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Upon noticing the unusual water glass, my brain went blank. "Something's wrong," was the first

three words that flashed through my mind. Luckily, I had installed a webcam; I could check the truth through video later.

Xiaoying, however, hesitated, refusing to sleep, while I was anxious to watch the video—it was truly a headache.

After a while, Xiaoying seemed unable to hold back any longer. Seeing me stop browsing the computer, she took my hand

and gently shook it, her eyes fixed on me tenderly. Although she hadn't spoken yet, I

understood a thousand words in her eyes.

"Honey, what's wrong with you today? Tell your wife, okay? Did I do something wrong?

Tell me, and I'll definitely change," Xiaoying finally spoke first.

"Nothing, I'm just inexplicably upset today. Maybe it's because there's been too much going on lately, too much pressure

," I replied faintly without turning around.

"What happened this morning won't happen again. I promise I'll get up on time every day to make you

breakfast . This morning was because I drank last night and overslept." Xiaoying explained

, her voice trailing off as she finished, perhaps out of guilt, and she finally lowered her head.

I knew the real reason in my heart: she and her father were too tired from making love last night. But

could I say it out loud and mock her?

"You go to sleep first, I'll sleep later." I didn't turn my head, and Xiaoying didn't see my eyes. I'm sure after

hearing Xiaoying's explanation, my eyes must have revealed contempt and distrust. But Xiaoying wasn't giving up.

She gently shook my hand, as if she wanted to ask me the real reason.

"You go to sleep first, I'll sleep later." Feeling Xiaoying's hand being constantly moved, I "ruthlessly" pulled

my hand away and gave Xiaoying the order again.

Today, Xiaoying seemed very afraid of me. When she saw me pull my hand away, her eyes reddened. She silently

turned climbed into bed, then lay down with her back to me. She was very quiet afterwards; I didn't know if

she was really asleep, but her shoulders would occasionally twitch. Although she tried her best to suppress her cries,

I could tell from her body language that she was crying, secretly crying with her back to me. A pang of heartache flashed through my heart.

But I knew that if I wanted to achieve my goal of completely severing Xiaoying's ambiguous relationship with her father, I couldn't be soft-hearted

now .

I didn't know what time Xiaoying would go to sleep, or if she would sleep at all that night. Unable to suppress my

curiosity, I recklessly turned on the home security camera. To prevent Xiaoying from suddenly

turning around to look at me, I could only open one monitor, and I shrunk the image, hiding it on the left side of the computer

screen. This gave me enough time to react and close it. Even if Xiaoying turned around and glanced at it

unexpectedly , she would probably think I was watching an online video.

I first turned on the video feed from our bedroom, freezing the timeline a few minutes before I went into the bathroom to shower.

I saw that after placing the water mixed with the aphrodisiac on the bedside table, I went to shower.

Shortly after , Xiaoying came out of the bedroom and soon returned with a glass of water—a matching couple's

glass, just with a different design. She placed the glass side-by-side with mine,

mine on the left and hers on the right.

After placing the glass, she lay down on the bed and started playing on her phone. Our bed was on the left side of the bedside table,

so my glass was closest to the bed. Xiaoying was on her phone, perhaps reading news, a novel, or maybe

browsing Taobao. After a while, she probably noticed the water was getting cold. Twenty minutes had passed since I

went into the bathroom. She stared intently at her phone screen, reaching for her glass with her left hand.

Because she wasn't looking at the glass and mine was closest to her, she grabbed mine without even

realizing it.

Watching Xiaoying sip my water, the water mixed with aphrodisiac, one sip at a time

, I realized how stupid I was. Why didn't I wait for the water to cool down before showering last night?

This whole mess happened without me even knowing. If I had seen her, I would have stopped her.

Under my watchful eye, Xiaoying slowly finished the water in the glass. My heart was

bleeding. I knew it was too late to stop her, since I was watching a video recording.

I knew Xiaoying wasn't drinking aphrodisiacs, but something that would temporarily corrupt her.

