Lovely Wife and Daughter (a very good article) (Wife and Mature Adult Novel)

Lovely Wife and Daughter (a very good article)

This article is reproduced from Wuji, written by Xunfu. I think this is a rare good article. Although it does not contain too many pornographic descriptions, it is extremely sensational.

So again highly recommended

When the clock pointed to half past seven, I took my daughter's hand and walked into the living room. Seeing that no one was there, I called out, "Hey! It's time to go to school!"

"I know!" my wife answered from her son's room, and then the creaking of the bed and the snapping of slippers came from the room. I stared at my son's closed door, stunned for a while, and heard my wife whispering: "Hurry up, hurry up..." and my son's coquettish humming.

After a while, the door opened, and the son rushed out like a gust of wind, saying, "Goodbye, Dad!" and ran out with his schoolbag on his back. The daughter also waved goodbye and followed him.

When I walked into my son's room, I saw his wife Shurong sitting on his bed, slowly buttoning her clothes.

I sat next to my wife and saw that her hair was disheveled and her cheeks were flushed, so I asked, "How was it? Did you touch it?" My wife nodded without looking at me and asked, "How about you?"

I took out my daughter's underwear and bra from my trouser pocket, waved them in front of her, and smiled mysteriously. My wife slapped me and spat, "You pervert!"

I asked my wife for details with a smile, and she pushed me and said, "I won't tell you!" and left. I didn't ask any more questions, put on my shoes, picked up my bag, and went to work.

In the evening, my wife didn't come home for dinner, so my daughter cooked and my son washed the dishes. After dinner, the brother and sister did their homework and went to bed. It was already twelve o'clock, and my wife hadn't come back yet, so I sat in the living room, smoking and watching TV, waiting for her.

My son once asked me why his mother didn't come back, and I said, "Mom has something to do, and will be back later." He asked me many times, and I answered like this, so he stopped asking.

Actually, I know that my wife has been in love with the new manager Zhao in her company recently. It has reached a stage of intense love. Tonight is the weekend, so of course he will be back late. Manager Zhao is a young man who just graduated from college a few years ago, about 25 or 26 years old, tall and handsome, and has a strong sense of determination. Of course, I have never met him, but I have only seen his photo. It is a photo of him and my wife.

It was half past twelve and my wife hadn't come back yet, so I went back to my room and lay down to listen to music and read magazines. Suddenly I remembered something and reached under the pillow. Sure enough, my wife's diary was there. I took it out and turned to the latest page, where today's date was written.

"June 5, Saturday, sunny. In the morning, Jian'er (note: my son) drank my milk this morning and touched my breasts while drinking. Jiamei (note: my daughter) told me last night that her father touched her breasts. I told her that it was okay for her father to touch her breasts once. She didn't say anything else. I told her not to tell anyone, and she agreed."

Just as I saw this, the doorbell rang and I hurriedly got up to open the door.

My wife stood outside, looked at me, and lowered her head.

"Why are you here so late?" I asked. My wife bit her lip and didn't answer. I felt something was a bit unusual, so I said, "Why don't you come in?" My wife lowered her head and walked past me. I closed the door, and my wife had already entered the room.

"What's the matter? Why did you take so long? Jianer asked several times, and I said you had something to do." I said to my wife.

My wife lowered her head and slowly took off her shoes without answering. When she started to take off her clothes, I asked again: "Aren't you going to wash your face?"

"I've washed it." She answered in a low voice and looked at me.

"No bath?" I know she has the habit of bathing before going to bed.

"I've washed it," she said.

I closed the door suspiciously and said, "Then go to bed. It's late."

After I got on the bed and lay down, I hugged my wife and whispered, "How was it? Where did you go today?"

"garden."

"Oh." This is expected. My wife often has trysts with Manager Zhao in the park.

"What did you do?" I asked with great interest.

"That's all..." The wife seemed a little embarrassed.

