University Revisiting Trip

On a weekend evening, we drove to a food stall on XX Road. My wife ordered a plate of spicy crayfish and a bowl of spicy hot pot, while I ordered a plate of stir-fried baby bonito flakes and a plate of sea snails. We didn't order any staple food, but after hesitating for a moment, I ordered a beer. Driving under the influence is now a criminal offense, so I didn't dare be careless. However, drinking a bottle of beer really felt like I hadn't drunk anything. My wife is a glutton; she ate the crayfish with gusto, her mouth full of laughter. We completely relaxed from the pressure of work, chatting and laughing as we ate for over an hour before leaving.

On the way home, I said, "Honey, it's the weekend, let's go for a drive." My wife said, "Okay, I'm taking my CFA exam soon, next week is the exam. Although I still need to study, I also want to get some fresh air. Let's go for a drive on XX Road." "Okay!" I replied, and we drove towards XX Road. The roadside greenery is excellent, and young couples often stroll along it, so both the natural and cultural landscapes are pleasing to the eye.

After driving for about 15 minutes, I saw the gate of XX University. That's where I graduated, over 10 years ago. Suddenly, I felt a strong sense of nostalgia for my university days and my classmates. I slowed down and said, "Honey, we're at my alma mater." "Yeah, does this bring back memories of your university girlfriends?" "Hehe, I've never had a girlfriend except you." "Honey, I really miss university days. What about you?" "Me too. Those were great times, no pressure at all. Ah! Time flies..." I said.

"Come on, let's go in and take a look!" "

Okay, let's relive our university days." I parked the car, and my wife and I walked into the campus.

I put my hands in my pockets, my wife carried her white leather bag on her left shoulder, and linked her arm with mine as we walked along the campus paths. Actually, this place was very familiar to us, because we dated here. Of course, we also had that common problem of university life—nowhere to masturbate—and we left our marks on campus, hehe.

Although it was already getting dark, I would still see students passing by, some carrying backpacks, others holding books, which stirred up endless nostalgia within me. Our school is an engineering university, a 211 Project university. There are liberal arts departments, but not many, and their "quality" isn't great—I'm referring to the quality of the female liberal arts students, haha. But I must clarify here: I'm increasingly realizing that appearance and inner world are completely different things. An unassuming woman might have an incredibly strong and resilient inner world, with a worldview and attitude towards life that you can't even dream of. This is something I've come to understand after reading biographies and the life stories of famous people. And beautiful women aren't necessarily not promiscuous; plain clothes don't mean they aren't sexy; and those dressed very avant-garde might actually be quite conservative. In short, you can't judge a book by its cover.

Now, I'm constantly facing plans, tasks, reports, and completion statuses assigned by my superiors, sitting in front of my laptop, probably sitting in the office all day except when I go to the bathroom… I'm exhausted. Looking at every familiar blade of grass and every tree, I stretched and said, "I really want to go back to school and study again, to have another self-study session!" "Okay, come on, let's go read for a while," my wife said.

"Ah... really going..." To be honest, I was a little hesitant about going to study. Sigh, people are always contradictory. After changing jobs, they always say the old ones were better, but if you ask them to go back, they don't want to. I said okay, and took my wife to our teaching building.

Since it was already 8:30 PM, there weren't many people in the building. When we went in, we saw many students coming out in groups. I said, "Honey, are we still going?" My wife said, "Yes! Exams are coming up, and besides, didn't you want to relive your university days?" "Okay," I said.

We arrived at the classroom door and peeked through a crack. It was packed! I said, "Let's go, let's find another one. It's so hot here, let's find one with fewer people." We continued walking and came to a classroom at the corner of the building. I pushed the door open and wow, there were only three people here! Two of them looked like a couple. The couple was sitting in the third row on the right, and the boy was sitting in the sixth row on the right side, both engrossed in their books. My wife and I quietly went in, afraid of disturbing them. I whispered, "Let's go to the back." We went to the left... I sat down in the second-to-last row. The chair was spacious enough for two people, but could squeeze in for three. The table and chair were old and worn, made of wood. I wondered why no one came to this classroom, though it was cool. My wife had already taken out some materials from her bag and started looking at them. She said to me, "Honey, why don't you relive your school days here?" I was both amused and exasperated. With nothing else to do, I noticed the table was covered in carvings. I almost burst out laughing. I could still remember some, such as, "No cheating on exams, or you'll be a freshman next year. Better to be morally bankrupt than fail!

