Lonely night

The moment I heard I was going on a business trip, I thought Xiaoying would be secretly excited about being alone with her father.

But her first reaction was reluctance and sadness, something she never usually

showed .

Before I left, Xiaoying kept giving me instructions, and my father said goodbye again.

Sitting on the plane, I wondered if Xiaoying and my father would immediately start making love after I left. After all,

it was only a little past eight in the evening; there was plenty of time to do whatever.

Because the plane was crowded, I couldn't possibly use my laptop to monitor everything at home,

even though I had a wireless card, and wireless communication devices weren't allowed on the plane.

I could only suppress my eagerness and wait until I arrived at my destination, then record and watch

everything at home.

Was Xiaoying in my father's room now? Had they already started? At

this moment, the image of Xiaoying on top of my father that night, thrusting his penis into

her Thinking of this, my penis involuntarily became erect.

Because I was wearing thin pants, a small tent formed in my crotch on the plane. I tried hard to stop

fantasizing and let my penis go soft.

But at this time, and with the advantage of only the two of them at home, I couldn't help but fantasize.

In the end, I could only naturally press my hands against my hips to cover my erect penis that refused to go soft

.

I realized that my body had fully recovered; at least in the past, I couldn't get

an erection through fantasies.

Upon reaching my destination, I turned on my phone as soon as I got off the plane. Less than half a minute after turning it on, my phone

rang.

Xiaoying knew the approximate arrival time of the plane beforehand. It was already past 11 p.m., yet Xiaoying

called right on time as I got off the plane. It seemed my fantasies were probably correct; at least it proved that Xiaoying had

n't slept.

She was probably worried about me and had stayed up to let me let her know I arrived safely; more likely, Xiaoying and

her father had just finished a passionate encounter, and Xiaoying called me immediately afterward.

Xiaoying asked about my situation on the phone, showing concern and care, which warmed my heart.

During this process, I tried to judge Xiaoying's tone of voice. If she had just finished with my father,

her tone should have been somewhat hurried or unsteady.

However, Xiaoying was very quiet, and her tone of voice was exactly the same as usual, which made me

even more eager for the surveillance footage to be shown later.

As I exited the station, staff from the branch office met me and took me to

the hotel I had booked in advance. It was already past midnight.

After seeing the staff off, I endured my fatigue and quickly sat down in my hotel room and turned on my

laptop .

My hands were trembling, as if I was impatient; I didn't know if it was fear or

anticipation.

Finally, the computer surveillance camera turned on, and everything in the house was displayed. I first turned on the surveillance footage of my father's

bedroom .

Because Xiaoying and my father almost always had their encounters in my father's bedroom, I instinctively

turned on the surveillance footage of my father's bedroom first, but what I saw was unexpected.

I saw my father lying quietly on his bed, eyes closed, seemingly asleep, only occasionally turning over,

not in a deep sleep. Xiaoying wasn't in his room. He was neatly dressed in his pajamas

, and the sheets and blankets were still on—it didn't look like they had just been intimate.

Had they finished? Was Xiaoying taking a shower? I immediately checked the bathroom security camera; it

was empty , pitch black, without a trace of anyone.

Finally, I checked my bedroom security camera. Xiaoying was lying quietly on the bed, wearing her original

emerald green nightgown, her hair smooth, her appearance perfectly tidy, seemingly fast asleep.

None of this suggested they had been intimate.

Had they not? In my mind, taking advantage of this rare opportunity while I was away,

they should have immediately made love.

I adjusted the video time, freezing it at the moment I left home.

After I left, my father seemed to sense what was about to happen. He sat quietly on the sofa,

watching TV, but his gaze kept drifting to Xiaoying, who was tidying up. His anticipation

and nervousness were palpable.

After I left, Xiaoying stood at the door for a while, her eyes still filled with reluctance.

Then she sighed and began tidying up, though she seemed somewhat distracted, quietly working

without glancing at my father. Occasionally, a look of longing and reluctance would appear in her eyes.

It was clear that after I left, Xiaoying's first thought wasn't about having sex with my father, but rather that she was still immersed

in missing me.

During this time, Xiaoying and I had grown closer, making her increasingly attached to me.

Finally, Xiaoying finished tidying up. It was past 9 pm, and only then did she focus her

attention on my father.

He was quietly watching TV, but his eyes kept glancing at Xiaoying, as if he was waiting

, especially since Xiaoying had initiated things last time.

Xiaoying might have noticed her father's glance out of the corner of her eye, but she didn't respond. Instead, she turned and went

to our bedroom.

Once there, she took off her clothes and changed into her emerald green nightgown.

