Liu Yan's Husband's Phone Call
“Hello, Zhipeng? Why are you calling me now? Is something wrong?”
Hearing her husband's familiar voice on the line, Liu Yan instinctively let out a sigh of relief. What she feared most was picking up the phone only to find it wasn't him—that would mean something terrible had happened to him.
“Oh, nothing major. I just wired five thousand yuan into your card. Head to the city and buy yourself a computer.”
Xu Zhipeng's voice sounded a bit faint, maybe from a bad signal. “Then grab a webcam too. That way, we won't have to bother with phone calls anymore—we can just video chat online and actually see each other. Way better deal than this.”
Liu Yan froze for a second. Of course she knew webcams let you video on a computer screen, but a machine like that cost thousands—practically two months of her salary. Xu Zhipeng made decent money working down south, sure, but he burned through it fast too. How could he suddenly send her so much? Worry crept into her voice. “Zhipeng, where'd you get all that cash?”
“Don't stress. I landed a big job lately—raked in a nice chunk.”
Xu Zhipeng perked up at the mention of money. “Man, the south's the place to be. Opportunities everywhere—beats the hell out of Gu County. You gotta come see it sometime. Their toilets are even cleaner than anything we've got here. Hey, when summer break hits, come stay with me awhile. It's been forever, and I'm dying to see you.”
Liu Yan relaxed a bit at her husband's lingering enthusiasm. She missed him too and figured it was a good chance to reunite, so she agreed to visit once school let out.
Xu Zhipeng had other stuff to handle, so he wrapped up the call quickly after a few words. As Liu Yan set the phone down, a sour taste settled in her chest. Her husband didn't have many flaws, really—just too much ambition, unwilling to settle for an ordinary life in the county. That's what drew her to him at first, that restless drive. But now? A steady man didn't sound so bad.
In her memories, the happiest days were right after she and Xu Zhipeng returned from the province to Gu County. She'd just started as a Chinese teacher at San Zhong, and he'd snagged a laid-back county job. He'd come home early every evening, and when she got back, they'd cook together, chatting about their days over dinner.
Afterward, they'd watch TV for a bit, and Xu Zhipeng couldn't resist running his hands over her full, sexy curves. Once she was good and riled up, she'd strip naked, her snow-white body bare, lift her long, thick thighs, and spread her dripping pussy lips for him, letting his cock slide in slow.
Xu Zhipeng's dick wasn't huge—especially compared to Ma Jun's monster—but it satisfied Liu Yan just fine. Every time it pushed inside, excitement surged through her. She'd clamp her thighs tight around his waist, bite her lip hard, and never make a sound, no matter how good it felt. To her, women who moaned in bed were classless sluts, using filthy tricks to lure men.
Xu Zhipeng had zero finesse in bed either—just waited till her pussy was wet, then rammed in hard and fast till he blew his load. Quick rinse, crash out. Liu Yan used to gripe about his lack of romance, but once he left? Even that rough, basic fuck was a pipe dream. If her willpower had slipped even a little, she'd have ended up like Li Wen, fallen into depravity.
Liu Yan got why Zhang Li cheated with Ma Jun, but Li Wen? She didn't get it. Still young, married just a few years, fresh kid—why throw it all away for some stranger's cock in her most private spot? Unthinkable.
Of course, Liu Yan couldn't claim total innocence either. She'd gotten intimate with four men's dicks now. First was Principal Li Jianjun—she'd jerked him off to repay a favor, nearly sucked him too, till Ma Jun interrupted. Looking back, she was grateful; without that, she'd probably be his mistress by now.
Second, the masked pervert—pure humiliation. Under threat, she'd titfucked him with her massive tits, a treat even her husband never got. If she hadn't fought back, he'd have raped her.
Third, Feng Kun. That wild, drugged-up night, he'd slipped her aphrodisiac-laced water, nearly claimed her virginity—till Ma Jun swooped in.
Last was Ma Jun himself, and her feelings for him were the knottiest. She knew his initial interest was impure—a horny teen crushing on his sexy teacher. She'd meant to guide him straight, but accidents piled up, derailing her plans. By the time she realized her forbidden feelings, she was in too deep, clinging to scraps of reason and pride to hold the line.
Liu Yan wanted emotional closeness with Ma Jun, physical distance. But when a woman's heart opens to a man, her body follows, craving more—especially for a lonely one like her.
Hanging with Ma Jun thrilled her, but the guilt weighed heavy. Every compromise felt like a step toward the cliff. Her husband's call was like a warning sign: Stop. No further. But could she turn back now?
The last class of the afternoon was history, taught by a droning fifty-something guy whose mumbled monotone followed the textbook word-for-word. Everyone dozed off—except Li Ting and a few note-takers up front. Back-row boys sprawled asleep on desks.
