My swimming coach

When I was 22, I was just a factory worker in the countryside. Then I met our factory's deputy factory manager, and after his passionate pursuit, I finally agreed to marry him. He was seven years older than me. After marriage, I became a housewife. Although we've been married for five years, we still don't have children. My husband is very understanding and says there's no rush. He enjoys our loving life as a young couple.

But since my husband was transferred back to the head office and moved to Taipei two years ago, our lives have changed. In addition to often socializing until the middle of the night, he also frequently travels for work. I'm left alone in the big house. Although I feel a little lonely, I think of my beloved husband who has sacrificed everything for this family, and I feel at peace with it.

My good days didn't last long. My husband was having an affair with his secretary. Although he refused to admit it, I confirmed it with his colleagues. What's most infuriating is that his secretary is uglier than me, and her figure is even worse. The only thing she has over me is her fashion sense. I was depressed for many days before I slowly returned to normal life.

After my husband's affair, I realized that I had been too conservative. Besides dressing casually, I didn't know how to dress myself. So I started to dress up and bought a lot of beautiful clothes, especially lingerie. Before, I wore plain, conservative full-coverage bras, but now I almost always wear sexy sheer half-cups to show off my most enviable full breasts, as well as some small thongs.

She no longer hides her desires, and her clothing has become increasingly revealing—short skirts, spaghetti strap dresses, and tight-fitting low-cut t-shirts—boldly displaying her impressive figure. She no longer confines herself to the home doing housework; in addition to extracurricular classes, she has joined a fitness and leisure club.

This morning was her swimming lesson. She arrived at the club as scheduled, changed into her swimsuit, and went to the small indoor pool. She looked around for her swimming instructor; she had paid extra for a female instructor for one-on-one training.

After looking around for a while and not seeing the female coach, a muscular, dark-skinned male coach, around 30 years old, appeared. He was wearing red briefs, and his upper body was shaped like an inverted triangle. He was the club's head coach. He approached me politely with a sunny smile and said,

"I'm sorry, Ms. Lin, Coach Zhang has taken the last minute. I'll have to teach you swimming today."

Although I wasn't used to one-on-one training with a male coach because there would always be some physical contact, I nodded shyly and whispered "Okay" because of his gentle manner and muscular physique.

At first, he led me in warm-up exercises facing each other. My gaze kept drifting to the slightly protruding area below his abdomen. I wasn't intentionally looking there; it was just a natural shift in direction.

The coach wasn't exactly innocent either, frequently glancing at my cleavage beneath the V-neck. Since it was a private club, and it was a morning swimming lesson, there were practically no male students at that time. So I wore a pink, backless, V-neck one-piece swimsuit, and I'd removed the bra pads. When I bought the swimsuit, the sales assistant said my breasts were beautifully shaped and not sagging, so I didn't need bra pads. The slightly thin swimsuit tightly hugged my full, firm breasts, highlighting their perfect shape, and the V-neck practically pushed half of them out.

No wonder he kept stealing glances; even the most honest man would want to look more, especially at such close range.

After a 10-minute warm-up, we went into the pool. The coach asked me to swim a short distance to show him, so I swam vigorously. The sharp-eyed coach immediately noticed my numerous mistakes.

He first held my hands, telling me to relax and slowly kick and squeeze the water with my legs. After a few minutes, he took me to a deeper part of the pool. He's 180cm tall, and when he stood on his feet, his head was still above the water. I'm less than 160cm, and I tried to stand on tiptoe but couldn't touch the bottom. In my panic, I clung tightly to the coach, who hugged me back tightly. At this point, my full breasts were pressed completely against his firm chest. The coach patted my back and whispered in my ear, "I'm sorry, I scared you!" He gently carried me to a shallower area before putting me down.

"Ms. Lin, I'm sorry to have startled you. Do you need to rest for a while?" the coach said gently.

"It's okay, I can continue practicing, but I'm still a little afraid of the water." I replied,

"Then I'll be careful and take it slowly." The coach then told

me to start by doing the jellyfish float, then straighten my arms and legs. He stood beside me, extending his hands to lift me from my upper abdomen. Following his instructions, I kicked my legs outwards, glided my arms, lifted my head, and inhaled. I followed his instructions, kicking, gliding, lifting, step by step, going back and forth several times. I became more and more comfortable, and my body moved further and further away from his arms, only touching him heavily when my body sank.

Sometimes, whether intentionally or unintentionally, he would often brush against my chest and lower abdomen. A few times, he would even brush against my chest heavily before sliding down to my stomach, a very strange feeling. When I looked down, I couldn't help but glance at the instructor, and the bulge in his lower abdomen made his masculinity even more pronounced.

