoying had calmed down, he resumed thrusting, first gently then violently. The two, having just calmed down, began their battle again. Watching this on the video, I also ejaculated when Xiaoying reached her climax, less than five minutes later. My hands were covered in semen, and even my pants were stained. Taking advantage of the fact that my father and Xiaoying's battle was still going strong, I quickly grabbed some tissues to wipe my hands and pants. Looking at my pants, which I couldn't clean no matter how much I wiped, I couldn't help but smile bitterly.

While I was wiping myself, the moans and sounds of their thrusting in my earpiece continued unabated. Perhaps they had both already climaxed, and their second round was taking a little longer. When I finished, four minutes had passed, but their battle on the bed was still going on.

Perhaps because I had already ejaculated, watching my father and Xiaoying's intimate encounter, the initial excitement was gone, replaced only by a bitter feeling. The room was filled with the scent of spring. I stared numbly at it all. Just then, I suddenly remembered calling Xiaoying that night, around 2 a.m. I turned on the living room security camera and saw the phone Xiaoying hadn't taken, lying quietly on the sofa armrest. Based on my memory of that night, the call should have come around that time. As I was recalling, the neglected phone in the living room finally rang. It was the same ringtone I'd personally set for Xiaoying—"Husband, Husband, I Love You." This familiar ringtone echoed in the living room, sweet and melodious, but it couldn't reach my father's bedroom, much less Xiaoying's ears. The bedroom was filled with their moans, gasps, and the sounds of their bodies colliding. The ringtone, "Husband, Husband, I Love You," resounding throughout the living room, now sounded so ironic. For some reason, listening to that sweet ringtone in the video, I suddenly felt a sharp pain in my heart. Although I had accepted all of this, it didn't mean I could truly face it all with equanimity.

The phone rang twice in the living room, but neither my father nor Xiaoying heard my calls. Finally, after two attempts, I gave up. The ringing stopped, and the living room fell silent, save for the faint sounds of their intense lovemaking from the bedroom. Two minutes later, with a loud moan from Xiaoying, my father and Xiaoying reached climax simultaneously, their bodies slick with each other's fluids and semen. Their bodies trembled violently, as if enduring the cold wind, their entire bodies shaking from head to toe, leaving only a blissful exhaustion. Afterward

, they went to the bathroom to shower, but Xiaoying went in alone, not wanting her father to see her upper body naked. When she finished, she waited in the bathroom in her underwear, gently washing and drying her father like a tender wife, while her father blissfully savored this rare moment of happiness and warmth. I

waited until they were in the bedroom before dejectedly pulling out my dongle. Looking down at the semen stains on my pants from masturbation, my feelings were incredibly complex. From Xiaoying's phone call this morning, I could sense that although she had decided to accept her father, she still felt guilty and uneasy when facing me. This feeling would linger when she was with me, perhaps fading over time, but never disappearing entirely.

After work, I slowly made my way home, exhausted. For some reason, I felt a pang of fear about facing my family, about Xiaoying and her father. Thinking about this, I couldn't help but smile bitterly. It should be them who were afraid to face me, not me. What was I worried about?

When I arrived home, perhaps after so much time together, they had become accustomed to everything. The moment I stepped inside, their eyes darted around nervously, but they quickly regained their composure. It was as if nothing had happened. Clearly, after a day of calming down, they had completely accepted everything. My father and Xiaoying were chatting and laughing, but when I laughed, I felt it was forced. Xiaoying and my father noticed my unusual behavior, but they both assumed I was exhausted from not resting for 24 hours straight. How could I let them know the real reason?

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