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First published on June 26, 2016 at the First Club

[Chapter 1] Resilience and Weakness

On the afternoon of April 30, the conference room of Bowen Middle School was filled with smoke. Although smoking in public places is not encouraged now, the atmosphere of the meeting was rather oppressive, so many male teachers couldn't help but puff out smoke. Principal He Guowei lit another cigarette, took a deep drag, and then said in a relaxed but undeniable tone: "Anyway, I've said everything I needed to say. There's only one month left. Everyone think about what areas are suitable for short-term improvement. On the one hand, we should focus on those areas, especially those students who are just a little short of their goals. On the other hand, we should pay more attention to the psychological aspects of those outstanding students. We can't let them make mistakes in the college entrance examination because of psychological pressure. It's not worth it for someone who can score 100 points to get 99 points because of psychological pressure. ..." After the meeting, Guo Xiuwen went straight to the dormitory building. As the head of the English teaching and research group, a provincial-level teaching expert, and in charge of a graduating class, she felt a lot of pressure this year. The previous graduating class had high hopes from all sides, but they failed to perform to their expected level in the college entrance examination, falling far short of expectations. Therefore, this year's class couldn't afford to make the same mistake. Besides collaborating with all the English teachers in this year's class to develop a detailed college entrance examination preparation plan and meticulously implementing it step by step, she also devoted tremendous effort to her own class. Fortunately, the students generally met her expectations. This year, while she couldn't claim to provide individual attention to everyone, she at least gave sufficient care and set adequate requirements for most students. Thinking of this, Guo Xiuwen couldn't help but blush and feel her heart race.

Back in her dormitory, she poured herself a glass of water, sat on the small sofa, and closed her eyes to rest. The pressure this year had been immense, and the frequent fatigue could only be relieved by sitting for a short while. The dormitory wasn't large; there was a small living room in the front and a bedroom with an ensuite bathroom in the back. The school had specially arranged such dormitories for the graduating class teachers; the first and second floors of the building were for them, and Guo Xiuwen's dormitory was on the second floor, on the side. After the graduating class is finished, the dormitory will be handed over to the teachers of the next graduating class. This small dormitory provides tremendous support to the teachers of the graduating class, ensuring their rest time and demonstrating humanistic care; it's an encouragement both physically and mentally. This is a major initiative since Principal He Guowei took office, and it has won the hearts of the teachers. Guo Xiuwen, who was resting with her eyes closed, was interrupted by a soft knock on the door. Since the school was full of teachers and students, she went to open it directly.

Zhou Wenbing darted in, as he always does now; he's no longer the timid and hesitant student he once was. Guo Xiuwen sat back down on the sofa, watching Zhou Wenbing pour water, and gently asked him, "Wenbing, why aren't you going home? Be careful, there might not be any buses later." Zhou Wenbing had run all the way here, and he gulped down two mouthfuls of water, sweating profusely, and said, "I told my family I won't be going home for May Day this year. I'm going to review some more. There's only a month left, and I feel like time is running out." "Hmm, it's good that you have this thought. You've made great progress this year. Just this one month left, so prepare well."

"Teacher Guo, don't worry, I won't let you down." At this point, Guo Xiuwen blushed and didn't answer, taking a sip of water to moisten her slightly dry throat. The building faced south, but the afternoon sun still shone in, and the heat in the room was hard to tell whether it was from the afternoon sun or from some feeling in Guo Xiuwen's heart. She got up and drew the curtains, and the small living room instantly became dark. Before she could turn around, Zhou Wenbing hugged her full waist from behind. Guo Xiuwen smiled. "This child, so mischievous again."

To Guo Xiuwen, a mature teacher in her forties, Zhou Wenbing was indeed a child, a child in every way.

