My roommate's senior's beautiful and seductive wife (pictures and text)

My Roommate's Senior's Beautiful and Seductive Wife

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A few years ago, one summer, my buddy had just arrived in the US. A senior from his department picked me up at the airport. Touched by his enthusiasm, and hearing that his roommate had graduated and moved out, he urgently needed a new roommate to share his two-bedroom apartment, so I agreed to rent the vacant room.

He picked me up directly, and probably afraid I'd change my mind, he hurriedly pulled out a draft lease for me to sign—one year and five months. Lacking experience, I signed immediately, only to later discover I'd been ripped off on the rent.

After signing, the senior told me his wife also lived in the apartment; they'd recently married, and she was an F2 visa holder accompanying him. That was his cunning—he hadn't told me I'd be sharing with a couple when I signed the contract; I thought he was single. So, the already ripped-off rent actually became an even bigger loss.

I met my senior's wife at dinner. She had just returned from an English tutoring class. My senior told me she was planning to improve her English and apply for an accounting degree so she could find a job and help support the family.

His wife was a little younger than him, alluringly beautiful, with a great figure—firm breasts and a shapely bottom. She always glanced at people with a seductive, alluring look in her eyes. However, my first impression of her was better than my senior's because she invited me to have dinner with them. Although it was just simple rice porridge and some cold dishes, it was much better than the food on the plane.

After dinner, I tidied up a bit and prepared to sleep. There was no bed, but my senior said he had a spare mattress and sold it to me for $50. It was actually an old, musty mattress they kept in their basement storage room, but I had no choice but to sleep on it.

I woke up late the next morning. When I got up, my senior seemed to have already gone to school, and his wife was up too. Since her English class was only held in the evening, she basically spent her days at home doing housework and surfing the internet.

I went to the bathroom to wash up, and she was washing her roommate's non-machine-washable sweater. Her hair was casually tied up, and she was wearing casual sweatpants and a light-colored, tight-fitting short-sleeved t-shirt. I could tell at a glance that she wasn't wearing a bra. The water splashed from washing clothes was just wet on her left bra, perfectly outlining the round nipples on her breasts. Her nipples were so erect, sticking straight out of her clothes, and I could even vaguely see her areolas.

My buddy was stunned. Wow, he almost lost control for a moment. When she saw me come to wash up, she took her clothes out of the sink, wrung them out, and put them in the basin. With that wringing and a bit of force, her left breast almost burst out of her clothes. The bathroom was small, and she wanted to back out first so I could go in. I deliberately went in when she came out, and as we passed each other, my unruly erect penis brushed against her pert butt. Damn, that firm feeling was fucking amazing.

I was washing up, and she was squatting at the bathroom entrance washing clothes, bending over. I really wished her neckline was lower so I could catch a glimpse of her breasts, but she was wearing a proper t-shirt. All I could see was a glimpse of her snow-white neck; I could only see her round breasts swaying as she washed the clothes…

Her breasts weren't particularly large, but they had a very round and firm feel. I couldn't resist, but she was my senior's wife after all…

I deliberately washed up slowly. After squatting for a while, she got a little tired, stood up to stretch, raised both arms, curled one leg, and yawned, saying to me with a rather seductive air (damn, that seductive air was probably just my imagination): "I went to bed late last night."

Of course I knew she and my senior went to bed late last night. Because of the time difference, I couldn't sleep on my moldy mattress, and through the thin wooden wall of the apartment, I could hear them talking non-stop until the early hours of the morning.

In that moment of stretching, she revealed a small section of her waist, and damn, it was snow-white, almost transparent.

I looked closely at her left nipple again, then went back to my room, feeling dejected. Countless times I wanted to rush out, but I held back…

Continuing from the previous text: Seeing her fingertips glide over her full breasts, my penis couldn't help but get hard. I was wearing boxer shorts to bed, so it wasn't too awkward to bump into her, but once I got an erection, things got complicated. I had to bend over to try and cover the tent in my crotch. Damn, waves of heat rushed to my head, and my first thought was to pin her down on the stove, lift her nightgown, pull down her red lace panties, and fuck her hard.

But because I had just arrived in America, everything was so unfamiliar, and people are often timid in unfamiliar places, so I could only say goodnight and hurriedly leave the kitchen, returning to the bedroom. She followed me back to their bedroom.

