Tutor Cannibal's Wife (Continued, Next Part) (Rape and Abuse Adult Fiction)

I am 38 years old this year. I am definitely not a sex expert, but I feel uncomfortable without sex. Many friends asked me why I can go out all day without rest. They don’t know that I really have too much energy. I am married. Did I have a wet dream again last night?

I have actually been holding back until recently, when I realized that I had reached the limit. I talked to my wife, and she admitted that she was not very interested in sex. Although she was not sexually frigid, if it was possible, then it would be fine if we didn't do it. We already have a child. When I told my friends that my sex life was dry, they would definitely say I was lying. There was also a female friend who disagreed with what I said and distanced herself from me because I had deceived her. I was helpless.

To be honest, I treat my wife very well. Although we are not very compatible in terms of sex, I hope we can grow old together. But this time, something went wrong.

Recently, I have taken on some tutoring. One of them is a home tutor for primary school. After a few months of tutoring, the child has to take exams. He stays up late every night. I usually go to tutor in the afternoon, but maybe he is too tired. Recently, after the tutoring, he went back to his room and fell asleep. Usually, his mother would keep me for a while to talk about the son's homework, about 15 minutes, and no one would have anything to do.

Until one time, she said that she hurt her waist while helping her son to carry books during my tutoring. She couldn't stand up. After I finished talking to her, I helped her into the room. My heart was beating very fast because I had to hold her waist to support her so that she could stand up. Oh, it was the first time I hugged another woman like this. My throat was a little dry.

I helped her into the room. She sat on the bed and turned over to lie on her stomach. I lifted her feet and let her rest. I asked her if she needed to see a doctor. She said she would be fine after a short rest. So I left the room and watched her fall asleep. I told her I was leaving. She said yes. After I left the room, my heart was still beating hard. I had no courage. In fact, I really wanted to, but I was just afraid. My penis was so hard during the lift that I had no choice but to go to the convenience store to buy a cold drink.

When I got home that night, I asked my wife to do it, but the results were disappointing. I was tossing and turning all night.

I don't remember saying that I usually call her mommy, but she prefers to be called Adian.

I go to Ah Dian for tutoring once a week. When I see her again, it will be another week. This time, she prepared some food as a thank you for my help last time. I smiled guiltily, swallowed my saliva, and ate. While teaching Ah Dian, this time, she was not sitting with me to look after the child, but doing housework, because it was the beginning of Christmas and New Year, and I had to start cleaning.

During the break, I had a meal with her son, and A-Dian was still sweeping the floor. I looked over and saw half of her breasts and flesh-colored bra. I watched for a long time because A-Dian was bending over to sweep and swaying her body from side to side. Although her breasts were not big, she was still very attractive when she bent over and swayed from time to time.

After watching for a while, he woke up, put the remaining snacks into his mouth, and asked his son to continue reviewing. I could no longer concentrate on teaching him, and I kept peeking at him from time to time. I was so nervous and excited at that time, and I kept drinking water.

Finally, the time was up. Maybe because I drank too much water, I went to the bathroom. Although it was not the first time, I recently found that her bra and underwear were hanging out. They were both flesh-colored. But I didn’t seem to pay much attention to her underwear hanging out before. I looked at it twice, and then remembered the exposure just now. I was reluctant to leave the bathroom.

Adian is actually older than me, about 40 years old, about 34a, 30, 36, an average housewife

When I went out to the living room, her son had already entered the room. We chatted for a while as usual. When we were about to leave, she said that she had sprained her waist last week and it was still painful. She knew that I knew a little about massage, so she asked me if I could help her relax.

I paused for a moment, and when she saw my expression, she immediately said it was okay, I could do it myself.

When she turned around and walked away, I said that my gestures were not very good and I was afraid that I would hurt you. She said that I should not force it and let it go.

As I was leaving the door, I already regretted my response. I really wanted to stab myself in the ass with a knife. I felt a little tired.

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In fact, I really wanted to go back and ring the doorbell to ask if he really wanted me to massage him, but after thinking about it, I secretly laughed at myself and decided to forget it.

