Slave Teacher's Wife

Chapter 1 Doubt and Uncertainty

My name is Mu Lin, I'm 30 years old. I studied computer technology in college and passed the police exam in 2005 to manage traffic and city cameras. So, unlike the stereotypical image of a policeman, I'm not strong and powerful; in fact, you could say I'm somewhat frail.

In 2006, through my supervisor's introduction, I met my current wife, Zhuang Mei. She's a year younger than me and is a middle school Chinese teacher at a prestigious school in our city. The first time I saw her, I was deeply attracted by her beautiful face, tall figure, and gentle, elegant temperament. I knew then that she would be the love of my life .

Even after so many years of marriage, I still remember our wedding night. I woke up in the middle of the night, drunk, and gently kissed my wife. She shyly reciprocated. We kissed each other, and one of my hands slowly moved towards her high breasts, my thumb and forefinger teasing the two cute, rosy nipples. My other hand moved up her long, slender thigh to the base of her leg.

My wife suddenly tightened her thighs, clamping my hand between them, and shyly shook her head, "No...don't touch...there." I couldn't help but bury my face in her breasts, my lips tracing the soft, white orbs down to her nipples and then taking them into my mouth. My wife quickly became weak and breathless. Gradually, my hand slipped between her legs, touching her already slightly moist vulva. I gently teased her clitoris, circling it around the entrance of her vagina, and soon a gush of sticky, lustful fluid gushed out, covering my fingers. I realized then how sensitive my wife's body was.

"No...don't do that, I...it's so...uncomfortable...I can't...take it...anymore, husband ," I said, but I didn't stop. Instead, I used my hands to spread her legs, wanting to observe my wife's genitals up close.

At this moment, my wife suddenly protested, sobbing with tears in her eyes, "You...you...you're...humiliating...me, what...what do you take me for?"

Her long, beautiful legs tightly clamped my hand, her hands covering her face, her body convulsing. I quickly pulled my hand away and coaxed her for a while before she got back into the mood.

As I lifted her legs onto my arms, my long-erect penis just entered her vagina when my wife frowned slightly and gasped, "Gently...gently...it hurts..." But her wet, slippery vagina tightly enveloped my penis, and I couldn't resist thrusting it in. My penis was only halfway in when it was blocked by a soft membrane.

I was both surprised and delighted; I knew it was my wife's hymen. With a forceful thrust, my penis seemed to enter another space. My wife let out a muffled groan, and tears streamed down her face. It broke my heart to see her like this, and I kept kissing her lips and forehead, trying to distract her.

After a while, my wife still had her brows furrowed. "Does it hurt a lot? Maybe we should stop," I said, and started to pull out. Hearing this, my wife reached out and hugged my waist, burying her head in my chest and whispering in a barely audible voice, "It...it just...it hurt a little when I came in...but now...it's much...much better now. You...you can...you can move."

Hearing my wife's words, I felt like I had received a divine decree and began to slowly thrust in and out. As my wife also reached her peak, my movements became faster and faster, and

my wife began to moan and groan, "Mmm...ah...mmm! Slow...slower...ah..." My penis slid in and out of my wife's vagina, each entry hitting my wife's cervix and causing her body to tremble.

Actually, my penis is not very big, even somewhat short compared to a normal man's, but my wife's vagina is relatively shallow, making it easy to reach her cervix.

Although I have not yet penetrated my wife's uterus, partly because my wife is very shy and uncooperative in bed, but mainly because my penis's capabilities are limited. Even so, because my wife's cervix was so tight and sensitive, it would tighten as soon as it was touched, as if there was a mouth inside sucking and rubbing my penis, which felt incredibly pleasurable.

I breathed heavily and thrust my penis in and out rapidly, occasionally lowering my head to suck on her nipples. My wife's lust surged, and her mature yet slightly immature body writhed beneath me like a snake.

After thirty or forty thrusts, I couldn't help but thrust deep into her vagina, trembling as I ejaculated against her cervix.

At that moment, my wife, her eyes gleaming with desire, let out a passionate moan, "Mmm...ah...mmm, I'm...I'm going to fly...up."

