Female teacher's repressed sexual desire

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I'm 31 years old and have been married for 3 years. My husband is a high-earning and very busy man. I only see him once every two or three weeks, and after a few words, he rushes off again. I teach at a middle school, so I'm not very busy. When I don't have classes, I prepare lessons, surf the internet, and play mahjong. I like to sit in front of the computer after playing mahjong, surf the internet, and then go to sleep. People think I'm lucky to have such a capable husband, but they don't know that what truly makes me happy is that I have two husbands, one 33 years old and the other 18.

I met him, my 18-year-old husband, online 8 months ago. He listed his age as 32 on QQ. I never realized he was a high school student because he never let me see his face during video chats. He's very flirtatious; every time we chat, he makes me blush and my nipples harden. At his insistence, I started calling him "husband." After each chat, I masturbate. He satisfies my loneliness, and I satisfy my insatiable sexual desire through masturbation. The real transgression started last week.

Last Saturday, I sat down at the computer on time as usual, and he was already there waiting for me. We opened the video chat and started talking. "How are you, honey? Missed me?" For some reason, his voice was very excited.

"Yeah, really."

"Divorce him and marry me! Hehe!"

"You really want to marry me? What's so great about you? Hehe..."

"What do you want?"

"Well, you not only have to satisfy my mouth up there, but also my bottom." "Well, the top one is a bit difficult, but the bottom one is no problem." "Don't talk nonsense, I don't believe you." "

Don't believe me? Hmph, let me show you..." As he spoke, he actually stood up and pulled his penis out of his shorts. He pointed the video at his penis and started fiddling with it.

I was startled by his sudden action and couldn't speak, just staring at his penis. His penis wasn't long, but it was indeed very thick, standing tall, with the foreskin naturally separated, and the urethral opening was clearly visible.

"Haha, scared now?"

"Scared of what? I've seen this before, hurry up and put it away!" My voice trembled slightly.

"Why should I put it away?" He sat down and started stroking it, "I just want my wife to see how I can satisfy you."

"Hmm, I don't know..." Watching him stroke my penis back and forth, my breathing became rapid, my breasts swelled quickly, my nipples hardened, and my throat felt dry, as if it were on fire.

"How about it, honey? Want to touch my big cock? It's really hard. If you make me feel good, I'll use it to give you a good time, hehe."

I really hadn't seen or touched a man's penis in a long time. His words made me unbearable, my heart itched uncontrollably, and my lower body started to get wet. But I still wanted to maintain my womanly modesty, so I could only stammer, "Go away, you bad guy, I don't care."

"Honey, don't pretend with me. Look at your blushing face, you must want it, hehe, tell the truth." I felt embarrassed, knowing I couldn't hide it anymore, so I said, "Yes, honey, I do want it a little."

"Tell me, how long has it been since you tasted a penis?" "A long time..." I didn't dare look at him. "Honey, why haven't you ejaculated yet?" "Well... it's not that easy!"

"Honey, do you want to see my... hehe." I suddenly had a strong exhibitionist urge, wanting a man to lewdly look at my body, no matter who he was.

"Yes, yes, wife, hurry up..." he said excitedly.

"Then you wait." After saying that, I got up from the chair. I quickly ran to the bedroom, took off my coat, bra, and skirt, and changed into a low-cut off-shoulder bra, denim shorts, and black fishnet stockings. I looked at myself in the mirror. The white bra made my already full breasts even more prominent, outlining a deep cleavage. The shorts tightly hugged my round buttocks that a wife should have. The black fishnet stockings made me feel like a shameless prostitute soliciting customers on the street. All of this excited me. It was as if I was no longer the female teacher who was supposed to be a role model, but a slut willing to sell her body for physical satisfaction. I quietly returned to the computer, pulled out the chair, and stood in front of him.

"Wow! Wife, you have such a great body!" he said excitedly.

"How is it? Do you like my outfit?" he said with a flirtatious smile.

"I like it, I like it so much, wife, you're so slutty." He increased the speed of his masturbation.

