Swimming pool wife

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During summer vacation, the school assigned me to work there. I only worked in the mornings; after noon, I stayed at school to study until about 7 or 8 pm before resting to avoid being locked out. One evening, I left the office and went to the parking area. I saw a mother struggling to pull her scooter out (there was a child next to her), so I helped her. I quickly pulled the scooter out, and the mother kept thanking me. I casually mentioned how cute the child was, waiting patiently beside her (the child was just wandering around in circles). The mother smiled, probably because her child was being praised. It was dark, but I just thought the mother's smile was very beautiful. We said goodbye and left. The next evening at the same time, I saw the same woman struggling to pull her scooter again, so I went to help her. The child was also waiting nearby. The woman kept laughing and saying how annoying it was that her scooter always got stuck. I explained that it was because the school was under construction, and the workers parked scooters in this area; it just so happened that she always parked here. He was curious how I knew, so I introduced myself to her, explaining that I worked at the school. She politely bowed and greeted me as a teacher, which made me feel a little embarrassed. I casually asked her surname, and she said it was Chen, so I called her Mrs. Chen. We chatted for a bit and I learned that Mrs. Chen lived not far from the school. I told her that I also lived near the school and stayed there just to study. Later, a child nearby started fussing about wanting to go home to use the restroom, so we said goodbye for the time being. I didn't see Mrs. Chen for the next two days until Friday evening. As I was leaving the school gate, I saw Mrs. Chen preparing to leave alone, but this time she wasn't riding her scooter. I went over to greet her, and she smiled and responded. That's when I took a closer look at her: capri pants, a red short-sleeved shirt, wet hair, fair skin, cute, smiling eyes, and athletic sandals—basically, she looked like an older woman, except she didn't look that old. I said, "Mrs. Chen, where are the children? And did you bring your scooter?" She smiled and said that she came swimming alone today; if she were alone, she would have walked. We chatted briefly at the school gate. It turned out her husband owned a pharmacy in the area, and their child was six. She helped out at the pharmacy during the day and brought her child to swimming lessons in the evenings. I remarked on how impressive it was that such a young child could swim, and she explained that she was always there with the child, sometimes even swimming herself. I asked if her husband accompanied her, and she revealed that he couldn't swim at all. I told her I was a substitute teacher, only teaching for a year before leaving, and that I had to take an exam next year. Our conversation mainly revolved around practical matters like where I would take the exam, how difficult it was to become a teacher, and how challenging it was to teach students. Half an hour passed quickly, and we said goodbye. The following week, I occasionally ran into Mrs. Chen again. A few days ago, she had also brought her child, and we greeted each other. It was strange; I didn't know what I was expecting. Then, on Friday, I met Mrs. Chen again. She was alone, dressed almost identically, except for her athletic sandals. This time, she left half an hour earlier than last week, and we started chatting. Looking at the flower bed nearby, I pointed there and said, "Mrs. Chen, would you like to sit down and chat?" Mrs. Chen nodded and went over. Mrs. Chen asked what school I graduated from, and I realized we went to the same private university. Mrs. Chen smiled and patted my shoulder, telling me to call her "senior sister." This was the first time she had touched me, and she was very comfortable and open. I said, "Senior sister, did you marry your husband after graduation?" Mrs. Chen said yes, and added that she was a "yellow-faced woman" (meaning she was probably in her twenties or thirties). I said, "Senior sister, you're so polite. You don't look like you've been married for long; you're very young and lively." I even pointed to her athletic sandals and said, "Look how sunny you are." Mrs. Chen kept laughing. Actually, I didn't know what she was laughing at, but I took the opportunity to glance at her calves. Her calves weren't very thin; they were a bit fleshy, but I thought they were beautiful and pretty. Skinny feet are ugly. Mrs. Chen asked what my girlfriend was doing. I sighed and said, "We broke up a long time ago!" Why? Because she fell for another guy. Mrs. Chen said, "Oh, it's okay!" With such good qualities, I'm not afraid of not finding someone. I'll wait until I get into university so my ex-girlfriend can come back and apologize. It was quite natural for me to tell her about my failed relationship. Looking back, it's really strange. The conversation then turned to how things were at university. She started reminiscing about her university days, seemingly longing for those happy times. I said, "No, you're married now and very happy. Your husband supports you, and you have children." Mrs. Chen smiled and said that's true. Her family relationships are pretty good; at least her husband hasn't cheated. We both laughed at this. I asked Mrs. Chen if she often went swimming. She said yes! Maintaining her figure after having children is hard work, so she often goes swimming. Mrs. Chen also asked me what kind of exercise I usually do. I said jogging, and sometimes swimming, although I'm actually a terrible swimmer. Mrs. Chen immediately patted her chest and said, "I'll teach you, senior," acting like