The true story of the teacher's wife

I'm 30 years old. After graduating from university, I came to City A and got a job at a monitoring station through a public recruitment process. The job is tedious and monotonous, requiring frequent trips to the county for monitoring, often lasting several days in a row; business trips have become commonplace.

After working there for a few years, I married my current wife through a supervisor's introduction, and we had a son. My wife works for a large company. When she first joined, they all had to do internships at the grassroots level. Her mentor was a woman in her forties.

Although she was described as middle-aged, you wouldn't know her real age without seeing her ID card. She takes good care of herself and has a great figure. She's 160cm tall, not very busty, and has long hair, which she always wears down after work—a typical image of a southern woman. Her husband works at the same company, and their daughter is in high school, living at school and only coming home once a month.

My wife says their marriage isn't happy; they would have divorced long ago if it weren't for their daughter. Her husband joined their company after leaving the military and has no other hobbies but drinking and gambling. Her daughter, on the other hand, is well-behaved and sensible, with excellent grades, and is a sophomore at a top city high school.

Because of our master-apprentice relationship, my family often ate at her house. We usually called her "Master's Wife," but calling her "Big Sister" would be more appropriate. Every time we ate at her house, her husband would personally cook a delicious meal and we'd have a few drinks together. Our relationship grew closer over time.

Last November, my workplace arranged for me and a new colleague to conduct a three-day routine monitoring trip to the county.

Each time we went to the county for monitoring, we were arranged to stay in a hotel, and the equipment was set up on the hotel rooftop. Our job was simply to change the monitoring data, record it, and save it. We spent our free time watching TV and surfing the internet.

The new colleague was a local and was deeply in love. He and his girlfriend had a few disagreements those days, so I said, "Why don't you just go back? I'll work alone; there's nothing much to do anyway. You can come back in a few days to help me disassemble the equipment, and I'll take your attendance." He was overjoyed, bought me a pack of cigarettes, and ran off.

After waking up from my afternoon nap and setting up the monitoring data, I felt a bit bored and decided to go downstairs to buy some fruit. Returning to the hotel, I spotted a familiar figure in the lobby. Hesitant to call out, I approached and realized it was my mentor's wife. After a brief chat, she mentioned she wasn't feeling well and had taken a few days off from work, but had the time to visit a friend.

Visit a friend? It seemed she wasn't even from this county. Why would she be visiting a friend here, and in a hotel?

Seeing her sitting alone in the lobby looking bored, I invited her to my room to wait for her friend. She readily agreed.

Winter comes late in the south, and with the recent cold weather, I had the room's air conditioning set quite high. I prefer wearing light clothing, especially indoors, and dislike wearing heavy, inconvenient coats.

Once in the room, I took off my coat, leaving only a cardigan.

After entering the room, I made my mentor's wife a cup of tea and washed some fruit. Because we were familiar with each other, we chatted freely. We talked about my work, our lives as a couple, and mostly about our son.

Time flew by, and before we knew it, it was 6 PM. My teacher's wife hadn't received a single phone call during this time, but I could tell she was anxious to see her friend, who never showed up. As

darkness fell, she tried calling her friend's cell phone, but first there was no answer, and then it was switched off.

Seeing this, I didn't press the matter further and invited her to dinner at the hotel restaurant. During dinner, she kept dialing the number, but the phone remained switched off.

Back in our room after dinner, I finally had the audacity to ask her who her friend was and why he hadn't come.

She said he was an online friend she'd known for a long time, and because she and my teacher's husband had argued recently, she had come to see him, but he was avoiding her, which had truly broken her heart.

My teacher's wife was very frank with me. She said my teacher's husband liked to gamble and drink heavily, and their relationship had always been bad. On the surface, they seemed to have a good relationship, but at home, they were cold and distant, sleeping in separate beds, eating separate meals, and ignoring each other. As time went on, my teacher's wife started chatting online with this man. She knew that this man had a family and children, but no job, and he often asked my teacher's wife for money, but my teacher's wife wanted the feeling and didn't care about the money at all.

