My kindergarten teacher wife

My wife is a kindergarten teacher with a very small social circle. We've been married for five years without children, and she doesn't really connect with her colleagues, classmates, or close friends.

Judging from her social interactions, she doesn't have many female friends she could easily stay at someone's house with.

My father-in-law came home that day looking very upset.

Not long after, my wife called me, telling me she'd met a new friend while learning to drive, and they'd been drinking together, and she'd stayed at her house that night. Her house is close to the driving school.

As soon as I heard my wife mention drinking, I knew I was definitely being cuckolded.

My wife has a low alcohol tolerance, and she gets very horny after drinking. Plus, she's not very bright, so sleeping with someone, or being slept with, was practically confirmed.

I didn't show anything on the phone, just told her to come home when she had time.

Afterwards, I smoked a cigarette to calm myself down.

Reflecting on my life and situation, the more I smoked, the calmer I became.

I realized something: I don't love my wife.

Or maybe I do love her, but not that much.

At the same time, I couldn't understand why anyone would want to sleep with someone like my wife?

Didn't they feel any guilt?

Or perhaps she drank too much and, like the first time, started flirting with someone?

Although working for a while in a bureaucratic company like the City Investment Corporation had made me a bit twisted, I still couldn't shake the thought that my wife might have been slept with.

So, after dinner, I bought my wife a bottle of chilled Nongfu Spring water and drove my Zhidou electric scooter to the driving school.

It was very hot, but I patiently found my wife in the lounge watching the instructors and students play cards.

Her hair was tied up, she wore light makeup, a white and blue two-piece skirt, white stockings, and sneakers. She was holding a sun-protective jacket and a sun hat.

You have to admit, she looked quite youthful, like a middle school student.

I'd never seen her wear that before.

I looked at her and then searched the crowd for men she might have slept with, but most of them were college students or high school graduates about to enter college, and they all looked pretty much the same. I couldn't find any potential targets.

But then there was my wife's new best friend, whom she introduced me to.

He was a bit of a flirt, the kind of young man who didn't care about traditional female virtues.

My wife seemed happy to see me visit, and acted normally, without the panic or tension of someone being caught checking up on.

After chatting for a while, I said I had to leave. My wife didn't say anything, just told me to come home early that night.

I understood what she meant; she basically wanted to have sex with me that night.

At that moment, I felt a little excited.

I thought, dressed like this, having sex would be pretty great.

But then I lost interest, thinking I'd misunderstood. The excitement of catching him cheating vanished, and after calming myself down, I prepared to go back to work and continue being a respectable person.

But the cruelty of this world lies in unexpected coincidences.

As I was leaving the driving school, I ran into a guy on the street, dark-skinned, with a round head and a big belly.

He called out to me.

I didn't recognize him at first.

But he called out my real name.

I looked him over carefully.

Oh, isn't this my little brother?

My little brother said, "Hey big brother, what are you doing at my driving school?"

I told him I was fine, just taking a stroll.

Then he handed me a cigarette, and I quickly pulled out my own Liqun cigarette, handed it to him, and said I only smoked these, that smoking cigarettes makes me cough.

Although the scene was typical of a Northeastern street, that was the reality.

One of my old buddies, who used to hang out with me in all sorts of entertainment venues, is now a driving instructor.

After all, with Xi Jinping in power, there aren't many places easier than a driving school to pick up decent women.

I went into his office at the driving school, closed the door, and we started chatting.

Before long, the

conversation turned to women, with all sorts of incredible romantic encounters bombarding my ears.

It made me so jealous.

Finally, he mentioned a young woman who had just started working at the driving school, being sexually assaulted by the instructors and students, and becoming completely unresponsive after being given a little alcohol.

I was immediately incredulous, looking utterly bewildered.

Seeing my expression, he immediately pulled out his phone and played the video for me.

Luckily, I'd switched jobs to a city investment company, and my ability to fake it had greatly improved, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to control the situation at all.

I added him on WeChat and asked him to send me all the photos and videos.

When I left, he said he didn't even know who her husband was, how unlucky he was.

I thought to myself, knowing you is what makes me unlucky.

Sometimes, being a fool is truly blissful.

That day, I stayed in the car until the battery died from the air conditioning.

My emotions were a rollercoaster, from anger, disappointment, madness, numbness, resentment, heartache, absurdity, illusion...

In the end, it all boiled down to them playing new tricks on my wife, figuring out which sexy outfits looked good and seductive.

