【Wife in swimming pool】

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During summer vacation, the school assigned me to work there. I only worked in the mornings; after noon, I stayed at school to study until about

7 or 8 pm, then rested to avoid being locked out.

One evening, I left the office and went to the parking area. I saw a mother struggling to pull her scooter

out (there was a child next to her), so I helped her. I quickly pulled the scooter out,

and the mother kept thanking me. I casually mentioned how cute the child was, waiting patiently beside her (the child was

just wandering around in circles).

The mother smiled, probably because her child was being praised. It was dark, but I just thought the

mother's smile was very beautiful. We said goodbye and left.

The next evening at the same time, I saw the same woman struggling to pull her scooter again, so I went to help her.

The child was also waiting nearby.

The woman kept laughing and saying how annoying it was that her scooter always got stuck. I explained that it was because the school

was under construction, and the workers parked scooters in this area; it just so happened that she always parked here.

He was curious how I knew, so I introduced myself to her, explaining that I worked at the school. She politely bowed and

greeted me as a teacher. Feeling a little embarrassed, I casually asked her surname, and she said it was Chen, so I called her

Mrs. .

We chatted for a bit, and I learned that Mrs. Chen lived not far from the school. I told her I also lived

nearby and only stayed at the school to study. Later, a child nearby started fussing about wanting to go home to use the restroom, so

we said goodbye.

I didn't see Mrs. Chen for the next two days until Friday evening. As I was leaving the school gate, I saw her

preparing to leave alone, but this time she wasn't riding her scooter. I went over to greet her, and she smiled and responded. That's

when I got a better look at her: capri pants, a red short-sleeved shirt, wet hair, fair skin,

cute, smiling eyes, and athletic sandals—basically, she looked like an older woman, only not as old.

I said, "Mrs. Chen, where's the child? And did you bring your scooter?" She laughed and said she

came swimming alone today; otherwise, she would have walked.

We chatted briefly at the school gate. It turned out her husband runs a pharmacy in the area, and their child is six years old.

She helps out at the pharmacy during the day and brings her child to swimming lessons in the evenings.

I remarked on how impressive it was that such a young child could swim. She said she usually accompanies the child and

goes , sometimes swimming by herself. I asked if her husband came with her, and she revealed that he can't

swim at all.

I told her I'm actually a substitute teacher, teaching for a year before leaving, as I have to take an exam next year

. Our conversation mainly revolved around practical matters like where I'd take the exam, how difficult it is to become a teacher, and

how hard it is to teach students.

Half an hour later, we said goodbye.

Then the following week, I occasionally ran into Mrs. Chen. A few days ago, she brought her child over, and

we greeted each other. It was strange; I didn't know what I was expecting. Then, on Friday, I met Mrs. Chen again.

Sure enough, she was alone, dressed almost identically, the only constant being her athletic sandals.

This time, she left half an hour earlier than last week, and we started chatting.

Looking at the flower bed nearby, I pointed and said, "Mrs. Chen, would you like to sit down and chat?" Mrs. Chen nodded and

went over .

Mrs. Chen asked what school I graduated from, and I discovered we went to the same private university. Mrs. Chen smiled

and patted my shoulder, telling me to call her "senior sister." This was the first time she had touched me, and she was very comfortable and open.

I said, "Senior sister, did you marry your husband after graduation?" Mrs. Chen said yes, and added that she was

a "yellow-faced woman" (meaning she was probably in her twenties or thirties). I said, "Senior sister, you're so polite. You don't look like you've been married for long; you're very

young and lively." I also pointed to her athletic sandals and said, "Look how sunny you are!" Mrs. Chen kept smiling.

Actually, I didn't know what she was laughing at, but I took the opportunity to glance at her calves. They weren't very

thin, a little fleshy, but I thought they were beautiful and pretty. Skinny feet are ugly.

Mrs. Chen asked me what my girlfriend was doing. I sighed and said we broke up a long time ago! Why? Because she

fell for another guy. Mrs. Chen said, "Oh, it's okay! With such good qualities, you're not afraid of not finding someone. Wait until you get into university and

your ex-girlfriend comes back to apologize.

" I naturally started telling her about my failed relationship. Looking back, it's really strange. The conversation then

turned to how things were at university. She started reminiscing about her university days, seemingly longing

for those good times.

I said, "No, you're married now and very happy. Your husband supports you, and you have children." Mrs. Chen

smiled and said that's true. Her family relationships are pretty good; at least her husband hasn't cheated. We both laughed at this.