He was the youngest of the thirty-two boys in the class, having just turned eighteen recently. He had a baby face, and with his height of 1.6 meters and weight of less than 100 pounds, he looked like a middle school student at first glance. Guo Xiuwen, on the other hand, was 1.65 meters tall, and with heels, she looked about 1.7 meters. Her weight of 120 pounds didn't make her look fat at her age; instead, it added to her full and mature charm. Moreover, her curves were in the places most desired by women: plump breasts on her chest, round and full buttocks, her whole body exuding a healthy and upright aura. Coupled with the inner refinement cultivated by her profession as a teacher, her beautiful face gained an intellectual beauty. From graduating from university and entering Bowen Middle School nearly twenty years ago, she had always been the school's number one beauty.

At this moment, the slender Zhou Wenbing, embracing the mature and voluptuous beauty of teacher Guo Xiuwen, seemed somewhat incongruous, yet this incongruity carried a hint of ambiguity and excitement. Guo Xiuwen turned around, her full breasts right in front of Zhou Wenbing. She gently hugged the young boy, encouraging him as a teacher: "Wenbing, keep up the good work. I believe you will get into a top university. You won't let your parents down, nor will you let me down for all the sacrifices I've made for you."

Zhou Wenbing looked up at Guo Xiuwen's beautiful face and said solemnly, "Teacher Guo, I never imagined I would meet such a good teacher like you. I often talk about you with my family, and my parents say I've met a benefactor. They say I will never forget you when I become successful. You are not only my benefactor, but also our family's benefactor." After speaking, Zhou Wenbing buried his face between Guo Xiuwen's full breasts. Every time he did this, he felt extremely at ease, as if he had found a reliable support in life.

Guo Xiuwen felt a slight tickle from the head in her arms. She parted Zhou Wenbing's arms, which were thinner than her own, and let him sit on the sofa to rest for a while, as she was a little tired. Zhou Wenbing seemed very obedient. He sat down beside her and began to massage her shoulders with his thin fists, comforting the female teacher who had shown him kindness: "Teacher Guo, you had another meeting this afternoon, right? You must have been under a lot of pressure this year, very tired, right?" "Yes, it's good that you know how hard it is for teachers. If you students can get good results in the college entrance examination, I'll feel good no matter how tired I am."

Zhou Wenbing sat down on the other side to massage her shoulders, as if making a solemn promise: "Teacher Guo, don't worry, I feel that I have made a lot of progress this year, and I will definitely not let you down in the college entrance examination." Guo Xiuwen looked up at him and smiled charmingly: "Teacher believes in you and has seen your progress this year. I have done everything I can to help you, and I have made sacrifices for things I can't help you with. You can't let your teacher down." As she spoke, she reached out and pinched Zhou Wenbing's thin cheek. He grasped Guo Xiuwen's fair hand, smiling shyly, and said, "Teacher, I've been thinking about it again."

"Hehe, you rushed here so quickly, I knew what you were up to. I'm a little tired, can I rest for a bit?"

"Teacher, you went home for the three-day May Day holiday, I didn't see you at all, I really missed you." "Really? Then you'll be going to university in the second half of the year, you won't see me even more, what will you do?" "I know, I don't want to think about those things right now, I just want to use this time to review my studies, get into a good university, and not disappoint you, teacher. And..."

"And what? You hesitated."

"And... I'll only get a reward from the teacher if I get into a top university, hehe." "You brat, so what you're thinking about? Do you think the teacher would lie to you about what she promised? I'm afraid you'll underperform because of these worries, and then the teacher won't be so nice to you." "Don't worry, Teacher Guo, I know what's important. Oh, right, you said you were a little tired, let's go to bed, I'll give you a massage."

Guo Xiuwen rolled her eyes at him: "Massage what? You just want to touch the teacher." Zhou Wenbing sat there, scratching his head sheepishly. Guo Xiuwen got up and walked into the bedroom: "Come on, silly boy."

