One of the coachmen, who had knelt before the carriage door to serve as a human step for us, couldn't help but glance up the moment I placed my foot on his back. The sight between my legs left him utterly transfixed, frozen in a daze.
It wasn't until Prince Jing urged him to move that he finally stood up and took the reins.
Inside the carriage, Prince Jing held both my wife and me in his arms—one on either side—his hands kneading our full, heavy breasts with vigor.
Before long, our chests were slick with traces of leaked milk.
"My dear husband," my wife asked Prince Jing, her expression dripping with lewd, seductive charm, "does it feel good to squeeze my breasts?" "Of course it feels good! I've fondled plenty of breasts in my time, but very few can compare to yours!"
"And how do mine stack up against this pathetic loser's?"
My wife shot me a look of utter contempt as she asked.
"Heh! Yours are far better, naturally! Not only are they ample, but your milk is sweet and your nipples are exquisite. Unlike this good-for-nothing—her nipples are as dark as an old whore's. Just looking at them kills any desire I might have had to suckle."
Prince Jing's reply delighted my wife; she nestled into his arms, beaming with happiness, and began to flirt with him.
As for me, I could only remain by Prince Jing's side, enduring their humiliation without daring to utter a word.
Watching them flirt, I felt a deep sense of envy—envy for Prince Jing, and envy for my wife as well.
I longed to be like Prince Jing—to squeeze my wife's breasts with all my might, spank her bottom, and toy with her wanton pussy. At the same time, I also yearned to be in his position—to be held in his arms, teased and fondled, letting out shameless, seductive moans of pleasure.
Throughout the journey, they didn't actually have intercourse—likely because Prince Jing didn't want Shengzong to discover any signs of their intimacy. When our carriage finally reached the palace gates, it came to a halt.
I was the first to step out. Without waiting for the coachman, I dropped to my hands and knees in front of the carriage door, serving as a human step for Prince Jing and my wife to tread upon.
As I knelt there, my wife's full, rounded buttocks—visible through her sheer, translucent gown—and the stark, dark patch of pubic hair beneath her white, gauzy fabric were on full display. The guards at the palace gate and the coachman couldn't help but swallow hard, their mouths watering at the sight. As Prince Jing and my wife stepped off the carriage—using my back as a footstool—I began brushing the dust from my clothes.
Intending to tease the coachman and the guards, I deliberately lifted my sheer, gauzy skirt to dust off my legs, revealing my dark pubic hair and the black slit of my sex beneath.
Though my pussy wasn't particularly beautiful, it was enough to make them swallow hard, their throats bobbing with desire.
After dusting my legs, I followed behind my wife and Prince Jing, giving her buttocks—which had been stepped on—a few firm pats to clear away the clear imprints of shoes.
I struck with a bit too much force; the sharp *smack-smack* sound made the men's eyes blaze with an intensity that looked like it might set them on fire.
Once inside the imperial palace, we immediately transferred to another carriage, which sped toward the private quarters of Emperor Shengzong.
When we arrived, the Emperor had only recently risen.
My mother was helping him dress; the affectionate way they interacted caught me off guard—I hadn't realized she could play the role of another man's wife so convincingly.
Seeing her act with such virtuous devotion stirred some twisted thoughts in me: what if I could take her as my own wife, or perhaps become a wife to her instead… that would surely be quite pleasurable.
After Prince Jing led us to pay our respects, Emperor Shengzong asked us to stay.
Both my wife and I could clearly sense the raw, lecherous hunger in his gaze; we knew then that there was no escaping the cock of this lecherous father-in-law.
Yet, neither of us cared much—servicing men's cocks had long since become a part of our daily routine, and adding one more—this father-in-law's—made no real difference to us. From the moment we appeared, Emperor Shengzong's gaze remained fixed on my wife's forehead. The unmasked desire in his eyes made it clear: this lecherous emperor had no intention of letting her go.
If he were to see what lay beneath her sheer, skimpy clothing—an ensemble designed to keep her in a state of constant, insatiable arousal—he would surely lose his mind.
"Your Majesty, your two daughters-in-law have such magnificent figures; I daresay even I cannot compare to them!"
Mother remarked, her expression filled with genuine envy.
"Haha! My dear consort, why sell yourself so short? While they certainly have fine figures, yours are every bit as impressive!"
Shengzong replied with a laugh, his arm draped around Mother's slender waist.
"Oh, but they are just so incredibly sexy! Look at Yuxin's forehead—isn't it alluring? Any man would be captivated by it. Tell me, Your Majesty, you find it quite appealing too, don't you?"
Mother's face beamed with admiration; she seemed truly enamored with the mark on my wife's forehead.
"Hahahaha... well, if you like it so much, my dear, why don't you get one yourself?"
"Oh, I'm far too old for such a look! By the way, Your Majesty, I'd like to have a private word with my daughter and son-in-law—would you mind if Yuxin stayed here to keep you company?"
Mother said, casting a suggestive look toward Shengzong.
At her words, Shengzong's eyes lit up. Gazing at my wife's provocative, curvaceous body—and the mark on her forehead, which looked even more lewd and depraved than those worn by common whores—he was overcome with excitement, silently commending Mother for being so remarkably "sensible."
"Oh, surely not? How could I possibly let my daughter-in-law wait on me? You're only teasing, my dear consort!"
Shengzong replied, though his refusal was merely for show. "Heh! You're her father-in-law, and she's your daughter-in-law—isn't it only natural for a daughter-in-law to wait on her father-in-law? If you don't believe me, just ask your son and daughter-in-law whether they're willing."
Mother said this to Sheng Zong.
"Father, it is Yuxin's great fortune to be able to serve you; please, do not decline. I humbly request your permission for us to stay in the imperial palace for the next couple of days, so that your two daughters-in-law may properly show their filial devotion—until you are fully satisfied."
Prince Jing said this immediately, his tone full of deference.
"Indeed! It is an immense blessing for me to serve you, Father—please, do not refuse! If you were to decline my service, I would have no face left to remain a part of the imperial family."
My wife chimed in right away.
"Your Majesty, look at how filial these two are! If you were to turn them down now, how heartbroken they would be!"
Mother added, seizing the moment.
"Well... very well! I shall heed my beloved consort's suggestion. Yuxin, you may stay and attend to your father-in-law."
Emperor Shengzong replied, feigning a sense of reluctance.
"As you command! Thank you, Father, for allowing me to stay and serve you!"
My wife responded, clearly delighted.