My wife became a teacher!

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Recently, my wife's job changed. Through her parents' connections, she got a job at a vocational college (divided into a vocational high school and a junior college). The school is expanding its enrollment and building new teaching buildings to accommodate the increasing number of students.

However, the school's finances are strained,

so the allocation of teaching staff is quite tight.

Although my wife got the job through connections, her workload is not light. She was initially assigned to teach Chinese in the high school section, and a few days later, she was also assigned some physical education teaching tasks (although her major in university was Chinese, she has always been very interested in various sports, especially aerobics, except for swimming, which she learned later with me). This division of labor is somewhat chaotic, but since her parents know someone who teaches physical education, they can substitute for her.

So, my wife began her teaching career.

However, the initial workload was too intense, not giving her enough time to adapt physically. This was rather cruel for my wife, who had worked in an office clerical job for two years. She often complained of backaches and muscle discomfort when she got home.

At first, I would occasionally give my wife acupressure and some physical therapy, and she seemed to enjoy it very much, even demanding more and more time and intensity from my massages.

This started to take its toll on me, as I work very hard every day.

There are some massage parlors near our house, some offering traditional Chinese medicine massage, and others providing physical therapy massages.

I recommended a particular place to my wife, saying it was pretty good and she could try it. It offered massage, cupping, acupuncture, and moxibustion—all the traditional Chinese medicine massage services imaginable, haha. But my wife hasn't gone yet, and she wants me, her husband, to help her, as she feels more comfortable and at ease that way.

I hope I can hold on a little longer, haha.

That day, after dinner with my wife, the fatigue from work during the day made her crave a relaxing physical therapy massage again. I was just about to give my wife a massage when I received a call from a friend. I had to go out for a bit, so I told my wife, got dressed, and prepared to leave. I checked my pockets and realized I'd left my keys at work. Unable to find them immediately, I grabbed my wife's house key from the table, told her I'd be back in an hour, and hurried out the door.

After I left, my wife put on her usual summer dress, wanting to go for a stroll.

As she passed the traditional Chinese medicine massage parlor I'd mentioned, seeing the bustling crowd inside, she felt a surge of excitement and thought, "Why not get a massage today?"

She hesitated for a moment, wondering if her dress was appropriate for a massage, or if a two-piece cotton outfit would be better. But remembering I'd taken her key, she relented.

My wife entered the massage parlor. Inside, there was a suite; the outer room had three beds, and the inner room had two. The thought of direct skin-to-skin contact during a massage made her a little shy, so she went into the suite. Inside, there were two beds. On one bed, a man lay shirtless with his eyes closed, being massaged by a masseur. On the other bed, a bald man, seemingly a customer, was reading a massage book and occasionally chatting with the masseur.

My wife smelled a strong male scent and left the room. No one came into the outer room at that time.

All three beds were empty. Seeing that the sheets on the middle bed were relatively clean, she lay down on it.

The owner, seeing that my wife had chosen a bed, came over and asked what kind of massage service she wanted.

My wife told him about her tired work and aches and pains. The owner said, "I'll give you a manual massage first, so you can experience it. Acupuncture is also quite effective, and there's also an electrode massage machine." The woman giving my wife a massage was around thirty-five or thirty-six years old. My wife was wearing a skirt, and the massage wasn't very comfortable. My wife looked up and asked, "When are you usually busiest?" The woman replied, "We usually start getting customers after 9 pm. We don't have many customers right now." Looking around, there were indeed no other customers nearby. The massage through her skirt felt like scratching an itch through a boot, and the skirt was very smooth and slippery. My wife took off her skirt, and the woman even asked her to remove her bra. At this point, my wife, wearing only a thong, was practically naked from above. Luckily, the woman brought a small blanket to cover my wife. It was called a blanket, but it only covered her chest to her knees, hanging down the sides of the bed. This size blanket could only be used this way; if it were laid horizontally, it would be too narrow and uncomfortable.

The woman's technique was indeed good. My wife felt comfortable and was about to fall asleep.

Just then, a phone rang beside my wife, but it wasn't for her.

Someone called the older woman, and it sounded like there was an emergency at home. The older woman apologized to her wife, who, seeing the caller's anxiety, understood.

The older woman turned and hurried away.

A middle-aged man replaced her to massage her wife; the shop had three masseuses, including the owner.

The man, with a smiling, upright demeanor, noticed the wife was covered with a blanket, assuming she wasn't wearing much or anything underneath. He asked, "Shall I give you a massage? Is that alright?" His kind manner made the woman feel a little embarrassed.

The wife nodded subconsciously. Then the man asked if she wanted to put on some more clothes, pointing to a pair of pajamas hanging on the wall. The pajamas looked worn and had some stains, making the wife hesitate.

"Are there any cleaner pajamas?" the wife asked.

The older man nodded, saying he also had disposable pajamas. He then pulled a set out from under the bed. The set didn't look very clean and was somewhat see-through. His wife turned her head, looking at the older man's professional-looking face as a masseur, and felt quite safe. She figured that since he was asking so politely, he wouldn't make any inappropriate advances. Plus, she was genuinely worried about the cleanliness of the clothes.

