The Temptation of the Teacher's Wife

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After graduating from university, I got a job at a branch of a state-owned bank through connections. My mentor was He Youyi, the head of the business department at the time, whom I called Teacher He.
Teacher He was approachable and initially taught me a lot about banking and how to conduct myself. However, perhaps because of my wealthy family background and my parents' good social connections, I usually had no trouble meeting my deposit targets and other banking tasks. As a result, our branch won the title of model branch for two consecutive years.
Three years later, due to the entry of some joint-stock banks, many people left the bank, resulting in significant personnel changes. This gave us all good opportunities. Teacher He was promoted two levels to branch manager, and I became the head of the business department at the age of 27.
A year later, I moved to a joint-stock bank as the head of its business department. The difference between state-owned and joint-stock banks is that state-owned banks are more stable, but joint-stock banks offer higher pay and faster promotions. Teacher He was already 54 years old, basically at the age of early retirement, so he didn't seek further advancement and was content to wait for retirement.
Mr. He's wife, Wang Anyi, is 45 years old this year. When I first met her, she was only in her early forties. She used to work at a bank, but after Mr. He became a branch manager, she switched jobs and partnered with someone to start a microfinance company. Her income was many times higher than when she worked at the bank, and within a year, she was driving a BMW and bought a duplex apartment.
They also have a daughter, He Qinqin, who is 22 years old this year and is almost graduating from university.
I call Mr. He's wife "Mrs. He," and she is very kind to me, often inviting me to her home for dinner and telling me about their love story.
When Mr. He was assigned to the bank after graduating from university, he was almost 30 years old, while Mrs. He was assigned to the bank to fill a vacancy left by her father, so she was younger. Mr. He was quite a handsome young man back then, and Mrs. He was a beauty in the bank, with many suitors. They were attracted to Mr. He's youth and success, as there were relatively few university graduates at the time.
When I first met Mrs. He, she was still working at the bank and dressed quite elegantly, but in the last two years, she has become more successful and has started paying more attention to her appearance. Working at a bank is generally quite easy, especially for the back-office staff. Plus, my mentor's wife takes good care of herself, so her skin is still pretty good, and she hasn't gained much weight.
Of course, she doesn't look as young as some people say—she does look like she's in her early twenties; after all, time has left its mark on her face.
It was an afternoon a year after I changed jobs when my mentor's wife called and invited me to a teahouse. I arrived as agreed.
After a few pleasantries about our personal lives, we got down to business.
My mentor's wife: "Xiao Fang, I don't usually need your help, but I'll get straight to the point today. I've come to see you about two things."
Me: "Please tell me, I'll try my best to help."
My mentor's wife: "First, Qinqin is about to graduate. Your teacher is a bit stubborn and doesn't like to ask for favors, so I stepped in. You see…"
I knew my mentor's wife wanted me to help Qinqin find a job. My mentor was about to retire early, and while arranging a job shouldn't be a problem, Qinqin would only be able to work at the counter in a state-owned bank.
Me: "Don't worry, Madam. I've always considered Qinqin my sister. I'll try my best to arrange it!" I remembered that my department was short of an assistant, but the salary and bonuses were relatively low, so few people were willing to take the job. Qinqin's family wasn't short of money, and there was always room for adjustment later.
Madam: "That's great! Then please keep this in mind. There's another thing, do what you can, and I won't blame you if you can't."
I thought the second thing might be more important than Qinqin's job.
Madam continued: "You know that state-owned banks have limited credit lines. It's difficult for your mentor to squeeze any out for me right now, so I thought of you."
Me: "Oh, I do have some credit lines, but as you know, the procedures at small banks like ours are quite complicated. Have someone send the documents over, and I'll have my staff handle it. Of course, whether it works or not depends on the bank."
I hesitated to agree, even though I knew that with collateral and guarantees, there was a 95% chance of approval, especially for small amounts, but I still wanted to keep it a secret.
My teacher's wife said, "Okay, okay! I'll have someone take care of it as soon as I get home tonight!" She pulled an envelope from her bag. I knew what it meant; it looked like it contained 20,000 to 30,000 yuan.
I said, "Teacher's wife, you're putting me in a difficult position! What kind of relationship do we have? I can't agree to this!" I'm a sentimental person. My teacher and his wife have always been very kind to me, helping me a lot in both work and life, even arranging blind dates for me. Besides, I only used a little bit of their work connections. I also knew that my teacher's wife wanted a long-term partnership. We declined a few times, and my teacher's wife, embarrassed, took the money back.
Then we chatted about everyday things and went home.
