Correspondence between my father and my wife

I was at my parents' place. My father went out to the garage, and a message came to his phone, which he forgot. I looked; it was a WhatsApp message from my wife, Lena. My father isn't great with phones, so his isn't locked. I set up his VK, OK, and WhatsApp myself, taught him how to use them. I read what Lena wrote to my father and was, to put it mildly, bewildered.

(Lena)

"Have you completely lost your mind? There is and never will be anything between us! Don't write anything like that to me again and don't send photos. Unlike you, I feel disgusted and ashamed! How can you even think about this? How can you suggest such a thing to me? How could it even

cross your mind that there could be any other relationship between us besides the existing one.

I am, after all, your son's wife, in case you forgot. And you have a wife, your own, remember whose husband you are, or have you completely lost it?"

Naturally, this stressed me out, and I quickly started scrolling through their chat history.

In short, I took photos of it with my phone and read it thoroughly at home.

In March, for the holiday, my sister and her husband came to visit, staying with the parents. We all celebrated Women's Day together, them and us with my wife. Two days later, my father wrote to Lena

— "Lena, Sasha has left, so if you get bored or just for no reason, drop by to see us. More often! We're always happy to see you. And also write or call, I'm ready to talk to you anytime. I worry about you, and mother worries too, about how you're managing alone, not just about Sasha. Maybe you need some help, don't hesitate to ask, don't hide it, call if anything."

(Lena)

— "Thank you, everything's fine."

(father)

"Listen, Lena, you let your man go on work trips, so don't forget about yourself and don't deny yourself anything, so you don't miss out on things while waiting and fall behind in life. Life won't wait, you'll regret it later. You can't catch up on what could have been, what you could have done and experienced. Think about yourself too, you're a young woman and even though you're married, you still have your own desires and needs. So, Lena, don't shortchange yourself, don't allow yourself to be at a disadvantage, even for Sasha's sake. You're not just a wife, but also a woman. If you forget that, you'll instantly turn into just a housewife and will only be needed by a man for that. Always remember you're a woman and do everything you need to remain one.

Then there won't be any need for worry, a man can replace a housewife

with a woman, but if a woman is nearby, why would he need others.

Listen to me, Lena, I wouldn't give you bad advice."

(Lena)

"Thank you, I'll take note, I try not to forget."

Then silence. Another five days later, Lena sent my father photos of all of us from when we took pictures on March 8th.

He writes to her

"Lena, you're becoming more beautiful and feminine. A real beauty! After getting married, as soon as you stopped being a girl, I immediately noticed changes in you started. You've rounded out where needed, your figure is better than actresses', a real sight for sore eyes, you've become even more beautiful and turned into a real young woman."

(Lena)

"Oh, come on, Dad, a real beauty! Thank you, of course, it's nice."

(father)

"Send some more photos to look at."

She sent him various ones from New Year's, birthdays, all with me...

(father)

"Lena, can you send some from the summer, when you went to the sea, we don't have any from there of you."

Lena sent several, among them ones of us together on the beach and of her alone.

Father immediately sent smileys, hearts to the last ones, and wrote

"Lena, you're a beauty, I could look and not take my eyes off you! Clothes suit a woman, they look nice, but not every woman can show herself without clothes. You can boldly not be shy of anyone, including me, you have nothing to be shy about, everything is in the best shape! You need to value yourself more, not hide your assets!"

(Lena)

— "Well, there's nothing that special about me, I'm like everyone else."

(father)

"Not at all like everyone else, in my opinion you're special! I'd argue with you about it, but first I need to get to know you better than now. To see and feel you from life and from the inside so thoroughly that then I could factually describe to you why that's my opinion, how and in what you're more beautiful than others and what your advantages are. Understand?"

(Lena)

"What is this about now? Dad, are you serious?"

(father)

"Alright, I won't beat around the bush, you understood everything correctly.