She asked me, "Xiao Li, do you know what women in their forties want most?" I said, "A warm home." She said, "Yes, but not entirely. Women our age not only need a warm home, but also love and sex. You've heard the saying 'Thirty like wolves, forty like tigers,' haven't you?" I nodded in agreement.

She told me that she and my teacher's husband hadn't slept together for many years, let alone had sex. My teacher's husband came home drunk every night, which made her angry.

I'd heard what my wife said before, and I felt sorry for her. What 40-year-old woman doesn't want a happy life?

We chatted until 10 p.m. I said, "Madam, it's so late, don't go back. I'll get you a room so you can rest for the night and go back to the city tomorrow. Let it go if that man doesn't come to see you; he's heartless, no need to be sad over something like that." Hearing this, tears streamed down her face. I'm naturally afraid of women crying, so I quickly grabbed some tissues for her to wipe them away.

Just as I wiped away one tear, she hugged me tightly and started sobbing. My mind went blank; I stood there dumbfounded, letting her hold me, unsure what to do. She held me tightly, crying her heart out; it was heartbreaking.

Just as I was at a loss, she asked me, "Xiao Li, what kind of person do you think your teacher's wife is?" I said, "She must be a gentle and virtuous wife, it's just that my teacher's husband didn't cherish her." She continued, "I had a relationship with that man, do you still think of her that way in your heart?" I couldn't answer for a moment.

Seeing my silence, she said, "Your teacher's wife actually has very low demands, she just wants to live a normal life, I can't bear the life of a widow. I need love, I need sex, do you understand?" I still didn't know how to answer, I was afraid, I was hesitant. "Can you stay with me tonight?" she pleaded.

This completely confused me, I didn't know what to do, she hugged me tightly, my heart was pounding, and I couldn't make a decision.

"Do you dislike your teacher's wife?" she asked.

"No, no, I just feel it's not right, you are my teacher's wife," I replied.

"What's wrong with your teacher's wife? I'm only a dozen years older than you, and besides, it was me who took the initiative, not you. Your teacher's wife really wants a man to warm her heart, can't you even do that? Are you afraid your wife will find out? I won't say anything, you won't say anything, and we're out of town, no one we know will see us. You're just on a normal business trip, what's there to be afraid of?" she pleaded.

I had always been completely loyal to my wife and had never had any affairs with other women. But today, with my teacher's wife pleading with me, I couldn't refuse, and I couldn't refuse. Men are all ruthless, especially in this kind of situation.

Seeing that I didn't answer, her hand slowly slid down to my crotch. At 30, I was already as hard as an iron rod. Her hand groped my penis through my pants, slowly bringing it closer. I then realized that her tears had dried, and a happy smile appeared on her face.

"Do you love me?" my teacher's wife asked.

"Yes!" I answered directly.

She said, "Tonight, your teacher's wife is yours. Let's enjoy sex and let you feel the desire and longing of a 40-year-old tigress." As she spoke, she unzipped my pants, her tongue swirling in my mouth, sucking hard until I could barely breathe.

The faint scent of her perfume was irresistible; I savored everything she offered.

"Why are you so reserved? Can't you relax a bit?" she asked, noticing my lack of initiative.

"Teacher's wife, how can I please you?"

"Your teacher's wife is all yours. You can do whatever you want with her. Just relax, my darling!" Her words were almost maniacal.

She slowly took off my shirt, unbuckled my belt, and moved her lips away from mine, slowly kissing my neck and chest.

The tingling, numbing sensation was irresistible; I'd never felt anything like it before. Before, when I made love with my wife, I was always the one initiating, and she was passive. Today's lovemaking made me truly understand what sex is—harmonious sex.

Before, my hands had been holding her waist, not daring to cross the line, but slowly, my hands unconsciously slipped inside her shirt, sliding towards her breasts. Her breathing quickened, and when my hand touched her nipple, she trembled and moaned.