Later, Qinqin became my assistant, and my teacher's wife's company became my strategic partner. I accompanied her to many social events.
Once, she was very drunk, and I took her home. As I helped her upstairs, I smelled her primal scent, and I got an erection. So I took the opportunity to touch her breasts. At that moment, I really wanted to drag her to the stairwell and have my way with her, but I was restrained by my position and the fact that there were security cameras in the elevator.
After returning home that time, I kept thinking about it. I never knew I liked mature women. Although I had girlfriends before and had visited prostitutes, the feeling with mature women was different. That kind of charm is the kind that makes you hard just by smelling it, and the thought of it excites you. That day, I fantasized about my teacher's wife's naked body and masturbated.
A month later, a client invited us to a resort, but Teacher He had to go to a meeting in the provincial capital and couldn't go with us, so it was just my teacher's wife and me driving there. It was a hot spring resort with food, accommodation, and entertainment.
That afternoon, we changed into our swimsuits and went to soak in the hot springs. My teacher's wife was quite conservative in her swimsuit, but her D-cup breasts were still very prominent, and I couldn't help but look at them. Several times I felt like I was almost caught.
After the hot springs, the client treated us to dinner at the hotel restaurant. Although it was all delicacies, I didn't eat much. At first, it was just a lot of toasting, and I don't even know when we started drinking the short film.
I woke up the next day wearing only my underwear in bed; all my other clothes were gone. With a headache, I struggled to get out of bed. I checked my watch and it was already past 10 a.m., my mind a complete blank.
I felt an urgent need to urinate, so I opened the bathroom door and went in. I was stunned. There was someone inside—or rather, a naked body—soaking in the bathtub. I looked closer and realized it was my teacher's wife. I saw her snow-white skin, her proud breasts, and that patch of dark pubic hair. My penis instantly became erect. My teacher's
wife looked at me, a little startled, and quickly said, "You're awake! Wait for me!" I backed out, and my teacher's wife came out a moment later wrapped in a towel. She said, "Go wash up first! You threw up all over yesterday. Take your clothes to wash."
I said "Okay" and went back inside. Because my penis was so hard, I couldn't urinate. After struggling for a while, I frantically showered with cold water, but I still couldn't wash away the image of my teacher's wife's naked body from my mind. So I stood up and slowly relieved myself.
When I came out of the bathroom, I had no clothes, so I could only wear my underwear and a bath towel.
My teacher's wife was also wrapped in a bath towel, sitting on the bed filing her toenails. Those five crystal-clear toes stirred my slightly calmed heart again.
Looking up, I saw her snow-white thighs. Although they weren't considered beautiful legs—after all, she was only under 160cm tall—her skin was still as smooth as a young person's. I glanced up again and noticed her vulva was faintly visible under the bath towel; it turned out my teacher's wife wasn't even wearing underwear.
My teacher's wife glanced at me and gestured for me to sit down. I went over and sat next to her. Although I smelled of shower gel, it couldn't mask the mature allure of her. I felt my penis was rock hard, about to burst free and soar to the heavens.
"You drank so much yesterday, you didn't even refuse, and ended up throwing up all over us. I had no choice but to stay with you, afraid you wouldn't have anyone to take care of you..." My teacher's wife muttered as she trimmed her toenails. I didn't hear 　　a word she said
; instead, I was secretly glancing at her chest. "Do you like me?" she suddenly asked. 　　I didn't react for a moment, stunned. 　　"I know you like me!" she continued when I didn't speak. "You kept peeking at me when we were at the hot springs, and that day when you took me home, you even secretly touched me!" 　　"I!" I was stumped, unsure how to answer. 　　My teacher's wife suddenly pounced on me, pinning me to the bed. "It's okay, I like you too!" she exclaimed, kissing me passionately. I was stunned for a moment, then desperately responded, our tongues intertwining as if trying to devour each other. 　　After a while, feeling a bit breathless, she said seductively, "I've been waiting for you to take the initiative, why are you so wooden!" 　　I didn't know how to answer, because I truly had the desire but not the courage. After saying that, she continued kissing me. 　　Our hands weren't idle either; since we were both scantily clad, we quickly stripped each other naked. I took the initiative, pinning her beneath me, one hand under her head, the other caressing her body, our lips still locked. 　　Her hand, in turn, held my penis, gently soothing it. I first caressed her ample breasts, too large to hold in one hand, then my hand moved to her vaginal opening, gently stroking it, already feeling the moisture flowing from her vagina. 　　I gently inserted one finger, and my teacher's wife was already panting heavily. With two more fingers, she started moaning. When I used three, she screamed, "Give it to me! Quickly!" I was also reaching my limit, and upon hearing the command, I immediately mounted her. 　　I went all the way in. My teacher's wife seemed surprised; her toes clenched and twitched. I paused for a moment, and once she calmed down, I slowly began to move again. My teacher's wife lifted her buttocks to meet my thrusts. 　　