A chaste teacher wife encountered through wife-swapping

There are some interesting phenomena in this society. For example, when faced with a beautiful young daughter, a father only has the right to look, not even the right to look closely, not even the right to peek at her exposed skin. Yet, the father is precisely the man who gives her the most, cares for her the most, and is the man she cares for the most. He can neither see her body nor have any intimate behavior with her. On the contrary, a stranger online or an old man can freely touch her, enjoy her oral sex, ejaculate inside her body, without any burden, or only need to pay a few hundred or a few thousand dollars, or only need to make her smile... This kind of sacrifice may not even be one ten-thousandth of what a father makes. Conversely, the same applies to mothers...
In some couples' groups, besides many real couples, single men waiting to be summoned, and scammers who lure people in with their fantasies, there is also a group of people who are either couples or lovers, experiencing early signs of being cuckolded, but without the cooperation of their partners, and not daring to make a strong demand. They are very distressed about how to "develop" their partners, hoping someone can seduce them so they can obtain psychological pleasure from the sidelines. I met such a man, I'll call him Z.
Z's wife is C. The two, a handsome man and a beautiful woman, fell deeply in love in their second year of high school, but accidentally became pregnant. Fortunately, both families were prominent, and Z's family had certain connections, so they simply arranged an engagement for the two children. C took a leave of absence from school, and the child was registered under Z's older sister's household registration. Z, as a talented student, successfully entered a key university. After graduation, through his family's efforts and his own hard work, he became a civil servant. C retook the exam and successfully entered a normal university. After graduation, she taught Chinese at a local experimental middle school. After the two got married, the child's household registration was changed, and the family of three was able to live a life of comfort and security.
As time went by, their monotonous lives became increasingly dull. After their daughter entered middle school, Z found himself even more lost, unable to find any emotional support. He stumbled upon cuckoldry literature and discovered his own cuckoldry potential. He consciously tried to guide his wife during sex, but his usually docile wife nearly threatened divorce, terrifying Z so much that he never dared to mention it again. However, the seed of cuckoldry was like a poisonous sprout; once it germinated, it quickly took over every available space. In desperation, Z could only fantasize in online dating groups, hoping to find help.
After adding Z as a friend, I quickly understood his thoughts. Generally, experienced men would turn away from such chaste women without hesitation, as the success rate is too low, and many single men use this tactic to attract affairs, making it difficult to distinguish the real from the fake. However, my years of experience in the industry had honed my love for challenges. Furthermore, Z had posted photos of his wife in the group; the 34-year-old C was indeed a stunning beauty, possessing both elegance and charm, making her irresistible.
After communicating with Z for a long time and gaining his trust, I solemnly asked him: Is he really willing to let his wife be penetrated by another man, or does he only have the courage to fantasize? If he really has this idea, I can cooperate with him to complete the training and turn his wife into a slut. If he suddenly can't let go halfway, then don't waste your efforts. Z said without hesitation that he really wanted his wife to be fucked by another man because he often masturbated with this kind of fantasy, and he still had this fantasy after ejaculating. I said that since you still have this idea after entering the post-coital mode, then I will help you. However, I need your absolute trust. If you hesitate or distrust during the process, at best the training will fail, and at worst your family will break up. After Z agreed, we arranged to meet at a local restaurant.
Z was much more refined than I had imagined, exuding an aura of righteousness—the kind of appearance that would make him stand out even among a group of Japanese soldiers. After a few rounds of drinks, Z asked me what to do. I explained the plan to him in detail. After careful consideration, Z said he would think about it and that the task was too ambitious, essentially entrusting me with all the realities of life—the stakes were too high.
After Z went home, I didn't contact him again. A week later, Z suddenly sent me a Word document, saying, "Brother, do it. I can't stand this constant torment and fantasy; it'll drive me crazy." I said, "Okay, wait for my message."
At 11:25 a.m., I arrived at a small noodle shop next to the Experimental Middle School. From Z's information, I knew that C didn't like the school cafeteria food and usually ate lunch here. Choosing a spot on the main entrance, I ordered a bowl of soup noodles, two side dishes, and a braised egg, quietly waiting for C to arrive.