Ma Jun was solid in history, mid-to-upper scores. Teacher's voice droned on in his ear, but his mind raced to tonight's meetup with Li Wen. He'd fucked Zhang Li good at lunch, but picturing Li Wen's slutty, sultry body had his cock twitching again.
Finally, bell rang. Teacher packed up and left; kids bolted. Ma Jun pretended to review, planning to linger till empty. But Huang Guoxin sidled over. “Ma Jun, last night Li Wen texted again, asking who I was. Guess what I said?”
“What'd you tell her?”
Ma Jun was surprised. Li Wen texting? Expected. Huang Guoxin replying? Ballsy. Kid couldn't hold back his urges anymore.
“Told her I'm a student in her class, been crushing hard forever.”
Huang Guoxin grinned. “That way she won't suspect us. And get this—she sent a pussy pic! Jerked off twice to it.”
Li Wen was hooked on the game. Ma Jun figured he'd misjudged her—most hate secret watchers, but it fueled her inner whore.
He'd let Huang Guoxin keep chatting; too risky for him. Li Wen knew his texting style too well—might sniff him out.
Huang Guoxin chatted a bit, then bounced. Classroom empty, Ma Jun grabbed his stuff and headed out. Campus felt desolate in the fading light, a few office lights on in the building—but not Zhang Li's. She'd gone.
Ma Jun cut through a side path to the rear garden. Dusk settling; shadows flickered in the pavilion. Li Wen was early, eager slut. Craving another pounding from his huge cock?
Bring it. Ma Jun strode forward. Mind games weren't his forte—better to go body-to-body, dominate her. Conquering Li Wen would stick it to Feng Kun too—see if he'd still eye Liu Yan.
Almost at the pavilion—wait, two shadows tangled, kissing hot and heavy. Ma Jun froze, ducked aside. Li Wen stood him up for this? Who was the guy—Feng Kun? Some other dude?
Then voices: guy chuckled, boyish. “Baby, your tits got bigger—B-cup now? All my doing. Wish they'd grow more.”
Voice too young for adult—student, not Feng Kun. And not Li Wen; her rack was C at least, closing on Zhang Li's.
Girl huffed. “Hate 'em small? Don't touch. Go grope Liu Yan's if you dare—she'd never look at you.”
Guy laughed awkwardly. “Aw, don't get mad. She's a teacher. Student like me? Nah. Her big tits? Principal's handiwork. I'll work harder—you'll catch her. Hell, surpass her.”
Ma Jun nailed it—students, some grade, sneaking a fuck in the garden. Uniforms visible in the light, faces not.
Girl smirked. “You sweet-talker. But I don't want monster tits—everyone stares. Hey, all you guys wanna grope Liu Yan's, right?”
Boy chuckled. “Duh. Those jugs swaying everywhere? Drives guys—and teachers—nuts. Shame only Li Jianjun gets 'em. Wonder how many teachers that old perv's banged.”
“Jealous? Become principal—bang teachers and students.”
“If I did, you'd be my secretary. Deal?”
“Dream on. With your luck? If you make principal, I'll be education bureau chief.”
Ma Jun bristled at the Liu Yan trash-talk. Worried Li Wen might show, he chucked a rock—splash. Pair jumped.
“What was that?”
Girl hid behind boy, tense.
“Dunno. Wild cat?”
Boy scared but playing cool.
“Whatever. Let's go. Your idea to come here—no nicer spot?”
“Fine, movie?”
Boy caved; they held hands and left.
Ma Jun waited them out, then entered the pavilion for Li Wen. No show. Playing him? Payback for ditching her last time? Half-hour later, starving, he bailed.
Ten minutes on, a sultry figure hurried in, scanned empty pavilion, sighed in frustration. Li Wen. She'd planned to meet Ma Jun post-work, but Feng Kun blocked her downstairs.
“Li Teacher, headed where?”
Feng Kun leered. Days apart, the sexy young wife looked plumper, riper. Faint-purple dress hugged her lush curves, sheer flesh-toned stockings on long white legs, deep cleavage from proud tits swaying with faint milky scent. Her wet eyes shot seductive sparks, lighting her up—his crotch stirred.
“What's it to you?”
Li Wen rolled her eyes. Post-scandal, she'd ghosted him. His research director gig? Toast. Useless now. Hubby sniffing rumors too—she'd phase him out.
“Feistier lately, huh? C'mon, gotta talk.”
Feng Kun smirked inwardly. Bitch thinks she can ditch him now he's down? Not after the cash he'd blown—pricier than whores.
Li Wen paused, figured clear the air, followed to his car. Ma Jun? Let the kid stew—like he'd done to her.
Feng Kun drove off-campus. Li Wen stared out window, ignoring him. He slid a hand to her thigh—silky stocking over firm, round meat. Itched him; hand crept higher. She glared, shoved it off. Back on. Off again. Tug-of-war, silent tension thickening the air.