I met a lonely married woman while working during summer vacation.

During summer vacation, the school assigned me to work here. 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, as I was leaving the office and reaching the parking area, I saw a mother struggling to pull her scooter out (there was a child next to her). I offered to help, and quickly got the scooter out. The mother kept thanking me, and I casually remarked that the child had been waiting patiently and was very cute (the child was walking around in circles nearby).

The mother smiled, probably because her child was being praised. However, it was dark, and I only thought the mother's smile was very beautiful. We said goodbye and left.

The following evening at the same time, I saw the same woman struggling to pull her motorcycle, so I went over to help her again, while the child waited nearby.

The woman kept laughing and saying how annoying it was that her motorcycle always got stuck. I explained that it was because the school was under construction, and the workers parked their motorcycles in this area; it just so happened that she always parked here.

She was curious how I knew, so I introduced myself and said I worked at the school. She politely bowed and greeted me as a teacher. Feeling 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 also told her that I lived near the school and only stayed there to study. Later, the child started fussing about needing to go home to use the restroom, so we said goodbye for now.

I didn't see Mrs. Chen for the next two days. Then, on Friday evening, as I was leaving the school gate, I saw her preparing to leave alone. This time, she wasn't riding her scooter. I went over to greet her, and she smiled and responded. That's when I got a better look at her: capri pants, a red short-sleeved shirt, wet hair, fair skin, cute, smiling eyes, and athletic sandals—basically, the look of an older woman, only she didn't look that old.

I said, "Mrs. Chen, where's the child? And did you bring your scooter?" She laughed 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 spent her days helping with the pharmacy and her evenings bringing her child to swimming lessons.

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, 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 later, we said goodbye.

Then, the following week, I occasionally ran into Mrs. Chen again. A few days ago, she had brought her child over, and we greeted each other. It was strange; I didn't know what I was expecting. Then, on Friday, I met Mrs. Chen again. Sure enough, she was alone, dressed almost the same as before, the only constant being 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 me what school I graduated from, and I discovered that we went to the same private university. Mrs. Chen smiled, patted my shoulder, and asked me to call her "senior sister." This was the first time she had touched me, and she was very comfortable and outgoing.

I said, "Senior, you got married right after graduation?" Mrs. Chen said yes, adding that she was a "yellow-faced woman" (meaning she was probably in her twenties or thirties). I said, "Senior, 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 about, 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. Too-tight legs are ugly.

Mrs. Chen asked me 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, you're not afraid of not finding someone else. Wait until you get into university and your ex-girlfriend comes back to apologize."

It was quite natural for me to tell her about my relationship setbacks. Looking back, it's strange how things turned out. The conversation then turned to how things were back in college, and she started reminiscing about her university days, seemingly longing for those happy times.

I said, "No, you're very happy now that you're married. Your husband supports you, and you have children." Mrs. Chen smiled and said, "That's true." Her family situation is pretty good; at least her husband hasn't cheated on her. We both laughed at this.

I asked Mrs. Chen if she often went swimming, and she said yes! Maintaining her figure after giving birth is tough, so she often goes swimming. Mrs. Chen also asked me what I usually do for exercise. 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 genuinely warm inside. My girlfriend's departure had taken me a long time to recover from the pain, but Mrs. Chen's talkativeness and generosity warmed my heart. Soon it was late, and we said goodbye.

Several nights passed, and after a few more pleasantries, Friday arrived. We were chatting alone, and 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 that she had offered to teach me to swim. I had no choice but to agree.

When I got home, I frantically dug out my swim trunks and swim cap. I was so nervous that night I almost couldn't sleep, and I drifted off to sleep, half-awake, as Saturday morning arrived.

The next morning, around 7:30, I arrived at the door just as she walked over. This time, her outfit was a little different: a ponytail, a loose white short-sleeved shirt, and a denim skirt that went past her knees, revealing her white legs, with a shoulder bag. The only thing that remained the same was her pair of athletic sandals. We had both already eaten breakfast, so we went straight into the pool.

When we got to the changing room, we changed together... Ah! No way, I was just imagining things. We changed separately. When I came out, I was really embarrassed, looking like a pale, scrawny chicken. Although I did have some chest muscles, thankfully I had lost a little weight after breaking up with my girlfriend, so I could see some abs from certain angles.