At 11:35, Xiao C and a female teacher arrived on time. She was even more stunning in person than in photos. As a mother of a 18-year-old, it seems girls should have children early; she recovered without a trace of age. This further solidified my determination to make my move. However, I didn't talk to Xiao C, just quietly observed and admired her. A few minutes later, my noodles and side dishes arrived. The moment I tasted the noodles, as a seasoned gourmet, I immediately understood why Xiao C liked this noodle shop so much.
For three consecutive days, I sat in the same spot, at the same time, and ordered the same food. Xiao C arrived precisely on time for all three days, sometimes with one teacher, sometimes with another, and once alone. The first day, I just silently admired this beauty. The second day, I found an opportunity to make eye contact with her. The third day, I smiled at her, and she politely nodded. Today is the fourth day, and I've decided to make a move.
On the fourth day, I deliberately arrived 10 minutes late. When I entered, I saw Xiao C already seated. I glanced at her; she had come alone and occupied a two-person table. As more people got their food, Xiao C's presence was quite strong, and no one dared to share a table. I carried my food over and politely asked if anyone was sitting there. Xiao C replied no. I sat down and slowly ate my noodles.
While eating, I kept glancing at Xiao C. She was probably used to being stared at; although a little annoyed, she didn't show it, only gradually speeding up her eating. I gradually increased the frequency of my glances. Seeing that Xiao C was almost finished, I simply put down my chopsticks, frowned, and stared directly at her. Xiao C was displeased but couldn't ignore me any longer. She asked if something was wrong. I said nothing, but her face looked a little strange. She said, "Oh, is that so? I'm a materialist, I don't believe in this stuff." She wiped her mouth with a tissue and got up to leave. I grabbed Xiao C; this was our first physical contact.
Xiao C shook off my hand and whispered, "What do you think you're doing?" I told her it didn't matter whether she believed me or not, I'd only take 10 seconds of her time to give her one piece of advice: these next two days, whatever you do, absolutely do tell your husband not to drink. Remember, absolutely do not drink. Little C dismissively turned and walked away; perhaps in her eyes, this was just another low-class tactic among those who pursue suitors.
Back at work, I told Little Z that we could act today and tomorrow, and gave him the contact's phone number.
I hadn't expected Little Z to be so eager. The next day at noon, before I even reached the noodle shop, I already saw Little C waiting at the entrance, constantly looking around. I pretended not to see her at the door and went straight in. She followed me in, her face flushed, and sat at my usual table, clearly waiting for me.
I didn't play games anymore. After sitting down normally, Little C mumbled a few words and said, "I misunderstood you yesterday." I asked what happened, and she said her husband really had an accident. Last night, after drinking with his boss, he hit someone on his way home. She asked me how I knew something bad would happen. I didn't answer her question, but instead asked how serious the accident was and if anyone was alright. She said her husband was fine; he was supposed to be detained, but his family had connections and got him out. However, although the other party didn't have any major injuries, she kept complaining of pain and wouldn't leave the hospital, even threatening to cause trouble at her husband's workplace, which was quite a headache. If the other party caused trouble at his workplace, her husband, being a civil servant, would likely face significant consequences for drunk driving, and they were trying to find a solution. After saying this, she asked me how I knew.
I smiled and said, "Aren't you a materialist? Don't you believe in this?" She said it was a coincidence, which she found amazing. Seeing her curious, half-believing face, I decided to break down her defenses. I said I'd tell her if fate allowed. She said, "What does fate have to do with this?" I said, "When I came in today, the restaurant looked rather gloomy, and the manager's face was grim. We probably won't be able to eat here more than twice; if we don't come back, we probably won't see each other again." Little C said, "I saw the manager looked great, all smiles." I said, "Didn't you also not believe it yesterday?"
Little C looked around and said, "I still don't think anything will happen. I've been eating at this restaurant for over a year. It's clean and the food is delicious. I've never had an upset stomach. But you're making it sound so mystical. Let's add each other on WeChat." I said, "That's not a good idea. You're a materialist teacher, and I'm a mystical fortune teller. This will lower your cultural level." She gave me a fake angry look, which made my heart race. I smiled calmly, opened the app, scanned the code, and added her on WeChat.
Back at work, I briefly texted Little Z to let her know we were on WeChat and outlined the next steps. Little Z expressed her admiration and promised to cooperate.
After that day, I didn't go back to the restaurant. There was no point in going back now that I had her on WeChat. I didn't initiate conversations with Little C after adding her, and she didn't initiate conversations with me either. I browsed Little C's WeChat Moments and found that she was indeed a very traditional woman. There were no photos of herself on her Moments, only pictures of her daughter and some forwarded inspirational articles.