I asked Mrs. Chen if she often went swimming, and she said yes! It's tough maintaining my figure after giving birth

, so she often comes swimming. Mrs. Chen asked me what I usually do for exercise, and I said jogging, and sometimes

swimming, though I'm actually a terrible swimmer.

Mrs. Chen immediately patted her chest and said, "I'll teach you," like a big sister looking out for me. Whether she was joking or not,

I felt a warm glow inside. My girlfriend leaving me took a long time to heal,

but Mrs. Chen's talkativeness and generosity made me feel comforted. It was getting late, and we said goodbye.

Several nights passed, and after a few more pleasantries, Friday arrived. We chatted alone, and I asked her

if she came swimming every Saturday. She said not necessarily, but she would come the next day. I half-jokingly said that I was going swimming the next day,

and Mrs. Chen remembered her promise to teach me. I had no choice but to agree.

Back home, I diligently dug out my swim trunks and cap. I was so nervous that night I almost couldn't sleep, and

I greeted .

The next morning around 7:30, I arrived at the entrance just as she walked over. This time her outfit was slightly different: a ponytail,

a casual white short-sleeved shirt, and a knee-length denim skirt revealing her fair legs, with a crossbody bag. The only thing unchanged was her pair of athletic

sandals . We had both already eaten breakfast, so we went straight to the pool.

In the changing room, we changed together... oh no! I'm not even imagining it. We changed separately.

When I was really embarrassed, looking like a pale, scrawny chicken. Although I did have some chest muscles, thankfully I'd gained some weight after breaking up with my girlfriend.

I've lost a little weight, so I have some abs at certain angles.

Then Mrs. Chen came in; she looked like an alien (white swimming cap, dark blue one-piece swimsuit with

shorts , and huge goggles). We went to the pool together. Actually, I didn't swim for long because I got a cramp,

but I discovered Mrs. Chen is an amazing swimmer, flipping and turning like a female dragon in the water.

I . She tried to teach me breathing techniques, but honestly, I wasn't really paying attention. I was just sneaking peeks at her heaving

chest—probably a B-cup! Later, I asked if we should leave, and Mrs. Chen nodded. We left the pool.

Outside, her hair was still wet. I said, "Mrs. Chen, aren't you going to dry your hair

?

" Turns out, the hairdryer broke, so we just went out together. Once outside, I don't know where I got the courage, I asked her if she wanted to come to my place to dry her hair—it wasn't far.

To my surprise, she hesitated for a moment, then readily agreed, much to my astonishment.

On the way, I made small talk, feeling a tingling sensation on my scalp and a tightness in my face. My speech was

somewhat incoherent. We arrived downstairs quickly, and as soon as the door opened, I led her upstairs to the main entrance. Mrs. Chen was very quiet;

I could barely hear her breathing. Then I invited her into my suite. She was a little surprised, saying the room wasn't messy, and laughed,

"Teacher, you haven't left your clothes lying around!" I said I'd kept that in good order, and then handed her a hairdryer.

Her hair dried quite quickly.

We sat and chatted for a while, talking about swimming that day. Mrs. Chen laughed, saying I should practice

more , as

I cramp up so easily. Later, as we became more comfortable, I slipped onto the bed. The whole bed softened as I sat down, and Mrs. Chen

asked if it was a memory foam mattress. I said yes, and asked if she wanted to sit on it. She came over and sat down, and we were now

only one person apart. I could feel her breathing; her breath had a faint fragrance.

There was a silence for about five or six seconds. I gently approached and couldn't resist kissing Mrs. Chen's cheek.

Mrs. Chen froze instantly, her eyes fixed to the side, her head slightly lowered, her mouth tightly shut. She was very quiet.

Then , I went over again, this time wanting to kiss her lips, but she dodged.

Mrs. Chen: "You... oh! That's so embarrassing..." She hunched her right shoulder, looking very uncomfortable.

Me: "Um... I'm sorry, I couldn't help myself." Another silence followed, our

breathing a little heavy. Mrs. Chen said, "Oh, what are you doing! You're panting." I said, "Really?" Actually, my heart was pounding.

In front of me was a fair-skinned woman who looked quite pleasing to the eye. She was sitting on the bed, her skirt

slightly , revealing quite a bit of her fair thighs. I stole glances at her feet, which kept shrinking inwards.

Then I leaned in and kissed her cheek. Mrs. Chen just stared blankly as I kissed her. I then explored down

her fair neck, where some hair still clung to it. I secretly noticed her eyes were closed, then her collarbone.

My hands also began to wander restlessly over Mrs. Chen's arms. She started to moan softly. In my excitement, I reached down to

her thigh. It was so soft and tender. As I slid my hand inward, I reached her inner thigh. At that moment, Mrs. Chen suddenly

stopped me from going any further.