she had my back. Whether she was joking or not, I felt a warm glow inside. My girlfriend leaving me had taken a long time to heal from the pain, but Mrs. Chen's talkativeness and generosity made me feel comforted. Soon it was late, and we said goodbye for several nights and a few more pleasantries. Then, on Friday, we chatted alone. I asked her if she came swimming every Saturday. She said not necessarily, but she would come the next day. I half-jokingly said that I was going swimming the next day, and Mrs. Chen remembered her promise to teach me. I had no choice but to agree. Back home, I frantically dug out my swim trunks and swim cap. I was so nervous that night I almost couldn't sleep, and I greeted Saturday morning in a half-awake state. The next morning around 7:30, I arrived at the entrance just as she walked over. Her outfit was slightly different this time: a ponytail, a casual white short-sleeved shirt, and a knee-length denim skirt revealing her fair legs, with a shoulder bag. The only constant was her pair of athletic sandals. We had both already eaten breakfast, so we went straight to the pool. In the changing room, we changed together—ah! No way, I'm fantasizing! We changed separately. When I came out, I was really embarrassed, looking like a skinny chicken. I did have some chest muscles, though, thankfully I'd lost a little weight after breaking up with my girlfriend, so I could see some abs from certain angles. Then Mrs. Chen appeared, looking like an alien (white swimming cap, dark blue one-piece swimsuit with shorts, and huge goggles). We went to the pool together. Actually, I didn't swim for long because I got a cramp, but I discovered that Mrs. Chen was an amazing swimmer, flipping and turning like a female dragon in the water. I was truly impressed. She tried to teach me breathing techniques, but frankly, I wasn't really paying attention. I was just stealing glances at her heaving chest—probably a B-cup! Later, I asked if we should leave, and Mrs. Chen nodded in agreement. We left the pool, and she still had wet hair. I said, "Mrs. Chen, aren't you going to dry your hair?" Unfortunately, the hairdryer broke, so we went outside together. Once outside, I don't know where I got the courage, I asked her if she wanted to come to my place to dry her hair—it wasn't far. To my surprise, she hesitated for a moment, then readily agreed, much to my astonishment. On the way, I made small talk, feeling a tingling sensation on my scalp, a tightness in my face, and my speech becoming somewhat incoherent. We soon arrived downstairs, and as soon as I opened the door, I led her upstairs. Mrs. Chen was very quiet; I couldn't even hear her breathing. Then I invited her into my suite. She was a little surprised that the room wasn't messy, laughing and saying, "Teacher, you haven't left your clothes lying around!" I said I'd kept that in good order, and then handed her the hairdryer; her hair dried quite quickly. We sat there chatting, talking about swimming that day. Mrs. Chen also laughed, saying I should practice more, as getting cramps so easily wasn't good. Later, as we chatted more comfortably, I slipped onto the bed and sat down. The whole bed softened as soon as I sat down, and Mrs. Chen asked if it was a memory foam mattress. I said yes, and asked if I wanted to sit on it. She came over and sat down, and we were only one person apart. I could feel her breathing, and her breath had a faint fragrance. After a few seconds of silence, I gently moved closer and couldn't resist kissing Mrs. Chen's cheek. Mrs. Chen froze instantly, her eyes fixed to the side, her head slightly lowered, her mouth tightly shut, very quiet. Then, I moved closer again, this time wanting to kiss her lips, but she dodged. Mrs. Chen: "You… oh! That's so embarrassing…" She hunched her right shoulder, looking very uncomfortable. "Um… I'm sorry, I couldn't help myself." Another silence followed, and our breathing became a little loud. Mrs. Chen said, "Oh, what are you doing! You're panting so much." I said, "Am I?" My heart was pounding. Right in front of me was a fair-skinned, pleasing woman. She was sitting on the bed, her skirt pulled back a few centimeters, revealing a lot of her fair thighs. I stole glances at her feet, which kept shrinking inwards. Then I leaned in and kissed her cheek. Mrs. Chen just stared blankly as I kissed her. I then moved down to her fair neck, where some hair still clung to her hair. I secretly noticed her eyes were closed, then her collarbone. My hands also began to wander restlessly over Mrs. Chen's arms. She started to moan softly. In my excitement, I reached down to her thighs. They were so soft and tender. As I slid my hand inwards, I reached her inner thigh. At that moment, Mrs. Chen suddenly stopped me from going any further. Mrs. Chen: "No! This isn't right!" she said, shaking her head. Me: "I...I know...but...!" Mrs. Chen:"No, I'm married. This is terrible. I feel so sorry for my husband, really!" We sat there, both of us panting. I held onto Mrs. Chen's arms, neither of us moving. I also felt awkward, so I said, "Okay, how about I take care of it myself? Then nothing will happen." Mrs. Chen immediately stood up and said, "Then you do it yourself, I'll leave." I grabbed her and said, "Don't go... I... I'll just watch you, and then I'll do it myself." Mrs. Chen: "Oh... what do we do now..." I didn't say anything, just took out my penis and started stroking it. I gestured for her to sit down, but actually I was staring at her white thighs while masturbating. I also pulled her denim skirt further inside. Mrs. Chen looked at the person next to her awkwardly, sitting sideways like a mannequin. Later, she slowly turned her head to peek at me masturbating. Mrs. Chen: "Your... it's so swollen... so red..." Me: "...Mmm..."