I couldn't calm down for a long time, my mind filled with her smooth breasts. I tossed and turned, unable to sleep. Suddenly, I heard moans coming from next door—a woman's characteristic, muffled moans, choked in her throat. I was surprised, thinking they had started making love again, but my senior's even snoring told me he was still asleep. The moans were clearly his wife masturbating.

Her panting filled the air, like the smoke of an aphrodisiac wafting into my nostrils. I couldn't resist any longer and started masturbating too. Soon, the panting next door became more rapid, the low moans turning into cries of pain or extreme pleasure. I knew she had orgasmed.

Fantasizing about her pert buttocks, fantasizing about her snow-white breasts, I continued. But then, I heard a sound from the bedroom next door. I stopped and peeked through the crack in the door. It was her. She crossed the living room into the bathroom, closed the door, and came out after a while, but there was no sound of flushing.

After she returned to the bedroom and waited a while, I cautiously left and went to the small bathroom. I looked around carefully. There were a few sheets of toilet paper floating in the toilet, and their laundry basket was on the shelf above the toilet, piled with dirty clothes. I gently took down the laundry basket, and on top of it was a pair of red lace panties—no, sticky, soaking wet red lace panties. It seemed she had come to the bathroom to clean herself.

I held the panties to my nose; they had a sour, pungent smell. Upon closer inspection, I realized the front of the panties was transparent; if she were wearing them, her pubic hair would be completely visible. I couldn't hold back any longer. I took the panties and started masturbating, fantasizing about her warm, wet vagina, until I ejaculated thick semen into the toilet.

The next morning, I heard hurried sounds from next door. My senior colleague kept complaining about why his wife hadn't woken him up on time; he had almost missed his meeting with the boss. She was also shrilly complaining that he hadn't set an alarm clock. In short, it was chaos. I chuckled inwardly to my senior, thinking, "Your wife was fucked and masturbated by you last night, how can she get up?"

After a while, his voice finally calmed down; it seemed he had already gone to school. Because I had gone to bed late last night, I took another nap. When I woke up, it was already past 10 a.m. I got up groggily and pushed open the door to go to the bathroom to wash up, but when I got to the living room, oh my god.

The TV in the living room was on, constantly showing various commercials, while my senior's wife was asleep on the sofa, still holding the remote control. On the coffee table in front of the sofa were unwashed dishes and a half-finished bottle of milk.

She was still wearing that semi-transparent camisole nightgown, but because she was lying on her side on the sofa, her right breast was brazenly exposed. I quietly walked closer, and damn, even the edge of her areola was showing, a light pink color that sparked endless fantasies; I continued to look, and damn, this little slut wasn't wearing any underwear. It seemed that after taking off her underwear last night, she slept naked all night.

However, because she was sleeping on her side with her legs tightly closed, I couldn't see her private parts, only a tantalizing glimpse of her mons pubis. Damn, my inner struggle began again—should I go for it or not? The devil kept calling to me in my mind.

Although I was drooling, I didn't dare to cross that line. I could only greedily gaze at her smooth, exposed skin, fantasizing about the cute nipples on her light pink areolas.

Judging from the shape of her nipples, they were about the size of a peanut, perfect for gently biting.

Just as I was indulging in this fantasy, a sudden thud startled me. The remote control she was holding had fallen to the floor. The wooden floor made a crisp sound, and she stirred slightly, startling me so much that I quickly slipped into the bathroom.

After a while, when there was no movement, I peeked out again, and my previously limp penis hardened once more. She was still sleeping on the sofa, but not on her side; she was lying on her back with her legs bent and raised. The hem of her nightgown had slipped naturally down to her waist, revealing her fair thighs and buttocks. Her firm, pert buttocks, nestled in the soft sofa, sparked endless fantasies. Such buttocks, penetrated from behind, must feel amazing.

Because I was in the bathroom, the angle wasn't good, and I could only see her side. But if I sneaked around, I could definitely see her vulva clearly, because she wasn't wearing underwear!

Thinking of this, my heart almost jumped out of my chest with excitement. I carefully moved around, imagining her vulva in my mind—pink? Wet? She was so fair and tender; her vulva should be tender too. But her husband fucked her every day; had she become an old slut?

