Music teacher's wife

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My wife is a university teacher, 1.62 meters tall, majoring in vocal music. She has a beautiful singing voice and likes to dress up, always trying to project an artistic image.

She's often with students, so her style is quite youthful. I often joke, "You're dressed like a teenager! You should be even younger, wearing open-crotch pants, you could pass for one!" She always laughs and asks, "Would you like that?" I say, "It doesn't matter!"

She was born into a stable intellectual family, so she's rather conservative in her actions regarding sex; however, after studying art and spending time with people in the arts, she's become more open-minded about sex.

Chapter One: A Flirtatious Friend. She has a friend who always flaunts her sex appeal, believing it to be attractive. She even deliberately seduced her boss, a vice-principal—presumably the successor, not just in position, but also as the former president's lover.

This woman is past her prime, but her heart is as flirtatious as grass in March, unquenchable by fire, springing back to life with the spring breeze.

A flirtatious woman always likes to flaunt her charm in front of men, yet she can never truly keep a secret. She always likes to sneak peeks at her girlfriends, her lustful desires impossible to hide, always leaking out.

Looking at the mistresses of corrupt officials, those who have been with them for a long time are rarely beautiful, but rather older, even rather ordinary women. From the one who was the vice chairman of the National People's Congress, there are many more... You can imagine... I've seen this woman many times. Sometimes I joke that she would be a perfect match for Song Jiang's wife. What is she? Short, dark-skinned, and plump. Of course, this is my derogatory way of putting it. A more flattering description? A body full of desire, eyes radiating spring. A woman's spring is revealed in her eyes; the path to a woman's heart is through her vagina!

My wife wanted to be rated as an outstanding teacher, but the head of the teaching and research group disagreed. My wife was very angry, so she went to see her. The head of the group invited the vice principal to dinner, allowing my wife to clarify things at the dinner table. Afterwards, she was quickly rated as an outstanding teacher. Women are natural enemies. After the affair was settled, my wife was very resentful, saying that her ugly appearance allowed her to be so arrogant, saying it was only because of her connections with the leader. I'm not that kind of person; if I were, I'd be much prettier and more charming than her. I said, "Who would want you? Don't become a 'peacock' following her." My wife retorted, "The principal was drunk and said he'd 'get you both' if he had the chance."

Hearing this, I felt a mix of joy, jealousy, and unease. I

thought to myself, "You, Sister Shen, you actually have this idea? Watch out, I'll 'get you' one day!"

They continued their affair, and time passed quickly. My wife sometimes went shopping with them, and she often told me about their conversations. Women are natural confidantes! When did they have tea together? When did they have dinner together? When was my wife covering for her? Every time she brought it up, I knew she was satisfying her desires with that principal again, and quite frequently, almost every week. Sometimes I just laughed, wondering how her desires could be so strong! Due to

the company's business expansion, I was sent to another city for six months.

Separation always brings loneliness, and after a month, I had the opportunity to return to the company to report.

When I got off the bus, it was raining heavily. I took a taxi to the vicinity of my home, but the roads were flooded. The drainage in this northern provincial capital is terrible; it always manages to submerge the roof of a small car. I had no choice but to call my wife and tell her to stay at a hotel near home.

Thunder rumbled, and I idly watched TV in the hotel room when suddenly the power went out. The room was stuffy and humid; the air conditioning was off, and mosquitoes swarmed out! It was impossible to fall asleep!

The thunder gradually subsided, so I decided to go home. I took the back roads through the residential area; that should get me home, otherwise the mosquitoes would bite me to death!

I knocked and knocked to open the door, reluctant to wake my beloved wife, wanting her to sleep, though my desire was already surging!

As I changed my shoes, I suddenly noticed a water stain on the floor, and a pair of men's leather shoes on the shoe rack!

A bad feeling washed over me. I quietly went to the balcony; the bedroom window faced it directly.

The bedroom was dimly lit, the curtains drawn, but there was a small gap. I peeked in and suddenly heard: my wife's sobs: "Please, don't torture me like this, I'm in so much pain, please, stop!" Another male voice snorted: "If you want to pass the assessment, behave yourself, don't piss me off, otherwise you'll have nothing." Those harsh words worked; only the slow sobbing remained.

I looked through the gap in the curtains and saw a man—Vice Principal Chu—and a woman, my wife.

My wife was lying across his arms; one hand was touching her breast, and the other hand had two fingers inserted into her vagina.

"Ahhh, it hurts so much! Stop it!" my wife pleaded.

Vice Principal Chu said, "Don't rush, enjoy it slowly, it'll make you feel better." Suddenly, my wife cried out, quickly bringing her legs together and covering her genitals with her hands. She said, "Be gentle, please!" Vice Principal Chu said fiercely, "Take your hands off right now, spread your legs, don't piss me off." Seeing my angry expression, my wife quickly removed her hands and reluctantly spread her legs. Strangely enough, even at 30, my wife's vulva still had that pale, deep red color typical of young girls.

Vice Principal Chu chuckled and asked her, "Don't you and your husband have sex often? It seems like you're rarely penetrated by men." The wife whimpered, "My husband has sex quite a lot, but he always uses a condom. I'm afraid of getting diseases.

" "Hehe, then I'll let you enjoy yourself properly." With that, Vice Principal Chu straddled the wife, biting her vulva hard, sucking vigorously, taking her clitoris in and out repeatedly. His fingers moved in and out of her vagina.

The wife began to sway her body.

Suddenly, Vice Principal Chu hurriedly stood up, unbuckled his belt, and released his large penis, then said to the wife, "Hurry up and suck it for me." The wife looked at my large penis, turned her face shyly, and said to me, "I've really never kissed it before, I really don't know how." Actually, she had kissed before, but always with a condom!

The wife helplessly grasped his large penis with her hand, then slowly brought it to her mouth, two streams of tears welling up in her eyes.

"Ahhh, as expected of someone who used to be a teacher, you learn so quickly, it feels so good." He excitedly enjoyed it while slowly pinching her nipples, which hardened quickly.

"You passed the test, stop eating, come here and let me fuck you." His wife crawled over and lay down. "Spread your legs," he said, and she obediently did so. Not satisfied with the humiliation, he added, "Lift up your breasts yourself," and she did again.

"Rub your breasts yourself, let me see how slutty you are, let me see if you're slutty or if Xiao Shen is slutty," his wife slowly placed her hands on her chest, lifting her breasts.

"I told you to rub them, not hold them up," his wife said helplessly, rubbing her nipples.

"Have you ever masturbated?" His wife remained silent. "Aren't you going to tell me?" Suddenly, his wife screamed, not knowing what his hands had done to her.

"...Um, yes.

" "How?" "...How?

" "...With my hands." She answered softly.

"You're not even good at being a prostitute?" He's a college graduate, yet he can't even be a prostitute. I could tell he not only liked female teachers, but also enjoyed humiliating them. That might explain why he liked that Teacher Shen.

I wondered, what should I do? Stay or go? To live or to die? To have my family destroyed or to maintain the status quo? Thinking about all this, I suddenly felt a sense of fear. This was too complicated.

He'd already started having sex with his wife inside. I should leave. I'm already too exhausted to keep up in this world. If I exposed him, would she lose her job or leave me? I thought that would be too painful.

I took a taxi, left home, and went to another hotel. It was already late at night.

Chapter Two: The night is deep and endless. What in this world still belongs to me?

Where is my home?

I called the service center and ordered a masseuse for a massage.

The masseuse beneath me sometimes resembled my wife's back, sometimes Teacher Shen, sometimes Vice Principal Chu's wife. The woman beneath me transformed into several women, and I relentlessly vented my frustration and humiliation.

The next morning, I returned home to find my wife radiant and happy, greeting me.

I embraced her, knowing her heart had already wandered elsewhere. I placed my hand between her legs and asked, "Are you wet?

" "You're so naughty," she whined.

My lips searched for hers, wanting to kiss her, but she shook her head, preventing me from touching her. So, I leaned behind her ear, kissing from her earlobe down to her neck, and then from her neck to her forehead. My other hand no longer directly touched her genitals, but instead gently caressed her smooth thighs and buttocks.

At first, she struggled fiercely, but after a while, she calmed down, no longer pushing me away, and mumbled something unintelligible. I noticed her tightly clenched legs relax, and when I reached her inner thighs, she no longer squeezed her legs together. So I touched her clitoris and stroked it back and forth. Slowly, I felt my hand getting wet, and I knew she was aroused and wet. So I intensified my stroking. And I kissed her again, this time she didn't shake her head away. My lips met hers, but she still kept her teeth tightly closed, not letting my tongue in.

My hand stroked her lower body for a while, then I used my middle finger to find her vaginal opening and slowly inserted it. She moaned, "Ugh, don't do this."

She used one hand to push my hand away. I unzipped my pants, grabbed her hand and pulled it into my crotch, letting her hold my already fully erect penis. She gently grasped it.

I didn't have time to appreciate her body; I wanted to fuck her, I wanted to fuck her in a way that would humiliate her.

I reached out and parted her legs, touching her vaginal opening. I positioned my penis at the entrance and thrust forcefully, my erect penis sliding in smoothly.

Her moans echoed with each thrust, just like before; but this time I knew her vagina had been warmed by another penis yesterday.

Whether it was from the intense release with the prostitute yesterday or from my anger, I had no desire to ejaculate, yet my penis remained erect, like a knife inserted into her vagina.