", "Girls are too tiring, prostitutes are too expensive, better to organize more hometown associations, break up one couple after another.", "XX University has no beautiful women, only withered flowers and fallen willows, rows of couples, but they're all lewd women and perverts.", "Man on man, flesh within flesh, writhing up and down, endless pleasure.", "Legendary Taoist, level 41, top-quality body, interested." Sigh… so many lewd and wise men… it made me a little restless.

I looked up at my wife, who was intently studying documents at her desk. Without makeup, she didn't look like her usual boss at the bank. Today, with her ponytail and jeans, she really looked like a student. Thinking of jeans reminded me of my wife's graceful figure and her big, soft, perky buttocks. I looked at her sitting position; because her upper body was leaning forward, her breasts were about touching the desk, and her waist was quite prominent. Actually, if she rotated 90 degrees forward without changing her posture, it would be an excellent rear-entry position, because of her arched back and perky buttocks, haha. Although my wife was sitting on a wooden chair, she looked just as sexy from the side and back as when she was standing. Her t-shirt wasn't very long, so I could see a section of her snow-white waist, and her two little dimples were so sexy. Lee's jeans were low-rise, and because of the position, I could see her underwear. Haha, it was still those black see-through ones. Through the see-through underwear, I could see the cleft of her buttocks, and I could also see a bit of her buttocks below her waist. I felt so bored. We said we were reliving our school days, but I think all we'll get is reliving our school sex.

I slowly placed my hand on my wife's waist. It was so smooth. I thought, "You can read while I touch you." My wife smiled at me and continued reading. I slowly slid my hand down her low-rise jeans, touching her buttocks. A little sliding from side to side was fun. I continued sliding wider, feeling her soft, white buttocks. I wanted to go lower, but the tight jeans stopped me. I pulled my hand out and hugged my wife's waist. My wife turned her head, frowned, and said, "What are you doing? This is a study room. Don't do anything like that." I said, "What do you want me to do? I'm so bored. Let's experience college life, just imagine we're still in college..." "Going to school is fine." My wife said, "Oh, you're really something. Let's go home, okay..." I didn't listen to her and slowly unbuttoned my wife's pants and pulled down the zipper. My wife frowned and said, "You're so annoying~" I said, "Look at you, look at you, hehe..." My wife raised her left hand to prop up her chin and read a book. Now it's much better, much looser. I pulled my jeans down a little, revealing half of her buttocks. I reached in again, and there was no obstruction. It felt comfortable to touch, sometimes sliding down to her sides. Because she was sitting, the side of her waist felt very good, and I could grab my wife's buttocks.

After squeezing for five minutes, I slid my hand down her buttocks, touching the chair beneath her jeans. I wanted to touch my wife's vagina. I remembered when we were in college, we called each other "girlfriend." We had masturbated each other twice in the study room. My wife had a very high sex drive back then and always needed to orgasm. We were sitting in the last row of the study room, and I remember she leaned against the wall behind her while I helped her, and we both orgasmed.

At this moment, I squeezed her fingers hard, signaling her to lift her buttocks. She didn't move. I pinched her breast, and she lifted the half of her buttocks closest to me, meaning I could touch her vagina from that side. I immediately understood and quickly moved my hand to the correct position, reaching under her left buttocks—this time inside her underwear. Wow… I rarely touched my wife's buttocks in this position, especially in the study room. I glanced ahead; the two of them were still quietly reading.