Then Mrs. Chen came in. She looked 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. She flipped and turned like a female dragon in the water. I was really impressed. She taught me breathing techniques, but to be honest, I wasn't really listening. I was just sneaking peeks at her heaving chest, probably a B-cup! Later, I asked if we should leave, and Mrs. Chen nodded in agreement, so we left the pool. When we

got outside, her hair was still wet. I said, "Mrs. Chen, aren't you going to dry your hair?" Turns out, the hairdryer was broken, so we went out together like that.

Once outside, I don't know where I got the courage, I asked her if she wanted to come to my place to get her hair dried, since 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, my face tense, and my speech somewhat incoherent. We arrived downstairs quickly, and as soon as I opened the door, I led her upstairs to the front door. Mrs. Chen was very quiet; I could barely hear her breathing. Then I invited her into my suite. She seemed a little surprised that the room wasn't messy, laughing and saying, "Teacher, you haven't even left your clothes lying around!" I replied that I'd kept that in good order, and then handed Mrs. Chen the hairdryer.

Her hair dried quite quickly.

Then we sat there chatting, talking about swimming today. Mrs. Chen laughed and said I should practice more, because I can't get cramps so easily.

Later, we chatted more comfortably, so I slipped over and sat on the bed. 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 for a moment. At that point, we were only a person's distance apart; I could feel her breathing, and her breath had a faint fragrance.

After about five or six 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 closed, 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.

Me: "Um... I'm sorry, I couldn't help myself."

Then there was another silence, and our breathing became a little heavy. Mrs. Chen said, "Oh my, what are you doing? You're panting." I said, "Am I?" Actually, my heart was pounding. In front of me was a fair-skinned woman who looked very pleasing to the eye. She was sitting on the bed with her skirt pulled back a few centimeters, revealing quite a bit of her fair thighs. I stole glances at her feet, which kept shrinking inward.

Then I leaned in and kissed her cheek. Mrs. Chen just stood there, letting me kiss her. I then moved my hand down to her fair neck, where there were still some hairs. I secretly noticed that her eyes were closed, then her collarbone. My hand also wandered restlessly over Mrs. Chen's arm. She started to moan softly. In my excitement, I reached down to her thigh. It was so soft and tender. As I slid my hand inward, 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'm so sorry to my husband, really!"

We sat there, both of us panting. I held Mrs. Chen's arms with both of my hands, and we sat motionless.

I also felt it was a bit awkward, so I said, "Okay, otherwise I'll handle it myself, and nothing will happen between us." Mrs. Chen immediately stood up after hearing this and said, "Then you do it yourself, and I'll leave first

." I grabbed her and said, "Don't go... I... I'll just watch you, and then I'll do it myself." Mrs. Chen: "Oh, you... 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 even pulled her denim skirt further inside. Mrs. Chen looked at the side awkwardly without moving, sitting sideways like a mannequin. Later, she slowly turned her head to peek at me masturbating.

Mrs. Chen: "Your...it's so swollen up...so red..."

Me: "...Um..." (too busy masturbating to respond).

She was probably talking about my glans. Actually, my size is only average, about 14 centimeters. The only special feature is that my glans isn't small in proportion. My ex-girlfriend said the same thing.

Mrs. Chen just stared directly at my penis, and then suddenly bent down and took my glans into her mouth.

I was startled by this action, both excited and surprised, and felt some discharge.

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. The movements were very light, and I didn't feel much, but I really admired her flexibility.

I stopped stroking, and she took it in even deeper.

I glanced at her breasts inside her shirt 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 held them, and this rubbing made Mrs. Chen moan.

Then, not long after, I stopped caring and pulled Mrs. Chen up (she even made a kiss when her mouth left my penis). I started to take off her top, and Mrs. Chen raised her arms to help me. Then we started kissing, and this time it was really intense. My tongue went in and hers 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 fair and full breasts were presented in front of me, much to my surprise! It wasn't just a C cup, it was almost a D cup! I brought my lips to her nipples and started sucking.

Mrs. Chen started making sounds, more delicate and feminine than her usual bossy voice. Later, I simply grabbed 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 point. Her skin was so white and translucent, and her slightly plump figure was the epitome of a mature woman. I spread her legs and took a closer look at 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. Surprisingly, there was no urine smell at all; in fact, it smelled a little sweet. I stuck out my tongue and started licking her clitoris, giving her oral sex. Mrs. Chen covered her face and screamed loudly! But after a short while, she stopped me from continuing oral sex, saying it was too stimulating and uncomfortable.

