My teacher's wife

My master is 43, and his wife is 33. My master is good at making money, and his wife is good at spending it. My master has a huge beer belly; when he stands up, his belly blocks my view, making it impossible to see what's below. His wife has a very voluptuous figure, with a curvaceous bust and buttocks that makes people's eyes water. My master has a bad temper and treats me poorly; his wife has a gentle temper and treats me very well. We work at the same company, and his wife is his boss.
Strictly speaking, my current master isn't really my master. He originally didn't want to take me as his apprentice; he wanted to choose a pretty girl who applied with me instead. But his wife saw through his trick and ordered him to take me as his apprentice. My master was very unhappy, so he always had a dark look on his face, as if I owed him money. He rarely taught me anything, and he avoided mentioning work-related matters whenever possible, afraid that I would learn something from him. So I had to learn slowly on my own or ask other colleagues for help. My master treated me this way at work, and he was similar in life. He often invited me to his house, but not for meals; he wanted me to help him clean. Although this mentor treated me badly, he was undeniably capable and good at making money. Besides his company income, he earned a considerable amount through external business ventures. His wife, though his boss, only received a fixed salary, so she couldn't earn nearly as much as he did. But while he was good at making money, his wife was good at spending it. Six months ago, they bought a duplex apartment in the suburbs. Because it was a bit far from the company, they bought a car for convenience, driving to and from work every day – very carefree. Because the apartment was quite large, and he was lazy, he often invited me to his house to help him clean. He said we'd work together, but I was basically the only one doing the cleaning. I had no choice but to endure it to learn his unique money-making techniques. I could only console myself that it was okay now, but once I learned his skills, I wouldn't have to put up with this. Less than
two months after I started working for him, the company sent me to the US for a study tour. His wife used her connections to get him a spot, giving him the opportunity to also gain experience abroad. I thought I'd be much more relaxed after he left, and I was secretly pleased. But before he left, he told me I still had to go to his house to clean every week. What bad luck!
So, on the first weekend after he left, I went to his house to clean as usual. After taking several buses, I arrived at his house. His wife welcomed me in. She said I'd send the child to his grandmother's house for two days while she cleaned. It was a summer morning, but his wife was wearing a rather thick cotton nightgown. I thought rich people wear these to absorb sweat, while poor guys like me basically sleep naked. I didn't think much of it and got straight to work. At noon, his wife made a simple lunch. I ate a little and then took a nap in their guest room. I took a shower and slept completely naked. I had a strange dream in which I was having sex with a woman. She looked familiar, but I couldn't remember who she was. When I woke up, my penis was very hard, sticking up high. I didn't care, got dressed, and continued doing housework. After working for a while longer, my mentor's wife invited us to dinner. Dinner was lavish, and her cooking was excellent, so we prepared to eat. Unexpectedly, she brought out ice-cold beer! Awesome! Drinking ice-cold beer on this day was absolutely delightful. Without any hesitation, I took the beer and started drinking. We ate, drank, and chatted, and before I knew it, we'd drunk seven or eight bottles. I wasn't drunk, but I figured my mentor's wife was about done; her face was flushed, and she was talking more. So I suggested we stop drinking and eat. She suddenly became agitated, saying, "What do you mean? You've only had so little! Why aren't you drinking anymore? It's so hot today; ice-cold beer is perfect. Why are you being so polite with me?" She then went to the refrigerator and took out a few more bottles of chilled beer. (My mentor's refrigerator was the tall, large double-door type). To show I wasn't being polite, I continued drinking, but consciously encouraged her to talk more and drink less, while I tried to drink as quickly as possible. And just like that, four bottles were gone in no time. Because I'd been drinking a bit too fast, and I'd basically finished them all by myself, I was starting to feel a little dizzy. So I suggested again that we stop drinking. "Hmm, you're not drinking anymore? What are you pretending for? I know your alcohol tolerance. You've only had this much today and you've already said you're not drinking anymore twice. What do you mean? You think my cooking isn't good enough?" My teacher's wife said, getting agitated. Fine, I'll keep drinking. So I took another bottle from the fridge. This time I only took one, and I drank it slowly. This should be fine, I thought to myself.