I fumbled around below, my fingers sliding down my crotch, my middle finger slipping into my wife's vagina. I could feel it was already wet. Humph, still pretending to be innocent. My position wasn't very comfortable, but I tried to push in as far as possible, so I could penetrate even deeper. I felt my entire middle and index fingers were inside; it was so warm and wet. I moved them back and forth, occasionally touching my wife's clitoris. I watched as my wife slowly leaned forward onto the desk, closing her eyes. Since she usually finds it tiring to lift her buttocks, she crossed her legs, resting her left leg on top of her right. But now, her pants were suddenly very tight, and I couldn't move. I pulled my hand out and slowly began to pull down her jeans. My wife, leaning on the desk, looked up at me and saw my hand also gripping her jeans, whispering, "No, someone might come in." I said, "We're in the back. Besides, it's already past 9 o'clock." "Someone's come into this classroom." Before my wife could react, I pushed her jeans all the way down. At that moment, my wife lifted her left big buttock and I pulled, then lifted her right big buttock and I pulled, and the jeans were pulled down. At this point, my wife was only wearing a transparent black panty. Because she was sitting, as they say, buttocks are smaller when standing and bigger when sitting, haha. Moreover, my wife's upper body was leaning on the desk, which made her buttocks look even bigger. I leaned back to take a look. If I looked at my wife from eye level, the view would be better. I could see my wife's entire buttocks. From a normal angle, this position would look like what I just said, like my wife's upper body was lying on the bed with her head buried in the bed, wanting me to penetrate her from behind. And I guess I could vaguely see my wife's anus between her buttocks and the desk.

The more I thought about it, the more excited I became. I slipped my hand inside my wife's panties, and she cooperated with me. Wherever my hand moved, she would lift it slightly so as not to press down on my wrist. I casually touched her, and then inserted my middle and index fingers into my wife's vagina at the same time, while inserting my thumb into my wife's anus and probing. My wife breathed softly, closed her eyes, and seemed to be enjoying it. Sometimes when I was too rough, she would grab my arm to signal me to be gentler. I felt it wasn't enough, so when my wife slightly lifted her buttocks, I quickly pulled down my wife's transparent black panties, pushing them up to her thighs. My wife sat naked on the old wooden chair, still leaning on the desk.

Under the white light of the study room, my wife's buttocks looked incredibly alluring. I casually lifted the hem of her white t-shirt, revealing her smooth back, and gently stroked it from top to bottom with my palm… At this moment, my wife seemed to sense something and suddenly grabbed my hand, pulling it down onto her body. I knew she wanted it. My wife had always been so compliant with me, so of course I would satisfy all her requests. I placed my hand under her buttocks again, and my middle finger slid into her vagina. I felt that it was already very wet, and there was no resistance; it was very smooth. I kept moving my right hand in and out, while my left hand reached through her crotch to rub her clitoris. I imagined my wife's pink and tender vagina and her red clitoris, and I got an erection, very hard… I roughly pushed her bra up from the front and haphazardly pinched her breasts and nipples.

I kept glancing at the students in front of me, but they didn't seem to notice anything amiss. Yes, from the front, they couldn't see my wife's exposed skin; they could only see her blushing, eyes closed, enjoying herself as she lay on the desk. I didn't care about my actions anymore. In situations like this, I always felt an irresistible urge to release, a strange sense of pleasure. I thought, "Nobody in school knows us, nobody can see my wife, so what does it matter?"

My hands moved even more violently, and my wife occasionally let out a soft "ah," but I figured the "audience" in the front row wouldn't hear it, or even if they did, they wouldn't care. We've all seen couples being affectionate in the study room before, haven't we? I remember once when my wife and I were being affectionate in the back row during school, a male student walked over, but seeing our intimacy, and with me staring at him with a cold gaze, he wisely walked away.

I became increasingly relaxed, pulling up my wife's t-shirt to reveal her smooth back. My hands continued their movements, and I could hear her wet, wet sounds. My wife couldn't resist anymore; her big, white buttocks sometimes lifted slightly, sometimes moved up and down to meet my fingers. At this moment, she lifted her buttocks a little, as if she were sticking her butt out, but only about a fist's height above the chair, making it easier for me. I thought how beautiful the view would be under the desk in the back row.

