Ms. Yang, the teacher of the school ballet troupe

My name is Bai Xiaoru, and I'm a young wife who's been married for just over a year. Since childhood, many relatives and friends have praised my beauty. Just how beautiful? More beautiful than movie stars! That's what they all say.

But I don't think I'm particularly beautiful myself. Perhaps it's because of my environment growing up; from school to work, I had very few male friends, and no male friend had ever told me, "You're beautiful.
" Until my husband appeared. When he boldly embraced me tightly, looked deeply into my eyes, and said, "Xiaoru, you're so beautiful,"

I was captivated by his gaze. My husband is handsome, successful, and although he has a slight cuckolding tendency, it hasn't affected our relationship at all. On the contrary, our relationship has become even more harmonious and sweet. In my heart, we would probably live happily ever after like this.
But now, I feel a mix of emotions—fear, regret, and a little bit of surprise—because I realize I might be falling into the sweet whirlpool of love again, but not with my husband, but with another man.

He was a ballet dancer in the city's dance troupe, surnamed Yang. My art school was holding a cultural performance and invited him to dance with me.

I wasn't majoring in ballet at school, and I wasn't very good at it, but the principal insisted I dance, even finding Mr. Yang to dance with me and teach me.

Initially, I didn't have a good impression of him. Although he was tall and refined, I could sense something indescribable in his eyes that made me keep my distance.

However, after practicing together for a few days, I realized he understood me very well. When he learned that my dream had been to become a professional ballet dancer, but I hadn't gotten into the ballet department of the school, he was very supportive of my dream. He constantly encouraged me, praising my progress and telling me I should try to join the city's dance troupe as a professional dancer. I felt admired and was inexplicably moved.

Gradually, I learned more about him from him. He was born in a rural area, joined the city dance troupe after graduating from school, worked hard all by himself, and is now highly regarded and a leading figure in the troupe. This made me admire him even more.

He also told me about his wife, an actress in their troupe. Their relationship wasn't good. He told me about their affair; his wife was having an affair with a leader in the troupe, and they had been separated for a long time. Seeing the sadness on his face as he spoke, I felt sorry for him and comforted him, "Try to think positively. You still have us as friends, right?"

"Xiaoru, are you really willing to be my friend?"

he asked me pitifully.

"Of course, aren't we friends now?"

I answered him earnestly.

He happily praised me, saying I was beautiful and gentle, and whoever married me would be incredibly lucky.

Gradually, my impression of him changed. Sigh, it seems judging people by first impressions isn't a good idea! I didn't expect him to be such a nice person. Sometimes I secretly reflect on this myself.

On our first night of rehearsals, he suddenly pulled out a large bouquet of vibrant roses from behind his back.
"Ah!"

I was stunned. "This..."

"Teacher Xiaoru, these are for you..."

He politely handed me the roses.

This was the first man besides my husband to give me flowers. I was flustered and awkwardly accepted the roses. I saw the card that read, "To my dearest darling: You are my angel, you taught me to fly, to fly over the impermanence of the world, and only then did I understand that love is a treasure.

" "No, I can't accept this..."

I refused and handed the roses back to him, but my mind couldn't help but think of my husband. Husband, how long has it been since you gave me flowers? He grabbed my hand, holding it tightly in his palm, and stared into my eyes, saying, "Xiaoru, I..."

"No, no, don't say that..."

Suddenly, I understood what he was going to say, and I quickly interrupted him, pulling my hand away from his and stuffing the roses into his hand. "Don't do this, I have a husband..."

He hung his head, looking dejected and very disappointed.

"We...we can still be friends."

I couldn't bear to see him so dejected, so I couldn't help but say it to him, unaware of the sly glint in his eyes.

"Thank you, Xiaoru..."

He looked up at me, his face full of gratitude, and suddenly stepped forward, pulling me into a tight embrace.
"Ugh, you're so annoying...what are you doing..."

Why is he taking advantage of me? I pretended to be a little angry.

He quickly let go of me, apologizing sheepishly, "Sorry, I got a little excited."
"Hmph! Seeing that your attitude is rather sincere, I'll let you off this time..."

I said to him smugly, feeling a little smug inside.

Alas, when my husband came to pick me up, he saw the bouquet of red roses. Luckily, I reacted quickly and managed to fool him.

After that night, a bouquet of roses would be delivered to my table every day. Xiaoyun and the others would always say enviously, "Xiaoru, your husband is so good to you!" "I'm so envious! I wish I had a husband like that!"

