I am a female teacher, and I am recounting my private life.

I'm a female teacher at a private school, and also a homeroom teacher. I'm 32 years old this year. Whenever I see teachers described with words like "candlelight" or "gardener," I feel a sense of irony. Today, I just feel
compelled to share my experiences, to tell you about the romantic affairs of some seemingly dignified female teachers. Where to begin? Let me start with myself. I married my current husband when I was 29. He's a senior executive at a bank, but I dare not go into too much detail, for fear of being doxxed, haha. By keeping the information true, I can speak more freely. My husband is actually quite handsome, four years older than me. To be honest, I married him mostly because of his family's financial situation. I'm not really into overly handsome men; I prefer men who are average-looking but have charisma. But my husband doesn't have that; he only cares about looks. His personality is also rather slow and deliberate. We're together in a way, each getting what we need. I wouldn't call myself a stunning beauty, but I'm definitely a presentable wife. I'm fair-skinned, not very thin, you could say I'm full-figured, with rather thick lips, but not unattractive. I think I look a bit like the girl in "The Legend of 1900," haha, just being a little narcissistic.

I lost my virginity to my husband on our wedding night, and everything seemed perfect. But I want to say that sex is a very important part of married life, although at that time I didn't understand what perfect sex was. It all started with that uninvited guest who came to our house.

I don't know if anyone's interested in hearing about it, haha.
It was probably the second year of our marriage when my husband's very close friend from his hometown called him, saying that his cousin was traveling south and would be staying in Beijing for about two days. He asked if my husband could stay for a couple of days, and my husband immediately agreed. My husband is a good person in this respect; he's a very kind person, and none of his friends have a bad word to say about him. He's the kind of person who's very trusting. The day we brought his cousin to our house, we treated him to Peking duck at Quanjude. Let's call him H. H was a rather quiet person, about 176 cm tall, wearing a simple t-shirt and jeans, looking like a college student, but also more mature than a student, somewhere between a man and a boy. He seemed a little unhappy, but that melancholic aura was quite attractive. That night, it seemed to be a Friday. After my husband and I made love, he fell asleep from exhaustion. I got up to get some water and came out of the bedroom to find him sitting on the sofa in the living room. I was startled. Luckily, I was wearing underwear, but nothing on my upper body. I don't know if I was afraid my husband would find out or what, but I didn't make a sound and quickly turned and went back into the bedroom. Lying in bed, my heart was pounding. He must have heard us making love. I'm a very passionate woman in bed, which I'm quite shy about, but I just couldn't control myself. I spent the whole night overthinking, and I felt a little excited.
The next morning, my husband said he was going to meet a very important client and told me to sleep a little longer. He said he would come back to have lunch with us. Maybe it was fate, who knows? That morning changed everything, including my life afterward.
Now, thinking back to that morning feels like a dream. I still miss that boy. Maybe it was that feeling of a chance encounter, of never seeing each other again, that made the relationship so beautiful. Of course, it was also because of this that I became so reckless.

A short while after my husband left, there was a knock on the bedroom door. I quickly put on my pajamas, and he nonchalantly pushed the door open and came in. Just as I was about to grab something to cover myself, he smiled and said, "Sister-in-law, do you have a new toothbrush? I forgot to bring mine." He looked so handsome when he smiled; my heart skipped a beat. I said, "Yes, I'll get it for you." Then I left in my pajamas. While I was looking for his toothbrush in the bathroom drawer, he suddenly hugged me from behind. Of course, I was terrified and cried out, "What are you doing?!" He held me tightly from behind, sniffing my neck like a wild beast, and said, "Don't move." I said, "No, your brother will be back soon, let me go!" He said, "So what if he's back?" He seemed completely unconcerned. My heart was pounding, and I struggled violently. He had already pulled down his pants with his other hand, then lifted my pajamas and went straight in from behind. I screamed, but before I could even yell, he started thrusting into me from behind like a crazed machine. His young body was so energetic, unlike my husband's. My husband was my first man, and his thing was so delicate. I thought that's what men should be like, but his was so big that I felt like I couldn't even contain him (of course, I later learned that there are always people better than you, and things beyond your control). The more I struggled, the faster he moved. I was terrified, but my body wouldn't obey me. I felt very wet down there because of the slapping sounds. My face flushed red, and I felt dizzy. Then he picked me up and carried me to the sofa. Oh my god, my husband and I had never done this anywhere other than the bed. My face must have been burning red. He panted and said, "You're so good." Then he lifted my legs and entered me from the front. I pushed him away, my heart still racing with panic and struggle. He was so young, yet so skilled at this. I held back the sounds in my throat, afraid I'd scream. At that moment, I was still very reserved, but the fear combined with the pleasure was suffocating. Then came the orgasm. I never knew a real orgasm felt like this. It felt like a million ants were crawling between my legs, and the hairs on my back stood on end. Just as he was about to pull out, I couldn't help but hug his waist and moan, "Don't pull out..." I can't believe I said that; I felt so pathetic. He actually ejaculated inside me that time (thankfully, I've been taking birth control pills). His semen was so hot, and I kept convulsing.