Was Xiaoying getting ready to go out and start her "battle" with her father after changing? Her father, who was watching

TV , was now completely focused on Xiaoying's bedroom door. He heard her changing...

The rustling of clothes, the growing longing and anticipation in his eyes—he waited anxiously, having been holding back

for so long.

Xiaoying changed into her nightgown and sat on the bed, her gaze fixed on her bedroom door.

Xiaoying and her father faced each other through the doorway, unable to see each other.

Hesitation and struggle flashed in Xiaoying's eyes, but after a moment,

longing and memories replaced them. Finally, Xiaoying turned her gaze to our wedding photo, staring blankly at

me in it, her longing growing stronger.

Meanwhile, her father continued to wait by Xiaoying's door, while Xiaoying stared blankly at our

photo , even though she had seen it countless times.

Finally, Xiaoying sighed, a resolute glint in her eyes, and stood up, walking towards

the bedroom door.

"Is she going out to make love to her father?"

This had happened before. Xiaoying would look at our wedding photos and hesitate for a while, but in the end, she would still

go out and make love to her father.

I was looking forward to what was about to happen.

Xiaoying opened the door, and her father, who had been waiting anxiously, instantly turned his gaze to the television, as if he had been watching TV the whole time .

Xiaoying did n't go out after opening the door, but simply stood in the doorway, looking at her father. "Dad, it's late, go to sleep. Don't watch too much TV, it's not good for your recovery," Xiaoying said gently to her father with a normal expression. "Mm," her father nodded excitedly and quickly got up to turn off the television. He had just turned off the TV when a sound made him freeze on the spot, not knowing what was going on. The sound was Xiaoying's bedroom door closing. He had seen Xiaoying close her door after speaking to her father and receiving his response, and then she turned off the bedroom light. This wasn't like the script; normally, Xiaoying should have gone to his bedroom with his father , and perhaps that's what her father thought too. He stood there dumbfounded for a while before he realized what was happening. He knew Xiaoying meant she wasn't going to have sex with him that night and wanted him to go to sleep and stop waiting. Her father had been waiting for Xiaoying; how could she not have guessed? She had unwittingly rejected her father's "intimacy" that night . After a moment of stunned silence, a hint of disappointment flashed in his eyes, but he still obediently went to his bedroom and quietly lay down on his bed. At this point, if her father were bolder and went to Xiaoying's bedroom to make advances, Xiaoying probably wouldn't refuse . However, since the incident, her father has become very timid and obedient to Xiaoying. Like last time , it was Xiaoying who initiated things; her father hasn't completely let go yet. Meanwhile, after Xiaoying went to her bedroom, she lay on her bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep. Did she regret her decision? Otherwise, she would n't be tossing and turning, unable to sleep. Would she change her mind and go to her father's bedroom again? But Xiaoying's next actions told me I was wrong. She lay there for a while, then checked the time on her phone. She lay there again, then checked the time again. This repeated until, after checking the time for the last time, a glint of joy flashed in her eyes, and she immediately dialed a number. However, the call didn't seem to go through. She frowned and put the phone down. After waiting half a minute, Xiaoying dialed again, but it still didn't go through, so she put the phone down again. This repeated more than ten times until finally, the call was answered. It turned out she couldn't sleep because she was waiting for me to get off the plane; she was waiting for me to call and check on my safety. Seeing this, I realized I had wronged Xiaoying; she had been waiting for me. Perhaps my sudden departure from home made Xiaoying very uncomfortable, as it made her lose all desire to have sex with her father that night. Her mind was filled with my image, and no one else mattered. After calling me, Xiaoying put down her phone, a sweet smile on her face. She glanced at her bedroom door , shook her hair, and wearily closed her eyes, falling peacefully asleep. Perhaps before she fell asleep, the thought of having sex with her father still involuntarily flashed through her mind, but in the lingering afterglow of her phone call with me, she ultimately gave up. Afterwards, I fast-forwarded the video until now; nothing had happened, and we were both peacefully in our respective bedrooms. The next day, I began the arduous work of market research and business district planning, tiring me out all day. In the evening, my colleagues from the branch office had a dinner party. I couldn't refuse their hospitality, and although I repeatedly declined, as their leader, I was still dragged along by my colleagues. At the dinner table, everyone was drinking and laughing. I glanced at my phone; it was already 8 PM. It suddenly dawned on that Xiaoying hadn't called me all day. Usually, she would call me twice a day, once in the morning and once in the afternoon. Why hadn't she called yet ? Had something happened? Impossible. If something had happened to Xiaoying , her father would have called to tell me. Could it be that Xiaoying and her father were busy being affectionate and she forgot to call me? No way...

