Chapter 450 – Episode 450 a Female Professor’s Unsatisfied Sexual Desire.
My childhood friend is an easy girl.
Episode 450: The Female Professor’s Unsatisfied Sexual Desire.
——– Female professor Jang Seo-gyeong (38) point of view ——–
Looking back, I think I ran really crazy.
During the 12 years of elementary, middle and high school, I devoted myself to studying without having an extra affair or wasting time.
My parents had a high passion for learning, but I also liked studying myself.
I even felt a thrilling sense of accomplishment that the results came out as much as I worked hard.
And I got accepted into the department I wanted at the university I wanted.
Now that I’ve spent my school days where I only knew school, home, and academy, shouldn’t it be okay to take a breather and rest?
But even after I entered college, I devoted myself to studying just like I did when I was in my senior year of high school. No, since I had a clear goal, would it be more than when I was in high school?
My future dream was to be a teacher since childhood, but when I became a college student, that future dream changed to become a professor.
Of course, that doesn’t mean I’ve only studied all my life. I’ve been dating like other young women my age.
I can say it myself, but I was flawless in my face, body, and academics, and in my own way, I was called the queen in my department and received attention and attention from many men.
I’ve gotten a lot of dashes and dated some of the guys I liked. And we had sex like everyone else does.
Of course it was good. I loved spending time with the man I loved, the thrill of a first kiss or the thrill of having sex for the first time.
But somehow, deep love didn’t fit my goals.
Love was good and sex was good, but I couldn’t give up on my career as a professor just hanging on to it.
At first, the men who were so obsessed with me fell away one by one as they got tired of me prioritizing studying over time with them.
Time passed, and after graduating from college, I ran without hesitation from teaching assistant, part-time lecturer, full-time lecturer, assistant professor, associate professor, and professor.
I became a professor at a younger age than others, and becoming a professor at a prestigious university was really rewarding, and looking back on the past, I was proud.
Except for one thing.
When I looked around, I saw that friends I knew were getting married one by one and started bringing news of their children.
Still, I didn’t feel that impatient at first.
First of all, my face was considerably younger than that of women my age, and as I became a professor, I gained a little bit of time and beauty, so I steadily maintained my youthful body.
Even after entering my 30s, I always see people in their mid-20s wherever I go, so I didn’t think it was that urgent.
Is that why I was too relaxed?
As I got older, the time that passed year by year felt more and more rapid, and as I reached my mid-30s, I began to get impatient little by little.
I wonder if I can’t really get married anymore when I’m in my 40’s…
It was just that I was in a hurry, but I couldn’t get married as if I was being chased.
No matter how old I am, I still have my own status as a professor, and I have a good looks and body, but I can’t marry just anyone, right?
Little by little, I started to take an interest in marriage, which I hadn’t been very interested in until now.
Introduced by acquaintances and assisted by a marriage broker, she began to search for a mate to marry.
But it’s not that easy to meet a relationship… I have never been able to find a man I like.
Of course, since my job is a professor, I usually meet a lot of men. It’s just that most of them are students who are much younger than me…
Among those students, there were cases where they gave me a hot gaze and revealed their hidden desires as they were.
And sometimes there were students who acted in a dash without immaturity.
Of course, I didn’t hate it. Among them, there were some guys I liked quite a bit, and that fresh youth wasn’t bad either.
However, I wonder if it’s enough to solve the accumulated desires while hotly mixing our bodies for a while… You can’t even marry such kids, can you?
Imagine that a female professor in her mid-thirties seduced and married a student in her early-mid-twenties who was listening to her lecture…
What would you say around you? What kind of eyes would you look at? On the outside, they might congratulate me, but on the inside, everyone will curse at me.
And personally, I wouldn’t know if it was a temporary sex partner. I was not reluctant to marry someone younger.
For my marriage partner, I preferred a reliable man who could embrace me and whom I could rely on.
At the end of the 37-year-old, when his impatience grew as he grew one year older. I finally found a suitable marriage partner.
He was a man with a kind personality as well as a warm impression of being 3 years older than me.
The man I met through an acquaintance was a university professor like me. Of course, college was different…
That man, like me, ran frantically to become a professor and missed the right age for marriage.
The first impression of the man was good, and since the first meeting with him, we continued to meet after receiving applications for after-sales.
He had good manners, earned quite a bit of money, and there was no angularity in his personality, so he seemed pretty good as a marriage partner.
Of course, if you date for a little longer, you might see things you missed out on or things you didn’t notice, but I wasn’t that relaxed.
Apparently, I was 37 and so was the 40-year-old guy, but since he’s older, he couldn’t afford to date and get to know each other for a long time.
So after a few months of dating, I accepted the guy’s proposal right away.
And the following year, Choin, I got married when I was 38 years old and the man was 41 years old.
What can I say? After I got married, I definitely felt more secure in my heart.
Besides, I don’t know if it’s because she’s a newlywed, but the time she spent with her husband was just as happy.
Every time I go home after work, only the lights turned off and the cold room were waiting for me, but now I felt so cozy and confident that I had a warm husband to be with.
I did, and so did my husband, but unlike before, the daily routine of finishing work as quickly as possible and going straight to work was repeated.
I was so happy at first.
But as time went on, little by little, dissatisfaction piled up. Of course, I’m not saying that I hated my husband.