Her head was held high, her back arched, her vulva pressed tightly against my hips, rubbing up and down forcefully. Her whole body convulsed beneath me, her hands gripping the sheets tightly, her legs squeezing my waist. I felt her vagina contracting violently in waves, her cervix sucking at my glans like a small mouth. Even after I ejaculated, her vagina still gripped my penis, contracting and squeezing, as if trying to drain every last drop of semen.

Looking at the red spots on the sheets, I held my wife and fell asleep happily.

Married life was blissful and sweet. A little over a year later, the birth of our son brought me the joy of becoming a father for the first time. My wife's silent support and encouragement gave me the confidence and courage to climb the ladder of success. In less than five years, I rose steadily through the ranks, eventually becoming the deputy director of the Public Security Bureau.

The greater the power, the more work there is. It's always meetings or training sessions; I'm never home.

Four months ago, I received a notice from my superiors to attend a six-month training course for young cadres in the provincial capital. In reality, this kind of training happens every two or three years—it's just a formality to facilitate future promotions.

After picking up my wife and son from work, I drove home, thinking about how I'd be gone for six months, and couldn't help but sigh, "Wife, you've worked so hard these past two years! I'm busy outside all day and haven't been able to take care of the kids, and you've even taken care of both sets of parents..."

Before I could finish, my wife interrupted me with a laugh, "What are you saying! You're busy outside for the sake of this family. Just focus on your work; I'll take care of things at home. Besides, I'm hoping to become a high-ranking official's wife!" My son, not yet five, chimed in, "Oh! Daddy's a high-ranking official, Mommy's an official's wife, I want to be one too! I want to be an official's son, okay, Mommy?" His innocent words made my wife and me laugh heartily.

The next day, my wife and I hugged each other tightly, reluctant to put our son down. Finally, seeing that it was almost time, we said goodbye to them and left home.

During my studies in the provincial capital, I called my wife every night. One evening, I had a social engagement, so I called her around 4 PM.

"Beep...beep...beep..." It took a long time for her to answer.

Accompanied by the faint sound of running water, she said, "Hello! Honey, Wh...what's up?" "Oh, nothing, just some classmates from my training class are going out to dinner tonight, so I called you early. I won't call you later."

She said, panting. "Oh...um...ah, then...then you should drink less alcohol...ah," I asked, puzzled. "Honey, what are you doing? Why do you sound so strange? You're panting so much." After a few seconds, she deliberately suppressed her gasps and replied, "Huff!...I just... just did yoga with Sister Wu, and I was...getting ready to take a bath, so I...I rushed to answer...answer your call...I was a little rushed." "Oh! Then be careful with your movements, don't get hurt..."

I rambled on for a while, then heard my wife let out a sound that was like a scream or a groan, "Ugh...ah..." I quickly asked what was wrong, and my wife mumbled a few words, saying that the bathwater had overflowed, and used taking a bath as an excuse to urge me to hang up the phone.

I started to have some doubts. When did my wife start doing yoga? She doesn't really like exercising.

But then I thought of Wu Wei, the "Sister Wu" my wife mentioned, and it made sense. Wu Wei and my wife are the same age, just a few months apart. They were classmates in college and went to work at the same school. Wu Wei is my wife's best friend, and she and my wife were known as the two beauties of their school. I've met her a couple of times; she seems very aloof and unapproachable, like a queen, but she's very good to my wife and is my son's godmother. My wife says her marriage isn't very happy.

I originally thought the next six months would be filled with monotonous studying, but after less than four months, the boss suddenly decided to give us a week off, and everyone hurriedly left upon receiving the notice. I rushed home, having bought a plane ticket for a 7 PM flight, expecting to arrive home after 10 PM. I initially thought of calling my wife, but then decided to surprise her, changing my mind. However, I didn't expect to surprise myself instead of my wife.

I left the airport at 10:30 PM and took a taxi home. Soon, the taxi arrived at the entrance of my apartment complex. I got out, paid the fare, and looked up at my apartment window. It was dark, no lights. I checked my watch; it was almost 11 PM. I thought my wife and son should be asleep by now!

I opened the door. Everything seemed normal, except it was quiet and empty. Turning on the light, I saw the flowers in the vase were withered and fallen, and a layer of dust had accumulated on the table. It looked like my wife and son hadn't been home for almost a month.

Strange, where did my wife and son go? I was a little worried. I called my wife first, but her phone was switched off. Then I called my mother-in-law's house. My mother-in-law answered and told me that my wife had dropped our son off at her school more than two weeks ago and left, saying she was very busy with school work. She had been staying at the school for several weekends in a row, and hadn't even come home when our son was sick, only calling home to check on him.