He kissed me too, so gently, completely different from before. We barely spoke; he smoked a cigarette in between. I called my husband to ask when he was coming home. He whispered, "Wait another hour or so; I'm not done yet." So we did it again, both of us standing, with him behind me. He said he liked being behind me, that my butt was sexy and it aroused him. I was completely lost.

My husband came home at noon, and we had lunch together. He was very calm, while I felt awkward. But I thought my husband would never guess what had happened between us. In the afternoon, we went to see a movie with him, and he sat in the middle. I kept thinking about what had happened that morning. I really hoped that someone would contact my husband; I felt scared and disgusted by this thought. I never imagined that I, such a quiet and gentle woman, would become like this. But my husband was there all afternoon, and all the next day, because it was Sunday. Thinking that he would leave on Monday, I felt very disappointed. But he was quite cold towards me; he's probably a seasoned player. I started to resent him. So on Sunday night, when my husband and I made love, I kept moaning loudly, as if I was enjoying it. I knew he would be in the living room, so I deliberately let him hear. My husband, panting, told me to be quiet.
When my husband fell asleep again, exhausted, my heart suddenly raced. I wanted to leave, so I muttered to myself, "I'm going to get some water." My husband didn't make a sound; he must be asleep. He never touches me after we're done, which I hate. I tiptoed out naked. Sure enough, he was sitting on the sofa. I quickly went into the bathroom, and he followed. Without a word, he picked me up and carried me inside. I sat on the vanity, and he carefully placed a towel under me. Then he stood up. My genitals were still wet. It all felt so dramatic. I clenched my lips, afraid to make a sound, and so did he. We suppressed our emotions, and this time he ejaculated quickly, but I had two orgasms.

Without daring to look at him, I quickly threw the towel in the washing machine and went back to the bedroom. When I woke up in the morning, he was gone; my husband had driven him away.
From then on, I became less satisfied sexually, always feeling a lack of excitement. My husband, probably due to work pressure, had lost his former passion, and we only had sex about once every two weeks. But the fire of desire within me was ignited only to be extinguished just as quickly. I suppressed it for a long time, but was too embarrassed to tell my friends.
There was a female teacher at my school who was also the homeroom teacher of another class. We were very close. One day, she secretly sent me a video—it was pornography. I said to her, "Wow, how could you be so bold?" She replied, "What's the big deal? Almost all the female teachers at our school have seen it." I thought the world was crazy. Later, we had the opportunity to go on a business trip together, and she told me she had a lover (she was already married and a year older than me), and asked me to keep it a secret. I asked who it was, and whether I knew him. She told me she would tell me later. Of course, I didn't tell her my secret.
