Always thought it was just a fantasy for her, but she really came into my life.
She was indeed a beautiful woman, and although she was thirty-three, she radiated seduction that was going to tell me to bite her.
Usually I only said hi to her when I met her, and although I would fantasize about it a lot afterward, that continued until I graduated from college.
I work for an investment firm and often don’t get off work until 7 or 8pm, so I often order an omelet rice for dinner at a Japanese restaurant near my office.
Of course, this dining tube is also a place where I often bring my online friends for dinner, where I can’t remember how many sweet words I’ve said. I have a special affection for this restaurant.
But last Tuesday, the night before the APEC traffic control for a long vacation, I was surprised to meet her here, her curly hair, her body, surprisingly so moving here.
I can’t believe I forgot to greet her for a moment!
She saw me, too, and ran straight toward me with that smile of hers that had mesmerized me for six years.
She came to buy clothes, we ate and chatted, she kept asking me if the clothes looked good, because she said women’s clothes are always worn for men to see. To be honest, I don’t know if her clothes are good, because her clothes are very revealing, not a few pieces of cloth, I can even see her red nipples in her bra when she looks down to eat, although not very clearly see, also although not quite dare to look at a person so familiar with, but it does stimulate my desire for her. It was also strange that a woman in her thirties had red nipples!
I got a hard-on down there!
It was the first time we talked so much, and I say so much because it was the first time we talked so much about anything other than family stuff, and I realized that she didn’t like much of anything different from people our age, and that she liked to go bouncing after work too, except that I liked to go to “True Love” and she liked to go to “Roger.”
I made a joke at the time, said today we go dancing well, your husband will not control you right. She even said yes, said tonight to go ah, because her husband went to Hong Kong, to a week before coming back, just left today, she just sent her husband back to the airport to Huaihai Road to buy clothes.
We sat at the Xintiandi open-air bar until 10:30, when she said she wanted to check out True Love. By the time we got there, it was already half past eleven.
It happened to be the most crowded time, it was very crowded, I told her to have something to drink first, she said beer, in fact, I can’t drink, but she said beer, I don’t drink, it’s a little hard to say, so I ordered four bottles.
I could already feel my face reddening because I was so hot, and finally she couldn’t resist going to the dance, she said she couldn’t stand it, no matter how many people were there, so she pulled me in and squeezed me in, and for the first time, I was held by her hand, and I touched her arm, and it was so soft, and it was so warm. I was very desirous.
To be honest, I really like this place, “True Love”, because the women here are really beautiful, for a long time, I came here to see women. What she was wearing today really suited the atmosphere here, tight, low-cut, very voluptuous, but she was already a very voluptuous woman.
She started dancing a head-bobbing dance in front of me, with her eyes closed, swinging her long hair in a very rhythmic way. I was surprised that at her age she liked to do the head-bobbing dance, which I had always thought to be the preserve of active girls, and even more surprised that when she bobbed her head, her bosoms swayed more rhythmically than her hair. Not only did I take a step closer to her, I don’t know why, but maybe I wanted to touch her seductive thing without realizing it.
She shook really crazy, almost crazy, I sometimes also dance this kind of dance, but I jump at most five minutes, I really can not stand that kind of vertigo feeling, but she even jumped a half, suddenly haha laugh and hugged me, I was really shocked by her, she laughed madly, she jumped immobile, asked me to help her for a while. I hugged her, a little spoiled feeling, I’m not not hugging a woman, just she is really very special to me, not love her, is another kind of feeling, in high school, I even think she is kind of my elders category, but today in this kind of occasions, I can actually hold her so fully, her smell is very let me dizzy, my shoulders fully squeezed to her left breast, feel soft a large area. Warm, and it felt like I wanted to bite it, but she was my neighbor, not my little sister on the internet!
So I hugged her and found a seat at the bar.
She leaned on my shoulder for a while, feeling sober, so while mocking me so young is not as good as her, and at the same time ordered two bottles of JAZZ, said it is thirsty, perhaps I think too much about her sexual fantasy sake, I actually do not know what to say for a moment! Just in time to see a body CLASS1 early twenties girl in the bargaining with the foreigners, one said to two thousand, a self-proclaimed Chinese said the most one thousand five. They spoke very loudly, probably the girl thought that the English, other Chinese people do not understand, and the other thought to their companions to hear can prove that they are a Chinese.
I couldn’t help but laugh at her about those two guys, saying that a chicken is a chicken, no matter how beautiful, no matter how high the grade she is still a chicken. She laughed and said yes, said you men like ah, as long as there are two thousand dollars, you can play this walk on the street in general men can only look at more than two eyes of the girl, I said I no longer how horny, will not go to touch the chicken, not to say that she is dirty, not the water to say that she is bitchy, but to say that they will look down on themselves, I don’t believe that I have to fall to the point that want to go to the chicken to think about the woman. She surprisingly think that I think this is very thoughtful, asked me to think of women how to do, maybe it is the reason that we have a few more drinks, my neighbor and I will be able to talk about this topic. I said I think women I will go to get a one-night stand will not go to the chicken, I do not know whether she was enlightened or feel and neighbor little brother to discuss this topic is not very appropriate, she was stunned for a moment, did not go deeper on this topic.
So we pushed our way back into the crowd and danced.
The music was good, it was the high of one of my favorites, I was dancing with excitement, she was maybe not a big dancer of this kind, she was a little out of rhythm, I don’t know where the urge came from, I hugged her at once, my hands were on her hips, my boobs pressed against her chest, and led her in this dance with a very slow and too heavy tempo, I saw a flicker of surprise in her eyes that made me back off, but right away she replaced it with pandering, so I pressed into her tighter and more rhythmically, and I could tell she was dancing with a lot of love because she used her hands on my ass, and then I even felt our little bellies rubbing together, her fingers on fire as she gently kneaded my ass to the rhythm!
At 1:30 we decided to go home, but the atmosphere between us was noticeably different to when we first arrived, as she had said noticeably less since we had been dancing after that dance. I wanted to say something, but nothing came out. We hailed a cab that was at the entrance and the driver was surprisingly enthusiastic about introducing us to the hotel. I was not surprised by the driver’s enthusiasm, but after all, it was to me and my neighbor, I could not help but feel a touch of embarrassment, I said to go to Hongkou Guangling Road and then did not say anything, she did not say anything, and all the way did not talk much, I think the atmosphere is not very good. In almost to the home, I asked the driver to stop, I paid the money, said to her that I feel a little stuffy just now in the inside, air, she smiled and nodded, in fact, she also knows that, afraid of being seen by acquaintances is not very good.
As I walked up to the house, the light was on in her house, the very lovely orange wall sconce that she had in her house, a light that I found tantalizing. I was not only fantasizing again. But what could I do about it?
Open the door gently into the living room, for fear of waking up the parents, turn on the wall lamp, found a note on the dining room table, a look at the parents left, they said the long vacation to travel to Huangshan.
Thinking about it my parents really wanted to be like kids, childish, fun-loving, and into impromptu decisions.
I wonder what I’ve been doing the last few days.
After washing the morning photo, turn on the TV, playing the cable channel’s “Bridge Dreams”, just the hero and heroine in the kitchen kissing, and then fell on the bed, this TV I have seen, I have also read the book. I’ve seen this TV show, and I’ve also read the book. I’ve always felt that it’s not interesting because it doesn’t match with my life at all, but I was so excited to see it, more excited than I usually am when I secretly watch pornography, not only did I pull my hand away from my pants, but I also took a look at my unconscious brother, which was red and erect, and unruly.
I heard her putting on her slippers next door again, and it was so hard that I suddenly had the idea to call and talk to her.
Looked at the phone for a good half day, always feel that today is already very ridiculous, really really can not take the courage to carry the phone, the old man and woman in the TV is still kissing, very involved in the look, her slippers sound vaguely audible, the light feels dim, the crotch of the guy is still angry look.
