At the beginning, me and my stinky baby

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I didn't expect her to make such a quick progress after she opened up. On Friday night, they talked about some normal topics. My son was a little anxious and uncertain that night, but the topics they discussed were generally normal, and neither seemed averse to the other.
While my son did his homework in the room, I opened a bottle of baijiu (Chinese liquor) in the dining room, prepared a dozen beers, and ordered a spicy chicken and peanuts for delivery. While drinking, I chatted with his teacher on QQ about his preferences, habits, and how to approach her, constantly encouraging him to move forward. Thinking about it, I'm really going too far. I'm practically offering my wife to someone else, and I still have to encourage him to make a move, even offering shortcuts. If I can't win him over, the teacher might as well remain innocent forever.
My son sat opposite me, watching TV on his tablet while chatting with his teacher on his phone. It was a harmonious scene; beneath the calm surface and the turbulent atmosphere, the core focus was on my son. After a while, my son told me what they were talking about: children, family, and life. I was stunned for a moment. I'd found a "friend of women"! Then I thought about it, and it was indeed a good starting point. Anything we talked about from the beginning seemed too far-fetched, given the differences between men and women. Trying to gain insight into a woman's interests was really difficult for a man. But these everyday family matters felt incredibly relatable to a married woman.
We ended our chat early that evening. The teacher went to rest, and after putting the child to sleep, my friend nonchalantly continued watching dramas, saying that tomorrow was a holiday and the teacher probably wouldn't have time to chat. Haste makes waste, so I opened "The Legend of the Tang Dynasty" on the computer and continued drinking beer, letting my mind wander.
Saturday morning, I woke up after 9 am. My friend wasn't home; she'd gone to the hospital to visit a colleague. I got the child up, ordered some takeout dumplings and other things to feed him, then turned on the TV, put on some cartoons, and started making lunch. Around 10 am, she came back, changed her clothes, and sat at the table scrolling through her phone. I didn't pay much attention until she suddenly said she was chatting with the teacher, who hadn't rested over the weekend and was working overtime. I jokingly asked her if the teacher had come to the office specifically to strike while the iron was hot. She looked down, replying to a message while agreeing with my point.
That evening, I asked about Choubao's progress with the couple. It seemed there wasn't much progress, but the teacher had previous experience with a couple, and it seemed to have lasted for a while. I thought he was the kind of person who could handle things gradually. That night, after the children were asleep, Choubao ran into my room, pulled the blanket over her head, and started giving me oral sex. Suddenly, I felt something was different from usual. Before, it was just a few perfunctory strokes, and once she got hard, she would go all the way. This time, however, she was very serious, not neglecting my testicles, and taking care of everything around me as well. I knew what she was thinking, and I got even harder.
Choubao pulled back the blanket, smiled shyly, and asked, "What are you thinking about?"
I said, "What do you think I'm thinking?"
She pulled on my penis, and it bounced back, hitting my stomach with a "smack." She bent down again and took this rock-hard little stick back into her mouth, her lips moving up and down, her tongue rubbing the glans, and one hand stroking my testicles.
As I pulled her up and rolled her off me, her juices dripped onto my legs. My penis slid easily into her wetness, the thrusting smooth and rounded.
She grabbed a pillow, covered her face, and let out soft moans. In my mind, I pictured another thin man, a 15cm penis, thrusting in and out of her.
Suddenly, she gasped, "Honey, I can't feel you anymore, there's too much water, yours is too small, I want a big dick to fuck me!"
My penis felt like it was going to explode. I quickly pulled it out, found a condom, and put it on. Years of marriage had definitely "tempered" her. I remember when we first got married, she wouldn't let me use ribbed or textured condoms, otherwise they'd scratch her and cause pain. Now, with larger textures, she doesn't feel it as much. I removed the pillow from her face and placed it under her buttocks, thrusting all the way in. I could clearly feel a soft flesh inside. She gasped, saying it felt sore inside, and wouldn't let me go any deeper.
I couldn't resist my fantasies any longer. I whispered, "Do you want Teacher's big dick to fuck you? Do you want to eat that big dick? Baby, your little pussy is about to welcome a new dick, are you excited? Do you want it?"
She slapped me, blushing shyly, her face really red to the core, her burning cheeks pressed against my ear, making me even more excited.
I added fuel to the fire, "Talk to Teacher properly, make him come and fuck you quickly, then you can do it alone first, and then we'll have a threesome, okay?"
"Okay! I want Teacher to fuck me!" She finally relented, unlocking another door to her heart, and at the same time I couldn't help but ejaculate, it had been a long time since I ejaculated so much, with multiple orgasms.
Afterwards, she told me that what I said made her both excited and shy, distracting her. She was originally fantasizing about being fucked by Teacher and was about to orgasm, but because of my shyness, she was slower, and just when she was about to orgasm, I ejaculated, leaving her unsatisfied.
I said, "Teacher's dick is bigger, it should make you climax faster. The first time, you should suck it until it's hard, like mine is."
"No, I only want yours," Chou Bao insisted.
"No? Don't be so sure. You'll definitely be unable to resist tasting his precious thing that brings you pleasure,"
Chou Bao pouted noncommittally.

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