Soon after, my breathing and gliding rhythm became smooth, and I was tired enough to go ashore and rest on a deck chair. At this time, the instructor kindly brought me a cup of herbal tea, explaining that it was specially invited for me, no wonder he hadn't offered it on the previous visits.

He also suggested that I have a hot oil massage after swimming to relieve muscle fatigue and prevent soreness the next day. This course was newly designed and hadn't been officially implemented yet, so he asked me to be his experimental subject so he could write a course report.

I thought it was a good idea, otherwise I would always be exhausted after swimming.

After finishing speaking, I went to the changing room to quickly wash up and change into the disposable tank top and shorts provided by the club. However, the tank top they provided was a bit small and couldn't cover my full breasts at all, leaving about a third of them exposed. After putting on a bathrobe, I wasn't too exposed.

When I got to the massage room, the instructor was already waiting for me inside. Since it was a trial class, the instructor personally massaged me. There were about 10 massage beds in the massage room, with short screens separating the beds. The warm-toned sheer fabric and dim lighting, along with soft music, made me feel relaxed.

I chose to lie down on the inner corner of the bed. After about 10 minutes of gentle pressure on my shoulders and from head to neck, the instructor said we would start the hot oil massage. I just hummed in response. He helped me up and was about to remove my yukata. As he removed the yukata, I felt ashamed again, like a lover gently removing their clothes before making love.

I hesitated for a moment, but then thought it over and agreed. Otherwise, how could I have a hot oil massage without removing the yukata?

When the yukata was taken off, I shyly covered my chest with my hands and lay back on the massage bed. Most of my breasts were exposed to a strange man, making my heart beat even faster, and my chest rose and fell with my rapid breathing.

Then the coach asked me to roll over and lie face down. He started by pressing on my back, applying essential oil to his hands and gently massaging my back. His nimble fingers worked quickly, and my tension gradually eased, my muscles relaxed considerably, and a series of inexplicable stimulations followed. This was the first time I had received an oil massage from a man, and unlike massages with men, it felt more like being caressed by a lover.

My aroused vagina began to throb, especially when his hands pressed near my armpits, his fingers lightly touching the sides of my breasts that were squeezed out as I lay face down. The sensation was incredibly tingling, and I began to enjoy this tingling. Warm currents flowed down my body, and his constant, gentle praise of my figure and soft skin further stirred my lonely heart.

Soon his hands moved to my feet, starting from my ankles and pushing upwards. After gently kneading my calves, his hands moved to my thighs. I thought he would linger on my thighs a little longer, but he only lightly touched them. I was a little disappointed but didn't dare to ask for anything.

Then he asked me to turn around. After turning around, I was a little shy, so I crossed my arms and squeezed my legs together. He noticed my tension and gently told me to relax. He gently pulled my hands up and laid them flat, then began to press on my shoulders.

While the instructor was pressing on my shoulders and arms, I caught his gaze lingering on my chest. My already small tank top had shifted after the massage, revealing two-thirds of my breasts and cleavage, with only my nipples showing.

As he gradually pressed down on my thighs, he continued chatting with me, his eyes fixed on my breasts. His massage went higher and higher, even slipping his hand inside my loose shorts, pulling it back just before it touched my panties. After repeating this several times, I felt incredibly comfortable, and my legs naturally parted slightly, allowing his hand to move more easily along the inside of my thighs. Several times his hand almost touched the bottom of my thighs, then he would lightly touch it and pull back. I couldn't tell if the coach was doing it intentionally or unintentionally, and my panties were soaked with my juices. Luckily, his hands were covered in massage oil, otherwise he would definitely have noticed my aroused genitals.

After the massage, I quickly showered in the bathroom and changed back into my dress. I chatted with the coach for a while in the reception area before leaving the club and going straight home.

When I got home, I lay on the bed wanting to sleep. As I closed my eyes, the image of my coach's muscular figure floated into my mind, tenderly caressing every inch of my skin. At that moment, my lower body became wet again. My right hand unconsciously lifted the hem of my skirt and rubbed it up and down through my soaked panties, while my other hand reached into my collar and grabbed my full breasts. At this moment, I could only use my hands to soothe my lustful desires.

As I kneaded my breasts harder and harder, my moans grew louder, changing from rapid breathing to "Mmm... mmm... mmm... mmm... mmm... oh... oh... oh... ah~ I want a man's penis so badly~". I quickly took off my clothes to make it easier for my hands to roam over my body. I spread my legs wide and used my right hand to directly part my labia, inserting my middle finger into my vagina and continuously teasing it. "Mmm... mmm... mmm... mmm... oh~" As my moans grew louder and louder, my finger movements became more intense. "Mmm... mmm... mmm" I called out to my husband lewdly, but in my mind I was thinking about my coach's muscular body. Before long, my tense body felt a little tired. I hugged my breasts tightly with my hands, sandwiched a pillow between my thighs, and fell asleep in lust.

