A road of no return

At this moment, the father was intently watching Xiaoying's movements as she unhooked her bra.

As more and more of her body was exposed, until she was completely naked, her large breasts were revealed. The father's eyes were completely glued to her breasts, his face filled with excitement. This was the first time Xiaoying had ever unhooked her bra so openly. His eyes lingered on her breasts , his already burning desire intensifying. Xiaoying looked proudly at her father, who was completely absorbed in the moment. Her hips moved with increasing speed and amplitude, causing her large breasts to sway back and forth, seemingly flaunting them to him. Their breathing quickened. The father, like a wolf, stared intently at Xiaoying's swaying breasts, his eyes gleaming with lust. Finally, seemingly unable to restrain himself any longer, the father suddenly stood up, then tightly embraced Xiaoying's slender waist, his hands caressing her back. Because her father suddenly stood up, Xiaoying had to stop her movements. He held her tightly in his arms, and the two sat facing each other, their genitals pressed together. After embracing Xiaoying, her father's hands caressed her back, while his mouth, not to be outdone , began to kiss her neck, collarbone, and shoulders relentlessly. Xiaoying used this opportunity to " rest" and regain her strength, swaying her head from side to side in response to her father's kisses. "Dad, be gentle, don't leave any marks, hmm," Xiaoying reminded her father, though she was responding to his kisses, not wanting him to leave . Hearing Xiaoying's warning, her father didn't respond verbally, but the speed and intensity of his kisses began to decrease. He began to gently kiss Xiaoying, his head lowering as he moved downwards. "Ah!" Xiaoying let out a soft moan, and finally, he took one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking on the pink nipple and areola. "Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle!" Xiaoying's nipples were naturally pink, so he wasn't worried about leaving hickeys. He sucked very hard , and Xiaoying didn't stop him, letting him suckle vigorously. He was like an infant, desperately drawing "nourishment" from her. Xiaoying stroked his white hair, like a mother caressing her child . He didn't favor one breast over the other, sucking on both of her breasts alternately . Finally, seemingly having had enough, he released his mouth, spitting out the nipple, which he had sucked until it was very wet . Seemingly sensing Xiaoying's exhaustion, the father began to embrace her slender waist. "Smack!" "Ah!" With a dull thud of flesh colliding, Xiaoying involuntarily let out a soul-stirring and melodious moan. The father, sitting on the bed, began to thrust his hips upwards. The first thrust was crucial, so his first thrust forceful. "Smack!" He thrust again forcefully , and Xiaoying moaned once more. His movements were slow but powerful; he seemed to relish hearing Xiaoying's moans. He continued to thrust slowly, the moans seemingly fueling his excitement. With each thrust, his long penis, like the piston of a syringe, repeatedly pushed in and out of Xiaoying's vagina. "Smack, smack, smack!" After a while of forceful thrusting, seemingly feeling his lust reach its peak, the father increased the speed of his thrusts. Xiaoying's moans intensified with his pace, gradually becoming a continuous chorus. Xiaoying was being thrust into by her father, her body heaving up and down, just like before, except this time it was her father moving , and Xiaoying was passively enjoying it. While her father was vigorously penetrating her, his mouth wasn't idle either, tracing a path up her neck until it reached her face. Seemingly sensing her father's intentions, Xiaoying tried to dodge, but after a few attempts, she suddenly changed her mind, no longer avoiding her father's kisses, but letting his stubble-covered mouth kiss her. Her father frantically sucked on Xiaoying's lips, her pink lips twisting and changing shape in his mouth. Tonight, Xiaoying seemed a little strange; she seemed to be trying her best to satisfy all of her father's needs, seemingly "accepting his every request." I shifted my gaze from the computer and unconsciously turned my head towards the bed. Xiaoying was fast asleep, lying on her side facing inwards. She was sleeping soundly; after tonight's de facto threesome between my father and me, she seemed exhausted . "If Dad asked for anal sex, would Xiaoying agree?" I don't know why I had such a perverted thought, but thinking about the size of Dad's penis and Xiaoying's tight anus, it was impossible. Leaving aside whether Xiaoying would agree, it was questionable whether her anus could even accommodate Dad's penis. I shook my head, trying to clear my increasingly perverted thoughts, and continued watching the monitor. After Xiaoying and her father had intercourse face-to-face for a while, it seemed that this position was too tiring. This position was particularly demanding on the stamina of both men and women, and it would feel uncomfortable after a long time. Dad stopped thrusting and then shifted his body, seemingly wanting to change positions.

