mature woman bitch

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I just discovered that my mature wife is a sneaky, slutty bitch, and I don't know whether to be furious or grateful for her actions.
My wife, Heather, 45, and I have been together for almost 25 years, married for 18, but our relationship has always been turbulent. Before we got married, we broke up and got back together dozens of times.
When we broke up, we each had sex with other people. Even after we got married, we separated twice and lived with other men or women, each enjoying a wild sex life with our new lovers.
But no matter how much we argued, we couldn't bear to completely separate. No matter how much I messed around with others, no matter how slutty she was, we always ended up getting back together and vowing never to separate again.
In other words, our marriage is open and unconventional.
I work the night shift, from 11:30 PM to 8 AM, while Heather works the day shift, from 7 AM to 4 PM. So, whenever I get home from work, Heather has already gone to work.
During the time I was home alone, sometimes I would go straight to bed and not get up until Heather got off work, then we would have dinner together and stay in bed together until I went to work; sometimes I would busy myself in my yard or do some housework, and then go to bed after lunch. I usually preferred to sleep until noon, but it depended on what Heather wanted me to do.
If she wanted to have sex with me at night, she wanted me to go to bed early so I would have the energy to go to bed with her; but sometimes she would go shopping after work and didn't care when I went to bed. However, recently, she has been very concerned about my sleep schedule. At the time, I didn't think there was anything wrong with it, but now I think I should have been suspicious.
One morning I came home from work, ready to go straight to bed, because Heather had recently wanted me to do so. I took off my work clothes, sat at the kitchen table drinking coffee and flipping through today's newspaper, when I suddenly saw Heather's sister, Hazel, yawning and sleepily walking in.
It was obvious she hadn't expected me to be in the kitchen, as she was only wearing a low-cut, short-hemmed nightgown.
She didn't notice me, walking straight to the tap and filling a glass. As she tilted her head back to drink, her 36C breasts were exposed, making my blood boil and my penis instantly hard.
After she finished drinking, she turned around and saw me sitting at the table, exclaiming in surprise, "Oh, oh, what are you doing here?"
She walked towards me, "Ray, my darling, I didn't expect you to be home already. Hehe, look what goodies you brought me!"
She bent down in front of me, touching the bulge in my pants, "I'm so glad Heather let me stay at your place last night."
Hazel was a lewd woman; I knew her lewd nature ever since I met Heather. Although she was very seductive and beautiful, I tried to avoid any entanglement with her, after all, she was my wife's sister. However, I'm also a man with weak willpower and a very lustful nature. The sight of a beautiful, half-naked, seductive woman caressing my penis was unbearable, and I couldn't possibly refuse her.
Hazel pulled my hand, lifting me from the chair, and said, "Come on, Ray, my darling, now let me see how you, this playboy, play with me."
She pulled me, preparing to turn and go into my bedroom, but she stopped me. "No, no, darling, although I don't mind having an affair with my sister's husband, I still feel a little uncomfortable in her bed." She
pulled me into the guest room where she slept the night before, jumped onto the bed, and said, "Come on, darling, let's start playing."
If it were purely from a sexual perspective, I should have married Hazel; she was truly a greedy and extremely lewd slut. For three whole hours, she took me on a journey through hell, trying every trick in the book: sucking my dick, licking my pussy, and even licking each other's anuses. After vaginal penetration, I was fucked in the anus and then ejaculated in her mouth. The whole thing left me exhausted, and I couldn't get hard anymore. But she still had her legs wide open, yelling at me, "Please, hurry up, Ray, come fuck me!"
I ignored her, struggled to get out of her bed, staggered back to my bedroom, collapsed onto my bed, and immediately fell into a deep sleep.
Hazel was a truly amazing woman. The muscles in her vagina could contract incredibly freely. When my penis was inside her, it was as if her body had fingers inside; the muscles contracted, wriggled, squeezed, and rubbed my penis—it felt incredibly good and incredibly stimulating.
However, although I loved having sex with her, I knew clearly that I shouldn't, and dared not, continue seeing her. Because I still loved my wife very much and didn't want our marriage to be ruined by my affair with Heather's sister. Moreover, having sex with a woman related to me like that would easily be caught by my wife.
Hazel stayed at my house for another week, trying several times to seduce me into having sex with her again, but I firmly refused each time. Later, seeing no hope, she gave up.
Two weeks after that incident, when I came home from work, I saw Wanda sitting on my porch. Wanda was our neighbor; she had come to ask for my help. Her husband was away on a business trip, and her dryer had broken down, leaving her with a huge pile of laundry that wouldn't dry.