What do those mean? Actually, I know. My wife told me that two months ago, when Manager Zhao was transferred here, he became interested in my wife. A month later, the two began to go out for dinner together frequently, and then took walks and dated.

About two weeks ago, my wife told me that Manager Zhao kissed her on the beach lovers' road. And just last weekend, they kissed in the park, and Manager Zhao touched Shurong's breasts and buttocks. I asked her how she felt, but she refused to say.

"What happened next?" I asked again. My wife didn't answer. I asked her again and again, and she finally said:

“Later, we went to…”

"where?"

"Mingzhu Hotel..." My wife's voice was as soft as a mosquito's.

"Where?" I didn't hear clearly.

"Pearl Hotel..."

"Oh?" I felt my heart beat faster when I heard my wife and another man went to a hotel to get a room. I couldn't help but hug her tightly: "And then?"

"He said he wanted to watch the night view with me..."

"Well," I thought, a poor excuse, "and then what?"

"He kissed me..."

"Well, go on."

"You're still touching me," she said, blushing a little: "I hate you so much!"

"Oh? Really annoying?" I teased.

"Go to hell!" My wife gently pounded my sore chest.

"Well, what happened next?"

"I won't tell you." The wife said in a delicate voice.

"Say it!"

"No more."

"Please, tell me!" I held my wife and rocked her, making her giggle.

"Then I went to take a shower," she said.

"Um."

“He wants to wash too.”

"Um."

"I didn't let him in, but he squeezed in."

"Um."

"I wanted to chase him away..."

"Okay, I get it, but you can't catch him, right?" I pouted and said, "Then what?"

My wife lowered her head and played with the buttons of my pajamas, and stopped talking.

"You gave it to him?"

My wife looked at me and lowered her head again.

"Isn't it?" I shook her.

My wife looked at me again, lowered her eyes, nodded slightly, and then looked at me again.

I didn't say anything for a long time, just looked at her.

"What's the matter? Do you mind?" the wife asked timidly.

"No, I don't mind, not at all."

"No, you mind." My wife kissed me and said, "You are jealous. I won't look for him anymore." She leaned on my chest and gently stroked my face.

"No, I really don't mind, as long as you are happy." I said seriously. In fact, I already felt mixed emotions.

"I'm sorry, husband..." My wife kissed me with full of apology.

The clock struck one in the morning, and we were still sleepless. With my comfort and persuasion, my wife slowly opened up and told me every detail of the night.

"He helped me rub the soap first..."

"Take the opportunity to touch me?"

"Um."

"Then?"

"Then hug me and tell me I'm beautiful..."

"And then it started?"

"No!" My wife rolled her eyes at me: "He said I was different and noticed me the first time I came to the company. He was upset when he heard that I had a husband." At this point, my wife smiled slightly.

Listening to my wife reciting Manager Zhao's cheesy love talk with great relish, I was quite impatient, but I didn't dare to interrupt her, so I just listened patiently.

"He said: If I can be with you, I would not hesitate to be ruined and killed by your husband."

"Oh? Are you so desperate?" I replied lazily.

"He said I have a figure like a fairy... Oh, I'm so embarrassed, a fairy..." My wife seemed very embarrassed, but in fact, she has maintained her figure very well.

"Hmm." I almost didn't have the strength to speak, and I just hummed once or twice in response. My wife continued to talk for an unknown amount of time, and then fell silent again.

"Why don't you talk anymore?" I asked.

"That's all." She buried her head in my arms.

"It's over? No way?"

"What else do you want to hear?" My wife looked at me in disapproval.

"And then?"

"Then I went home?" The wife giggled.

"You're kidding me!" I jumped up and squeaked her hard, and my wife laughed so hard that she couldn't breathe.

"Oh! Help!"

"Say it or not!"

"I say, I say..."

"Go ahead." I lay down again and waited for my wife to catch her breath.

"Later, we did it in the bathroom..."

"How?"

"Just do it! What's there to ask?"