I still that phone dialed her home number, because I always feel that men want to do something, think about going to do, think more rather than good. She received my call, did not feel very surprised, just asked me how I still do not sleep? I said I just finished taking pictures and felt very awake. I asked her how not to sleep, she said she felt a little hungry, in the get something to eat, I smoothly pick up and said, I am also starving, said mom and dad are not at home today, the home nothing to eat.
She said come over to my house and have some, but then seemed to think she said something wrong. I was flabbergasted and said yes.
I’m really hungry. I ate an omelet at seven o’clock. I can’t dance and jump around until two o’clock in the morning.
Her home is right across the door, I casually set a pair of pants, went over, out of my door, I always feel that tonight may happen something, she opened the door with a smile, I want to be a thief like flashing in, that is, to her home, talking is also less than normal a few decibels, for fear of being heard by anyone, in fact, this floor, this night, only the two of us. Her home I’m not the first time to go, she also has a Jinba dog, I hate that thing, but the dog is actually quite good to me, every time I come back, if it is seen, it will be in her door frame wagging its head and tail to greet me, more than to see her husband is still happy, and sometimes even jump out to lick my feet, but I hate dogs, every time it is always kicked away by me. The dog was probably tired today, and lay on the floor with his eyes half open, sleeping.
She laughed and told me to sit down for a while, that it would be ready in a minute, and asked me if I would like to eat this and that, while her back was turned to me. I sat behind her and watched her admiringly, she had just taken a shower, her hair was wet and shiny, and smelled like a mixture of Sassoon and her flesh, she wore a wide men’s sweatshirt, a very casual look, probably she was going to wear it to bed, and underneath she wore a white sari skirt that just showed a section of her thighs, you could see the rest of the thighs but not her panties, and I couldn’t see them because they were covered by the side of her big sweatshirt. Because it was covered by the side of her large sweatshirt, which gave me the urge to lift her sweatshirt up. Her legs are very nice, white, calf belly is very plump, I think there should be very elastic, thighs can vaguely see the thigh muscle traces, but not very revealing, feet wear is recently more popular can wear on the heel of the slippers, I used to hate women wear such shoes, because I think this kind of shoes is for lazy women to wear, but she wears very nice, because her feet are very white, slippers heel is also Quite high, her good-looking feet were prominently presented in front of my eyes, and when she walked, her heel and the top of her shoe came together, I was surprisingly excited about her feet, and wanted to have my thing shoved in the bottom of her foot for her to step on it like that, and thinking like that, my thin pants swelled up.
I realized this when she turned around, which embarrassed me a little, and I remembered when I was in junior high school playing at the water park and seeing so many girls in their swimsuits that they could only crouch in the water and were too afraid to come out.
Fortunately, I was sitting down, so I couldn’t really tell if I wasn’t paying attention. She fried some pumpkin pancakes for me, washed down some cereal with milk and handed it to me, she only ate some apples, I said how can you eat apples when you’re hungry, she said she’s used to it, she wasn’t very good at eating at night, but today she was really hungry.
I asked her how to play today, she said she was very happy, and go back later. Said open the TV, the TV is still playing that red apricot wall, she said she liked to watch this movie, watched it many times, she felt that the woman is very happy, maybe she followed the photo walk instead of feeling what will happen? I said why? She said that if that woman had that one week, she would have that week in her heart all her life, and could remember it happily at any time. If she followed the old man who was afraid of taking pictures, do you think she would be as happy as they were in that week together all her life? Her thoughts are strange to me. Maybe women’s brains are structured differently than men’s.
When I watched her say it, I felt that there was something strange in her eyes, I felt that she didn’t say it instantly with feeling, she had these words in her heart for a long time, and I clearly saw longing in the strange eyes, but of course, her longing might not be me at all. Of course, her desire may not be me at all, because I think I can’t do like that dead old man on TV so charming. Perhaps inspired by the look in her eyes, I surprisingly no longer feel embarrassed about my bulging bottom, and the idea of manifesting it actually arose in my mind, and I stood up, pretending to wash my hands that had been sticky with grease from eating the pumpkin pie, and I saw her slightly surprised look, because my dick was heroically pressed against the crotch of my pants. The lights in her kitchen were dim because she had turned off the headlights after making the pumpkin pie, and the dim light made me cozy and felt like I could hide so much away, and I was washing my hands but didn’t have any soap, so I asked her for soap.
She stooped down to get me the “Shubojia” in the cabinet under the sink, probably because the soap ran out, she still kept the stooped position in the unwrapping of the large packet of “Shubojia”, her head leaned against my small tent is very close to the hair and body emitting a mixture of tantalizing smell, the wide sweatshirt collar is also very wide, pink neck, through the red earlobes, a deep cleavage, black lace bra, just to cover the two red nipples, a deep cleavage. Wide sweatshirt collar is also very wide, pink neck, through the red earlobes, a deep cleavage, black lace bra, just cover the two red nipples, her plump ass pouting, thighs by her position is very tight, rich in elasticity of the appearance. I feel I can’t help it, I gently swayed my body, intentionally or unintentionally with my that rushed in front of the guy, touching her hair, the first time, she didn’t care, she was about to unwrap the package of soap, the second, the third time she touched her, she stopped, slowly lifted her head, in fact, I think I was then I should be afraid, but I didn’t, I used my eyes to look straight at her, the body is still kept swaying! I was told by several people in the restaurant that my eyes were discharging, I didn’t know it, but I think my eyes might have discharged at that time, because I felt her eyes gradually becoming mesmerized, I went up and hugged her and started kissing the roots of her hair with my lips!
I put my hand on her breast, my lips in her hair, I nibbled on her red earlobe, I thought she would resist, but she didn’t, she just tried to push my hand away from her breast, but the result was that she squeezed my hand even harder on her breast, my hand sank into it, because it was really big, and I felt the nipple, and I started to rub my palm against it, my fingers tucking in and out to feel its softness, and a “giggle” came from her throat, and she hugged me even tighter, so tight that I couldn’t let go of my hand on her breast. Her throat made a “giggling” sound, and she hugged me even tighter, so tight that I couldn’t even put my hands on her breasts. I withdrew my hand, lifted up the wide sweatshirt that had been making my heart beat, and ran it up her back, which was smooth and textured, like the feel of good Yixing zisha, only warmer. feel, only warmer and softer than it. I began to kiss her neck and neck, snow-white skin that smelled like milk, the skin on her neck was so soft I could slurp it up with my mouth, suck it into my mouth, and taste it slowly with my tongue.
Her arms fidgeted on my chest, not sure what she was trying to do, like she was struggling, like she was trying to wrap her arms around me, her eyes were closed and her head was tilted back, giving me a lot of room to kiss her neck, but her hands did get in the way of my movements, and I drew my arms out of her sweatshirt and wrapped them around her tightly, while my lips became more frantic, a desire for conquest burned through me, and her arms were straightened and Fixed on my chest, her arms crossed and fell on my crotch, I bit the nipple of her left breast through her shirt and felt a hard sensation, but it was very unclear, but she had begun to moan, and I felt her movements, her hand began to try to hold my gimlet through my pants, but couldn’t manage to do so, because they were too slippery, which caused me to push up slightly. She was probably stimulated by this and she started kissing my ear with her mouth, shoving her hot tongue into my ear hole and I got a fluttery feeling.
With our clothes in the way, we all became more aroused and began to go wild.
Her room was next door to the kitchen, and the dog was still crouching in the doorway of the room, and I tried to pick her up across the room, but she was nearly 170 and plump, and I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to hold her. I let go of her, she withdrew her hand, and I realized that the zipper on my pants had been pulled away from her without me only realizing it. I took her hand and gestured for her to go to the bed, she was very obedient, I have never been to their family room, usually just in their living room to look inside, today I want to be like the master, took her hand, sat down on the edge of her bed, tilted over and kissed her lips, her lips are very thick, she catered to her tongue, I did not dare to suck it very hard for fear of hurting her, I just raked around her tongue, sucking the saliva that came out from the bottom of her tongue. The saliva that came out from under her tongue was so soft under her tongue, it was the warmest part of her mouth, I couldn’t help but lick it a few more times, I wrapped my tongue around hers, and she was probably so cozy that she started to play with my dick underneath. This caused the warp on my entire dick to explode and I began to undress her.