Ridiculous, right?

But that's the real world.

Existence is its own justification.

I charged the car and enjoyed the air conditioning at work for a while.

After work, I took someone else's car home.

That day, I waited until very late, finally finishing six pounds of lobster and four bottles of beer by myself, then passed out on the sofa.

My wife didn't come home either.

About a month later, my wife got her driver's license. She started driving the little electric scooter I rented for her, and probably because she couldn't drive after drinking, she went out less often.

However, I still received a video from my younger brother showing a group of them celebrating my wife's successful driving test with a multi-person sexual activity.

In the video, my wife was soaking wet and flushed, enduring the impact of young penises with her girlfriends, and there was also a dark-skinned instructor among them.

The video went viral locally, but was quickly censored by internet trolls, who reportedly even invited a few people to "tea" (a euphemism for being questioned).

I sincerely thank the internet trolls.

From then on, I treated my wife almost like a stranger, and she was very cold towards me.

Except when she asked me for living expenses, or to buy shoes or clothes, we were usually very polite to each other.

From then on, I developed a bad habit of reading novels.

But sometimes, when I was particularly sexually aroused and wanted to have sex,

I would show signs of wanting to drink.

However, perhaps she didn't want to buy anything at that time, so she didn't initiate intercourse.

At that moment, I thought bitterly, "No way, no way, you don't think I don't know you're having group sex with other people, do you?

Hurry up and kneel down and lick my boots so I can forgive you?"

However, I didn't say it directly, and of course, she didn't try to please me either.

Until last year's Lunar New Year, since we didn't have children and were embarrassed to visit relatives for red envelopes, we just stocked up on some food and did our own thing.

Then the pandemic hit, and we were living a long-distance relationship, with her in the master bedroom and me in the study.

But because the pandemic lasted so long, she couldn't cook, and I was too lazy to cook, so we ate everything in the house, even the expired Oreos.

I had no choice but to put on an apron and, relying on the New Year's gifts from my workplace, my in-laws, and other gifts, try to prepare three meals a day, sometimes four or five.

I couldn't sleep because my phone was so captivating.

The turning point in my relationship with my wife came after a late-night snack.

That day, I fried some expired beef fried rice from Zhoukou, Henan, with a little chili sauce, making it incredibly salty and spicy for us.

We were out of drinks, and the hot water only made it spicier, so we opened a bottle of red wine.

After drinking the wine, I felt lightheaded, and she became a little flirtatious.

Without even showering, we hugged and started kissing, until the hair follicles on her chin were swollen. I carried her back to the master bedroom, stripped naked, and started 69.

Looking at my wife's dark vulva, which I hadn't seen in ages, I felt a pang of jealousy; it was now truly shiny black.

And her anus—she had hemorrhoids, and it was inverted.

You can imagine how much suffering my wife endured.

But at that moment, my lust was high, and my wife was sucking my penis until it was rock hard, making smacking sounds.

I still went for it, her slutty anus, her sticky vulva, licking with gusto, making a loud slurping sound. With some vigor, I felt her two large, ink-black labia fly off.

I must emphasize here, my wife's oral skills were absolutely amazing.

Let me describe it: a tongue-tip wander, an oral tornado, deep throat, double dragons playing with a pearl, and finally, she spread my legs back, creating a nine-day venomous dragon, directly spurting out my yellowish army of semen.

And wouldn't you know it, this bitch immediately opened her mouth to catch it, took it in, and even turned her head to open her mouth again, showing off her tongue .

You fucking kid, where's your schoolgirl demeanor? I

immediately smacked her ass, and she flopped onto the blanket, legs spread wide and raised in the air, her hands pulling apart her dark labia.

That's when I noticed she had dark blue nail polish on.

She was saying, "

Daddy, fuck me quickly."

Listen to that, what kind of lewd talk is that?!

I had no choice but to thrust my saliva- and semen-covered cock in hard.

Tight still.

Narrow still.

Short still.

Pleasant still.

But then, I pulled away, and she loosened.

It didn't feel as good as before.

That night, after two or three rounds, I started to feel some lower back strain.

After we finished, she took a shower and invited me to share a blanket with her.

I was exhausted, so I wiped myself with a wet wipe, sleepily crawled into bed, and we chatted for a bit before I fell asleep.

I even had a dream that day about that long-legged kindergarten teacher in a black miniskirt.

ε=(′ο｀*))) Sigh~

I really wish I could sleep with her at least once in my life.

【The End】

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