Female teacher retaliates by cheating

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Miki is a beautiful female teacher and the wife of my friend Carol. I've known them for two years. When I first met Miki, I was stunned by her beauty and secretly felt sorry that she was married to my friend.

She's about 28 years old and a middle school teacher. I haven't asked her specific major, but judging from her gentle and refined demeanor, I figured she must have graduated with a degree in Chinese literature. She has an oval face, long, straight hair, and when she looks at you, it's as if she can draw your soul out. Her smile is sweet, and she has a very gentle personality. She

's definitely a beautiful and virtuous wife. Sometimes I secretly observe her, and she speaks to me generously and kindly. Unfortunately, her husband often travels to different parts of the country for work and doesn't have time to spend with her.

We live in the same city—Qingdao (Shandong Province)—and she lives close to me, so we often talk on the phone, have dinner together, and so on.

We both maintain a very proper relationship. She loves her husband, and he loves her; they get along very well.

I had absolutely no intention of ruining their relationship; I just wanted them to be happy. Every move she made exuded a femininity I hadn't noticed before, which began to stir an unknown emotion within me.

Then one night, it was raining heavily outside, and our doorbell suddenly rang loudly: "Ring...ring...ring..." "Coming!"

I opened the door and was immediately struck by Miki's swollen eyes, tears streaming down her face, her clothes soaked through. My heart clenched.

She rushed over and hugged me. I closed the door, took her to sit on the sofa, and then burst into tears.

"What's wrong? Sister-in-law, who's been hurting you? Come in!"

"My husband...my husband...he doesn't want me anymore!"

"What did you say?" I exclaimed in shock.

"He...he has another woman!"

What? I couldn't accept it. I knew her husband was a very loving husband; how could this be?

"I found a box of used condoms in his t-shirt pocket. We never used condoms when we had sex. I questioned him about it, but he didn't answer and just went back to his room. What should I do? What should I do? Please tell me, please, I beg you!" she cried.

"Could it be a misunderstanding?"

"A misunderstanding? He's never lied to me, he's never lied to me!" I hugged her, and she sobbed on my shoulder. Slowly, the crying subsided. Suddenly, she realized we were embracing very intimately. She blushed but didn't let go.

"You're soaking wet, you'll catch a cold. Go take a shower!"

I took her hand and led her to the bathroom. She didn't let go. I said, "I'll find you a towel, take off your wet clothes!" "Take off my clothes?"

"I'll dry them!"

She smiled and went into the bathroom. I heard her taking off her clothes. Then I found a large towel and placed it outside the bathroom. That smile from earlier... it was so beautiful... I thought.

A moment later, the sound of water stopped, and the beautiful woman emerged, wrapped in a bath towel. I was stunned by her beauty after her bath, staring at her intently.

"I'm sorry!" she broke the silence, saying shyly.

"It's alright, it's okay. You can sleep in my room tonight, I'll sleep outside!" I said, putting her wet clothes into the washing machine.

"Thank you!" she said to me.

"It's nothing!"

After finishing the washing machine, just as I was about to turn around, she suddenly hugged me from behind.

"My husband... he doesn't want me anymore!" she said, tears streaming down her face again.

"No, he's a good person, a good husband!" I comforted her.

"No, you're good to me too!"

I turned around, looking at her face. She looked so pitiful; who could bear to hurt her?

"Do you like me?" she suddenly asked.

I remained silent for a moment, then said, "You're married!"

"My husband is too, but he doesn't care about my feelings and keeps a mistress. So why can't I find other men?" She hugged me tightly. "Do you despise me? Because I've slept with other men?" "No, absolutely not!"

I answered resolutely. "I've always admired you!"

She grinned slyly. "I know!" Suddenly, I realized I'd fallen for her trap.

She looked at me with seductive eyes, then hugged me tightly again, whispering in my ear, "I already knew!" Since she already knew, I wouldn't hold back.

I looked into her eyes, and slowly, my lips met hers. "Mmm...mmm..." Soft, fragrant, and sensual lips—our desire was ignited.

After a long while, our lips parted. I looked at her, tenderly stroking her hair, and finally mustered the courage to ask, "Can you stay with me tonight?" She looked at me with a hint of surprise, then gave me a sweet smile, remaining silent.

I knew that tonight, no one could stop what was about to happen.

I carried her into the room and gently placed her on my bed, kissing her while massaging her neck, shoulders, and arms with my hands.

"Mmm...you're so gentle!"

I ignored her praise; all I wanted to do was help her relax and enjoy what was to come. I began massaging her head and shoulders, then her body.

Her breasts were very firm, probably a 32D, with just the right feel. I pressed on her breasts while caressing and massaging her body.

"Mmm...so comfortable, you're so good. My husband doesn't know how to do these things!" Then, I slowly explored her secret garden, and unexpectedly, she was already wet.

"Sister-in-law, you're very wet. Is it really comfortable?" I touched her, my hands were wet, and showed them to her.