She sat on the bed, preparing to take off her shoes, when Zhou Wenbing rushed over, grabbed Guo Xiuwen's feet, and removed her two white high-heeled sandals, then placed her beautiful feet, clad in ultra-thin flesh-colored stockings, on the bed. Through the stockings, one could see her delicate toes painted with purplish-red nail polish, giving them a somewhat alluring look. Zhou Wenbing had painted them for her himself a few days ago. Before teaching a graduating class, she would often paint her own nails; as a naturally beautiful woman who loved beauty, she enjoyed this kind of grooming. However, when teaching a graduating class, the constant battles of life left her with no time or energy to pay attention to such things. Zhou Wenbing, seeing her bottles and jars, suddenly became interested and insisted on painting her feet himself. He even kissed her beautiful feet after he finished, making her feel a tingling sensation.

Guo Xiuwen had just lain down when she felt something was amiss. Afraid that Zhou Wenbing would wrinkle her dress, she got up again and took off her black chiffon dress. At this moment, Guo Xiuwen was only wearing a dark blue lace lingerie set and ultra-thin, transparent flesh-colored pantyhose. Her mature body was fair and full, with a half-cup bra tightly covering her large breasts, forming a deep cleavage. Her plump buttocks were round and luscious, and the double layer of pantyhose and underwear created a great visual impact.

Zhou Wenbing stared blankly until Guo Xiuwen, her face flushed, lay face down on the bed waiting for his massage.

He stood by the bed and placed his slightly trembling hands on her shoulders. Although this so-called massage had been done many times, it still made both of them nervous each time. Because Guo Xiuwen consciously controlled the state between them, even after many intimate contacts, they remained a strict teacher and student, and no feelings of man and woman developed. On the other hand, it was also because of Zhou Wenbing's childlike state that it was difficult for her to feel any masculine feelings; he was still a boy at heart.

When those lean hands reached Guo Xiuwen's back, he struggled to unfasten the row of hooks that held her bra together at the back. Each time he removed them, he had to apply a bit of force; he felt it was quite strenuous, knowing it was because Guo Xiuwen's large breasts made the bra a little tight. She propped herself up and took off the now-loosened bra, continuing to lie on the bed enjoying his massage. Zhou Wenbing spread his hands and massaged her waist back and forth. It wasn't as thin and frail as many girls in the class, nor was it the plump, rounded shape of many women her age; instead, it was soft and full-figured with a moderate layer of fat.

He moved down and gently pressed Guo Xiuwen's delicate feet; she was already very relaxed and enjoying it. A boy from the countryside, of course, didn't know any professional massage techniques. He was simply happy to serve because this firm and meticulous caress made the female teacher in front of him feel comfortable and relaxed, and because he couldn't bear to part with her mature and full body. She was enjoying it, and he was also savoring the exquisite feel.

Her calves were round and adorable. He knew that Guo Xiuwen's calves had suffered a lot from standing and lecturing for long periods every day, so he massaged them very carefully, hoping that this brief service could relieve her fatigue. When Zhou Wenbing's hands reached Guo Xiuwen's round thighs, he realized that his hands were not big enough. He first kneaded them up and down with both hands for a while, then grasped one of her thighs with both hands and massaged the entire thigh, then moved on to the other. When he massaged the groin area of Guo Xiuwen's thighs, his fingers would always lightly brush against her genitals. Despite wearing underwear and pantyhose, the heat there seemed to easily penetrate the two thin layers and be released.