Mrs. Chen: "No! This isn't right!" she said, shaking her head.

Me: "I...I know...but...!" Mrs. Chen: "No, I'm married. This is

terrible. I'm so sorry to my husband, really!" We sat there, both of us panting, with my hands on

Mrs. 's arms, neither of us moving.

I also felt uneasy, so I said, "Okay, otherwise I'll handle it myself, and

nothing ." Mrs. Chen immediately stood up and said, "Then you do it yourself, I'll leave first." I grabbed her

and said, "Don't go... I... I'll just watch you, and then I'll do it myself.

" Mrs. Chen: "Oh... what do we do now..." I didn't say anything, just pulled out my penis and started

stroking it. I gestured for her to sit down, but actually I was staring at her white thighs while masturbating. I

pulled her denim skirt further inside. Mrs. Chen looked awkwardly at the side, sitting sideways

like . Later, she slowly turned her head to peek at me masturbating.

Mrs. Chen: "You... your front is so swollen... so red..." Me: "...Um..."

(too busy masturbating to respond).

She was probably talking about my glans. Actually, my size is just average, about 14 centimeters.

The only notable feature is that my glans isn't small. My ex-girlfriend said the same thing.

Mrs. Chen stared directly at my penis, and then suddenly bent down and took

the head of my penis mouth.

I was startled, excited, and surprised by this action, feeling some discharge.

Mrs. Chen: "No… I… I just wanted to…" Me: "Um… not enough…

could you … help me a little more…?" Mrs. Chen didn't refuse, and sat down and bent over to give me oral sex. Her movements were very gentle

, and I didn't feel much, but I was truly impressed by her flexibility.

I stopped stroking, and she took it in even deeper.

I glanced at her breasts inside her collar; perhaps because she was bent over, they looked so white and large! The cleavage between her breasts

was so obvious, so I reached in and touched Mrs. Chen's breasts. They felt so substantial, and the way I rubbed them made

Mrs. Chen moan.

Then, not long after, I stopped caring and pulled Mrs. Chen up (she even made a popping sound when her mouth left my penis).

I started to take off her top, and Mrs. Chen raised her hands to cooperate with me. Then we started

kissing , and this time it was really intense. After my tongue went in, her tongue came out, and we started French kissing,

feeling each other's heavy breathing.

Later, the movements became more and more intense. I reached back and unhooked her bra, and Mrs. Chen's pair of white and

full breasts were presented in front of me, beyond my expectations! Not just a C cup, almost a D cup! I put

my lips to her nipples and started sucking.

Mrs. Chen started to moan, her voice more delicate and feminine than her usual bossy voice. Later, I

simply kneaded Mrs. Chen's breasts with both hands, pressed her down on the bed, and sucked and licked them. I only remember that her nipples were very long and

erect.

A few minutes later, I put my hand inside her skirt to explore her garden, and I was shocked! Her panties were so wet,

and I could see her vaginal fluid through them, so I kept making circles and teasing her with my fingers.

Mrs. Chen: "Ah...no, no...that's too much...ahhh...ahhh!" As if

encouraged , I pulled off her denim skirt along with her underwear. She arched her back to cooperate with me. Mrs. Chen was completely

naked at this moment. Her skin was so white and translucent, and her slightly plump figure was truly that of a mature woman. I opened her thighs and

briefly examined her vulva. Mrs. Chen blushed and covered her face with her hands, telling me not to keep looking

there .

Mrs. Chen had some stretch marks on her waist, but there were no wrinkles. I leaned over and pressed

my lips directly against her labia. There was no smell of urine there at all; in fact, it smelled a little sweet. I stuck out my tongue and

started licking her clitoris, giving her oral sex. Mrs. Chen covered her face and screamed very loudly! But after a few moments, she stopped me from continuing

oral sex because she said it was too stimulating and uncomfortable.

Immediately, I also took off my shirt, sweatpants, and underwear, and prepared to have sex with Mrs. Chen.

Mrs. Chen: "You...you...wait a minute!!" Me: "Is it...is it still not okay?" Mrs. Chen

: "You...you should put on a condom first, okay...?" It turned out I had to put on a condom first! "

Overjoyed" doesn't even begin to describe the feeling! I immediately ran to rummage around and found an

unopened . My hands trembled slightly as I opened it (I was so excited). After finally

getting it out, I quickly put it on (it was so tight! I felt even bigger than before!).

To start making love with Mrs. Chen, I spread her legs, ready to thrust in.

