The story of the cuckolded teacher

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I am a 41-year-old middle school teacher, teaching English at a certain middle school. My wife is 36 years old and works as a workshop foreman in a hosiery and knitting factory. Our income is relatively stable, and with our daughter studying away from home, we have fewer worries. Now that

I'm middle-aged, my physical strength isn't as good as it used to be, and coupled with my busy work schedule, my sex life with my wife isn't entirely fulfilling. My wife is in her prime, and sometimes I can't meet her demands. Although she doesn't blame me, I understand she's a little dissatisfied.

One day, a friend came to visit. Old friends always have to share drinks. I asked my wife to cook, and then I chatted enthusiastically with my friend. My friend is a driver for a company owner and used to be an appliance repairman. Our washing machine happened to be broken, so I asked him to fix it. It was a hot day, so we were all wearing light clothing, and he was lying on the floor, looking up, to fix the machine. When my wife brought the dishes over, I noticed her eyes glancing at my old friend's crotch. My heart skipped a beat; was I being too sensitive? But when my wife put the dishes on the table and went back to the kitchen, I noticed her eyes glancing at him again. This made me suspicious, but it didn't prove anything, so I let it go.

At the table, my wife, my old friend, and I chatted, drank, and ate, having a great time. After a few drinks, my head started to spin. This damn alcohol! I hadn't had any in a while and I was already drunk. I told my wife to continue eating with my friend while I half-slumped on the table to rest. I don't know how much time passed before I opened my sleepy eyes and saw my wife's beautiful legs and my old friend's feet brazenly teasing me. I imagined their expressions at the table. I suddenly looked up, ready to lash out, but seeing their panicked expressions, I thought that if I acted now, none of us would be able to save face. So I pretended to go to the bathroom. I staggered into the bathroom (actually, I wasn't very drunk) and left the door ajar to see what they would do.

For a long time, nothing happened. They were all eating with their heads down. Perhaps because I'd been in the bathroom for so long, my wife asked, "Are you done yet?" I thought I'd better see what happens next, so I pretended to reply from the bathroom, "My stomach hurts. You guys eat first, I'll be out in a while." Then I quietly hid behind the door, watching them. Sure enough, as I expected, my old friend's groping hands were quietly violating my wife's genitals. I saw him staring at her flushed face, slowly pulling down her white stockings, about to violate her sensitive area, when my wife quietly stopped him, shaking her hand as if to signal him something. Nothing else happened, and I came out. Although we continued chatting and drinking, I was seething with anger, but I couldn't vent it.

After my old friend left, I didn't get angry with my wife, but I didn't pretend to be happy either. My wife unbuttoned my shirt and slowly pulled down my underwear, wanting to make love to me. But thinking about what had just happened, I felt both excited and angry. I don't know why, but I felt a kind of thrill, but morality held me back, preventing me from being interested in my wife's behavior.

Who would have thought that a few days later, the school organized a business trip for me to a school in another province? I thought, "Great, leaving my wife behind for a few days on business, won't that give her an opportunity to cheat on me?" I returned home sullenly. My wife asked me what was wrong, and I said that the school had sent me to a school in another city for a few days. My wife said that was great, a chance to get some experience, but I could see a gleam in her eyes, a kind of lust that was about to overflow. Was it really impossible to avoid?

The next day, I explained the situation to the school leaders, fabricated a story, and had another teacher go to the school in my place. But I didn't tell my wife that I wasn't going, because I wanted to see what she would do in the next few days.

A few days later was my first day of "business trip." I returned home intending to say goodbye to my wife, but she wasn't home. Suddenly, an exciting idea popped into my head: the cabinet in our house had a lot of space on top, and it was well-ventilated. Why not hide on top of it and spy on everything happening in the room? It was practically the same as installing a camera. Thinking about it, I decided to try it. And guess what? It was amazing! Hiding on top, no one could see me, but the view from inside was crystal clear. I was determined to find out everything that would happen in the next few days.

But the first day was incredibly frustrating. My wife was either sleeping or playing on her phone and watching TV in the room, dressed very provocatively. It was the first time I'd ever spied on my wife like this. White sheer stockings, pink panties, and a loose top that couldn't hide her ample breasts. My penis was hard all day. To be honest, in all our years of marriage, this was the day I felt most sexually aroused. I really wanted to get down and have sex with her. But remembering my mission, I held back.

