The dance teacher with an affair

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Wang Ying, female, 28 years old, is a dance teacher at an art school. We met on NetEase's 0510 Wuxi☆☆ forum. Our first chat was on the afternoon of June 3rd. My username was "Sincere and Tasteful Man," and hers was "Gentle and Tender Female Teacher." She happened to be free from class, and I found her name interesting, so I started chatting with her. I was attracted to her gentleness, and she was attracted to my taste. We felt like we'd known each other for a long time. Time flew by, and she had class soon, so we quickly exchanged numbers. After adding each other as friends, we said goodbye.

The next morning, I turned on my computer and found her message: she had left her phone number for me. Wow, I'd never met such a proactive female online friend before! My curiosity was piqued, and I wondered if she was a prostitute or a scammer; I had to be careful. I didn't call her immediately but waited for her online. At noon, her name appeared on my screen, and we chatted more deeply. Through some skillful questioning, I quickly confirmed her identity—she was real. But I was quickly disappointed again. Why? She told me she was only online looking for friends, not lovers. She said she had a good relationship with her husband and loved him. Wow, this woman seemed flawless. In the past, I would have given up. But after thinking about it carefully, I realized there was still a chance. First, she was very curious; second, she was 28, a dangerous age for infidelity; and third, she didn't object to lovers—several of her close friends had affairs.

Haha, this woman was definitely a cheater, she just needed some expert guidance, and I happened to be the leader of the "good girls collection expert group" (self-proclaimed, please don't mind). She met her mentor. So I used my dating techniques, which are actually quite simple: make her feel you are sincere, then cater to her interests and shower her with attention. After five rounds of this, she texted me: "There's someone who often thinks of you, someone who always cares about you, that's me, I love you." Haha, I laughed as soon as I saw it. I'd played the role of a con artist again. But I was still afraid of encountering a "dinosaur" (a person with an infertile appearance), so I asked a close friend whose son was in the last year of kindergarten at her place to scout. The result was satisfactory: he was 161cm tall, weighed about 95 jin (42.5kg), had a 90/100 figure (she mainly teaches dance and has been training since childhood), and was over 85/100 in looks, with a B-cup bust. His most striking feature was his long, black hair. My friend kept trying to get me to give him my services. Haha, I told him, "Go ahead and scam him yourself, I promise I won't fight you for him."

There were two other interesting anecdotes. One day she told me that although she loved me, she still loved her husband, and asked me not to be angry. Haha, what a silly girl! That's perfect! I have no worries; all I want is your body, whether you love me or not is irrelevant. Secondly, she told me we should maintain an online relationship for a year, and if we still have feelings for each other then, we can meet in person. I'm not in a rush. I'm not hung up on just one person; my longest relationship has lasted over a year, and besides, I don't believe you can withstand my advances.

She had another quirk: she rarely chatted with her husband at home, so she tried to talk to me at school, sometimes even lingering after work. Could a woman like that be far from sleeping with me? Sure enough, after just a week, she couldn't resist anymore. She said my leg was injured, and she was so worried about me, wanting to come see me. I said no rush, come whenever it was convenient, but secretly I was overjoyed; finally, I saw a glimmer of hope. So we discussed when would be convenient for her to come. She said she had errands to run on the afternoon of the 16th, but would have some free time. Okay, that's the date. The rest of the conversation was just for show; dealing with several old flames simultaneously is an art, which I'll discuss in more detail later.

On the afternoon of the 16th, as usual, I made all the preparations, waiting for my beauty to arrive so we could begin. Around 1:30 pm, the doorbell rang. I opened the door and there she was, wearing a short-sleeved t-shirt and a long skirt, her face like a peach blossom, her hair beautiful. My best friend hadn't lied to me; she really was stunning. I quickly invited her in. Of course, we needed to build rapport first, since it was our first meeting. Because of the hot weather, I let her cool off in the air conditioning and have some drinks. At the same time, I launched a gentle offensive, quickly pulling her into my arms and kissing her. She offered token resistance for a moment, but when my tongue entered her mouth, she stopped struggling and tightened her arms around me. I said, "Wife, suck me with your mouth, I love your little mouth." "Hmph, you're just bullying me," she feigned anger, but still obediently lowered her head, burying her pretty face in my crotch. She grasped the base of my penis with her slender hands, gently squeezing it. First, she lightly kissed the glans, then pressed her lips against the side of my penis, licking the shaft back and forth, occasionally rubbing her pretty face against my hot, hard penis. Soon, my entire penis was surrounded by her saliva, glistening and shiny. She looked at me with alluring eyes, taking my glans into her mouth, her nimble tongue licking the urethral opening and the ridge, biting down on the swollen, painfully red glans and gently pulling it. A tingling, itchy pleasure surged rapidly at the tip of my penis. I endured the intense pleasure in my penis, while my glans excitedly released drops of love fluid, which she caught entirely with her smooth, tender tongue, the viscous fluid stretching into long, thin strands. She tried to take my entire penis into her mouth. She kept changing the angle of insertion, but after many attempts, she couldn't manage it, barely managing to insert most of my penis into her mouth. She persisted in swallowing and releasing my penis to the maximum extent, wanting to give me the most pleasurable experience. My hot glans darted left and right in her mouth, feeling the softness of her inner walls, even occasionally penetrating her throat, causing her to cough. Her mouth slowly moved down, gently parting my buttocks, her tongue teasing my sensitive anus, an unprecedented sensation rising within me. One of the few times I did this, I ejaculated my precious semen before my penis even penetrated. "Oh, baby, that was so good!" I said, unable to hide my excitement. She smiled slightly, then looked at my intense reaction with a pleading expression.

That day we did it five times, and my penis had nothing left to ejaculate. To be honest, this was the most pleasurable and longest sex I've had since my injury, lasting a total of 70 minutes, including foreplay. It felt like my lost energy had returned, and I was quite satisfied with my performance. Aftercare was a must. I think this woman is top-notch; she has a dancer-like figure, truly rare, though her breasts are a bit small—I guess that's typical of dancers. Also, her coordination was slightly lacking; looks like I'll need to train her. When we got up and got dressed, I asked her to keep her lace panties as a souvenir. She laughed and called me a pervert, asking what I would wear. I said she had pantyhose, and besides, it was a long skirt, so it was fine. She thought about it and gave them to me, telling me to hide them well so my wife wouldn't find them. Haha, do I need your guidance? By the way, I have two small safes at home. One contains my personal belongings, which my wife can't open. I lied to her, saying it was top-secret information from work and she wasn't allowed to see it.

After she left, I made the bed and found a few strands of her beautiful hair, which I kept. Her hair was the most beautiful of all the women I've ever been with. I wonder if I should keep some women's items as souvenirs every time I sleep with someone. Am I becoming decadent? My wife's home, so I'll stop writing now and talk to her later.

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