My husband is capable, has a good personality, and doesn’t have a bad face. My moderately well-maintained body was still strong even in my 40s.
But for some reason, I couldn’t be satisfied with the night.
Of course we had sex even before we were married.
It’s obvious that we’re both older, but we’re both virgins and can’t be virgins, right? Besides, you can’t help but guess one of the most important factors in a happy marriage before marriage, right?
Actually, even at that time, I wasn’t very satisfied with sex with my husband.
But it was still the first time, and it was the time when we started to adjust to each other, so I didn’t pay much attention. I thought it would get better with time.
It wasn’t too bad at first.
When my husband gets off work, he comes straight home.
And my husband, even during the meal, if I gave him a hot look, he would immediately lean me against the table and slap me violently.
After eating, I sat side by side on the sofa in the living room to watch TV to take a break, but when I put my hand in my husband’s pants and started kneading his penis, he pushed me on the sofa and laid me down, and then he fucked me.
Of course, even after we moved to the bed to sleep as darkness settled down outside the window, we warmly exchanged our bodies with each other.
But that kind of life didn’t last more than two months.
For some reason, when my husband made eye contact with me during a meal, he subtly avoided my gaze, and when I asked him to sit on the sofa in the living room and watch TV, he said he had something to organize and headed for the study as if running away.
And my husband’s work hours are getting late…
That doesn’t mean my husband and I stopped having sex at all.
Unlike the time when we used to mix our bodies like animals regardless of where we met as long as our eyes met, we had sex in bed before going to bed.
Just once, dry sex was all. It also gradually started to skip days.
I couldn’t quite be satisfied with this.
I’d rather not continue… It is all the more regrettable that a woman in her mid-30s, when her body is most mature and burning up, is not able to ignite the flames after being dissatisfied with her body…
From the beginning, my husband’s sex couldn’t possibly satisfy my desire once.
So, I had to fill the lacking part with the number of times, but as the number of times decreased, there was no choice but to keep building up the desire.
Do I have a stronger sexual desire than other women?
No that wouldn’t be it? If so, would I have been able to prioritize studying over dating?
The conclusion is that I am ordinary, but I have no choice but to think that my husband’s sexual desire or lust is running.
“Ah… Ah… Ah…”
My husband vigorously shook his back between my legs, and I let out a moan in response.
Actually, it wasn’t good enough to cause me to moan, but if I stayed silent, it would damage my husband’s pride, right?
It’s not that false moaning is necessarily good, but I think it’s the least manners to cheer up your husband.
My husband was rocking his waist as hard as he could, but the stitching wasn’t enough to satisfy me, and he couldn’t even get deep into the uterine wall.
Soon after, my husband shoved his penis all the way into my vagina and began to ejaculate.
I haven’t been there yet… No, I couldn’t even reach the climax…
The husband inserted his penis into his vagina and poured all of his semen into the condom that was placed on his penis.
The reason my husband uses condoms is not for contraception. He always cums on the day of ovulation.
In other words, when you’re not ovulating, you use a condom to make cleaning up easier.
I did this not because I wanted it, but because my husband wanted it. The reason is to clean up quickly after sex and go to sleep right away.
To put it simply, I think it’s to not give me room to do it again.
After ejaculating, my husband immediately pulled the penis out of my vagina and lay down next to me, breathing hard.
Just by looking at it, I could tell that my husband did his best to please me in his own way.
But then what? Was I really not satisfied?
After my husband’s breathing had stabilized somewhat, he looked at me and gently stroked my hair.
“Seokyeong-san… Today was good.”
“Honey… Me too…”
My husband immediately stood up, removed the condom from his penis, and threw it into the trash can next to the bed.
And my husband took a few wipes from the drawer next to the bed and wiped his penis first, then cleaned my breasts and genital area.
My husband still didn’t let go of me after his marriage, and he even took care of meticulously after sex.
I really like this, but it’s really sad that the sex isn’t satisfying…
“Sleep well then…”
My husband, who had finished all the sex work, said hello to me and lay down on the bed as it was and went to sleep.
I still couldn’t put my husband to sleep, satisfied with just once.
“Honey… Can’t we just do it one more time today?”
“I’m sorry, Seokyeong… I’m a little tired today… And I have to go out early tomorrow, so I’ll stop here for today…”
“… Yes. All right.”
My husband must have been really tired before he knew it, so he took a deep breath and fell asleep.
But I couldn’t sleep right away. No, it was impossible to fall asleep.
How could I sleep when I was just starting to heat up and it was over?
I put my hand between my legs Then I slowly pushed one of my middle fingers into my vagina.
Even though my husband cleaned it up meticulously, there was still a lot of heat inside the vagina.
I put my finger into my vagina and started moving it slowly.
The slightly sensitive inside of the vagina gave me a thrilling pleasure with my fingers.
I inserted my finger deep into the vagina next to my sleeping husband.
One finger wasn’t enough, so I put two in, and it started throbbing faster and faster.
“Oh… Ugh… Ugh…”
I covered my mouth with my left hand and moved my right hand faster to hold back the moaning that came from real pleasure, not the false moaning in front of my husband.
Soon, the pleasure of hot pleasure spread through my body from between my legs, down my spine.
I was finally satisfied after reaching a climax that I couldn’t reach at all with my husband’s penis.
——– Female professor Jang Seo-gyeong (38) continued ——–