Then one time, the school organized a trip to the Chengde Mountain Resort. I was assigned a room with a female teacher (let's call her Teacher Liu, just a random name, don't take it personally). She hesitantly told me that someone would be coming that night. I said, "Oh, isn't that a bit inappropriate?" She said, "Oh, it's just a chat, if you're sleepy, you can go to sleep." I said, "Can't I go to someone else's room?" She said, "Oh, are you stupid? That would be too obvious." I said, "Okay." It was quite late, and the person still hadn't come, so I drifted off to sleep. Around midnight, I was woken up by a strange noise. I've been through this before, and I knew immediately it was two people having sex, coming from the bathroom. They sounded very restrained, and Teacher Liu was moaning and groaning, sounding uncomfortable. The man's voice sounded familiar, but I couldn't quite place it, though I was sure it was someone from our school. I felt quite excited and really wanted to know who it was, so I got up and pretended to get a drink of water. Suddenly, they both went silent. I found it hilarious, so I turned on the light, intending to play a prank on them. About five or six minutes later, Ms. Liu finally couldn't take it anymore and came out, naked. She said apologetically, "You're awake?" I said, "Yes."
She said, "Who's there?" I asked, "Who?" She said, "Hey, come in, it's okay, she's a close friend of mine." Then she threw his clothes in. A little while later, the man opened our bathroom door and quickly left. Ms. Liu said, "Still embarrassed?" I said, "He's a male teacher from our school."
Later, Ms. Liu and her husband often invited me to karaoke. One day, she even brought Director Lin from our teaching quality department. I was a little reserved, but Ms. Liu, being quite gossipy, said to me, "Brother Lin isn't what you think. He's had his eye on you for a long time." I said, "What nonsense are you talking about?" Ms. Liu winked at me. I actually rarely interacted with Director Lin. He was probably 37 or 38 years old, tall, with a stern and serious demeanor. But he was very energetic when he sang that day, and kept saying, "Xiaoying, let me sing one." We also drank a lot that day (my husband was away on a business trip, so I was often out having fun, mostly with my girlfriend). When we got into the swing of things, Teacher Liu and Siyan hugged each other, and then they left a little while later. It was just the two of us in the private room, and I got nervous. Director Lin came over and said, "Let me kiss you." I said, "Director Lin, what are you doing?" He said, "Can I touch you?" Maybe I was really drunk, or maybe it was something else, but I didn't say anything, but I kept my head down and didn't dare to look at him. His hand went inside my shirt and started pinching. He said, "Don't be nervous, look how scared you are. Do you think I'm going to eat you? You have a lot of flesh here." Then his other hand went under my skirt. I said, "Stop touching me." He suddenly slipped his hand under the edge of my underwear and touched my genitals directly, rubbing them very hard. I was terrified and didn't dare to breathe. He said, "I like this about you. You're quite shy, aren't you?" Then he used his fingers to part the flesh below, but because I was sitting, he couldn't go any deeper. So he picked me up horizontally, pulled down my panties, and directly inserted his fingers. I squeezed my legs together and said, "Stop touching me." He said, "No, I want you." I said, "No." He said, "Even now, it's still not enough." Then he put me on the sofa, pulled down my stockings halfway, and couldn't resist inserting his fingers. His penis was very hard, and it went all the way in in a few strokes. I screamed, and he covered my mouth and said, "Don't scream." Then he started moving. I don't know why, but covering my mouth actually stimulated me a lot. I realized that I really like the masochistic type. I like men thrusting hard and pounding into me, and the movements have to be fast. I don't like... It was a very gentle touch, so after just a few strokes, I felt my inner thighs were soaking wet. He seemed to be enjoying it, pinching my buttocks hard, then pushing me down and entering from behind, squeezing my buttocks together and slapping them hard. I started moaning. He kept calling me a little slut, but I didn't respond at all. I started thrusting my buttocks upwards to cooperate with him. I don't know if it was the alcohol, but I was going crazy. When he felt he was about to ejaculate, he immediately pulled out and licked my genitals with his tongue. I was going insane, it felt so good. My stockings were torn, and my clothes were half-lifted. That scene was definitely so different from my usual serious self. I couldn't believe that the moaning woman was me. After licking me enough, he continued to fuck me from behind. I've noticed that men really like to come from behind. Director Lin also said that my buttocks were very sexy, with lots of flesh, and that he felt great looking at my penis from behind. Then, to tease me, he only put the tip of his penis inside me. I was about to collapse. I grabbed it with my hands and tried to push it inside me, saying, "Come in quickly, put it all in!" He chuckled and then grabbed my waist and thrust hard. From that day on, I completely succumbed to temptation.