Seeing this, I finally understood why I felt the aphrodisiac hadn't worked last night. I hadn't actually

drunk aphrodisiac; I had just drunk a glass of plain water. I also understood why Xiaoying was so

sexually frustrated and frantic last night, even raping me once. The aphrodisiac hadn't worn off; my beloved

wife, Xiaoying, had drunk it, causing her to lose her sense of self and turn a lady into

a harlot. My father and I had both experienced the power of aphrodisiacs firsthand.

Seeing this, I felt a little better. At least it proved that Xiaoying's actions last night were due to

the aphrodisiac. Although the aphrodisiac wasn't the whole reason, it was definitely a factor. I continued

reading.

Xiaoying finished drinking her water and playing on her phone. She was about to take the water glass out. But just as she got

out of bed , she suddenly realized she had taken the wrong glass and drunk the wrong water. She paused for a moment, then

couldn't help but laugh. So what if she drank the wrong water? What's the big deal? It's her husband's glass; she wouldn't care. She

then took the glass and left the bedroom.

A little while later, I came out of the bathroom and went back to the bedroom. I didn't notice the difference in the glass and

drank the real water. Xiaoying didn't tell me. Well, it was a small matter; there

was no need for me to tell her. We're an old married couple; what's wrong with using each other's glasses?

I don't need to read what happened next. Under the influence of the drug, Xiaoying gave me a good "rape," making me feel...

Weak and exhausted, she had to feign death to escape unscathed.

I remember hearing something unusual about the water sound in the bathroom that day. I wondered what

had happened . I immediately turned off the video cameras in our bedroom and then opened the bathroom.

After I pretended to be asleep, Xiaoying went to shower, partly to wash away the traces of our lovemaking, and partly to quell her

rising desire.

In the bathroom, Xiaoying turned on the water heater and started showering. However, I noticed she

kept lowering the water temperature; perhaps she wanted it colder, or perhaps only cold water could sober her up

and gradually extinguish her lust. After showering, Xiaoying's condition hadn't improved. Her face was still

flushed, and her breathing remained uneven. After turning off the water, Xiaoying admired her figure in the mirror,

her perfectly proportioned body exposed to the bathroom light.

After admiring herself for a while, Xiaoying bit her lower lip, then reached for her

genitals and began to gently touch herself. She bit her lip and began to moan softly. Her eyes were slightly closed; it

was unclear what she was thinking—was she thinking about having sex with me or with her father? I

think it was more likely her father.

Gradually, Xiaoying probably felt that self-massage wasn't enough. She slightly parted her legs and slowly sat

on the toilet seat. She then inserted her slender index and middle fingers into her vagina and

began to mimic a man's movements, using her fingers instead of a penis.

Perhaps finger insertion was much more effective than self-massage; Xiaoying couldn't help but moan softly. Because she was biting her lower lip, she

kept emitting muffled groans and nasal sounds. Slowly, vaginal fluid flowed from Xiaoying's vagina, soaking her

fingers and trickling down her inner thighs, eventually forming a puddle

of glistening fluid on the bathroom floor.

But how can a woman's fingers compare to a man's penis? If every woman could satisfy herself with her

fingers , what would be the point of men? After moaning for a while, Xiaoying still hadn't reached orgasm, so she

stopped masturbating, her expression showing a hint of dissatisfaction and dejection. She stood up and

sighed . She stood there, lost in thought, her gaze shifting to one side of the bathroom wall, as if trying

to see something through it.

Looking at the direction Xiaoying was staring at in the video, I knew that the other side of that wall was her father's bedroom.

At this moment, Xiaoying truly thought of her father for the first time, realizing that perhaps only her father could

completely satisfy her sexual needs.

Xiaoying stared at that wall for a long time, then suddenly turned her head and began shaking it wildly. Her

beautiful hair was whipped around wildly, and she looked like a drug addict who had taken an overdose of ecstasy,

shaking her head incessantly. I knew she was trying to shake the image of her father out of her mind. After shaking for a

while, she stopped, bending over slightly and breathing heavily. The effects of the aphrodisiac were gradually increasing, and

her body was becoming increasingly sexually responsive. She tried her best to control her desires.