When Zhou Wenbing's hands touched Guo Xiuwen's full and round buttocks, both of them were too nervous to control themselves. She felt her already damp crotch become even more itchy, and more and more nectar was secreted, which the thin underwear could not contain. He felt increasingly uncomfortable in his groin; his underwear seemed to be getting tighter, and Guo Xiuwen's soft moans only fueled his arousal. He pulled down his sweatpants and underwear, revealing his erect penis, letting it relax in the air. Guo Xiuwen, lost in her own pleasure, noticed his massaging hands leave her soft body, followed by rustling sounds. She turned around and saw him taking off his t-shirt, with a hard penis pointing directly at her. Zhou Wenbing

pulled the t-shirt off his head and found Guo Xiuwen looking at him with a flushed face. Excitedly, he leaned down, cupped her beautiful face in his hands, and kissed her full lips. He had only kissed her twice when she stopped him. Guo Xiuwen said shyly, "Don't rush, young man. Teacher will make you feel good. Be gentle, okay?" Zhou Wenbing responded impatiently, "Teacher, hurry up, I can't take it anymore, it's so uncomfortable, I can't hold it in."

"Hehe, that's how young people are, so impatient. Who told you to be so hot-tempered?" "It's not that I'm hot-tempered, it's just that you're too beautiful, Teacher. I can't resist looking at you." "Look at you, do you think I have that much charm?"

Guo Xiuwen said, sitting up. She had Zhou Wenbing sit on the edge of the bed and then lay down. She wanted to give this boy another pleasurable release. He lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling light. Because he hadn't taken off his shoes and his feet were still on the ground, he felt his back straighten even more, making his hard penis protrude even more, pointing upwards. Most of the time, Guo Xiuwen took the initiative in this ambiguous game. Although the two were already so intimate, she always regarded her as her student and herself as his sacred teacher. She was rewarding this student's progress with her own sacrifice, rather than engaging in a passionate game of mutual satisfaction.

She lay beside him, reaching out to stroke his thin chest, raising one leg and rubbing it back and forth against his hard penis. Zhou Wenbing let out a comfortable moan, "Oh~", the full, fleshy thighs rubbing against his hard penis through the stockings gave him an exceptionally stimulating feeling. He stroked her large breasts, which were squeezed together by her lying down, as if he could never tire of the exquisite feel of them. With his other hand, he reached behind Guo Xiuwen's head, wrapped his arms around her neck, pressed her head towards him, and kissed her lowered, delicate lips.

Guo Xiuwen was quite patient. Ignoring Zhou Wenbing's impatience, she first gently touched his thin lips, then slowly pressed them together, opening her mouth and extending her tongue into his mouth, intertwining it with his excited and unrestrained tongue. He had kissed his mature and beautiful female teacher many times, but each time it still made his soul throb. Those soft lips and tongue were the most delicious things he had ever tasted in his life. He always savored them first, then sucked hard, passionately using his own tongue to entwine with that delicious tongue.

Guo Xiuwen pulled up her silk-stockinged legs, reached down and grasped Zhou Wenbing's testicles, kneading them. Sometimes she stroked them gently, sometimes she kneaded them with a little force, then she grasped his hard, hot penis and began to stroke it up and down.

She completely pressed her body against his, her full breasts pressing against his thin chest. Zhou Wenbing embraced the voluptuous, mature, and sexy female teacher, their kiss growing increasingly passionate. They sucked on each other's tongues, exchanging saliva that tasted like an aphrodisiac. Guo Xiuwen covered Zhou Wenbing's tender glans with her soft palm, rotating it in circles. That sensitive spot stimulated Zhou Wenbing intensely. He held her head tightly, kissing her even more eagerly, his lower body thrusting as if on its own.

Saliva was already dripping from the corners of Zhou Wenbing's mouth, his chin glistening. His lower body felt like a pool constantly being filled, the water level rising higher and higher, nearing its peak. He felt Guo Xiuwen's soft hands moving faster and stronger, almost pulling his rock-hard penis off his body. At the last moment, Guo Xiuwen felt Zhou Wenbing's tongue stop intertwining and suddenly stiffen. His waist straightened abruptly, and then she felt the penis in her hand suddenly become thicker and harder. A stream of heat gushed out, spraying onto his abdomen and her stockinged thighs. The last one or two streams fell into her hand as the force weakened.