(I was too busy shooting to respond). She was probably talking about my glans. Actually, my size is just average, about 14 centimeters. The only notable feature is that my glans isn't small. My ex-girlfriend had said the same thing. Mrs. Chen just stared directly at my penis. After staring for a while, she suddenly bent down and took my glans into her mouth. I was startled by this action, both excited and surprised, and felt some fluid coming out. Mrs. Chen: "No... I... I just wanted to..." Me: "Um... not enough... could you... help me a little more..." Mrs. Chen didn't refuse and sat down and bent over to give me oral sex. Her movements were very light, and I didn't feel much, but I really admired her flexibility. I stopped stroking, and she took it in deeper. I glanced at her breasts inside her collar. Maybe it was because she was bent over, but they looked so white and big! The cleavage between her breasts was very obvious, so I put my hand inside and touched Mrs. Chen's breasts. They felt so heavy when I touched them, and this rubbing made Mrs. Chen moan. Then, not long after, I stopped caring and pulled Mrs. Chen up (she even made a popping sound when her mouth left my penis). I started to take off her shirt, and Mrs. Chen raised her hands to cooperate with me. Then we started kissing directly, and this time it was really intense. After my tongue went in, her tongue came out, and we started French kissing, feeling each other's heavy breathing. Later, the movements became more and more intense. I reached back and unhooked her bra, and Mrs. Chen's pair of white and full breasts were presented in front of me, beyond my expectations! Not just a C cup, almost a D cup! I put my lips to her nipples and sucked on them. Mrs. Chen started to moan, her voice more delicate and feminine than her usual bossy voice. Later, I simply kneaded Mrs. Chen's breasts with both hands, pressed her down on the bed, and sucked and licked them. I only remember that her nipples were very long and erect. A few minutes later, I put my hand inside her skirt to explore her garden, and I was shocked! Her panties were very wet, and I could see her love juice through them. I kept circling and teasing her with my fingers. Mrs. Chen: "Ah...no, no...that's too much...ahhh...ahhh!" As if encouraged, I pulled off her denim skirt along with her underwear. She arched her back to cooperate with me. Mrs. Chen was completely naked at this moment. Her skin was so white and translucent, and her slightly plump figure was that of a mature woman. I opened her thighs and briefly examined her vulva. Mrs. Chen blushed and covered her face with her hands, telling me not to keep looking there. Mrs. Chen had some stretch marks on her waist, but there were no wrinkles. I leaned over and pressed my lips directly against her labia. There was no smell of urine there at all; in fact, it smelled a little sweet. I stuck out my tongue and started licking her clitoris to give her oral sex. Mrs. Chen covered her face and screamed very loudly! But after a few moments, she stopped me from continuing oral sex because she said it was too stimulating and uncomfortable. Then I took off my shirt, sweatpants, and underwear, and prepared to have sex with Mrs. Chen. Mrs. Chen: "You...you...wait a minute!!" Me: "Is it...is it still not okay?" Mrs. Chen: "You...can you put on a condom first...?" It turned out I had to put on a condom first! "
Overjoyed" doesn't even begin to describe the feeling! I immediately ran to rummage around and found an unopened Okamoto condom box deep in the drawer. My hands trembled slightly as I opened it (I was so excited). After finally getting it out, I quickly put it on (it was so tight! I felt even bigger than before!). To start making love with Mrs. Chen, I spread her legs, ready to thrust in. Mrs. Chen: "Wait! Wait! Let's not...ah...don't put it in...ahhh...ahhh...!" She tried to stop me again, but I was already blinded by lust and didn't care!