"Whoosh!" Xiaoying turned on the shower again. I saw that before turning it on, she had

lowered the water temperature to the lowest setting. The water was now completely cold, but compared to

the burning heat on her body, only the cold water seemed to offer some relief. Perhaps the cold water could truly extinguish her

burning desire. Xiaoying let the cold water flow over every corner of her body. Finally, she even used the showerhead

to vigorously rinse her vagina, hoping to completely eliminate the itching.

I've experienced this aphrodisiac myself; it definitely increases sexual desire. I just didn't expect it to work so well

on well. I originally thought this kind of aphrodisiac only worked on men. After rinsing

herself for a while, Xiaoying turned off the water. She dried herself while controlling her

breathing . The cold water made her feel more awake for a short time, but it didn't seem to be as effective as she'd hoped.

At this moment, I finally understood the strangeness in the bathroom that night. Why had Xiaoying stayed in the bathroom for so long,

and why had the water run twice? It turned out that during the interval between the two water sounds, Xiaoying had been masturbating.

After drying herself, Xiaoying opened the bathroom door. As she closed the door, she stood at

the doorway , her gaze involuntarily drifting towards her father's bedroom door. I knew that at this moment, she was already tempted, truly desiring

to enter her father's bedroom and make love to him. She bit her lip; she seemed not to have forgotten her

promise. She closed her eyes and forced herself to turn her head away. She seemed to still hold onto a last glimmer of hope.

She went back to the bedroom and nudged me, trying to wake me. But no matter what she did, I pretended to be asleep,

ultimately extinguishing her last hope and completely shifting her focus for the night to her father.

Finally, Xiaoying gave up on me. She knew I wouldn't wake up again tonight, and she was also certain I was

fast asleep . She could then confidently go to her father's bedroom. Due to a series of unfortunate events—taking the wrong aphrodisiac, my

feigned sleep subtly instigating things, and Xiaoying's unresolved sexual desires—the rest of last night's events unfolded. After reading this, I don't know how I feel. If I only blame Xiaoying and my father, am I being too

selfish? Actually, wasn't I the one playing a crucial role from beginning to end? To

turn around and blame others now seems irresponsible and spineless.

I must take responsibility. In truth, I deserve it; how can I

blame Xiaoying? As for my father, I don't want to hurt him. After all, he raised me. Besides, compared to

Xiaoying, I blame my father less. Compared to Xiaoying, he's too simple-minded,

lacks resolve, and is a widowed old man with unresolved sexual desires. If my father, as

a man, could remain unmoved after all this, it would seem too immoral.

Are there really men in the world who are physiologically normal and remain unmoved by the allure of a stunningly beautiful woman? Even

if there are, they would be exceptional men, and of course, my father is certainly not one of those rare exceptions.

Besides, I owe my father far too much. I can punish my wife, but can I punish my

father? Filial piety comes first, and this is what I initially wanted. What right do I have to blame

the father I've wronged my entire life? Although I harbor some resentment towards my father, I absolutely do not hate him. Even if I wanted to, I

couldn't. Facing my father, I will always feel indebted, perhaps because my mother passed away so early

.

After watching the video, the resentment in my heart has lessened considerably. My previously hardened heart has

softened . This doesn't represent cowardice, but rather the responsibility and accountability that a person should have. The responsibility doesn't lie entirely with Xiaoying

. As for why my father agreed to have a relationship with Xiaoying while I was home, perhaps there was some special

reason . I can only find the answer in the surveillance footage from that night.

Thinking back on my thoughts and feelings these past few days, what I'm really afraid of is the situation

spiraling out of control . Hearing Xiaoying and my father making love for the first time instilled fear in me, making me

afraid that everything would slip out of my control and Xiaoying would eventually leave me.

The "warning shot" has already worked; if I continue like this, this family might truly

fall apart .

