I slept with my teacher's wife.

The story begins in June 2018, after I graduated with a degree in photography and started working at a photo studio.
On my first day there, I met Sister Ting for the first time; she was a makeup artist. She
had fair skin, a slightly plump figure, and wore a tight-fitting top, clearly showing the outline of her breasts—probably an E cup. Any man who saw her would probably want to sleep with her.
Later, I learned that Sister Ting was actually married, 36 years old, and had a child in kindergarten. She
was incredibly well-maintained; apparently, whenever a new client came, the boss would jokingly ask people to guess Sister Ting's age. I guessed 26!
Haha, she really looked young.
Later at work, we chatted frequently, and I learned that Sister Ting's husband taught sketching at my alma mater. Coincidentally, I even took his elective course. I praised him as a good teacher, saying he gave me a 98 on the final exam. Sister Ting just smiled and didn't say anything.
Because we often had to go out for photoshoots, I was frequently paired with Sister Ting. Sometimes I would even bring her breakfast. She was in charge of makeup, and I was in charge of photography. After each shoot, I would also take a few
pictures of Sister Ting, and I would always edit them to make her look beautiful. Her WeChat Moments were always filled with unique photos. Gradually, Sister Ting started to enjoy being paired with me, and our relationship slowly grew closer.
However, I noticed that after Sister Ting finished doing makeup for others, she would often send voice messages or make phone calls while watching me take photos, and her tone was often unpleasant, as if she were arguing with someone.
After a while, I figured out that she probably had a bad relationship with her husband.
Several subsequent company dinners confirmed my judgment. At each dinner, Sister Ting would drink too much and then say a lot, saying that her husband often used artistic creation as an excuse not to come home, and that he would secretly send voice messages to other women behind her back. He also said he never picked up or dropped off their child at school.
She said she was very tired after work every day, and when she got home, she had to deal with a lot of nagging from her in-laws.
One thing she said when she was drunk made me realize there was an opportunity: "I'm happier at the company than at home, especially since Xiao Luo always takes pictures of me when we go out."
Honest and unassuming, I could only fantasize in secret, daring not to take any real action.
Two key events gave me the opportunity to sleep with my teacher's wife.
The first was at the end of last year, when Sister Ting and I were taking photos of a newlywed couple on an undeveloped beach. The wind was strong that day, blowing the bride's headdress off. I asked Sister Ting to help me pick it up, and as she bent down, a small wave hit her.
The bride also got some splashed on her back, while Sister Ting's coat was wet, though her pants were leather.
I gestured for the bride and groom to rest for a while.
Sister Ting unzipped her coat, revealing only a white thermal undershirt underneath, which was also wet. Her red bra and the outline of her breasts were faintly visible. I stared for five seconds, swallowing hard, and only came to my senses when Sister Ting spoke.
There was hardly anyone around, so I asked Sister Ting to wait for me behind a big rock. I told her I'd go get a jacket from the car for her to change into
(I already had a jacket and a quick-drying shirt in my car, which I planned to use to play soccer after work that night).
When I brought the jacket and shirt behind the rock, Sister Ting was only wearing a bra.
She didn't shy away from me, adjusting her bra strap and saying, "You go ahead and do your work. I'll leave the clothes here and come find you when I'm done."
Wow, I guess I'm too honest; I didn't dare do anything. But I think Sister Ting is kind of interested; she's implicitly accepted me.