The next day, when I woke up in the cabinet, I was surprised to find that my "old friend" had arrived. My wife bought a lot of groceries, as if it were a big deal. For most of the day, I just saw them chatting happily on the sofa. Occasionally, my wife would put her hand on her old friend's shoulder to read his text messages. Damn it, it made me uncomfortable. That old friend would occasionally touch my wife's butt, and she didn't resist.

It was like they were flirting. Just as I was feeling sleepy again, I witnessed a scene that excited me: my wife slowly brought her lips to my old friend's, and the two kissed quietly, sucking each other's tongues. My friend's hands kneaded my wife's breasts, slowly pulling down her bra to reveal her full breasts. Then he lowered his head and began to suckle her nipples. My wife let out a soft moan. I saw her lustful and excited expression. It seemed that after my business trip, her desires had been completely unleashed in this affair. My wife's hand unconsciously reached for my friend's crotch, fumbling frantically for the zipper that prevented the sin from escaping. She slowly unzipped it, slipped her hand inside, and stirred it around, pulling out a very thick penis. It had become so large because of my wife's caresses. It

was even a little bigger than mine. My friend's hands were no longer at rest; he pulled up my wife's short skirt, revealing her white panties, which were soaking wet. My wife always said her vagina was dry during sex, making it painful. Right now, her vagina must be very slippery, because she'd let other men's large penises penetrate her, right? My penis throbbed with excitement; I really wanted to run out and have sex with my friend's slutty wife.

My friend carried my wife to the bed, and the two of them frantically tore at each other's clothes. My friend quickly pulled down my wife's panties, then pulled his own pants down as far as they could. My wife hurriedly pulled open the clothes covering her breasts, one hand holding my friend's thick penis, rubbing it against her vaginal opening for a while, then lifting her beautiful buttocks and slowly inserting his penis into her vagina. At that moment, my friend and my wife both groaned "Mmm," as if their long-dormant desires were being eagerly satisfied. My wife tightly hugged my friend's waist, letting his penis remain inside her vagina.

And I, hiding in the closet, my underwear soaked with precum from my glans, held my breath, slowly pulled down my underwear, gripped my penis, and watched my cheating wife and old friend masturbate. After a long while, they finally snapped out of their passionate kiss. My wife, her face flushed and panting, softly murmured, "Go ahead, do it, I'm getting a little uncomfortable."

My old friend slowly moved his hips, thrusting his penis in and out of my wife's vagina. With each thrust, my wife cried out passionately—something I'd never experienced with my wife in over ten years of making love. Her excitement and arousal had never been like this before. The affair truly brought the wife immense satisfaction. While thrusting, her friend asked, "Your husband isn't as good as me, is he?" The wife, lost in her own world, replied, "He hasn't done it with me in ages, and he's not as good as you. I love the feeling of you on top of me, it's so great, so incredibly great! I've never known how exciting an affair can be. My pussy feels so itchy, keep going, I feel so good!!!" Hearing this, the friend's thrusts became even more vigorous. His wife was truly wanton; such provocative words would make anyone want to fuck her harder.

My friend began thrusting quickly and powerfully, and my wife responded to his thrusts. The forceful "slap slap" sounds between her buttocks excited me immensely. I felt a suffocating sensation in my mind. The feeling of being unfaithful to my wife, unfaithful to my friend, and this peculiar voyeuristic aura intensified my pleasure. My wife cried out passionately, my friend continued thrusting, and I masturbated like a piston, creating a beautiful symphony. Suddenly, my wife arched her back to its highest point, allowing my friend's penis to thrust in and out relentlessly. Her previously unrestrained moans stopped abruptly. In five or six seconds, her beautiful buttocks slumped limply onto the soft bed, and she slowly breathed heavily. I knew my wife had reached her climax; it was the first time I had ever seen her so frenzied. I witnessed someone else bring my wife to orgasm! My friend, still full of energy, continued thrusting relentlessly into my already climaxing wife, moaning intermittently. He shouted, "I'm coming, I'm coming!" My wife immediately arched her hips to meet his powerful thrusts, echoing, "Come on, shoot, shoot it all inside me, I want it all!!" My friend's body convulsed several times, ejaculating into my wife's vagina. She held his hips tightly without resistance, taking it all.

