The seemingly indifferent female teacher has a secretly passionate heart.

Tangtang was my female colleague at the university. Like me, she had been a lecturer at the same university for over ten years since graduation.

Her husband didn't graduate from a teacher's college and worked in another city. Perhaps for this reason, this seemingly dignified woman, although she presented a perfectly ladylike image in front of students and teachers, I often wondered if she harbored sexual desires, after all, she was in her thirties and in the prime of her life.

I've slept with many women, some were ex-girlfriends, some were hostesses, but I had never tried with someone else's wife who appeared so dignified and ladylike, especially a university lecturer. In fact, initially, I only thought about it; I never thought about actually having a relationship with her, nor did I expect such an opportunity.

Approaching her was completely casual, without any deliberate planning. Sometimes she would encounter problems in software development or have difficulties writing papers, and it was purely by chance that I helped her. I didn't expect anything in return; it was just something I did on a whim, and after helping, I would walk away easily. Unlike some of the other male colleagues who clung to her. Perhaps that's how she noticed me. Instead, she would take the initiative to chat with me, and even sit next to me in the cafeteria.

Up until then, I still didn't have any improper thoughts about her. I had a beautiful girlfriend, and I loved her very much, though not as deeply as she loved me. I didn't feel like I lacked anything in my life. I wasn't a very ambitious person; I held a minor position at work. While everyone else was striving to climb the ladder, I continued my mundane work and life. There were many beautiful women at work, but I never had any ulterior motives. Not everything beautiful in the world can be obtained; perhaps contentment is the source of happiness.

But what I didn't expect was that I began to frequently hear this seemingly calm, beautiful, and mature female colleague confiding her troubles to me. She worried about her son far away, her husband in another city—when she called, she always heard his secretary nearby—and her mother's health, etc. I routinely comforted her, but mostly listened to her complaints. I knew she just wanted to confide in someone about things she had been holding back for a long time.

I never expected this would evoke her interest in me. I have a dormitory at my workplace and also rent an apartment in the city center. Sometimes, when I'm too busy, I stay overnight at the workplace. She always invites me to her dormitory for a late-night snack, and sometimes she even makes Chinese medicine for a foot bath together. She's a woman who understands life and has good taste. Whenever this happens, I always suggest going back to my own dormitory around 11 pm, never lingering, unlike some male colleagues who always have to wait for her to tell them to leave.

Last night, she invited me to her dormitory again, and we had another exquisite late-night snack and a foot bath. For some reason, I suddenly realized that this time it was just the two of us, and her tight pants made her legs look very full and sexy. I suddenly felt ashamed to have such thoughts, so after the foot bath, I quickly said goodbye and went back to my dormitory. As soon as I got back, I received a text message from her asking if I could stay overnight at her place. She left the door open, but it was ajar.

This surprised me quite a bit. I hesitated for a long time in my dorm room. She had said she still loved her husband very much, and I loved my girlfriend very much too. Before this, I had never had any inappropriate contact with her. I'm not considered handsome at work; there are plenty of people more handsome than me there. I didn't understand why she would make such a request. I even suspected that the door was only slightly ajar, maybe she just wanted me to go in and embarrass myself.

I stared at my phone for a long time, and for some reason, her sexy, full legs and her seemingly firm, calm, yet delicate face kept appearing in my mind's eye. Finally, for some reason, I opened the door and walked to hers, gently pushing it open.

The door was indeed slightly ajar. A dim lamp was on inside, and she was lying on the bed, facing inwards, covered by a blanket. The pattern on the blanket was exceptionally beautiful. I quietly lifted the blanket and lay down beside her, still dressed. It was rather cold.

I thought I should say something to break the silence, but immediately realized it wasn't necessary. She turned and turned off the light. In the moonlight streaming in from the window, I saw her calm, beautiful, and mature face pressed against mine, then she buried her face in my chest.

I don't know if it was because I liked her too, or because she was someone else's wife, that aroused my sexual interest. I quickly undressed her under the covers and found that her figure was indeed as voluptuous as I had imagined, her skin was as soft as a young girl's, and her buttocks were quite firm. She held me tightly, saying nothing. I had never been with someone else's wife before (and I hoped I would never have that experience again), and I didn't know how to proceed. Fortunately, I remembered the tricks I usually used on my girlfriend, so I gently caressed her entire body and kissed her sensitive areas. Obviously, she had never enjoyed such caresses and kisses before; I believed her husband always did it as a routine. When I parted her legs and kissed her genitals, she gasped, then clamped her legs tightly around me. I stroked and kissed her for a long time, but I couldn't get her clitoris to protrude; it seemed her husband really never touched that area. Next, I inserted my hand into her vagina and skillfully stimulated her G-spot. She finally couldn't resist and tried to push me away, but couldn't bear to. During the struggle, I noticed her breasts were right in front of me, so I gently bit and sucked on one. At that moment, I felt her body trembling.

After a while, she calmed down, took a condom from the bedside table, and gently asked if I wanted her to put one on. I said no, and she was surprised, saying it wasn't her safe period. I told her I didn't plan to do this with her; after all, she was someone else's wife, and some things should be left to her husband. (God knows why I said such a hypocritical thing). Then I just held her until she fell asleep.

Looking at her sleeping face, I suddenly felt how unpredictable life is. Some things always happen unexpectedly. In fact, the smug feeling I had about taking advantage of someone else's wife wasn't as strong as I had imagined. In fact, I felt a little bored. Maybe if things hadn't come to this, we could have continued to get along happily. The fact that things suddenly turned out this way made me feel a little awkward.

I'm not a good person. Even when I have a girlfriend, I still go to brothels to find some women who look beautiful to satisfy our sexual desires for beautiful women. But I feel that sleeping with someone else's wife would unnecessarily cause me any unpleasantness in my conscience. Sleeping with respectable women isn't as exciting as we imagine. If we really want to pursue sensual pleasure, I think it's easier and more natural to find them directly in brothels, without having to consider the aftereffects.

Maybe we don't even know what we really need in this materialistic society.

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