Four days after we added each other on WeChat, Xiao C suddenly messaged me. We chatted about this and that but didn't really say anything. I smiled to myself and asked her on WeChat, "Did you want to talk to me today because you had something to say?" Xiao C said nothing, she was just curious because we hadn't talked since we added each other. Usually, even if she doesn't say anything, people will keep responding. I just said, "If you don't have anything to say, I'll have to go now, I have something to do." After another hour of silence, Xiao C suddenly said, "Do you have time tonight? I'd like to invite you to dinner." I said I didn't have time, it wasn't convenient for me to go. She asked, "Why not?" I said, "You must have something to ask me, right? We haven't talked for so long, I probably forgot about you. You're talking to me today because you need something from me, you want me to do something for you. Usually, the things you ask me to do aren't good, so I don't have time."
Little C remained silent for a while, I guessed she was stunned for a long time, then typed a message: "Master, your prediction was really accurate. Without realizing it, I've become 'Master.' I really do have something to ask of you, so please do me the honor." I stopped putting on airs and said, "It's not easy to get to know each other. Since you've said so, I won't be pretentious. Bring your husband too; this shouldn't be your problem." I could almost see Little C's dumbfounded face on the other end of the WeChat message. After a moment of stunned silence, Little C said okay, and a while later sent me a message: "Room 603, Xiaoyinlong Hotel, 6 PM."
When I arrived at the hotel, Little C and Little Z were already waiting at the door. Little C seemed to never need makeup or dressing up; her perfect figure and any clothes suited her perfectly, and her delicate face could pull off any makeup and hairstyle. The deep cleavage highlighted by her T-shirt and the slender, beautiful legs peeking out from under her knee-length skirt made me uncontrollably lose myself in thought.
"Master, Master..."
Little C called me a few times. Seeing that I was lost in thought and not moving, she could only reach out and pull me. This was the second time Little C and I had skin-to-skin contact, and the touch was unforgettable.
To cover up my embarrassment, I pretended to carefully examine Little Z, then frowned and said to Little C, "Things seem more complicated than I thought. I don't think I should have come to this meal."
Little C was startled and was about to ask what, but I stopped her and said, "Let's go inside and talk."
Little C chose a room with floor-to-ceiling windows at the end of the corridor, by the lake. Outside the window was a tall poplar tree, offering an open view yet maintaining privacy. It was clear that some thought had been put into the arrangement. Little Z suggested that we not have a host-guest distinction; I would sit at the head of the table, Little C to my right, and Little Z to my left, so that it would be easier to talk. I nodded slightly, and Little C seemed to agree happily.
As soon as we sat down, Little C couldn't wait to say, "Master, that restaurant really did close the day before yesterday. The owner was arrested, and we still don't know why. How did you figure that out?"
I smiled but didn't answer, instead asking her if she wasn't going to introduce me to her husband first.
Little C quickly apologized, saying she'd forgotten in her haste, and introduced me to Little Z. Little Z deliberately said, with a hint of sarcasm, "I've long admired your name, Master, but I'm a materialist and don't really believe in those things. I hope you won't mind. If it's convenient, I'd like to ask you some questions today." Little C glared at Little Z angrily, and Little Z deliberately turned her head away, but gave me a thumbs-up under the table.
I said, "No need for questions. We can discuss some things. You don't need to ask; I'll just say it directly. I'll talk about the future; it's too far away to investigate or verify. Let me talk about the past."
I said to Little C, "You should have a son-in-law now." Little C
asked, puzzled, "What do you mean by 'son-in-law'? Is it a son-in-law?"
I said, "Not a son-in-law. How could you have a son-in-law at your age? There are two possibilities for a 'half
-son': either he died young, or he's an adopted son." Little C's mouth formed a beautiful "O" shape as he exclaimed, "Master, you're amazing! I do have a godson!"
Little Z, standing beside me, looked at me with confusion, because there was no such entry in the information he provided
. Realizing what had happened, he looked at Little C and asked, "When did you adopt him? I didn't know." Little C said he was her best friend's son, adopted a few days ago. She thought it was just her best friend playing around, so she didn't tell me. She'd tell me about it later. This best friend
of hers is the protagonist of another story. Let's leave that aside for now. As we started eating, I casually picked up a few more things from Little Z's information and uttered some nonsensical Zen sayings, pretending to be mysterious. Little C was stunned, completely transforming from a materialist into a believer in the I Ching. Little Z was also a bit bewildered because, including the "half-son" thing, there were two things he didn't know. He couldn't quite figure out my background and started to be skeptical.