Just as I was about to see the beauty I had been longing for, I suddenly heard a rapid knocking on the door. Holy crap! Holy crap! Holy crap! She was

awake! I quickly pretended to be nonchalant and went to open the door. A middle-aged foreigner, who looked like he was from Eastern Europe, was quite large and had a full beard. Having just arrived in the US and with limited experience, I didn't know what to say. The foreigner spoke English with a Polish accent, which I didn't quite understand either; I only noticed he was holding a stack of forms.

Just then, she came over, wearing a jacket that covered her sexy, see-through nightgown. When she saw the Eastern European man, she seemed to know him well and called him "Jim." I quickly asked what was wrong, and she told me that Jim was the building manager. Although I had signed an agreement with my senior, there were still some procedures I needed to complete with the manager—signing a document and giving my name to Jim so he could put it on the mailbox downstairs for the mailman to deliver.

Following her instructions, I signed my name and printed it neatly. While I was doing this, she kept chatting and laughing with Jim. I couldn't quite understand what she was saying, but I noticed Jim's eyes kept glancing downwards. That's when I realized that although she had a jacket over her nightgown, she was still only wearing the nightgown on her lower body. If I looked closely, I could still see her full vulva and dark pubic hair through the nightgown. And because we were so close, I could faintly smell the pungent, wet scent of her vagina—definitely from masturbating last night. That little slut.

After filling out the form, I returned it to Jim. Jim reluctantly took his leave, grinning lewdly as he said something to me that I understood this time: "You're lucky."

Only after seeing Jim off did I remember I still had things to do. I had just received a letter from the school requiring me to attend the freshman orientation at 10:30 AM. I was busy until the afternoon, completing all the enrollment procedures, and then went to the department to meet the professor who had recruited me—a thirty-something-year-old assistant professor. The man was Chinese, with a somewhat uncouth appearance, balding, and wearing thick glasses. The boss gave me a brief overview of the lab and told me to start working immediately. Damn, school hadn't even started yet! I

wandered around the lab a few times. It turned out my senior colleague was also working under him, looking quite arrogant. Apparently, he was the boss's right-hand man, and the two of them had published quite a few papers together. I wasn't very interested and went home early. The house was empty; I wondered where my senior colleague's wife was.

Back in my own room, a bold idea suddenly flashed through my mind: why not take this opportunity to go inside their room?

The two bedrooms were separated only by a wooden wall. Theirs was a large bedroom with a balcony. Later I learned that it was originally supposed to be a living room, but my senior colleague and his wife, to save money, used it as a bedroom, renting out the smaller actual bedroom.

Because it was originally a living room, it didn't have a door; they got their own door from home debit. They bought the door panels and installed them themselves, but installing doors is a troublesome thing. The hinges of the rotating door must be embedded in the door frame to ensure that the door closes tightly. My senior brother naturally didn't have the tools to carve wood, and the apartment manager wouldn't allow them to carve grooves in the door frame. Therefore, their hinges were directly fixed to the door frame with wood screws. This caused a problem: there was a wide gap where the door and the door frame met!

Seeing this, I couldn't help but feel a little happy.

The furnishings in their room were also very simple: a bed, a desk, a bookshelf, and two three-drawer dressers for clothes, one of which was slightly smaller and placed at the head of the bed. Intuitively, the bedside cabinet often contained "interesting" things, and sure enough! The second drawer was full of my senior brother's wife's lingerie, almost all of them sexy style, a feast for the eyes. While rummaging through them, I suddenly found an electric vibrator in the drawer, with a small stick on it. It was probably used to stimulate the vagina during penetration. Damn, I didn't expect her to use this. What a little slut.

I continued carefully flipping through the pages. In the third drawer, there was a photo album. I usually have no interest in such things, but when I pushed it, it felt quite heavy, so I curiously opened it. It turned out to be a photo album my mentor

's wife had taken in China. I casually flipped through it; there were cheongsams, wedding dresses, evening gowns, etc. The one that really made my nose bleed was a bikini set. The pure white three-piece perfectly outlined my mentor's sexy figure. Deliberately sprinkled water droplets made the white swimsuit almost transparent, vaguely revealing my mentor's light pink breasts and dark pubic hair.