"Oh, faster, give me more, oh, oh..." 　　my teacher's wife moaned softly. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't have known that my usually dignified teacher's wife had such a side. The women I'd been with before, apart from prostitutes who would fake a few moans, my previous girlfriends never made any noise; I even suspected they were frigid. 　　My teacher's wife wrapped her legs around my waist, her body suspended in the air. She reached up to kiss me, and as I kissed her, I sat down, letting her sit on top of me. She continued kissing and moving, a position that made me feel a little uncomfortable, my penis starting to ache. I slowly lay down, and she, unwilling to let go, followed me. 　　We kissed and held each other for a while, then she started moving again. After a while, she sat up, and we held hands, continuing in that woman-on-top position until I ejaculated. 　　Afterwards, we hugged. "I'm sorry, teacher's wife, I didn't make you orgasm." "Silly boy, the most important thing for a woman during sex isn't whether she orgasms, but whether she's doing it with the person she loves. Besides, I already orgasmed once when you penetrated me." 　　I think that was probably a false orgasm, meaning the internal stimulation triggered minor spasms in my body. 　　"So, am I the person you love?" I asked. 　　"Yes! Actually, I've liked you for a long time, but at first it was the affection an elder has for a younger person. Later, my feelings gradually changed, especially after spending time together recently. I feel you are very considerate and gentle," my teacher's wife said with a smile. 　　"I love you too, but I feel sorry for Teacher He," I said guiltily. 　　"Don't talk about him. We haven't had sex for 10 years. Sometimes I really want it, and when I ask him to take medicine, he says that kind of medicine is bad. How many years can one live? He doesn't drink, he's not interested in women, I don't know what he's living for," my 　　teacher's wife complained. 　　"But he's been good to you and your daughter," I defended her. 　　"That's not bad, but you can't have two good things at once. Now that I have you, everything is good." As she spoke, my teacher's wife started kissing me again, and my hands began to roam over her body. Then our two hot bodies became excited again. 　　Although I had just ejaculated, I didn't feel my penis needing a rest. Just as I was about to penetrate her, my teacher's wife suddenly stopped me and pointed to the bathroom. I picked her up and put her in the bathtub, and then we flirted while taking a bath. After rinsing themselves briefly with their hairspray, the two of us, still wet, went to the bed and started rolling around in the sheets. 　　This time, my teacher's wife took the initiative, rinsing from my ears to my neck, then to my nipples. She hesitated for a moment before finally taking my penis in her mouth. 　　In the bathroom, when she was focused on washing my genitals, I knew she might try oral sex. 　　This action moved me deeply. I turned her around, and we assumed a 69 position, performing oral sex on each other. 　　This was my first time performing oral sex on a woman. My teacher's wife's genitals weren't very dark, as they had just been cleaned, and there was no smell. I first gently licked her with my tongue, then gently bit her clitoris with my teeth. 　　My teacher's wife moaned as she performed the oral sex. After about five minutes, she suddenly sat up, turned around, and, holding my penis, sat down on top of me, saying, "Hurry, I'm almost there." 　　We moved together, our lips pressed tightly together. 　　With several thrusts of our lower bodies, we both reached our climax. My teacher's wife lay on top of me, panting, her face showing a satisfied expression. 　　The laundry arrived at midnight, and we took a bath together, flirting in the tub. If she hadn't stopped me after I'd already ejaculated twice, I wouldn't have been able to stop. 　　After the bath, we chatted and flirted a bit more before reluctantly getting dressed and going downstairs for dinner. After dinner, we drove straight home. On the way, we stopped in a relatively deserted spot and kissed and caressed each other passionately. Like a couple deeply in love, we forgot our respective roles. 　　After that day, my teacher's wife and I entered our honeymoon period. At first, we only used weekends to drive to neighboring cities and spend time together in hotels. 　　Later, things became increasingly uncontrollable. I realized I was truly in love with her; to be precise, I couldn't find the passion I felt for her with any other woman. Perhaps it was like the "phanopheric" allure described in the movie "Women Are Not Bad"—my teacher's wife possessed a natural charm that I couldn't resist. 　　Later, we even met and flirted every day. Except when she had her period, we almost always made love whenever we met. It was in my apartment; every day after work, my mentor's wife would come to my apartment to cook and wait for me to come home. After dinner, we'd be intimate until after 11 pm before she reluctantly went home. 　　Although my mentor occasionally complained, my mentor's wife had a high-paying job, so she could easily pretend it was for business. Besides, they had been sleeping in separate rooms for years, and my mentor, who went to bed early, wouldn't find out what she was doing outside. 　　Three months into our relationship, our head office required us to go to Shanghai for a week of training, which worried us both terribly. 　　The last Saturday before we left, my mentor's wife didn't go home. She stayed at my place and made love to me three times. To make it more enjoyable, I even applied some "magic oil," and each time it lasted an hour, a truly satisfying experience.