I lifted my penis and thrust into her already soaking wet vagina, sliding in without any resistance. She was really soaking wet; after only a few thrusts, there was a wet sound. And so, I began piston-like movements on Mrs. Chen. As soon as Mrs. Chen removed her hands from her face, I leaned in and French kissed her. She was so sexy during sex! She kept looking at me with a furrowed brow, but her moans were deafening, almost unbearable. I lifted her captivatingly white legs and thrust deeper. She covered her mouth with her hands to keep her voice down, so alluring. We made love in the normal position for over ten minutes, then I lifted Mrs. Chen up, positioning her in a lotus position facing me. I held her full buttocks with both hands and began to push and pull, thrusting in and out. She wrapped her arms around my neck, moaning louder and more excitedly. Mrs. Chen: "Ah...wait! Wait...I'm coming...coming...ah...coming...
ah...ah!" She pressed her lower back against me, tilting her head back to stop moaning, "Ah...ah...ah...ah...ah...ah...!" "Then she collapsed and screamed! I was so stunned by her violent reaction that I didn't dare to move. Me: 'Are you... are you alright?' Mrs. Chen: 'Hmm... oh...' Finally, I came to my senses and felt her vagina contracting (it had been very slippery before, so I didn't feel anything). It seemed she had really orgasmed. After she felt comfortable for a while, I turned Mrs. Chen over and started having sex with her from behind. Mrs. Chen was in a 'tiger landing' position, clutching the sheets, burying her head in the pillow, and starting to moan loudly again. Her fair back was bulging, and her spine was very obvious. I held her waist and kept thrusting. The sounds of 'slap slap... slap slap...' filled the room. This position was easy and could be done for a long time, so Mrs. Chen was constantly being thrust into, until her voice became a little hoarse. Later, Mrs. Chen slowly got up, and I leaned over and kissed her with my tongue. She turned her head and stuck out her tongue to intertwine with mine. We maintained this position and continued to make love." Mrs. Chen: "Oh...you...you...haven't you wanted to cum yet...ah...ah...ah...
so good...so good...you're so amazing...ah...ah...ah...ah...so good!" I was really happy she praised me, but I don't consider myself to have a very strong sex drive. I thought she was the kind of woman who could orgasm easily, at least my ex-girlfriend never praised me like that. Suddenly, I envied her husband for being able to have sex with her every day until he was satisfied. "Who's stronger, me or your husband?!" "Am I bigger and thicker than your husband?!"
"Call me husband, hurry up and call me!" I said, rubbing Mrs. Chen's breasts while thinking about saying those lewd things to tease her, but I held back. I was actually a little afraid that if she heard it, she would turn on me and refuse to have sex with me. ...But I still wanted to say it. Me: "Huff huff huff...call me husband..." I said very reluctantly. Mrs. Chen: "Husband! Husband! Husband...you're so good, husband...oh oh...oh...husband, I love you so much...I love you so much, husband...ah ah...ah...!" My God! This woman is amazing! She's even more into it than me. Mrs. Chen: "Husband...I'm coming again...ah...coming, coming...ah ah...!" Mrs. Chen tilted her head back forcefully, and I could strongly feel that she really had an orgasm. Then, as her vagina clenched and I was still moving, I really felt my penis being tightened by her vagina. After a few thrusts, I also had pleasure and couldn't help but ejaculate! This ejaculation felt so good and amazing! I didn't care about my male image and screamed very loudly. *Phew...I'm done...* I gently pulled out my penis, removed the condom (I ejaculated so much...oh my god), and watched Mrs. Chen's body rise and fall with her heavy breathing. I turned her around, kissed her, and then held her tightly. We were both panting and quiet for a while. Mrs. Chen: "Phew...oh...oh...how did we make love...I'm doomed...it's all your fault...I hate you...I'm doomed...what do we do now...oh, I'm so sorry to my husband...I feel so guilty...!" Me: "I'm sorry...!" That was all I could say at this point. She has a husband and children, and I slept with her. It was really awful and terrible. But the pleasure hadn't faded yet, so I didn't feel guilty; instead, I was unusually excited. Mrs. Chen slowly got up and sat there, lost in thought. I just lay there watching her and asked, rather idiotically, "Was it good?" Mrs. Chen: "I...I don't know...!" I think she's angry. That's terrible. Mrs. Chen: "I...I don't know...Actually, I also have orgasms with my husband. He's quite strong, but...the first time I had an orgasm, it came so quickly and so intensely...whoosh..." I was actually