"Go ahead, I want to hear it." I also started to speak in a coquettish voice.

"Do you really want to hear it?" The wife raised her eyebrows.

"real."

"Not angry?"

"no way!"

"You swear!"

"I swear!"

"Okay, I'll tell you." My wife put her arms around my neck and whispered in my ear, "He sat by the bathtub and I sat on his lap, that's it."

"How do you feel?"

“Not so good.”

“Liar!”

"real……"

"What does his thing look like?"

"Hmm...longer than yours, goes really deep..."

"Are you comfortable?"

"A little bit..."

“I don’t believe it!”

"Really, it's nothing for the first time..."

"You guys... did it twice?!" I was a little surprised.

"Well..." My wife blushed a little: "Then we did it once on the bed."

"Did you let him cum inside you?"

"Well... I told him not to..." the wife stammered, "but he didn't listen..."

"Then..." I felt extremely sore, and my penis, which had not been erected for a long time, also swelled to the extreme.

"It's okay, he took me to buy some medicine." My wife said, and she got up to take out the backpack on the bedside, and showed me a box of contraceptive pills. There were two holes in it, which were emergency contraceptive pills.

I took a look, took it and put it aside, then pressed it on my wife. My wife closed her eyes, I spread her thighs apart, and inserted my penis into her body. My wife groaned softly, and I raised my hand to turn off the light...

The next morning we woke up very late, and the children woke up even later, so I had to go to each of them to wake them up.

"Hey, the sun is shining on your butt!" I patted my daughter's butt. She turned over, hummed and ignored me.

I lifted the bed sheet and caressed my daughter's newly developed body. She subconsciously pushed me away. I took off her underwear while she was not paying attention. She screamed coquettishly and grabbed the bed sheet to cover her lower body.

Back in my room, my wife stood in front of the mirror in her underwear, combing her long flowing hair. She looked more beautiful than yesterday.

I showed her my daughter's underwear, and she took it with a smile, hung it on a hanger, and put it in our closet.

"Mom!" The daughter stood at the door, rubbing her eyes, with a sheet wrapped around her lower body, and complained to her mother: "Dad stole my pants again!"

"Hey, it's okay, just change to this one." My wife took out the one I stole the day before and handed it to my daughter.

My daughter snorted, took it and sat on the bed to put it on. I walked over to hug her, and my wife went out with a smile. I heard her knock on my son's door, then she went in and closed the door, and then she was relieved to play with my daughter.

At about 8:30, I hugged my naked daughter, who was chasing me with a pillow, and whispered, "Shh! Stop it, let's go see what mom is doing, okay?" My daughter nodded, I returned her underwear to her, and then, hand in hand, we quietly sneaked to my son's door.

There was no movement in the room. We listened for a long time but heard nothing. We shook the doorknob again, but the door was locked. Someone inside asked loudly, "Dad, what are you doing?" It was my son, and his tone was very dissatisfied. I had to say, "It's okay, it's okay." I took my daughter away.

Back in the bedroom, I wanted to close the door, but my daughter refused. I pestered her for a long time but still failed. Thinking of my wife and son building some car behind closed doors, I felt envious and jealous. My daughter said she was hungry and asked me to make breakfast. I said, "Kiss daddy!" My daughter refused and went to the kitchen to cook noodles.

"Mom, come out for breakfast!" After making the noodles, the daughter called out loudly. She brought the noodles out and arranged them. Only then did the wife and children open the door and come out. The son pouted and looked very dissatisfied.

After eating, my daughter said she had an appointment with her classmates and went out. My wife asked her to bring some food. The mother and daughter went to the kitchen. I followed her in and heard my daughter say to my wife: "Mom, Dad just took off my pants and touched me." Shurong said: "It's okay for Dad to touch me." I came in and the two stopped talking.

After my daughter left, my wife said to me, "Don't be so anxious." Then, my son pulled his mother into his room again, saying that he wanted his mother to teach him his homework.