I don't know how long I slept until I was woken up by a phone call. It was already past 4 PM. It was my husband calling to say he had to have dinner with clients tonight and would be home late.

As I was getting ready to get dressed, the phone rang again. I answered, and a strange male voice came through the receiver. It was the club coach. He said I had forgotten to bring my swimsuit home and he would personally bring it to me. He also wanted to interview me about the effectiveness of their club's services.

Having just been fantasizing about him and masturbating, I naturally agreed quickly. I got up and went to the bathroom to quickly wash away the fluids I had just released. I chose a sexy white sheer bra and a small sheer thong, held together by elastic threads on the sides. I put on a denim mini skirt and a black low-cut tank top, revealing a bit of my breasts and deep cleavage. I simply applied some powder and lip gloss, as if I were waiting for my lover.

Before 5 o'clock, the doorbell rang. I went downstairs, opened the front door, and invited the coach in to sit on the sofa. I went to the kitchen, poured a glass of iced juice, and placed it on the coffee table. As I bent over, my neckline naturally opened wide without any attempt to cover it. I continued to slowly tidy up the books and newspapers on the coffee table, muttering a few words under my breath: "It's such a mess. I'm sorry I only tidied up after you came." He

was very polite and said it was no problem. Then we started chatting about the club's course planning and usage experiences. He took out a questionnaire from his backpack and asked me to fill it out for him. I leaned over the coffee table and started filling it out. I filled out the questionnaire carefully, and the coach also came close to watch me fill out each line. He kept stealing glances at my full breasts below my neckline. I even deliberately lowered my body to make it easier for him to see. The more he looked at me, the more excited he became.

When I filled out a form that I didn't quite understand, I looked up to ask him. Our eyes met, and I saw his burning gaze draw closer. I closed my eyes slightly, and his lips were already pressed against mine. I responded passionately, sucking on his tongue as it entered my mouth. Our lips were tightly pressed together, unable to separate for a long time.

His hand first gently caressed my breasts through my clothes. Seeing that I didn't push him away, he slipped his hand inside my collar, pulled open my bra, and grabbed my breasts, kneading them roughly. My breathing became rapid, and I let out moans of "Mmm...mmm...mmm..."

The coach continued kissing me, kneading my breasts with one hand and reaching under my skirt with the other. He first caressed my extremely sensitive vulva through my panties, and soon after, seeing that my panties were soaked with my vaginal fluid, he untied the thin rope. My wet panties were already half off, and his hand could directly touch them. When he touched my clitoris, it felt like a slight electric shock, and my body trembled slightly, and I made clear "hmm~hmm~hmm~oh~oh~" sounds.

The coach seemed greatly encouraged. His nimble hands first rubbed back and forth slowly, then faster and faster, even parting my labia and thrusting his fingers in and out. I cried out lewdly with the speed of his fingers going in and out. Ah~ um~ um~ oh~ oh~ ah~ oh~

My hands couldn't help but wander over his body. He lifted my vest, exposing my full breasts to his eyes. Although I was wearing a bra, the thin white gauze bra made little difference whether I was wearing it or not. My full and firm breasts were adorned with cherry-like nipples, and the thin gauze made them even more sexy.

He quickly stripped off his clothes, leaving only his underwear, which was pushed up high by his erect penis. He bent down again, grabbed my breasts through my bra, and began to suck and lick them vigorously, like a child eating a lollipop, sucking and licking as if he didn't want to let go.

I moaned and groaned as he licked me, my lower body twisting and turning, and warm, wet fluids flowing down my face.

He grabbed my hand and guided it down to my lower abdomen. When I touched his hard penis, I was both surprised and delighted, but I couldn't show too much lewdness. I pulled my hand back slightly and placed it flat on my lower abdomen, but I really wanted to forcefully stroke that hard penis, or even quickly insert it into my wet little hole.

Seeing my shyness, he seemed even more pleased. He quickly pulled down his underwear, freeing his erect penis from under his pants, and rubbed it against my wet opening. Sometimes it pressed against my inner thigh, sometimes against my clitoris, making my vagina feel slightly itchy as if ants were crawling on it. I was both itchy and numb, silently begging him to go in, but I didn't dare say it out loud.

I could only twist my hips, seemingly trying to escape his penis, but actually trying to meet it.

After a few thrusts, his lower body slowly withdrew from my genitals, but for a moment he seemed a little disappointed.