Especially a photo with her legs spread in a sexy pose; the small piece of fabric covering her underwear even outlined the contours of her vulva.

The last photo in the album was of my mentor's wife completely naked, but not showing her nipples. One arm was crossed in front of her chest, covering her nipples, and the other hand was on her groin. She leaned forward, closing one eye in a sexy and cute pose. I really envied the photographer; he must have seen everything while taking the photos. Damn it, I might have even slept with her, I thought to myself.

Just then, I heard footsteps on the stairs, which startled me. I quickly put my things away and rushed to the living room, turned on the TV, sat down, and the door opened. My sister-in-law was back.

She was in a hurry, her hair was a little messy, and her face was flushed, giving her a uniquely sexy look. She saw me and hurriedly said she was going to be late for her English tutoring class and had to leave quickly. Then she went into the house, did something (I don't know what), and before coming out, she went to the bathroom, threw something in, rinsed her mouth with mouthwash, and then hurriedly left.

After she left, I went into the bathroom and looked closely. I found a pair of purple thongs in the laundry basket, which she must have just changed out of. I was a little confused; why would she only change into a pair of thongs when she got home? Picking up her thong, a strong smell of semen hit me.

My senior colleague had been in the lab all afternoon; I came from there, so I knew where he came from. But what was with all this smeared lipstick? Could it be…

Anyway, because of that wide crack in the door, I eagerly awaited the arrival of night. My senior colleague's wife came home rather late, around eight o'clock. It seemed she had already eaten dinner, tidied up a bit, and went back to the bedroom.

So I peeked out, wanting to test the effectiveness of my spying. Our doors were next to each other, and the crack was right on the hinge, next to my doorframe. So, if I wanted to spy, I only needed to stick my head out and press it against the crack; my body could remain hidden inside my door. If there was any movement, I could easily retreat. My senior's wife was online, still wearing that semi-transparent camisole nightgown, her perfect figure barely concealed. After a while, finding nothing interesting, I withdrew, eagerly waiting for my senior to return. Around

10 o'clock, he still hadn't come back. I was a little annoyed; fate was truly unkind. I decided to give up, go to the bathroom to wash up and go to bed, because my boss had told me to be in the lab early the next morning to familiarize myself with the work. After washing up, I went back to my bedroom and lay down. Before sleeping, I read a magazine for a short while. I had just gotten into bed, thinking about my senior's wife's body, when suddenly I heard the doorbell ring.

In the US, apartment buildings typically have two doors: the first is the entrance on the ground floor, and the second is the main door. Therefore, guests must ring the bell at the first door and verify their identity via intercom before being allowed entry. Before I could even react to the ringing bell, my senior colleague's wife was already speaking on the intercom in the living room. A moment later, she opened the living room door. Someone had brought my senior colleague back. From the person

's voice, I learned that he had been working overtime on a project in the lab, and after finishing, they had dinner together, but he had gotten quite drunk. Because the voice sounded familiar, I became curious and peeked through a crack in my door. To my surprise, it was my boss who had personally brought him back! But what surprised me even more was that my senior colleague's wife was still wearing that semi-transparent camisole nightgown, and as she helped him up, her breasts bounced lively in front of her chest. And my boss's eyes kept wandering restlessly towards the opening of her nightgown.

The two of them helped my senior colleague into the bedroom. I peeked through the crack in my senior's bedroom door. The boss had tossed him onto the bed like a dead pig, and his wife was bending down to take off his shoes. Just then, something unexpected happened.

The boss suddenly grabbed his wife from behind, one arm around her waist, the other reaching under her nightgown and roughly grabbing her breasts. His mouth pressed against her slender neck and small ears, kissing them passionately. Holy crap, I was really shocked! I'd only wanted to see my senior and his wife's lovemaking, but I'd witnessed this instead!

His wife struggled a couple of times, but the boss quickly turned her around to face him. He expertly pulled the straps of her nightgown off her arms, leaving her upper body completely naked. Her two white, tender breasts stood proudly erect, their pale pink nipples seemingly stiffened by the sudden accident. The boss, as if he had found a treasure, grasped his senior's wife's breasts, mercilessly twisting them with his fingers. His lips followed, pressing against hers, greedily plunging his tongue into her mouth. She, surprisingly, responded by wrapping her arms around his neck, panting softly as she responded to his frenzied kisses.