I sat alone in the living room watching TV for two hours, feeling bored, so I went back to my room and opened the bedside table. My wife's diary was still in the same place. I took it out, lit a cigarette, leaned on the pillow and read it slowly, and found a new page.

My wife's diary records in detail the progress of her adultery with Manager Zhao. This is what I asked her to do because she was always embarrassed to say too much when I asked her in person. My wife has some literary accomplishments, and the details she describes are quite artistic and look fascinating.

"...When we walked hand in hand, shoulder to shoulder, in the park at night, I felt like I was back in my first love..." This is a record of my wife and Manager Zhao's love affair.

"...He hugged me and said I was like a fairy in the moon. I felt hot all over. He kissed me and caressed my whole body..."

I have read all of these and have no interest in reading them again. Women always like to remember men's hypocritical nonsense, while men only like sex. I turned to the latest page, the ink was not dry yet, the date was last night, and I don't know when she wrote it.

"Today, I gave him my most precious thing. On a bench deep in the woods of the park, he took off my pants, put his hand under my skirt and touched me. Then he unzipped his pants and asked me to suck his thing."

I had heard these words last night, so I closed my wife's diary and turned on the computer again.

One night, I said to Shurong: "Shall we invite Manager Zhao to our house for dinner?"

My wife looked at me suspiciously and asked, "Are you sure?"

I knew what she was thinking, but it was difficult to say that I was abnormal, so I could only say that I wanted to maintain the relationship so that Manager Zhao would take better care of my wife. But my wife said: "He has already taken good care of me."

I had to say, "To be honest, I really want to see what he looks like."

The wife smiled and said, "What's so good about it? Are you curious?"

I said, “Yeah, isn’t it?”

My wife didn't say anything at the time, but she told Manager Zhao about it the next day at work. Zhao was very surprised and immediately refused. My wife came back and told me, and I used provocation to say, "You don't dare to come? That's normal, a guilty conscience is the key!"

The wife naturally told Zhao about this in her own words. He asked Shurong again and again: "Has your husband discovered our affair?" The wife nodded affirmatively. Zhao was still worried and asked again: "What did he say when you came home late?" The wife replied: "I said I was working overtime." Zhao asked again: "Does he believe it?" The wife said: "Yes. If you didn't go, he would be suspicious."

"Then how did he know I was your boss?"

"Of course I told him, idiot!"

"So he doesn't doubt it?"

"No! I've made you sound so powerful, I think he wants you to help him find a good job."

"That's no problem!"

After repeated attempts, Manager Zhao agreed to come, although he still had concerns.

One weekend evening, I finally met the man who had fucked my wife. Manager Zhao was tall and handsome, which was expected, but he was polite and a little shy, which was beyond my expectation.

When he saw me, he gave me a high-end suit, a pack of cigarettes, and two bottles of famous wine. We sat down and exchanged pleasantries, complimenting each other, and the atmosphere was very harmonious.

While we were chatting, my wife was busy running around. At first she looked at me with concern, but when she saw that I was fine, she went into the kitchen to cook.

When my daughter came home from school and saw a guest at home, she called him uncle. Manager Zhao gave her a bag of candy and praised her beauty. My daughter liked him immediately and sat beside him to eat candy.

During the meal, Manager Zhao kept praising Shurong for her hard work and helpfulness in the company, so many important matters were entrusted to her. She might neglect family matters because of work, and asked me to forgive her. I hurriedly said that I could understand. Zhao also asked me if my work was satisfactory. I said it was fine, and my wife kicked me. I changed my words and said: "It would be better if I could change the environment." Manager Zhao readily agreed: "If you are not satisfied with your original unit, just tell me."

During the dinner, my wife sat next to Zhao for a while, but Zhao winked at her and she sat back next to me. During the whole dinner, Zhao didn't even look at Shurong, he was really cautious.

A week after I invited Manager Zhao to dinner, I told my wife that I wanted to see her and Zhao make love.

When the wife heard this, her face immediately turned red: "You are sick!"