At that moment, I suddenly tensed up. Would Xiaoying and her father use the doggy style? Xiaoying and I

had just used it, and I thought I'd won first place. If they

switched , wouldn't I lose again? But my worries were unnecessary. My father

slowly changed positions, holding Xiaoying, and then laid her down on the bed. He moved his body slowly, careful not to

hurt her.

Xiaoying lay down on our bed, and my father climbed on top of her. Throughout this,

their genitals remained connected, thanks to the impressive size of my father's penis, which fit

securely inside Xiaoying's vagina.

After the position change, my father didn't immediately begin thrusting. Instead, he gently kissed Xiaoying

, letting him suckle her mouth, but she didn't actively respond to his kisses.

My father's hands weren't idle either; this position made it easier for him to caress Xiaoying's breasts.

After a while of caressing and stroking, my father's hips began to rise and fall gently. After a short

rest resumed. The sounds of flesh

colliding

, the wetness of their genitals rubbing together, their kisses, and their rapid breathing

filled the bedroom that belonged to Xiaoying and me.

Slowly, Xiaoying raised her legs and wrapped them around my father's waist, just like

during . Xiaoying was making love to my father again in our bedroom, and again she wrapped her slender legs around his

waist.

This time, Xiaoying was like an octopus, her arms and legs wrapped around my father, responding to

his thrusts.

During my father's thrusts, Xiaoying would occasionally raise her hips in response, seemingly wanting his

penis to penetrate deeper.

Time passed slowly; I had completely forgotten to keep track of the time, only feeling that Xiaoying and

my father had been at it for a long time.

Their sexual desires slowly approached their peak. Finally, the father climbed off Xiaoying, bracing himself

on either side of her body with his hands, and began to thrust forcefully into her, the speed and amplitude of his thrusts increasing until

his penis was fully inside her with each stroke.

Seeing this, I knew their climax was imminent.

A few minutes later, the father's pace slowed, and finally, he unleashed his "final thrust."

He plunged his penis fully into Xiaoying's vagina, their hips and already wet pubic hair pressed tightly

together , without a single gap.

The father's testicles began to contract rapidly, continuously injecting semen into Xiaoying's uterus.

Xiaoying reached her peak at the last moment, letting out a soft moan of despair. Both of them breathed heavily, experiencing

the intense pleasure of their orgasm.

The father's ejaculation continued, their bodies trembling against each other.

"Knock, knock, knock,"

but before their climax had even subsided, there was a knock on the door.

At that moment, I checked the security camera footage; it was exactly when I arrived home.

Although my knocking was very soft, it was still quite clear—I could hear it

clearly on the monitor.

I initially thought they would immediately separate, but I was wrong. They

seemed oblivious to the knocking, seemingly still enjoying their orgasm.

Could it be that they didn't hear the knocking? Slowly, the orgasm subsided, and

the knocking started again.

Since their orgasm had ended, they immediately separated upon hearing the second knock

. Before her father's penis was withdrawn, Xiaoying grabbed some tissues from the bedside table and quickly

prepared them for her vagina.

The moment her father withdrew, Xiaoying immediately stuffed a thick layer of tissues into her vagina.

The two seemed flustered by the knocking. Xiaoying quickly got out of bed to go to the bathroom to

wipe

herself, while her father, without bothering to wipe his penis, hurriedly grabbed his pajamas and underwear.

Xiaoying quickly wiped herself clean in the bathroom, while her father, naked, went to the living room door.

He looked through the peephole to see who was knocking so late and disturbing their "pleasure."

But when he peeked through the peephole, he nearly collapsed in fright. He rushed to the bathroom

door in a panic.

"Quick, Jincheng's here!"

His voice trembled; he seemed terrified.

"Ah!"

Xiaoying, who was wiping herself naked, suddenly froze. Wasn't she still on a business trip? How

did she suddenly get home? Had their affair been exposed? Had her husband come to catch them in the act? Countless thoughts

flashed through Xiaoying's mind, and she suddenly felt extremely afraid.

"Go to the bedroom first, it's okay. I'll handle it."

After a brief moment of thought, Xiaoying finally figured out what was going on.

She quickly told her father to go to the bedroom, her voice calm and composed.

Hearing Xiaoying's words, her father, as if granted a pardon, "fled" to his bedroom.

Xiaoying didn't have the habit of using a key to open the door when she knew my house. Even when I came home from work and

had my key in my pocket, I would knock instead of using the key. I've maintained this bad habit.

As for why, I don't know. It's not laziness, nor is it because I find it troublesome; it's just a habit

.

"Knock, knock, knock,"

my third knock sounded. Xiaoying, without even bothering to carefully wipe her vaginal opening, quickly went to the bedroom to put on her

nightgown and underwear. Then she went to the living room door, peeked through the peephole, and after confirming it was me, she...