Then we started talking about my teacher, and my teacher's wife got agitated again. Plus, she'd been drinking and felt a bit hot. She actually pulled her nightgown up to the sides, revealing the upper third of her breasts. From the pulled-up nightgown, I could see that my teacher's wife's breasts were perfectly round, very white, and very firm. Seeing this, I couldn't help but swallow, and my little brother immediately got erect. I dared not look anymore, and continued eating and drinking with my head down. Unexpectedly, my teacher's wife became agitated again: "What's wrong with you today? Why aren't you looking at me when I talk to you? Am I old? Am I ugly?" This time I was speechless. I could only look up into her eyes and listen to her say that her breasts were so white, dazzlingly white. I still couldn't help but glance at them a few times.
As we drank, it got dark. It took me a while to realize something was wrong. Good heavens, there were no more buses at this hour. How was I going to get home from this far suburb? I felt dejected. My teacher's wife noticed my expression and asked what was wrong. "Haha, what are you afraid of? I have a car. I'll drive you home." As she spoke, she actually walked towards the door, preparing to change her shoes and drive me home. Even after all this, she was still driving me home? This was no joke. So I politely declined while pulling her back. With a few tugs, my teacher's wife's nightgown loosened, revealing half of her breasts. I dared not pull any further and stood there, frozen in place. She seemed to have sobered up a bit and stopped insisting on driving me home. But then she said something that surprised me even more: "I've been drinking, so it's not convenient for me to drive you home. Why don't you just stay here?" I seemed to have no other choice but to go back to my seat and sit there dumbly.
My teacher's wife came into the living room, sat on the floor, and beckoned to me, "Come watch TV with me, have some fruit, what are you sitting there for?" I went over and sat down on the floor too. She didn't turn on the TV, but continued chatting with me, and soon we started talking about my teacher. Hearing about him, I became interested again and started talking to her slowly. She said that because she often criticized her teacher at work and gave him a hard time, she usually gave in to him at home to try and keep him in check. But she didn't know why, even though she understood her limits, her teacher gradually got used to this role, and sometimes even went too far. At this point, my teacher's wife suddenly stopped talking, so I curiously asked her how her teacher had gone too far. She rolled up her sleeves and showed me her arms and legs. Ah, after seeing her arms and legs, I finally understood why she was wearing a thick cotton nightgown on such a hot day. It turned out that her arms and legs were covered in bruises, all from her teacher pinching her. I was even more puzzled and asked her why she didn't resist, why she tolerated her master's actions. She said that at first, her master wasn't like this; he was just jokingly pinching her. Unexpectedly, he gradually increased the force. When she cried out in pain, her master only pinched harder, seemingly excited. She cursed him and resisted, but it was useless; her master was too strong, and she couldn't do anything about it. As she spoke, her master's wife started crying, cursing her master as inhuman. She then turned around agitatedly and took off her nightgown to show me the marks her master had left on her back. What a body she had—snow-white, voluptuous… Yet, such a beautiful and sexy body was covered with bluish and purple marks. I was stunned and asked her, "Why is Master so cruel?" My master's wife, tears streaming down her face, said, "I'm not ashamed to say this, but after get off work he hangs out with some bad friends, indulging in drinking, gambling, and prostitution. Every night he comes home very late, drunk, and then just collapses into bed. Even on nights when he's not drunk, he rarely has sex with me; he just tells me he's out socializing or with prostitutes. That's not all; sometimes he wants me at night, but he's been corrupted by his friends and never does it properly. He always does weird things to torture and abuse me. Some of these injuries are from what he did." I felt a little embarrassed, lowered my head, and muttered softly, "Master's wife, you're so beautiful and sexy, and he doesn't even come home to be with you, he's out there messing around. It's really too much." My master's wife asked me, "Are you telling the truth?" I panicked and looked up. I exclaimed, "Of course it's true! You're so beautiful and sexy, Master's wife!" Unexpectedly, she turned around, revealing her two snow-white, full breasts. What beautiful breasts! Perfectly hemispherical, large and firm, looking snow-white and smooth. My eyes were fixed on her breasts, and I even unconsciously swallowed.