Seeing him rapidly stroking my penis, I couldn't help but start posing seductively. I bent over, pointing the video at my chest so he could see my deep cleavage. I squeezed my breasts together, smiling as I rubbed them. My breasts were so sensitive; with just a slight squeeze, my semi-erect nipples quickly swelled completely. I simply couldn't stop, the more I squeezed, the more I wanted to. Pleasure surged like an electric current from my breasts straight to my genitals; my honey pot was already wet and warm. I groaned softly, tormented by my hands and desire.

"Ah...ah...wife, good wife, be more naughty, faster...I'm going to cum...ah ah...stimulate me..."

Under his rapid stroking, his glans had turned purple, and he continued to groan. I turned around, my back to the video, and stuck out my buttocks for him to admire.

"Ah...ahhh...such a round, big ass, I...I love it so much!" His lewd words soaked my underwear. I pressed one hand against my breasts and rubbed them haphazardly, while the other hand rubbed between my buttocks, cleft, and vulva through my denim shorts. I dared not use force, as if my vulva were a water-filled balloon, and the slightest pressure would cause it to burst. During my wanton performance, his semen filled the video, making my mouth dry. I really wished he were right in front of me. He wiped the semen off the video, and I saw that his penis was still erect.

"Ha, husband, your baby is so disobedient, why isn't it going down yet? You have to teach it a lesson, hehe..."

"Wife, it couldn't resist seeing you so beautiful and wanton." He said with a grin, "Wife, do you want to really try it?"

"..."

"Say something, what are you afraid of?"

"How do we try?" I asked softly.

"Come to my place, okay?"

"Hmm... never mind, I have a husband." Although I really wanted to agree, I hadn't forgotten my responsibilities as a wife.

"What?! He can't satisfy you, but I can! Is he your husband, and I'm not?" He got angry.

"But..."

"My dear wife, please, no buts! Can you bear to let it stay hard like this?" He waved his penis, pleading with me.

I was amused by him, my face turning red as I said, "Okay, okay, I promise." We exchanged phone numbers and agreed that I would go to his house the next day at noon. That night, I tossed and turned, unable to sleep. I was tormented by ethics and erotic dreams, but in the end, desire triumphed over ethics. I hadn't felt so good being tormented by a man's penis in a long time, and I couldn't take it anymore!

The next day, I woke up very early. My heart was itchier than my genitals. No matter what I did, my genitals were always wet, and several times I almost masturbated. I took a shower first, then tried on each piece of clothing in the closet, one by one, and put them back. I wanted to dress in a way that was both dignified and appealing enough to elicit a reaction from him. It wasn't until eleven o'clock that I made my decision. I chose a white lace bra with a push-up design, low-waisted white lace panties, a red open-front short-sleeved top, a white skirt suit, and beige stockings. My long hair was casually draped over my shoulders, exuding the mature fullness unique to married women. I smiled contentedly, picked up my purse, and went out.

I got into the taxi, and the driver kept glancing at me in the rearview mirror, which made me secretly pleased. Suddenly, my phone rang. "Wife!" It was his voice. "I'm kneading dough." "Haha, what are you kneading dough for? To make dumplings for me?" "No, I'm using the dough as your full breasts. When you come, I'll squeeze them like I'm kneading dough, making them feel comfortable, and then I'll suckle your milk, hehe.

" "You pervert." His words stirred my heart. "How can you be so naughty?" "There's worse, wife. Is your lower area wet and itchy? When you come, I'll give you a good scratch. Don't masturbate in the car and get your pants wet; how will you get out?" "Ah...ah!" I couldn't speak, only feeling a tightness in my chest, my mind filled with images of various sex positions. My breathing became rapid, I swallowed hard, squeezed my legs together, and secretly rubbed them together. I dared not move my body; if my hips moved even slightly, my juices would overflow. I think that driver must have thought I was a slutty woman, making pornographic calls and pleasuring myself with my legs in a taxi. After those agonizing ten minutes, I paid the fare amidst the driver's contemptuous laughter and slowly walked towards the building across the street, my legs pressed together.