The second thing happened earlier this year. When I returned from my holiday, the boss said the company would have a "back-to-work" dinner. But because of a flight delay, by the time I got back, dropped off my luggage, and rushed over, everyone had barely eaten, and some were even quite drunk, including Sister Ting. When
Sister Ting saw me, she put her arm around my shoulder and asked, "Why are you so late?"
So I had to clean up the mess and help the boss get everyone into their cars to go home.
Suddenly, Sister Ting grabbed my hand, handed me a bunch of keys, pointed to her car, and meant for me to take her home.
Seeing no one else around, I told my boss to be careful on his way home, then helped Sister Ting into the car and drove her home
(I knew where she lived because I'd driven her there a few times before). Sister
Ting, quite drunk, started complaining in the car about her husband, saying things like how he was too concerned about appearances and gave expensive gifts during the New Year, and whose family they spent the holiday with. She also said he often called other women in the kitchen late at night, and she'd caught him a few times; she suspected he was cheating, and she wanted a divorce.
She said that after her divorce, she definitely wanted to find someone as honest and considerate as me
(I'm actually just an honest, simple guy who helps her take pictures and buys her breakfast. I didn't expect Sister Ting to care so much).
Then, Sister Ting, sitting in the passenger seat, leaned against me, her breasts against my shoulder, and kissed me.
My face turned red. When Ting saw my blush, she kissed me again, and since she was driving, I quickly used my other hand to gently push her into the passenger seat. I thought to myself, I need to be careful while driving, lest I get hurt. Maybe I can have sex with her sometime. We
just turned a corner and arrived at Ting's building. I parked the car, told her to call her husband to come pick her up, and got out.
I watched from a distance for a few minutes. Ting's husband came down, and seeing them arguing again, I left.
From then on, I kept thinking about having sex with Ting.
Finally, at the end of last month, for a travel photography job, I, a female photographer, and Ting were going to Xinjiang. Coincidentally,
the female photographer's brother and sister-in-law were stationed in Urumqi, and she was going to have dinner with her brother that night.
It was truly a stroke of luck; this gave Ting and me a chance to be alone. After showering that night, with nothing to do, since we were in Xinjiang, I said to Ting, "Let's go out for lamb skewers."
Ting readily agreed. At the barbecue restaurant, we ordered a bunch of food, and Ting proactively asked for a few bottles of beer.
The owner brought out ten bottles of strong Urumqi beer, saying we could return them if we didn't finish them.
I told Ting that the Urumqi beer was potent and she should drink less, but Ting didn't care, saying it was no different from regular beer.
We drank seven or eight bottles; it really was the deadly Urumqi beer. I was already a little tipsy, and Ting started talking more. I knew we'd had too much to drink! Because Xinjiang is a sensitive place, I was afraid something might happen if she spoke loudly, so I quickly paid the bill and went back to the hotel!
Back at the hotel, I dutifully escorted Ting to her room, then went back to my room. Unexpectedly, just as I was about to close the door, Ting pushed open my door and closed it with her foot.
She pushed me onto the bed, her breasts pressed against mine, and said, "Xiao Luo, actually I quite like you. I wish my husband were like you."
Who could resist that? My penis immediately became erect, pressing against Ting's stomach. Ting grinned mischievously, unzipped my pants, and swallowed my penis whole. I was stunned. Having been single for three or four years without oral sex, I shuddered and almost ejaculated, grabbing the sheets to hold it in.
Seeing my reaction, Ting's oral sex became faster and faster. Just as I was about to lose control, I pushed Ting away and pressed her down on the bed, quickly removing her clothes and bra. The large breasts I'd always dreamed of were revealed before my eyes. Before I could even get a good look, I sucked on her nipple, gently biting it with my teeth. Ting let out a cry, which only fueled my excitement, and I continued sucking on her nipple.
My hand moved down, and Ting's lower body was already overflowing with fluid. I rubbed her clitoris repeatedly, the fluid increasing, and her moans becoming more and more wanton.
I pulled down Sister Ting's panties and inserted two fingers inside, imitating Teacher Kato Taka's technique, fiddling around inside. I felt like I had received the real teachings, and I touched her G-spot. I kept stimulating it, and Sister Ting's vagina clamped my hand, and I felt like she was about to have an orgasm.
Sister Ting leaned close to my ear and told me she wanted it; she hadn't had sex in three months.
(No wonder Sister Ting was so proactive, she was starving!)
I hurriedly searched for condoms in the hotel, but Sister Ting said she had taken a birth control injection and didn't need a condom. This excited me so much that I jumped onto the bed, straddled Sister Ting, and kept rubbing against her entrance. Sister Ting couldn't take it anymore, grabbed my penis, and guided it into her vagina, giving me a missionary-style thrusting session. Although Sister Ting had given birth, perhaps due to her strained relationship with her husband, she didn't use it much, and her vagina was still quite tight. Having been abstinent for so long, she was incredibly wet.
I thrust vigorously, and Sister Ting's moans grew louder and louder. I didn't know many positions, so I tried two or three different positions for over half an hour. Finally, I called Sister Ting to the mirror and penetrated her from behind. Watching Sister Ting's breasts swaying in the mirror and hearing her moans of release, I felt a surge of pleasure.
Little Wolf finally ejaculated, and it was inside me. It had been so long since I'd done it, I had a lot in reserve. He ejaculated a full, thick load. It was the first time in my life that I'd ejaculated inside without a condom, and it felt amazing. Sister Ting even gave me a blowjob, saying I was naughty for ejaculating inside her. Actually, I knew she had a birth control injection, so I wasn't worried. She probably hadn't felt that warm feeling inside her for a long time either!

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