Suddenly, she sat down beside me, her beautiful breasts swaying, and asked, "Are they pretty? Are they sexy?" I was still stunned, my eyes still fixed on her breasts, and just kept nodding. She grabbed me, hugged me, and started kissing me. I felt a smooth, delicate tongue swirling in my mouth, sometimes playfully pressing against mine, sometimes sucking on it. Instinctively, I tried to pull away, but she held me tightly, and accidentally fell onto me. My teacher's wife continued to kiss me passionately. I tried to push her away, but my hand ended up hitting her breasts instead. Her breasts were so soft and smooth. My teacher's wife straightened up and said, "He thinks I'm not good enough, that I don't attract him, but you think I'm beautiful and sexy; if he doesn't want me, I'll give myself to you." Then she took off all her pajamas, revealing herself completely naked before me. What a beautiful naked body! Her breasts were large and firm, her abdomen smooth and flat, showing no signs of having given birth, and her legs were long and sexy. I wanted to say something, but my teacher's wife had already taken off the only thing I was wearing—my shorts. My already hard penis immediately sprang out. Ignoring my surprised expression, she lowered her head and took my glans into her mouth, beginning to give me oral sex. At this point, I think no one could refuse. My teacher's wife's oral sex technique was truly amazing. She sucked on my glans with her cherry-like mouth, occasionally spitting it out and rubbing it back and forth with the tip of her tongue. Her smooth tongue gently licked the crease of my glans, the sensation was truly ecstatic. My teacher's wife gently grasped my penis and licked every inch of the glans with her tongue, including the particularly sensitive area below it. After finishing the glans, she didn't stop, continuing to suck on my testicles, devouring them greedily. Watching such a beautiful and sexy woman giving me oral sex, and thinking of her usual decisive and powerful image in front of so many employees at the company, filled me with a sense of pride and satisfaction. Her tongue continued to lick back and forth, waves of pleasure spreading throughout my body. After about 10 minutes, I couldn't hold back any longer. I wanted her to get up so I could ejaculate outside, but she refused, instead taking it even deeper, several times feeling the glans almost touching her throat. I stopped resisting and simply held her head, pressing down hard. After a while, I couldn't hold back any longer, and a thick stream of semen, which I had been holding back for so long, shot violently into her mouth. My teacher's wife seemed very experienced. The moment I ejaculated, her tongue stopped moving and simply held my glans deeply, waiting for it to spray out completely. After I finished, my penis throbbed a few more times, releasing a few more small spurts of semen. My teacher's wife drank my semen, slowly sucking on my glans, drawing out the remaining semen to clean my penis. Her beautiful face was now filled with a lewd expression, with traces of semen still clinging to the corners of her mouth, and the air filled with the fishy smell of semen. My master's wife licked the semen from the corners of her mouth, straightened up, and said, "Don't be embarrassed. Your master often makes me do this. His semen is cloudy and smelly, really unpleasant. Your semen is thick and viscous, but it tastes good. It has a slightly fishy smell, but it's very palatable. Young people are so energetic, even their semen is full of vitality." I blushed a little at her words, but she said nonchalantly, "What's there to be ashamed of? We've already done it, so why can't we talk about it? I just expressed my thoughts, what's the big deal?" At this moment, I sat behind her and began to slowly play with her beautiful breasts. These breasts were really big and firm, with a wonderful feel. Soft, yet firm. They were so big that I could barely hold them in one hand, but I still held one in each hand and played with them. I gently rubbed, pinched, squeezed, and grabbed them... I played with them to my heart's content.
After playing with her breasts, I played with her nipples. I could feel that my teacher's wife's nipples had slowly hardened while I was playing with her breasts, standing erect like two honey dates. I pinched her nipples with my fingers, squeezed them, twisted them... I was having a lot of fun. My teacher's wife had started to moan softly, and the sound was so pleasant. I released her tempting breasts and took her nipples into my mouth, slowly sucking and teasing them with my tongue. My teacher's wife's moans gradually intensified. My hands also began to attack her genitals. Ah, so wet! My teacher's wife's genitals were already overflowing. Her moans had turned into soft pleas: "Don't torture me anymore, come on." But I hadn't recovered so quickly after ejaculating. So my teacher's wife started giving me oral sex again, trying to make my penis hard again. This time, we used the 69 position. But I still didn't give her oral sex, and used my fingers to help her. A few more minutes passed, and my penis finally got hard again under the attack of her tongue. She eagerly sat on me (and insisted on not using a condom, saying she preferred the unprotected experience), her vaginal fluids wetting my pubic hair. Watching her pink labia open her little mouth on my glans, slowly taking it in until it completely enveloped my penis, felt incredibly good. My