I then took off my shirt, sweatpants, and underwear, ready to have sex with Mrs. Chen.

Mrs. Chen: "You...you...wait a minute!!"

Me: "Is it...is it still not okay?"

Mrs. Chen: "You...you should put on a condom first, okay...?"

It turned out she wanted me to put on a condom first! Overjoyed couldn't even begin to describe the feeling! I immediately ran to rummage around, and found an unopened box of Okamoto condoms deep inside a drawer. My hands trembled slightly as I opened it (I was so excited!), and after finally managing to get it out, I quickly put it on (it was so tight! I felt even bigger than before!).

I was about to start making love to Mrs. Chen when I spread her legs, ready to thrust in.

Mrs. Chen cried out, "Wait! Wait! Let's not... ah... don't go in... ahh... ahh...!"

She tried to stop me again, but I was too overwhelmed by lust to care! I lifted my penis and thrust it into her already soaking wet vagina, sliding in without any resistance. She was incredibly wet; after only a few thrusts, I could hear the sound of water flowing. And so, I began my 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 frowned, staring at me, but her moans were deafening, almost unbearable. I lifted her captivatingly white legs and thrust deeper. She covered her mouth with her hand to keep her voice down—truly alluring.

We made love in the normal position for over ten minutes. Then I lifted Mrs. Chen, positioning her in a lotus position facing me. I held her ample buttocks and began to thrust in and out, her arms wrapped 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...!"

Then she broke down in a loud scream! Such a violent reaction left me stunned and unable to move.

Me: "Are you...are you alright?"

Mrs. Chen: "Hmm... Oh..." She finally came to her senses.

Only then did I feel 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 to have 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 slapping filled the room. This position was easy and could be done for a long time, so Mrs. Chen was constantly being thrust into, and her moans became a little hoarse.

Later, Mrs. Chen slowly got up, and I leaned in and kissed her passionately. She turned her head and extended her tongue to intertwine with mine.

We kept making love in that position.

Mrs. Chen: "Oh...you...you...haven't you come yet...ah...ah...ah...so good...so good...you're so amazing...ah...ah...ah...so good!"

I was really happy that 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 easily orgasm. At least my ex-girlfriend never praised me like that. Suddenly, I envied her husband for being able to make love to 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, call me husband now!"

While I was rubbing Mrs. Chen's breasts, I was thinking about whether to say those dirty things to bully her, but I held back. Actually, I was a little afraid that if she heard it, she would turn around and refuse to make love to me.

…But I still want to talk about 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 something else! 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 again, and I could strongly feel that she really had an orgasm. Then, as her vagina clenched and clenched, while 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 was really so comfortable and wonderful! I didn’t care about my male image and screamed very loudly.

Whew… I’m done… I gently pulled out my penis, removed the condom (I ejaculated quite a lot… oh my god), and watched Mrs. Chen’s body rise and fall with her breath. I turned her around, kissed her, and then hugged her tightly.

We sat there panting and quiet for a while.

Mrs. Chen: “Whew… Ouch… Ouch… How did we make love… I’m doomed… It’s all your fault… You’re so annoying… I’m doomed… What do we do now… Ouch, I feel so sorry for 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 in a daze. I just lay there watching her and asked, rather cluelessly, "Was it comfortable?"

Mrs. Chen: "I...I don't know...!"

I thought she was angry, how awful.

Mrs. Chen: "I...I don't know...Actually, I also have orgasms with my husband. My husband is quite strong, but...the first time I had an orgasm, it came so quickly and so intensely...Phew..."

I was actually a little secretly pleased. I got up, went over and kissed her thigh, and squeezed her breast.

After I kissed her, Mrs. Chen pulled away, stood up and asked if she could use the bathroom. She wanted to take a shower. That's when I noticed she was covered in sweat, wet and white, very pretty. I said yes, she could use it, and she slowly walked to the bathroom and closed the door.

I thought for a moment, then got up and walked 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 bathroom door with a simple "Okay."

Inside, Mrs. Chen and I were both completely naked. I picked up the shower gel and said I could use it, squeezing some out and applying it to her body. She lathered it up herself, and I asked Mrs. Chen to squeeze some onto my back. She did, and also gently scrubbed my back with her hands. She washed me very carefully, making me suddenly feel like I was washing the back of an older sister (or my mother).