Then I found out that many teachers at the school were promiscuous. It was unbelievable; they were supposed to be role models, but they were so lewd in secret. I spent about half a year with Director Lin. Sometimes we would be in his office. The feeling was really different. Often, my pants would be pulled down to my ankles, and before I could even take them off, he would eagerly penetrate me. Every time it was very violent, but I liked it. Of course, it was always at night when everyone had left work, so it was absolutely safe. The most exciting time was when Director Lin, Four-Eyes, Teacher Liu, and I were all in his office. One couple was on the sofa, and another couple was on the desk. We even switched partners once, but Four-Eyes ejaculated after only a short while. He said I was too tight inside. He couldn't stand it, and Teacher Liu said, "You, Zhang Si, are so loose here!" We all laughed. Of course, that was the only time we went crazy. I actually don't really like that kind of group sex; it's not good, I think it's dirty. I prefer regular partners. But later, Director Lin got promoted, and we occasionally booked hotel rooms.
Some time passed like this, and my husband came back from a business trip. At that time, he often took me to play mahjong with one of his clients. I was entertaining the client, and he was a VIP client. That guy was probably in his early 30s, worked in real estate, and wore gold-rimmed glasses, so let's call him Jin. I actually felt for a long time that he was interested in me. Don't ask me why, it's just a feeling. His wife was a very young and beautiful girl, but she had a rather flamboyant and exaggerated personality. She called my husband "handsome" and me "beautiful." I've always been a quiet person. I think I'm his type. Once, a friend of mine wanted to buy a house, and I thought of him. He gave me a very low discount, and my friend was overjoyed. We started seeing each other more often in private. He would occasionally invite me for coffee. Then, one time when my husband was away on a business trip, he asked if I could come to his place. I agreed, even though I knew what he meant. When he got to my place, he immediately started loosening his tie and taking off his clothes—very direct… I just stared at him, dumbfounded. Even after being with a few men, I was still quite reserved and couldn't be that bold. He said I was cute, then came over and kissed me, and then… he bit my genitals. I squirmed and pushed him away, but he skillfully spread my legs. We were lying at an angle, and he said that was his favorite position. But it was actually very uncomfortable and tiring for me, yet my genitals were very receptive—it was a bittersweet experience. Then my phone rang. Just as I was about to answer it, he suddenly went crazy and said, "Don't answer!" Then he grabbed my legs and started fucking me wildly. I came instantly. I squeezed between his legs and said, "Don't stop, don't stop!" Then suddenly… Unable to resist, I climbed on top of him and began to writhe wildly, searching for the areas that drove me wild. I moaned loudly, not caring about anything else. He was incredibly excited, slapping my buttocks to urge me to continue. My breasts trembled uncontrollably, and even I found the speed stimulating. He said, "You're so fucking hot, I love it," and then flipped me over so I was sitting on him, my back to him. He couldn't help but moan, then pushed me down to my knees on the bed and thrust himself inside me. He ejaculated after only a couple of times. I love it when a man ejaculates inside me, and of course, I'm sure it was a clean man. That hot fluid makes my orgasm last a long time.