Actually, no, he forcefully thrust his hard penis directly into my wet, juicy vagina. The sudden movement made me cry out, and he began to thrust. This was exactly what I needed. I cried out even more wantonly, "Ah~ Ah~ Oh~ Oh~ Oh~ Oh~," and the cries grew louder and louder.

At this moment, I wrapped my legs around his waist, gripped his back tightly, and, in sync with his thrusts, pushed my lower abdomen down to allow his penis to penetrate deeper into my wet vagina. He didn't disappoint me, hitting the deepest part of my vagina hard each time, sending me to orgasm wave after wave. "Mmm~ Mmm~ Ah~ So good~ Oh~ Oh~ Oh~ So good, you're so good~ Oh~," all sorts of wanton cries escaped my lips, further encouraging him to thrust faster and harder.

Just as I was panting and exhausted, he pulled out his penis and ejaculated a thick stream of semen onto my lower abdomen. He didn't get up immediately but instead held me tightly, continuing to kiss me until his once-erect penis completely softened. Then he picked me up, my legs tightly wrapped around his waist, and carried me into the bathroom like a child.

He told me to sit on the edge of the bathtub with my back to him, and said he would serve me well again. He mixed warm water to wet my body first, and then slowly applied shower gel. He started from my back, then reached out to my front, and gently and slowly applied the gel while holding me in his arms. When he touched my chest, he stopped and gently massaged my breasts following their shape. It felt very comfortable. I closed my eyes and enjoyed his caresses. My lower body gradually became itchy again, and at that moment I desperately needed his other hand.

I took the initiative to guide his hand to my lower abdomen, while my hands wrapped around his legs. I leaned back against him, and I could feel his penis getting hard. I wondered how it could be so fast, since he had just ejaculated. So I asked him shyly, "Why are you being naughty again?"

The coach replied, "It's because you're too charming."

His reply made me even happier. I turned to face him, and sure enough, his penis was slightly erect. I hugged his waist, pressed my face against his chest, and licked his nipple with the tip of my tongue. At this moment, his penis became harder and harder, pressing against my breast. I reached out and grasped his penis, slowly stroking it back and forth. He picked up the showerhead and rinsed off the foam. By this time, his penis was fully erect, the glans shining red.

I couldn't resist taking it into my mouth, my tongue swirling around every part of its glans, my hand still moving up and down, the other gently caressing its testicles. The instructor let out a male moan, watching him enjoy it with his eyes closed. The more excited and comfortable he looked, the more comfortable I felt, and my love juices flowed down my genitals.

After sucking for a while, my mouth started to ache, but my little hole felt utterly empty. I spat out his erect penis, got up, leaned over the washstand, and said, "Give it to me, I want it." At this point ,

I no longer cared about my image. My desperately craving vagina made me incredibly lewd. I immediately thrust my hips forward, my entire penis plunging into my flower core, pumping rapidly. Mmm... mmm... mmm... oh... I love this position the most. The bathroom was filled with the sounds of our bodies slapping together, and my lewd moans grew louder and louder.

[Oh... mmm... mmm... mmm... so good... mmm... mmm... so comfortable... mmm... mmm... faster... mmm... mmm... oh... oh so good... faster... oh... thrust harder... oh... so comfortable... oh... thrust harder... oh... almost there... oh]

To reach orgasm, I was already talking nonsense.

[Mmm...mmm...darling...oh...oh...you're so good...oh...it feels so good...oh]

I looked up and saw my reflection in the mirror. My hair was all over my body. The coach was holding my slender waist with both hands, thrusting into me repeatedly, while my breasts were swaying back and forth rapidly, a truly lewd sight.

At this moment, the coach also noticed me looking at him. He bent down and cupped my breasts with both hands, his waist still thrusting. He lowered his head and quickly licked my ear with the tip of his tongue. After he licked my sensitive spot like that, [Mmm...mmm...mmm...mmm...oh...oh...it feels so good...oh...oh...it feels so good...oh...oh...it feels so good.] I

had an early orgasm; the muscles in my vagina contracted and relaxed, it felt incredibly good. He seemed to feel the stimulation in my vagina too, and he withdrew his penis. I turned around and squatted down, using my breasts to clamp his penis, which felt like it was about to burst, and rubbed it for a while. I felt his glans tremble, and thick semen spurted out from his glans.

Afterwards, we quickly showered, got dressed, and returned to the living room to fill out the questionnaire. It was almost 8 o'clock by then, and we lingered for a while before leaving, reluctant to part. It wasn't until I urged him that it was too late and we couldn't delay any longer. Otherwise, it would be embarrassing if we got caught.

Tonight, my husband still came home very late, but I was already very tired, so I didn't wait for him to come home and fell asleep with a sweet smile.

