Caught having sex with a married woman

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And so we parted ways. The following academic year, we both transferred from that school. Her husband was with her, and we didn't dare call again. A year later, I was traveling in the prefecture when I received a call. Hearing Jun's voice, I was so excited: "Where are you? I miss you! How about I come see you?" She said, "I'm studying for a correspondence course in the provincial capital. Come on over! I'll wait for you!" But then her phone died, and I didn't remember her number, only the general location of her correspondence course. That night I got drunk, and the next morning, despite my terrible headache, I resolutely took a bus to the provincial capital. When I arrived, I bought a universal charger and charged my phone, but I still couldn't find her number. I found a hotel and slept there for the night. The next day, I went to the finance and economics college, asking many people, but they said there were no correspondence students there, only that another finance and economics college might have her. I went there, just as students were leaving for school. I stood on the sidewalk, anxiously watching for her figure, and finally, she came out carrying a water bottle! I shouted her name, and she came over, saying, "I thought you weren't coming!" I explained what had happened, and she was very excited. She went back to her dorm to settle down and then left with me! We went out for dinner, then went to the countryside, finding a grassy area with few people and lots of trees. I hugged her, and her eyes lit up as she said she missed me so much. I kissed her, and then I took off her pants and entered her. I don't know if it was from nervousness or excitement, but I ejaculated quickly. Later, we looked for a hotel. Her school was in the suburbs, and we searched many places before finding a small inn. The landlady said that to stay, we needed a marriage certificate for both of us. I was too timid at the time, so I just said I was staying alone. After the landlady left, we did it again, but it didn't last long, though she was very excited. It was late at night, and I felt so lonely. My cigarette had burned down to the end. Time flies so fast; eleven years have passed in the blink of an eye. That feeling is still vivid in my mind. I don't know if it was love, but I often think of her mesmerizing red lips, her wanton moans, and her constantly undulating waist in the middle of the night. After all, she was the first woman I truly possessed in my life! My dear, how are you?
It was 2001 when I graduated from university. I thought I would be assigned to a good job back in my hometown, since I graduated from the provincial normal university. When I received my teaching certificate, I was very disappointed. I was assigned to teach at a middle school in a semi-mountainous rural town. Coming from an ordinary background, I had no ability to fight against fate, and silently came to this school with my family.
The first week of school was very busy and fulfilling. I was assigned to a dormitory, a two-story building on a hillside. I had a single room on the first floor, with a living room outside and a bedroom inside. The scenery was not bad; at dawn, the clouds and mist surrounded the area, and the river across the way made a gurgling sound. However, I wasn't in the mood to appreciate the scenery at the time. I was preoccupied with figuring out when I could be transferred away from this small place, and I was feeling quite depressed. One day at noon, I suddenly saw my neighbors moving out. I went out to see who it was, and it was Jun. She said her husband had been transferred, and the dual-income dormitory was no longer available, so the school arranged for her to live next door to me. I offered to help her move her things, and she smiled and thanked me. I said it was nothing, that I had plenty of time for her. Haha, plenty of time for her—it was just a casual remark at the time, but later, as we got to know each other better, I put
my efforts into helping her. Time flew by, and we would just exchange greetings on the street or sometimes talk about teaching. Later, I bought a sofa, and she loved using it as my sofa, and we started talking more. The turning point of the story came one evening. I was writing a teaching plan. I had just started working, and I didn't know how to write it. I saw her dormitory light was on and the door was open, so I went in. She was also writing under a desk lamp. I watched her write and chatted with her. Time flies, and before I knew it, it was ten o'clock. I said I had to go, it was getting late! She glanced at me, smiled—a beautiful smile—and took my hand, whispering, "It's still early, stay with me a little longer!" I hesitated for a moment, but I'm not exactly a saint; I knew something was about to happen. I looked at her and said, "My feet are a little dirty, I'll go wash them and come back!" She said okay and let me go.
