Female teacher from the internet

Her online name was Xin Ning Fang Jing, and we were friends I'd only recently met on QQ. Actually, I chatted on QQ just to kill time; I didn't mean anything by it. When she first added me, she was very reserved, occasionally complaining that all men were bad, but that was about it. But as we got to know each other better, she started cursing her husband for being heartless.

I found it interesting and asked her what was wrong. She began to tell me her story. It turned out she was thirty-five years old, with a twelve-year-old child. She and her husband were both graduates of a teachers' college and worked as teachers for several years. Because their income wasn't enough, they worked tirelessly, often working late into the night, to build a children's tutoring center. It gradually grew into a well-known children's training institution in the city.

Now that they had money, her husband had gone astray, having an affair, and she caught him in the act once again. She said resentfully, "If it weren't for the child, I would have divorced him long ago." But what interested me most was her plaintive statement: "I'm so unwilling to accept this; I've spent my whole life with just this one man."

When I saw her say that, I asked, "You've never slept with another man?" She said, "That's my biggest regret." I started looking at her photos online. She was a mature woman with a square face, large eyes, and lips that resembled those of the Hong Kong actress Su Qi—quite full. Looking at her full-body photos, she was a tall, well-built woman, probably weighing no less than 130 pounds, a bit overweight, but undeniably alluring.

I advised her to protect her family and treat her husband well; he would eventually come back to her. She said, "I cherish this relationship very much, but he doesn't." I offered a few more words of advice, some trivial. She said, "Right now, I just feel sorry for myself, for not enjoying the pleasure other men have given me." Seeing an opening, I casually said, "Shall we meet tomorrow?" She said, "Sure." I said, "I'll treat you to dinner." She said, "No, I'll treat you."

The next day, we met at the restaurant as agreed. She wasn't as pretty as in the photos, but her eyes were real, her lips were full, she spoke loudly, and her hair was messy. However, her figure matched the photos; she was about 1.7 meters tall. She wore a pair of nearly new jeans that accentuated her large, round buttocks, and her legs were quite thick. I felt a little regretful because she wasn't as pretty as my wife. But anyway, this was something new and exciting for me.

At the restaurant, I ordered two dishes, but she said it wasn't enough and ordered two more. At this point, I realized she not only had a large appetite but also a high alcohol tolerance. Of course, I didn't dare drink too much because I can't get an erection when I'm drunk. We chatted casually, and she told me it was her first time eating alone with another man, and she was a little scared. She was genuinely trembling slightly; you could tell she was a respectable woman. The conversation naturally turned to her husband, and she angrily said he was a very selfish man who allowed her to have affairs while being very strict with her, saying he would kill her if she cheated on him.

I laughed and asked, "What will your husband do if he sees you having dinner with me like this?" She said, "He won't be any better off than me, and he won't be any better off than you either." I laughed and said, "Then I'd better not date you." She said, "It's okay, I just won't tell him." We chatted for a while longer, then I changed the subject and said, "Can I be a man other than your husband?" She lowered her head and said, "I'm a little scared, this is my first time." I patted her back and said, "Okay, come with me, I'm getting a hotel room." She shuddered, trembling even more, but still nodded.

After I finished paying the bill, I pulled her towards the elevator, and she followed behind, still trembling. When we got to the ninth floor, I opened the door to the room and pulled her inside. She struggled slightly, saying the same thing again, "I'm a little scared." But she still followed me into the room. I hugged her, kissed her, and squeezed her plump buttocks. She didn't resist, but she didn't kiss me back either, saying, "I feel like I'm dreaming." I pushed her down onto the bed, kissing her, saying, "It's not a dream, it's all real." This time she kissed me back, our tongues intertwining. My hands slipped inside her clothes, kneading her large breasts, then unbuckled her belt and reached in to touch her buttocks. She kept trembling, repeating the same phrase over and over: "I'm a little scared." I tried to reassure her as I took off her pants, and she cooperated, trembling.

Soon, I had pulled down her pants and underwear, and my fingers went straight into her vagina. She began to moan and become wet. I started to take off my own clothes, and when I was completely naked, she said, "I'm so scared, let's not continue." But at this point, the arrow was already on the bowstring, and I had to release it. I said, "This is the best way for you to get revenge on your husband." I stepped over and thrust my penis inside. She almost cried, saying, "Husband, I'm sorry." I moved her up and down, sometimes kissing, sometimes sucking her breasts, sometimes rubbing her buttocks, sometimes touching her pubic hair. Soon, she climaxed. She still said, "This feels like a dream." I didn't ejaculate, and continued. She asked me, "You didn't ejaculate?" I said, "Yes, because I wanted to give you another round of moaning." She asked me, "Can I?" I said, "Sure." After another round of thrusting, she had her second climax, even more intense than the first. Afterwards, she said, "Thank you." While I was fucking her, I said, "I forgot something, I still don't know your name." She said, "My name is Niu Jinfang. What's yours?" I told her my name, and then said, "Can I call you Xiaofang from now on?" She nodded. I said, "From now on, you can call me brother." She nodded and said "Mmm." At this moment, I felt the urge to ejaculate, cupped her face in my hands, kissed her lips, and ejaculated all my semen into her wide vagina. My penis slowly softened inside her vagina and slipped out without me even realizing it.