And in the next few days, without me saying anything, my father will definitely notice the coldness in my relationship with Xiaoying.

If he notices something amiss, he'll definitely start overthinking, wondering if our affair has

been exposed.

After all, people with guilty consciences tend to think about what they fear most being exposed.

So, although my current approach is somewhat extreme, it's the only way I can think of right now: by not

confronting my father and Xiaoying

,

I can achieve the same deterrent effect, making them completely afraid and restrained, and ensuring they'll never know whether I know or not. It achieves the same deterrent effect without a confrontation, but without the chaos and

uncontrollable family dynamic that would follow.

This way, I can keep the current situation under control.

Having figured all this out, I glanced at Xiaoying, who had calmed down. I didn't know if she was

asleep , but knowing her as I did, she certainly wasn't, given the immense emotional shock she'd endured

.

She was frightened and helpless because of my sudden outburst, and too ashamed to

confront me directly. This was the first time I'd seen Xiaoying so vulnerable.

However, seeing this also brought a sliver of comfort; the more heartbroken Xiaoying was, the more she

cared for me, her husband.

Having learned about Xiaoying's accidental ingestion of aphrodisiacs and her masturbation in the bathroom, the next step was to watch Xiaoying and her father make love

.

I hovered the mouse over the computer screen, wanting to access the surveillance footage of my father's bedroom,

but I hesitated. Not for any other reason than my changed mindset.

I was afraid I wouldn't be able to handle seeing that

scene , would I suddenly lose control of my emotions? Would I impulsively do something I'd regret?

Would I let things spiral out of control? Because I've been feeling down and

depressed last night and today, I have absolutely no sex drive.

If I watched the video of my father and Xiaoying having sex when I was actually feeling sexually aroused, it would create

a bittersweet experience , a kind of "neutralizing"

effect.

But when someone is sad and has no interest in anything, can they still feel sexually aroused

? I think most men in reality would feel that way.

I turned to look at Xiaoying. If she wasn't asleep,

would she notice if I turned on the video of her and her father having sex? Even though I was wearing headphones, in this quiet room,

the sounds coming through the headphones—like her moans and the sounds of their bodies colliding—would all be audible

. If Xiaoying wasn't asleep, and heard those familiar, faint

sounds , would she immediately jump out of bed, terrified, and then, ashamed to face anyone, jump off the building

to commit suicide? Just now, while watching Xiaoying accidentally drink the sex drug and masturbate in the bathroom, I turned the monitor's volume down to

the lowest setting. After all, in the scenes of Xiaoying accidentally drinking the sex drug and masturbating in the bathroom, there was no dialogue, only faint moans,

so there was no need for me to hear the monitor's sound clearly. However, the monitoring of Xiaoying and her father's sex scene is different.

Watching the process of their sex is important, but their dialogue is even more crucial. If I were to watch a

silent sex drama later, wouldn't I become even more anxious? After thinking it over, I decided that I couldn't take the risk tonight

. I would wait until my mood improved, when I felt I could handle it, and when conditions allowed, before I would unravel

the mystery of Xiaoying and her father's sex in the bedroom last night.

I shut down the computer. Although my thirst for knowledge made me a little unwilling, I also secretly

breathed a sigh of relief, as if I had dodged a major disaster, making me feel incredibly relaxed.

Lying in bed, I turned my head and looked out the window at the twinkling stars in the night sky. But at that moment, the twinkling

stars didn't evoke the bright and vibrant positive images in my mind. I seemed to see those stars turn into countless

sperm, so many that I couldn't count them all. From this, I imagined the countless semen my father had ejaculated into Xiaoying's vagina and

uterus Although Xiaoying would wash it away afterward, countless amounts remained in

her uterus, waiting for the eggs secreted by her ovaries. Although the contraceptive ring prevented them

from meeting, their longing for each other, separated by the ring, could not be stopped.

When people are negative, everything they see tends to be negative.

I closed my eyes, no longer looking at the stars, which seemed like a huge irony to me

.