Before each sexual encounter, I would try to control myself, but today I only wanted release, numbly wielding the sword to subdue this woman!

I made her lie face down on the bed. Her buttocks weren't large and were somewhat flat, not as sexy as those of a voluptuous woman, but this had one advantage: it allowed for deep penetration from behind. I thrust deeply, her moans growing louder, and I gripped her frantically.

Chapter Three: High-Rise Danger, Love and Hate, Do You Know? I hate my wife's infidelity, I hate my own weakness. I regret not grabbing a knife and rushing in to chop that Vice Principal Chu to pieces. Why didn't I rush in and stop him before his penis penetrated me? Power is the best aphrodisiac; does a higher position necessarily mean a harder penis?

I think of my wife's hardships over the years, my lovely children, and how I'm no longer young and full of youthful vigor.

Ideals make me impulsive, reality makes me weak.

I often mocked Teacher Shen's husband, saying that in middle age, his penis isn't strong enough, which would be perfect for the principal to satisfy Teacher Shen's desires. But what about me? Why am I so hesitant? I work for a promising company with a high salary and several employees, but because of the company, I have little influence in society. My classmates often envy my high salary, and I often tell them: you can effectively utilize social resources, but although I have a high salary, I lack social resources.

After much agonizing reflection, I pondered why this had happened, how my wife had changed, and how that Vice Principal Chu had entered my home on that rainy night. I needed the truth.

I bought a high-capacity MP3 player and secretly placed it in my wife's bag. I cut a hole in the bottom compartment, put it in, and started recording, listening to what my wife was doing all day.

Three days of recording yielded no results; the recordings were either of the noisy school or the street. During this time, it seemed my wife and Teacher Shen had also had a falling out, and they didn't see each other much. When talking about her affair with the vice principal, my wife would often get emotional and call her a "slut." I deliberately asked her what was wrong, but she wouldn't say. I teased her, "Are you a slut?" She said, "I'm only slutty for you." Hearing that made me feel a little bitter.

I waited patiently, but I needed to return to that distant city to continue working. I bought my train ticket and left that night so I could arrive the next morning.

During my three days at home, I made love to my wife, Wen, like crazy. In our five years of marriage, I've never been tired of her body, and Wen has never expressed dissatisfaction with our sex life. I've never tried 69, never had oral sex, never had anal sex, and I'm certainly not perverted enough to seek stimulation in open-air or public places. I think I don't need it, and I think Wen doesn't need it either.

I even wonder if there was that rainy night when I could forget about it.

At lunchtime, I was about to take out my MP3 player completely, because it would be easy to be discovered when I wasn't home. In the afternoon, I listened to a phone recording, which made me understand some things.

"Sister Shen, you were the one who brought Principal Chu in last time. I don't want to do that again," my wife said.

"How did you know my husband was leaving tonight? Ugh, stop talking about it," my wife said. "That Vice Principal Chu was too exhausting, and so perverted. I couldn't stand it." "I'm not going tonight. Aren't you afraid? If you like it, let him have his way," my wife said.

In the afternoon, my wife called to say she was having dinner with Sister Shen and her colleagues that evening, and also going to a karaoke bar to teach them how to sing.

I felt a pang of disappointment, but my penis suddenly felt aroused and hardened.

I told her I was also having dinner with my colleagues that night, and then going straight to the station, telling her to take care of herself. I joked that I didn't have time, that I was going to have to hold back for another month, and that I wanted to fuck her right now. She fell silent.

At noon, my wife wore a bright purple floral halter-back dress, which looked beautiful on her. It was a little tight around the chest, and her fair, rounded arms were completely exposed. On her wrist was her favorite jade bracelet. I knew clearly that the inside of that bracelet was engraved with our names; it was a gift I gave her on our fifth wedding anniversary. At that time, I firmly believed that our love would always be as pure and flawless as jade!

Her wardrobe was mostly filled with short skirts, and her favorite thing to do was wear sexy, alluring short skirts and go shopping with me. She had a full bust, a slender waist and legs, and especially a shapely, firm buttocks that looked beautiful in a dress. On the street, she knew men's eyes were fixed on her legs and chest; she understood her allure. Even without turning around, she enjoyed being seen as a beautiful young woman.

After work, she sat early in a teahouse overlooking the school, sipping bitter tea. Her mind wandered, even wondering if she had been wrong about her suspicions. At 6 pm

, Vice Principal Chu's Buick pulled out of the school gate. From a distance, she couldn't see who was inside, so she hailed a taxi and followed.

The car drove a long way to a restaurant built in a park, a grand and luxurious antique-style building.

Sitting on a park bench, she gazed at the bright lights and bustling city, a vibrant spectacle of urban life. Despite the summer heat, she felt a sense of autumn. What remained of her in this city? Though she too had experienced the pleasures of life, she couldn't truly find peace.

Finally, around 8 pm, they emerged. His wife seemed to stagger a little, while Vice Principal Chu supported her waist, placed his hand on her chest, and pulled up the hem of her sundress. His wife's head was buried in the vice principal's shoulder, and her bra was almost completely exposed.

The car stopped at a luxurious four-star hotel. They went inside, and I waited outside until they finished their check-in before entering.

A staff member greeted me warmly. I told them I was the driver for the two men and one woman from earlier, and asked which room our leader, "Director Chu," was in. The staff member told me it was room 1616. I said the leader had drunk too much and had booked several rooms. The staff member told me two, but I said I'd book another room next to the leader's, so it would be easier to take care of him. I

quietly slipped into the room, afraid of being seen; I felt like I'd done something wrong.

Looking out the 16th-floor window, the city lights shone brilliantly below. Peeking out the window, I saw the window next door was already open.

My wife's voice came through: "Close the window, others will hear." "I like others to hear! Today I'm going to let everyone hear how you, the vocal coach, sing under my baton!" "Let Xiaowen sing us a real song first," came Teacher Shen's voice.

"The shy rose quietly blooms," my wife's voice rang out.

"You really know how to pick songs. I love listening to 'Shy Rose,' let me see if it's bloomed yet," Principal

Chu said. Suddenly, his wife screamed, "Principal, how could you do this? Sister Xu is still here!" "So what if she's here? I've said before that I'd do both of you together." "Please close the window, please, Brother Chu." "It's not good if people hear." "I want people to hear, to hear how you sing so beautifully and expressively when I fuck you. Isn't that what I always say about you? Next time, I'll fuck you in public, at your performance!" "Ugh..." His wife seemed about to say something, but was interrupted.

"No, Sister Shen, please leave, please." The door closed.

"Look, my cock is in your mouth now, but I'm imagining it in your beautiful voice! Your little mouth is so sexy, it must be as sweet as honey!" You vocal teachers always say, "Open your throat to practice," I've discovered that your throat can be opened wide enough that my long cock is completely inside.

I once showed her sex videos, trying to arouse her desire. But as soon as she saw a scene of oral sex, she would immediately turn away and say to me, "Disgusting! How can you watch such vulgar stuff?" Vice Principal Chu must have been somewhat perverted, grabbing his wife's head with both hands, forcefully pressing her between his legs, and forcefully shoving his penis deep into her throat, his entire thick penis completely shoved into her mouth. She must have shown a painful expression.

Occasionally, I could hear a "gurgling" sound as his penis thrust in and out of her mouth.

"You have no idea how moved I was when I saw you!" Chu said slowly. Vice Principal Chu continued, "Every time there's a performance, I think about how beautiful your mouth is, and when I can finally put my cock in it.

" "Look at your cheeks, they're bulging, and your scrotum is pressed tightly against her chin. Are my testicles big?" Vice Principal Chu let out a comfortable groan, his tone somewhat unrestrained and strange. He gritted his teeth and squeezed out a sentence: "Ah... damn... this is the best... don't move now..." His wife let out a long whimper, clearly struggling to breathe.

All she could do was let out a few painful, intermittent moans, but these weren't the ecstatic moans of lovemaking; they were the dry heaving from the unbearable impact of the penis in her throat.

His wife screamed. The sounds of flesh colliding came from next door. Occasionally, a suppressed scream would pierce through the air.

"You won't call me, huh?" "Sit on my lap, look in the mirror." "How about it? Look in the mirror, sit on my lap, my cock is inside you, sing a song, let's sing 'In That Faraway Place'." I like bel canto.

The suppressed singing began. My wife must have been watching a scene of debauchery she never even imagined!

"I love it when you sing high notes, every time you sing a high note, your vagina clenches so tightly."

After singing it once.

"Go to the window, let me fuck the fairy, last time at your department's party, you sang the Yue Opera 'The Fairy Couple,' I wanted to fuck you, the fairy." My wife's head peeked out of the window, "Keep singing." The voice was even softer, but clearer. In that faraway place, there was even a sob, and during the singing, with each line, I heard a sound of flesh colliding, and I also heard my wife's suppressed moan.

"Please let me go back, please!" a scream escaped my wife's lips. "Stop pinching my butt, it hurts so much!" "Okay, okay, right here, I'll sing softly." A surge of anger burned within me, making my entire body tremble uncontrollably. Hearing my wife's bewildered and helpless voice, my heart ached. If I could, I wished I could rush over and pull my wife back from the hellish depths of her depravity. If I could, I wished I could go back to that day and kill those two scoundrels! I clenched my hands, hands that had saved countless lives, and for the first time, I considered using them to kill.