Mrs. Chen: "Wait! Wait! Let's not...ah...don't put it in...

ahhh ...ahhh...!" She tried to stop me again, but I was already blinded by lust and didn't care about anything else!

I lifted my penis and thrust into her already soaking wet vagina, sliding in without any resistance. She was really soaking

wet ; after only a few thrusts, there was a wet sound. And so, I began piston-like movements on Mrs. Chen.

As soon as Mrs. Chen removed her hands from her face, I leaned in and French kissed her. She was so

sexy ! She kept looking at me with a furrowed brow, but her moans were deafening, almost unbearable.

I lifted her captivatingly white legs and thrust deeper. She covered her mouth with her hands to keep her voice down, so

alluring.

We made love in the normal position for over ten minutes. Then I lifted Mrs. Chen up, positioning her in a lotus position facing

me. I held her ample buttocks with both hands and began to push and pull, thrusting in and out. She wrapped her arms

around my neck, moaning louder and more excitedly.

Mrs. Chen: "Ah...wait! Wait...I'm coming...coming...ah...coming...

ah...ah!" She pressed her lower back against me, tilted her head back, and stopped moaning, "Ah...

ah ...ah...ah...ah...!" Then she broke down and screamed! I was stunned by her intense reaction

and didn't dare move.

Me: "Are you... alright?" Mrs. Chen: "Mmm... oh..." She finally came to her senses.

Only then did I feel her vagina contracting (it had been very slippery before, so I didn't feel anything). It seemed she had really

orgasmed. After she felt comfortable for a while, I turned Mrs. Chen over and started doggy style.

Mrs. Chen landed in a "tiger landing" position, clutching the sheets, burying her head in the pillow, and starting to

moan loudly again. Her fair back was prominently hunched over, her spine clearly visible. I held her waist and

thrust the sounds of slapping filling the room. This position was easy and could be done for a long time, so Mrs. Chen was constantly

being thrust into, her voice becoming somewhat hoarse.

Later, Mrs. Chen slowly got up, and I leaned in to kiss her passionately. She turned her head and intertwined her tongue with mine

.

We maintained this position and continued making love.

Mrs. Chen: "Oh...you...you...haven't you wanted to cum yet...ah...ah...ah...

so good...so good...you're so amazing...ah...ah...ah...ah...so good!" I was really

happy that she praised me, but I don't consider myself to have a very strong sex drive. I thought she was the kind of woman who could easily orgasm

. At least my ex-girlfriend never praised me like that. Suddenly, I envied her husband for being able to have sex with her every day

until he was satisfied.

"Who's stronger, me or your husband?!" "Am I bigger and thicker than your husband?!" "

Call me husband, hurry up and call me!" While I was rubbing Mrs. Chen's breasts, I was thinking about whether to say those kinds of dirty things

to bully her, but I held back. Actually, I was a little afraid that if she heard it, she would turn around and refuse

to have sex with me.

...But I still want to say it.

Me: "Huff huff huff...call me husband..." I said very reluctantly.

Mrs. Chen: "Husband! Husband! Husband... You're so amazing, husband... Oh... Oh... Husband, I

love you so much... I love you so much, husband... Ah... Ah...!" My God! This woman is amazing! She's

even more into it than I am.

Mrs. Chen: "Husband... I'm coming again... Ah... Coming, coming... Ah...!"

Mrs. tilted her head back forcefully, and I could strongly feel that she had really orgasmed. Then, as her vagina clenched and clenched,

while I was still moving, I really felt my penis being tightened by her vagina. After a few thrusts, I also felt pleasure and

couldn't help but ejaculate! This ejaculation felt so good and amazing! I didn't care about my male image and screamed loudly.

Whew... I'm done... I gently pulled out my penis, removed the condom (I ejaculated so much... My God),

and looked at Mrs. Chen's body, which was heaving with breath. I turned her around, kissed her, and then hugged her tightly.

The two of us were panting and quiet for a while.

Mrs. Chen: "Hoo... Ouch... Ouch... How did we make love... I'm doomed

... It's all your fault... I hate you... It's all over... What are we going to do now... Ouch, I'm so sorry to my husband... I feel so

guilty...!" Me: "I'm sorry...!" That's all I can say now. She has a husband

and children, and I slept with her. It's really awful and terrible. But the pleasure hadn't faded yet,

so I didn't feel guilty. Instead, I was unusually excited.

Mrs. Chen slowly got up and sat there in a daze. I just lay there watching her and asked, rather idiotically, "Was it

comfortable ?" Mrs. Chen: "I... I don't know...!" I think she's angry. That's bad.

