My dear teacher's wife

A client invited us to a resort, but Mr. He had to attend a meeting in the provincial capital and couldn't go, so it was just my wife and me driving there. It was a hot spring resort with food, accommodation, and activities.
That afternoon, we changed into our swimsuits and went to soak in the hot springs. My wife's swimsuit was rather conservative, but her D-cup breasts were still quite prominent, and I couldn't help but look at them. Several times I felt like I was almost caught.
After the hot springs, the client treated us to dinner at the hotel restaurant. Although it was a feast, I didn't eat much. At first, it was just a lot of toasting, and I don't even remember when we started drinking.
The next day, I woke up in bed wearing only my underwear; all my other clothes were gone. With a headache, I struggled to get out of bed. I looked at my watch and it was already past 10 a.m. My mind was completely blank.
I felt the urge to urinate, so I opened the bathroom door and went in. I was stunned. There was someone inside—or rather, a naked body—soaking in the bathtub. I looked closer and realized it was my wife. I saw her snow-white skin, her proud breasts, and that patch of dark forest, and my penis instantly became erect.
My teacher's wife, seeing me, was a little startled and quickly said, "You're awake! Wait for me!" I backed out, and my teacher's wife came out a moment later wrapped in a bath towel. She said, "Go wash up first! You threw up all over yourself yesterday; take your clothes to wash."
I said "Okay" and hid inside. Because my penis was so hard, I couldn't urinate. After struggling for a while, I frantically showered with cold water, but I still couldn't wash away the image of my teacher's wife's naked body from my mind. So I stood up and slowly relieved myself.
When I came out of the bathroom, because I had no clothes, I could only wear my underwear and a bath towel.
At that moment, my teacher's wife was still wrapped in a bath towel, sitting on the bed filing her toenails. Those five crystal-clear toes made my slightly calmed heart restless again.
Looking up, I saw her snow-white thighs. While not exactly beautiful legs—after all, she was barely 160cm tall—her skin was still as smooth as a young woman's. I glanced up again and noticed her vulva was faintly visible under the towel; it turned out my teacher's wife wasn't wearing any underwear.
She glanced at me and gestured for me to sit down. I went over and sat next to her. Although she smelled of shower gel, it couldn't mask the mature allure of her. I felt my penis was rock hard, ready to burst free and soar to the heavens.
"You drank so much yesterday, you didn't even say no! You ended up throwing up all over us, so I had to stay with you, afraid you wouldn't have anyone to look after you..."
she muttered as she trimmed her pedicure. I didn't hear a word; instead, I was secretly glancing at her breasts.
"Do you like me?" she suddenly asked.
I was stunned, not quite understanding.
"I know you like me!" My teacher's wife said again when I didn't speak. "You kept peeking at me when we were at the hot springs, and that day when you took me home, you even secretly touched me!"
"I!" I was speechless, not knowing how to answer.
My teacher's wife suddenly pushed me down onto the bed. "It's okay, I like you too!" She kissed me. I was stunned for a moment, then desperately responded to her. Our tongues intertwined, as if we wanted to devour each other. After
kissing for a while, I was a little breathless. My teacher's wife said seductively, "I've been waiting for you to take the initiative, why are you like a block of wood!"
I didn't know how to answer for a moment, because I really had the desire but not the courage. After my teacher's wife finished speaking, she continued to kiss me.
Our hands weren't idle either. Since we were both dressed lightly, we quickly stripped each other naked. I took the initiative, pinning my teacher's wife down, one hand under her head, the other stroking her body, our mouths still not separated.
My teacher's wife's hand held my penis, gently stroking it. I first caressed her ample breasts, too big to hold in one hand. Then my hand moved to her vaginal opening, gently stroking it, already feeling the flow of fluid from her vagina.
I gently inserted one finger, and she was already panting heavily. With two fingers, she started moaning. When I used three fingers, she cried out, "Give it to me! Quickly!" I was also bursting with desire, and upon hearing the command, I immediately mounted her.
I went all the way in. She seemed surprised, her toes clenching and twitching. I paused for a moment, and once it subsided, I slowly began to move again. She lifted her buttocks to meet my thrusts.
"Oh, quick, give me more, oh, oh..."
she moaned softly. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't have known that my usually dignified mother had such a side. The women I'd been with before, apart from prostitutes who would make fake moans, my previous girlfriends never made any noise, and I even suspected they were frigid.
My teacher's wife wrapped her legs around my waist, her body suspended in the air. She reached up to kiss me, and as I kissed her, I sat down, letting her sit on top of me. She continued kissing and moving, a position that made my penis feel a little uncomfortable. I slowly lay down, and she, unwilling to let go, followed me.
We kissed and held each other for a while, then she started moving again. After a while, she sat up, and we held hands, continuing in that woman-on-top position until I ejaculated.
Afterwards, we hugged. "I'm sorry, teacher's wife, I didn't make you orgasm." "Silly boy, the most important thing for a woman during sex isn't whether she orgasms, but whether she's doing it with the person she loves. Besides, I already orgasmed once when you penetrated me."
I think that was probably a false orgasm, meaning the internal stimulation triggered minor spasms in my body.
"So, am I the person you love?" I asked.
"Yes! Actually, I've liked you for a long time, but at first it was the affection an elder has for a younger person. Later, my feelings gradually changed, especially after spending time together recently. I feel you are very considerate and gentle," my teacher's wife said with a smile.
"I love you too, but I feel sorry for Teacher He," I said guiltily.
"Don't talk about him. We haven't had sex for 10 years. Sometimes I really want it, and when I ask him to take medication, he says that kind of medication is bad. How many years can one live? He doesn't drink, he's not interested in women, I don't know what he's living for,"
my teacher's wife complained.
"But he's been good to you and your daughter," I defended her.
"That's not bad, but you can't have everything. Now that I have you, everything is perfect." As she spoke, my teacher's wife started kissing me again, and my hands began to roam over her body. Then our two hot bodies became excited again.
Although I had just ejaculated, I didn't feel my penis needing a rest. Just as I was about to penetrate her, my teacher's wife suddenly stopped me and pointed to the bathroom. I picked her up and put her in the bathtub, and then we flirted while taking a bath. After rinsing themselves briefly with their hairspray, the two of us, still wet, went to the bed and started rolling around.
This time, my teacher's wife took the initiative, rinsing from my ears to my neck, then to my nipples. She hesitated for a moment before finally taking my penis in.
In the bathroom, when she was focused on washing my genitals, I knew she might try oral sex.
This action moved me. I turned her around, and we assumed a 69 position, performing oral sex on each other.
This was my first time performing oral sex on a woman. My teacher's wife's genitals weren't very dark, as she had just cleaned them, and there was no smell. I first gently licked her with my tongue, then gently bit her clitoris with my teeth.
My teacher's wife moaned as she performed the oral sex. After about five minutes, she suddenly sat up, turned around, and, holding my penis, sat down on top of me, saying, "Hurry, I'm almost there."
We moved together, our lips pressed tightly together.
With several thrusts of their lower bodies, we both reached our climax. My teacher's wife lay on top of me, panting, her face showing obvious satisfaction.
The laundry arrived at midnight, and we took a bath together, engaging in all sorts of flirtatious acts in the tub. If my teacher's wife hadn't stopped me after I'd already ejaculated twice, I wouldn't have been able to stop.
After the bath, we chatted and flirted a bit more before reluctantly getting dressed and going downstairs for dinner. After dinner, we drove straight home. On the way, passing a relatively secluded spot, we stopped the car and kissed and caressed each other passionately. Like a couple deeply in love, we had forgotten our respective roles.

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