Her breasts weren't large, but they were firm, not like someone in their forties. Her nipples weren't large, but they were hard and comfortable.

"Xiao Li, could you help me take off my clothes?"

We looked at each other; it was the first time I'd observed my teacher's wife so closely.

Her face was fair and radiant, her skin wrinkle-free and elastic. Her mouth was small, the cherry-like kind, very sexy. The moment our eyes met, I blushed.

"Are you shy?" my teacher's wife asked.

"No, I feel like you're only 18."

"Are you flattering me? I'm 45, if only I were 18." "No, teacher's wife, you're almost 18, your skin is so good, you take good care of yourself." "Stop talking nonsense. If your teacher's husband took good care of me, I would definitely be younger. I haven't known that man for long, I haven't had sex in 4 years." "4 years? How did you manage? My wife wants to have sex every day now." I was quite surprised.

"4 years, I just took care of it myself. What other way could I do? I couldn't ask anyone for help. I've used cucumbers, corn, eggplants, all the things you can imagine." "Does that sound realistic?" I asked curiously.

"It definitely doesn't feel real. It's like touching your own hand with your left. I'm just seeking that pleasure. I even got a gynecological problem because of it." "Was the guy good at it? Could he satisfy you?"

"Good at it? No, he was after my money. I had to take medication every time to barely keep it going, but it's better than nothing, right? Women need real sex." As she spoke, she pushed me down onto the bed.

"Xiao Li, do you like oral sex?"

"Oral sex, I like it, but my wife never does it for me. She thinks it's dirty." Before I could finish speaking, I felt something warm envelop my penis. It felt so good. My teacher's wife was giving me oral sex, and she seemed to be enjoying it. It

was the first time I'd ever introduced oral sex to a woman, and I felt an indescribable pleasure, like I was dying of pleasure. It was even more comfortable than piston-like movements. My teacher's wife's tongue kept swirling around my glans, going in and out with great force, and I couldn't feel her teeth.

I looked up at her ecstatic expression and let out an excited moan.

"Teacher's wife, no more, I feel it."

"It's okay, let me take care of it with my mouth, don't worry, just shoot in my mouth." Shooting in her mouth, I've never had such an experience before. My cerebral cortex contracted, and a thousand troops shot into the depths of her throat all at once.

But she didn't let go, swallowing it all, and licking my penis clean with her tongue.

The unprecedented pleasure made me both excited and disappointed, disappointed that I ejaculated so quickly, not letting her have enough fun.

I sat up, kissed her deeply, and slowly took off her clothes.

It was a bit cold in the south in November, but she wasn't wearing much, just a cotton coat, a cardigan, and an undershirt.

The moment I took off her cardigan, I found that her undershirt was pink, my favorite color. I estimated that her breasts were about a 34B, a little bigger than my wife's. Her breasts were perfectly outlined by the undershirt, a deep cleavage, white breasts, and a waist without any excess fat. "Do you like it?" she asked me.

"I love it! I love pink lingerie the most. Your breasts are so beautiful, Mrs. Teacher." "How do you know my breasts are beautiful when they're not even completely off?" "You can tell from their shape—white, firm, and elastic. You wouldn't guess they belong to a 40-year-old woman." "You've seen 40-year-old women's breasts?" she asked in surprise.

"No, no, I saw them in porn."

"You little pervert." She placed my hand on her breasts.

She stood straight in front of me, her breasts right before my eyes, but instead of immediately removing her bra, I helped her take off her jeans.

The dark blue jeans hugged her rounded hips perfectly. After knowing her for years, this was the first time I'd noticed how beautiful her hips were. Her legs were slender, without any excess fat, proving she took excellent care of herself.

When she was down to just her underwear, I quietly admired her.

"Am I pretty?" Mrs. Teacher asked.

"Beautiful, very beautiful. I never knew you, my teacher's wife, took such good care of yourself." "It's hereditary in my family. My sisters don't usually take care of themselves, but they all have great figures and skin." "Just call it natural beauty, haha." I praised her.

