My female classmate who runs a teahouse

I had a female classmate from elementary school. We were unremarkable during elementary school, and didn't keep in touch during middle and high school. We met again at a college reunion, and I have to say, she had blossomed into a beautiful and sexy woman. At that time, she had a boyfriend, but they often argued. When she was upset, she would often come to me to vent, and I would try to comfort her. Later, she would drink with me to drown her sorrows, and our relationship became quite ambiguous. Then, naturally, one time we both got drunk and slept together. We would occasionally satisfy each other's physical needs when we wanted to. However, after she got married, this relationship came to a standstill, and we saw each other less and less. I was quite depressed for a while.

My female classmate comes from a wealthy family. Last year, her mother funded the opening of a rather upscale teahouse for her. I personally enjoy tea ceremony, and sometimes I'll invite a few friends to her teahouse to show off a little, drink some gongfu tea, and eat some snacks, just to be a bit sophisticated. She always personally serves us. Some friends even joke that the way she looks at me is unusual, and that we must be having an affair or something. I think that's all in the past, because her husband picks her up every night, and even if we still have the desire now, we don't have the opportunity. Just a few days ago, during the hottest days of the year, some friends and I came to patronize her business again. Because it was so hot outside, we didn't want to go out, enjoying the air conditioning inside. We chatted until after 9 pm, when all the other customers had left. When I came back from the restroom, I saw her standing in a dark room, talking on the phone and looking out the window. I heard her say impatiently into the phone, "Then don't come up, just wait in the car," and then she hung up. Seeing that she was unhappy, I went in and told her we were about to leave too. She stared at me for about ten seconds, then suddenly pulled me inside, locking the door behind her. She put her arms around my waist, pressed her face against my neck, and said, "Do you miss me?" Her actions caught me off guard. I glanced at the door, wondering if anyone had seen her pull me in, and then looked out the window. Her husband's big Buick was parked downstairs, and I could clearly see him inside, looking at his phone. At that moment, she had already put her hand inside my shorts and started rubbing... My penis is erect now. Although this sudden event made me nervous, I quickly became erect under her caresses. I reached under her cheongsam and began stimulating her vagina, which was already wet. I picked her up and placed her on the table, pulled up her panties, took off my shorts, rubbed the head of my penis against her wet petals a few times, and then inserted it. But as soon as I pushed in, the table crashed—the table was unstable, and the noise was too loud. She got off the table, put her hands on the wall, and turned her buttocks towards the wall. I said, "Come on, hurry up," and lifted her cheongsam, penetrating her tender hole from behind again. I held her buttocks with both hands and thrust rapidly. She moaned softly, her lips pursed. After only a minute or so, I was about to ejaculate. She said, "Don't get it on my clothes." As soon as she finished speaking, I thrust a few more times and couldn't hold back any longer, ejaculating inside her. There was no time for lingering. After I finished, I pulled out, wiped myself with a napkin from the table, and helped her wipe herself too. I pulled up my pants, and she pulled up her underwear. I quietly opened the door, made sure no one was in the hallway, and left first. She followed and went straight to the bathroom.

Back in the room, I urged my friends to leave, then went downstairs to pay the bill and left. As I left, her husband glanced up at us, then continued playing on his phone. On the way back, I kept thinking about it, and my speech became somewhat incoherent. Some of my friends, being astute, seemed to realize something had just happened, but they didn't say anything explicitly. The next day I went again, I don't know why. I think I wanted to say something, but I only ordered a "Green Hills and Clear Waters" drink, finished it, and left. I didn't say anything important, except that as I was leaving, she slapped me on the butt when no one was around.

It's been several days now, and I'm still struggling with whether to rekindle the relationship or end it...

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