I begged for a while and then gave up, knowing that my wife would tell Zhao the next day.

The next day, his wife told him exactly what she had said, but Zhao was shocked again.

After a few times, I asked my wife to tell Zhao that I was going on a business trip for a week. Manager Zhao was indeed an old fox. He actually went to my company to investigate whether this was the case. He gave up when he couldn't find anyone familiar to ask. Because the Garden Bureau where I worked had nothing to do with Zhao's photo studio business.

The next Sunday, my wife told me that Zhao finally agreed to come to my house. Beforehand, he had been asking Shurong about my business trip schedule and the content of the phone call. After analyzing it, he couldn't find any loopholes, so he agreed.

On Monday, I was on a "business trip" for three days, and my wife called me as agreed.

"Hello? Jiamei?" She deliberately called her daughter's name.

"It's me." I answered.

"Mom is coming home, are you asleep?"

"knew."

"Oh, you're so good. Mommy wants to see you in bed when she comes back, okay?"

"Um."

"Okay, bye!"

My wife hung up the phone. I had already sent my daughter to bed and locked her door. I told her not to come out and not to tell anyone that I was at home. As for my son, I sent him to his grandfather's house to play for one night.

I learned from Manager Zhao's caution, and nailed a board under the bed, laid a mat, put a pillow, and hung a large mirror opposite the bed. After hanging up the phone, I crawled under the bed and lay down, waiting for my wife and her lover.

About twenty minutes later, I heard the door open, then my wife's footsteps and whispered voices, and then two pairs of feet entered my bedroom.

The light turned on, then off, and then the door closed. Later my wife told me that Manager Zhao stood at the street corner for a long time before he came in, and only let Shurong get out of the car and open the door when no one was around. He then quickly followed in because he was afraid that the neighbors would see him.

After entering my house, he looked around every room before entering the bedroom. Shurong turned on the light, and he turned it off immediately.

"What are you looking at? I told you there's no one here, but you're still suspicious." Following my wife's voice, I saw a flashlight shining around the room and then under the bed. Fortunately, my bed board was suspended in the air, so it couldn't see anything.

"Oh, better be careful."

There was no sound for a while, I turned over gently, and peered out through the small gap that had been opened on the side of the bed, looking out through the hollow bedspread hanging on the bed.

My wife stood by the window, Zhao stood opposite her, they hugged and kissed, whispering something from time to time. Soon, Manager Zhao began to kiss my wife and touch her breasts, I was a little excited.

My wife moaned and her hands were on Manager Zhao's arms, I don't know if she was stroking or pushing him. I felt her eyes glance at me and then quickly closed again.

My wife was wearing a white suspender skirt. Manager Zhao touched her through the skirt for a while, then pulled her suspenders and bra straps up her arms, and took out one of my wife's white and tender breasts to play with.

He seemed impatient, and after pinching her breasts a few times, he pushed my wife's skirt down to her waist, and then pushed her panties down to her thighs, and then stepped on her to the ground.

The light in the room was very dim, and my wife's white and plump naked body was shining white, and her dark nipples and black hair under her crotch could be seen. Manager Zhao had a darker complexion, and when he touched my wife's body, it was very clear. He inserted his middle finger into my wife's vagina and scratched it back and forth, causing Shurong to hum.

Just when I was enjoying the scene, Zhao picked up my wife and walked towards the bed. Oh my god, he was so naughty!

With a thump, the two fell heavily on the bed. Shurong moaned softly, and Manager Zhao smiled and comforted her. Their feet were still hanging on the edge of the bed. Judging from the movements, Zhao was quite gentle and inserted very slowly. My wife on the bed moaned softly. I guessed that Manager Zhao's penis had entered my wife's vagina, and then I saw his legs standing on the ground vibrating back and forth, probably pumping.