Upon realizing this possibility, I, who had just been immersed in the sweetness of love, felt a pang of pain in my heart.

Should I call Xiaoying now? What if she and her father were there, and I didn't want to disturb her

? Just as I was struggling with this dilemma, my phone rang. It was Xiaoying calling. I answered the phone.

"Honey, what are you doing?"

Xiaoying spoke to me gently, but there seemed to be something off in her tone, though I couldn't quite put my finger on it

.

"I'm having drinks and dinner with my colleagues. I'm exhausted after a long day."

Hearing that Xiaoying was alright, I finally felt relieved.

"Why didn't you call me today?"

Xiaoying suddenly asked me, sounding a little sad. Her emotions struck me as odd.

"Didn't you keep calling me, honey?"

Although it felt strange, I didn't think anything of it and

said to .

"Then can't you just call me today?"

Xiaoying said, her voice almost trembling with tears. Xiaoying must miss me so much that

she was throwing a tantrum because I hadn't called.

Since our love has rekindled, Xiaoying has always been affectionate and clingy, like

a young girl .

"Okay, honey, be good at home, don't be naughty. I'm having dinner with my colleagues.

Let's . Go to sleep early, I'm hanging up now."

Just then, my colleagues were about to toast.

I ignored Xiaoying's clingy behavior and, after confirming she was alright, I quickly tried to hang up. After all, having a long phone

conversation at a dinner table would be considered inappropriate by the other people at the table . "Wait, honey, don't you have anything else you want to say to me?" Xiaoying quickly stopped me from hanging up, asking me anxiously. Xiaoying is becoming more and more like a little girl, so clingy. "Okay, okay, sweetie, stop it. My colleagues are toasting, I'll hang up now. I'll apologize to you tomorrow, *kiss*." Watching my colleagues raise their glasses, I kissed Xiaoying on the phone and quickly hung up , not even noticing what she said last. Little did I know that this hasty hanging up would lead me to an irreparable mistake and leave me with a deep regret. After finishing my drinks with my colleagues, I arrived at the hotel close to 10:30 PM. Although I'd drunk a lot, years of social drinking had honed my alcohol tolerance; although my head was a little dizzy, my mind was still relatively clear. After a quick wash, I sat on the bed and opened my laptop. I don't know when it started, but I'd developed a habit of watching the home security camera footage every night before bed. Right now, I was away on a business trip, and anything could happen at home. Last night, Xiaoying wasn't in the mood for intimacy with her father because of my sudden departure. So what about tonight ? After a day of adjustment, Xiaoying should be able to relax and spend some time with her father. At this moment, I suddenly remembered the strange phone call Xiaoying had just made to me. I hadn't had time to think about it because of the dinner table, but now it seemed like something was wrong. I took out my phone to call Xiaoying, but then I suddenly thought, what if Xiaoying was with my father … wouldn't calling now disturb them? I decided to wait and check the situation at home first . I turned on the computer surveillance. First, I checked my bedroom's camera. My bedroom was empty. It was already past 4 PM. Xiaoying wasn't in the bedroom, so… I excitedly turned on my father's bedroom camera. The scene before me thrilled me. Xiaoying was lying on her back on my father's bed, completely naked. Her vaginal opening didn't seem to be completely closed; traces of semen remained. ( For discussion, join QQ group: 454587.) A thick cotton blanket was placed under Xiaoying's buttocks, now stained with semen , white and not completely dried. It seems my previous guess was correct; by placing the blanket under herself, Xiaoying wouldn't need to change the sheets after making love with her father, only needing to wash the blanket briefly. Her father was also completely naked, his thick, long penis limp and hanging between his legs , covered in a mixture of semen and vaginal fluid, shimmering in the night. He lay on his back, one hand gently kneading Xiaoying their shape changing in his touch. Their breathing was uneven, both seemingly savoring the afterglow of their orgasm. Xiaoying's hair was disheveled, and there seemed to be some perhaps saliva left from her father's kisses. The blankets and sheets were a mess, and the pillows weren't in their original places. Everything seemed to have just ended; the disarray of the room hinted at how intense their lovemaking had been. The situation told me I couldn't call Xiaoying now; I'd have to wait until tomorrow to call her and ask what happened. How did they start tonight? Was it my father or Xiaoying who initiated it? What positions did they use? Did they make any breakthroughs? It seemed I'd missed something good, but thankfully there was a surveillance camera . While they were lying side-by-side recovering, I started playing the recording, freezing the timeline at the moment Xiaoying got off work.