Her clothes are easy to take off, her skirt is also easy, her body is really white, even a bit of red, she is really a well-maintained woman, I even have a kind of jealousy, human nature is really very complicated, I used to watch the “Paradise Lost”, they chose to die in the highest climax, the most happy and the most painful related so closely, just like I see such an impeccable body, I think of destruction and ravishment, of course, this is just a feeling. The most pleasure and the most pain are so closely related, just like when I saw such an impeccable body, I thought of destroying and ravaging it, but of course it was just a feeling.
When I took off her clothes, she had already removed half of my pants, I straightened up and removed my t-shirt, saw that she was smiling slightly towards me, this smile, I do not know what she really means, maybe in laughing at herself, I also smiled, removed half of the pants, she rolled over, backhanded unlocked the bra, legs curled up and pulled down the red panties, but did not turn around, may be embarrassed, right? I feel that this feeling is very wonderful, I know that in a few minutes in their bed, and will sound the voice that I have heard for years, just change the male protagonist;
She had her legs curled up with her back to me, her snow white ass waiting for me like a cute face; a gray-black slit in the middle of her ass leading all the way to like the other side that I couldn’t see; the stupid dog at the doorway of the room looking at us with its big eyes open and its tongue out, and all of this, all of this, was making me feel very stimulated but I wanted to take my time and enjoy the stimulation as I began to rub my foot back and forth on the center of her snowy white, pink, feet, her ankles.
She was enjoying the teasing, her mouth giggling and her two feet responding, trying to clamp down on mine. Surprisingly, she ended up pinning them, and could have broken free, but I didn’t want to, and I leaned in with my body, my breasts pressed against her back, and she started to shiver slightly, and I looped my hands over and kneaded her huge breasts, my fingers tweaking her nipples gently, and it was very real, and she was obviously finding it comforting, because she started to moan lowly, as that Australian red sausage of mine dragged back and forth across her ass , occasionally touching that crack and she would always moan heavily, her hands holding mine and rubbing them together on her breasts, my movements were getting louder and louder, my breasts, my belly, I wanted to rub every inch of my skin against her, my dick had begun to twitch aimlessly in that crack, and her grunts were getting louder and louder, and I felt my meridians starting to ripple with soreness all over me, wanting to find a release.
She couldn’t help but start writhing her body, it was obvious that she wanted to increase the friction on her ass, which made me pound even more, she screamed and finally couldn’t help but roll over onto her back, wrapping me in a deadly embrace, it was comfortable to lie on her breasts, maybe comfortable shouldn’t be the right word to express it, hot, and you could see the shape of them after they were squeezed, and instead of kissing her on the mouth I just bit down on her nipple and took it in my mouth, wrapping it with my tongue curled around it, my mouth wanting to completely swallow her whole breast in one mouthful, but in vain, knowing it was impossible, still struggling to open her mouth to contain it again and again, which made her start to convulse in pain, holding my head in a death grip, trying to push it away, pushing it halfway, and then re-pressing it back into her warm forehead, she started to rub her other breast against my ear, which I think she was enjoying, and I slid my hand down to her stomach, gently picking at her navel, and she was overwhelmed as she gripped my red-hot steel rod hard with the inside of her snow-white, soft thighs that looked like the piece of flesh under a fish’s belly.
We both started to squirm and it became more and more rhythmic, my thing was actually quite wet but it was all coated on her thighs and she started to probe her hand and caress the big parcel underneath my thing, it felt soft to her and she rubbed it there but I was scared, afraid that if she got excited she’d break the two little cherry pills inside, but it felt really good, as if the steel rod felt grounded back there as it lurched forward the look of it. My hand fumbled and explored her bottom, it was really a watery gully, very hot, hotter than anything on her body, pinched a piece of outer labia with my fingers, slippery and hot, twisting and plucking between my fingers in a fine manner, which made her whole buttocks wriggle non-stop, and I was very excited, as if I had learned how to make it four to a thousand pounds, so that I got it for a while, and I put my fingers in, it felt very tender and smooth like, and I I have been very careful to pick up, afraid of nails hurt her, inside is very hot, I actually associated with the warm blanket in winter. She didn’t do anything, just kept moaning in a staccato manner, indeed, she couldn’t do anything but enjoy it.
Fingers all the way up, touched a piece of hard things, her moans so loud that I was afraid, probably the uterus, she was really stimulated, let go of kneading my dick below the big bag, make a strong grip on my steel rod, make a strong up and down circle, I was her such a play, even I can not help but scream, look back at a moment, there are veins out of the roots of the ripples in the palms of her hands a deflated a storm by her ravage, I finally can not stand it, move upward body, so that the steel cannon placed in her due to wet and reddish pussy lips door, I began to top there, every hit, in the glans there is always a crunchy feeling, was a handful of her grabbed, stuffed inside her, the mouth said vaguely go in and go in.
My thing is getting really hard, so hard it’s starting to curve upward. I think I’m going in.
I would have liked to rush to the end, I think any man at this time action is similar, just I was her femoral pelvic frame, surprisingly did not feel the end, the bones under the belly was actually hit vaguely raw pain, she also felt a hint of surprise, because I slowed down because of the pain, she seemed to feel embarrassed, opened her eyes and said or sit on me. I gladly accepted this position, which I privately consider to be one of the most classic lovemaking positions, just for men of course. She cloaked herself and rolled up onto the small of my back, her hand went around behind her, puckered her ass, picked up my thing and slowly felt it move to her hole and said come on. My thrust, and the release of her ass were almost simultaneous, and she and I both yelped at the same time, my glans slamming hard against the wall of her womb, when I heard the stupid dog running away, probably startled by my yelp and hers.
I began to jerk, each time to hit her hard uterine wall, for me, the most exciting is this kind of impact, rather than looking forward to from the inside of the friction, because she is too slippery inside, the friction is too small, the up and down of her buttocks, my up and down jerking is very cooperative, and gradually very rhythmic, I think at this time if there is the high music with the cooperation, then it would be even more erotic. I appreciate her, long messy hair hanging in front of her chest, full breasts with her ass rhythmic fluctuations, I can not help but reach out to hold them, savor, her waist and hips in the light presents a sexy perfect curve, snow-white skin because of the excitement of a lot of tiny beads of sweat oozing out. The belly was squirming, and I was excited because there was a part of me inside the belly.
That’s it for now, I’ve been writing on and off all day and my arms are killing me.
It’s not very revealing, I hope you like it. (END)|||This is not revealing. It’s also beautiful with some romantic lovemaking.
That year, my husband and I had just finalized our relationship, and he took me back to his hometown in Gansu to meet his parents, and the two old men were very satisfied with me as their future daughter-in-law.
After a few days, my husband took me to see his classmates again. It is natural to drink when classmates get together. I drank a little and felt dizzy, so I retired early, ready to come back and take a nap.
Walking to the yard, seeing the door of the room was hidden, I pushed the door without thinking, one foot just stepped in, the scene in front of me surprised me.
My mother-in-law was half-naked, her hands tied behind her back with twine. Her father-in-law was straddling her, groping her breasts with one hand and reaching into her vagina with the other. Granny’s eyes were slightly closed and she was humming softly, looking like she was enjoying herself.
I was stupid, the brain is blank, stunned to stay there. Just a few seconds, I slowed down, turned my head and ran out, heart like a rabbit like thumping, face red hot ……
I don’t know how my father-in-law got into this kind of fetish. Maybe it has something to do with his work as a public security officer guarding prisoners.
For whatever reason, for a long time anyway, this flirting style of my in-laws kept coming back to me. Though I found it odd, there was a hint of a very exciting and strange feeling that sprang up inside me.