Only I knew in my heart that the flowers weren't from my husband.

Gradually, during dance practice, his hands and feet started to wander. He would deliberately touch my breasts and buttocks from time to time, and under my reproachful gaze, he would say ingratiatingly, "Xiaoru, you're so beautiful."
"Xiaoru, you're so pretty." "Xiaoru, you dance so well."

Like a puppy trying to please its owner, he looked at me pitifully, and I couldn't bear to scold him.
Without realizing it, I gradually began to enjoy the process. At first, I just felt a little sorry for him, but slowly I fell deeper and deeper. I started to feel especially happy when I was with him, and time always seemed to fly by. I also began to enjoy the feeling of being praised and fawned over, and I felt a secret thrill at my own charm. To be honest, even when my husband and I were dating, he never tried so hard to please me.
That night, after dancing, he suddenly grabbed me and kissed me on the lips.

"Mmm...mmm..."

It was so sudden that I was a little stunned. It wasn't until he kissed me for a while that I frantically pushed him away, saying, "Teacher Yang, what are you doing..."

"Baby, I love you..."

Teacher Yang whispered in my ear, "You're so beautiful, so cute, I love you, Xiaoru!"

Then he kissed me again.

"Mmm...uh...uh..."

An indescribable feeling welled up inside me, and I involuntarily opened my mouth, letting his tongue explore inside. "Mmm...uh...no...I have a husband..."

Footsteps echoed in the hallway. It was my husband, he was here to pick me up. I pushed him away and rushed into the changing room.

Even after I got into the car, I could still feel my face burning red. Luckily, my husband didn't notice. Looking at him, focused on driving, I felt a slight sense of guilt, a little scared, yet also a little excited.

The next evening.

After dancing, Teacher Yang suddenly hugged me tightly, gazing at me with deep affection: "Baby, I really love you to death. I would die if I didn't tell you. I only love you..."

"Mmm...mmm...you have a wife..."

A little scared, a little expectant, I struggled weakly.

"My wife and I are separated, we're getting a divorce soon..."

"No, I love my husband very much."

My resistance grew weaker and weaker. Husband, what should I do? Teacher Yang gently pressed his lips to mine, and my heart pounded.

"Remember, love isn't about making us someone else's possession, but about making us better. Love isn't about making us humble, but about making us more confident."

He whispered in my ear.

"But...mmm...mmm..."

Soon, I lost myself in his assault, sticking out my tongue and letting him take it from my mouth, letting him savor it like honey.

"Your breasts are so big...so soft...mmm..."

He kissed me while stroking and kneading my high, firm breasts. I felt my body go limp, and my temperature rose higher and higher.

"Mmm...mmm...no..."

His hand reached between my legs, pressing and rubbing against me through the soft stockings. I felt my vagina already leaking fluid.

After a long while, he finally released my mouth and whispered in my ear, "Baby, you're so good, but you should shave your pubic hair."

"Get lost, what are you saying, you bad boy!"

I scolded him feigning anger, my face flushed red.

"I'm serious, ballet dancers all have to shave their pubic hair."

He smiled at me, "The official performance is the day after tomorrow, do you want me to shave it for you?"

"No need...I'll really get angry if you say that again!"

I shyly hit him, thinking, should I ask my husband to shave it for me when I get home tonight? That night, although he didn't do anything out of line afterward, whenever I saw him smiling at me, I didn't know why, my heart

was pounding wildly, and I kept making mistakes.

My husband came to pick me up. Sitting in his car, looking at his handsome face, I started to regret my behavior earlier. My husband is so gentle and considerate to me. Apart from his slight cuckoldry, he's truly a perfect husband. I can't betray him. Really, tomorrow, tomorrow, I must talk to Teacher Yang clearly. I can't continue this ambiguous relationship.

In the morning, while chatting with my husband, I couldn't help but feel excited and accidentally mentioned Teacher Yang again. As a result, my husband asked me with some doubt, "Honey, you don't actually like him a little, do you?"
"Honey...you...what are you saying?"

I looked at my husband, feeling a little flustered. "No...no..."

Seeing my husband's somewhat gloomy face, I said coquettishly, "Honey, what are you thinking? It's just a temporary dance partner. We won't see each other after the dance."

"..."

My husband remained silent, neither confirming nor denying.