After a while, the bed creaked, Zhao's feet retracted, and I could only hear my wife and her lover kissing, panting, and flirting. After staying there for a long time, I almost couldn't help but want to go out. At this time, I heard Zhao's "ah ah" above my head. I finally made up my mind, quietly climbed down the partition, lifted the bed sheet, leaned over and turned my head to look at the bed.

My wife was lying on the bed, her thighs spread wide, her buttocks facing my face. Zhao was also naked, and seemed to be wearing a shirt. He pressed on my wife, his penis inserted into her vagina, only his testicles exposed. The two were still kissing and caressing.

Zhao lay there for a long time before getting up. I quickly shrank back. I heard the two of them whispering, getting dressed, and saying goodbye.

Zhao said: "Don't send me off."

"No, I'll take you there."

"Don't give it as a gift, seriously. Be careful not to let anyone see it."

"No, I'll help you check the door, then you can go out."

"good."

They kissed again, then my wife went out first, opened the door, and looked around at the door, then Zhao went out, closed the door, and heard the car engine go away, then I climbed out.

My wife was still standing at the door, wearing the suspender skirt. When I walked towards her, she looked at me shyly and lowered her head.

"Have you had enough?" she asked.

I didn't say anything, I hugged her and touched her, she wasn't wearing a bra or panties.

"Did you ejaculate inside?" I felt that my penis had a lot of stuff in my wife's vagina.

"Well, I took some medicine, it's okay."

"Are you comfortable?"

"Who are you talking about?"

"Manager Zhao."

"Uh-huh, you're bad!"

"Speak now!" I stripped off my wife's dress and carried her into the room.

"uncomfortable!"

"I heard you humming."

"You are so bad! Eavesdropping on others..."

After more than half a year, Shurong followed my request and did not take birth control pills, but I insisted on wearing condoms. Soon, my wife became pregnant with Manager Zhao's child.

This day is the Lunar New Year.

Amid the sound of firecrackers, every household is busy preparing New Year's Eve dinner, with laughter and the aroma of food filling the air.

My wife was pregnant and busy with her daughter. Manager Zhao and I were sitting in the living room playing cards and drinking. My son was watching TV and playing games.

Zhao's family lived in Heilongjiang. The company's business was booming during the Spring Festival, and it was hard to buy tickets for the Spring Festival, so he didn't go back home. He was invited to spend the Spring Festival at my home. We were more familiar with each other at that time, so he was not so reserved.

Shurong brought out the dishes. I hinted to her many times, and Zhao just asked her if she wanted help. She said, "Okay, come and help me serve the dishes."

Zhao stood up and said to my daughter: "Jiamei, you watch TV, uncle will do it."

The daughter happily agreed and went to watch TV.

Ten minutes later, Zhao still hadn't brought out the dishes. I sneaked into the room and moved a painting on the wall. There was a small hole I had just opened, which led to the kitchen and was blocked by a sieve hanging on the kitchen wall. Through the sieve, I saw my wife and Manager Zhao hugging and kissing each other, and Zhao kept looking at the kitchen door.

During the meal, Zhao and I kept drinking. My wife pretended to persuade me, but I pretended not to listen. Zhao was a big shot in the business world and could drink a lot. I was not bad either, but I pretended to be drunk. We drank until midnight, and I said I wanted to sleep, so I went to my daughter's room. Zhao laughed and said I had gone the wrong way. I pretended to be drunk and made a fuss for a while, and then I went into my daughter's room.

That night, my wife slept alone, while Zhao and my son slept. When my daughter fell asleep, I heard my son's door open, and then my wife's bedroom door close. I sneaked out of the room, squatted outside the door, and heard two people talking inside.

I didn't sneak back to my daughter's room until they finished and were ready to go out.

The obscene words and sounds of my wife and her lover made me feel hot all over. I immediately took off my clothes and climbed onto my daughter's bed. I hugged my daughter and took off her underwear and bra. I was just getting excited when my wife came in. "What's wrong?" I let go of my daughter, and she quickly put on her underwear and bra and went to sleep.