Some time passed, and my husband returned from a business trip. Around that time, he often took me to play mahjong with one of his clients—a VIP client, after all. He was probably in his early thirties, worked in real estate, and wore gold-rimmed glasses, so let's call him Jin. I'd actually felt he was interested in me for a long time; don't ask me why, it was just a feeling. His wife was a very young and beautiful woman, but quite flamboyant and exaggerated. She called my husband "handsome" and me "beautiful." I've always been a quiet person, and I felt I was his type. Once, a friend of mine wanted to buy a house, and I thought of him. He gave me a very low discount, and my friend was overjoyed. This led to more frequent private contact; he would occasionally invite me for coffee. Then, during one of my husband's business trips, he asked if I could come to his house. I agreed, though I knew what he meant. When he arrived, he immediately started loosening his tie and taking off his shirt—quite direct… I just stared at him blankly. Even after being with a few men, I was still quite reserved and couldn't be that bold. He said I was cute, then came over and kissed me, and then… he bit my genitals. I squirmed and pushed him away, but he skillfully spread my legs. We were lying at an angle, and he said that was his favorite position. But it was actually very uncomfortable and tiring for me, yet my genitals were very receptive. It was a bittersweet experience. Then my phone rang. Just as I was about to answer it, he suddenly went crazy and yelled, "Don't answer!" Then he grabbed my legs and started fucking me wildly. I came instantly. I squeezed him and said, "Don't stop, don't stop!" Then suddenly… Unable to resist, I climbed on top of him and began to writhe wildly, searching for the areas that drove me wild. I moaned loudly, not caring about anything else. He was incredibly excited, slapping my buttocks to urge me to continue. My breasts trembled uncontrollably, the speed of which even I found stimulating. He said, "You're so fucking hot, I love it," and then flipped me over so I was sitting on him, my back to him. He couldn't help but moan, then pushed me down onto the bed and thrust in deeply. He ejaculated after only a couple of times. I love it when a man ejaculates inside me, and of course, I'm sure it was a clean man. That hot fluid makes my orgasm last a long time.
Jin is very good at it; he's the only man who won't let me give him oral sex. I'm very grateful to him. I really don't understand why so many people like to have women give them oral sex; it's uncomfortable and doesn't satisfy them. Once, Ms. Liu asked me to go to her house, and I found out she had a different male companion. It wasn't that four-eyed guy, but Director Wang from our school's admissions office. This Director Wang wasn't very tall, but he was quite imposing. Actually, I really disliked him; he was always lecherous. Then there was another person I never expected: Ms. Tian, our school's English teacher. She was probably around 30, but she had matured quite a bit and had a good figure. She came with a man surnamed Xie. I think Xie was some kind of leader at another school, a very capable person. I guess Ms. Tian wanted to use this man to climb the social ladder. Who knows? Women are really pathetic. Maybe I don't need men to do anything for me to have sex with them. I always do it voluntarily, so I can't understand those who force themselves to have sex for certain purposes. It's so meaningless. I was quite annoyed that Teacher Liu had invited me. Teacher Liu really enjoys group sex, but I don't, so that day I basically just sat on the sidelines drinking and watching them go wild. They were quite open about it; I guess people in this circle aren't used to it. Teacher Liu and Director Wang were really into it, and you could tell Director Wang was very strong, making Teacher Liu scream. Although Teacher Liu had given birth, to be honest, she was quite sexy. I've always thought that women with a lot of hair are more attractive. Teacher Liu was one of the more hairy women I've seen; she was all dark-skinned. Director Wang was grabbing her breasts and constantly rotating her hips. Teacher Liu's legs were wrapped around hers and then down again, and she kept yelling "f***, thrust harder!" She was very slutty. The two of them, Teacher Tian and Teacher Wang, were doing 69 the whole time. I really don't understand what the point of all that licking was. Then Director Wang, probably having too much fun, came over and pulled down my pants. I said, "What are you doing?" I actually hate him. He said, "Let's play together. Aren't you having any fun?" Then he forced me onto the bed and, still wet with Teacher Liu's fluids, entered me. At first, I resisted and wouldn't cooperate. I turned my face to the side, and then he pinched my face hard, put his tongue in my mouth, and started thrusting hard, saying, "I'll fuck you to death, see if I don't fuck you to death." Maybe stimulated by those words, I gave in. There was a sound of wetness mingling below. Director Wang's thing was thick and swollen, shiny purple, very scary. He tried to make me give him oral sex, but I refused. Then he went crazy and started biting my nipples. I started moaning and screaming, with the sound of wetness below. Teacher Liu, watching from the side, blushed and started masturbating, howling. It was so sexy. I felt embarrassed. Director Wang lasted a long time; he was very strong and could even lift me up. Although I physically accepted him, I still disliked him emotionally. He liked to touch me randomly while he was having sex with me, like a groper. I have my limits. Later, before he ejaculated and after I had several orgasms, I passed him on to Teacher Liu, who, of course, had an amazing time.