"I didn't take Viagra, and you couldn't take it anymore. Today, Xiao Shen brought Viagra; let's see how I play you to death." The laughter was laced with indescribable lewdness.

My wife's long hair fluttered in the window, and her repeated sounds and moans reminded me of Chapter Four, "Looking Back in Sorrow." In the hotel, I realized I hadn't actually heard it that clearly; I'd heard it through an MP3 recording. I'd intended to take the MP3 out at noon, fearing discovery, but then I noticed her whereabouts and decided against it. Besides, even if she found out, so what? Was I wrong? Actually, I was also thinking, why did I record it? Wasn't hearing it myself enough? What use was it as evidence for a divorce? After so many years of marriage, had we lost even this basic affection? My wife's humiliation was my incompetence; I didn't have the right to take care of her, so why should I pursue it?

I was consumed by deep self-reproach. Before, our life was carefree, we could live leisurely on a relatively high salary, but when difficulties arose, it was hard to find connections to help.

The house was nice, but there was a mortgage; the car was acceptable, but it was a company car. My wife said she didn't want to go to work because of this, and I laughed at her, saying, "I don't want to work either! High salary, high pressure, your job is so leisurely!" This dispelled her idea, but she already felt it was unfair.

Actually, in this chapter I originally wanted to write "Crazy Revenge," and I had many malicious thoughts about it—about Sister Shen, the principal's wife, even his daughter, and so on… But in reality, I find it difficult to truly take revenge. Perhaps in a later chapter I will write about revenge, but that will mostly be imagined; let's just talk about the helpless reality!

Also, some of the explicit content in this article is indeed borrowed from other works; any resemblance is purely coincidental! It's all for everyone's enjoyment!

After discovering them together at the hotel, I left the city and went to work in another city.

The moment the train started moving, I remembered the lyrics: "Far from this city, I'm going to find another space for myself; far from this city, don't think I don't care about what I've done in the past; far from this city, I'm not the kind of man you want; far from this city, my dear, I still love you; but I won't look back." The song echoed, and I wanted to leave this city, leave everything that troubled me. I knew my wife was helpless, and I comforted myself, saying that such things happen all the time. I'm not exactly celibate either, but I still love my wife. Her heart belongs to me, her body belongs to me, and of course, sometimes to him too! I'm

just worried. This principal has a good educational background and likes playing basketball; he seems like a very sunny man. Why is he so twisted?

In this distant city, I still often miss Xiaowen, the warmth and love she once gave me… At night, I recall Xiaowen's slender body sitting in Vice Principal Chu's lap, her breasts being grasped and bounced around by him, being ravaged again and again, emitting unbearable moans… The endless night makes it hard to fall asleep, my wife's body jumping before my eyes again and again… I'll go to the internet cafe, or watch porn. I used to like watching Japanese AV movies, but now, out of boredom and resentment, I like watching all sorts of things.

Especially stories about married women, like "Young Woman Bai Jie," deeply moved me. I even felt a poignant beauty in them—how beautiful Bai Jie was, how beautiful the lovemaking scenes were! It

even made me wonder: if love is beautiful, is sex only beautiful through violence? Is tender penetration too lacking in passion? Sometimes, the sight of a petite figure moaning beneath a large man gives me a powerful thrill.

The thought of her being pinned down by another man fills me with agonizing pain, yet deep down, I yearn for the familiar and warm days of the past. If I could go back, I would pay any price! In the past, when I was with my wife, I loved Xi Murong's poem "The Death of the White Bird": "

If you are the archer with tears in your eyes, then I am the white bird determined to no longer dodge, waiting for the arrow to pierce my already shattered heart. If you are the only archer in this world who can hurt me, then I am all your youthful years, all your unforgettable joys and sorrows, like the last cloud disappearing into the infinitely blue sky. Let me die by your hand, as if finally dying in your arms." This poem has become a slander; now I hate the romantic things I once loved. I am the white bird whose heart was shattered by that arrow.

I'm going to find Teacher Shen, and I'm going to find Teacher Shen's husband to expose her. If it weren't for this vicious woman's betrayal, Xiaowen wouldn't have fallen into Tong's trap. I want revenge!

Without prior notice, I arrived home in the afternoon. My wife was surprised to see me that evening, asking why I looked so haggard, whether I was working too hard, and telling me to take care of myself. She told me that the school was currently meeting standards, and all the teachers had to work overtime and come home late.

I noticed she exuded a captivating charm, without a trace of anxiety or unease. I guessed she might no longer be with Principal Chu.

I asked her for Ms. Shen's phone number and called her husband, Mr. Guo, saying I needed his help and we could discuss it the next day.

That night, we made love as usual. She was very engaged and passionate, as if she had been deprived of it for a long time, but her vagina took a long time to become wet, betraying her. She also moaned dramatically during her orgasm, and I ejaculated on her stomach. When

the lights came on, I noticed she was bald. I asked her what happened. She said her vulva was itchy, and the doctor said it was a yeast infection and advised her to shave it to make it easier to apply medication.

The next day, we met at the agreed-upon restaurant, a more secluded place. Mr. Guo was rather thin and a very serious man.

After three drinks, I told Mr. Guo: "Our wives are good friends. I hope our families can sit together next time to strengthen our communication, instead of just the two of us."

Mr. Guo seemed somewhat dismissive when talking about Teacher Shen. I said, "Your families have quite a close relationship with Vice Principal Chu's family." "Not just our two families," Mr. Guo replied. "Vice Principal Chu is Teacher Shen's teacher and has always taken good care of her."

I thought Mr. Guo was a very honest person, and I was also quite indignant, so I told him directly, "Teacher Shen and Vice Principal Chu have an inappropriate relationship, did you know that?" I thought he would be very surprised, even angry with me, since I had brought my MP3 player. But he was very calm. Much later, when I recalled the scene, only one word could describe him.

He said calmly, "I know."

I said, "Do you know? Teacher Shen dragged my wife into this too, did you know that?"

He still said calmly, "I had a premonition."

My thoughts suddenly became very chaotic. Wasn't Mr. Guo living a good, carefree, and calm life? And why was I always entangled in lust and indignation?

Mr. Guo continued drinking, saying, "Teacher Shen has always been quite strong, both mentally and physically, and she has a very strong sense of vanity." In this way, she could satisfy her desires and also gain financial benefits. The money she earned was mainly used to pay for the house and car.

After a few drinks, Mr. Guo seemed a bit sentimental, saying, "Form is emptiness, emptiness is form. Take it easy, everything is fleeting, even if you stay together for a lifetime, you may not understand each other.

" I was also a bit bewildered. Mr. Guo continued, "Sometimes Vice Principal Chu even comes to my house. Let them have their fun, it's just two pieces of flesh rubbing together." "After the rubbing, dust to dust, ashes to ashes." The important thing is our attitude towards things.

Mr. Guo added, "I was once as angry as you, but at our age, can we still satisfy women?" "Women have worked hard for half their lives, shouldn't they be allowed to have physical pleasure?" After Mr. Guo finished speaking, his eyes seemed a little moist.

Teacher Shen was satisfying her own desires and vanity, but she shouldn't have dragged my wife down with her. She had always lived a stable life, unlike Teacher Shen who was so promiscuous and greedy. But her husband didn't care, her boss didn't care, but I did!

I told Mr. Guo that I still found it unbearable and that I wanted to talk to Teacher Shen.

I wanted to see just how slutty Teacher Shen was, and what her slutty side looked like! I wanted to make her kneel before me, to fuck her mouth, to fuck her face.

After the drinking session, I called her while walking down the street and told her that I had sent her a recording online.

The next day, she texted me, saying she wanted to meet to discuss something. I asked her to meet me in the garden below the hotel, but she refused, saying she was at her home. I knew she was guilty.

When I arrived at her home that evening, Mr. Guo wasn't home. She explained that she had gone to work overtime at school.

She was wearing a white, floral, sleeveless dress, her chest was bulging, her round arms were exposed, and her hair was a little wet.

"I just finished showering, and you came. I saw your recording. How did you get it?" "I don't need to tell you how I got it. You tell me what to do!" I said.

"I was helping Xiaowen with this, and I don't know what happened after that," she said.

"You don't know, but I do. Xiaowen slept with Vice Principal Chu, and you were there, weren't you?" I was beyond furious.

I was so angry that I yelled, "He already slept with Xiaowen, you slut, and you dare say it has nothing to do with you!" But at this point, I had no intention of reasoning. Like a wild beast, I rushed forward and grabbed her, and we both fell to the ground.

She cried out in surprise, "Xuecheng, let me go. You..." Before she could finish speaking, I pressed my knee against her back and grabbed her long hair.

I hadn't hit anyone in years; those were all experiences from my youth!

Teacher Shen shouted, "What are you doing?" But at this point, I was on the verge of madness, completely losing my reason. Only two words were on my mind: "Fuck her!" I wanted to fuck this woman and make this arrogant woman beg for mercy! I responded with actions. I forcefully pressed her to the ground, twisting her struggling arms backward. She struggled, shouting, "Old Guo, come quick!" She was a woman, not very strong. I ignored her struggles and punched her shoulder hard. Her arm immediately went limp. I pressed my knee against her back, grabbed her long hair, and she stopped struggling.