I got off her, turned to her side, and stroked her large buttocks, asking, "Was it good?" She nodded and said, "You're amazing, you let me have it twice." I asked, "Do you think it was worth it?" She said, "Of course it was! I feel much better now." She gripped my penis, her face slightly flushed, and said, "This is the first time I've touched another man's penis here." I kissed her forehead and asked, "Would you like to touch it?" She nodded and asked, "What will you do if your wife finds out?" I chuckled and said, "I won't let her know. But what will you do if your husband finds out?" She said, "I'm the same as you, I won't let him know." We chatted for a while, and when my penis got hard again, we did it once more. Then she got up and said, "I have to go home now, he'll ask again if I get home late." I got up and hugged her, rubbing her buttocks, saying, "Okay, we'll keep in touch later." She nodded in agreement.

In the days that followed, we met up every few days and always booked a hotel room for sex. About six months later, she said, "Booking a hotel room every time is too expensive. I might as well buy a house." I inwardly groaned; I was just a worker, where would I get the spare money to buy a house? She clearly saw through my thoughts and laughed, saying, "Look how scared you are. You don't need to spend any money, I'll buy it." I asked, "Will your husband agree if you spend the money?" She laughed and said, "I have a small storage room myself, he doesn't know. You should look for a house, but don't find one that's too expensive, I can't afford it.

A single room will do, I only have 300,000." Hearing her words, I was secretly delighted; it turned out I had found a little rich woman.

In less than a week, I found a second-hand house I liked, a single room with a dining room, priced at 250,000. I bargained it down to 200,000, and the man needed the money, so he compromised. I told her the news, and she was very happy. So we pretended to be a couple and went to see the house. She was also very satisfied, and we made the deal on the spot. She was very grateful that I had negotiated the price down to 200,000 yuan, saying that we could use the remaining money to renovate the house properly and turn it into our new home.

Renovating is hard work, and I supervised the entire process. She couldn't come often, afraid her husband would suspect her, so she called to tell me that she would be satisfied with whatever I did. But I had a clear conscience; even though it was her money, I was very careful with the budget, and only spent 50,000 yuan to renovate the house. When she heard we had 50,000 yuan left, she said she wanted to buy furniture, especially a good bed, and she wanted to go personally. So we went to the furniture market and bought a bed, TV, tables, chairs, and cooking utensils, hiring people to carry them upstairs and set them up. Afterwards, we went to a shopping mall and bought bedding, and that brought the 50,000 yuan to the table.

The house is renovated, but we can't move in yet because of the smell. We still book a hotel room for sex, but I have to go to the new house every day to open the windows and air it out. During the day, I need to take the property certificate to change the name on the deed. But the name change requires the person to be present, so I called her. She said she couldn't come and would just put my name on it. Then she warned me on the phone, "I'm telling you, you can't let me down. I've entrusted everything to you." I laughed and said, "Don't worry, I won't let you down." A month passed quickly, and the smell in the new house lessened. We couldn't wait to go to the new house. She seemed very excited and wanted to have sex as soon as we came in. Because we had been booking hotels for sex all this time, we were always afraid of police raids, so we weren't very confident. Now that we had our own room, we could do it without worry, so she was unusually excited.

I calmly said, "I want to give you a surprise." She stared at me, her eyes wide, and asked, "What surprise?" I took out a wedding dress I'd prepared beforehand from the closet and said, "I want you to be a bride again, and my bride." She was clearly overjoyed, tears welling in her eyes. She took off her coat in front of me and put on the wedding dress, while I put on my suit. When I hung the "Groom" tag on my chest and the "Bride" tag on hers, tears streamed down her face. I asked her why she was crying, and she said, "This is the happiest day of my life." I told her to wipe her tears, then took out the camera and put it on the tripod to take a wedding photo of us. She kissed me and said, "Honey, you're so thoughtful." Our lovemaking that day was incredibly passionate; we tried all sorts of positions and methods. I kissed her all over, and when I kissed her vagina, her large buttocks moved up and down in rhythm with my tongue. When I pointed my penis at her face, she opened her mouth without hesitation and took it in. I was surprised to find that she was incredibly skilled at oral sex; she could take my entire penis in without feeling disgusted. She was truly a gem among women. During sex, she orgasmed three times due to excitement. When I suggested ejaculating in her mouth, she nodded in agreement. It was my first time ejaculating in a woman's deep throat, and it felt amazing.

Although we had a new house, we never stayed there at night; after all, she had a home, and so did I. But since we got the house, she was very excited and came to have sex with me almost every day. I told her not to come too often, lest her husband become suspicious. Sure enough, she called one day saying that her husband was a little suspicious, wondering why she had been going out so much lately. Fortunately, she said she knew her husband was having an affair and was upset, so she went shopping to clear her head. Her husband told her fiercely that if she cheated on him, he would chop her up. She said she should be careful in the future.

In the following days, we still met every few days, and each time she was very careful to see if her husband was following her, which made me feel uneasy. But thankfully, her husband never followed us into our new home. We made love naturally, and she always climaxed. Each time, I would ask her if it felt good to get revenge on her husband, and she would always say it did. Then, just like at home, she would cook. She was really good at cooking, and I loved everything she made. I think I might be falling for her.

[The End]

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