I felt gloomy when I hung up. Judging from the time my mother-in-law said, my wife had sent our son to her parents' house and hadn't been home for almost a month, staying at the school. It wasn't the start of the semester or the end of the term, so she shouldn't have been busy. What was she doing? I thought, "I'll go to her school tomorrow and find out." Thinking about this, I fell asleep.

The next day, I woke up around 11 a.m., ate something, and got in the car to drive to my wife's school. Although my wife's school is a prestigious one, it's not in the city center, about a 40-minute drive away, so the school provides each teacher with a temporary apartment. After some traffic, I arrived at my wife's school after midnight.

As soon as I got out of the car, I saw my wife's car parked downstairs. I called her as I walked, asking her to open the door. She opened it as soon as I reached the door. Her face was flushed, her shirt unbuttoned, revealing large expanses of skin and her prominent breasts almost popping out.

"What are you doing? What's wrong?" I asked, frowning.

"I was… oh, I was just sleeping," my wife hesitated before replying.

I walked further in, saying, "Why are you sleeping in the middle of the day…" Before I could finish, I saw a man's jacket on the sofa and immediately sensed something was wrong. Before I could ask anything, someone knocked on the door. I opened it to find Zhou Qiang, the PE teacher from next door.

Because her back was to my wife, she didn't see her sigh of relief and frantically gesturing to him. "Brother Mu, you're here too! I came to check if my clothes were here. I forgot my keys this morning, so I borrowed your balcony to climb over and open the door," Zhou Qiang said, scratching his head and grinning at my wife.

Hearing Zhou Qiang's words, his wife quickly handed him her coat from the sofa. "Teacher Zhou, here's your coat.

" Zhou Qiang took the coat. "Thank you for your trouble, Sister Zhuang. I always bother you when I forget my keys." His wife forced a smile. "It's alright, but remember to bring your keys next time. Climbing over the balcony is too dangerous." "Thank you for your concern, Sister Zhuang. I'll head back now, Brother Mu." With that, Zhou Qiang turned and went back.

Zhou Qiang, who lived next door, was a physical education teacher who had been working at his wife's school for less than half a year. He was over 1.9 meters tall, weighed over 180 kilograms, and had a very muscular build. He looked quite sunny.

This interruption distracted me from my anger at seeing my wife disheveled and a man's coat in the house, but I still felt a vague unease and suspicion.

However, thinking of my wife's quiet support for me and her dedication to the family, and how she, coming from a scholarly family, was always very passive in bed with me, even after several years of marriage, we would only maintain one position in bed. Changing positions required a lot of pleading before she would comply. Unless I saw it with my own eyes, I really couldn't find any reason to doubt her.

My wife was overjoyed to see me return. In the afternoon, after picking up our son from school, the family went out for dinner, and then took him to the amusement park. The little guy laughed non-stop until evening, and the whole family was enjoying themselves. Before we even got home, our son fell asleep in the car, and my wife went to the bathroom to shower first.

After I finished showering, I went into the bedroom and found my wife already in bed, covered with the blanket. I got into bed and skillfully undid her nightgown, caressing her plump buttocks and teasing her high breasts, while kissing her from the back of her neck to her earlobe, gently biting it and teasingly saying, "Hmm! You've grown even bigger."

My wife shyly punched my shoulder, turned around, and gently responded to my kisses, twisting her body in response to my caresses. Perhaps it was because she hadn't done it in a while and wanted it, but I felt she was much more proactive than usual today. I thought this was a good thing; maybe I could even get her to agree to the position I'd wanted to do for a long time, but she was too shy and would absolutely refuse.

I habitually kissed my wife's breasts, but when I pulled back the covers, what I saw shocked me. There was a red ring around the base of her high breasts, as if she had been strangled with a rope. When I glanced at her vulva, I felt like I'd been struck by lightning; my mind went blank. My wife, who was somewhat conservative in this area, was completely naked and white down there! Her vagina was slightly open, and strands of vaginal fluid made her labia and perineum greasy.

I stared blankly, my mind churning with various thoughts. What had happened to my wife during the three months I was gone? Why had she become like this?

[To be continued]

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