Teacher Shen lay on the ground, struggling to lift her head, seemingly having difficulty even breathing.

"Let me go, you can do whatever you want," she said.

I made her turn over, pressed my knee against her stomach, and pressed my hands against her neck, saying, "Can I fuck you?" She struggled again. I grabbed her breasts and squeezed them tightly. "Slut, behave yourself." She closed her eyes and said helplessly, "Do whatever you want." I reached out and lifted her skirt, revealing white panties. I pulled the panties off and reached into her vagina, pressing hard against her vagina.

Teacher Shen moaned with my movements, making me feel even more conquered.

I pulled off her panties, lifted her skirt, spread her thighs apart, and pressed my penis against the entrance of her vagina.

Her vaginal opening wasn't moist enough; it was still dry. I used my hands to pry open her vagina and tried my best to insert the head of my penis, hearing her cry out in pain.

I had to see her pained expression. I stopped moving, and she still had her eyes closed. I said to her, "Now my cock is inside, inside your cunt." She suddenly opened her eyes: "Why are you bullying me? Isn't your Xiaowen being played with by Vice Principal Chu?" "Vice Principal Chu is much more skilled than you. Maybe Xiaowen is screaming in agony under her abuse, and you're taking it out on me here!" This shameless woman showed no remorse for her filthy behavior. I, on the other hand, seemed like a cowardly coward who had forced her way in!

"If it weren't for you, you slut, how could Xiaowen have fallen for it?" I slapped her across the face.

"Come on, Vice Principal Chu has taken a liking to every female teacher he's ever had, and not one of them has escaped his grasp! Do you know how many in the art department haven't been played with by him?" "Your Xiaowen is the same, maybe even more slutty than me, and right now she's probably begging for mercy from Vice Principal Chu's abuse." "Fuck me hard, avenge your Xiaowen!" I knew this woman had a natural charisma that made her want to be conquered, like a wild horse that needed to be whipped.

Teacher Shen said again in a mocking tone, "Old Chu is a scoundrel, he only plays with female teachers. Xiaowen can still be promoted to professor this time. In a few days, you can fuck a professor at home."

I felt numb with anger, my penis had lost all feeling, no pleasure, only anger. Anger made my penis feel like a knife stabbing into her body, like a big stick hitting her genitals. I no longer felt any tender excitement, only a sword of revenge!

"I'm fucking a female professor right now, aren't you?" Her vagina was slowly becoming less dry, and each insertion was a desperate impact, which she endured again and again.

"Xuecheng, I've heard Xiaowen say you're quite sexually capable. You're really amazing!" The woman wasn't fully aroused physically, but she was already somewhat excited.

I made her get up, lie face down on the sofa, and lifted her dress, revealing her white, full buttocks. Her face was dark, but her body was very white.

"Ouch, that hurts." I ripped off her lace panties, pulled out my penis—numb and erect from anger—and thrust it in from behind. Because of the tension and the fact that her buttocks were full and her legs weren't open, it felt even tighter.

As I thrust, I thought of my Xiaowen, wondering if she was being played with like this under Vice Principal Chu's crotch right now.

Chapter Five, "Accompanied by Sound and Color":

Beautiful women are prone to narcissism. My wife's complexion is getting better and better, her spirits are much higher than before, and she's become more ambitious. She used to be indifferent to departmental work, but now she's actively striving for things like excellent courses, key courses, key research groups, performance showcases, program arrangement, and attending conferences—in short, she's become an active member of the department.

My wife has also started paying more attention to her appearance. She used to dislike wearing clothes that were too tight, feeling it wasn't appropriate to show off her breasts, but now she wears sweaters, showing off her figure as she walks around. She prefers going shopping with Professor Shen, and she's having more social engagements in the evenings, often working overtime for work.

I'm still working out of town. I want to confront my wife, but what will happen? Will I become a laughingstock at the company, disrupting the current balance? I can't be like those workers, drawing my sword; I have to consider my position. Besides, I'm also satisfying my own desires by having sex with many women; I'm also responsible to my family.

Countless nights, my wife became my masturbation object. I missed her writhing, her moans, her trembling, and ejaculated again and again.

Then the Edison Chen photo scandal broke online, involving Edison Chen and Charles Henley. I downloaded and watched it; it was quite exciting. Especially Cecilia Cheung in "Fly Me to Polaris"—she was so pure. One of my female colleagues once told me that she cried buckets of tears when she watched the movie again. I was curious then, was it really that moving?

Every man has a favorite celebrity. In their imagination, each celebrity has been violated a thousand times in various positions and by various people. Not long ago, I saw news that Japanese lifelike mannequins are becoming more and more realistic. I think that in the future, the best sex object might be a machine. I heard that there are places in Changchun that offer celebrity mold services, allowing people to satisfy their desire to play with celebrities.

Looking at Cecilia Cheung's pictures, I felt truly grateful to her. She vividly demonstrated oral sex and intercourse, how exciting it is! How many people masturbated because of it, how many went to hotels to find girls like Cecilia Cheung, how much GDP did it boost?

Once at the company, I drank too much, and a female colleague said, "You know, you're very sexy. You're the dream girl of so many people in the company." She blushed, very happy. Actually, to put it bluntly, it meant "how many people dream of playing with and ravaging you." Thirdly

, let's talk about my wife. Time flies when you're away. By the end of the year, the market was doing very well, and the company transferred me back to headquarters.

When I'm away, I can forget, but what about at home?

The year-end performance was coming up, and my wife was the training instructor for the performance, and she also had a performance herself, so she became even busier.

Every time I saw my wife with her exquisite makeup, I wanted to have sex with her. It always felt like my wife was going to leave me, so I felt like I should have sex with her as much as possible.

One night, my wife came home very late after directing rehearsals. She told me that their performance was unlikely to win an award, and her solo performance might be moved up instead of being the finale, which made her a little unhappy. Xiaowen discussed with me about inviting Vice Principal Chu and Teacher Shen to dinner tomorrow. She asked me what we should eat, and I said I was tired of stir-fries and seafood, so let's go eat wild game tomorrow.

Before the dinner, my wife kept asking me what clothes would look good on her, and I said, "Nothing looks best." She said,

"Then I really won't wear anything." "If you don't wear anything, I'll eat you tonight." "You're a pervert, did you watch some videos? I heard Japanese people are this perverted." Before leaving, my wife specially sprayed a bottle of perfume with French writing on it under her armpits and on her neck.

The next day, Vice Principal Chu and Teacher Shen were at a small restaurant. We ordered several dishes, including wild boar, pheasant, and venison. When we asked Teacher Shen for her opinion, she looked at Vice Principal Chu and said,

"Let's have ginseng stewed with deer penis, with some deer blood, so you can both have some nourishment." Vice Principal Chu asked, "Little Shen, do you eat this often?" Teacher Shen replied, "Principal Chu, are you joking? I rarely eat it." "It's for your husband, Lao Guo," Xiao Wen said.

"He's cultivating immortality," Teacher Shen said.

Vice Principal Chu looked at me seriously and said, "Men eat cooked food, women eat raw food, but both are very nourishing." Teacher Shen laughed somewhat knowingly, and his wife laughed too.

Vice Principal Chu was very generous, and Teacher Shen was also a heroine; we quickly finished two bottles of baijiu. At the table, we learned that Vice Principal Chu and Teacher Shen had jointly opened a private school.

I felt a little dizzy from the drink. Normally, 42-proof liquor wouldn't have bothered me, but today we were drinking 52-proof Yanghe Blue Classic, which wasn't to my liking. Xiaowen, persuaded by Teacher Shen, also had a little. Teacher Shen ordered two more glasses of the local deer antler wine.

After dinner, Teacher Shen said, "Let's go sing karaoke! Xiaowen sings very well!" Teacher Shen then called two girls, and whispered to me that these two girls worked part-time at a karaoke bar.

The night air was refreshing, the moon was sparse, and the city lights illuminated the city.

We arrived at a karaoke bar; there were only small private rooms, no large ones, but it wasn't crowded. We ordered some dried fruit, and Vice Principal Chu ordered a dozen beers.

Vice Principal Chu sang the first song; he has a very good voice, and his rendition of "In That Faraway Place" was excellent.

The singer's voice was powerful and moving; even without a microphone, it was flawless, clearly showing professional training. Principal Chu seemed to have a passion and talent for both music and sports, and he was so handsome.

My wife sang "Never Give Up."

We drank and sang, everyone a little tipsy, when Teacher Shen suggested we dance.

We changed to dance music. Being a technical person, I only had a superficial understanding of dance, but I managed to join Teacher Shen. Teacher Shen seemed a little drunk too; her high breasts trembled slightly. Her low-cut dress revealed her bare breasts, their full, rounded shape alluringly exposed, truly captivating. Her skin reflected a snow-white light, exceptionally glaring in the dim light of the private room, and her black underwear was clearly visible.

Meanwhile, Vice Principal Chu and Xiao Wen danced very well, performing various moves. Watching Xiao Wen nestled like a little bird in Vice Principal Chu's arms, I felt a little hazy. Just now, I was singing with Xiaowen, and two of Xiaowen's female friends were singing along.

Teacher Shen said, "Xiaowen dances really well." Then we continued drinking, and as I drank more beer, I became increasingly sleepy.

Suddenly, Teacher Shen said to the two girls, "It's getting late, you two should go home." I volunteered to take them downstairs.