I've become not myself, you've gotten stuck in my head. I'm drawn to you and can't do anything about it. I've never felt such a craving for anyone else. Sometimes it's just unbearable to endure, I want to steal you away from everyone.

Every time we meet, I can't get enough of looking at you, I undress you with my eyes, I've worn

my eyes out staring at you. Haven't you noticed? All this time I've been waiting, I didn't dare

to openly hint about my feelings for you. I kept hoping,

that you'd figure it out yourself and take it with understanding.

Well, why should you, Lena, pine for a man and be alone when yours is away?

Why suffer and restrain the need that comes from nature itself?

If there's me, also not a stranger and a man, for now I still am one..

Take and use as much as you need. It would only be a joy for me to be useful to you and

to perk up myself from the stagnation. There won't be any worry at all,

in advance, about replacing your husband, and no upset, no worries from this,

necessary for a young woman's health, mischief, of course if you start

fooling around with me, and not with just anyone.

Because without claims and fears for later and besides, no one will

think about us. Absolutely no risk, get yourself some pleasure and rejoice! From us

with you, nothing will be lost, we won't hurt anyone and won't do anyone any harm by helping each

other be happy. From our happiness with you, everyone will get a share,

like in the song when you're happy yourself, share it with others! When you're in a good mood, it

transfers to others, isn't that so?

And as for the fact that it seems like it's not allowed for us, that's thought up by those

who don't want to make an effort for themselves, not to mention others, so that at least they themselves

could become more beautiful. You're a woman, and I'm a man, what's there to invent? Nature

has already decided for us.

Come on, Lena, let's arrange something closer to the weekend, I'll visit you and

we'll try what we can manage. Believe me, you won't regret anything, I'm responsible

for myself and will do everything so you're satisfied.

No one is forcing you, if you don't like it, we'll just drop it and not

come back to it."

With this message, my father sent Lena his photos, where in one he's shirtless with a bare torso, and in another just in swim trunks, which is very interesting. He specifically prepared for show, because usually men his age wear underwear. And in one photo, he's completely naked.

My father is a sturdy man and looks, despite his years, better than many younger ones. I won't say he takes care of himself, apparently it's from nature and from having a tough physique from physical labor.

After such revelations from him, Lena only replied four days later. From her came that very message which I read first when I was at my parents' place.

It just so happened. Otherwise, I probably wouldn't have known, maybe only from a random slip-up by one of them or both, that my wife appeals to my father not just as a daughter-in-law, but as a woman. That my old man is specifically trying to persuade Lena to have sex with him and there's real friction between them about it. It seems my wife so far isn't agreeing in any way, but who can understand women.

I'm at a loss about what to do. I didn't tell my mother, I haven't spoken with my wife either. How do you say or ask about such a thing? I don't want us all to have a huge fight. The strangest thing is that when I imagine such a scenario between my old man and my spouse, I myself get turned on by the idea of infidelity. Of course, I wouldn't want my wife to cheat and to become a deceived husband, a cuckold. But I never thought about it and never encountered it. And now, being in the circumstances I'm writing about here, I myself don't understand why on earth this arouses me? That I'm jealous is clear. But it's also like a splinter stuck in my head about what if Lena agrees to fuck him and she likes it? If my father turns out to be better than me? Of course, I need to think about what will happen later if intimacy and a connection happen between them, besides the one that already exists. But right now, my mind is blown by other crap, and this question, while it worries me, is much less so. Maybe because nothing has happened yet.

For some reason, I want more to know what the comparison between me and my father will be like for my wife. And it's an incomprehensible desire, even to myself, for my father, not me, to come out on top.

To my regret, for the next six days, I didn't have a chance to peek at their correspondence. I don't have access to my spouse's phone, and my father never left his unattended during that time.

We all got together again on the weekend for my sister's anniversary.

Natasha lives 50 km from us, in an urban-type settlement. They have their own house (cottage). There were many guests, relatives who live in the same settlement, friends and acquaintances.