After marriage, I had hinted that my husband could flirt a little like that, but he didn’t feel that way at all, so I had to stop.
Eight years have passed since then, my husband, who graduated from the military academy, has become a staff officer in the army, and our son has gone to school, so our life is uneventful, but we are living a solid life. The only thing we can’t worry about is our father-in-law who is far away from home.
Two years ago, when my mother-in-law passed away, we asked my father-in-law to move in with us so that we could take care of him, but at first he refused.
First, it is difficult to leave the homeland, a change of environment for fear that life is not accustomed to; secondly, my mother-in-law has just died, my father-in-law is not in a good mood; thirdly, he is afraid that he can not get along with me, although he did not explicitly say so, but I can see that this is the main reason why he refused to come.
In order to allay his concerns, my husband and I, who had gone home to visit his family, went to the door together to do some work. Seeing that we were sincere, my father-in-law agreed.
To say the least, my father-in-law is very easy-going, a very good person to get along with, and a man who can’t be bothered. Since his arrival, he has been the one who picks up and drops off the kids at school, saving me a lot of trouble.
On weekdays, a family of four, the young and the old, three generations, their happy life makes the ordinary family more popular and laughter, my father-in-law is satisfied, my husband is satisfied, and I am also satisfied.
Happy times always feel like they pass quickly, a month’s family visit vacation is here, and my husband is going back to the army. The first night before leaving, my husband stripped me naked, riding on me, wantonly ravaged my body, said to make up for the year’s deficit.
I looked at him with interest and said, “OK, make it all night if you can and don’t stop.”
My husband did it twice in a row and was so exhausted that he lay on top of me and didn’t move. I laughed at him and said, “That’s not good enough? Get up and do it again if you can.”
My husband grabbed my nipples and said viciously, “You vixen, you want to empty your husband.”
The next morning, taking the public send the children to school in the air, my husband and came to energy, in the living room sofa stripped my shirt, in my half-naked body and touch and pinch, and kiss and lick, but also joked that I’m a slutty fox-like handsome wife left at home so that he did not feel at ease.
I said there is a father at home, what is not to worry about. Just as we were fooling around, my father-in-law walked in, saw us flirting, coughed awkwardly, and hurriedly went out again.
In the first few days after my husband left, I didn’t feel any different at first, but as time went on, it became a bit unnatural. Especially when the children were asleep and it was late at night, my father-in-law and I felt both lonely and embarrassed.
My father-in-law sleeps late and likes to watch TV. I am also a “night owl” and like to watch TV. When my husband was there, the family was laughing and joking. But now it’s just me and my father-in-law, sitting on the sofa, staring at the TV and not having much to say.
My father-in-law was a bit fidgety, and for several days he went into the bedroom and didn’t come out, or waited for me to go to bed and then came out to watch TV. When I saw my father-in-law like this, I had to let him watch TV.
People say, “Old boy, old boy, there are some things that people can’t understand when they are old, so just go along with it.
As we enter April, the days are getting warmer. I dress simply at home, basically a shredded tank top and boxer briefs, and mostly not even a bra because I’m too strung out.
When my husband was at home, I was often in this outfit, swaying over and over, and I didn’t find it inconvenient to be in front of my father-in-law. When my husband is away, I find that my father-in-law sometimes looks at me in the wrong way.
Especially sweeping over and over my ample breasts and bare thighs, the look made me feel my heart tighten.
One night, when I woke up, I heard loud noises coming from the living room. When I came out, my father-in-law was masturbating with his naked bottom, while the TV was showing a bound woman being abused by a man.
My father-in-law froze when he saw me, then grabbed his clothes and ran into the bedroom. At that time, it made my face red, as if I was spying on other people having sex as shameful.
The next morning, I made breakfast as usual and called my father-in-law to get up and eat. But after a few times of calling, Gong Gong inserted the door just did not come out.
I ate hastily and was busy sending my children to school. Along the way, I was thinking, perhaps we do the younger generation ignored the male sexual needs, thought as long as there is food and drink and affection is enough. No wonder that a few times when we talk about whoever is looking for a companion, my father-in-law has a lot to say and is quite excited.
In the evening after work, I then the children came home. My father-in-law was still in the bedroom. I pushed the door and it was still unlocked. Alas, my husband was not at home and I did not know what to do.
The child was asleep. I said good words and coaxed him outside his father-in-law’s door, but he still refused to come out. In the middle of the night, I heard the door of my father-in-law’s bedroom slamming in a daze, so I came out quickly.
Once I saw my father-in-law, I was a little soft. The old man is full of shame, all of a sudden like a lot older. I pretended that nothing had happened, busy to get him food. No matter how much I talked about this and that, my father-in-law just didn’t say a word.
Before I went to bed, my father-in-law said that he wanted to go back to his hometown, and I was anxious when I heard that. The house in my hometown had been lent to someone else, and my husband was not there, so if my father-in-law just left, how could I explain? He said that his father had masturbated and I had seen him, so what would happen?
I said no, and my father-in-law stopped insisting. From then on, my father-in-law said even less, but his mood smoothed out a lot, and I thought things were just going to go away and didn’t think much of it.
One day, a week later, I came back from work, but I didn’t see my father-in-law and my child, so I quickly ran to the school. The school had already finished, and the child was standing at the door waiting for his grandfather, but my father-in-law didn’t know where he had gone.
As soon as I got home, I rushed to my father-in-law’s bedroom to take a look, and I almost fainted at that moment.
Eunuch was lying fully dressed on the bed, his eyes closed. Upon further inspection, an empty bottle of sleeping pills rested on the nightstand.
I didn’t bother to see if my father-in-law was still breathing and burst into tears.
While crying, I called the neighbors to help take my father-in-law to the hospital.
My father-in-law went into the emergency room, and I slumped in my chair, my heart in a state of anxiety.
I don’t know how long it took, but an old doctor came out and said it was out of danger, and I breathed a long sigh of relief.
A nurse came out, glared at me, and whispered to the doctor, “No wonder the old man committed suicide, look at his daughter-in-law’s foxy-looking face, she must have been abused.”
The old doctor also gave me a contemptuous look and grunted heavily, as if I had really abused the old man.
I can’t argue with that. Just because I’m pretty does that make me unfilial and ungrateful? Is it a sin for a woman to be beautiful, is it a scourge? I feel aggrieved and just want to cry.
My father-in-law returned home to recuperate, I was afraid that he had another accident, so I took a leave of absence, and stayed with him every step of the way, taking care of him, telling him jokes to make him happy. After all, age is unforgiving, after so much suffering, his body is a bit weak, and his spirit is not as good as before.
All this, I’m afraid to tell my husband. How can I tell him? How can I tell him? Maybe even think I abused his father. I can only be careful to serve my father-in-law, so that he will not be …… again.
At night, Gong Gong fell asleep peacefully. I stayed by the bedside, looking at his old face, thinking that he must be very bitter and lonely in his heart. I regretted that I was too abrupt that day and should not have come out to see, otherwise this would not have happened.
When I think of how my father-in-law is wilting these days, I can’t stop the tears from flowing out of my heart.
Tears dripped down my father-in-law’s face and he woke up, panicked to see me crying.
I don’t know what came over me, but I grabbed my father-in-law’s hand and whispered, “Let me see you there, will you?”
I didn’t wait for my father-in-law to respond before I reached under the towel cover and groped his bottom.
The thing in his pants was small and soft, as pathetic as a bird nestled in a ball. Gong face embarrassed, do not know what to do. Under my touch, that little thing slowly felt a little hardness ……
My father-in-law closed his eyes and let me have my way. I think his heart still longs for a woman, for sex. But Gong Gong that thing is really not good, just so seemingly hard, but I can see that Gong Gong was touched very comfortable.
I softly told him, “Dad, if you’re having a hard time, let me get it out for you.”