I went back to my dorm, my heart pounding. I knew this young woman would be mine someday. I was only 21 then, full of energy, and I masturbated frequently. I didn't want to miss this opportunity. I quickly washed my feet, put on slippers, and went over. She was standing at the door, and when I came in, she closed it. I saw her lock the door behind her. Once in the bedroom, I hugged her tightly, kissed her, and with one hand, I kneaded her breasts through her clothes, feeling their fullness and softness. She breathed heavily, murmuring, "Yong, let me go, no, I can't." With the arrow already on the bowstring, I couldn't hesitate any longer. I forcefully pushed her down onto her large bed. Her mattress was made of foam, very soft.
My eyes were bloodshot, and like a wild beast, I lifted her shirt. She was wearing a flesh-colored bra, and my hand slid inside. They were so big and white, and despite having given birth, they were still quite firm. She struggled, but it was clear she had no strength left. Even if she had, she couldn't possibly be stronger than me, hahaha! Later, I got onto the bed too, and took off her pants, but wouldn't let her take off her underwear. I wasn't in a hurry. I kissed her lips, rubbed her breasts, and teased her vulva through her panties. (It became wet within minutes.) Following my teasing, she began to respond actively, her moans growing louder. I thought it was about time, so I took off her panties. This time she didn't resist and cooperatively lifted her plump buttocks. Her figure was full and white, with a tuft of dark, shiny hair on her pubic area, very alluring. I had seen women's figures before, but never this close. It was so exciting! You know, this is someone else's wife, now naked in front of me, about to tremble under my big cock. How could I not be excited?
The day after the report, there was a campus assembly. I only thought the weather was very hot and the people were unfamiliar. While eating breakfast, I saw a female teacher on the road. She was wearing a green dress with a beautiful sunflower pattern, her hair was down, and her fair thighs were exposed below her knees. She was wearing lipstick and looked to be in her early thirties. Later, I asked one of my classmates and colleagues, and he said her name was Jun, and she also taught English. Her husband had just transferred to work at the No. 1 Middle School. I didn't think of him at the time.
Later, as you know, with her help (I lacked sexual experience at the time, which was quite important), I entered her.
I remember she held my penis and placed it on her vulva; it felt very wet and slippery. With a little effort, my penis entered her smoothly! It wasn't too tight, and it felt good. I clearly heard her soft moan, "Ahhh, I can't!" I didn't care about anything else and just started thrusting. Her legs were raised very high. I felt so good, having fucked someone else's wife. I was fast and vigorous, but soon I couldn't hold back. I said I couldn't hold back anymore, and she said it was okay, just cum! Before she finished speaking, I felt a tingling sensation in my glans, and my semen spurted out. After a long, long time, I finally leaned down to her height. She gently tore off a piece of toilet paper to wipe me, and then let me go to sleep. She said to me:
"I've liked you for a long time. You're so energetic, but I have a family, and I don't know how I can face them now." I said casually, "He won't know." She didn't say anything, just held me and fell asleep. I was exhausted, but couldn't sleep, afraid I'd oversleep and someone would see me if I left her room. Before dawn, I wanted it again. I touched her breasts and pressed my penis against her buttocks. She turned to me and said, "I want it again. Come on." This time I lasted a long time, probably more than half an hour, my penis going in and out of her slippery pussy. It felt so good! I could tell she was very happy. Her voice trembled as she said, "Husband, you're so strong, I feel so good." I roughly thrust into her and asked, "Tell me, is your husband stronger or am I stronger?" She said, "You're stronger, so from now on I'll be even stronger! I'll be so strong, so gentle, so incredibly strong, so incredibly gentle ... We've all been young, and things like that are like heroin—once you do it the first time, you'll do it again and again. After that, we were basically together every night. Around 11 PM, I'd look around to make sure no one was watching, then sneak in. We made love wildly, sometimes three or four times a night. We'd both be exhausted the next morning, but in a great mood. One time I remember vividly, it was noon. We all know our teacher likes to take a nap, so I went to her dorm again. We satisfied each other on her bed in all sorts of positions. She was so wet, my penis felt like it was going to explode. She was moaning so loudly. After we finished, we drifted off to sleep. Later, it was time for class! When I woke up, I saw an old woman, Ling Qiao, washing clothes at the tap outside her door. Time was running out, and I'd be late if I didn't leave soon. I was anxious. She thought for a moment, then opened the door and said, "Hey, do you have a brush? Can I borrow it?" The woman said she did and went to her dorm to look for it. I quickly slipped out of her dorm.