When I was 22, I was just a factory worker in the countryside. Then I met our factory's deputy factory manager, and after his passionate pursuit, I finally agreed to marry him. He was seven years older than me. After marriage, I became a housewife. Although we've been married for five years, we still don't have children. My husband is very understanding and says there's no rush. He enjoys our loving life as a young couple.

But since my husband was transferred back to the head office and moved to Taipei two years ago, our lives have changed. In addition to often socializing until the middle of the night, he also frequently travels for work. I'm left alone in the big house. Although I feel a little lonely, I think of my beloved husband who has sacrificed everything for this family, and I feel at peace with it.

My good days didn't last long. My husband was having an affair with his secretary. Although he refused to admit it, I confirmed it with his colleagues. What's most infuriating is that his secretary is uglier than me, and her figure is even worse. The only thing she has over me is her fashion sense. I was depressed for many days before I slowly returned to normal life.

After my husband's affair, I realized that I had been too conservative. Besides dressing casually, I didn't know how to dress myself. So I started to dress up and bought a lot of beautiful clothes, especially lingerie. Before, I wore plain, conservative full-coverage bras, but now I almost always wear sexy sheer half-cups to show off my most enviable full breasts, as well as some small thongs.

She no longer hides her desires, and her clothing has become increasingly revealing—short skirts, spaghetti strap dresses, and tight-fitting low-cut t-shirts—boldly displaying her impressive figure. She no longer confines herself to the home doing housework; in addition to extracurricular classes, she has joined a fitness and leisure club.

This morning was her swimming lesson. She arrived at the club as scheduled, changed into her swimsuit, and went to the small indoor pool. She looked around for her swimming instructor; she had paid extra for a female instructor for one-on-one training.

After looking around for a while and not seeing the female coach, a muscular, dark-skinned male coach, around 30 years old, appeared. He was wearing red briefs, and his upper body was shaped like an inverted triangle. He was the club's head coach. He approached me politely with a sunny smile and said,

"I'm sorry, Ms. Lin, Coach Zhang has taken the last minute. I'll have to teach you swimming today."

Although I wasn't used to one-on-one training with a male coach because there would always be some physical contact, I nodded shyly and whispered "Okay" because of his gentle manner and muscular physique.

At first, he led me in warm-up exercises facing each other. My gaze kept drifting to the slightly protruding area below his abdomen. I wasn't intentionally looking there; it was just a natural shift in direction.

The coach wasn't exactly innocent either, frequently glancing at my cleavage beneath the V-neck. Since it was a private club, and it was a morning swimming lesson, there were practically no male students at that time. So I wore a pink, backless, V-neck one-piece swimsuit, and I'd removed the bra pads. When I bought the swimsuit, the sales assistant said my breasts were beautifully shaped and not sagging, so I didn't need bra pads. The slightly thin swimsuit tightly hugged my full, firm breasts, highlighting their perfect shape, and the V-neck practically pushed half of them out.

No wonder he kept stealing glances; even the most honest man would want to look more, especially at such close range.

After a 10-minute warm-up, we went into the pool. The coach asked me to swim a short distance to show him, so I swam vigorously. The sharp-eyed coach immediately noticed my numerous mistakes.

He first held my hands, telling me to relax and slowly kick and squeeze the water with my legs. After a few minutes, he took me to a deeper part of the pool. He's 180cm tall, and when he stood on his feet, his head was still above the water. I'm less than 160cm, and I tried to stand on tiptoe but couldn't touch the bottom. In my panic, I clung tightly to the coach, who hugged me back tightly. At this point, my full breasts were pressed completely against his firm chest. The coach patted my back and whispered in my ear, "I'm sorry, I scared you!" He gently carried me to a shallower area before putting me down.

"Ms. Lin, I'm sorry to have startled you. Do you need to rest for a while?" the coach said gently.

"It's okay, I can continue practicing, but I'm still a little afraid of the water." I replied,

"Then I'll be careful and take it slowly." The coach then told

me to start by doing the jellyfish float, then straighten my arms and legs. He stood beside me, extending his hands to lift me from my upper abdomen. Following his instructions, I kicked my legs outwards, glided my arms, lifted my head, and inhaled. I followed his instructions, kicking, gliding, lifting, step by step, going back and forth several times. I became more and more comfortable, and my body moved further and further away from his arms, only touching him heavily when my body sank.

Sometimes, whether intentionally or unintentionally, he would often brush against my chest and lower abdomen. A few times, he would even brush against my chest heavily before sliding down to my stomach, a very strange feeling. When I looked down, I couldn't help but glance at the instructor, and the bulge in his lower abdomen made his masculinity even more pronounced.