a little pleased. I got up and kissed her thigh, then squeezed her breast. After I kissed her, Mrs. Chen moved away and stood up to ask if she could use the bathroom. She wanted to take a shower. That's when I noticed she was covered in sweat, looking beautiful with her wet, white skin. I said yes, and she slowly walked to the bathroom and closed the door. I thought for a moment, then got up and went to the bathroom door, knocked, and asked if I could shower with her. Perhaps because we had already done it once, she had let her guard down and opened the door with a "sure" to let me in. Entering the bathroom, Mrs. Chen and I were both naked. I picked up the shower gel and said this would work, then squeezed some out and applied it to her body. She lathered it up herself, and I asked Mrs. Chen to squeeze some out and apply it to my back. She did so, gently scrubbing my back with her hands. She washed me very carefully, making me suddenly feel like I was being washed by an older sister (or a nanny). I turned around and started applying the shower gel to her breasts. She laughed and flinched, saying it was so itchy! Hearing her say that, I leaned in and kissed her again. We were both covered in soap, slippery and cuddling together. We French kissed and rubbed against each other, and as we rubbed, Mrs. Chen's thighs pressed together, and soon my penis became erect again. I was masturbating myself, and then, getting really excited, I quickly fixed the showerhead to the wall. I pulled Mrs. Chen over so we could both rinse off the soap suds, then turned her around and, standing there, lifted my hard penis again and started thrusting into her from behind. Mrs. Chen didn't ask me to wear a condom; she cooperated with the doggy style, actively pushing me back with her hips, and her moans filled the entire bathroom (echoing beautifully). The shower water kept hitting us, and Mrs. Chen's hair was all wet. This scene was so passionate! I thrust harder and faster than I had on the bed, and she moaned louder and more wildly! Mrs. Chen: "Ah...ah...you're so amazing, so strong...ah...so good...
so good!" Later, the hot water kept running, filling the room with steam. I turned off the water, and all that remained were the sounds of flesh colliding. My hands roamed over Mrs. Chen's body—breasts, nipples, lower body, waist, hips, thighs—I touched everything I could. I felt incredibly excited then, but now a chill ran through me. The thought of my own wife being treated like that by another man in the bathroom, her body touched so thoroughly, I couldn't bear the shock… After ten minutes, Mrs. Chen seemed a little tired. She turned to me and asked if I couldn't ejaculate. I said yes! I had already ejaculated once, so it was really hard to ejaculate a second time. Mrs. Chen: "Or... should I help you...?" Me: "Uh... how will you help me?"
Mrs. Chen: "I'll give you a blowjob...!" Mrs. Chen turned around and squatted down, grabbed my penis and took it into her mouth. This time I could feel Mrs. Chen sucking with her mouth. I looked down and saw her breasts and thighs. I really wanted to pinch them, but at this time I could only stand up and enjoy the service. After a while, she grabbed it with her hand and quickly stroked it, while her mouth lightly took the glans in and her tongue kept swirling around the urethral opening! Me: "Oh... you're so good at blowjobs... oh oh oh...!" Suddenly, pleasure filled my entire lower body. I thought I was going to ejaculate! It felt so good!! I wanted to quickly pull out my penis to avoid ejaculating in Mrs. Chen's mouth, so I ejaculated directly to the side, but I was still a step too slow. I ejaculated as soon as I pulled out! This ejaculation sprayed all over Mrs. Chen's face! Mrs. Chen: "Hey... what are you doing... hey... you're so annoying... ouch...!" I quickly grabbed some tissues to wipe her clean. My feelings were a mix of apology and a little mischief; I'd made her wash her face again. After her shower, we didn't talk much. Mrs. Chen quickly dressed and left. Before leaving, I went over and kissed her goodbye. She kissed me back and went downstairs. What should I say? I had a feeling we'd never see each other again. Sure enough, I never saw Mrs. Chen again, not even when she was bringing her child. That's for the best. I no longer had the right to appear before her. Her departure gave us a way out after our mistake. I think this passionate sexual experience might become a secret Mrs. Chen keeps hidden deep inside after returning to her family, to her husband and children, forever and ever. For me, although looking back only brings endless emptiness, without Mrs. Chen that summer, I wouldn't have been able to escape the shadow of my ex-girlfriend's infidelity
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