Following his directions, I arrived at room 302. I turned off my phone, calmed myself, and knocked. The door opened quickly. Standing there was a bald man, completely naked. The thick, dark penis I'd seen the night before was erect at his waist. He was about 1.78 meters tall, quite burly, but all of that couldn't hide his youthful face.

"You…you are…"

"I'm your husband!" He pulled me inside. His apartment wasn't large, a two-bedroom, one-living-room unit, not very tidy, more like a bachelor's dwelling.

"You…how old are you?" I was a little stunned.

"How old do I look to you?" He sat opposite me, legs spread, his penis erect in a defiant manner.

"I can tell you're just a high school student, why did you tell me you're 32?" "You're a teacher, you're quite accurate. I'm a junior in high school. If I didn't tell you I was 32, you wouldn't be talking to me." He said with a grin. I suddenly felt very embarrassed, not knowing whether to stay or leave.

"Does my age matter? We get along, and I can satisfy you, that's enough." "No, you're so young, I... I can't accept it." Saying that, I stood up and slowly walked towards the door, but I hesitated. His burly body and thick penis were irresistibly attractive to me. I knew I had fallen in love with his body. Seeing my hesitation, he walked to the door and blocked it.

"Let me go!" I pleaded with him. But he came over and kissed my lips, wrapping his arms around my slender waist. My desire was ignited by this kiss, and I wrapped my arms around his thick neck, letting his thick tongue roam in and out of my mouth. Above was his tongue, and inside was my long-suppressed lust. The two combined made it hard for me to breathe.我挣脱了他的嘴唇，急促的喘气。我抬起眼睛看他，他也正盯着我，我问：「我都３１岁了，你不嫌我老吗？」

「好老婆，我不嫌呀，你喜欢你成熟，而且还这么丰满，比那２０几岁的女孩好多了。」

「你最坏，就会哄人家，勾搭人家老婆，小坏蛋，看我不让我老公揍你。」「哼，他来了我也不怕，我让他看看我是怎么满足你的，嘿嘿。」「你真坏，占了人家老婆，还说风凉话。」

他轻轻的舔我嘴唇，我也微微张开红唇，不停的吮吸它。他的双手从我腰间迅速滑到我丰满的臀部，隔着裙子，握住我肥硕的丘肉，把玩起来。他将丘肉向两边掰开，又快速的挤回中间。 Waves of pleasure surged from my anus to my genitals, causing the juices that had been trapped inside to overflow. In no time, my panties were soaked, clinging unpleasantly to my vulva.

"Does it feel good?"

"I'm so wet..."

"Really?" He skillfully unzipped my skirt from behind, and I obediently twisted my hips, letting him pull it off. "Wife, your legs in stockings are so sexy." As he spoke, a large hand roamed between my thighs and buttocks, his penis hard against my abdomen. I desperately wanted him to penetrate my wetness and relieve the itch; I couldn't wait any longer. I lifted my left leg, rubbing the inside of my thigh against his hairy, thick leg, my hips twisting and rubbing against his large glans.

"Ah...please...come in quickly, give it to me."

"Wife, what's the rush? I haven't had enough yet." Saying that, he lifted my legs up to his waist with both hands. I couldn't wait to cross my legs behind him and tightly wrap them around his strong waist. Just like that, he sat on my penis. He used his nose and tongue to rub and lick up and down my cleavage. I hugged his neck tightly, following his rhythm, contracting my abdomen and thrusting my chest. Waves of heat spread from my chest throughout my body, and my stimulated vagina was unbearably itchy. I could only keep twisting my buttocks and rubbing against his hairy thighs to get temporary comfort for my wet vagina.

"Ah... Ah... Husband, good husband, do my breasts taste good?" "Ah, so fragrant, so tender."

"Then you have to eat them properly!"

"Of course, I'm going to suck them until they produce milk."