Soon after, my breathing and gliding rhythm became smooth, and I was tired enough to go ashore and rest on a deck chair. At this time, the instructor kindly brought me a cup of herbal tea, explaining that it was specially invited for me, no wonder he hadn't offered it on the previous visits.

He also suggested that I have a hot oil massage after swimming to relieve muscle fatigue and prevent soreness the next day. This course was newly designed and hadn't been officially implemented yet, so he asked me to be his experimental subject so he could write a course report.

I thought it was a good idea, otherwise I would always be exhausted after swimming.

After saying that, I went to the changing room to wash up quickly and changed into the disposable tank top and shorts provided by the club. However, the tank top they provided was a bit small and couldn't cover my full breasts at all, leaving one-third of my breasts exposed. Then I put on a bathrobe, which was not too revealing.

When I arrived at the massage room, the instructor was already waiting for me. Since it was a trial class, he personally massaged me. The massage room had about 10 massage beds, with short screens separating them. The warm-toned sheer fabric and dim lighting, along with soft music, created a relaxing atmosphere.

I chose to lie down on the inner corner bed. He started by gently pressing from head to neck and shoulders for about 10 minutes. Then, the instructor said we would start with hot oil massage. I just hummed in response. He helped me up and started to remove my yukata. As he removed the yukata, I felt ashamed again, like a lover gently removing their clothes before making love.

I hesitated for a moment, but then I agreed. Otherwise, how could I have a hot oil massage without removing the yukata?

When my yukata was taken off, I shyly covered my chest with my hands. Lying back on the massage bed, most of my breasts were exposed to a strange man, making my heart beat faster and faster, my chest rising and falling with my rapid breathing.

At this moment, the instructor asked me to roll over and lie face down, starting with my back. He began to apply essential oil to his hands and gently massage my back. After a few moments of skillful finger work, my tension gradually subsided, and my muscles relaxed a lot. What followed was a series of inexplicable stimulations. This was the first time I had received an oil massage from a man. Unlike massages with men, it felt more like being caressed by a lover.

My lustful little hole began to throb, especially when his hands pressed near my armpits, his fingers lightly brushing against the sides of my breasts that were squeezed out as I lay face down. The sensation was incredibly tingling, and I began to like it. Warm currents flowed down my body, and his constant, gentle praise of my figure and soft skin further stirred my lonely heart.

Soon his hands moved to my feet, pushing upwards from my ankles. After gently kneading my calves, his hands moved to my thighs. I had expected him to linger there, but he only lightly touched them. I was a little disappointed but dared not ask for more.

He then asked me to turn around. After turning around, I was a little shy, so I crossed my arms over my chest and squeezed my legs together. He noticed my nervousness and gently told me to relax. He then gently pulled my hands up and laid them flat, and began to press on my shoulders.

While the coach was pressing on my shoulders and arms, I secretly noticed that his gaze was fixed on my chest. My already small tank top had shifted after the massage and acupressure, revealing two-thirds of my breasts and cleavage, with only my nipples remaining.

As he gradually pressed down on my thighs, he continued chatting with me, his eyes fixed on my breasts. His massage went higher and higher, even slipping his hand inside my loose shorts, pulling it back just before it touched my panties. After repeating this several times, I felt incredibly comfortable, and my legs naturally parted slightly, allowing his hand to move more easily along the inside of my thighs. Several times his hand almost touched the bottom of my thighs, then he would lightly touch it and pull back. I couldn't tell if the coach was doing it intentionally or unintentionally, and my panties were soaked with my juices. Luckily, his hands were covered in massage oil, otherwise he would definitely have noticed my aroused genitals.

After the massage, I quickly showered in the bathroom and changed back into my dress. I chatted with the coach for a while in the reception area before leaving the club and going straight home.

When I got home, I lay on the bed wanting to sleep. As I closed my eyes, the image of my coach's muscular figure floated into my mind, tenderly caressing every inch of my skin. At that moment, my lower body became wet again. My right hand unconsciously lifted the hem of my skirt and rubbed it up and down through my soaked panties, while my other hand reached into my collar and grabbed my full breasts. At this moment, I could only use my hands to soothe my lustful desires.

As I kneaded my breasts harder and harder, my moans grew louder, changing from rapid breathing to "Mmm... mmm... mmm... mmm... mmm... oh... oh... oh... ah~ I want a man's penis so badly~". I quickly took off my clothes to make it easier for my hands to roam over my body. I spread my legs wide and used my right hand to directly part my labia, inserting my middle finger into my vagina and continuously teasing it. "Mmm... mmm... mmm... mmm... oh~" As my moans grew louder and louder, my finger movements became more intense. "Mmm... mmm... mmm" I called out to my husband lewdly, but in my mind I was thinking about my coach's muscular body. Before long, my tense body felt a little tired. I hugged my breasts tightly with my hands, sandwiched a pillow between my thighs, and fell asleep in lust.