The dishes were almost all served, and Xiao Z asked what I'd like to drink, Master. He, following my lead, started calling me "Master. "
I said anything was fine. Xiao Z said, "Then I'll have some baijiu with you, Master." I agreed.
We poured our drinks, exchanged compliments, and clinked glasses.
Just as we were finishing our drinks, Xiao C called out, "Honey..." "You just had an accident from drinking, and I can't drive..."
Xiao Z said, "That's true. Why don't you have a drink with Master? I'll drive later." This was a plan Xiao Z and I had discussed; even if Xiao C didn't stop Xiao Z, I would find a reason to stop him.
"But I..." Xiao C hesitated. The information Xiao Z gave me said that Xiao C had a very low alcohol tolerance, getting drunk almost immediately, especially with baijiu.
"Then let's not drink," I said, putting down my deliberately half-empty glass. "Let's just eat and chat casually."
"How can that be? Master has already drunk it." Little C hadn't even asked me for a drink yet, and with the newly established sense of admiration, how could I let her drink it all herself? "I'll drink with Master," she said, picking up the glass and taking a half-drink herself, coughing for a long time afterward. The violent coughing caused two buttons on her tightly tucked shirt to come undone without her realizing it. When she bent over, looking through the collar, her two hemispheres were incredibly alluring...
The pace of drinking far exceeded Little C's liver's ability to process it, and she greatly underestimated the effects of alcohol on her. After finishing the first glass, Little C not only started to become blurry-eyed, but her hearing and speech were also affected. In order to hear my deliberately lowered voice more clearly and to express her thoughts more clearly, Little C unconsciously moved her chair slowly closer to me. After the second glass, the effects of the alcohol were too strong for Little C to support her body, and her hands began to rest intermittently on my thighs to maintain her balance.
To maintain her balance, C gripped the table, her left elbow resting on my thigh, and haltingly stated her purpose for the evening.
I didn't quite catch what C was saying, partly because her speech was slurred, and partly because her posture placed her perfect breasts right under my nose. Through the open buttons, I could clearly see her perfect collarbone and the flowing cleavage. Perhaps because her breasts were so firm, the perfect curves were tightly encased by the white half-cup bra, fitting without any gaps, and the nipples were not visible.
I looked up at Z and found her staring blankly at C, her eyes seemingly filled with desire yet also with sorrow, her brows furrowed in unresolved tension. I called Z several times before she came to her senses. I gestured for Z to sit to C's right to protect her from falling. C wasn't completely out of her mind, and I couldn't make any moves on her lest she remember it the next day.
Little Z obediently sat down next to Little C. I helped Little C lean closer to Little Z while advising her to stop drinking, saying she was already too drunk. Little C's body was out of control, a bit heavy, and I had to support her under her arm with one hand and hold her arm with the other. My hand inevitably touched that firm spot, and my mind couldn't help but repeat the uncontrollable loss of the night...
Little Z reached out and hugged Little C, but whether intentionally or by coincidence, as he brushed against Little C's chest, he unbuttoned Little C's third button.
Little C forcefully pushed her husband away, muttering incoherently, "Master, don't look down on me, I'll toast you again," while downing the rest of her drink in one gulp. She downed half a glass of wine; unaware that after unbuttoning the third button, her movement of pulling away her husband's clothes left her chest completely exposed. The way her shirt slipped down her shoulder instantly transformed her image from noble to alluring—yes, alluring to the bone…
I snatched C's glass, slipped my left hand under her arm to support her, and greedily gazed at her breasts up close. I breathed hot air into her ear and said, "You're drunk. Sit down and rest. I'm going to the restroom." Then, I lightly brushed my lips against the tips of her hair and the downy hair on her ears, handed her over to Z, and left the room…
While washing my hands, Z came in. I glanced at him: "Why aren't you in the room taking care of C?
" "I put her on the small sofa in the room. This amount of wine is enough for her to sleep until tomorrow, she won't wake up even if the sky falls," Z said. "Master, I really admire you. C rarely drinks, let alone gets drunk. I didn't expect her to drink like this on her first meeting with you. What are your plans for her later, Master?" Z seemed to have a bit of blind faith in me now.