The older man continued massaging his wife, first using various lateral rotational kneading techniques on her shoulders, which she, a long-time teacher, thoroughly enjoyed.

Then he massaged her back and lower back, saying as he massaged, "These acupoints on your lower back are very important. Massaging them regularly will ensure we have a happy sex life every day." His wife blushed.

At this point, her breasts, which had been hidden under the small blanket, were partially exposed from the side. However, due to her physical comfort, trust in the older man, and previous experience with exposure, she didn't seem to care much. She closed her eyes, enjoying the older man's strong massage. Her body, always sensitive, became excited, and her lower body began to secrete fluid.

Next, the massage focused on her waist and buttocks. Seeing the alluring buttocks exposed by her small panties, the older man guessed that his wife must be an open-minded young woman, belonging to the new generation. He praised her profusely (still in a soft voice), saying, "Girl, your butt is so beautiful. I come into contact with massage people every day, mostly middle-aged and elderly, and occasionally young people, but your butt is the most beautiful I've ever seen." Although some of his words were frivolous, his wife, used to being flattered, felt no aversion. With her eyes closed, she said,

"Uncle, you're just making fun of me." Her face turned bright red.

It seemed that someone was listening to their conversation, but his wife didn't notice.

"Young lady, you're sweating, your panties are all wet. Do you want to take them off? It's uncomfortable to be sitting

like this," the older man cautiously probed. His wife was practically melting, especially with other people around, making her heart race even more. She readily agreed.

The older man slowly removed his wife's thong from under the blanket, taking it off her long, slender legs, and then covered her with the blanket again. His wife felt extremely excited.

Just then, the older man received a phone call. His wife, lying on the bed, felt the massage pause and looked up. Seeing him on the phone, she buried her face back in the pillow.

However, the bald man who had been reading in the inner room seemed to have left and was now sitting on the bed next to her, intently reading. "

There really are enthusiasts studying this,"

the wife thought. " It seems the allure of Traditional Chinese Medicine is still quite strong.

" She then took out her music phone, put in the earphones, and listened to music while waiting for the older man to finish his call and continue the massage.

She closed her eyes and adjusted her body under the blanket to a comfortable position. Unbeknownst to her, a pair of eyes were watching her body.

After the pause, the massage sensation returned to her buttocks, the pleasure slowly building. A pair of strong hands grasped and kneaded her shapely buttocks, displaying all their massage skills.

The wife vaguely sensed a slight difference in the massage technique, but couldn't quite put her finger on it. However, the feeling was still wonderful. At this moment, the wife, completely naked under the blanket, was extremely excited; the sheet beneath her vagina was even slightly damp.

As his hands squeezed her buttocks, they intentionally or unintentionally parted her buttocks, revealing her anus and overflowing vagina, then gently glided over her inner thighs.

With her somewhat aroused tacit consent, his hands more intentionally or unintentionally rubbed her exposed labia majora and minora. His wife almost cried out in pleasure, if it weren't for the other people inside.

Time seemed to pass so slowly. Then, his wife felt as if a finger was repeatedly rubbing her genitals, even touching her already sensitive clitoris.

She felt it was a bit excessive, but remembering she had never been exposed to Traditional Chinese Medicine, she figured it was probably part of the massage.

She continued listening to music.

The music combined with the massage felt wonderful.

Her buttocks felt like they were melting.

Then, it seemed like someone came out from inside to open the door and leave. The wife looked up and saw the older man still on the phone, while the bald man beside her seemed to have just turned around and sat down, stretching as if he was tired from something. The wife pulled her blanket over herself again to prevent it from slipping off and exposing her to those around.

The older man put down the phone, seemingly exchanging glances with the bald man, as he walked over. The wife was a little puzzled; why was this older man on so many calls today?

This older man, who usually massaged middle-aged and elderly women, was giving a very energetic and skillful massage to such a hot woman this time, although he occasionally touched her sensitive areas. But overall, it seemed her judgment was correct; the older man's professional ethics were quite good.

The wife thought to herself (actually, her body was really hoping for penetration, hehe, unfortunately not by her husband). Next came the front massage. The wife turned over, and her body, which hadn't had time to cover herself with the blanket, immediately felt the gazes of those around her, but the blanket was quickly pulled back up. Without the bra's protection, the breasts were rhythmically deformed under the man's powerful massage, sometimes resembling round apples, sometimes flat mangoes—each shape so alluring.

Every now and then, the man would flick his index finger at the nipple, driving his wife nearly mad… Just then, an elderly man led his grandson in; he was a regular customer of the man, and he came in grimacing and yelling.

The wife quickly pulled the blanket over herself, covering her exposed skin.

"Old Zhang, my back is hurting terribly today, like it's going to break. Could you please massage it for me?" The man looked troubled, torn between the beautiful customer he was massaging and his urgent customer.