Later, everyone was so tired that they fell asleep. In my dream, I felt like I was having sex with a man. His penis was very hot and stretched me very tightly. I started moaning and then suddenly woke up to find him on top of me. My body was already arched high with his movements. When he saw that I was awake, he smiled at me, a little embarrassed. He pinched my buttocks and kept pushing in. He seemed to dislike pulling out, and then whispered to me, "Is it okay inside?" I said no, and then he said okay. We did it quietly in the most primitive missionary position. Maybe we are both the shy type at heart. He whispered in my ear, "Your penis is so small. It feels so good to do it with you. You are so good."
I told him to hurry up, and he did, but I still felt it wasn't fast enough. I twisted and turned, but I couldn't reach the depth I wanted. Then he said, "Then you can be on top." I said okay, so I went up and sat as deep as I could. I groaned and twisted hard, and then I climaxed. But he still didn't seem to be going to ejaculate. I got a little annoyed, so I stuck my butt out towards him. He groaned softly and then penetrated me. I also thought my butt must be very sexy; many men ejaculate very quickly after penetration. Sure enough, after a few thrusts, he pulled out and ejaculated on my back.
That was the craziest group sex I've ever had. I hope it's the last time.
Believe it or not, I just wanted to have some fun, so I said what I wanted to say. Actually, we only represent a portion of the teachers. I don't know if Zhang Hun's group is the majority or the minority, but many of us, and many teachers from other schools we know, are like that. Before I entered this circle, I also thought teachers were all very pure, but now, out of the ten I know, three or four have very promiscuous private lives. Of course, you can call me shameless, despicable, or whatever, but I want to say that real life is this dirty. If you think the world is pure, then you're truly a fool.
Okay, the teacher I'm talking about now (sigh, most of the people I've had relationships with are teachers, it can't be helped, they're all introduced by people in the circle), let's call him Peng. He's very young, two years younger than me, but already a veteran in this circle. When I met him, he was about to get married, and his house was in a certain community near Sanyuanqiao. Our first date was at his new house, exciting, right? It had just been renovated, and he was about to get married. That day, his girlfriend said she wasn't in Beijing, so it was a great opportunity. Peng is very handsome, and I was infatuated with him for a long time. He also said he liked women like me, but unfortunately, I was already a married woman, haha. We did it on the bed he had just bought at his house. The bed was practically empty, just a mattress covered in red velvet. He was young and eager; he pulled my pants down to my ankles and started. My buttocks were barely touching the edge of the bed when he half-squatted down, pressed my legs down, and started thrusting hard. It felt a bit like masturbation, haha, so I quickly became aroused. He went in and out quickly, and my moans were trembling. He ejaculated quickly the first time, probably afraid of getting it on the bed, so he grabbed my legs tightly and ejaculated inside me. But I didn't really enjoy it.
Then the second time we did it on the ground. I was squatting and he was from behind. He looked thin, but he was very strong. Every time he thrust, I felt like I couldn't take it. He said my moans sounded nice and that I was very wet. Yes, because when we did it, there were all those squelching sounds and the sounds of flesh hitting flesh. I easily orgasm whenever I hear those sounds. The third time, he was riding on my thighs, holding my other leg with both hands, and thrusting into me from the side. I don't know if everyone understands that position, but that position is very deep. He was already very hard, and it felt like he was going to reach my uterus. I couldn't help but scream. He lowered his head and kissed me, probably to keep me from screaming too loudly. Later, when he sped up, I had spasms inside, and the world was spinning. I felt like I was about to pee, like I was about to be penetrated. When we finished, the ground was sticky and shiny. He said it was all the fluid I had released. I felt very embarrassed.
I'm much more careful about this now, trying not to have sex with so many people anymore . I can only rely on my husband to do it more often, but unfortunately, he's under a lot of pressure at work and very busy, so he doesn't pay much attention to this aspect, no matter how much I entice him, haha.
I really hate gentle sex; it always leaves me feeling unsatisfied. After having sex with my husband, I usually masturbate to feel satisfied, but that feeling is very empty.

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