I turned around and started applying the gel to her breasts. She laughed and flinched, saying it was so itchy! Hearing this, I leaned in and kissed her. We were both covered in lather, slippery and cuddling together.

We were French kissing and rubbing against each other, and as we did so, Mrs. Chen's thighs pressed together, soon making my penis erect again.

I masturbated, and then, getting aroused, I quickly fixed the showerhead to the wall. I pulled Mrs. Chen over so we could both rinse off the soap, then turned her around, standing there, and, with my penis erect again, started thrusting in 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, her moans filling the entire bathroom (echoing loudly).

The shower water kept hitting us both; Mrs. Chen's hair was soaked. It was such a passionate scene! 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...you're so strong...ah...so good...so good!"

Later, the hot water kept running, filling the room with smoke. 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 of this, Mrs. Chen seemed a little tired and turned to ask if I couldn't ejaculate. I said yes! I'd already ejaculated once, so getting a second shot was going to be a bit difficult.

Mrs. Chen: "Or... should I help you get it out...?"

Me: "Uh... how are you going to help me?"

Mrs. Chen: "I'll give you a blowjob...!"

Mrs. Chen turned around and squatted down, grabbing my penis and taking it into her mouth. This time, I could feel Mrs. Chen sucking with her mouth. I looked down and saw her large breasts and thighs; I really wanted to pinch them, but at this point, I could only stand up and enjoy the service. Soon, she gripped it with her hand and quickly stroked it, her mouth lightly taking the glans in, her tongue 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 next to her. But I was still a step too late; I ejaculated as soon as I pulled out! The spray got 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 showering, we didn't talk much. Mrs. Chen put on her clothes and left. Before leaving, I went over and kissed her goodbye. She kissed me back and went downstairs. What should I say? I have a feeling we'll never see each other again.

Sure enough, I never saw Mrs. Chen again after that, not even when she brought her children. That was 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 she returns to her family, to her husband and children, forever and ever.

For me, although all that remains when I think back on it is endless emptiness, without Mrs. Chen that summer, I wouldn't have been able to escape the shadow of my ex-girlfriend's infidelity.

During the summer, the school assigned me to work, only in the mornings. After noon, I stayed at school to study until about seven or eight in the evening to avoid being locked up.

One evening, as I was leaving the office and reaching the parking lot, I saw a mother struggling to pull her scooter out (with a child beside her). I offered to help, and quickly got the scooter out. The mother kept thanking me, and I casually remarked that the child had been waiting patiently nearby, which was quite cute (the child was just walking around in circles).

The mother smiled, probably because her child was being praised. It was dark, but I only thought the mother's smile was very beautiful. We said goodbye and left.

The following 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 patiently nearby.

The lady kept laughing and saying how annoying it was that her motorcycle always got stuck. I explained that it was because the school was under construction, and the workers parked their motorcycles in this area; it just so happened that she always parked here.

She was curious how I knew, so I introduced myself and said I worked at the school. She politely bowed and greeted me as a teacher. I felt a little embarrassed, so I casually asked her surname. 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 only stayed there to study. Later, a child nearby started fussing about needing 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. Then, on Friday evening, as I was leaving the school gate, I saw her preparing to leave alone. This time, she wasn't riding her scooter. I went over to greet her, and she smiled and responded. That's when I got a better look at her: capri pants, a red short-sleeved shirt, wet hair, fair skin, cute, smiling eyes, and athletic sandals—basically, the look of an older woman, only she didn't look that old.

I said, "Mrs. Chen, where's the child? And did you bring your scooter?" She laughed 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 spent her days helping with the pharmacy and her evenings bringing her child to swimming lessons.

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, 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 later, we said goodbye.

Then, the following week, I occasionally ran into Mrs. Chen again. A few days ago, she had brought her child over, and we greeted each other. It was strange; I didn't know what I was expecting. Then, on Friday, I met Mrs. Chen again. Sure enough, she was alone, dressed almost the same as before, the only constant being 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 me what school I graduated from, and I discovered that we went to the same private university. Mrs. Chen smiled, patted my shoulder, and asked me to call her "senior sister." This was the first time she had touched me, and she was very comfortable and outgoing.

I said, "Senior, you got married right after graduation?" Mrs. Chen said yes, adding that she was a "yellow-faced woman" (meaning she was probably in her twenties or thirties). I said, "Senior, 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 about, 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. Too-tight legs are ugly.