A cold wind blew downstairs, and on my way back, I went to the wrong room. Pushing open the door, I saw two girls dancing in their lingerie.

I finally found my room and, in a daze, saw Xiaowen singing a duet with the principal.

I was already drunk. Teacher Shen came over and let me lie on her lap. I felt a warm embrace, but I couldn't move.

Through my hazy vision, I saw Xiaowen leaning on Vice Principal Chu's shoulder.

I don't know if it was a few minutes or hours later, but I opened my eyes and, through Teacher Shen's armpit, I thought I saw Xiaowen kissing Vice Principal Chu.

In a daze, I was helped into a car, and then I remember nothing more.

Vice Principal Chu said, "I feel very comfortable like this, how about you?" "No, my husband is right next to me." "It's okay, he won't wake up." But they didn't know I was already somewhat awake; my vision was blurry, my head ached, and I felt weak all over.

Her body was pressed against Vice Principal Chu's beside me. He had a strong physique; compared to him, my wife was a petite woman.

He had already pulled open her top, and her breasts were being held tightly. My wife struggled weakly, saying, "Let me go, don't wake my husband." "I really like your perfume; is this the one I gave you last time? This perfume smells so good. Did you spray it down there?" My wife nodded vigorously, but Vice Principal Chu's lips were still pressed against her delicate neck.

My wife has a beautiful neck; I often say you have a neck like Vivien Leigh's—long and beautiful. A woman has several curves: the neck, the waistline, the hip line, and the bust line. Among these, the neck is the most elegant, the waistline is the most alluring, and the hip line always looks best when undressed.

His hand slipped inside Xiaowen's full breasts, pushed up her bra, and grasped her full breasts.

"Oh," Xiaowen couldn't help but moan. She glanced at me, shaking her head slightly, as if pleading for something, but dared not speak loudly. But his large hands began to knead her now completely exposed breasts.

I knew my wife's breasts were very sensitive, even more so than vaginal penetration.

Her skirt had been lifted, and Xiaowen, filled with fear, began to despair, because Vice Principal Chu had pulled down her black lace panties from under her skirt.

My wife began to struggle violently, but her arms were pinned to her sides. Xiaowen turned her head, and Vice Principal Chu shoved the black lace panties into her mouth.

Vice Principal Chu warned Xiaowen in a harsh tone, "Don't move anymore, or you'll wake your husband!" Her eyes were already blurry with tears. She sobbed and shook her head and nodded repeatedly. Her wife stopped struggling. Vice Principal Chu used his leg to push against Xiaowen's thighs, spreading her buttocks apart.

Xiaowen let out a soft "Ugh," her weak and pleading appearance truly reminding me of pear blossoms in the rain—the ancients were right.

Vice Principal Chu pulled down his pants, revealing his penis. This heartless man had a penis as hard as iron, as magnificent as his own physique, long and strong, standing erect in the moonlight.

She struggled desperately, but Vice Principal Chu roughly reached into Xiaowen's genitals, inserting his fingers into her warm vagina, lifting her up and pulling hard. She bent over in pain, her buttocks raised.

A muffled moan escaped her lips, a soft, delicate whimper.

Watching all this felt like watching a movie, or a dream; everything was so real, yet so unreal.

Xiaowen's legs were tightly clamped together, a final act of resistance, perhaps born of despair, resistance merely an instinct.

"Are you afraid to be fucked? I've fucked you so many times in your house—the bedroom, the sofa, the study, the bathroom, the balcony, and oh yes, the dining table. Why are you shy this time?" I saw Xiaowen tremble slightly.

"By the way, I've fucked you everywhere in your house, except in front of your husband. If only he were awake!" Suddenly, Xiaowen let out two rapid "oohs," her mouth wide open, the thin panties falling from her lips. I knew the thick penis had pierced Xiaowen's warm nest.

Vice Principal Chu yanked Xiaowen's head around, quickly kissing her lips, his hips thrusting violently, the entire thick penis penetrating Xiaowen's vagina.

Xiaowen was already lost in passion. She closed her eyes, and the only sounds coming from her mouth were moans; she had no room for resistance.

The Simmons mattress vibrated, and my body throbbed with each movement of my wife's.

Vice Principal Chu looked up. My wife was panting heavily, partly because her mouth had been blocked for so long, and partly because her chest was being pressed down by a strong man.

A conqueror's smile appeared on Vice Principal Chu's lips as he thrust his penis violently.

My wife whispered, "Principal, please, let's go to another room." "Your indescribable honey pot is sucking on my glans, your writhing, lustful flesh tightly enveloping my entire penis. Isn't this what your heart's deepest desire?

What a wonderful night!" At this moment, Vice Principal Chu was still composing poetry, writing his lewd poems.

Vice Principal Chu's thrusts became even more powerful and rougher.

"Mmm...mmm...mmm...I...I'm going to be played to death by you..." Xiaowen knew that this vice principal was using threats to possess her body time and time again. Her moans of pleasure beneath him were a form of humiliation, but she couldn't control the surge of pleasure, repeatedly being ravaged to orgasm.

She felt the man's penis sometimes emptying inside her, sometimes filling her completely—a feeling she had never experienced before.

Xiaowen's supple waist swayed violently, the pleasure growing stronger. "Mmm...no...don't." Xiaowen panicked, wanting to reach orgasm in front of her husband. She pleaded, "Oh...no...please...I'll let you play with me next time." "Next time, let me play with your asshole," Vice Principal Chu threatened. Xiaowen nodded.

Vice Principal Chu said, "Hold me tight," and Xiaowen complied.

Suddenly, Vice Principal Chu grabbed Xiaowen's thighs and lifted her up, Xiaowen completely clinging to him. Under the dim moonlight, Xiaowen looked like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, or a trophy impaled on a spear.

Xiao Wen could only whimper; she couldn't make any other sound.

He would occasionally thrust his penis inside her, which was easier to lift because of her small buttocks.

Vice Principal Chu started walking towards another room, but Xiao Wen on top of him was still writhing. She pleaded in a trembling voice, "Gently, slowly... oh... slower..." Vice Principal Chu held Xiao Wen's buttocks and lifted her up and down. Suddenly, he said, "That's your wedding photo, isn't it? It's really beautiful. Actually, I wanted to fuck you the first time I saw you!" With Vice Principal Chu's thrusting, Xiao Wen began to spasm. The intense pleasure numbed her sense of shame. She moaned ecstatically, then screamed, her whole body trembling uncontrollably. "

Today I'm going to ravage you to your heart's content," they said, walking towards another bedroom.

Chapter Six: Art Department Girl's Affairs Like a Fleeting Dream. Can a real dream really leave no trace?

Waking up in the morning, I was very thirsty, feeling as if it were a dream. What really happened last night? My mind was both clear and somewhat confused.

My wife had already prepared breakfast. "I dreamt that you had sex with someone else last night. Guess who it was?" I said.

"Who?" "Vice Principal Chu." My wife blushed. "You're just imagining things." If this had happened before, I would have believed her completely, but now I didn't, because I wasn't drunk.

My wife went to work, and I went to the company to run some errands.

When I got to the company, we chatted at noon. "What's the latest news?" "It's mainly about the 'Beast Gate,' that one," Xiao Zhang replied.

"What 'Beast Gate,' did the tiger at the zoo bite someone again?" I asked.

"Boss, you're always online, but you're out of touch this time. 'Beast Gate' is a car model, quite pretty," Xiao Zhang smiled ambiguously.

"I'll watch it sometime." In the afternoon, Xiao Zhang uploaded the video of that "Beast Gate" to my laptop.

That "Beast Gate" was very tall and beautiful, with a very lewd look in her eyes. The video was very clear. It must be really fun to play with a woman like that from behind! And she also seemed very professional, like a well-trained Japanese AV actress.

I decided to install a video surveillance system at home, both to watch my wife's lewd behavior and as a potential accomplice to confront that Vice Principal Chu.

I asked a classmate who works in IT to help me install cameras around the house, in the bedroom, bathroom, study, and on several lights and wall switches. I also installed two clothes hanger systems and a camera system in our car.

Later, I asked him about a miniature camera that could be mounted on a handbag. I bought a pretty women's handbag, modified it into a camera system, and gave it to my wife; she was very happy.

I was very busy at work, entertaining various clients. My wife also continued working as usual.

Gradually, the video footage from the various cameras accumulated. Especially a video from home, because it recorded the ceiling light, table lamp, and light switches, was very clear.

I watched it and was amazed at how many ways there were to use it.
The first segment: On the third day after drinking, my wife returned home, and the principal also came in.

"Ah—" Xiaowen screamed as Vice Principal Chu suddenly pounced on her, pinning her to the edge of the bed from behind.

"I'm not ready yet, wait a minute," Xiaowen pleaded.

Her smooth, slender neck and flowing long hair were scattered across the bed, her plump, white breasts curving against the edge.

"I love fucking you from behind, your flat, firm ass is so satisfying." Today, she was wearing a light yellow thin t-shirt and a purple floral long skirt, which was now lifted up. Her long, beautiful legs stood straight beside the table.

Vice Principal Chu unzipped his pants and pulled out his penis. The penis stood ugly and erect, pressed against his stomach.

"Ah!" Xiaowen screamed, her long, straight hair covering her face, and she suddenly thrust forward.

