In the video from the first day after they returned from the photo studio: After Mom and Dad finished dinner at home, Mom kept rubbing against Dad's lower body, seemingly teasing him.
"Honey, when was the last time we had sex?" That night, as the couple lay in bed, Mom turned to her side and asked Dad.
"Last week? What's up, honey?" Dad turned his head, probably understanding what Mom wanted.
"Well? Let's go…!" Mom rolled over and sat on top of Dad, using her hands to stroke his penis. Although Dad's penis wasn't exceptionally large, it was around 14 cm, about average, and fully erect, it was enough to satisfy most women.
"Mmm… honey, your hands are so smooth…" Mom used both hands, one above the other, stroking Dad's shaft and glans. "So, do you want to slide into your wife's pussy?" Mom slightly raised her body, rubbing her entrance against Dad's glans for a moment. "Yes… stop teasing me, honey… hurry up," Dad couldn't withstand Mom's teasing and began to plead.
"Then say it nicely: 'Please, Queen, let me slide into your majesty's pussy.'" Mom traced circles on Dad's chest with her finger.
"Please… please, Queen, let me slide in. I really can't hold back anymore… ah~!" As Dad begged, Mom lowered herself onto his penis in one swift motion, causing him to let out a low groan.
"Ah~ honey… so good." Mom rose and fell on top of Dad, looking less like a man having sex with a woman and more like Mom actively taking charge. Dad's expression was filled with pleasure, while Mom seemed to be performing a numb, mechanical motion—mechanically taking Dad's penis into her pussy, then lifting her hips to pull it out, repeating the cycle over and over.
"Honey, oh~ ah! I'm about to come... ah~" Under the constant stimulation of Mom's tight passage, Dad didn't last long before releasing inside her. Mom felt a mix of surprise and disappointment. Throughout the entire lovemaking process, she hadn't experienced even the slightest bit of pleasure. Suddenly feeling a bit panicked, she wanted to try again.
"Husband, are you... already... done~?" Mom prepared to continue teasing Dad, hoping for another round.
"Darling, let me rest for a bit... just a little while," Dad replied, his breathing slightly uneven.
"What if I dress like this? Could you get hard again, husband?" As she spoke, Mom rummaged through the wardrobe and pulled out a very sheer crotchless black lace lingerie set, paired with matching black leather intimate wear. In an instant, she transformed into the Queen of the Night.
"My Queen... I think I can manage. May I beg to enter your sacred passage once more?" Seeing Mom's transformation, Dad's interest was reignited, and his previously soft member showed signs of firming up.
"Of course..." Mom placed her index finger on Dad's lips, signaling him to be quiet. Before his member could fully harden, she sat down on it once more. Since Dad wasn't fully erect, Mom adjusted her approach. After taking his entire length inside, she began swaying her hips in all directions, hoping to derive pleasure from the friction against her vaginal walls. Little did she know, Wang Sen had deliberately applied pleasure-suppressing gel patches around her vaginal area. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't reach even the threshold of climax. Meanwhile, Dad couldn't withstand Mom's techniques and surrendered once again in less than three minutes.
"I can't go on... I'm sorry, honey," Dad apologized, feeling guilty for not satisfying Mom.
"It's okay, husband. You did great this time—there was a lot of improvement! Let's keep it up next time!" Though disappointed, Mom remained gentle and encouraging toward Dad.
"Mmm... I love you, honey," Dad whispered as he pulled Mom into his arms, and together they drifted into sleep.
In the secretly recorded videos from the following days, Mom approached Dad several more times for intimacy. However, he either politely declined due to physical discomfort or surrendered within minutes. Slowly consumed by her own sexual desires, Mom even began waiting until Dad was sound asleep before sneaking into the living room to frantically pleasure herself. She would roughly rub her labia, pinch her clitoris, and thrust her fingers deep into her vagina, but no matter how hard she tried, each session left her standing dazed and unsatisfied. The pent-up desire raged uncontrollably within her body, and I could sense Mom was on the verge of breaking under the pressure. She even secretly pressed herself against table corners, used cucumbers intended for cooking as makeshift dildos, and clipped clothespins onto her nipples and clitoris—all to no avail. The terrifying sexual urges and pleasure remained sealed within her, like an overinflated balloon desperately needing release before it burst. "Do I have no choice but to go to him...?" Mom muttered to herself after yet another futile attempt at self-pleasure.
I continued scrolling through the videos. June 12, 2006—this folder was massive, over 10GB. I knew something significant must have happened that day, so I quickly opened the video inside.
The footage was shot from a first-person perspective. In the video, I could see my father's figure and hear Wang Sen's voice.
"Mr. Xu, what brings you to see me on a weekend?" Wang Sen led my father inside. In his hand, my father held a black-and-gold invitation card with "Nightingale Club" written on it.