Mrs. Chen asked me 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, you're not afraid of not finding someone else. Wait until you get into university and your ex-girlfriend comes back to apologize."

It was quite natural for me to tell her about my relationship setbacks. Looking back, it's strange how things turned out. The conversation then turned to how things were back in college, and she started reminiscing about her university days, seemingly longing for those happy times.

I said, "No, you're very happy now that you're married. Your husband supports you, and you have children." Mrs. Chen smiled and said, "That's true." Her family situation is pretty good; at least her husband hasn't cheated on her. We both laughed at this.

I asked Mrs. Chen if she often went swimming, and she said yes! Maintaining her figure after giving birth is tough, so she often goes swimming. Mrs. Chen also asked me what I usually do for exercise. 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 genuinely warm inside. My girlfriend's departure had taken me a long time to recover from the pain, but Mrs. Chen's talkativeness and generosity warmed my heart. Soon it was late, and we said goodbye.

Several nights passed, and after a few more pleasantries, Friday arrived. We were chatting alone, and 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 that she had offered to teach me to swim. I had no choice but to agree.

When I got home, I frantically dug out my swim trunks and swim cap. I was so nervous that night I almost couldn't sleep, and I drifted off to sleep, half-awake, as Saturday morning arrived.

The next morning, around 7:30, I arrived at the door just as she walked over. This time, her outfit was a little different: a ponytail, a loose white short-sleeved shirt, and a denim skirt that went past her knees, revealing her white legs, with a shoulder bag. The only thing that remained the same was her pair of athletic sandals. We had both already eaten breakfast, so we went straight into the pool.

When we got to the changing room, we changed together... Ah! No way, I was just imagining things. We changed separately. When I came out, I was really embarrassed, looking like a pale, scrawny chicken. Although I did have some chest muscles, thankfully I had lost a little weight after breaking up with my girlfriend, so I could see some abs from certain angles.

Then Mrs. Chen came in. She looked 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. She flipped and turned like a female dragon in the water. I was really impressed. She taught me breathing techniques, but to be honest, I wasn't really listening. I was just sneaking peeks at her heaving chest, probably a B-cup! Later, I asked if we should leave, and Mrs. Chen nodded in agreement, so we left the pool. When we

got outside, her hair was still wet. I said, "Mrs. Chen, aren't you going to dry your hair?" Turns out, the hairdryer was broken, so we went out together like that.

Once outside, I don't know where I got the courage, I asked her if she wanted to come to my place to get her hair dried, since it wasn't far.

To my surprise, she hesitated for a moment, then said yes, which was more straightforward than I expected.

On the way, I made small talk, but I felt my scalp tingling, my face tense, and my speech somewhat incoherent. We arrived downstairs quickly, and as soon as the door opened, I led her upstairs to the main entrance. Mrs. Chen was very quiet; I could barely 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 Mrs. Chen a hairdryer.

Her hair was almost dry.

We sat there chatting for a while, talking about swimming that day. Mrs. Chen also laughed, saying I should practice more, as getting cramps so easily isn't good.

Later, we chatted more comfortably, so I slipped over and sat on the bed. 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 for a moment. At that point, we were only a person's distance apart; I could feel her breathing, and her breath had a faint fragrance.

After about five or six 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 closed, 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.

Me: "Um... I'm sorry, I couldn't help myself."

Then there was another silence, and our breathing became a little heavy. Mrs. Chen said, "Oh my, what are you doing? You're panting." I said, "Am I?" Actually, my heart was pounding. In front of me was a fair-skinned woman who looked very pleasing to the eye. She was sitting on the bed with her skirt pulled back a few centimeters, revealing quite a bit of her fair thighs. I stole glances at her feet, which kept shrinking inward.

Then I leaned in and kissed her cheek. Mrs. Chen just stood there, letting me kiss her. I then moved my hand down to her fair neck, where there were still some hairs. I secretly noticed that her eyes were closed, then her collarbone. My hand also wandered restlessly over Mrs. Chen's arm. She started to moan softly. In my excitement, I reached down to her thigh. It was so soft and tender. As I slid my hand inward, 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'm so sorry to my husband, really!"

We sat there, both of us panting. I held Mrs. Chen's arms with both of my hands, and we sat motionless.