"You're so bad...you're bullying me!"

"Fine then!" I stopped.

"Why did you stop? Keep going..."

she protested, "Good brother, good lover, please spare this little girl..." Seeing that the time was right, I said to her, "Well, good sister, here I come..." I took off my clothes, then pressed her down. Before she could react, my lips were on hers. I kissed her, and she responded passionately.

Then, I pulled off her towel and looked down at her naked body.

"Don't look..." she said, trying to cover her breasts with her arms, but I could see everything below.

She blushed and said, "You bad man!"

"Let me see!" I smiled and spread her arms.

Before me was a perfect body, fair skin, smooth as white jade, firm breasts, a well-proportioned figure, and flowing water below—an absolute beauty, an absolute goddess.

"What's wrong? Am I ugly?" she asked shyly.

"Absolutely not!"

I said. "With such a wonderful wife, I really don't know what your husband thinks!" She smiled and said, "You're lying to me, aren't you?"

I immediately said, "No, let me prove how attractive you are to me!" She hummed in agreement, and I immediately embraced her, kissing her while massaging her body with my hands. Then I spread her legs apart, propped her waist up with a pillow, slightly raising her genitals, and placed her beautiful legs on my shoulders.

"Sister-in-law, I'm here!"

"Don't call me sister-in-law, call me Miki. Tonight, I'm yours!" I couldn't hold back any longer, and thrust my already throbbing, hard penis all the way into her soaking wet vagina.

"Ah..." she moaned contentedly.

"Hoo..." I groaned softly, not moving.

Perhaps because she hadn't made love with her husband for a long time, her vagina was very tight, gripping my penis with great pleasure. I could feel like many tiny hands inside her vagina, caressing my penis.

Her vagina was like a straw, trying to suck away every last drop of my essence, but what moved me most was that I had finally slept with this married woman I had been longing for day and night.

Miki seemed to sense my thoughts as well. She looked at me with a "whatever" expression, and I understood perfectly, immediately beginning my piston-like movements.

Women are very sensitive during sex. My ex-girlfriend once told me in bed, "Be gentle with the woman you're sleeping with!" I still remember that. So, I slowly but firmly thrust into her, pulling out and then slowly going all the way in.

Thrusting in and out of my beloved woman, I stopped holding her and instead held her hands.

I had read in a book that many men only like to hug a woman's body during sex, but if you hold her hands, she can feel your tenderness more.

As expected, she giggled, clearly enjoying it. Now she was completely on top of me.

She looked at me, responding to my movements, and slowly, I felt her body begin to heat up.

"Oh...oh...oh...mmm...mmm...mmm..." I kissed her to stop her from moaning, but my penis kept withdrawing from her vagina, then penetrating again, then withdrawing again, then penetrating again.

I was kissing her forcefully, but the sensation was still intense. She hugged me tightly, her legs clamping around me, wanting me to go deeper.

I didn't disappoint her, gently but powerfully thrusting into her. Later, I moved my focus, kissing her neck, shoulders, and then her chest.

I gently sucked on her nipples, teasing them with my tongue before releasing them. Soon, her nipples hardened, and her skin began to redden—proof that she was enjoying being penetrated, and that she was close to orgasm.

Knowing this, I immediately hardened my penis and increased the speed of my thrusts. She hugged me tightly, crying out loudly.

"Ah...ah...ah...husband...fuck me...ah...ah...fuck me...ah...ah...I want you...ah...do you like me?" "Mmm...I...I like you, Miki, you're so beautiful...so hot...I like you...give it to me...I want it..." I felt great being gripped by her vagina, and soon I knew I was about to ejaculate.

"It's coming...it's coming...ah...ah...ah...so good..." she cried out in a daze.

"Miki, come on, I'm going to cum, let's orgasm together!" I whispered in her ear.

Soon, I shot every last drop of my semen deep into her, and at the same time, she orgasmed too.

Her bodily fluids mingled with my semen, flowing out from where we were intimately joined, a truly erotic scene. We embraced and kissed, slowly savoring the afterglow of our climax.

"You're so naughty, look what you've done to me..." she scolded playfully.

"I can't help it, you're so sexy, naturally I... But... are you comfortable?" she said with a sweet smile, "Why are you asking me such a question now..." "I want... I want to make you happy, to make you joyful. Although I can't marry you, at least I hope to make you happy... in my bed..." She looked steadily into my eyes for a long time, then whispered gently in my ear, "You did it... I... am very happy, very comfortable... I... really like it!" Hearing these words, I was overjoyed. Looking at her shy and bashful appearance, my penis hardened again.

She immediately sensed it, her face flushing: "How could it be so fast?"

I laughed and said, "It's your charm...wife!"

She looked at me and whispered, "Husband, take me...fuck me!" "Yes, ma'am, I'll fuck you!" That night, we once again enjoyed tender intimacy...

[The End]

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