At that moment,

I saw Xiaoying arrive home. Her father was cooking in the kitchen. Although I had left, leaving only

Xiaoying and her father, the meal seemed quite lavish.

Was her father planning a candlelight dinner with Xiaoying? Was he taking advantage of my absence to enjoy some time

alone ? "Coming! Wait a moment, the food will be ready soon."

Seeing Xiaoying enter, her father poked his head out of the kitchen and smiled at her.

"Hmm, don't make too much food. It's just the two of us today; we won't be able to finish it all."

Xiaoying seemed a little tired. She tossed her bag onto the sofa and sat down to rest.

After resting for a while, Xiaoying took out her phone from her bag, looked at it, and then

seemed somewhat disappointed and annoyed.

"She must be checking if I've called or texted her, right?"

I suddenly thought, watching the security camera footage. Seeing that Xiaoying was thinking of me all the time

filled me with warmth and gratitude.

Xiaoying checked her phone and, finding no missed calls or texts from me, somewhat disappointed, took her phone

and bag to the bedroom and changed into a nightgown.

After changing, she sat on the bed, checking her phone every now and then.

I fast-forwarded through the video on my computer. Xiaoying remained seated on the bed, and an hour

passed . She checked her phone countless times, seemingly trying to make calls several times, but

hung up before the calls connected.

It seemed Xiaoying still missed me terribly. Judging from this, her emotions were no

different . What had caused her financial struggle with her father tonight, leading to a completely different

outcome than last night? "Xiaoying, dinner's ready."

Just as Xiaoying picked up her phone again to make a call, her father knocked on the door, calling her to eat.

"Ah, okay."

Hearing her father's knock, Xiaoying put her phone on the bed and prepared to leave the bedroom for dinner. However, she

stopped at the door, a moment's hesitation flashing across her face. She then went back to the bedside, picked up her phone

, and left the bedroom to eat with her father. Although there were only four dishes today, it was quite lavish. It seemed her father had put a lot of effort and thought

into preparing dinner . Xiaoying's indifference last night must have made him sense something, so he specially cooked a delicious to cheer her up. Seeing Xiaoying come out of the room and sit at the table, her father took a bottle of wine from the refrigerator, along with two wine glasses. At the table, he poured a small glass of wine for both Xiaoying and himself. Everything seemed like a candlelight dinner just for the two of them. After pouring the wine, her father raised his glass. "Xiaoying, I know you can't drink, but today is a special day, so please just have a little, just half a glass of wine. Okay?" Her father said gently, holding up his glass, his eyes filled with love and tenderness. "Okay, this little bit of wine is nothing. Dad, thank you for making so many delicious dishes." Hearing her father's words, Xiaoying also picked up her wine glass and clinked it with his. "Jincheng isn't home today, so let me celebrate your birthday in his place. Happy birthday..." After her father finished speaking, the two clinked glasses and then drank their wine in one gulp. "Boom..." My brain exploded. Today... today is Xiaoying's birthday. Yes, today is indeed Xiaoying 's birthday. Damn it, how could I forget? I remembered Xiaoying's birthday a while ago and even reminded myself in my spare time. (For those who want to discuss, join the QQ group : 454587.) That day, I even thought I'd have time to buy Xiaoying's favorite jewelry bracelet and give it to her as a surprise on her birthday. However, I've been so busy with work lately—the company celebration, business trips, branch openings— that I completely forgot about Xiaoying's birthday. It was only then that I remembered Xiaoying's phone call. "Honey, why didn't you call me today? " "Couldn't you have called me today?" "Honey, don't hang up. Don't you have anything to say to me?"... All of Xiaoying's unusual words on the phone finally revealed the truth. She was waiting, waiting for me to call her and wish her a happy birthday. Even though I wasn't home and didn't have a chance to prepare a gift, just a phone call, a blessing, would have made her happy. But I, who had forgotten her birthday, was foolishly rushing to drink with my colleagues and ended up forcibly hanging up on Xiaoying. Oh no! At that moment, I realized I'd made a huge mistake. I'd completely forgotten my beloved wife's birthday! Could anything be more awful? No wonder Xiaoying sounded tearful on the phone, waiting for my birthday wishes, and I'd forgotten and hung up on her. I can only imagine how heartbroken she was. If it were me, I'd definitely be angry and resentful too. Now that I remembered Xiaoying's birthday, I checked the time on my computer. I'd just watched the security camera footage for a while, and an hour had already passed. It was 11:48 PM, and there were only two minutes left until the day was over. There was still time. Although Xiaoying would still be angry, it wasn't too late to mend things. (For discussion, join the QQ group: 454587). At that moment, I didn't care whether the situation at home was suitable for me to call, nor did I worry about whether it was...