What a close call!
As time went on, our colleagues probably noticed something and started gossiping. We knew that things would inevitably go wrong sooner or later, but we couldn't control our desires. Eventually, something did happen. It was a weekend. She was supposed to go to the county town to see her family, but she said she couldn't bear to leave me, so she made up an excuse to tell her husband she wouldn't be coming back. Her husband said it was fine if she wasn't coming back; he was going somewhere else to have fun too. We didn't think anything was wrong. We did it at noon, and when we got hungry, she cooked like my wife and brought the food to bed with me, kissing as we ate. On Saturday night, we went to bed early and made love day and night. We slept when we were tired, and continued when we were tired, until dawn before we finally went to sleep again. In the dim light, she said she thought there was some noise outside the window. At first, we didn't pay attention, thinking it was someone's pig or a donkey, and we went back to sleep. It was broad daylight when she said she heard a noise behind her. She pulled back the curtains and screamed. She heard a window shatter, and it sounded like it had broken! I was stunned. I asked her what was wrong, and she looked pale and panicked. Just a minute later, there was a loud knocking on the door. She looked at me frantically and said, "Li Chun is here (her husband's name is Li Chun)." She quickly opened the door, and I heard a man's shout and her being pushed around. I was terrified. I quickly dressed and stood by the bed. Her husband hit her and said, "I don't have a penis, why are you doing this? We have such a lovely son! Why are you doing this?" He started crying and tried to hit me again. Seeing this, I hugged her husband tightly and said, "Don't do this, it's all my fault, what will you do to me?" "I'm coming." "As soon as I saw it, I ran out. I didn't go back to the dorm; I wandered around outside all morning, my mind a mess. I didn't know how I'd face my colleagues and students from now on.
Just as it was time for breakfast, I received a call from Jun, asking me to come to her house for lunch. How could I dare go! She said it was okay, that it would be better for everyone if we relaxed a bit. I had no choice but to go. One woman and two men sitting at a small table eating—it was very awkward. I don't even know what we ate! Later, I guessed that her husband had made too much noise when he rushed in, and she was afraid everyone would know, so she made me look bad for others."
"Jun, I love you, I adore you."
That vast ocean, her husband brought their son to her to raise, just to prevent us from sleeping together again. We endured it for a while, but later, strangely enough, we slept together again. Most of the time, it was after her son fell asleep that she secretly came to my dorm to have sex, leaving some of my semen on my narrow bed. But I don't know why, after her husband caught me, my sexual ability declined significantly. Sometimes I ejaculated very quickly, unlike before when I could last for half an hour or even stay erect (almost nonexistent). Sometimes, we would cry while having sex, and in moments of passion, I would say, "Divorce him and marry me!" She would cry and say, "Darling, no, no one will support us doing this, you'll regret it in ten years! Come on, fuck me well, my body belongs to you." We went wild, only the sounds of our panting and the creaking of the wooden bed could be heard.
And so, we were together for months. Once she said that she and her husband had been married for four or five years... She'd done it more times with me than with her husband that year, and she didn't really want to be with him. Come to think of it, we were together for six months, probably doing it three or four hundred times—no exaggeration, really, sometimes three or four times a day!
All good things must come to an end! The school year ended, summer vacation started, and she said she might not come back to this school next semester. I did some work to arrange a transfer. I knew that once we parted, it might really be over.
Ignoring what others thought, I went with one of her best friends to see her off. We were silent, but our eyes were filled with helplessness.
Finally, her car drove away, and I watched her disappear into the distance, tears streaming down my face. I wanted to shout:
Later, we went out for dinner, then found a cold drink shop and sat drinking until she went back to school. The next morning, I went to see her before leaving, and we were both speechless.
After that, we had no contact at all, because we both had our own lives. I don't know if this was love?
Or just desire? I can only say that youth was without regret, those beautiful, dreamlike years...

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