The male shook his head. I don’t know if it’s because he doesn’t want to, or there is simply nothing that can flow out. I guess it can’t flow out, old age is old age, there’s no way around it, so I can only look at it, touch it, and have a dry spell to satisfy my craving.
I think the old scientist has found a 28-year-old wife. What can he do? He’s just looking and touching, just to satisfy his craving.
So I jerked off and stroked the glans at the same time, and before long my father-in-law was panting from my touch.
Although my father-in-law had a physical reaction, I could see that he was still deliberately suppressing his needs, after all, I was his daughter-in-law, how could my father-in-law let go.
Looking at his red face, I really feel sorry for him. I thought about it, since it’s already like this, why don’t I just give up, and let my father-in-law completely relax and enjoy it once today. So I grabbed my father-in-law’s hand, stuffed it into my lapel, and put it on my plump breasts.
My father-in-law was so nervous that his hand froze there not knowing what to do. I said, “It’s okay, feel it.” Only then did my father-in-law’s hand move, feeling and squeezing my breast.
We are so touching each other. But I still can not rest assured that my father-in-law looking for a short thing, while stroking him, while saying some words of relief to him, my father-in-law listened to a lot of ease. See him in a good mood, I heart a stone just counted on the ground.
My father-in-law’s good mood infected me, so I teased him again, “How about a little pain?”
I pointed down at myself and joked, “This is your son’s territory.”
The eunuch waved his hands and said, “No, no, no.”
Oh, that’s a great use of the word “make”.
Seriously, I got a little wet down there from my father-in-law groping and squeezing my breasts, after all, he was a man too, only a little older.
Since then, as long as the child sleeps I will talk to my father-in-law, people need emotional comfort when they are old, of course, every now and then also touch him.
From this, I realized the truth that no matter men or women, and no matter how old they are, they all have the need for sex, which should be the instinct of human nature.
My father-in-law is an able-bodied man and I’m a healthy woman, both with needs in that area.
As for whether father-in-law and daughter-in-law is incest, I can’t say, but I know that I should honor his old man, so that he can get love and a happy life. That’s what I really think, what others say is other people’s business, praise or scold, I don’t care.
I spent a lot of time alone with my father-in-law and gradually learned about his sexual needs.
Suddenly one day I had a whim to give him a blowjob, which I had seen on a yellow disk borrowed from my husband, who had asked me to do the same. I thought men like it maybe my father-in-law must be able to take it too.
So I boiled the bath water and told my father-in-law to take a bath, and specifically instructed him to clean up a bit there.
My father-in-law lay down on the bed, and I went in and sat beside him. First I touched my father-in-law’s thing, then I took it into my mouth and kept gulping and sucking on the glans with my tongue. The male grunted in surprise, but soon grunted with pleasure.
I can’t believe that thing has actually gotten bigger and harder, and it’s sticking straight up, even Gong Gong finds it unbelievable.
I asked him if he was comfortable while I was sucking his dick. Eunuch uh ah and then grunted. After a while, my father-in-law suddenly grunted again, and I hurriedly spit it out, and just as it left my mouth, a stream of semen erupted from the thing.
I wiped my father-in-law clean with a hand towel and said, “Get an old partner.”
The eunuch paused for a moment and said, “Forget it, it’s troublesome.” Then after a while he said, “This is good.”
I don’t know if he means it’s good for me to treat him that way or it’s good to live with us. If he means it’s good for me to treat him like this, what happens when my husband comes back? Do I tell my husband, or do I not tell him? I don’t think I should ever tell my husband!
One late day, I was watching TV with my father-in-law, and there was a fashion show on, with female models wearing thin, revealing lingerie, walking around the stage. My father-in-law looked at me and said something.
I asked what was wrong.
The male stammered, “I want …… to see you.”
Look at me? Don’t you look at me every day? The eunuch smiled sarcastically.
Oh, I got it, realized what he was going to see in me. On second thought, since I’d already touched it and it was nothing to look at, I pulled my father-in-law into his bedroom.
Even though I promised my father-in-law, I was still a little embarrassed to get naked in front of him for the first time. I took off my nightgown behind his back and removed my panties, then took a breath and turned around, naked and facing him for him to see.
My father-in-law blushed and tried to say something but didn’t, while his eyes were fixed on my dark pussy.
I lifted my leg and said to him, “Wanna touch?”
The eunuch nodded in embarrassment.
I smiled and encouraged him by saying, “Touch it then.”
My father-in-law hesitated, but eventually reached out and rubbed his hand back and forth over my pussy. I crossed one leg and opened it, allowing him to feel inside, and I don’t know if he was excited or nervous, but I noticed my father-in-law’s hand shaking.
Touching and touching, Gong squatted down, put his face up to lick with his mouth, the tip of the tongue can not stop teasing my sensitive parts. A hot stream from the bottom to the top dispersed to my whole body, I feel dry mouth and tongue, underneath the water is indisputable outward, really want to let him put me …… that.
But I couldn’t do that, I wanted to scream but didn’t dare, so I could only hold my breath and let my father-in-law continue.
My father-in-law looked at it, touched it, licked it, played with it like a child, then sat back down on the bed and looked at me and giggled.
When he smiled, I was embarrassed again, because there was both satisfaction and a bit of color in that smile.
I sat down next to him naked and teased him, “Satisfied? I’ll settle the score with you when your son comes back.”
My father-in-law froze. I thought, “Oh no, don’t let anything happen again,” and said, “I’m bluffing, why would I tell your son about this? I won’t.”
The eunuch also laughed in embarrassment and said, “Ahem, I’m an old fart.”
It’s been more than half a year since my husband left, but we did talk on the phone a lot, and I just said that everything was fine at home and reassured him.
But when I’m alone, I still can’t help but mutter in my heart: this is bad, immoral, and I’m sorry for my husband.
But when I see my father-in-law and children happy and the family is happy, I don’t want to think that much.
I thought that as long as I took care of the family, I had nothing to apologize to my husband for.
Besides, the husband’s land, the eunuch did not go to occupy it after all. But if my father-in-law wanted to occupy it, would I refuse? I don’t know.
After all, my father-in-law is a man and I am a woman, a woman who craves caresses in the absence of her husband. When I touch my father-in-law or my father-in-law touches me, I still have feelings, even urges, but that’s all.
Recently, the work is particularly busy, because the company restructuring and capitalization, the need for a large number of false figures, false statements, in addition to working overtime every day, but also to socialize with the state capital and audit department of those officials.
I rushed out early in the morning and returned at nine or ten o’clock in the evening, dragging my tired body back, and leaving the house and children in the care of my father-in-law.
Finally busy. The company took care of us overtime workers and gave a day off at home.
For more than half a month, whenever I came home, my father-in-law would look at me pitifully, with an eager longing in his eyes, and I suddenly remembered that it had been some time since I had cold-shouldered my father-in-law.
In the evening, after putting the children to bed, I watched TV with my father-in-law. After sitting down next to my father-in-law, I quietly asked, “Have you been thinking about it for the past few days?”
My father-in-law coughed in embarrassment, but his eyes were on my breasts.
I twisted around to him, lifted my boobs high, and said, “Here, touch.”
My father-in-law laughed and echoed, “Touch it.” And with that, he slipped his hands into my nightgown and fondled my breasts.
When I think of my father-in-law taking the pills, I can’t help but laugh and say, “That sleeping pill wouldn’t have been so comfortable if it had gone away, would it?”
The eunuch immediately returned the favor by saying, “It wouldn’t have been so comfortable if I hadn’t taken the sleeping pills.”
That’s also true.
The eunuch added, “If you bumped into me, I’d have no place to put my face! Besides, there’s no point in living.”
I giggled and said, “Interesting now?”
The male childishly hemmed and hawed.
I made fun of him and said, “So what if it’s interesting? You can’t get anything done with that thing.”
My father-in-law was unconvinced and said that he got hard that time, and I knew he meant when I sucked his cock.
I said, “Then live a good life and live to be a hundred years old, and I’ll be sure to reward you once, okay?” And then I added quietly, “Don’t let your son know.”