"Well, after our previous conversations, I felt you had a very profound understanding of women. So I came today to learn a thing or two, hoping to handle things with my wife more smoothly in the future," my father tactfully explained his request—that he wanted to learn the art of pleasing women because he felt he couldn't fully satisfy my mother.
"I understand, I understand. Just follow me inside. Here, put this on." Wang Sen led my father to the entrance of a grand hall and handed him a butterfly mask made of feathers. He then put on his own mask and guided my father into the hall.
The interior of the hall was no different from a typical exhibition space. In the center stood a large stage, while waitstaff moved around serving drinks. Several snack tables were arranged in the middle of the hall. The only difference was that everyone here—guests and servers alike—wore butterfly masks, adding an air of mystery and anonymity.
"Are there women here too?" my father asked Wang Sen, pointing to a few women in the hall. "This is a very formal platform for exchange. Everyone who comes to the club holds a certain social status, so we also welcome some women to participate," Wang Sen patiently explained. He then accompanied my father to the front row of seats near the stage.
"Since it's your first time here, I've arranged for you to sit in the front row. As a gesture of hospitality, I'll accompany you throughout the evening. Tonight's program will definitely not disappoint," Wang Sen said, pouring my father a glass of wine. He then asked, "What excuse did you give Teacher Sun to let you out? If you told her the truth, she probably wouldn't have agreed, right?"
"I told my wife I was going out for drinks with friends. Since you have wine here too, I'll have a little and head home. She shouldn't suspect anything. When I left, she was cooking dinner and even scolded me, saying, 'You never eat at home, always going out to eat!'" My father chuckled as he spoke, taking the wine and sipping it lightly.
"Distinguished guests, on behalf of the Nightingale Club, I extend our heartfelt thanks for your presence. Next, we present the program prepared for you tonight—" Snap! With a snap of the host's fingers, all the lights in the hall instantly went out. Three concentrated beams of light shone onto the center of the stage.
A woman in a white dance gown slowly walked to the center of the stage, standing under the spotlight. She was about 165 cm tall, wearing an incredibly sheer white chiffon dance gown with an asymmetrically cut hem. Through the skirt, one could see her well-proportioned legs clad in a pair of white fishnet stockings with an open crotch. On her feet were 6 cm high-heeled white dance shoes. Her face was adorned with a butterfly mask.
"Allow me to introduce the first performance. Contestant No. 1 is a dance instructor, 30 years old. In her daily life, she teaches children to dance, but during lessons, the parents' gazes often wander over her body. Unable to bear their lingering, suggestive stares, she yearns deep down to reveal her true self—something she cannot do in real life. Yet, at the Nightingale Club, she can. Here, she can freely express herself. Please enjoy the dance titled 'Drift.'" As the host finished the introduction, the woman struck a pose and began to dance to the music.
Like a graceful fish, she swayed and twirled to the soothing melody, her white gauze dress fluttering across the stage like a celestial being descending to the mortal world—elegant and captivating. Suddenly, as the music shifted, gentle Chinese melodies blended with dynamic drumbeats. The woman kicked off her dance shoes and transitioned into more energetic movements. With a heavy "thump-cha-cha" of the drum, she unfastened the top button of her gauze dress. At the second "thump-cha-cha," she undid the second button... As the drumbeats grew increasingly intense, she slowly unfastened all the buttons of her dress. Then, a long, melodious flute note sounded. With a spin in place, she let the gauze dress slip off her body to the music, falling to the floor like a lotus leaf, leaving her standing like a blooming lotus flower. As the music entered its secondary movement, she removed her white silk stockings and draped them over her slender arms like flowing sleeves, moving them up and down like undulating waves. Finally, she wove the stockings into her long hair like tassels. The dance concluded with a split facing the audience, followed by a deep backbend—an ending pose that perfectly captured the blend of purity and sensuality in her performance.
After the dance, applause erupted from the audience. "So, are all the performers here women like this?" Dad leaned over and asked Wang Sen beside him. "You could say that. Many women harbor wild, unrestrained desires deep inside, but today's societal norms prevent them from revealing their true selves. The Nightingale Club provides them with a stage where they can fully express themselves without anyone knowing. Oh, and by the way, every performer here signs a strict confidentiality agreement with the club. That's the foundation of the Nightingale Club's survival." Wang Sen patiently explained to Dad while refilling his empty wine glass.
"Now, let me introduce the second performance. Contestant No. 2 is a valiant and heroic policewoman, 36 years old, currently serving as the captain of a certain unit. In her work, she has arrested numerous criminals, earning three first-class merits and six second-class merits, making her a model officer. Yet, who would have guessed that such a policewoman secretly yearns, time and again, to be raped or gang-raped by the criminals she arrests? She fantasizes about failing in her arrests, being overpowered by the criminals, and ultimately imprisoned in some basement, kept like a breeding dog. In real life, she cannot act on these desires, but at the Nightingale Club, she can. Please enjoy the stage play titled 'The Trap.'"
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