The kind-hearted wife, listening nearby, then said to the man, "Why don't you go massage him first? I can wait a bit." Her words provided the man with a way out. The middle-aged man said, "Young lady, how about this, you can have this masseur give you a massage, his technique is quite good." The wife looked up at the bald man.

(The wife felt a little disgusted.)

"It's okay, I'm not in a hurry," the wife refused.

"Then take a look at our massage service menu first."

"Take a look first." He then handed the wife a slip of paper.

There was no one in the inner room. After confirming this, the wife rolled up the blanket, wrapped herself up, picked up her phone and clothes, and went into the inner room to carefully read the words on the slip of paper.

When she saw the complete sexual dysfunction treatment package, she blushed, and then noticed that the massage was divided into male and female.

Then the wife peeked out from the house and greeted the uncle, indicating she wanted to ask him a question. Just then, the uncle finished cupping and came over, smiling and saying, "You're young, aren't you? You're easygoing.

Actually, this massage is mainly done by a machine, so you don't need to worry about being groped." "This machine has several electrode pads. You apply massage liquid to some acupoints on your body, place the electrode pads, and you can start the massage. It's very simple, right? Of course, these acupoints are very helpful in improving liver and kidney function and enhancing marital sex life. You can try it." "Okay, I'll do this." The uncle brought out the massage machine. The wife lay down on her back.

Then the uncle applied massage liquid to two smaller massage pads and placed them on her nipples and areolas, with the edges of the electrode pads touching the nipples, giving the wife a tingling sensation.

Then he took out two more massage electrode pads coated with liquid and placed them on the inside of the wife's groin. Finally, he took out a flatter, longer massage pad and placed it below the wife's lower abdomen, near the clitoris. Finally, he covered the wife with a blanket.

Then, the older man slowly turned on the machine, gradually increasing the intensity of the massage current.

His wife felt as if an invisible hand was enveloping her entire body; waves of pleasure washed over her like surf on a silver beach. Slowly, she closed her eyes… Just then, there were voices outside. It sounded like two electricians had come in, apparently to check the wiring in the next room. They asked if anyone was inside, their tone suggesting they knew the people there well. Then, the bald man's voice said, "It's nothing, there's just a slut in there. I gave her a massage while Old Zhang was on the phone, and she almost had an orgasm." "You two go ahead and do your thing," the two electricians said, walking straight in after receiving permission… Hearing someone use foul language, his wife was surprised, angry, and excited all at once.

Thinking about how a disgusting bald man had touched her buttocks earlier, a warm current surged through her vagina again.

She decided to stop thinking about it and continued the massage.

His wife, enjoying the surfing sensation with her eyes closed, assumed it was the older man again and didn't open them. Two middle-aged men, seeing their wives exposed on the bed covered only by a blanket, were filled with lust. They peeked at their wives while fiddling with the electrical circuits.

Soon, the wife sensed their strange gazes, but being naked and covered by the blanket, she dared not move. She

could only blush and continue her previous actions. The pleasure intensified; the stimulation of exposure and the massage machine intertwined, sending her reeling in waves of ecstasy. Her blood surged in her lower abdomen.

Just then, the grandson of one of the massage men outside unexpectedly ran in, stumbling and tripping over the massage machine's power cord. The cord was covered by the blanket, and the immediate result was that the blanket slipped off the wife's body, exposing her naked body and genitals to everyone. Startled, the wife instinctively shifted her body.

Anyone with a bit of experience knows that the electrodes must be de-energized before being removed from the body, otherwise they will generate a very strong current stimulation in a short period of time. Moving the body resulted in all the electrodes slightly slipping off the wife's skin. Already teetering on the edge of orgasm, the wife, now naked in front of several strangers, was subjected to a powerful current (this current was only very stimulating, not harmful) stimulating her most sensitive areas.

Waves of spasms surged through her, finally erupting.

Then, a mixture of urine and lymph fluid gushed from her genitals, shooting a perfect arc through the air towards the electrician. Seeing her incontinent body, coupled with the intense orgasm, the wife, overwhelmed with shame, finally cried out amidst the crashing waves. The uncle outside heard the scream, concernedly lifting the curtain, and vaguely saw several men walking towards her simultaneously. The wife lost consciousness… After a long while, the wife awoke, seemingly in a different bed, covered with a larger blanket. The middle-aged man, with a lecherous yet somewhat benevolent look, said, "That was the electrician; they're gone. Miss, would you like any other services?" (The understanding man didn't mention his wife's worry about incontinence,

for which she was very grateful.) "No, I should go home," the wife said kindly but somewhat helplessly. As she dressed and walked out of the inner room, the bald man sat to one side, looking at her disgustedly again. That lecherous gaze made her decide never to come here again. With

mixed feelings, she left the traditional Chinese medicine massage studio and headed home.

She figured her husband should be home by now; she could tell him about the embarrassing incident—his safe haven, a place where she could confide many of her secrets.

After waiting for his wife to finish her story, I knew I had another chapter to write. I picked up my pen and started typing.

The familiar sound of typing filled the room…

[The End]

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