After arriving in Shanghai, I became obsessed with her, like an addict, thinking about her day and night. Eventually, I couldn't resist seeking temporary relief at brothels, but I couldn't find anyone mature enough, so I settled for someone about my age.
Because I was used to my teacher's wife's intensely passionate sex, I couldn't find that kind of passion with the prostitutes, and it ended quickly.
On Saturday, I went home and encountered my teacher's wife on her period, so I could only flirt with her. She wouldn't help me masturbate, believing it would harm my health. I also generally controlled myself, enduring it if I couldn't have sex. From what I understand, other women's periods usually last 5-7 days, but my teacher's wife's period only lasts 3 days, which is based on her years of experience.
On Monday, after my morning meeting, Qinqin and I walked out of the conference room and found my teacher's wife waiting for me in my office.
At that moment, I immediately became aroused. I gathered the department staff, briefly explained the work plan for the week, and specifically told Qinqin to ask more questions and learn more, not to stay in the bank all the time, but to go out and meet more clients.
After the meeting, although I couldn't resist, I still exchanged a few pleasantries with my mentor's wife. There was a tea room separating my office from the outer office area, but I couldn't let my emotions get the better of me. We started by discussing loans. I had one of my account managers come in to handle the loan with my mentor's wife and asked him to go to the site immediately for underwriting, and to bring Qinqin along.
After they left, I locked the office door, and then our restless lips met again. My mentor's wife was wearing a skirt suit today. I lifted her skirt and asked her, "Are you leaving?" She nodded.
Then we kissed again. We walked inside while kissing, and my mentor's wife suddenly pushed me into the executive chair.
"Wanting to?" she asked with a seductive smile.
"Yes, I've wanted to for a long time," I replied.
"Let me quench your thirst," she said, taking off her underwear and carefully placing it in the drawer.
"What are you standing there for? Take it off!"
I unbuckled my belt, releasing my already throbbing penis. My teacher's wife was lying face down on the desk, her buttocks facing me. I thrust into her in one go
, while she was already overflowing with fluids. She was holding onto the desk with one hand and covering her mouth with the other, trying to keep quiet, while I continued thrusting vigorously from behind.
Five minutes passed like this when my phone rang. I answered it; it was the head of the department.
"Where are you? Why aren't you in the office?" he asked.
"I was drunk yesterday, a little tired, just taking a short nap."
I was still inside her, and she was turning to look at me.
"I just came down from Manager Wang's office. Now it's your turn." "Okay, I'll get ready."
I hung up the phone. Then I thrust in hard about 20 more times, but I didn't feel like I was going to ejaculate, so I stopped.
"Looks like it's not going to work out. The boss wants to talk to me," I said.
My teacher's wife first sat in the chair, panting, then straightened her clothes and put on her underwear.
"Go on! Work is important! I was too impulsive today. Don't do it in the office next time, it's too nerve-wracking!" my teacher's wife said.
"That's more exciting!" I said, going over to kiss her.
"If you want excitement, come to my office next time," my teacher's wife said. Then I went upstairs to find the bank manager.
When I came down, my teacher's wife was already gone. After all, it's a bank, lots of people gossip, better safe than sorry. What would others think of me, and what would they think of Qinqin if we were discovered? Later, I received a text message from my teacher's wife saying she was waiting for me at my house. I checked the time and it was almost time to get off work, so I rushed home excitedly. Once home, without saying a word, I took off my clothes and decided to do it first.
Later, we actually did do it once in my teacher's wife's office, but because her office was usually quite secluded, it wasn't very exciting. In fact, because the space was small, it made us even more hesitant and timid.
My relationship with my teacher's wife has remained stable. I'm now over 30, and my family is quite anxious about my marriage. Even my teacher's wife is worried, since she knows she can't marry me and have children, can't be my companion in old age, and can't bear me any offspring. I myself don't care. Although there are three unfilial acts, the greatest is having no offspring, a man's marriage is largely about satisfying his sexual needs, and I'm already very satisfied.

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