I’m not swindling my father-in-law, I really think so. Let him put on a condom and masturbate to one of those plastic things they sell online.
My husband used to say that it is a treasure to have an old man in the family, and I would like to be able to have three generations in the same house, four generations in the same house, I am happy, and my husband must be happy too.
My father-in-law was happy to hear that and said, “It’s hard down there.”
I molded it and sure enough that little thing was actually harder than it used to be. I said, “I’ll get it out for you then.”
The male nodded vigorously.
I made my father-in-law lie down on the couch, then squatted beside him and kept jerking him off with my hand. Eunuch’s eyes were closed and he was enjoying himself. Look at him feeling like a little kid and feeling ridiculous.
Tossed half a day, the male there flowed, but a little bit of thin yellow-brown liquid.
My father-in-law went to bed with satisfaction. I don’t know why, but I miss my husband a little, and I’m getting wet down there, so I should have let my father-in-law touch me just now.
I once mentioned to my father-in-law, if you want to be difficult, you can go to find a young lady to play, that is after my father-in-law was discharged from the hospital. I didn’t expect my father-in-law’s face changed when he heard it, and even said: don’t, don’t!
I intentionally skimmed through media reports about the state of existence of single seniors, the emotional loneliness, the physical misery, and what to do about it.
Remarriage is a solution, but if it is not good, the family will be full of contradictions, right and wrong, and besides, the father-in-law is reluctant. The media only calls for more social concern for them, but how? I sometimes feel that this is not a long-term solution, but what can we do?
I was happy and a little panicked when I got a call from my husband at work at noon, saying he happened to be traveling and wanted to catch the last flight home tonight to visit.
After the phone call, I called home to tell my father-in-law, so that he could be prepared, and also gave him a few kind words of relief, so that he would not worry. All I ask for now is peace, peace for the elderly, peace for the children, and peace for the family.
I came home from work early and realized that my father-in-law was still quite nervous, so I helped him adjust his mood.
The father-in-law sighed repeatedly, saying that he was sorry for his partner when he was young, and that he was sorry for his son and daughter-in-law when he was old, and cursing himself for being old and undead.
As soon as he said that he was sorry for his old partner when he was young, I immediately remembered the scene where I bumped into my mother-in-law by tying her up.
I don’t know if it’s because of the meaning of this or something else.
He did not say, I am not good to pursue. However, after I married into this family, I have always felt that the old couple is very loving, especially the father-in-law, always careful to take care of his mother-in-law, so that I see all the eyes, and many times told my husband to learn from it.
My father-in-law is adamant about not getting married again, and I think there must be some love for my mother-in-law.
“Alright, it’s alright, it’s alright.” Worried that my father-in-law would do something stupid again, or harbor a disease, I relieved him like a child, and relieved myself at the same time.
The whole family was very happy to have their husbands back. The kids were running around with the gifts that their father had brought home, and my father-in-law volunteered to prepare the evening meal. I could see that he was a little unnatural, so I let him go, but normally I would not let him in the kitchen even if I was busy.
My husband tells me about his time in the army, and from time to time he asks how things are going at home. A man’s mouth is constantly talking. I see that my husband is darker and thinner, but he is in good spirits.
When we took a break, my husband put his arm around me and said with all sincerity that he had worked hard for you, wife!
As I listened, tears welled up in my eyes and my heart felt like a mess. What could I say? I silently kissed him, the heart is unusually sour, thinking that if my husband knows that I and his father’s business, it will not blame me.
Of course my husband didn’t care about any of this, he hadn’t seen me in over half a year, and the tears were tears of joy, so anything else would be redundant.
He stripped me in three strokes and I moved to match him. Come on, hubby! What your wife needs most at this time is lust, even the roughest treatment of me, I will cater to bear without complaint ……
My husband’s entry kept me grounded, and it was the longest sex we’d had in years of marriage. It was true to the old saying that a long goodbye is better than a new marriage. In the middle of the night, my husband did it again and then fell back to sleep, letting out a deep snore.
I couldn’t sleep and wondered how my father-in-law was doing. When I went to the toilet, I went to my father-in-law’s bedroom to take a look. Fortunately, he was sleeping quite soundly.
Early the next morning, my husband went to deliver the things he had brought back to the second aunt next door, whose son was also in the army and was in the same unit as my husband.
After my husband left, I saw my father-in-law sighing, so I advised: “It’s okay, we will not be like that on the line.”
But can I really do without that? My husband has to go back to the army tomorrow. What will I do after that? Will I have further relations with my father-in-law? Alas! My heart softens at the sight of my father-in-law’s lonely ordeal.
I have been a sentimental person since I was a child, and when I see others suffering I feel bad and want to help them as much as I can. Even my husband said that I was foxy on the outside but kind on the inside, and jokingly undermined me by saying that I had big boobs and no brain.
I’ll admit I’m not smart, even a little stupid, but what’s a smart woman to do? I’m surrounded by smart women who are having a tougher time than I am.
Our department manager is a smart, strong, capable, and beautiful woman. I admire her, she’s so organized, it’s like there’s no problem she can’t handle.
Can be married to two husbands, two men were pounced into the arms of other women to go, the last husband actually find or a working girl. Angry manageress every day scolding, long pouting and sighing, compared with them I am lucky.
I only graduated from secondary school, but I married a man who graduated from a military graduate school.
When I first asked him why he didn’t find a woman with comparable education as his wife, he said that he liked women like me, and that a woman with high education could only be a coworker, not a wife.
He also said that he was not only interested in my looks, but also in my character and virtue.
When I think about what he said about me now, it makes me feel a little ashamed that my “virtuous” wife almost cuckolded him, and that too with his father, and I’m so conflicted that I hate myself for not being assertive and weak.
Ahem! I don’t want to think about it, it gives me a headache, everything will go with the flow. I believe in fate, fate is in the hands of God, I think I’m a “big boobs, no brain” woman own God blessing.
I don’t have a very strong desire for men and women, and I’ve only been feeling it for the past two years. In the past, I used to make my husband happy, and when he was happy and enjoying himself, I was happy, too. My husband likes to say some foul language when making love, and feels stimulated, sometimes I also go along with a few words.
Husband and wife behind closed doors to say something out of the ordinary is nothing, but must not be out of the ordinary nonsense. Once, my husband and his friend got drunk and fooled around, actually in front of his friend to get my breasts and pussy, but also drop out to get his friend to also come, said as long as I am willing.
I’m flipping out. If there’s a mistake, where I’ve done something wrong, you can hit me, call me names, but never insult me like a whore.
Nowadays, society often jokes about men and women, drinking table, cell phone text messages in the yellow paragraph, dirty words constantly. In the past, I couldn’t stand it, I blushed when I heard it, and I was so flustered.
But I’m used to hearing it more, I’m immune to it, I just take it as a joke, but I can’t take it for real.
In the company, there are a lot of things that men and women are talking about, and some of them are hitting on me and courting me, so I’m just playing dumb. It’s not that I think I’m so good that I should show off because I’m being courted, and it’s not just a matter of morality, it’s just that I’m uncomfortable, and it’s awkward.
Sometimes I tell my husband about these things as well, and he gets a little excited when he hears about them instead, and says I’m attractive. I’m not happy about that. Oh, does being attractive mean you can sleep with them? My husband smiled and said that’s hard to say.
However, I admit that if a really good man better than my husband tempted me, I would not be able to stand it and hold up. But no matter what, I just know that my husband is good and it’s hard for other men to impress me.
I read a book by a woman writer who said that men are all the same when they go to bed. They’re all the same, so why bother?
Besides, when it comes to men and women, it is always the woman who suffers in the end. So no matter how other men tease me, I am all uninterested in playing dumb.
Our company’s colorful old boss said I play stupid play good, even the female manager said to me or you live understand, I rushed to say: “Which ah? I live confused, live stupid it.”