Not far from them, the senior lay snoring loudly.

The boss and his senior's wife continued their entangled kissing and caressing; the boss lewdly enjoyed the feast before him, kissing his senior's wife's lips down to her breasts, taking one of her hard, erect nipples into his mouth and skillfully licking it with his tongue. His hands then moved to his senior's wife's buttocks, squeezing them roughly. Meanwhile, the senior's wife's slender hands expertly unzipped the boss's jeans, revealing his penis and beginning to manipulate it.

Just then, the senior student on the bed suddenly rolled over, nearly falling off. The adulterous couple were startled and looked at him in a panic. He was still fast asleep. His wife went over and carefully bent down to help him sit up. In that instant, the boss swiftly lifted the back of her nightgown, pulled her red thong down to her knees, and then thrust his ugly, thick penis into her pink vagina.

Caught off guard by this sudden attack from behind, the wife fell onto her husband. The boss, seemingly blinded by excitement, completely disregarded the potential danger, holding her buttocks and beginning to thrust forcefully.

The poor wife, terrified, lay on top of her husband, her rear end mercilessly ravaged by a penis. Her naked breasts were pressed against her husband's body, twisted into various shapes with each thrust.

The sleeping senior student unconsciously placed his hand on his wife's bare back, completely unaware that his wife was being violently violated by his mentor. This scene aroused me; I desperately wanted to push open the door and join them!

The boss's movements became increasingly wild, and the senior student's wife grew more and more ecstatic. She even grabbed his hand and rubbed it against her breasts. I secretly hoped the senior student would wake up.

After about a few dozen thrusts, the boss seemed unable to hold back any longer. His body trembled violently a few times, then he stopped, panting heavily. By this time, the senior student's wife was already limp and collapsed on top of him.

The boss steadied himself, pulled out his penis, the glans still covered in thick semen. He casually grabbed the back of his wife's nightgown, wiped the filth from his glans, patted her buttocks, and began to straighten his clothes.

I knew he was leaving, so I quickly retreated back into the room. Sure enough, a moment later I heard the door open. Damn, this scene is too exciting! I couldn't resist jumping onto the bed, fantasizing and masturbating at the same time. But then, I heard my senior's wife moaning from next door again…

Hearing this sound, I was startled. The boss was gone. Could it be… could it be that my senior wasn't asleep at all? This illicit thought immediately excited me. I quickly got up and peeked through the crack in the door.

The bedroom light was off, but the moonlight streaming in from the balcony made it clear that my senior's wife was leaning against the headboard, her eyes slightly closed, her mouth half-open. One hand was kneading her full breasts, while the other hand was rapidly rubbing between her legs. Her speed increased, and she was making seductive "ah ah" sounds. Finally, the "ah ah" turned into a long whimper. She trembled twice and then stopped moving. It seemed she had reached orgasm.

It seemed that the boss's violent thrusting hadn't satisfied her fervent desire, so after he left, she had to take care of herself. If it weren't for what just happened, I might have already rushed in, pulled out my big dick, and thoroughly satisfied my senior's wife. But now, because of the boss's relationship with her, I have to be a little hesitant... after all, she's the boss's possession.

I originally planned to get up early to report to the lab the next day. But after a night of tossing and turning, I couldn't get up at all. When I finally woke up, the sun was already high in the sky. My senior was eating breakfast in the living room, while his wife was diligently peeling tea eggs for him, looking like a virtuous wife, completely different from the wanton woman in bed yesterday.

But the red thong in the laundry basket in the bathroom, and the nightgown she wore last night, proved that all of this had indeed happened.

When I got to the lab, I naturally got a good scolding from the boss. I carefully examined this middle-aged man. The dark circles under his thick glasses were clearly the result of excessive indulgence. I guessed at the time that he must have a very beautiful wife, otherwise why would he have symptoms of kidney deficiency? But I was wrong. He did have a wife before, but they were divorced. Later I learned that he had slept with all of his students in the lab, and anyone with even a little bit of attractiveness fell into his clutches... This naturally included my senior's wife, and even more unfortunately, my girlfriend later also met her end...