teacher's wife slowly increased her pace, her labia, wet with her fluids, slapping against my testicles, the sounds of their movements so pleasing to the ear. Her large breasts swayed vigorously, bobbing up and down, accompanied by her moans. After a few minutes, she felt unsatisfied and wanted to change positions, so she crawled on the floor, her buttocks raised high, completely exposing her vagina, allowing me to penetrate her from behind. I slowly inserted, gradually deepening the penetration, alternating between light and heavy thrusts. But my teacher's wife seemed unsatisfied, constantly urging me to thrust harder and deeper. So I completely let go, thrusting harder and deeper with each stroke. My teacher's wife started moaning, then almost went mad, howling like a she-wolf: "Ah, ah, so good, it's so deep! It's through, it's through, you're going to penetrate me completely!" I deliberately asked her, "Should we stop?" "No, don't stop, keep going, it's so good! Penetrate me completely! Penetrate me to death!" "Use more force, don't just thrust, play with my breasts, rub them hard!" I was stunned; thrusting wasn't enough, she also wanted to play with her breasts. So I stretched my hand holding her waist forward as much as possible, grasped her breasts, and started kneading them. "No, no, that's wrong, play with my breasts hard, it's not enough. Pull them with your hands, grab my breasts with both hands and pull them back forcefully." Hearing her request, although I was worried that doing so would hurt her, I still did as she asked. I grabbed both breasts with both hands, pulled them back forcefully, and used this force to thrust my penis into her vagina. She screamed even louder, and I was afraid the neighbors would hear, but she said she wasn't afraid. About 20 minutes later, I finally couldn't hold back any longer and ejaculated inside her amidst her frantic moans.
We lay there exhausted, caressing each other and slowly talking. She said she hadn't had sex with her master for almost two months. And even when they did, he never lasted this long. He'd ejaculate in at most 10 minutes, and she wouldn't be satisfied, wouldn't reach orgasm, before he'd become weak. So sometimes after having sex with him, she'd lie in bed and masturbate to satisfy herself; women in their thirties are like tigers, there's no way around it. And sometimes her master would sexually abuse her; that breast-pulling technique was his invention. At first, she felt like her breasts were being ripped off, it hurt terribly, but she got used to it. If her breasts didn't receive that kind of strong stimulation during sex, she felt unsatisfied. She said her master used to be a sex maniac, always changing the way he had sex with her, and he taught her all these things. Later, my master often went to prostitutes, so they had less sex. Over time, she became very aggrieved. Besides my master, I was the first man she slept with. Although she and my master had already done that, she was still a rather traditional woman and found it difficult to accept the body of a man who wasn't her husband. However, she felt that I was kind and hardworking during this time, and she also began to feel a desire for revenge against my master, which is why she had sex with me just now. I asked her, "Then why don't you find other men? I'm just a poor guy." My master's wife said, "I've seen you doing housework, and you seem quite fit and strong. Also, when you slept naked at noon without locking the door, I went into your room to get something and saw your penis was erect. I immediately got aroused and really wanted to rush up and sit on top of you, but I was afraid of scaring you, so I had to hold back..."
That night, I made love to my teacher's wife three more times, each time lasting quite a while, bringing her to orgasm several times. By dawn, we were too exhausted to continue, so we fell asleep naked, the air thick with the smell of a mixture of semen and vaginal fluid.
Around noon, I was still asleep when I suddenly felt something envelop my penis. I opened my eyes and saw my teacher's wife giving me oral sex. No wonder it felt so good, haha. Seeing I was awake, she stopped. We brushed our teeth and washed our faces naked together, then ate together. After a while, she got restless again, slipping off the table. I wondered what she was up to. Suddenly, I felt her sucking my penis again, so I said, "Stop messing around, finish eating before continuing." She spat out the head of my penis and said, "Just keep eating, don't stop, let me let you experience this pleasure." So I continued eating, and she continued eating too. I couldn't eat anything anymore; I just felt incredibly good down there. But she wouldn't let me stop, so I kept eating while she continued giving me oral sex. I have no recollection of what I ate or how it tasted. A little while later, my semen gushed out, and she caught it all, drank it all, licked my glans clean, and then, without rinsing her mouth, continued eating. At that moment, I felt incredibly good; a sense of conquest and accomplishment welled up inside me. After dinner, we had sex twice more, and then she drove me back to my place and picked up the child to go home.
Later, while my master was away from China, we made love whenever we had time. We only stopped when my master returned to China. But every time I think about those crazy days and nights with my master's wife, my penis still gets incredibly hard.

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