I didn't want to disturb my father and Xiaoying at home. Xiaoying's birthday made me forget everything else.

I frantically found my phone, ready to call Xiaoying to apologize and make up for my

mistake.

My hands were trembling as I scrolled through my contacts, my eyes constantly glancing at

the time on the computer screen, afraid I'd miss midnight.

"Beep...beep...beep..."

The call finally went through. My palms started sweating, ready to

apologize .

But the call kept going, and no one answered. Finally, the call ended automatically because the time was up. Xiaoying

's phone never connected. I checked the time; two minutes had passed, and it was 5:05

. I dialed again, but still no answer. I dialed again, still no answer,

and again ... Slowly, another five minutes passed, and it was 5:55.

Why wasn't Xiaoying answering? Was she still angry with me? At this moment, while continuing to make phone calls, I also

turned on the home security camera.

What I saw there surprised me greatly. My father and Xiaoying had resumed their sexual activity sometime during the night.

Xiaoying lay on her back on the bed, her whole body swaying with each thrust of her father. Her large breasts swayed in circles with each impact, the pink nipples and areolas drawing elegant lines

in the night . (For discussion, join the QQ group: 454587.) Xiaoying's long, beautiful legs were pushed up to her chest by her father, her legs arranged in an "M" shape. Between her legs, a veiny "python" was inserted into her vagina. Her father's thick, long penis thrust in and out of Xiaoying's vagina, his dark pubic hair slamming against her hips. Their pubic hair becoming sticky with their love juices. "Slap slap slap slap..." The sounds of their hips colliding echoed in the alluring night. Each time, the father withdrew completely, leaving only the head of his penis inside Xiaoying's vagina, before plunging it back in fully. Their hips and pubic hair were now intertwined . The father pushed Xiaoying's knees with both hands, positioning her legs in an "M" shape. Xiaoying, being a dancer, possessed excellent flexibility, easily performing splits. At this moment, her knees were almost pushed up to her breasts by her father. Due to the large range of motion of her legs, Xiaoying's entire lower body and buttocks had lifted off the bed , her buttocks now higher than her upper body and head. Both of them breathed heavily. Xiaoying's cherry-like mouth was now fully open, emitting high-pitched and melodious "cat-like" moans. At this moment, she seemed no longer to suppress her moans, which were soft and seductive, stirring the heartstrings of everyone present. At this moment, fluid and foam continuously flowed from their genitals, dripping onto the blanket Xiaoying had swallowed . Xiaoying seemed not to have showered, as her vagina still contained the semen her father had ejaculated into her the first time. Now, under the friction and thrusting of her father's penis, that remaining semen turned into white . "Smack smack..." The sounds of their genitals rubbing together continuously emanated from their joined genitals. The instant their hips separated, their sticky pubic hair parted, revealing glistening threads of vaginal fluid connecting them . These threads seemed remarkably strong; despite the father's vigorous thrusting, they were constantly stretched but never broke. The father, panting heavily, tightly bound Xiaoying's knees with his hands, his hips moving rapidly and steadily in and out of Xiaoying's vagina , producing a series of friction and impact sounds. Xiaoying bit her lower lip tightly as her father thrust in and out, occasionally shaking her head and tossing her hair to receive his impact. Sometimes she would even raise her hips high to meet his thrusts; the two were perfectly in sync . At this moment, both of them were drenched in sweat, but they seemed tireless. It seemed the pleasure they were experiencing was irresistible; nothing else mattered. The only thing that mattered was their constant intercourse. An old man and a young woman, vastly different in age, appearance, status, and position, were willingly and intimately connected. Watching them "reap a second harvest," I continued dialing the phone, refusing to give up . But there seemed to be no ringtone from Xiaoying's phone in my father's bedroom. Had she put it on silent? Holding my phone in one hand and operating the computer with the other, I opened the live feed of our bedroom. I saw Xiaoying 's phone on our bed, the speaker on the back . The soft mattress covered the speaker, preventing the ringtone from coming out. The ringtone was so faint, only audible in our bedroom. "Husband, husband, I love you. May Buddha bless you, may you have good health and strength; husband, husband, I love you. May Buddha bless you, may everything go well for you, and may we never be apart..." Xiaoying's ringtone echoed in our bedroom, still the same song, "Husband, Husband, I Love You ," the ringtone she had specially set for me, unchanged for so many years. But at this moment, the faint ringtone couldn't penetrate our bedroom door, nor could it reach Xiaoying's ears through my father's bedroom door...

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