"Hmm... You're so naughty, so naughty..." I laughed shyly and hit him, "I won't let you eat them." I pretended to cover my chest with my hands, but his two strong hands easily pried them apart, then opened my V-neck, reached into my bra, grabbed one of my breasts, squeezed them together, and pulled them out. He wasn't in a hurry to attack my nipples, but instead held my breasts with a combination of tightness and looseness, sometimes pulling them apart and shaking them up and down. I had never experienced having my breasts played with like this before. Waves of pleasure traveled from his large hands to my breasts, then converged and traveled to my uterus, stimulating it to secrete love juice continuously. I felt so good that I sometimes tilted my head back and sometimes lowered it, my hands constantly stroking my ribs.

"Ah...ah...husband...ah...and my nipples...ah...I want you...want...ah...love. Love them..."

Hearing my wanton moans, he pressed his fingers against my areolas, extended his index finger, and quickly scratched my nipples with his nail. The stimulation was so intense! His fingers felt like they were electrified, powerful currents shooting from my nipples throughout my body, giving me goosebumps. My body began to tremble violently, my head swaying slightly with his rhythm. And with each scratch, I would unconsciously lower my head and hunch my shoulders, trying to avoid the attack of his fingers.

Even worse was my vagina. It had been drooling non-stop all day, making my underwear wet and dry repeatedly. This time, under his gentle scratching, the juices flowed even faster and more profusely, making me so itchy that I could only keep squeezing my labia together. A powerful urge to be quickly penetrated relentlessly assaulted my lonely heart, bursting from my throat as moans of pleasure: "Ahhh...good husband...ahhh...so good...uhh...please...ahhh...stop playing...ahhh...come in...quickly...wife wants yours...want...want...baby...ahhh...I want...I want..." Hearing my moans, he didn't speak, but instead squeezed my large breasts together, sticking out his tongue and licking my nipples rapidly, occasionally sucking them into his mouth and gently biting them with his teeth. I couldn't bear it any longer. I wrapped one arm around his neck, and with the other hand, I reached down to his crotch, forcefully touching my vulva through my lace panties. The crotch of his panties was already wet and tightly wrapped around my vulva. As soon as my hand touched it, my fingers immediately became wet. I grasped his hard penis, slightly raised my buttocks, and used his glans to thrust and rub against my vulva.

"Ah...ah...ah...it's coming...ah...I'm coming...ah...it's coming...it's coming..." In just a few moments, a large gush of fluid poured out from his uterus. I held his head tightly, savoring this long-lost, exhilarating feeling.

"Hoo... Ah... Hoo... So good... So good..." "Wife, you're so lewd, you came so easily, you've soaked my thighs. Haha!" My lust was out of control. I quickly got off him, grabbed the edge of the coffee table with both hands, stuck my butt out high, and pleaded while twisting, "Husband, good husband, I want more, I want more..." "No wonder people say that women in their thirties are like wolves and tigers, I've seen it all, haha, don't rush, don't rush." He walked over with a smile.

"Good husband, please... hurry, hurry..." I was about to cry. I don't know why, after the first orgasm, my vagina was even more itchy.

"Haha, coming, coming." He squatted down behind me, extended his middle finger and touched my genitals. "Wife, you're so horny, look how wet you are, like you've wet your pants." "Oh, how could you be so naughty? Come on, please, my dear husband." For some reason, the more he humiliated me, the more excited I became. Could it be true, as the books say, that women have masochistic tendencies? Just as I was thinking this, he suddenly pulled my underwear down to my knees, grabbed my thighs with both hands, and spread them apart. I turned around and saw him examining my genitals. I was so ashamed that I begged, "Stop it... It's not like I haven't seen it before, what's so interesting? My dear husband, come in!"

"No, I need to see it clearly, otherwise I'll get lost. Hehe, my dear wife, stick your big ass out a little more."

I had no choice but to lower my waist and raise my buttocks a little higher.

"Hmm, not bad, your vulva is so narrow, it must be very tight. Honey, how many men have you slept with? You weren't a virgin when you married your husband, were you?"

"Why are you asking this?"