I took a breath, tidied my hair and nightgown, and regulated my breathing.

Then I slowly opened the door. What followed was what happened tonight.
I didn't need to watch the surveillance footage anymore; I really didn't expect it.

Now finally understand everything.

I finally understand Xiaoying's subtle panic when I got home. I understand

why Xiaoying insisted on showering before having sex with me. I understand the source of the odor Xiaoying mentioned. I

understand vagina was so wet and had so much "leukorrhea

" during sex. It turns out that Xiaoying, my father, and I unintentionally completed an unusual "3P," or rather, a

real "3P."

My father had just finished having sex with Xiaoying and ejaculated inside her, and then I "took over."

If I had gone straight to my father's bedroom when I got home, I think he

would still be naked, his penis probably not even cleaned yet. Thinking about this, I couldn't help but feel

a little excited; after all, it was a stimulating and unusual experience.

But the thought of my breath unintentionally tainted with someone else's scent, and my penis unintentionally stained

with another man's semen, still stirred a sense of disgust within me, even though that man was my father

.

I turned off the monitoring software and, while Xiaoying was still fast asleep, quietly left the living room, intending to go to

the bathroom .

But standing in the living room, I inadvertently saw the closed door to my father's bedroom. I thought that my

father must still be awake, probably still shaken.

I went to the bathroom and started showering, focusing on my penis. Although Xiaoying had cleaned it,

I still rinsed it repeatedly with shower gel and water.

After showering, I started brushing my teeth again and again, almost until my gums bled

. Perhaps it was psychological, but even after brushing so many times, I still felt the odor in my mouth.

I now understand what happened tonight, but what caused it? Why

did Xiaoying change so drastically tonight? Wasn't she very touched by the bracelet I "gave" her? Why didn't she continue to "remain chaste" for me and instead had so much sex with my father

tonight ?

Tonight, Xiaoying's intimate behavior with her father completely distorted

my previous understanding and perception of her. I felt there must be some special reason behind it. At that moment, I

thought the diary entry Xiaoying wrote before she had her relationship with her father; perhaps the answer could only be found in that diary.

I almost washed myself raw. After washing, I wrapped myself in a towel and went back to the bedroom, sitting in front of the computer

.

Xiaoying was still fast asleep. After welcoming both my father and me tonight, she seemed really tired and had even

started snoring softly.

With mixed and anxious feelings, I logged into the forum Xiaoying frequented and logged into her "Pink

"

account. Xiaoying's new diary entry from tonight appeared before my eyes: "My feelings today are complicated. I don't

know what I'm really thinking right now; my mind is just a mess.

Today I discovered a secret, a secret that leaves me bewildered.

This story starts from my birthday."

On my birthday, because I didn't receive a phone call or a gift from my husband, I thought he had forgotten

my birthday and neglected me. For some reason, I suddenly felt incredibly sad and desperate.

So, I indulged myself and had sex with my father-in-law, partly to vent my frustration and partly to get revenge on my husband

.

I don't know why I lost my temper; maybe it was because I cared too much about my husband's love. He

has always been my emotional support and my only one, and I didn't want any flaws in that relationship.

The next day, I discovered a gift secretly placed under my pillow. When

I opened it I found the jewelry bracelet I had admired in the jewelry store that day. I didn't show it at the time,

but someone still noticed.

My first instinct was that it was a surprise from my husband, and after questioning my father-in-law, it was

confirmed . At that moment, I felt only a slow, overwhelming sense of gratitude and happiness.

My previously gloomy mood suddenly cleared, and I couldn't suppress my emotions and joy.

I thought the matter was over, but unexpectedly, another wave of trouble arose.

When I opened the gift, I was so overjoyed that I forgot to look at anything else.

This morning, while admiring the bracelet and gift box again

, I inadvertently saw the receipt for the bracelet.

I initially just wanted to check if my husband had haggled and overpaid, but after

seeing I noticed the purchase date on the receipt, a date

that chilled me to the bone.

The date was the day after my husband left for his business trip. He had already left the city

. Could he have suddenly come to buy me this gift and then slipped it under my pillow? Impossible

. I know the nature of my husband's work; unless there are extremely special circumstances, he

would never . Even if he did come, why didn't he meet with me? Everything

seemed illogical.

To resolve my doubts, I went to the jewelry store today with the bracelet and asked about

the buyer The salesperson said it was a man in his fifties or sixties, dark-skinned

, with white hair, and his height and appearance were exactly like my father-in-law's. I wondered if there had been a mistake.

The shop assistant said that only one of these bracelets was sold that day, so there was absolutely no mistake.

It was then that I realized that the bracelet was bought for me by my father-in-law, not by my beloved husband.

