Charming married woman's colorful sexual journey - a life without regrets 8

My wife and I have had a rather unusual sex life over the years. This might be related to my own sexual upbringing, while my wife has been influenced by me. Since marrying me, she's basically always agreeing with whatever I say; she's a typical submissive wife, especially very tolerant of me. This tolerance stems from her understanding of me and her confidence in me. As for my
sexual upbringing—let's call it that for now—I've talked to my wife about it.
It happened when I was in the first year of junior high school. I was the class's sports representative, and at thirteen or fourteen, I was already quite a young man. Our female homeroom teacher was probably in her early thirties, voluptuous and beautiful, with her long hair always tied in a knot at the back of her head. She spoke softly and gently; in my eyes, she was the most beautiful woman in the world.
One noon, I went to her dormitory to deliver homework. She was taking a nap, wearing a thin nightgown, with only… her panties barely visible underneath. Her face was flushed, and she looked languid and relaxed. My heart pounded, and my penis instantly became erect…
One day after school, I helped my female homeroom teacher carry a pile of homework and followed her to her dormitory. Seeing that I wasn't leaving, she sighed and, in front of me, quickly washed up and changed into her pajamas.
She patted the edge of the bed, had me sit beside her, and began to undress me, teaching me everything about having sex with her…
When I left her dormitory, I felt a surge of joy and excitement, as if all the sunshine in the world was shining on me alone. The next day, when I saw her, everything seemed normal. I kept a secret to myself, naturally…
being young and naive, I didn't realize the joy I was experiencing. Later, I foolishly told one of my best friends, who was in another class. We were both so young and naive, thinking it was like something fun and delicious, and he begged me to take him to have sex with the female homeroom teacher.
Our female homeroom teacher generously accepted us two naive young men, each of us entering her alluring vagina, enjoying the pleasure of awakening our sexual desires with her mature, passionate body…
Having sex with her, I studied even harder. I thought teachers liked good students, and she didn't like students who didn't study well, and I didn't want to disappoint her.
When I entered high school, I got into a top school. On my last day at school, she called me to her dormitory, and we made love again. After I ejaculated, as I lay on top of her kissing her nipples, she asked if I would remember her. I nodded vigorously, and she smiled slightly, but tears welled in her eyes.
After I went to university, my best friend and I visited her. She was doing well; her husband had been transferred back and was now a minor local leader. Her husband wasn't home, but she invited us to dinner, asking about our university life and whether we had found girlfriends. I said no, I hadn't met anyone as beautiful as her. She laughed and tapped me on the head with her chopsticks.
After resting for a while after dinner, our female homeroom teacher took a shower and didn't come out of her bedroom for a long time. Later, she called us in. She sat on the edge of the bed, swinging her legs, looking at me and then at my best friend, laughing incessantly, making us both embarrassed.
She was even more charming after her shower, with a more alluring quality than in her younger days. Then she slowly lifted her newly changed nightgown, showing us that she wasn't wearing underwear. Her fair thighs, soft pubic hair, and alluring vulva instantly transported us back to the past. She smiled and asked, "Want to make love?" You two silly boys… We had sex all afternoon and evening, thoroughly satisfying our sexual awakening goddess.
I told my wife about this when we were dating, and she laughed so hard she almost choked, saying, "Your female homeroom teacher is quite interesting."
I've also been thinking about this. Perhaps because of her gentle and kind nature, I've never seen her argue with anyone, only be bullied. Her way of protecting herself was to minimize contact with others, especially male teachers. She was more tolerant of students than reprimanding them. Coupled with the fact that she had no children, her life was lonely. The female homeroom teacher was a simple and easygoing person. I think she didn't place much importance on sexual morality, but I also didn't hear or see her casually causing trouble in matters of love and sex. In fact, there were a few restless female teachers in our school who caused a lot of trouble.
Later, as I met more women, including my wife, none of them took care of me or made me happy like my female homeroom teacher did; none of them showed me any maternal love. In her eyes, I was probably half man and half child, perhaps more of a child.
Many years after our marriage, my wife and I made a special trip to visit her in the city where she lived. She had retired, her husband had passed away, and she lived alone. As soon as my wife saw her, she quietly told me that she must have been a beauty in her youth. The
female homeroom teacher, holding my hand in one hand and my wife's in the other, smiled and said, "It feels like just yesterday you were both adults, and now I'm old." I saw tears welling up in her eyes. The female homeroom teacher lived in a government-subsidized apartment owned by her husband's workplace. Because her husband had passed away early, she wasn't eligible for a better apartment, so her living conditions were rather basic, but she kept it very clean. She was a very tidy person.
Back at the hotel, I learned that apartments in this city weren't expensive, only around 700-800 yuan per square meter. My wife and I discussed it and bought her a newly developed, furnished two-bedroom, two-living-room, one-bathroom apartment in a nearby residential area. Back then, apartments weren't readily accepted, unlike the current market frenzy. The paperwork was also very simple; the card I had was enough for the down payment.
When I handed the keys to her, she refused to take them. Later, my wife pulled her aside and talked to her for a long time. I noticed that both she and my wife were wiping away tears.
She finally accepted the keys, and my wife accompanied her to complete the property registration. I arranged for a moving company for her, intending to get everything settled so she could move in, but an emergency came up… my wife and I had to leave. The female homeroom teacher told us to go back quickly and not let an old woman like me cause trouble.
From then on, I maintained intermittent contact with her, calling to say hello.
Honestly, I'm still very grateful to her, not only for the unexpected joy she brought me during my懵懂 (muddled) adolescence, but also for the indescribable warmth that accompanied me into adulthood. Even my marriage seems to have been somewhat influenced by this subconscious feeling.
My wife resembles my female homeroom teacher in some ways.

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