My teacher's wife who loved me

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That was the first time in my life I had ever touched a woman's body. It wasn't until I married my wife that I understood the true meaning behind her wailing and crying that year…
Right after graduating high school, my father sent me to a friend's place far from home to apprentice as a carpenter. My master was a very short-tempered man, prone to drinking, and when he was drunk, he would take it out
on his wife, beating and verbally abusing her. His furniture factory was very successful; he often visited customers, sometimes traveling for business or sales, leaving him away for days at a time, leaving all the housework to my wife and me. My master's wife was a beautiful and kind woman, more than ten years younger than him. Her virtue and beauty made me deeply envious, even jealous, of him. However, my master's wife had a hard life; bruises were often visible on her neck and arms, but she always endured it, never complaining.
She always had a smiling face towards me, and every morning she would cook me two sweet eggs, saying that I did heavy work and was still growing, so I needed extra nutrition. Every day she would also prepare clean clothes and bathwater for me and bring them to my room. This touched me deeply.
One summer evening, the power suddenly went out. My master wasn't home, so I rushed to his wife's room for candles. As soon as I entered, I was stunned. She had just finished bathing by candlelight, and her upper body was naked; she was fanning herself with a small paper fan. Instinctively, she covered her chest with the fan, her eyes filled with shyness and tenderness as she said, "I'm not wearing any clothes..." I hurriedly pulled away, my heart pounding. It was the first time I'd ever seen a woman's body so exposed before me, especially one as fair and alluring as my master's.
She put on her pajamas and then brought me candles to light. I couldn't look into her eyes; I sensed a warmth and deep affection in them that I'd never felt before. I didn't say a word and went to sleep. That night, my mind was in turmoil. I finally drifted off to sleep just before dawn. In my dream, I was entangled with the body of a fair-skinned, delicate woman. When I woke up, my lower
body was wet. This was also the first time in my life I had ever had a wet dream. One day, my master drank too much again and picked up a board to beat his wife. Contrary to my usual behavior, I resolutely stepped forward and took a heavy blow for her. My arm immediately became red
, swollen, and bruised. My master scolded me for meddling. I retorted angrily: "She's your wife! Hitting someone is against the law, do you understand?!" My master's eyes widened, and he left without saying a word. My master's wife was extremely distressed. She brought some red antiseptic and carefully cleaned me, then massaged me with her soft hands.
She pulled me into the bed and kept adjusting the blankets. Her round breasts were almost pressed against my body, and the overwhelming fragrance of her body was suffocating. After adjusting the blankets, she started to tidy my pillow. Her long, beautiful hair had fallen onto my face, and my psychological defenses completely collapsed. With a gentle pull, my master's wife's entire body eagerly collapsed into my arms, pinning me beneath her. She pulled down my underwear, inserting my already erect member into her, then moaned, lost in ecstasy. At that moment, I was both excited and nervous, like a shy maiden allowing a man to manipulate and torment me. I felt fear, fear that my master would suddenly burst in, fear… Just as I calmed down and prepared to reciprocate her advances, my master's wife suddenly screamed loudly, so intensely, followed by a burst of sobbing. I was stunned by her sudden reaction and quickly called out softly, "What's wrong?" She stroked my chest and said contentedly, "I'm crying because I'm happy. Meeting you in this life, I'd die happy. Your master drinks all day, he's no longer a man…"
Although it was my first time entering a woman's body, and it happened under my master's wife, I didn't leave anything inside her. Because of my nervousness, I didn't do what a man should do. This later became a kind of spiritual comfort when I married my wife.
Suddenly, someone knocked on the door. It was my master, who had returned. He shouted outside the door: "Where have all the people gone?! Why aren't you working?" My master's wife hurriedly put on her clothes and fled through the back door. I closed the back door and opened the front door again. My master's eyes were red. My heart was trembling.
Although my master didn't know about our affair, I was still guilty, so much so that afterwards, I would tremble whenever I saw my master. Finally, one day, because I was distracted while working, I cut my finger. I wanted to go home. My master, seeing that I had almost mastered the craft and couldn't work for him anymore, agreed.
Before I left, my master's wife said to me: "You are smart and capable. Why don't you start a furniture factory when you get home? Your master and I can help you!"
When I got home, I opened the quilt that my master's wife had washed clean and found five hundred yuan and a packet of ginseng from Northeast China inside. Only then did I remember my master's wife's instructions before she left. At that moment, my vision blurred.
Two years later, I got married and finally understood the true meaning behind my master's wife's wailing and crying all those years ago. With the help of my master and his wife, my furniture factory opened. My wife and I often visited my master's home. My master had developed liver disease due to excessive drinking and could no longer work. Our child was still in high school, and the burden of supporting the family suddenly fell entirely on my master's wife's shoulders. I was truly worried about her health.
Due to fierce market competition and a lack of start-up capital for new products, my furniture factory was on the verge of bankruptcy. My wife was so anxious that she cried, and I was also restless. Just then, my master's wife came to see us. My wife explained the situation, and the next day, my master's wife brought us 50,000 yuan.
My wife gratefully called her "Sister!" With this 50,000 yuan, my business quickly got back on track. A year later, the factory doubled in size, and my wife and I found ourselves increasingly overwhelmed. So, we discussed with my wife the possibility of hiring my master's wife to help with odd jobs at the factory since she had no income at home and had to support my master. We offered her a higher salary. My wife readily agreed and quickly invited my master's wife to come over.
Watching my wife and my mentor's wife come and go in my factory like sisters, chatting and laughing, with my child affectionately calling her godmother, filled me with immense joy.
My mentor's wife is no longer the same woman she once was; she has grown old, and in her forties, she already shows signs of aging similar to my mother, which makes me feel a pang of sadness.

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