"You little pervert, you really know how to talk. From now on, I'll call you little pervert. Don't call me teacher's wife anymore, it's embarrassing. I'm not that much older than you, just call me Sister Ping." "Sister Ping? Okay, but in front of outsiders, I'll still call you teacher's wife, after all, you're my wife's teacher!

Sister Ping, I want to take a picture of you."

"No, what if someone sees us?" She refused.

"Just one picture, I'll delete it after I take a look. You can delete it yourself, right? You're a work of art." "A work of art? Making love with you educated people feels different. You speak so elegantly, unlike your master and his ilk, who just want to do it right away, no foreplay, no sense of romance." "Strike a few poses that you think are the most alluring, and let me take a few pictures." "Okay." She readily agreed. Perhaps she had never had such an experience before and wanted to try it out.

She carefully struck a few poses and let me take pictures.

"Why don't you take all my clothes off?" she asked suspiciously.

"Isn't it more beautiful this way? Haste makes waste. This is our space now. Tonight, you belong to me, and I belong to you." "You little pervert, are you done taking pictures? I've taken care of things for you, so you have to take care of things for me too. Sister Ping, I really can't wait any longer." It seems that the age of 40 is indeed like a tiger; she didn't want to wait a moment longer. She leaned in and pressed my face against her lower abdomen.

I responded to her, my hands grasping her full buttocks, my tongue swirling around her lower abdomen. She writhed, moaning with pleasure.

I continued kissing upwards, pulling off her bra, revealing two adorable little rabbits before my eyes. Her nipples were dark, her areolas not large, her breasts round rather than pointed, slightly sagging. I grabbed one in each hand and kissed them wildly.

"Ah, ah, gently, gently, ah, ah,"

I didn't care, kissing her frantically. Her hands weren't idle either, constantly teasing my penis. Since I had just ejaculated, it was still in the refractory period, and my penis wasn't very responsive.

After focusing on her breasts for a while, I moved to her earlobes, my tongue teasing her earlobes and neck.

"Ah, so good, so good, so good, you little pervert, your tongue is really amazing, it feels so good." I kissed her as I pulled down her panties. I casually touched the crotch of her panties; surprisingly, they weren't wet. Are older women hard to get wet? But my wife only needs a little teasing to become incredibly aroused.

The moment I pulled down her panties, she spread her legs, and I stopped kissing her, staring at her naked body.

She was the second body I'd ever seen completely exposed.

"Mrs. Ping, no, Sister Ping, you're so beautiful," I said, swallowing hard.

"What's your favorite part of Sister Ping?"

"I like everything, but there's one part I haven't seen yet, it's hidden by a forest." "Forest? Pubic hair, I guess. Do you want to see it?" "Yes, not only do I want to see it, but I also want to kiss it, I want to fuck it."

She lay down on the bed and spread her legs. In the dense thicket, I discovered a pink gold mine, plump and tender.

"I didn't expect your little sister to be pink, Ping-jie. So beautiful."

"Do you like pink?"

"Yes, don't women's nipples darken as they get older, like your nipples?" "Because you don't fuck me as often, the color isn't as dark. Nips are formed after breastfeeding. You little pervert, you're quite knowledgeable about this." She laughed.

I slowly moved my face closer. There was no odor, and her body had a faint perfume scent. Did she prepare herself by washing in the bathroom before?

Suddenly, she pressed my head down to her crotch, my mouth right in front of her lovely pink labia.

"Ah,"

she was too impatient, thinking I didn't want to give her oral sex. At home, I always give my wife oral sex during sex, but she wouldn't, which disappointed me a little.

I have some experience with oral sex, but I don't know if what I did with my wife will satisfy her.