I don't know how long I slept until I was woken up by a phone call. It was already past 4 PM. It was my husband calling to say he had to have dinner with clients tonight and would be home late.

As I was getting ready to get dressed, the phone rang again. I answered, and a strange male voice came through the receiver. It was the club coach. He said I had forgotten to bring my swimsuit home and he would personally bring it to me. He also wanted to interview me about the effectiveness of their club's services.

Having just been fantasizing about him and masturbating, I naturally agreed quickly. I got up and went to the bathroom to quickly wash away the fluids I had just released. I chose a sexy white sheer bra and a small sheer thong, held together by elastic threads on the sides. I put on a denim mini skirt and a black low-cut tank top, revealing a bit of my breasts and deep cleavage. I simply applied some powder and lip gloss, as if I were waiting for my lover.

Before 5 o'clock, the doorbell rang. I went downstairs, opened the front door, and invited the coach in to sit on the sofa. I went to the kitchen, poured a glass of iced juice, and placed it on the coffee table. As I bent over, my neckline naturally opened wide without any attempt to cover it. I continued to slowly tidy up the books and newspapers on the coffee table, muttering a few words under my breath: "It's such a mess. I'm sorry I only tidied up after you came." He

was very polite and said it was no problem. Then we started chatting about the club's course planning and usage experiences. He took out a questionnaire from his backpack and asked me to fill it out for him. I leaned over the coffee table and started filling it out. I filled out the questionnaire carefully, and the coach also came close to watch me fill out each line. He kept stealing glances at my full breasts below my neckline. I even deliberately lowered my body to make it easier for him to see. The more he looked at me, the more excited he became.

When I filled out a form that I didn't quite understand, I looked up to ask him. Our eyes met, and I saw his burning gaze draw closer. I closed my eyes slightly, and his lips were already pressed against mine. I responded passionately, sucking on his tongue as it entered my mouth. Our lips were tightly pressed together, unable to separate for a long time.

His hand first gently caressed my breasts through my clothes. Seeing that I didn't push him away, he slipped his hand inside my collar, pulled open my bra, and grabbed my breasts, kneading them roughly. My breathing became rapid, and I let out moans of "Mmm...mmm...mmm..."

The coach continued kissing me, kneading my breasts with one hand and reaching under my skirt with the other. He first caressed my extremely sensitive vulva through my panties, and soon after, seeing that my panties were soaked with my vaginal fluid, he untied the thin rope. My wet panties were already half off, and his hand could directly touch them. When he touched my clitoris, it felt like a slight electric shock, and my body trembled slightly, and I made clear "hmm~hmm~hmm~oh~oh~" sounds.

The coach seemed greatly encouraged. His nimble hands first rubbed back and forth slowly, then faster and faster, even parting my labia and thrusting his fingers in and out. I cried out lewdly with the speed of his fingers going in and out. Ah~ um~ um~ oh~ oh~ ah~ oh~

My hands couldn't help but wander over his body. He lifted my vest, exposing my full breasts to his eyes. Although I was wearing a bra, the thin white gauze bra made little difference whether I was wearing it or not. My full and firm breasts were adorned with cherry-like nipples, and the thin gauze made them even more sexy.

He quickly stripped off his clothes, leaving only his underwear, which was pushed up high by his erect penis. He bent down again, grabbed my breasts through my bra, and began to suck and lick them vigorously, like a child eating a lollipop, sucking and licking as if he didn't want to let go.

I moaned and groaned as he licked me, my lower body twisting and turning, and warm, wet fluids flowing down my face.

He grabbed my hand and guided it down to my lower abdomen. When I touched his hard penis, I was both surprised and delighted, but I couldn't show too much lewdness. I pulled my hand back slightly and placed it flat on my lower abdomen, but I really wanted to forcefully stroke that hard penis, or even quickly insert it into my wet little hole.

Seeing my shyness, he seemed even more pleased. He quickly pulled down his underwear, freeing his erect penis from under his pants, and rubbed it against my wet opening. Sometimes it pressed against my inner thigh, sometimes against my clitoris, making my vagina feel slightly itchy as if ants were crawling on it. I was both itchy and numb, and in my heart I was begging him to go in, but I didn't dare to say it out loud.

I could only twist my waist and hips, as if to avoid his penis, but actually to welcome it.

After thrusting a few times, his lower body slowly pulled away from mine, and for a moment I felt a little disappointed.