Vice Principal Chu grabbed Xiaowen's hair and pulled hard, causing her to scream again and lift her face. Then the principal began to violently thrust into the woman's buttocks.

The principal's tall frame and powerful hips slammed violently against the woman's fleshy buttocks, making a "slap, slap" sound.

"Please, let me take off my underwear, otherwise it hurts too much," Xiaowen pleaded.

"Squeeze your buttocks tight," Vice Principal Chu slapped Xiaowen's buttocks.

Vice Principal Chu grabbed Xiaowen's breasts, turned her around, and Xiaowen's underwear fell to the ground.

"Pick it up yourself." With a penis still inside her, Xiaowen bent over and picked up her underwear.

Vice Principal Chu turned her around again, and Xiaowen was back on the bed. He grabbed her hips and thrust hard, and Xiaowen screamed even more.

"Principal, please spare me!" "I told you what to call me." Another forceful thrust.

"Husband, I'll call you husband," Xiaowen said tremulously.

"What about your previous husband?" Vice Principal Chu asked.

"He was a bastard," Xiaowen sobbed.

"Please don't talk about him, okay?" "Just mentioning him makes your pussy clench tighter." Vice Principal Chu: "Speak louder, what is he? Say it the way I taught you last time I fucked you." Vice Principal Chu pulled Xiaowen's long hair back sharply, thrusting his penis in forcefully. Xiaowen's jade neck rose high, her body jerked forward, and then she gasped for breath, seemingly unable to catch her breath.

"He's a bastard, a bastard who gave his wife to someone else to fuck." "Say it again." Vice Principal Chu grabbed the woman's long hair with his left hand and slapped her buttocks hard with his right, as if riding a wild horse. Xiaowen's long hair was constantly pulled back, her jade neck rose high, and her body moved forward on the bed with his penis. In this way, Vice Principal Chu began to fuck Xiaowen again and again.

Our wedding photo was on the headboard, and every time Xiaowen looked up, she was facing the wedding photo.

"Look, your husband is watching us, watching you get fucked like a bitch," Vice Principal Chu teased.

"Please turn off the light," Xiaowen pleaded again.

"Looking at a beauty under the light is such a waste. A beauty should be fucked under the light. I'll fuck you in front of your husband later, you know? Last time, I fucked Ms. Jiang from the dance department to death in front of her husband. Now, she trembles and her pussy is overflowing with juice whenever she sees my dick," Vice Principal Chu threatened.

"You can do whatever you want to me, just please don't mention my husband anymore, okay?" The wife was probably ashamed, moaning and begging the principal for mercy.

"Okay, I won't mention her. But your pussy got excited so quickly? How can you do this to your husband?

" Vice Principal Chu said.

"Please... don't say it anymore... ah, it hurts... it's killing me," the wife moaned.

While the wife was still panting, Vice Principal Chu flipped her over, put her legs on his shoulders, and pressed down, almost folding her over, making her buttocks stick up.

Vice Principal Chu picked up his wife's underwear and wiped his penis with it, then used the white underwear to wipe his wife's genitals. With a groan from his wife, his penis again roughly and deeply penetrated Xiaowen's vagina, relentlessly pounding into her like a pile driver, each strike hitting the very bottom.

"It's too deep, you're going to fuck me to death," Xiaowen's legs began to twitch, as if trying to pull back.

"Your legs are so flexible. That dance teacher, Ms. Jiang, can do the splits; it's even more fun to fuck her like that." "Ah…you're killing me…" Her voice trembled, her chest heaving rapidly.

"You know what? You look just like Song Zuying, especially when you're made up at the concert. Just now at the concert, so many people said you looked like Song Zuying, they practically wanted to fuck you backstage!" "By the way, sing me 'Good Days'," Vice Principal Chu said, pressing down on her breasts.

"You're pressing down on me so I can't breathe, how can I sing?" "Okay, let go." Vice Principal Chu lowered his wife's legs, his penis still inside her, and released his hands from her breasts.

"Today is a good day, all my wishes will come true. A few more days will be good days..." His wife's singing began.

She had only sung a few lines when her moaned again, and Principal Chu's penis thrust in again.

"How can I sing like this?" his wife said in a trembling voice.

"You sing a line, I'll fuck you. I can't keep my dick waiting like this. Besides, with this conductor's baton, you'll sing better." "Today is a good day, um... ah." "May all your wishes come true, ah, ah, ah." "Tomorrow is a good day, ah, ah, ah." The wife's voice trembled more and more.

"The way you sing is very similar to Li Guyi's breathy singing style. Did Li Guyi learn this singing style while being fucked back then?" Vice Principal Chu teased.

"Ah! Husband... hurry up!... Oh, I... I want you!" Xiaowen felt like she was suffocating, and she could no longer speak.

"Tell me, is my dick big?" "Big, big, your dick is really big. Fuck me, I'm a slut, I like your hard and big dick." The wife had lost her will, her consciousness was blurred, and only her body was moving and dancing in uncontrollable desire, vaguely responding to Principal Chu's questions.

She was probably close to climaxing, her moans growing louder and louder. "Hey, husband's here!" Xiaowen cried out, her whole body trembling, unconsciously screaming... A large amount of fluid gushed from her vagina, like a tap that had been turned on, flowing endlessly.

Old Chu's movements became more intense, and he grabbed his wife's panties and stuffed them into her mouth, his penis thrusting into Xiaowen's vagina again and again... After a long time, Xiaowen gradually came to her senses from the intense orgasm, took out her panties, turned her head away, and cried.

"Look how wet the bed is! You slut, you even squirted!" Vice Principal Chu, whose wife had been fucked to the point of incontinence, and on their own bed, said, "Your fluids are enough to raise a turtle. I'll fuck you a little longer, let it flow more, so you can keep it to raise a turtle." Vice Principal Chu sat to the side, his erect penis covered in their remaining fluids, and lewdly laughed.

Seeing her disheveled state, and feeling ashamed of being humiliated like this in her own home, an overwhelming sadness and resentment welled up in her heart.

"Don't say anymore... I've already given it to you... Please let me up..."

Xiaowen, still weak, said through tears.

"Your posture and expression are so lewd and alluring, I haven't had enough yet!" Vice Principal Chu pressed his penis closer to his wife's vagina.

"No... I don't want it anymore... Put me down... My legs are sore." Vice Principal Chu used his fingers to pry open Xiaowen's vagina again. Xiaowen struggled desperately, her face contorted in pain. Xiaowen

's pubic hair was thick and matted. Gently parting it, one could see that her clitoris was already engorged and dark red, with some clear fluid hanging at the vaginal opening.

At this moment, Xiaowen suddenly widened her eyes, as if enduring something, and took a deep breath, opening her mouth wide but unable to speak.

It turned out that the principal's thumb was pinching her clitoris through the fleshy walls of her labia majora, while his index finger was inserted into her anus. The two fingers worked together, desperately rubbing the thin membrane-like muscles between her vagina and anus.

"Ah...I'm going to die..." Xiaowen was clearly unable to withstand such stimulation, her legs trembling as if they had no strength.

Chapter Seven: Rape in Front of My Husband, Section One: Last time, after playing with the art department girl, I agreed to let Vice Principal Chu come to my house and, as requested, he was only allowed to play with Xiaowen, while I could only watch from the sidelines, and I had to watch.

Vice Principal Chu entered the house. The food and wine were already prepared. Xiaowen's face changed as soon as she saw the principal.

Vice Principal Chu said, "Look what I brought!" He opened the package himself, revealing a jar of blue and white porcelain wine. After opening the jar, a fragrant aroma immediately filled the room. Inside was a long, cylindrical object. Vice Principal Chu said, "Guess what this is?" I looked at it; the object was about 17 or 18 cm long and 2 cm thick, with a conical head, and was grayish-brown. I thought to myself, it's probably bull penis.

Vice Principal Chu said, "Xiaowen, guess?" "Rabbit meat," Xiaowen blushed.

Vice Principal Chu laughed, "Xuecheng, guess what?" "Bull penis." "Wrong, this is one of the three gifts I received when I went to the Northeast to recruit students last time. One is ginseng, another is toad oil. I gave the toad oil to Xiaowen last time, and it seems your breasts are even fuller now. This stuff has a miraculous effect on breast enhancement." Vice Principal Chu laughed heartily.

"And the rarest one is this." Vice Principal Chu looked at me, "This is real tiger penis, soaked for half a year. I'm sharing it with you today, Brother Xuecheng. And I'll share it with you too." Old Chu said, looking at Xiaowen.

"Principal Chu, you should drink." Xiaowen hurriedly covered up her guilt a little.

"That's right, food and sex are human nature, eat first, then sex." Vice Principal Chu teased.

After we had a few drinks, Vice Principal Chu said, Xiaowen, stop busy, come and have a drink with me! I knew in my heart that Old Chu was planning to play with Xiaowen at home today, so I also invited, "We're not strangers, come on over!" Xiaowen came with a smile.

Vice Principal Chu poured a glass of wine and said, "Xiaowen, have a drink too." "I don't know how, let Xuecheng keep you company," Xiaowen declined.

"Then when will you keep me company? I just said, food and sex are human nature. If Xuecheng keeps you company when you eat, who will keep you company afterward?" Old Chu teased.

"Brother Chu, you're talking nonsense," Xiaowen turned to the side and kicked Old Chu with her foot.

"You have to drink a few glasses, or let Xuecheng keep me company," Old Chu said.