"Are you sure she won't wake up no matter what you do?" I asked, a little uneasy.
"Definitely. She usually passes out after just two glasses of red wine," Little Z confirmed again.
"So, whatever fantasies you have, you can just let them come true. But we're in town, and it'll be troublesome if we run into acquaintances. Let's try some light exposure first and see how you're comfortable with it..."
"What do you mean by light exposure?"
"You'll find out soon enough..."
I discussed the details with Little Z to help Little C get a little more drunk, and then we walked side by side toward the room.
Upon entering, Xiao Z and I were stunned...
A daring waiter had entered, already stripping Xiao C half-naked from the sofa. Her firm breasts, reaching for the sky, showed no signs of softening despite lying down; instead, with her bra pushed up above her head and her arms raised, they were accentuated by her long neck and deep collarbone. In the slightly chilly air conditioning, her pink nipples seemed to be blossoming, glistening with saliva; her flushed cheeks and slightly parted lips seemed to invite someone to taste them. Her long hair, half-side down, partially obscured her face, only making her appear even more alluring and captivating...
Looking down from her breasts, her flat stomach was free of any excess fat or stretch marks typical of mothers. Two defined abs drew our gaze involuntarily to that mysterious area, as if we were willing to fight to the death just to see it...
The sound of the door opening brought not only me into this still scene, but also Xiao Z and the waiter, their youthful faces... The young man seemed to be underage, his trembling facial muscles unable to control his lips, his eyes filled with boundless despair and regret; his helpless hands forgot to pull up his ankle-length belt, and forgot to cover his throbbing penis...
The rapid heartbeat I could clearly hear didn't come from the frozen waiter, but from Xiao Z behind me. Startled by the heartbeat, I turned around and found Xiao Z pale-faced, as if his entire body had been hollowed out, only able to stand upright with his left hand hanging on the door and his right hand gripping the handle, his eyes fixed on the waiter's muscular penis and his wife's half-naked body, his soul seemingly adrift in some distant sky...
I was stunned for what felt like a fraction of a second or a thousandth of a second before I reacted first, pulling out my Mate 7 from my pocket and pressing the volume down button twice on the waiter and Xiao C; with the click of the shutter, not only the waiter's wooden expression froze, but also Xiao C's perfect body.
The waiter, realizing what was happening, pulled up his pants with both hands. Before he could even fasten his belt, his knees buckled, and he knelt down, shuffling along on all fours. He grabbed my legs, trembling as he pleaded
, "Brother, I was wrong. I was out of my mind. Please forgive me, it's my first time..." "
Slap! Slap!" The waiter seemed to have no mercy on his own cheeks. "I'm not human, brother, please forgive me!"
I ignored his cries and pleas, continuing to slap himself while kowtowing. Looking back at Little Z
, he remained in the same position, his face even paler than before, his legs trembling uncontrollably. His head was half-lowered, his eyes twisted at a strange angle, one eye seemingly looking at Little C, the other at the waiter. If he looked straight ahead, it would be one eye looking at the sky, the other at the ground, unwilling to look at anything but the human world.
I helped Little Z to sit on the chair next to Little C. Little Z's neck twisted stiffly as he moved, his gaze remaining fixed.
I kicked the waiter, telling him to shut up. The waiter meekly squatted down by the door.
Little Z, trembling, picked up another unopened bottle of liquor, twisted the cap off forcefully, and gulped it down. In less than a minute, the bottle was empty.
With a "bang," Little Z smashed the bottle on the ground, his eyes bloodshot as he pointed at the waiter,
"You, come here!"
The waiter crawled on all fours, trembling, to Little C, his hands covering his head, not daring to look at Little C or avoid the glass on the street.
"Go and put her clothes on!" Little Z pointed at Little C.
The waiter looked up at Little Z in surprise, then at Little C, seemingly not understanding.
"I told you to go and put her clothes on, didn't you hear me? Or do you want to go to jail?"
Due to the shock from the waiter, Little C was basically sobering up. I didn't want to force myself on her, and besides, with the poor waiter's photo, future opportunities would be a piece of cake. I exchanged a wink with Little Z, then went straight home without paying. Next time, it won't be just a simple drinking session, haha...
[The End]

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