Men are naturally greedy and horny. What do you care? I’m simple. I don’t invite disaster, I don’t cause trouble. Sometimes my husband wants to have bad intentions, I told him that if you want to engage in, I also engage in, we race. Oh, to scare him.
But so far, my husband hasn’t done anything out of the ordinary bad behind my back. Maybe he still covets my body, or maybe he’s grateful to me because he says I take good care of his dad. I secretly wondered if my husband would still be grateful to me if he knew about all this.
The husband is a filial son. The Book of Filial Piety talks about fourteen filial piety, including burying a child, lying on ice, and plucking out flesh ……
I’ve never given my wife to my father to share with him. A filial son probably can’t be that filial.
Forget it, forget it, I can’t make sense of it, I can’t explain it. Still, as long as my husband is happy, my father-in-law is safe, and my family is harmonious and happy, that’s all that matters.
To put it in a different way, I have not lost or damaged any parts of my body. If you want to talk about looking and touching, when I gave birth to my baby, a male doctor delivered my baby, and he not only looked and touched me, but also gave lectures to the interns while looking and touching me, which made me so ashamed that I almost didn’t drill under the bed.
My husband came back from my second aunt’s house with a bad look on his face, and with a straight face, he asked me what happened to his father’s sleeping pills. I felt a twinge in my heart, it must be the second aunt told him. The second aunt is a straight-talking person, and she says everything out loud.
“Tell me what’s going on!” My husband asked loudly, grabbing my arm and squeezing it so hard it hurt.
I shrugged off his hand and said, “Keep your voice down, Dad’s in the bedroom, don’t let him hear.”
I pulled my husband into my bedroom, closed the door, and told him exactly how his dad masturbated and I caught him, and how he took the pills and went to the hospital. Husband listened to a blank face, silent.
I know that my husband is strongly opposed to his dad finding an old partner. But there was nothing he could do about the old man’s physical needs. After sighing for half a day, he wanted to talk to his dad.
I quickly stopped him and said, “Dad has just calmed down recently, so don’t add to his worries. Old people are good at saving face, and the fewer people who know about this kind of thing, the better.” I added, “Don’t worry about leaving, I’m here at home, I’ll let Dad live happily.”
My husband hugged me gratefully and said repeatedly that I was a good wife. Oh, good wife, why don’t you ask me how to make your father live happily? I think for the sake of this family, I must hold on to this last secret.
My husband stayed for the day and left, and the house went back to its usual routine. My father-in-law picked up and dropped off the kids as usual, and I felt a lot more relaxed, and we all seemed to be a lot saner after the day and night.
It wasn’t long, however, before there was another ripple in the calm. It started when I spoke out of turn.
In the past few days, a drama about the underground party has been playing on TV, and the plot is so tense and exciting that my father-in-law and I have been watching it every day. In the most tense part of the drama, when the enemy was chasing the female underground party member, I was staring at the TV, secretly worried about her, and my hands were sweating with nervousness.
The female underground party ultimately did not escape the clutches of the enemy, was held down by four or five men on the ground, twisting the arms back and binding. I yelped softly, and my hand grasped something beside me in a death grip.
For a long time, suddenly my father-in-law let out a strange grunt, and that’s when I realized that what I was grabbing was my father-in-law’s thighs, and we both laughed in embarrassment.
My father-in-law said he was trying to hold back, but it hurt so much that he probably scratched the bruises.
I said, “Take it off and let me see.”
My father-in-law pulled down his pants, and sure enough, there was a not-so-obvious fingerprint on his upper thigh. I said I was sorry while giving him a gentle stroke, and my fingers brushed against his thing, which actually got hard.
I pointed to the TV and asked, “Isn’t that like that?”
My father-in-law didn’t seem to understand and asked me what kind?
I said, “It’s just like tying up a woman, you didn’t just watch this the other day to get that thing.”
What I said mindlessly, he could hear intentionally. My father-in-law’s face immediately turned red, extremely unnatural convulsions, that thing also immediately became smaller and softer. I was afraid that he was sick again, rushed to comfort him that I was not good, not intentional, do not take it to heart.
My father-in-law went back to the bedroom, I followed him in, let him lie down, I sat on the edge of the bed, tucked his hands into my vest and let him touch my breasts, couldn’t stop taking the words to comfort him.
I said I watched movies when I was a kid, as long as I saw men tearing women’s clothes, twisting women’s arms, or pulling their hair and torturing them, I would have a strange excitement. My father-in-law didn’t believe me and said I made it up to make him happy.
I said, “Really, try it if you don’t believe me.”
The eunuch said, “How do I try this?”
“You wait.” I got up and found a piece of cotton string, maybe three or four meters long, in a closet drawer in the living room.
“Do you think this rope will work?” I handed the rope to my father-in-law, who didn’t take it and said, “But I dare not, I dare not.”
I said, “It’s okay, it’s just a try, I’m up for it.”
Only then did my father-in-law take the rope and tied my hands behind my back, but the rope was loosely tied. I asked him to make it tighter, but he said that the rope was thin and that tightening it would hurt my skin.
So I said, “Well, you go buy rope tomorrow, whatever works.”
Speaking of ropes, I remember something. Once I bolted a clothesline to a tree, my arms raised, stubbed my toes, fiddled with the rope for half a day and couldn’t get it right, so I wanted to ask my husband for help, but then I looked back and saw my father-in-law looking at me, and when I looked at him, he walked away in embarrassment.
I didn’t pay much attention to it at the time, but now that I think about it, he must have imagined me hanging.
Why does a father-in-law have this hobby? What exactly does this hobby feel like? With these questions in mind, I checked the Internet with the help of the company’s computer. Sadomasochism? SM? What is this? It looks like bondage has a lot to do with SM and sadomasochism.
I clicked on a URL, not a moment later the screen popped up a picture of a tightly bound naked woman, I was so scared that I hurriedly closed it. Surrounded by coworkers, if they saw it, I’d have to be ashamed of myself.
After work, I deliberately took out some forms to write and scratch, to make the appearance of overtime. Colleagues went one after another, I look around no one, ran over to the door unlocked, and ran back to find the URL just clicked into.
I can’t believe there’s something like this on the site, those pictures of bound and abused women, each one makes my blood boil and my heart pound ……
When I got home, I asked my father-in-law if he had bought it. My father-in-law pointed to the closet cabinet and smiled, and I snickered.
What’s going on here? Not only are we no longer in a generational relationship, but we’re playing at being abusive.
The thought of those earworm pictures gave me the urge. We were no longer in the mood to watch TV and couldn’t wait to get into my father-in-law’s bedroom after the kids went to bed.
Looking at the twine, I teased my father-in-law and said, “Old immodesty.”
The eunuch was baffled for a moment and returned, “Then what did you let buy the rope for.”
I said, “I told you to buy it and you bought it, so obedient.”
Eunuch seems to be a bit upset. Ugh, I’m joking for him. It seems that you can’t joke around when you’re old.
I coaxed him, “I’ll let you have your fun today, okay?”
Finally the twine got on my body, my father-in-law tied it so tightly that the twine strangled into my flesh, and my body burned like it was on fire. The most intolerable thing was that Gong Gong touched my pussy at this time, making my bottom wet. I was surprised how I could be so sensitive to the rope.
For several days in a row, that numbing, rising pleasure haunted me and lingered. Have I become bad, become lewd. I asked my father-in-law what was going on and how he reacted so much, and he just hemmed and hawed.
“Did you react?” I asked him, and he said yes.
I asked again, “Did you used to tie up your mother-in-law?”
In the middle of the day, the eunuch said, “Back then, your mom used to say that she had abetted her badly.”
My father-in-law’s words once again piqued my curiosity, remembering the words he had said about being sorry for his old partner when he was young. I asked my father-in-law what was going on, and he pondered for a while, talking about that past.
In the sixties, there was a shortage of correctional cadres in the labor farms in the northwest, and the public security system drew a group of people from the mainland to fill them up. My father-in-law was in his early twenties at the time, and he volunteered to go.