Only then did the two finally separate, panting. The passionate kiss that had lasted for minutes had finally ended. She lay on the side, breathless, her arms aching, and what bothered her even more was the obvious wetness in her lower body. Recovering, Zhou Wenbing turned and lay on top of Guo Xiuwen, embracing her and kissing her lips, face, and eyes, excitedly saying, "Teacher Guo, you're so good, I love you." Then he kissed her neck and breasts, caressing her thighs and breasts, sucking on one nipple, which he felt had hardened. He slipped one leg between Guo Xiuwen's stockinged thighs, rubbing it against her, enjoying the exquisite sensation. His hand reached behind her, kneading her plump buttocks. Panting from his arousal, Guo Xiuwen pushed him away, her breath uneven as she said, "You little rascal, you're always so excited. Did you enjoy it?" "Mmm, it felt so good, Teacher Guo, thank you, I love you." "If you enjoyed it, get up. It's getting late, Teacher will take you to eat." Zhou Wenbing, his desire released, got up, grabbed some tissues, and wiped his now limp penis clean. He then pulled up his underwear and sweatpants, preparing to put on a t-shirt. As he finished putting on his t-shirt, he noticed that Guo Xiuwen had already taken off her flesh-colored pantyhose stained with his semen. Her two plump, fair legs were exposed before him, and he became excited again. He squatted down, hugged Guo Xiuwen's thighs, and began kissing them, making her feel ticklish. She lifted her legs and tapped his forehead with her finger: "Be good and wait. Teacher will put on her skirt and we'll go eat. Don't be naughty." Zhou Wenbing stared at Guo Xiuwen as she put on her skirt to cover her sexy body that had just been exposed to him. He had heard those boys talking about Guo Xiuwen more than once in the bathroom while smoking. They always said how her breasts trembled when she walked because they were big and soft, and why her skirt looked puffy because her big and perky buttocks made the skirt look fuller. Even the boys who got angry with her the most said that she got angry because she wasn't satisfied by her husband in bed...

At first, he thought it was disgusting that they talked about his benefactor and his good teacher like that. But later, when he held that body that others could only talk about but he could admire and get close to, he couldn't help but feel proud.

He never told his beloved teacher, Ms. Guo, about the boys' gossip. He didn't know why, but although Guo Xiuwen cared for him to the point of helping him release his adolescent desires, her status and authority as a teacher didn't diminish in his heart. On the contrary, it grew even stronger because of this all-encompassing care and kindness. If he had to use a word he could accept, it would be "sex goddess." Because of this feeling, he felt that even though he had touched and kissed this female teacher, he was still purer and more noble than those boys who only talked about her. He respected Ms. Guo even more.

Guo Xiuwen packed the pantyhose stained with Zhou Wenbing's semen and some other clothes into a large tote bag to take home and wash. She patted Zhou Wenbing's head, who was lost in thought, and called him to go eat with her. The two then left the dormitory. Before leaving, Zhou Wenbing and Guo Xiuwen shared another French kiss. Once outside, they realized the sun was almost completely setting. He thought about how that seemingly short, intimate moment had felt so long.

As I was going down the stairs, I ran into a teacher who was about to go up to the second floor. He was also a senior high school math teacher, and coincidentally, he was the one who taught Zhou Wenbing. He greeted the teacher. The math teacher chuckled, "Wenbing didn't go home? How's your college entrance exam preparation going?"

"Yeah, I just told my family I won't be going home for May Day. I'll study some more." Guo Xiuwen chimed in, "That kid's really thoughtful. He's worried about his family, so he asked me to call his dad."