With my eyes closed, I tried to find a sliver of sleepiness in my mind, and finally, after what felt like an eternity,

I slowly drifted off to sleep.

I'm not a heavy sleeper to begin with, and with so many thoughts running through my mind that night, I was practically half-asleep

.

Shortly after I fell asleep, I felt my mattress shake slightly. In my hazy state, I clearly heard

a sound; it must have been Xiaoying moving beside me.

After a few slight shakes, I heard sparse sounds beside me, but no one got out of bed to

put on shoes , and no door opened.

Although something seemed off, I felt that Xiaoying wouldn't take advantage of me while I was asleep to have sex with my father again. After all,

today's lesson for Xiaoying was quite profound; she didn't have that kind of guts. If

she dared to go to my father's room while I was asleep tonight, then she would truly be beyond redemption.

Although I was convinced, I still squinted my eyes in the dim light of the night. I

saw Xiaoying had sat up, then curled up her knees, sometimes burying her face in them, sometimes

turning to look at me, her face showing deep fatigue and exhaustion.

She really hadn't fallen asleep. Luckily, I hadn't impulsively turned on the computer tonight for a video call.

After observing Xiaoying for a while, I drifted off to sleep. I don't know

how long Xiaoying had been sitting with her knees curled up that night.

When I woke up, it was already the next morning. I opened my eyes, and Xiaoying was no longer beside me. I heard clattering sounds coming from

the living room ; Xiaoying had gotten up early to prepare breakfast. After what happened yesterday, she

had learned her lesson today. Would her change begin today? I groggily got out of bed, changed my clothes, and then

left the bedroom.

Xiaoying saw me immediately, and after a brief eye contact, she quickly lowered her head and looked away.

Xiaoying's face was pale. Although her hair had been washed, it lacked its usual smoothness and shine.

Even couldn't hide her bloodshot eyes and haggard appearance.

This was the first time I'd seen Xiaoying so disheveled since our marriage.

"Get up, wash up and eat,"

Xiaoying's voice was incredibly gentle, but I still noticed the slight

hoarseness .

"Did I go a little too far?"

I kept asking myself, my cold heart seemingly beginning to melt.

But thinking of my purpose, I forced myself to accept it; a short, sharp pain was better than a long,

drawn-out one, and time would change everything.

I softly hummed

in agreement and went to the bathroom to wash up. I found my toothpaste already squeezed out and my toothbrush

cup filled with water. Xiaoying must have done it.

This was the first time ever. A feeling of warmth washed over me. Let me see what changes my beloved Xiaoying will undergo

in the future.

My father got up early this morning as well. We ate breakfast at the table. He had noticed our unusual behavior last night

.

He tried to start a conversation, but Xiaoying and I only made half-hearted responses. Eventually, feeling

awkward , he just ate his breakfast quietly, glancing at me and then at Xiaoying occasionally.

Xiaoying looked terribly haggard today, and I had been wearing a deadpan expression the whole time. My father felt guilty, and

perhaps thinking back to the night before last, his expression became unnatural, his subtle expressions constantly shifting.

Because Xiaoying and I had hastily finished dinner last night and gone to our bedroom to have a cold war, he

was sure if something had happened between us. This morning, he finally realized that

something must have happened between Xiaoying and me.

My father ate breakfast absentmindedly, and even his hand holding the milk began to tremble, spilling some

.

Breakfast ended with all three of us preoccupied with their own thoughts.

Walking to the company, my mind was racing. The plan to "make an example of someone" had been successfully

implemented , but I didn't know how effective it would be. I hoped things would turn out well and that no

unexpected problems would arise. Although it had shaken Xiaoying and her father, I hoped the damage to them

wouldn't be too severe.

After a busy day, I decided not to go home tonight. At work, I could find some peace and quiet

and review the security footage to try and find the real answer to what happened that night.

When it was time to leave work, I called my father to tell him I was working overtime and wouldn't be home.

After hanging up, I waited for everyone to leave, for me to be the

only one left in the company. Since I wouldn't be home tonight, perhaps Xiaoying and her father would discuss something.

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