"Good wife, tell me quickly." "

Of course I wasn't a virgin when we got married. Before we got married, I slept with 5 men, so what?" "I knew it, your labia majora are so dark, you must have been penetrated a lot." His thumb moved forward a little more.

"Wow! Honey, your clitoris is so big." He said excitedly.

"Ugh, so annoying, come in, come in!" I wiggled my buttocks and begged him again.

"No, let me lick it for you first." Saying that, he pressed his nose against my buttocks and his tongue against my vulva, and began to lick my hole. But after licking for a few times, he stopped and complained, "You're such a slut, your pussy is so horny, I can't stand it."

His words made me feel ashamed. My genitals do have a bit of a smell, so for so many years, no man has ever licked my hole.

"I'm going to go straight in and give your cunt a good pounding." He pressed the head of his penis against my vaginal opening and rubbed it slightly. Then he thrust hard.

"Ah!" I cried out. I knew that after so many years, my vagina wasn't as tight as it used to be, but I still felt my opening being forcefully forced open by his large penis. I'd encountered penises longer than his, but never one this thick. "Ah... be gentle... be gentle... it's too big..." "Hehe, it's too late to say no now."

I felt his penis pull back slightly from my vagina, and I thought he was being gentle, but little did I know he was just "getting a running start." He shifted his waist back slightly and thrust hard, "Squeak... slap." A crisp sound of genitals colliding.

"Ah!" He was now fully inserted into my vagina, the head of his penis barely touching my clitoris. I felt my entire lower body suddenly swell, and a slow pain spread through me.

"Ah...it's so tight, wife, you're the best of the best." He said comfortably, "How is it? Is my dick big? Is it as big as your husband's?"

"Big...it's really big...much bigger than his...good husband...please, move gently." "Okay, I'm going to move now." As he spoke, he slowly arched his back, his big dick twitching slightly inside my vagina.

"Husband...you're being too gentle now!" I turned to look at him and said.

"Then I won't be polite." He frowned, then slowly pulled the whole penis out, leaving only the glans inside my hole. Before I could turn around, he thrust his hips and began to thrust rapidly. His skill at penetrating was really amazing! He thrust in and out quickly seven or eight times, then stopped, wiggling his hips, grinding against my clitoris, and occasionally flicking my clitoris from below. I felt my vagina alternately expanding and contracting, then being completely emptied. His penis rubbed against the vaginal walls like an iron rod, sending waves of intense pleasure through my vagina and clitoris, making it irresistible. At first, it hurt a little, but after a dozen or so thrusts, only pleasure remained. I responded passionately, my long hair flying back and forth with the "slap slap slap slap" of his penis hitting my vagina. Each time he stopped attacking my clitoris, I desperately squeezed my thighs together, tightening my vagina to allow him to penetrate even deeper.

"Ahhh...ahhh...ahhh...so...good. Ahhhh...so powerful...husband...ahhh...you're a man...deeper...deeper...fuck me...yes...fuck me..."

"Ah... I'll fuck you, I'll fuck you, I'll fuck you to death, you slut... Ah... you bitch... I'll let you come to me, I'll fuck you until you're done for. I'll fuck you until

you're done for." He fucked me forty or fifty times, then slowed down, thrusting in slowly but powerfully, all the way in and out, then in again. I knew he was conserving his energy, so each time he thrust all the way in, I arched my hips to meet his thrusts. After about twenty thrusts like this, he paused briefly, then started thrusting rapidly again. My pleasure had reached its limit, and I was just waiting for the final impact. So, he thrust in and out rapidly fifteen or sixteen times, and suddenly, waves of pleasure began to radiate from the walls of my vagina. Reaching my clitoris, stimulating my uterus, I began to tremble violently all over.

He knew I was about to ejaculate, and with experience, he reached down to my abdomen and quickly flicked my clitoris. My cries grew louder: "Ah...ah...ah...ah...ah...it's coming...I'm coming...I've come again...ah...I've come...ahhhhhh..." A surge of heat rushed from my lower abdomen into my vagina, and I shook my head in pleasure, my vagina instinctively contracting rapidly. He grabbed my hands from behind, his penis no longer thrusting inside me, humming, "Ah...so good...it feels so good..." I gasped for breath, my hands gripping the table, feeling incredibly satisfied! I was satisfied.