As for why my father-in-law lied and gave me the bracelet in my husband's name, I think it was because he didn't want

to cause conflict with him. No matter what, my relationship with my husband is paramount. My father

would , which shows he's not entirely driven by lust; he knows

what's important.

When I found out the gift was from my husband, I felt deeply moved

but I wasn't grateful because he's my husband, and there's no need for gratitude between husbands; but now

that I know it was from my father-in-law, I only feel gratitude, not that romantic feeling.

Perhaps this is determined by the different places my husband and father-in-law hold in my heart.

Knowing the truth, I really didn't know what to do; my mind was in turmoil.

Should I be grateful to my father-in-law? Yes, after all, he secretly and meticulously cared for me, and for my relationship with

my husband , he was an "unsung hero." But should I be moved by him? I felt a little

touched by his good intentions, but not by romantic love.

Should I continue to hate my husband? After these past two days, I've calmed down. I'm not that naive little

girl anymore; I'm a woman, a woman with a husband.

Thinking about everything my husband does for the family, his tireless work outside, and the grievances he suffers for our sake

, what right do I have to complain about him or hate him? He must have been too busy with work to remember his journal;

sometimes he even forgets to eat, forgets about his own health. I should understand, support

, and be tolerant of him, not complain. Besides, I've already done something to betray him with my father-in-law;

do I have the right to complain about him? I'll keep this a secret. I don't intend to expose

this . Since they both want things resolved amicably, why should I unravel this unpleasant "small matter

"

? Having thought all this through, and reflecting on my complaints and "revenge" against my husband that day, I

feel deep remorse and regret. Although I know the truth, I don't hate my husband at all

.

But how can I repay my father-in-law for his "good intentions"? I can only use my

body. My father-in-law is most infatuated with my body, and we've already had so many relations, so I don't care about this

one time. Tonight, I'll indulge myself again, as a form of revenge for him.

It's been a long time since I've properly thought about my relationship with my husband. After so much reflection today, and

after everything that's happened recently, I realize I've never really considered my husband's feelings. I think that

after satisfying my father-in-law again tonight, I should gradually sever this relationship with him, and make sure I don't

hurt him.

Although I'm infatuated with the feeling with my father-in-law, if I had to choose between my husband and me, I can only choose my

husband .

If I can't satisfy my sexual desires in the future, I'll buy a vibrator online. Of course, I can only keep it from

my husband to avoid making him feel inferior.

Tonight, I'll completely indulge myself and have a "farewell"

sexual journey with my father-in-law.

Having read this, the article is over. After reading this blog post, I finally understand the

whole .

I was so foolish to think I could hide it from Xiaoying, but I forgot that Xiaoying is a meticulous person.

You can hide something for a while, but not forever. Luckily, I had the foresight to prepare a necklace for Xiaoying

before one that was more expensive, prettier, and more upscale than the bracelet. I think Xiaoying

's last bit of resentment towards me will vanish.

Since Xiaoying already knows the truth, why don't I tell her tomorrow morning

? Telling her directly that I didn't buy the bracelet will actually increase her trust in me

, which will only benefit our relationship.

I've decided to tell her the truth about the bracelet tomorrow morning, even though it's a bit "despicable."

And then there's this: Xiaoying has decided to have sex with her father one last time tonight. She's prepared

to sever .

The moment I learned this, I felt a sense of relief, but not happiness; instead, I felt

a pang of disappointment.

Although I'm worried about losing Xiaoying, I know that worry is unnecessary. I should trust Xiaoying and

our relationship. No online vibrator can compare to the real vibrator of my father.

Both times it was penetration of Xiaoying's vagina, and her father had already penetrated her many times. Was he really going to give up like this?

Thinking about everything that had happened between her father and Xiaoying, he couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement. Whenever he thought about

their sexual encounters, his penis would involuntarily become erect, causing him both pain and pleasure.

And now his body had recovered; wasn't that partly due to the stimulation and influence of those events

? Sitting in front of the computer, I pondered. Should I really let Xiaoying and her father sever their relationship? I wanted them to both break it off and

maintain it. What should I choose? I think at this point, the choice was

no longer in my hands, but in the hands of Xiaoying and her father.

Was it really that easy to completely sever it? Initially, I was always afraid they

would break it off .

I kept secretly encouraging them, but after so many things had happened between Xiaoying and her father, I decided not to interfere this time

.

I would let them take their own course, whether they ultimately severed

their sexual relationship completely or eventually couldn't resist and resumed it, I would accept it calmly.

Since I chose to lead them down this path, I no longer need to help

or hinder them. Let nature take its course, and follow the will of Heaven.

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