Mrs. Chen: "I...I don't know...Actually, I also have orgasms with my husband. He's quite strong

, but...the first time I had an orgasm, it came so quickly and so intensely...Phew..." I was actually a little pleased. I

got up and kissed her thigh, then squeezed her breast.

Mrs. Chen pulled away after I kissed her, stood up, and asked if she could use the bathroom. She wanted to take a shower. That's

when I noticed she was covered in sweat, her skin wet and white, very pretty. I said yes, and she slowly

walked to the bathroom and closed the door.

I thought for a moment, then got up and went to the bathroom door, knocked, and asked if I could shower with her. Perhaps

because we had already done it once, her guard had dropped, and she opened the door with a simple "Okay," letting me in

.

Entering the bathroom, Mrs. Chen and I were both naked. I picked up the shower gel and said this would work, then squeezed

some out and applied it to her body. She lathered it up herself, and I asked Mrs. Chen to squeeze some out and apply it to my back.

She did, and also gently brushed my back with her hands. She washed me very carefully, making me suddenly

feel like I was being washed by an older sister (or a nanny).

I turned around and started applying the shower gel to her breasts. She laughed and flinched, saying it was itchy! Hearing her say that,

I leaned in and kissed her again. We were both covered in soap, slippery and clinging to each other.

We French kissed and rubbed against each other, and as we rubbed, Mrs. Chen's thighs pressed together, and soon my

penis became erect again.

I was masturbating myself, and then, getting really aroused, I quickly fixed the showerhead to the wall. I pulled

Mrs. Chen over so we could both rinse off the soap suds, then turned her around. Standing there, I lifted my now

-erect penis and started thrusting in from behind again. Mrs. Chen didn't ask me to use a condom; she cooperated with

the doggy style, actively pushing me back with her hips, her moans filling the entire bathroom (echoing beautifully).

The shower water kept hitting us both, and Mrs. Chen's hair was soaked. It was so passionate! I

thrust harder and faster than I had on the bed, and she moaned louder and more wildly!

Mrs. Chen: "Ah...ah...you're so amazing, so strong...ah...so good...

so good!" Later, the hot water kept running, filling the room with steam. I turned off the water, and all that remained were the sounds of flesh

colliding . My hands roamed over Mrs. Chen's body—breasts, nipples, lower body, waist, hips,

thighs—I touched everything I could. I felt incredibly excited then, but now a chill ran through me. The thought of

my own wife being treated like that by another man in the bathroom, her body touched so thoroughly, I couldn't bear

the shock… After ten minutes, Mrs. Chen seemed tired and turned to ask if I

couldn't ejaculate.

I said yes! I'd already ejaculated once, and it was really difficult to ejaculate a second time.

Mrs. Chen: "Or... should I help you get it out...?" Me: "Uh... how are you going to help me?"

Mrs. Chen: "I'll give you a blowjob...!" Mrs. Chen turned around and squatted down, grabbed my penis and took it into her mouth.

This time I could feel Mrs. Chen sucking with her mouth. I looked down and saw her breasts and thighs. I really wanted to pinch them,

but at this moment I could only stand up and enjoy the service. After a while, she grabbed it with her hand and quickly stroked it, while her mouth lightly took

the glans in, and her tongue kept swirling around the urethral opening!

Me: "Oh... you're so good at blowjobs... oh oh oh...!" Suddenly, pleasure filled my entire lower body.

I thought I was going to ejaculate! It felt so good!!

I wanted to quickly pull out my penis to avoid ejaculating in Mrs. Chen's mouth, so I ejaculated directly to the side, but I was still

a step too slow. I ejaculated as soon as I pulled out! This ejaculation sprayed all over Mrs. Chen's face!

Mrs. Chen: "Hey...what are you doing...hey...you're so annoying...ouch...!" I quickly grabbed some

tissues to dry her off. My feelings were a mix of apology and a little mischief; I'd made her wash

her face again.

After her shower, we didn't talk much. Mrs. Chen quickly dressed and left. Before leaving, I went over

and kissed her goodbye. She kissed me back and went downstairs. How should I put it? I had a feeling we'd never see each other again.

Sure enough, I never saw Mrs. Chen again, not even when she was bringing her child. That was

for the best. I no longer had the right to appear before her. Her departure gave us a way

out .

I think this passionate sexual experience might become a secret Mrs. Chen keeps hidden deep inside after she returns to her family, to her husband and

children , forever and ever.

For me, although thinking back on it now only brings endless emptiness, without

Mrs. I wouldn't have been able to escape the shadow of my ex-girlfriend's infidelity.

The End

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