I glanced casually in that direction, and damn, there was a pair of sneakers! Who left their shoes here?

There were some mud spots on the shoes, and they were a little wet. It seemed they had been playing soccer that afternoon. Since it had rained that afternoon, I subconsciously lowered my head. At that moment, I heard the chair behind me move slightly, a very quiet sound, perhaps only I could hear it. Let me explain the old, worn-out desk and chair behind me. The back had three thin horizontal boards on the backrest, and the desk in the last row had a broken tabletop with only one wooden board underneath. The horizontal board under the desk was higher than usual and was slightly tilted, as if it was about to fall off.

As I lowered my head, practically touching the seat of the chair we were sitting on, I looked back and was stunned. Holy crap, there was a guy wearing a Chinese team jersey lying on the last row of chairs. I noticed his shorts looked like they'd just been pulled up in a hurry, because the drawstrings at the waist were hanging down. I looked closer; this guy had long hair tied in a small braid, and his head was resting on two thick books. His eyes were closed, but I saw his eyeballs move slightly. Holy crap, I broke out in a sweat.

It was already hot, and this series of discoveries lasted about six seconds. My wife sat down and pressed her butt against my palm, my fingers still inside her. My wife turned to look at me, and I suddenly smiled and said my hand was a little tired. My wife whispered in a nasal voice, "Honey~ hurry..." then blushed and leaned on my shoulder.

I knew perfectly well that the college student must have just finished studying and was tired when we came in. He probably came with his books after playing soccer, intending to lie down in the study room for a while. I'd done that before, but I knew I'd never actually fallen asleep in a study room like this. He must have seen everything, so close, with such a good view. I recalled that his crotch was definitely bulging; I have several sets of those thin soccer shorts, so I knew he was erect.

At that moment, my wife put her hand on my penis and touched it; actually, I was quite hard. Thinking about all this suddenly made me very excited. With my wife touching my penis again, it became even harder.

I gestured for my wife to climb back onto the desk, and my hands continued moving. Knowing the guy had already opened his eyes, his head was against the wall directly behind me, I moved to the left and right, lifting my wife's left leg to raise her left buttock. My wife adjusted her position, keeping her left buttock higher. I figured the guy could clearly see my wife's pink vulva now. I used my thumbs to forcefully pry open my wife's buttocks; her vulva should be open now… My penis pressed against my crotch, and I continued to insert my right middle and index fingers into my wife's vulva, quickly thrusting in and out. My wife was so wet, it flowed onto my palm. I moved to the cleft of my wife's buttocks, spreading open her anus. I imagined her anus was a light brown and very clean, and my thumb slid inside. My wife gripped my left arm tightly with both hands... I knew it would hurt a bit, so I moved gently, but my middle and index fingers didn't loosen their grip and kept pulling. Thinking about how close the guy behind me was to my wife's vagina, I was incredibly excited. I pulled my hand away and had my wife lift her buttocks slightly. Like a pool cue stick, I raised my thumb while keeping my palm flat, gesturing for her to sit down. My wife slowly lowered her buttocks, and her vagina sat on my thumb. It went in. My wife tilted her head back slightly, her ponytail swaying. Then I gestured for her to move on her own. My wife kept glancing at the three people in front of her and the classroom door, cautiously and gently moving up and down, pulling down her t-shirt to prevent the people in front from seeing her when she straightened up. One, two, three... My wife moved up and down, and I didn't stop stroking her clitoris.

After about three minutes, I saw my wife suddenly twitch her buttocks irregularly twice, then sit on my thumb and desperately twist her big white buttocks. My palm was aching from sitting on it, but thinking about the eyes behind me, I was still incredibly excited. My wife wiggled her hips a few more times on the desk before stopping. I saw her smiling at me, her face flushed. She'd had an orgasm; I wondered if the guy behind her had ejaculated too… I took out my finger, and my wife moved her shapely buttocks to put on her underwear and pull up her jeans. Everything was back to normal. I glanced at her full, round buttocks encased in her jeans.

My wife said, “Honey, was that college revisit trip enjoyable?”

[The End]

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