"Oh? Really? More thoughtful than my son. He disappears as soon as he's on vacation. We bought him a cell phone, but we still can't reach him often. Wenbing's family isn't well-off, but at least he knows to borrow a phone to call home." Zhou Wenbing chuckled, unsure what to say, while Guo Xiuwen remained calm. "This kid is not only thoughtful, but he's also made significant progress this year. As long as he performs normally in the college entrance exam, getting into a top university shouldn't be a problem." "That's good, that's good. Wenbing, do your best on the exam. Seeing how much Teacher Guo cares about you, you two go ahead. I'll go back to my dorm to get some materials and then leave." Hearing the math teacher say that Guo Xiuwen was so concerned about Zhou Wenbing, both of them felt a pang of anxiety and quickly went downstairs. During dinner, Guo Xiuwen told Zhou Wenbing to finish eating and go back to school quickly, instead of wandering around outside. After finishing their meal, they all left.

Liu Zhihe sat in his study, smoking silently. His brows were furrowed as he stared at the dark computer screen. He had been browsing the news online when his wife, Guo Xiuwen, called to say she was having dinner out after a meeting and that he should take care of himself. He had wanted to wait for his wife to come home so they could eat out together; it was a rare holiday for May Day, and he should relax. Their child was a good student and had entered a nationally renowned model school in the provincial capital after graduating from junior high. The child said he wouldn't be coming home for May Day and would be staying at a classmate's house in the provincial capital for a few days. Although both he and his wife taught at Bowen Middle School, his wife was extremely busy teaching a graduating class this year, and they rarely saw each other at school, let alone spending several nights a week at the school dormitory because she was too tired to come home. After this year's class, although his wife would be teaching a class starting from the first year of high school, he was currently a second-year student and would be teaching the third year as well. It felt a bit like being separated from his wife by the Milky Way. This afternoon, he had come home early and cleaned the house thoroughly, planning to have dinner with Guo Xiuwen, but it turned out like this.

Not eating is no big deal, but once his mind starts racing, it wanders aimlessly. Liu Zhihe lit another cigarette, carefully recalling the past year. Although he and his wife hadn't spent much time together, they still saw each other regularly. It seemed that every time they were together, she changed, as if she had something on her mind. At first, he thought it was because his wife was under too much pressure teaching a graduating class, but later he felt that wasn't the case. It was an indescribable feeling, as if his wife was hiding something from him. Yes, in the past six months, his wife had been washing more underwear than usual when she came home.

Every time he thought about his wife's unusual behavior, he couldn't help but think of one person—Principal He Guowei. From a purely male or colleague's perspective, He Guowei was indeed a good person. As principal, he had no airs, cared about all the teachers and students, and treated all staff members equally. Apart from a few gossipy people behind his back, He Guowei's overall evaluation in the school and even in the local education system was quite high. However, this senior from his wife's university days made him feel depressed. He had only heard of this person before; after all, everyone knew some of the famous figures in various departments and schools within the education system. A few years ago, when He Guowei was still a teacher, he even took a photo with Guo Xiuwen at the provincial outstanding teacher award ceremony, and everything seemed fine at the time. Last year, He Guowei was transferred to become the principal, and everything seemed off. It was also in this year that his wife underwent some intriguing changes.

During the National Day holiday last year, the entire school's faculty and staff had a dinner party, and He Guowei came to their table to toast. On the surface, everything seemed normal, but something felt off when he drank with his wife. Some teachers even egged him on, saying that the senior brother and junior sister should drink an extra cup, and Guo Xiuwen actually drank an extra cup with He Guowei.

A gossipy female teacher even joked about herself: "Teacher Liu, I bet if Principal He hadn't gone on to graduate school and Xiuwen hadn't started working right after graduation, this beauty might have married whoever she wanted." Several other teachers chimed in, "Yes, yes, Principal He and Teacher Guo are quite a perfect match." Liu Zhihe even joined in the humor, raising his glass to He Guowei: "Principal He, if you continue your studies, I'll marry this darling Xiuwen! Haha, cheers!" Looking back now, the atmosphere seems so awkward, despite the apparent harmony at the time.