Xiaowen couldn't refuse and said, "Xuecheng can't drink. He got drunk with you last time, so I'll reluctantly do it."

The three of us started drinking slowly, half-drunk. Vice Principal Chu and Xiaowen flirted and teased each other in front of me, and I, in my hazy state, felt like I was watching a movie.

"You must have drunk this glass of wine today," Vice Principal Chu said.

"I'm already drunk," Xiaowen declined.

"If you don't drink this, you'll have to sleep with me!" Vice Principal Chu held the glass up to Xiao Wen. Xiao Wen quickly tried to refuse with her eyes and hands. Suddenly, Vice Principal Chu put his arm around Xiao Wen's neck and pulled her close.

Xiao Wen looked at me anxiously, struggling, her face full of worry, and said, "Brother Chu, you're drunk!" With a sudden pull, Xiao Wen's face pressed against Vice Principal Chu's body, and the wine spilled onto her chest, running down her suit collar and into her breasts. Xiao Wen screamed and struggled even more frantically.

"Xuecheng, help! Old Chu is drunk!" Continuing to struggle, the remaining wine spilled onto Old Chu's crotch.

Vice Principal Chu said, "I'm not drunk. Xuecheng already knows about our relationship, right?" I said, "Yes, Xiaowen, don't try to be both a whore and a virtuous woman. He invited me here today! Stop sneaking around. From now on, just play at home. It's embarrassing to go out and let people see you." Xiaowen stood there stunned for a moment, looking completely lost, and suddenly her face was covered in tears.

"Why are you crying? Isn't this better? Not only now, but from now on, Old Chu can fuck you whenever he wants," I teased.

Vice Principal Chu could no longer suppress the wild fire within him. He roughly grabbed her breast from her clothes and excitedly rubbed it hard.

"Ah—" Xiaowen was completely unprepared for Vice Principal Chu's sudden action. She screamed and struggled, but her strength was so weak that she was easily pulled into his arms. One hand squeezed her delicate breasts, while the other reached inside her short skirt.

"Xiaowen, today I'm going to do you in front of your husband," Vice Principal Chu said, his body groping her and unbuttoning her shirt one button at a time. Her snow-white, delicate breasts were tightly wrapped in a triangular black bra, revealing a deep cleavage that gleamed alluringly under the dim red lamplight.

"Brother Chu, please give me some face and spare me. Let's go to another room!" Xiaowen pleaded.

"No, don't look!" Xiaowen looked at me again, sobbing softly.

"Alright!" Vice Principal Chu grabbed Xiaowen's buttocks, lifted her up, and walked towards the bedroom.

In Vice Principal Chu's arms, Xiaowen was like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, sobbing helplessly.

They walked towards the bedroom.

"Close the door, please, no, please!" Such words only fueled Vice Principal Chu's lust.

"Ah—" Xiaowen screamed involuntarily.

The bedroom door was open, and I watched it all as if I were watching an adult film.

Xiaowen was thrown onto the bed, and Vice Principal Chu's tall figure covered her body. Xiaowen was still sobbing. Suddenly, her short skirt flew out of Vice Principal Chu's hands.

Vice Principal Chu pushed Xiaowen's bra down to her armpits, impatiently grasping her full breasts, saying, "Toad oil really works! I didn't make them too small when I held them by hand. Look how well they've developed now. Have your husband massage them more, and they'll be even bigger!" Vice Principal Chu had already taken Xiaowen's nipple into his mouth, carefully teasing the pink areola with the tip of his tongue, sucking relentlessly. Xiaowen frowned, her voice a mixture of groan and pain, saying, "It hurts, be gentle."

"So sensitive!" Vice Principal Chu growled in a low voice.

Vice Principal Chu sat on the bed and pulled Xiaowen up. Xiaowen's face was directly in my direction, looking at me helplessly before turning her head away. Old Chu took the opportunity to pull down Xiaowen's panties, dragging them up to her knees.

Xiaowen's vulva was completely exposed to him. Old Chu grabbed her genitals and pulled her up forcefully. Xiaowen let out another cry of pain.

Old Chu pressed Xiaowen's petite body tightly against him, twisting his hips.

Xiaowen desperately shook her head, trying to avoid his lips, but Old Chu kissed her snow-white throat. Xiaowen still tried to struggle, but she couldn't break free. Old Chu frantically rubbed her smooth cheeks and bit her slender shoulders.

Old Chu looked at me, took off his underwear, and his penis was comfortably erect, fueling his desire to conquer.

Old Chu pinched Xiaowen's buttocks and suddenly lifted her body up. He couldn't resist any longer and thrust his thick penis into Xiaowen's vagina, his hands tightly squeezing Xiaowen's soft breasts.

"No—" Xiaowen screamed with all her might, tears streaming from her swollen eyes, soaking her face. She struggled desperately, but still couldn't move.

Old Chu held Xiaowen's buttocks with both hands, thrusting his body forcefully with each stroke. "Ah, I love your vagina, so tight, so tender..." "Ah...no...like this..." Xiaowen's long hair was disheveled, her body twisting in pain as she sobbed softly.

"So tender, so wonderful, Xiaowen, look, your husband is watching you..." Old Chu could

n't help but moan. Xiaowen gritted her teeth, enduring each thrust, twisting uncooperatively. Suddenly, Xiaowen bit her hair, her whole body trembling, her orgasm arriving.

That low moan, though small, possessed a heart-wrenching power; perhaps words weren't the most important thing, but the thrilling, soul-stirring power within that moan.

"Xuecheng, I've brought her to orgasm, come and enjoy! But don't fuck her!" In the third section, I entered the bedroom. Xiaowen lay on the bed, breathing heavily, her delicate breasts heaving, her nipples trembling and glistening in the light.

Xiaowen was an exceptionally beautiful woman with an extraordinary air, a mature and sexy charm. Her firm breasts, slender waist, and jet-black hair were even more alluring against her skin.

Vice Principal Chu lifted her chin, his ugly black penis dangling before her eyes, the unpleasant odor making her wrinkle her nose.

"Xiaowen, give me oral sex!" Vice Principal Chu forcefully moved Xiaowen's head, and she struggled to lift it.

Suddenly, Vice Principal Chu grabbed Xiaowen's bra, twisted her hands behind her back, and tied them with the black bra.

With her hands bound, Xiaowen was unable to resist and had no choice but to obediently perform oral sex on Vice Principal Chu.

Xiaowen was like a lifeless body, waiting to be wantonly ravaged.

Xiaowen licked the still-erect glans with her tongue, making "hmm... ah... hmm..." sounds.

Vice Principal Chu's hand slowly moved from her breasts to her private area, and her body trembled when he touched her genitals.

A trickle of vaginal fluid had already flowed out. Vice Principal Chu continued to stroke her, going deeper inside, and when he touched her clitoris, she let out a long "ah."

"No... don't... don't do this..." she moaned.

Old Chu kept stimulating her clitoris, and her vaginal fluid flowed out continuously, covering Old Chu's hands.

Then she helped me take off my pants, and my penis sprang out, already as hard as iron, but my heart was broken!

I had once played with three art department girls under Old Chu's arrangement. There was no way around it; those who defile other men's wives will eventually have their wives defiled by others.

"Ah... don't... don't ravage me anymore... I... can't take it... ah ah..." Vice Principal Chu inserted his penis even deeper into Xiaowen's mouth.

Unexpectedly, being abused like this, Xiaowen felt even more pleasure.

After drinking the tiger penis wine, my penis felt like it was about to burst. I finally understood Old Chu's sinister intentions. He deliberately made me drink the tiger penis wine but wouldn't let me have sex with Xiao Wen. What kind of torture was that for us as a couple! I slowly pushed my penis into Xiao Wen's vagina.

Vice Principal Chu kneaded Xiao Wen's rosy nipples, vigorously rubbing her firm, full breasts with both hands. With each thrust, Xiao Wen's mouth would clench tightly. From behind, I could see her vagina contracting, like a mouth constantly closing.

Xiao Wen crawled on all fours, and Vice Principal Chu penetrated her mouth from the front, rhythmically. With a penis in her mouth, Xiao Wen's moans filled every corner of the room.

My penis remained as hard as iron; I was surprised at my own stamina. Old Chu's penis was even more terrifyingly monstrous, the glans swollen. Old Chu made Xiao Wen lie on the bed, her face facing my penis.

"Ah—" she couldn't help but scream loudly, her head thrown back, her long hair flying wildly.

Old Chu's penis thrust in forcefully.

"Now you know how powerful tiger penis is, right?" Old Chu's penis pulled outwards, the flesh of her vagina clearly turned up, Xiao Wen's face turned pale, and she could no longer bear it.

"Please—please, ah—spare—spare me. Ah—I, I've already—ah—already—can't—can't take it—ah—please, please—ah—no, don't—ah—don't fuck me anymore, spare me!" She begged bitterly with tears streaming down her face.

Old Chu looked at me and smiled triumphantly, saying, "After drinking tiger penis wine, your penis grows barbs. How does it feel, pretty good, right? Want to do a few more?" Gradually, Xiao Wen's screams turned into moans, then into low groans, her head, with its disheveled long hair, drooping limply in front of her chest.

"I'm going to die!" she screamed and fainted.

In the fourth section, I felt a pang of sympathy when I heard, "Vice Principal Chu, stop doing this, don't let anything happen."