I grabbed her breasts with both hands, my tongue teasing her labia majora and minora, sucking and teasing, making her moans louder and more rapid. But I didn't tease her clitoris; I knew that with older women like her, you have to take it step by step, you can't rush it. As

I continued to tease, suck, and knead, her juices slowly flowed out, and my penis slowly regained its strength. The revival of my penis drove me even crazier. I sucked on her pink, plump vulva with ecstasy, and her moans turned into "uh-huh, ah-ah" sounds of pleasure.

Perhaps she had watched Japanese porn; her moans had that Japanese woman's flavor, which was very intoxicating.

Echoing her moans, I sucked even harder, warm streams flowing from her vagina, her buttocks bobbing in rhythm with my sucking.

Suddenly, I turned to kiss only her anus; her legs tightened, her buttocks arched, and she cried out loudly, "Ah!"

I could clearly feel her pleasure.

"No, no, it's dirty."

I didn't care about that, licking back and forth from her buttocks to her clitoris, a move that finally made her scream freely.

"Ah, ah, so good, you little pervert, you're so amazing, ah, ah, no one has ever done this to me before, ah, so comfortable, ah!" Her buttocks arched more and more frequently, her voice grew louder and louder, and she held my head tightly with both hands.

I sensed her climax was approaching, so I launched a fierce attack on her vagina, my tongue swirling inside, one hand teasing her clitoris. The flow of fluid noticeably increased; I didn't waste a single drop, swallowing it all. Most of my face was covered in her love juice.

"Come on, harder, don't stop, don't stop, come on, I love you so much, it feels so good!" "Ah!" With a cry, her hips arched upwards, and a warm gush spurted from her vagina—she had climaxed.

After the climax, her hand still didn't let go of my head. I knew she wanted me to clean up the mess. I always clean up after my wife during oral sex; maybe I have some kind of inexplicable urge, but I like the taste of her love juice.

After cleaning up, we fell asleep in each other's arms. She held me, and I saw happiness radiating from her face.

"You little pervert, you're really amazing. I've never done anything like this before, and I've never had an orgasm. The feeling of an orgasm is so wonderful. You don't know how much foreplay I get when I have sex with your master and his family. They don't do much foreplay, which makes me very bored, let alone give me oral sex. They always finish quickly, in less than 10 minutes from start to finish. In 10 minutes, I'm not even in the mood, so how can I feel anything? Don't you feel uncomfortable sucking the fluid from my vagina?" "No, I always give my wife oral sex to arouse her, but she never gives me oral sex. She's a germaphobe." "Oral sex is very important for women, especially for older women like us. Our vaginal sensitivity decreases, and without foreplay, there's no fluid coming out. Unlike young people, who get wet with just a little teasing. As we get older, we experience this less and less. You little pervert, I love you to death." She said this while playing with my penis.

This woman is really amazing. It felt like she hadn't had enough and wanted to play more. If I weren't young and strong, I would have surrendered long ago, and my refractory period would have been much longer.

"Little Li, do you think your teacher's wife is sexy?"

"Sister Ping, why would you ask that? Everyone wants sex, they just can't express it. When you're naked with your loved one, you have to let go completely. Don't be bound by traditional ideas. That kind of sex isn't perfect or real." "Yes, now I understand why you two have such a good relationship. Sex is a very important aspect.

My apprentice is so lucky to have a husband like you. You little pervert, your little brother is being naughty again, twitching non-stop." "It's all thanks to you, Sister Ping. He misses your pink little sister, haha." "You little pervert, do you want to fuck Sister Ping? I feel like using the word 'fuck' arouses my lust more. You don't mind, do you?" "I don't mind. Actually, I've wanted to fuck you for a long time, but you haven't given me the chance." "Why haven't I given you the chance? The chance is right here. Do you want to fuck me? My little sister really wants your little brother to fuck her." I casually touched her little sister. Why is it still wet? The sheets are soaked.

"Ping, you're so horny! I haven't teased you, why are you still so wet?" "I did it myself. If I didn't, how could I wait?" "Okay, let me fuck you, but I'm not wearing a condom. Condoms are uncomfortable, I don't feel it." "I didn't ask you to wear a condom. Come on, I really can't wait." After saying that, she flipped me over and pinned me down, holding my penis and inserting it into her vagina. It felt so good. Her vagina didn't feel like she had given birth at all; it was warm and tight.