The next week, his son still had two exams to finish. Actually, the remaining two subjects were not very important. I planned to teach him for a while and then leave. In fact, I wanted to see A Dian.

Half an hour into the class, someone suddenly knocked on the door. It turned out to be his son's classmate, who wanted to ask him to go out and play. Adian asked me if there was anything else he wanted to teach me. I said no, so he let the son go out and play early.

There were only two of us left in the room. Ah Dian prepared some desserts for me, so I stayed and ate a little.

Because the weather was cold, the room was heated. I took off my coat as soon as I entered the room and sat down to relax. I found that Ah Dian was wearing a long T-shirt and a pair of soft and tight pants. I saw the edge of her panties and felt a little happy but also felt cheap.

After we talked about the exams for a while, I asked them if they would travel during the holidays. She said that her family would go to Macau for a few days and her husband would be on vacation. After we talked for a while, I got up and left. Adian asked me if I knew what fun things to do in Macau.

I told her about some of the attractions, such as the Ruins of St. Paul's, the White Dove Park, etc.

She said that every time she went to Macau, her husband would go to gamble, and she and her son would stay in the hotel.

I encouraged him to go play with his kids, and he would be relaxed. But he suddenly became quiet and stared at the ground. I didn't know what to do, so I just sat on the sofa for a while and waited for him to talk.

But he said as soon as he opened his mouth: Your wife is fine, you will take her around. We have talked about traveling before.

I said, actually I just go to some ordinary places, and my wife and I are fine with it! laugh

Actually, we had nothing to say, so I stood up and prepared to leave, and Adian opened the door for me.

When she stood up, she suddenly screamed, then sat down, saying that she had sprained her waist again. I immediately supported her elbow and let her sit sideways on the sofa. This time it seemed to be more serious than last time. She could no longer stand up and walk back to her room.

I asked her if she needed anything to make her feel better, and if she wanted to ask her husband to come back.

She said that her father had returned to the mainland and would be back the day after tomorrow. She asked me if I could help her apply some iron wine?

I took a bottle of her family's iron wine and gently rubbed and massaged her back and waist.

After about 10 minutes, she said that my hands were looser and I could lie prone on the sofa. She asked me if I could continue to press for a while. Of course I said yes. My hands were actually a little trembling. It might be from the cold or the high temperature. I couldn't tell.

This time she had some requests, pointing at some places for me to press, mainly on both sides of the waist, and I didn't dare to do anything rash, I just followed her instructions, otherwise she would accuse me of molesting me.

After a while, I heard that she had fallen asleep. I was afraid of waking her up, so I gently lowered my hand and slowly covered her waist with the clothes that had been pulled up.

Just as she was about to sit down, she called out, "Mmm, so comfortable." Her voice was so sweet that my heart was fluttering. I lowered my head, swallowed, and asked her if she had any questions.

She said her waist still hurts, and asked if I could press it for a while longer. So I continued to press it. This time, when I looked at her back, I kept looking down from time to time. Maybe because her voice was so coquettish, I couldn't help but think too much. I even wanted to pull down her pants to see her underwear.

I know he asked me if I could press it a little more!!!!!!! Wow,

I said, you need to pull down your pants first, otherwise the medicinal wine will stain your pants.

She pulled down without saying anything, exposing half of her butt. Oh my god, I couldn't hold it anymore.

I started by pressing my hands on her buttocks, rubbing them gently. Maybe I was starting to feel hot, but my hands were the same. She said it was very comfortable. She had never been so relaxed by a man before.

At that time, I immediately thought that she had a husband, so I paused and put my hands back on her waist. To be honest, I am not a saint. If I hadn't had any sexual experience, I would have torn her pants, because when I pushed my hands back on her waist, her buttocks were completely exposed in front of me.

I gently pulled her pants up and changed the subject to ask about her husband, because by talking about her husband, I can remind myself that we are married and call 600 next time {thisresized=true; thiswidth=600;}" alt="" align=absmiddle />

Let’s push it together!