But actually, he forcefully inserted his hard penis directly into my wet, wet vagina. I cried out at this sudden action and began to thrust. This was exactly what I needed, and I cried out even more wantonly, "Ah~ Ah~ Oh~ Oh~ Oh~ Oh~," and the cries grew louder and louder.

At this moment, I wrapped my legs around his waist, gripped his back tightly, and, in coordination with his thrusts, pushed my lower abdomen down so that his penis could penetrate deeper into my wet vagina. He lived up to my expectations, hitting deep into my vagina each time, sending me to orgasm after orgasm. "Mmm...mmm...ah...so good...oh...oh...oh...so good...you're so amazing...oh..." My wanton moans escaped my lips, further encouraging him to thrust faster and harder.

Just as I was panting and exhausted, he pulled out his penis, ejaculating thick semen onto my lower abdomen. He didn't immediately get up but instead held me tightly, continuing to kiss me until his once-erect penis completely softened. Then he picked me up, my legs wrapped tightly around his waist, and carried me into the bathroom like a child.

He told me to sit on the edge of the bathtub with my back to him, and said he would serve me well again. He mixed warm water to wet my body first, and then slowly applied shower gel. He started from my back, then reached out to my front, and gently and slowly applied the gel while holding me in his arms. When he touched my chest, he stopped and gently massaged my breasts following their shape. It felt very comfortable. I closed my eyes and enjoyed his caresses. My lower body gradually became itchy again, and at that moment I desperately needed his other hand.

I took the initiative to guide his hand to my lower abdomen, while my hands wrapped around his legs. I leaned back against him, and I could feel his penis getting hard. I wondered how it could be so fast, since he had just ejaculated. So I asked him shyly, "Why are you being naughty again?"

The coach replied, "It's because you're too charming."

His reply made me even happier. I turned to face him, and sure enough, his penis was slightly erect. I hugged his waist, pressed my face against his chest, and licked his nipple with the tip of my tongue. At this moment, his penis became harder and harder, pressing against my breast. I reached out and grasped his penis, slowly stroking it back and forth. He picked up the showerhead and rinsed off the foam. By this time, his penis was fully erect, the glans shining red.

I couldn't resist taking it into my mouth, my tongue swirling around every part of its glans, my hand still moving up and down, the other gently caressing its testicles. The instructor let out a male moan, watching him enjoy it with his eyes closed. The more excited and comfortable he looked, the more comfortable I felt, and my love juices flowed down my genitals.

After sucking for a while, my mouth started to ache, but my little hole felt utterly empty. I spat out his erect penis, got up, leaned over the washstand, and said, "Give it to me, I want it." At this point ,

I no longer cared about my image. My desperately craving vagina made me incredibly lewd. I immediately thrust my hips forward, my entire penis plunging into my flower core, pumping rapidly. Mmm... mmm... mmm... oh... I love this position the most. The bathroom was filled with the sounds of our bodies slapping together, and my lewd moans grew louder and louder.

[Oh... mmm... mmm... mmm... so good... mmm... mmm... so comfortable... mmm... mmm... faster... mmm... mmm... oh... oh so good... faster... oh... thrust harder... oh... so comfortable... oh... thrust harder... oh... almost there... oh]

To reach orgasm, I was already talking nonsense.

[Mmm...mmm...darling...oh...oh...you're so good...oh...it feels so good...oh]

I looked up and saw my reflection in the mirror. My hair was all over my body. The coach was holding my slender waist with both hands, thrusting into me repeatedly, while my breasts were swaying back and forth rapidly, a truly lewd sight.

At this moment, the coach also noticed me looking at him. He bent down and cupped my breasts with both hands, his waist still thrusting. He lowered his head and quickly licked my ear with the tip of his tongue. After he licked my sensitive spot like that, [Mmm...mmm...mmm...mmm...oh...oh...it feels so good...oh...oh...it feels so good...oh...oh...it feels so good.] I

had an early orgasm; the muscles in my vagina contracted and relaxed, it felt incredibly good. He seemed to feel the stimulation in my vagina too, and he withdrew his penis. I turned around and squatted down, using my breasts to clamp his penis, which felt like it was about to burst, and rubbed it for a while. I felt his glans tremble, and thick semen spurted out from his glans.

Afterwards, we quickly showered, got dressed, and returned to the living room to fill out the questionnaire. It was almost 8 o'clock by then, and we lingered for a while before leaving, reluctant to part. It wasn't until I urged him that it was too late and we couldn't delay any longer. Otherwise, it would be embarrassing if we got caught.

Tonight, my husband still came home very late, but I was already very tired, so I didn't wait for him to come home and fell asleep with a sweet smile.

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