I remember one evening shortly after the start of the second semester, Guo Xiuwen went straight to the bathroom and took a long shower. Even after the shower stopped, she hadn't come out, and the bathroom door was still locked from the inside. He said he needed to use the toilet, but she told him to go to the bathroom outside because her hands were covered in water. After he finished, he found three pairs of freshly washed underwear hanging on the balcony. He asked her about it at the time, not really understanding what was going on. Guo Xiuwen blushed and said that they hadn't had much time together since winter break had just ended, and she wasn't used to it yet. He chuckled at the time, assuming his wife was so lovesick she was practically sweating. Now, thinking about it more calmly, he realized that wasn't quite the case.

The meeting this afternoon was normal, but the fact that it was Principal He Guowei made Liu Zhihe feel uneasy. In the year He Guowei had been principal, his wife had indeed shown some unusual changes. Was it a coincidence? Perhaps not! As principal, He Guowei frequently held individual talks with the grade-level leaders and subject group leaders for the senior year, which was normal. But was it also normal for him to have a private talk with his wife, Guo Xiuwen?

He recalled the saying about a perfect match—yes, his wife was outstandingly beautiful in her youth, and he had finally won her over with his sincerity. Now, it seemed, could it be that she had something going on with He Guowei when she was in university?

And since he went to graduate school while she was working, she had little opportunity and thus chose him? It was hard to say. And now?

Although he was an excellent teacher and had received some awards and titles, he was still just an ordinary teacher, while He Guowei was the principal of this provincial-level model school. Putting aside the fact that the other man was openly and blatantly pursuing his wife, just considering his position as a school principal, his outstanding work experience, and his masculine charisma, could his wife resist his charms with a little care and romance? Moreover, He Guowei divorced his wife two years ago after she hadn't returned to China for several years. Faced with a beautiful and charming woman like Guo Xiuwen, who was also a junior at university, could he maintain his usual uprightness? No, perhaps it was precisely that uprightness and composure that would attract his wife to lower her guard and even develop feelings for him.

While He Guowei was lost in thought, he heard the sound of the security door opening. His wife must have returned. He didn't go out immediately, but waited until she entered the bedroom before opening the study door a crack, from which he could see the sofa. There were no handbags or anything like that on the sofa. His heart sank; he felt his wife had probably brought back underwear she didn't want him to see. He quietly went out and sat on the sofa, lit another cigarette, and took a deep drag.

Guo Xiuwen came out of the bedroom, having changed into a thin white silk slip dress. The nightgown had thin straps with a deep slit in the front, revealing half of his wife's full breasts. They swayed as she walked, her braless breasts creating two prominent bulges on the fabric. The dress was short enough to expose at least half of her fair thighs. Seeing this nightgown, Liu Zhihe felt a sinking feeling in his heart. This nightgown was clearly meant for summer, but his wife had bought it shortly after the start of the second semester. Teachers at the school earned a good income and didn't have much time to go shopping, which frustrated the female teachers. They spent almost all their free time shopping. His wife hadn't bought this nightgown during winter break, especially since it was still cold then. She wasn't the type to buy things casually, although she said she saw it at the mall and liked it at first sight. And malls do sell summer items in winter, but considering his wife's unusual behavior over the past six months, Liu Zhihe wondered if the nightgown was a gift. Was it from He Guowei? If so… had He Guowei truly appreciated his wife's sexy, mature charm? Would he even personally remove that nightgown from her body?

Liu Zhihe was still lost in thought when Guo Xiuwen, sitting beside him with an arm around his shoulder, asked, "Zhihe, have you eaten? Why are you smoking so much again? It's bad for your health." Liu Zhihe stubbed out his cigarette, turned away, and said he hadn't eaten yet, then prepared to go out for something to eat. Perhaps his wife was tired and didn't notice his preoccupied state, so he quickly got up and went out to eat. When he returned after dinner, Liu Zhihe saw Guo Xiuwen still wearing that nightgown watching TV, but he could tell she had already showered. He quickly went into the bedroom to shower as well. Then he noticed that his wife's freshly washed clothes were already hanging on the balcony: two pairs of underwear and a pair of stockings. He felt his thoughts begin to wander again.