I also felt it was a bit awkward, so I said, "Okay, otherwise I'll handle it myself, and nothing will happen between us." Mrs. Chen immediately stood up after hearing this and said, "Then you do it yourself, and I'll leave first

." I grabbed her and said, "Don't go... I... I'll just watch you, and then I'll do it myself." Mrs. Chen: "Oh, you... 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 even pulled her denim skirt further inside. Mrs. Chen looked at the side awkwardly without moving, sitting sideways like a mannequin. Later, she slowly turned her head to peek at me masturbating.

Mrs. Chen: "Your...it's so swollen up...so red..."

Me: "...Um..." (too busy masturbating to respond).

She was probably talking about my glans. Actually, my size is only average, about 14 centimeters. The only special feature is that my glans isn't small in proportion. My ex-girlfriend said the same thing.

Mrs. Chen just stared directly at my penis, and then suddenly bent down and took my glans into her mouth.

I was startled by this action, both excited and surprised, and felt some discharge.

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. The movements were very light, and I didn't feel much, but I really admired her flexibility.

I stopped stroking, and she took it in even deeper.

I glanced at her breasts inside her shirt 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 held them, and this rubbing made Mrs. Chen moan.

Then, not long after, I stopped caring and pulled Mrs. Chen up (she even made a kiss when her mouth left my penis). I started to take off her top, and Mrs. Chen raised her arms to help me. Then we started kissing, and this time it was really intense. My tongue went in and hers 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 fair and full breasts were presented in front of me, much to my surprise! It wasn't just a C cup, it was almost a D cup! I brought my lips to her nipples and started sucking.

Mrs. Chen started making sounds, more delicate and feminine than her usual bossy voice. Later, I simply grabbed 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 point. Her skin was so white and translucent, and her slightly plump figure was the epitome of a mature woman. I spread her legs and took a closer look at 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. Surprisingly, there was no urine smell at all; in fact, it smelled a little sweet. I stuck out my tongue and started licking her clitoris, giving her oral sex. Mrs. Chen covered her face and screamed loudly! But after a short while, she stopped me from continuing oral sex, saying it was too stimulating and uncomfortable.

I then took off my shirt, sweatpants, and underwear, ready to have sex with Mrs. Chen.

Mrs. Chen: "You...you...wait a minute!!"

Me: "Is it...is it still not okay?"

Mrs. Chen: "You...you should put on a condom first, okay...?"

It turned out she wanted me to put on a condom first! Overjoyed couldn't even begin to describe the feeling! I immediately ran to rummage around, and found an unopened box of Okamoto condoms deep inside a drawer. My hands trembled slightly as I opened it (I was so excited!), and after finally managing to get it out, I quickly put it on (it was so tight! I felt even bigger than before!).

I was about to start making love to Mrs. Chen when I spread her legs, ready to thrust in.

Mrs. Chen cried out, "Wait! Wait! Let's not... ah... don't go in... ahh... ahh...!"

She tried to stop me again, but I was too overwhelmed by lust to care! I lifted my penis and thrust it into her already soaking wet vagina, sliding in without any resistance. She was incredibly wet; after only a few thrusts, I could hear the sound of water flowing. And so, I began my 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 frowned and kept looking at me, but her moans were deafening and a little hard to bear. I lifted her two fair and tender legs that fascinated me and penetrated her more deeply. She covered her mouth with her hand to prevent herself from making too much noise. She was so charming.

We made love in the normal position for over ten minutes. Afterward, I picked Mrs. Chen up, positioning her in a lotus position facing me. I held her ample buttocks with both hands and began thrusting in and out, back and forth. 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 forcefully, tilting her head back and stopping moaning, "Ah...ah...ah...ah...ah...!"

Then she collapsed with a loud scream! I was stunned by such a violent reaction and didn't dare to move.

Me: "Are you...are you alright?"

Mrs. Chen: "Hmm...oh..." She finally came to her senses.

Only then did I feel 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 prominent. I held her waist and kept thrusting, the sounds of slapping filling the room. This position was easy and could be done for a long time, so Mrs. Chen was constantly being thrust into, until her moans became a little hoarse.

Later, Mrs. Chen slowly got up, and I leaned in and kissed her passionately. She turned her head and intertwined her tongue with mine.

We maintained this position and continued making 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 that 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 easily orgasm. 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, call me husband now!"