Vice Principal Chu was up to something new.

Old Chu went out of the room and brought in the tiger penis, still dripping with wine.

"Turn her over!" Xiao Wen was turned over and held in place, her legs spread as wide as possible. "What are you going to do?" "Give her some nourishment," Old Chu slowly rubbed the tiger penis against Xiao Wen's labia. He inserted it little by little. Finally, the tiger penis was fully inserted into Xiao Wen's vagina.

"Ah—" she cried out, tears streaming down her face. She twisted her hips, trying to escape the pain, but was held down tightly and couldn't move.

(Chapter 8) When your heart is broken, you don't feel the heartbreak. Everything is like a dream. The whole world changes. I once joked that no one has ever seen the world change, but after a moment of silence, my world has already changed.

Home, the place so many rush to in the snowy twilight, the harbor so many dream of returning home at midnight, the place where so many dreams begin. I always feel like a ship about to sink. I know this state is abnormal, but I can't tell anyone, not even my friends. I feel like I'm on the verge of collapse, like a drug addict.

I applied for leave from work.

Hometown, we are all wanderers in the city, with no hometown to miss! Huangshan, I want to climb it! I want to find my original self deep in the distant mountains.

I am still young, not old.

Carrying a large hiking backpack, I walked from Sanhuawu all the way. By the time I reached Shixin Peak, it was almost noon. The autumn sun in the sky poured its warm rays all around. For some reason, there were very few tourists at Shixin Peak today, making the surroundings unusually quiet and serene.

Standing on the cliff top, looking into the distance, I saw thick and thin mists swirling around the gorges and filling the valleys, and I couldn't help but feel a surge of emotion.

Suddenly, a young woman stood alone on the edge of a cliff, gazing into the distance. She wore faded jeans and a dark green trench coat, which reminded me of the scene where Zhuo Yihang first met Lian Ni Chang.

Suddenly, I felt like striking up a conversation and prepared to ask her to take a picture.

"Excuse me, young lady, could you do me a favor?" I asked, holding up my camera.

She looked at me and smiled, "Who's the young lady? You're not an old man either." A sudden flashback occurred to a few years ago when I had said the same thing to Xiao Wen;

it all felt so familiar. After taking my picture, I asked if she needed me to take one too, and she happily agreed.

While taking the picture, I complimented her on how harmonious she was with the natural scenery, possessing a kind of graceful beauty. She smiled, and we slowly started chatting.

She told me she didn't like tour groups and preferred to travel alone, having already visited many places.

We shared many commonalities regarding nature and travel, especially our love for Sanmao. Among young girls, it's rare to find someone who likes Sanmao these days, and we quickly became acquainted.

She was a university student from a well-off family.

Walking along the lush, verdant, and majestic Huangshan pines, I met a very healthy and energetic girl who loved traveling, sports, and yoga.

At the "Crossing the Immortal Bridge," she joked that we would be immortals if we crossed over there. I replied that I only envied the mandarin ducks, not the immortals. She laughed and said, "The ancients said that when the golden

wind and jade dew meet, isn't that also making love?" That evening, we walked to the Huangshan Paiyunlou Hotel at the foot of Danxia Peak, supposedly the best place to watch the sunrise and sunset. We decided to go to Guangming Peak the next day.

We booked a room.

Entering the room, I had an ulterior motive, but I didn't know how to start, nor did I know what she was thinking. Haha, I'm still too timid.

We chatted for another half hour, then ate together. I was the main one, pondering how to start, haha, we didn't really talk about anything.

After dinner, she went to take a shower.

The sound of running water in the bathroom, coming through the poorly soundproofed door, made me even more restless. I secretly resolved to make a move when she came out.

"Come here for a second," she said, opening the door a crack. "Get my t-shirt and shorts; they're in my bag." Suddenly, I felt a change in my body.

I opened her bag and found a cotton t-shirt and a pair of cotton shorts, which I handed to her through the door.

I wondered what kind of body she had. When she came out of the shower, the first thing I noticed was her rounded hips. Her jeans perfectly accentuated her curves—not large, but full; I hadn't noticed them under her trench coat.

I took a shower too.

When I came out, she was gazing out the window. I walked over, reached out, and wrapped my arms around her waist from behind. Suddenly, I remembered how I used to hug Xiaowen like this, and now Xiaowen was in someone else's arms.

I wanted healthy sex, a healthy mind. She gently took my hands, tilting her head back slightly so our faces could touch. I could feel her face was a little warm.

She gently twisted her waist, as if trying to break free from my embrace. Her round buttocks rubbed against my lower body, and I felt my penis instantly become erect. Luckily, my pants were covering it, otherwise it would have been rock hard.

Suddenly, she reached back and touched my penis, tilting her head back to whisper in my ear, "Do you want it?" I didn't answer, but instead moved my hands, which were wrapped around her waist, up to her prominent, soft breasts, one in each hand. They felt so full and firm. I squeezed them tightly, and she let out a muffled groan.

"Let's go to the bed," she murmured.

She sat on the edge of the bed, which was low, and I stood in front of her. She hugged me, her face pressed against my penis, occasionally rubbing against it. It was a feeling I had never experienced before.

I couldn't hold back any longer and reached out to pull off her t-shirt. Her breasts were full and firm. She then reached out and unbuckled my belt, pulled down my pants, revealing my erect penis, and then took it into her mouth.

She was very engaged, taking it in deeply and licking it carefully. I enjoyed this for about five minutes, feeling like I was about to explode. I said, "I'm going to cum," and she spat it out, laughing, "I don't want to."

I reached down and touched her genitals; they were already overflowing. I inserted two fingers directly.

Her moans weren't loud, even a little indistinct, but they were the kind of moans of pure ecstasy.

She took a condom from the bedside table and put it on my penis. Heh, the hotel really thought of everything.

Once I was ready, she guided my penis and sat down, moving merrily on top of me.

Her vagina was warm and moist, very tight, especially the heat—it was so warm and lubricating, unlike those prostitutes whose lubricated vaginas often felt cool.

She controlled the rhythm perfectly, her breasts bouncing merrily. Her thighs were also very strong, full of youthful energy.

As she writhed, she would occasionally bend down and rub her breasts against my chest. Each slight writhing caused me less stimulation, but it was incredibly pleasurable for her, as evidenced by the twitching expressions on her face.

Her smooth abdomen creased into a deep wrinkle with each back-and-forth movement. Her long, black hair flew wildly with every turn of her head. I could see my penis moving in and out of her vagina, sometimes fully inside, sometimes half-exited.

After about ten minutes, the sensation became very intense. At my request, she changed to sit with her back to me, her hands supporting my legs. She moved up and down, and even circled my legs, allowing me to see her hips move—it felt amazing.

I asked her why she was with me, and she said, "Traveling is about enjoying life, and so is making love." She added, "I'm not a person people dislike, especially since I like Sanmao (a famous Chinese writer), and I want her to like me."

She hadn't reached orgasm yet, so she reached out and pulled my hand to her crotch, saying, "Now you have to make it up to me." I felt I had to consider her feelings after my own pleasure, so I stroked her with all my might. Her labia were full and plump, revealing an alluring light red color. Her small clitoris was erect, and I pinched her labia to envelop it, rubbing it vigorously. She couldn't withstand the stimulation, and her glistening thighs clenched together.

Her hands caressed her nipples, pushing them in front of me, twisting them with her fingers. I took turns sucking on her nipples.

I forcefully spread her legs, violently sweeping her valley with my fingers, not missing a single crevice or fold, then deeply inserting my fingers into her opening, stirring it wildly.

Her cries grew louder and more urgent, finally stopping abruptly at the peak. Her lower abdomen tightened, revealing her ribs clearly. She held this position for three seconds, then her whole body began to convulse rhythmically. I instinctively felt her private parts contract intensely, and amidst her slight trembling, a gush of hot fluid erupted—she had orgasmed.

Half-asleep, I vaguely felt my lower body being tightly wrapped, warm and moist. I thought I was dreaming, yet also felt a pleasurable sensation from being manipulated. I struggled to open my eyes and realized she was beneath me, sucking on me.

I glanced at the clock; it was past midnight. I figured there wouldn't be many people around at this hour.

I drew back the curtains, and moonlight streamed through the French windows into our room, illuminating us. Clusters of trees dotted the brownish-yellow mountainsides in the distance and near. Gazing into the distance, the cliffs appeared as if carved by a knife, a sight that made one dizzy and chilled to the bone.

I helped the girl to her feet, pressing her against the window.

I found it incredibly exciting. On such a moonlit night, the air was so fresh, a gentle breeze occasionally blowing, the moonlight falling on our naked bodies… She turned around again, making me lean against the windowsill, and said, “You know, I like my pleasure, I like being in control!” She thrust into me repeatedly, she liked to be in control, penetrating my penis through her vagina.

We went back to bed, she moved and throbbed in various alluring positions, her body, honed by yoga, was astonishing, until the first rays of dawn streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows onto the bed

… When I woke up, it was almost 11 o'clock, and she was gone. It was like a fleeting dream, leaving no trace.

The next day I went to Bright Summit. Standing there, I felt all my troubles had vanished with the wind. Life should be, and I was meant to be, a normal and happy life.

I resolved to end everything with Xiaowen.

I never saw her again, but now I often think of her seemingly healthy and charming smile.

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