"Was it good?"

"Mmm...huff...so good...so good."

"I haven't come yet." Saying this, he pulled his still erect penis out of my vagina, it looked terrifying. The glans was even larger than before, and purplish, with visible veins. The entire penis was so taut it looked like it would break at the slightest touch.

He rubbed his penis against my buttocks, and I felt something wet; I guessed it was my vaginal fluid. Then, he pulled me up, pushed me against the wall, lifted my left leg, and my right leg was almost dangling in the air. Without saying a word, *plop... slap!* He thrust his penis hard into my vagina again, pounding away violently. He was so strong; I couldn't struggle at all. To be honest, this position was very uncomfortable, but it made me climax more easily. He thrust in and out more than a dozen times, the speed increasing. My pleasure came in waves, and before this was over, the second wave came.

"Ahhhhhh... ahhhhhh..." My vaginal fluid gushed out again, splashing onto his glans, and he ejaculated. I only felt his whole body tremble, his legs sway slightly, and a large gush of hot semen sprayed onto my clitoris. My vagina contracted sharply again, and more vaginal fluid gushed out.

After a few seconds, he pulled out his semi-erect penis and sat on the bed, panting. I was panting, my hands on my knees, and I stammered, "You...you...how did you ejaculate...inside!" "So what if I ejaculated...inside? I'm...your husband..." Before he could finish, I went to the bathroom and cleaned the semen out of my vagina.

I was bending over, wiping my genitals with toilet paper, when the bathroom door swung open and he walked in. I jumped up, "You, how did you get in?"

"This is my house, why can't I come in?" he said with a grin, sitting on the toilet and pointing to his newly erect penis. "Come on, sit on it."

I looked at him, thinking: I must satisfy myself today, otherwise I don't know when I'll have another chance... I slowly walked over, spread my legs, aligned my genitals with his taut glans, and slowly sat down. His penis was like a sharp sword, smoothly cutting open the entrance, *swoosh*... all the way to the core. I loved this feeling of fullness. I started to slowly twist my slender waist, which moved my hips, allowing his glans to more completely ravage my core.

His hands firmly grasped my breasts, squeezing them flat, then rubbing my nipples together. The incomparable pleasure stimulated me to the point of unbearable itch, the itching inside me had nowhere to go. I involuntarily twisted my hips back and forth, my teeth leaving bloody marks on my lower lip. I think he must have been enjoying himself immensely too. I felt his hands kneading my breasts, desperately squeezing my nipples into his breasts, then forcefully pushing them out.

Seeing his comfortable expression, I started to move. I lifted my buttocks up and down repeatedly, then slammed down, both of us groaning. He gripped my buttocks tightly with both hands, and every time I sat down, he would raise his large hand and slap my buttocks, the sound of the slaps only arousing me more. In a strange man's house, I, a married woman, was being fucked to the point of ecstasy by a man other than my husband, my buttocks being slapped repeatedly, and this man was even smaller than me. All of this made me ejaculate wildly.

"Ahhhhh...so good...hit...me ahhhhh...I like it, I like it..." "Slut...ahhh...fuck me to death...ahhhh..." He grabbed my waist and lifted and shook me hard, helping me thrust in and out.

"Ah...ah...I'm coming..." My vagina contracted violently, feeling like I was urinating, and my vaginal fluid gushed out, making a "sizzling" sound.

Without waiting for me to rest, he picked me up from him, threw me onto the toilet, grabbed his penis, and began to masturbate rapidly. After a few thrusts, a small spurt of semen shot out, followed by a large gush of hot semen that landed entirely on my pubic hair. He slumped to the floor, panting heavily, his pubic hair still damp with my semen.

I lay motionless on the toilet, staring at my semen-soaked pubic hair, feeling nothing but satisfaction, my mind a complete blank…

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