While I was rubbing Mrs. Chen's breasts, I was thinking about whether to say those dirty things to bully her, but I held back. Actually, I was a little afraid that if she heard it, she would turn around and refuse to have sex with me.

...But I still want to say it.

Me: "Huff huff huff... Call me husband..." I said with great effort.

Mrs. Chen: "Husband! Husband! Husband... You're so good, husband... Oh... Oh... Husband, I love you so much... I love you so much, husband... Ah... Ah...!"

My God! This woman is something else! She's even more into it than me.

Mrs. Chen: "Husband... I'm coming again... Ah... It's coming... Ah...!"

Mrs. Chen tilted her head back forcefully again, and I could strongly feel that she had really orgasmed. Then, as her vagina clenched and clenched, while I was still moving, I really felt my penis being tightened by her vagina. After a few thrusts, I also felt 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.

Whew… I’m done… I gently pulled out my penis, removed the condom (I ejaculated quite a lot… oh my god), and watched Mrs. Chen’s body rise and fall with her breath. I turned her around, kissed her, and then hugged her tightly.

We sat there panting and quiet for a while.

Mrs. Chen: “Whew… Ouch… Ouch… How did we make love… I’m doomed… It’s all your fault… You’re so annoying… I’m doomed… What do we do now… Ouch, I feel so sorry for 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 in a daze. I just lay there watching her and asked, rather cluelessly, "Was it comfortable?"

Mrs. Chen: "I...I don't know...!"

I thought she was angry, how awful.

Mrs. Chen: "I...I don't know...Actually, I also have orgasms with my husband. My husband is quite strong, but...the first time I had an orgasm, it came so quickly and so intensely...Phew..."

I was actually a little secretly pleased. I got up, went over and kissed her thigh, and squeezed her breast.

After I kissed her, Mrs. Chen pulled away, stood up and asked if she could use the bathroom. She wanted to take a shower. That's when I noticed she was covered in sweat, wet and white, very pretty. I said yes, she could use it, and she slowly walked to the bathroom and closed the door.

I thought for a moment, then got up and walked 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 bathroom door with a simple "Okay."

Inside, Mrs. Chen and I were both completely naked. I picked up the shower gel and said I could use it, squeezing some out and applying it to her body. She lathered it up herself, and I asked Mrs. Chen to squeeze some onto my back. She did, and also gently scrubbed my back with her hands. She washed me very carefully, making me suddenly feel like I was washing the back of an older sister (or my mother).

I turned around and started applying the gel to her breasts. She laughed and flinched, saying it was so itchy! Hearing this, I leaned in and kissed her. We were both covered in lather, slippery and cuddling together.

We were French kissing and rubbing against each other, and as we did so, Mrs. Chen's thighs pressed together, soon making my penis erect again.

I masturbated, and then, getting aroused, I quickly fixed the showerhead to the wall. I pulled Mrs. Chen over so we could both rinse off the soap, then turned her around, standing there, and, with my penis erect again, started thrusting in 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, her moans filling the entire bathroom (echoing loudly).

The shower water kept hitting us both; Mrs. Chen's hair was soaked. It was such a passionate scene! 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...you're so strong...ah...so good...so good!"

Later, the hot water kept running, filling the room with smoke. 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 of this, Mrs. Chen seemed a little tired and turned to ask if I couldn't ejaculate. I said yes! I'd already ejaculated once, so getting a second shot was going to be a bit difficult.

Mrs. Chen: "Or... should I help you get it out...?"

Me: "Uh... how are you going to help me?"

Mrs. Chen: "I'll give you a blowjob...!"

Mrs. Chen turned around and squatted down, grabbing my penis and taking it into her mouth. This time, I could feel Mrs. Chen sucking with her mouth. I looked down and saw her large breasts and thighs; I really wanted to pinch them, but at this point, I could only stand up and enjoy the service. Soon, she gripped it with her hand and quickly stroked it, her mouth lightly taking the glans in, her tongue 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 next to her. But I was still a step too late; I ejaculated as soon as I pulled out! The spray got 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 showering, we didn't talk much. Mrs. Chen put on her clothes and left. Before leaving, I went over and kissed her goodbye. She kissed me back and went downstairs. What should I say? I have a feeling we'll never see each other again.

Sure enough, I never saw Mrs. Chen again after that, not even when she brought her children. That was 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 she returns to her family, to her husband and children, forever and ever.

For me, although all that remains when I think back on it is 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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