"Honey, the official performance is tomorrow. This afternoon, we'll have one last rehearsal. Honey, do you want to come?"

Seeing that my husband's face was still not good, I shook his arm coquettishly.

"Okay, okay, I'll go, I'll go, alright?"

My husband couldn't resist my persuasion and had to agree.

Sigh, my husband's in a bad mood, let's talk about shaving tomorrow. In the afternoon, my husband drove me to school. I told him to watch the show outside while I went backstage to change and put on makeup.

Suddenly, Teacher Yang opened the door and called me, "Xiaoru, come out for a moment, I need to talk to you about something." I went out and asked

, "Teacher Yang, what's wrong?" "Um…it's not convenient to talk here, come with me…" Teacher Yang said, and walked towards the end of the corridor. "Huh?" I looked around at the actors coming and going, and followed. The end of the corridor led to the basement stairs. Huh? Why did Teacher Yang want me to come to the basement? Before I could figure it out, Teacher Yang grabbed my hand and firmly pulled me towards the basement. "Teacher Yang, what are you doing? The performance is about to start." I followed him involuntarily into the depths of the basement. In a room, he stopped, faced me, took my hand, and said with a troubled expression, "Xiaoru, I want...I want..." "Teacher Yang, what do you want?" I asked, confused. "I want to ask you for a favor." "What favor? I'll definitely help you if I can!" I said firmly. "Well, you said it yourself, you can definitely help me, help me get it out." "Huh?" I didn't understand at first: "Get what out?" "It's this," he pointed to his crotch, "Look, we're about to go on stage, it's erect." "Ah! No...no..." I blushed deeply. "Xiaoru, please, the show is about to start..." "No...no..." I was too embarrassed to refuse forcefully, pouting, my face flushed. "Please, my dear Xiaoru, my sweetheart, my little sister..." "..." I remained silent, my face still red. Oh dear, Teacher Yang really is something, suddenly making such a request, how is a girl supposed to answer! "Look, it's so big, how am I going to go on stage?" he said, pulling my hand to his crotch. "Ah..." I gasped in surprise, pulling my hand back. How could his penis be so big? "Help me get it out, please," he pleaded. "Besides, male ballet dancers have to get it out before going on stage, otherwise it's embarrassing to have an arousal while dancing." "Well... no way..." I hesitated. "Besides, in our dance troupe, it's the female dancers who help the male dancers get it out, it's normal, nothing to worry about ." Huh? He made it sound so plausible. For the sake of the performance, just this one thing, female dancers help male dancers get it out, and I'll help him... Actually... He saw my hesitation, pulled down his pants, and revealed his penis: "Look, it's so big!" Ah! No wonder he said I couldn't go on stage without it out. His penis was long and thick, at least twenty centimeters long, and the dark purple glans was the size of a duck egg. "Ah!..." I turned my face away in embarrassment. "What are you doing? Put it on quickly..." "Good sister, just a couple of times, it'll be fine soon." He pleaded pitifully, grabbing my hand and placing it on his penis. It's huge! The performance is about to start, so... how about I help him this once? "Then... then..."

My hands were gripped tightly by the man's hands, his penis was so thick and big. I couldn't help but say shyly, "Just this once..."

"Okay, okay, hurry up, I can't take it anymore."

I squatted down, holding his penis tightly in my small hands, gently stroking it back and forth, occasionally pinching his glans lightly with my nails.

"Ah...ah...so good..."

the man groaned softly.

After stroking for a few minutes, the man still showed no signs of ejaculating. "Ouch...my hands are getting sore..."

I shook my wrist.

"Help me...suck...baby, help me suck it."

Staring at the dark blue penis in front of me for a while, I was torn. I couldn't betray my husband, but... "It's almost time for my turn..."

the man said.

Sigh! If I don't help him come, the performance will be... Well, I'll use my mouth, just this once! "Oh...you got off easy..."

I opened my mouth and sucked the man's glans into it, starting to swallow and spit. A sense of guilt towards my husband gradually grew in my heart... "Faster...faster...ah...ah..."

The man grabbed my head with both hands, shaking his hips rapidly, his thick, purplish-black penis thrusting in and out of my mouth.

Suddenly, the man cried out "Oh!" and trembled all over, ejaculating into my mouth.

"Glug...glug..."

I kept swallowing the man's semen. Oh dear! There was so much that it overflowed from the corners of my mouth.
Looking at his satisfied expression after ejaculating, and remembering that my husband was still waiting outside for my show to go on stage, my mood inexplicably became somewhat heavy.