Afterwards, my wife left, my friend left, and I left too. I stood there, unwilling to leave. If my wife knew I hadn't left, so be it. That scene, that excitement and humiliation, surged through my brain. If it weren't for what happened later, I probably wouldn't have divorced her, and perhaps I wouldn't have written all of this down. This is a true story that happened to me. Although I'm remarried now, I wrote it all down for revenge.

Later, my wife didn't realize I hadn't gone on a business trip because I returned to the teachers' dormitory at the school and slept there for a few days. When I got home, she didn't mention it, and my wife was very attentive, asking me all sorts of questions.

A few days later, my old friend actually came again. He had the audacity to come back! Just thinking about how he ejaculated inside my wife made me feel disgusted!

But I calmly chatted with them. Damn it, this guy wanted to have dinner and bought several bottles of alcohol—one bottle of baijiu and a dozen bottles of rice wine and beer. Looks like he was trying to get me drunk? I thought, since you want to do this, I'll play along. Sure enough, my wife calmly drank with my friend. After two glasses of baijiu, I deliberately pretended to be drunk, saying, "I really can't take it anymore, honey, you drink with him. Help me to the room, I need to lie down for a while, I need to lie down for a while." My wife helped me into the room, covered me with a blanket, and then closed the door and went back to the living room. I couldn't be more lucid at that moment. Seeking that thrill, I got out of bed and quietly opened the door a crack, watching the two scoundrels resume their lewd acts. This time, however, my wife said, "Let's sleep next to him after he falls asleep, and do it right next to him. That'll be more exciting." My friend chimed in.

I cursed inwardly: Damn it, how could I have married such a slutty wife?

So I pretended to be asleep. A moment later, someone opened the door, and two people tiptoed in. My friend softly asked, "He won't wake up, will he?" My wife replied, "No, he'll sleep soundly when he's drunk." Although the conversation was very quiet, I heard it all. My wife whispered in my ear, "Honey, are you asleep?" I remained calm, pretending to be fast asleep. A short while later, seeing I didn't react, my friend pulled my wife close and began kissing her passionately. My wife gasped for breath, vigorously stroking my friend, then slowly fell down beside me, seemingly unafraid of waking me. I was furious. Such a bold act—would I still want this wife? My friend pulled down my wife's underwear in one swift motion, and my wife followed suit... She took off her clothes, grasped his penis and rubbed it until it slowly grew larger, then guided it to her vaginal opening, whispering, "Is it exciting?

Right next to my husband, I want your penis, fuck me!!!" My friend couldn't wait to thrust his penis into my wife's vagina. The sounds of their bodies merging, the mingling of their fluids, were right beside me, I could hear them clearly. My wife's slightly drunken panting, her very soft "ah" sounds, and my friend's thrusting made the whole bed rise and fall rhythmically. It

was a bit too much, a bit too much. I felt an unbearable urge, but I was still trying my best to suppress it, my little brother began to swell. And they became more and more intense, the rhythmic sounds of their bodies colliding, their unrestrained intercourse, lasting for fifteen minutes right next to me. My wife's breathing became heavier and heavier, she began to whisper: Don't stop, don't stop, I'm about to come, I want it, give it to me!! My friend kept thrusting, the pleasure intensifying, even to the point of forgetting herself and moaning. I suddenly had a mischievous urge. I wanted to roar at that moment, to crush them, to terrify them, so that I could feel a sense of balance!

My wife's hips rose higher and higher, and my friend whispered, "I'm coming!!" I thought this was it, so I suddenly stood up and glared at them: "Enough?!" My wife's face was flushed, her eyes watery as she looked at me. My friend's gaze was also fixed on me, but they showed no sign of stopping. Instead, they became more and more intense. My friend suddenly grabbed my wife's breasts, and they kissed passionately at the same time. Under my glare, they both convulsed violently. My friend thrust a few more times, ejaculating his thick semen into my wife's vagina. They had reached orgasm simultaneously and completed their affair in front of me without any shame. Perhaps that intoxicating climax was simply too much to bear.

I didn't blame them. To be honest, it excited me, but I wouldn't want that woman anymore. I chose divorce.

To commemorate this special experience, I wrote it down.

[The End]

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