Because I was a complete novice and knew nothing, I needed a senior student to mentor me and teach me step by step. However, everyone was busy, so after some back and forth, I was assigned to a senior student named Tingting. She had just given birth and taken three months off, and her original project had already been taken over, so she was relatively free. Therefore, the boss arranged for her to mentor me.

Senior student Tingting was about twenty-five or twenty-six years old, liked to joke, and was very cute. Because she gave birth in the United States, although she had just had a baby, her figure had recovered very well, unlike in China where people would become overweight after giving birth. But precisely because she had given birth, her breasts were exceptionally full. If you don't believe me, look at the pictures below of her breastfeeding her baby (I'll explain how they were taken below):

Since it was summer, Senior Sister Tingting was naturally dressed lightly, but unlike her senior brother's wife, she wasn't as alluring and wore a proper bra. However, wearing a bra was even more maddening because every now and then, her front would be soaked—soaked with breast milk. Therefore, she always had an alluring milky scent, and her breasts would stand erect, pressing against the damp bra.

Every time this happened, she would go back to her office, lock herself inside, and come out a while later with a bottle of milky liquid—her breast milk. She would use a breast pump to express the milk in the office and store it in the lab's refrigerator, taking it home to feed her baby that evening.

I often imagined her using the breast pump to express milk, so I would always watch her walk back to her office from afar, even though I couldn't see anything after she closed the door. But one time, she went in and came out a while later without anything in her hand. I was puzzled. A little while later, I saw the boss come out of her office, seemingly still licking his lips with lingering pleasure…

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Thus, my graduate studies officially began, and I gradually became familiar with the "unspoken rules" around me. Where there are people, there is a social hierarchy; where there is a social hierarchy, there are rules.

I gradually learned the ins and outs of some things. In fact, many female students had relationships with the boss willingly. The boss only gave some inconsequential hints. Even if a female student disagreed, it couldn't be used as evidence for the police. But if you went along with him, there were naturally many benefits; another point is that couples in the US often live apart and are both sexually frustrated, so many female students objectively had needs. What difference does it make who you sleep with?

But most importantly, the boss was very skilled. This was what my girlfriend told me later. My boss first took advantage of my girlfriend one summer. He asked her to attend a seminar at a national laboratory. At that time, my girlfriend and I were already living together. After I left, I had to ask a senior female student to drive her grocery shopping every week, as she didn't have a driver's license yet. One day, a large shopping mall nearby had a Clifford cosmetics promotion. My girlfriend really wanted to go and went to our department to find that senior student (a large part of our lab is in the basement, where there's no cell phone signal). She wanted to ask her to go with her, but couldn't find her. Luckily, we ran into my boss, who offered to drive her.

After buying the cosmetics, we happened to see an Express store having a sale, and my girlfriend couldn't resist going in to look around. My boss followed behind. Because it was weekday, the store was nearly empty. My girlfriend picked out a few dresses and went into the fitting room, while my boss waited outside.

My girlfriend found a short dress she really liked, but when she tried it on, the zipper at the back caught her hair. The zipper just wouldn't budge. My girlfriend tried several times, but to no avail. Finally, she

had no choice but to ask the shop owner outside for help. The owner, who seemed overjoyed, rushed into the fitting room. The short skirt was low-cut and strapless, perfectly accentuating my girlfriend's sexy figure. Because of the bridal bra underneath, she

wasn't wearing a bra, and the owner could easily see the side of her full, delicate breasts from behind. I wonder if the owner was a little perverted, because it seemed the back view aroused his lust even more. While he was pretending to help my girlfriend zip up the skirt, he suddenly hugged her from behind.

He gently pecked at her... His girlfriend's earlobes, her most sensitive spot; he gently rubbed her breasts through her skirt. She was stunned. By the time she realized what was happening and tried to resist, her large breasts were firmly grasped in his hands, her nipples hardened by his manipulation. Her resistance was almost symbolic, as he had already rendered her limp. He slowly kissed her white neck, one hand expertly stimulating her nipples and areolas, the other continuing its downward movement, effortlessly reaching her vulva through her underwear.

He wasn't in a hurry to penetrate her; he patiently rubbed her labia gently through her underwear. Soon… The girlfriend was already wet, so the shopkeeper slipped his hand inside her panties and continued rubbing until she was overflowing with vaginal fluid. Only then did he gently knead her clitoris. By this time, she was powerless to resist and completely at his mercy.