After showering, Liu Zhihe had intended to just wear shorts, but suddenly felt uncomfortable with the woman outside, so he put on a t-shirt and sat down next to Guo Xiuwen. Inhaling her fragrance, he thought about how their last sexual encounter was over a month ago, and he began to feel aroused. A thought suddenly popped into his head: perhaps he and his wife didn't have enough sex, which was why his forty-year-old wife, like a tiger, was sexually unsatisfied and seeking pleasure elsewhere… He immediately dismissed the thought, thinking this was the perfect opportunity. If he could make his wife comfortable, she wouldn't need to go to He Guowei. Thinking this, he reached out and embraced Guo Xiuwen, preparing to kiss her.

She felt too tired lately and wanted to relax by watching TV for a while, but her husband seemed to be interested in that aspect again. She gently touched his face and said, "Zhihe, I feel a little tired. How about we do it tomorrow?" Liu Zhihe's smiling expression immediately changed, replaced by displeasure. He thought angrily, "He must have been satisfied by He Guowei earlier, so he doesn't want to do it now."

Guo Xiuwen could sense Liu Zhihe's intense desire. She decided to fulfill her wifely duty and, with a seductive smile, comforted him, "I forgot, tomorrow's May Day. I'm tired tonight, I'll sleep in tomorrow." She then prepared to go to the bedroom. Liu Zhihe saw there was still a chance, but he wasn't going to the bedroom. He thought that for so many years, they'd always made love in the bedroom; perhaps it was this rigid adherence to tradition that had led his wife to seek thrills outside of marriage. This time, they'd do it on the sofa. Thinking this, he reached out and pulled Guo Xiuwen down onto the sofa, eliciting a gasp from her.

Liu Zhihe eagerly pounced on her, kissing her lips. After a few kisses, she asked, her face glazed,

"Zhihe, why aren't we going to the bedroom today?" "It's too boring in the bedroom all the time, let's do it on the sofa." The desire aroused by Zhou Wenbing that afternoon was now burning again. Guo Xiuwen didn't say anything, just continued kissing him. He kissed her lips wildly, then her neck, then pulled down the straps of her nightgown to suckle her snow-white breasts.

A thought flashed through his mind again: Did He Guowei also pull down his wife's nightgown like this?

This thought made his erect penis go limp. He calmed himself and continued to tease and arouse his wife. Once the nightgown was completely off, his wife's fair, full, and sexy body was fully revealed, and he felt desire surge within him again. From their marriage until now, this body seemed to always radiate an alluring glow. He took off his t-shirt and shorts, parted Guo Xiuwen's sexy thighs, and thrust into her already wet vulva.

After only a few thrusts, Liu Zhihe felt something was wrong. What was going on? He had only touched her a couple of times, without much teasing, and without kissing or sucking, so why was his wife so wet? Could it be… yes, very likely. His wife didn't come home late today, and she probably only did it once with He Guowei, so she wasn't completely satisfied. Her desire was too strong, hence her wetness. Thinking this, his manhood softened again, slipping out of Guo Xiuwen's desperately-wanting honey pot. Guo Xiuwen, already aroused, was puzzled. She got up, looking at his limp penis, suppressing her momentary desire, and said gently, "Zhihe, I told you you were tired, but you insisted. Also, really, smoke less, it's bad for your health." Liu Zhihe, already feeling utterly dejected, found his wife's gentle comfort extremely grating. Tired? Bad for his health? Yes, he was no longer as young as he used to be, which was why she had hooked up with He Guowei. Thinking this, Liu Zhihe sat up angrily, but forced himself to remain calm, saying, "Xiuwen, it's been so long since we did it, I missed you so much. Why don't you watch TV, I'm going online for a bit." He then got up and went to the study.

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