The wife looked at him for a while and said nothing, "Manager Zhao asked me to come and see if you were asleep."

"It's time to go to sleep, you should go to sleep too." I waved my hand.

My wife hesitated for a while before she went with her back supported and her belly bulging.

I took a lot of effort to strip my daughter naked again. After a long time, I finally ejaculated on her thigh and fell asleep.

When I woke up at noon the next day, my wife told me that Zhao had passed away.

In July, the weather is hot.

After Shurong was discharged from the hospital, she spent a month at home in confinement. Her body had basically recovered, but she still needed to recuperate.

Manager Zhao drove over that day and brought us a lot of gifts and supplements. When he looked at the child, I noticed his expression, and there was nothing strange about it, as if the child had nothing to do with him. People who are engaged in art are really good at pretending!

Then I chatted with him, and he asked me if I would take a full moon photo of the baby. I said that would be too much trouble for you. He said it was okay. So after lunch, he took Shurong and the newborn to the photo studio. My daughter insisted on going, and I said not to bother them. But Manager Zhao invited Jiamei enthusiastically, so I didn't object. But Shurong seemed unhappy. I guess she was afraid that my daughter would ruin her plans. After all, they haven't been together for more than three months.

In the evening, the mother and daughter came back. The daughter excitedly showed me the artistic photos that Zhao had taken for her. I took the photos and looked at my daughter, and found that she was a completely different person. Manager Zhao is not only good at photography, but also good at clothing, makeup, and styling. My daughter was beautiful to begin with, and after he did it, she became as beautiful as a fairy!

Some of the photos were wearing children's clothes, like innocent little babies; some were wearing adult clothes, like mature young women; there were also a few wedding photos... I was distracted by them!

"Uncle Zhao said he would hang my photo on the door as an advertisement!" the daughter said proudly.

During the August holiday, my daughter went to Zhao's studio almost every day. I roughly counted and found that Zhao had taken thousands of photos for her in less than two weeks. My daughter's clothes became more and more sexy, and I felt something was wrong.

At noon on August 15, when I got home from get off work, I found the mother and daughter discussing something. When my wife saw me coming back, she said to her daughter, "Go ask your father yourself."

"What's going on?" I asked while taking off my shoes.

"Dad," my daughter came over and sat next to me, a little embarrassed, "I want Uncle Zhao to take a photo for me."

I didn’t understand these terms at the time, so I just said, “Just shoot it.”

My wife held the child in her arms, came to my side, leaned over and whispered in my ear: "It's a nude photo shoot!"

"Ah?" I was shocked.

"They keep it for themselves, not for others." The daughter pouted.

"Oh, then should I show it to Dad?" I asked with a smile.

When I got home from get off work that night, I saw my daughter sitting on the sofa alone looking at her photo album. I asked, "What's up? Are you done with the photos?"

The daughter hurriedly closed the photo album and held it in her arms.

I walked over, put my arm around her shoulders and asked, "Where's Mom?" My daughter pointed her mouth towards the door.

"Uncle Zhao is here?"

"No, brother is back."

At this time, I heard my wife's laughter and my son's voice coming from the house, and then I realized that my son had returned from his grandmother's house.

"Show it to Daddy?" I reached out to take the photo album from my daughter's arms. She resisted a little before giving it to me and then lay down behind me to watch it with me.

"Wow!" I exclaimed in surprise when I opened the first page.

"Ouch!" my daughter screamed and covered my eyes with her hands. It was a photo of my daughter kneeling naked with her hands protecting her breasts.

"What's the matter?" I said indifferently, but my heartbeat started to speed up.

The second photo was of my daughter lying on the bed sideways, with her back to the camera, and her wide hips showing a charming curve. Although I have touched my daughter's body before, I have never seen her naked. After flipping through a few photos, my lower body reacted.

"I can't see anything!" I said dissatisfiedly after watching it. The photo was taken very artistically and sensually, but it's a pity that there is no flesh.