She kept making piston-like movements on top of me, and her little white rabbits swayed in front of me, looking especially cute. She would also lean down every now and then to let me suck on her nipples. Her loose hair flew around with her up-and-down movements, and her lewd expression was truly mesmerizing.

"Ah, ah, ah, does it feel good?"

"Sister Ping, it feels good. I didn't expect you to be so skilled. Where did you learn it?" "You little pervert, it's a secret." "Hmm, ah, hmm, ah, Sister Ping is tired, come and fuck me." "Sister Ping, what position do you like?" "Any position is fine, please, hurry up."

I flipped her over and quickly inserted myself in the doggy style.

"Ah, it feels so good, ah, faster, faster, fuck me faster, oh oh oh." I thrust hard while slapping her plump buttocks, the "slap slap slap" sound echoing in the room like a symphony.

"You little pervert, harder, fuck me harder, ah, it's hitting the spot, it's hitting the spot, ah, keep going, baby." "Sister Ping, are you trying to eat me up tonight, you tigress?" "If you can't satisfy me, I'll eat you up, ah, so good, so comfortable, so comfortable, ah, does my moan sound nice?" "It sounds nice, it sounds like the moaning in porn."

Her moans grew louder and louder. At first, she was supporting her body with her hands, but now her front half was completely on the bed.

"Ahhhh"

"Sister Ping, is this position comfortable? My wife likes this position the most. How about we change it?" "How?" I immediately pulled my penis out of her body and frantically sucked on her vagina with my mouth.

"Ah" She completely collapsed on the bed.

"Why are you using your mouth again? Ah, so comfortable, so good!"

Her crotch was already overflowing with lust, and her love juice was flowing out in streams. Her sex drive was really strong. I don't know how she and her master have managed to have sex all these years.

I sucked vigorously for a while, then turned her over and found she was already covered in sweat. How could she be so hot without moving?

I held her tightly, my penis thrusting in quickly, using a nine-shallow-one-deep motion, and pulled all the love juice I had just sucked into her mouth, which she swallowed whole. We thrust wildly, kissing deeply, her moans growing softer, perhaps because I had covered her mouth.

"Mmm...mmm...ah...fuck me, fuck me, please, faster, faster." I knew her orgasm was coming again, so I used all my strength to sprint towards the finish line, the frequency of my thrusts increasing significantly. She kept kneading her breasts with both hands, her face turning even redder, her moans almost pleading.

"Faster, faster, faster, my little darling, faster, faster, harder, fuck me harder." "Sister Ping, hold on, I'm going to cum too." "Cum, I want it, cum inside me, cum inside me, I want it!"

Hearing her pleas, my little brother swelled even more.

"Ah!"

With her scream, all my semen shot into her body. She collapsed on the bed, and we both reached orgasm at the same time, not recovering for a long time. This was a pleasure my wife and I had never experienced before.

"Ping-jie, will you get pregnant?"

"Don't worry, no, I have an IUD. You little pervert, was it good?" "Yes, it was good. If I were with you every day, I'd die a few years shorter. Ping-jie, you're amazing." "It's not me who's amazing, it's you, you little pervert! I've never had an orgasm like this before. I had two today with you, it was wonderful. But what if I want more?" "Want more? Ping-jie, are you trying to kill me tonight? My little brother's tired, he needs a rest." "Compared to your wife, who's better at sex?" "You don't even need to ask, it's definitely you. But as my wife's mentor, why don't you teach her this?" "You're so naughty, teaching her this? What kind of person will she think her mentor is? Come on, darling, let's take a shower together." After saying that, she kissed me deeply, and I carried her into the bathroom.

That night we made love twice more, and she almost brought me to the point of exhaustion. The saying

"Thirty like a wolf, forty like a tiger" is truly well-deserved.

[The End]

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