The man slowly pulled his penis out of my mouth, but he hadn't finished ejaculating yet.

Several spurts of semen sprayed onto my forehead and face, and a little semen splashed onto my hair.

"Oh dear, you've got my face all over, and I'm about to go on stage."

I complained to the man, while looking for something to wipe the semen off my face.

"Baby, don't move, let me take a good look at you."

The man said, reaching out to hug me.

"Ouch, what are you doing?"

I said coquettishly, swatting away his hand that was reaching for my lower body. "Don't move, how can I go on stage if you get wet?"
"Hey, baby, I told you to shave your pubic hair, why haven't you shaved it yet? We're going on stage tomorrow." "
Do I really have to shave it?"

Humph! It's all because of you, my husband was in a bad mood, that's why I didn't shave last night.

"Of course, otherwise the pubic hair will show, it'll look awful."

He said, pointing to my genitals. "Don't believe me? Look."

I looked down and saw that because of ballet, I was wearing a flesh-colored thong, and sure enough, the mischievous pubic hair was already peeking out through my white pantyhose.

"Ah! You're so mean, you bad guy,"

I exclaimed, punching the man. "You saw it and didn't say so earlier, you made me..."
"Do you want me to help you shave it?"

"Get lost..."

I lowered my head, a little embarrassed.

The man lowered his head and whispered in my ear, "Then let's come back here before the official performance tomorrow, and you can get it done for me again, okay?"

Huh? You rascal! I knew one time wouldn't be enough for you, but… should I say yes…? My face

flushed crimson, and I finally nodded almost imperceptibly.

The rehearsal performance was a great success. I changed out of my costume and walked out from backstage.

"Xiaoru, that was amazing!"

"Sister Ru, you danced so well…"

Everyone who greeted me along the way kept praising me. I felt so happy, all thanks to Teacher Yang's excellent teaching.

"Wife, you danced so beautifully!"

My husband saw me and came up to praise me.

"Honey,"

I said happily, "It's all thanks to Teacher Yang's excellent teaching."

Seeing my husband's suddenly gloomy face, oh dear, I said the wrong thing! Once in the car, we were both silent.

My husband suddenly asked me, "Wife, I went backstage to look for you earlier, but I couldn't find you."

Huh? What did my husband mean by asking that? Had he discovered something? I hesitated for a moment and said, "Maybe I went to the bathroom."

"Wife, are you hiding something from me?"

My husband turned and stared at me.

"No, no, honey, why would I hide anything from you?"

I felt a little panicked.

"That's good."

Had my husband really found out something? I remained silent.

My husband had made a promise with me: for my safety, the cuckolding had to be under his control. If I were to be violated by someone else, I couldn't hide it from him. But… but, letting other men violate me was just to satisfy my husband's perverted hobby. Although I cooperated a little with him in the cuckolding, I didn't… Besides, Teacher Yang really likes me; he's pursuing me. This isn't cuckolding, so not telling my husband doesn't break our promise, right? Yes! That's it!

That night, thinking about how busy my husband had been lately, and how I'd been busy with dance practice every day, coming home late and exhausted, it had been over ten days since we'd had proper sex. My husband must be itching for it. Let me seduce him! I secretly shaved my pubic hair in the bathroom, then climbed into bed. "Honey, feel it, I shaved it all clean."

Hehe, sure enough, my husband's penis immediately stood up.

"Wife, why did you suddenly decide to shave?"

my husband stroked my smooth mound. "Is it necessary for ballet?"

Why would my husband ask that? I stammered, "Um...no...no, it's just...I wanted my husband to see...how beautiful it is."

"Oh..."

my husband responded casually.

Huh? Why did my husband's penis, which was just erect, suddenly soften? "Honey, why is it soft..."

I asked my husband, holding his penis in confusion.

"Oh, I'm a little tired,"

my husband hugged me. "Go to sleep early, the official performance is tomorrow, you have to get up early!"

"Oh, goodnight, honey."

I was a little disappointed. Shaving had made me so wet, I really hoped my husband would pin me down on the bed and fuck me good! "Goodnight, my wife."

This morning, after saying goodbye to my husband, I kept thinking about the promise that Teacher Yang made to me. I felt both uneasy and anxious, afraid that he would make some unreasonable demands on me again. What if he did?

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