Think about it, people in those days were simple, responding to the call of the party, there is not so much a saying, where the need to go, where the hard where to settle down. My father-in-law said that he went to work for more than ten years.
Prisoners in the labor farms are basically all escorted there from the Mainland, and there are people from everywhere and for all kinds of crimes.
The armed company to which the eunuch belonged did not directly control the prisoners, but was only responsible for peripheral defense. If a prisoner escapes from prison, they are responsible for the pursuit.
The work on the labor farms was very heavy, with heavy labor such as clearing land, stripping adobe, digging reservoirs, and repairing aqueducts all undertaken by the inmates.
More than ten hours a day to do down, people are about to be tired out, and the prisoners’ food is very poor, a meal of two buns, a bowl of vegetables boiled in plain water.
Due to lack of oil and water and always feeling hungry, many people are malnourished and thin.
There are honest prisoners and dishonest ones, and the only way to deal with the dishonest ones is to drag them out and beat them up.
For fear of reprisals, the correctional cadres do not take part in the beatings, which are handed over to the armed company to carry out. Three or four men wait in the hut beforehand, and when the prisoner is brought to the door, they put a sack over the prisoner’s head, then hang him from a beam and whip him with an armed belt.
Eunuch said they beat people out of experience. Hanging people, will let your toes off the ground like with like not, is to increase the sense of pain sufferers. When you beat someone, you don’t hurt your skin or flesh, it’s all internal injuries, so you can’t see it from the outside.
Labor farm life is monotonous and boring, more often than not, Gong Gong they just take prisoners for fun, looking for excitement. Strip people naked and hang them up, and put a weight on their cocks, and in less than half an hour, the prisoners would beg for mercy and obey.
Soon after, the Cultural Revolution began, and there was a lot of chaos and confusion due to collusion, rebellion, and seizure of power.
Once, a certain rebel organization in a foreign country staged an armed struggle, killing and injuring many people, and the local public security authorities arrested several of their leaders, including a woman.
Before the interrogation, there was a riot outside, surrounding the public security organs, saying that if they did not release the people, they would rush in to rob them. We had no choice but to escort them to the armed company and lock them up overnight.
Eunuch said, in fact, the woman is not pretty at all, looks big and thick, and the attitude is very bad, splashing and cursing, it seems to be a shrew.
The eunuchs, who had never been subjected to this, discussed how to fix her. In the past, they used to deal with prisoners and men, but this time they were dealing with a woman, so naturally it would make them happier and more excited.
At night, the woman into the hut, and do not give her a sack, anyway, the black light, just through the window of the moonlight coming in, blurred to see the touch.
Gagged, stripped and hung naked. The woman tensed her feet to reach the ground, tried a few times, that is, the tips of her toes just landed on the ground, within a few minutes, she whimpered in pain.
In the darkness, the man’s hands felt for her breasts and pussy. The male said that the woman’s breasts were frighteningly large and drooped over her chest, feeling like pockets of cloth.
Even so, they were excited. At least it was a woman, better than a sow.
Gong’s hand all the way down, to the thighs when I felt a piece of slippery things sticking to the hand, a smell, a fishy smell of men’s semen, I don’t know who can’t hold back the masturbation sprayed on, they don’t feel some warped below.
From there, Gong Gong’s desire for women became stronger. Just then, a letter came from his hometown in Gansu, introducing him to a person and asking him to come back for a blind date. After the blind date, which allowed them to finalize their relationship and get married a year later, this person was the mother-in-law.
After marriage, between the in-laws had four, five years of living apart, there is a second child, that is, my current husband, the father-in-law only everywhere to look for someone to transfer back to work in the county town of Guan Commune police station.
If it hadn’t happened, my father-in-law would have lived quietly with my mother-in-law, and there would have been no more saying “I’m sorry for my old partner when I was young”.
It turns out that when he was young, his father-in-law had a love interest who liked to be abused, and the two of them often played sadistic games behind his mother-in-law’s back, and finally one day the east window was opened and his mother-in-law found out.
My mother-in-law said nothing and walked away silently. I really admire my mother-in-law in this regard, she is a kind and reasonable person, if I were to see my husband messing around with other women, I would not be able to stand it.
For a long time, my father-in-law did not dare to do it again, and stayed at home and closed the door. The mother-in-law has not mentioned that thing again, as if nothing happened, but made the father-in-law heart seven up and down very uncomfortable.
Suddenly one day my mother-in-law asked if she could try a little abuse as well.
The father-in-law said he couldn’t believe it at the time, thinking that his mother-in-law refused to forgive him and deliberately tested him with words.
It wasn’t until my mother-in-law repeatedly asked that my father-in-law tie her up.
From then on, the old couple is happy, late at night, when the love is strong and honey always have to toss some, Gong said, the young mother-in-law’s favorite hanging, feel especially humiliated and excited.
Oh, no wonder, my father-in-law was looking at me the other day when I bolted the rope, he must have taken me for a hanged mother-in-law. Hee hee ……
Looking at my father-in-law’s expression of happiness and fascination, I gently tapped his forehead with my finger and said with a smile: You ah, bad dead! Not only did you abet your own wife, but sooner or later you abetted your daughter-in-law as well. Hmph!
When the eunuch heard this, he actually laughed childishly, with a charmed and pleased face.
Darn it, no laughing. I actually pouted in front of Gong Gong. My father-in-law picked up the rope and asked me if I wanted to try again. I said, “Can you do me like you did my mother-in-law?
My father-in-law didn’t understand for a moment and asked me that?
I pointed to the beams, that’s it, hang it up ……
Suspended, I finally experienced the humiliation and excitement my mother-in-law spoke of. The chained hands were yanked tightly up to the roof beam by the hemp rope, and my naked body was exposed uncovered after being naked in front of my father-in-law. I stood on my tiptoes and struggled to support my hanging body ……
Instead, my father-in-law squatted down facing me, separated my legs with his hands, and his head came up, opened his mouth and held my labia minora, licked it with his tongue for a few moments, and then pursed his lips and pulled it outward.
Instantly I felt very aroused, lewd water kept gushing out from my vagina, my body was itching all over, like being burned by fire, but I couldn’t struggle after being tied up, so I had to keep twisting my body, my legs clamped down on my father-in-law’s head in a deadly grip.
Gong’s tongue like a brush in my pussy sweeping back and forth, from time to time to make a strong toward the vagina top, because the children at home, I do not dare to moan, tightly closed mouth, hold back not to make a sound, really can not hold back the time, open your mouth wide and gasp sharply.
My father-in-law stood up again, walked behind me, brought me a chair to cushion my feet and keep me in a squatting position, then knelt down and tilted his head up and actually started licking my asshole.
I never thought that having my asshole licked would be so comfortable, my body was like being electrocuted and my anus was in a tight spasm.
Gong licked and inserted two fingers of his left hand into my vagina, and then used his right hand to quickly shake on my clitoris Suddenly, the whole body from the pussy began to rhythmically tremble, and even the bladder can not control, urine directly incontinence, my brain is blank, directly orgasmic fainted.
I don’t know how long it took, but when I woke up and opened my eyes I saw my father-in-law’s face white with fear.
“You’re finally awake. I can’t believe it.”
I smiled feebly and went back to sleep.
After that day, there was more warmth between me and my father-in-law, who looked at me like a daughter or a lover.
Sometimes, when the sexual interest came, when the children went to bed, my father-in-law and I would masturbate and perform oral sex on each other, but never really made love, perhaps we were afraid of breaking the taboo of incest in our hearts in the end.
It’s just that no matter how much I lobbied my father-in-law, he never dared to play bondage with me again. After that bondage, I never experienced such a violent orgasm again.
After two years, the father-in-law left, before leaving, pulling my husband and my hand to explain to my husband, saying that I am a good woman, and want my husband to be good to me for the rest of my life.
Hubby cried and so did I.
(concluded)