Despite all of us being involved in the celebration, I kept an eye on my better half and my father. Nothing alarming was observed in their interaction. I had already stopped paying close attention to both. But in the midst of the fun, my spouse disappeared somewhere. I looked around for my father. He was sitting with the guys at the table, then they went outside to smoke. Dad doesn't smoke at all, but he went out with them. I followed him too. But among the smokers, I didn't find him. Unsurprisingly, immediately suspecting my parent of intending to find my wife, who had vanished who knows where, I was only confirmed in my suspicion. Looking around and figuring out where they could have gone, I decided there was nowhere else except the outbuilding. My sister had built a house, not as big as their own, one-story, but with three separate rooms. That's where they put us for the night, my father and mother, and me with my wife. I entered the house, it was dark in the hallway, went further and saw that the light was on in the room given to me and my spouse.

Approaching the door, I heard female exclamations mixed with male ones behind it. Of course, I immediately identified whose voices they were. It was clear that inside that room were my wife and my father, and something resembling an argument or a struggle was happening between them. I didn't dare burst in right away. The doors had glass and were covered with a curtain... I moved it aside a little, peeked in, and was stunned by what I saw. My father had pinned my wife on the bed and was trying to climb on top of her. She was pushing against his chest with her hands, shoving him away, pulling her legs up and trying to kick. Once she even managed to push him off. Lena jumped up and tried to slip past her father-in-law, but Dad caught her, scooped her up in his arms, and dragged her back into the room. He forced Lena to bend over the table, propped up his daughter-in-law from behind, grabbed her hair with one hand and, holding her like that to prevent her from trying to escape, brazenly slid his other hand under her skirt. Plunging his palm there, my father, with obvious zeal, was groping my better half, apparently aiming to reach her crotch. And it seemed he succeeded. He began fiercely rubbing between Lena's legs, my wife even sagged a little from his advances. After these manipulations, Dad, inspired and encouraged by impunity, I suppose, tried to get his hand under my wife's panties. She jerked and apparently thwarted him by tightly squeezing her legs together. Then he removed his hand from there, unceremoniously lifted Lena's skirt over her daughter-in-law's tight ass and decisively started pulling down her panties.

She, sprawled on the table, couldn't resist or stop him from doing it.

I, in a stupor, watched what was happening and, contrary to common sense, did nothing to stop my parent, who was harassing my wife and trying to force her into a depraved relationship with him. It was some kind of madness, but this whole situation even aroused me. The lust was so strong that it disabled my ability to react adequately to what was happening.

And Dad had already bared Lena's appetizing ass and, applying a little effort, managed to slip his hand between her legs. His fingers penetrated my spouse's already disturbed womb and worked there, driving the woman to exhaustion.

She was squeezing something out in a half-whisper, probably asking him to stop. But soon she fell silent, then began making sounds resembling moans, and finally started moaning louder and louder. After a short while, Lena cried out and went limp. My father apparently took her cry and state as a signal for action. He immediately unzipped his pants and pulled out his equipment, then, without wasting time, immediately pressed his manhood against my spouse's heated womb, moved the head along her labia and, pressing against Lena, drove his tool into her vagina, prepped for invasion. My wife yielded under the pressure of her father-in-law and moaned under him. And he, taking her by the hips, began to pound into his daughter-in-law his masculinity, which had grown lustful for her, not yet withered at all, starved for novelty.

Judging by how zealously and roughly my father was having my Lena, probably in retaliation for her stubbornness and uncooperativeness, with what unbridled lust he was testing her femininity for its propensity to copulate with a man,

all this meant only one thing. Then, through his successful possession of his daughter-in-law's nature, letting her be convinced of his male potency, my parent, in this way, was trying to impose on Lena other relationships, in addition to those that exist. My father was approaching, paving the way to my spouse through her feminine essence and core. He chose a surefire path in his approach to a woman, relying on forcing her to capitulate with the help of her very nature and

to achieve Lena's favor towards him as a man, to induce her to compliance and pliability, and, likely, with an eye to