But the shopkeeper didn't rush. He simply squatted down, making her lean forward, and pulled down her panties from behind. He continued stimulating her clitoris with his fingers while lightly inserting them into her vagina. At the same time, he began

licking her labia minora and perineum. The poor girlfriend couldn't bear it and couldn't help but moan.

However, this moaning alerted the shop assistant, who knocked on the fitting room door and asked, "Eve rythingsok?" The girlfriend snapped out of her daze, hurriedly straightening her clothes. Once the shop assistant was out of sight, she quickly

pushed the shopkeeper out, but she didn't notice that he had already stuffed her lace panties and bra into his jeans pocket…

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So I always managed to get home early, but my senior colleague had a much tougher time. Their project was a collaboration with the Electronic Engineering Department, and their equipment broke down once, requiring them to find someone else to fix it, which caused a significant delay and put them far behind schedule. They had to work overtime every night to catch up. So, almost every night it was just me and his wife at home. This situation inevitably made me restless. Especially after my senior colleague's wife and I got to know each other better, her attire at home became increasingly casual. She never wore a bra, just a t-shirt or a nightgown. Although she appeared fully covered, the occasional bending over would always reveal a glimpse of her alluring pink breasts.

Once, she was lying on the sofa, reading a magazine and eating snacks, her elbows propping her forward, the short sleeves of her t-shirt revealing her ample bosom without any hesitation.

At night, my senior always came home very late, went straight to sleep, leaving his beautiful wife alone beside him, unable to sleep. So I could always hear her masturbating, those alluring moans kept me tossing and turning, unable to sleep. She had a habit of cleaning herself in the bathroom after masturbating before going to sleep, and after she came out, I would always sneak in, pick up her soaking wet panties, play with them carefully, and then ejaculate on them…

Although I had the urge to have sex with her countless times, I always restrained myself because there was never a good opportunity. Until summer vacation was almost over.

I arrived at school a month early, during summer vacation, but my unscrupulous boss immediately put me to work. Just before the start of the new semester, the English tutoring class my senior's wife was attending was also closing down. That tutoring class was set up during the summer vacation specifically to train international students and their families in English listening, speaking, reading, and writing. Firstly, it was to help them with their lives in the US, and secondly, because some international students needed to take a TA exam, which required passing an oral exam. Since their class was about to graduate, some classmates suggested holding a party.

I don't know the details of the party, but I know my senior definitely couldn't go that day. Not only could he not go, but he also had to work overtime all night. One of their samples, from start to finish and ready for testing, took at least 10 hours. The sample they made that afternoon had some problems and was unusable. The boss was furious and made them redo it, so their group had to work overtime. Therefore, only my senior's wife went to the party. I ran into her in the hallway when she left, coming back from school. She was wearing a sexy, tight top, a black mini-skirt, and the strap of her red bra deliberately peeking out from her white shoulders, giving her a cute yet alluring look.

Someone was picking her up downstairs in a car. I peeked out the window and saw it was a Latino man.

I was alone in the room again. I thought of the photo album in my senior's bedside table again, wanting to look at more pictures of his wife. Excitedly, I entered their room and found his wife's clothes scattered haphazardly on the bed, including a pair of transparent yellow panties. Seriously, you don't need to try on clothes like that for a party!

I went to their bedside table and excitedly pulled out the last drawer. Perhaps because I was so eager, I actually pulled the drawer out completely! As I tried to put it back, I suddenly noticed something in the gap between the last drawer and the bottom of the bedside table.

Curiosity drove me to investigate. First, I pulled out a palm-sized round box. Opening it, I found a jewelry box containing a ring, a bracelet, and a necklace—things I'd never seen my senior's wife wear before. I figured they were probably quite valuable. Setting the jewelry box aside, I continued rummaging and found another pair of panties. I looked at it carefully, but there was nothing special about it; it probably fell off the back of the top drawer by accident.

Then I felt something hard. I took it out and saw it was a beautifully bound booklet. The cover had a photo of my senior's wife and the inscription: "Sculpting Youth."

I casually flipped it open—damn, it was a photo album! A completely nude photo album!

[The End]

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