"Ray, can you help me? I really don't know how to fix that machine."
She was lucky; I wasn't planning on going straight home after work, but Heather called me before I left, telling me to come home and go to sleep, "I have something to do with you tonight, darling,"
she said on the phone. Heather always said this whenever she wanted to have passionate sex with me.
I followed Wanda toward her house, her full, sexy buttocks catching my eye.
Actually, her butt wasn't very big, but she was wearing tight jeans that accentuated her curves, creating a very beautiful silhouette. The last time Heather and I argued and separated, I had considered Wanda, but I refrained from taking any further action because her husband came home in time.
I carefully checked the dryer; it definitely wasn't working. I first plugged it back in to check for a short circuit. Then, I checked the fuse box and found two loose wires, so I tightened them and reinstalled them. I asked Wanda to try it, and as soon as she pressed the button, the machine started working again.
"Thank you, Ray. Can I buy you a coffee?"
Wanda said happily.
"Sure, thanks,"
I replied, as I was thinking of having a coffee before bed. But I really enjoyed looking at Wanda's big butt; why let this opportunity pass me by?
She handed me the coffee and said, "Ray, can I ask you a question?"
"Of course."
"Why are you staring at my butt?"
Normally, if she asked me that, I would have been so embarrassed I'd run away, but at that moment, the image of her naked body, her butt sticking out, suddenly appeared in my mind, and I blurted out, "Because I like to look."
As soon as I said it, I realized my mistake.
"Really? What would you do if I showed it to you?"
Undoubtedly, I was in a very awkward situation. I quickly stood up and stammered, "Excuse me, I have to go."
Just as I reached the door, Wanda said behind me, "What's wrong with you, Ray? Don't you want to see my sexy ass?"
I turned around and saw that she had already unbuttoned her jeans, pulled down her pants and underwear together, and then bent over, sticking out her buttocks, saying, "Do you like it? Ray, my husband has been away on a business trip for two weeks, and I'm so horny. Don't you want to help me, Ray? Don't you want to be my good neighbor?"
I'm really not used to cheating on my wife with other women. In the past, when I seduced a woman, I would always tell her very frankly. However, ever since that crazy time I had sex with her sister Hazel, I haven't been so honest with my wife anymore, because I don't dare tell her about having sex with her own sister.
But this time, I found myself a reason: to save Mr. Hank's life. He's been away on a business trip for more than two weeks, and once he gets home, that horny Wanda will kill him! As their good neighbor, I absolutely cannot stand idly by when their lives are at stake.
Wanda loved the 69 position and enjoyed swaying her large butt against my face. After satisfying her desires, she finally let me go. Just as I got up to put on my pants, she said to me, "Hank won't be back for another week. I'm worried the dryer might still be malfunctioning. Could you come over tomorrow morning to check on things? I still have some clothes that need drying."
I smiled and nodded, then went home. Back home, I immediately collapsed into bed; I was exhausted.
For the next week, I went to Wanda's house every day after work to see what she needed me to do. But all good times eventually come to an end. On Thursday morning, as I wearily climbed out of Wanda's bed, she said to me, "Hank will be back tonight, but he'll be away on a business trip for another two weeks. By then, you won't have forgotten me, will you?"
During the time I was having an affair with Hazel and maintaining a week-long sexual relationship with Wanda, my wife's libido had suddenly become incredibly strong, as if she'd taken an aphrodisiac. Before, we had sex four times a week, and she wanted me to fuck her three to four times each time. But now we have sex five to six times a week, and I ejaculate more than three times each time. Having to deal with Wanda and Heather, two women with extremely high sex drives, every morning and evening is unbearable. I feel like I'm sleepwalking
at work every day; my coworkers all think I'm sick and want me to take sick leave and go home to rest. I thought I could finally get a few days of rest after Hank came back, but little did I know that even greater suffering awaited me. On the very day Hank returned, I had just gotten home from work when I received a call from my sister-in-law
, Sarah. She said she had twisted her ankle and couldn't find her husband, asking if I could take her to the hospital. I rushed out, drove her to the hospital, and then took her home. I carried her inside, put her on the sofa in the living room, and Sarah said thank you, Ray, and kissed me. However, it wasn't a polite kiss on the cheek; she kissed me firmly on the lips and immediately stuck her tongue into my mouth. Naturally, my tongue immediately became entangled with hers, and my hands began to caress her breasts.
Finally, Sarah released her mouth, panting, and said to me, "Not on the sofa, Ray, carry me to the bedroom."
So, for the week Hank returned from his business trip, I had to take care of Sarah every day after work because my brother had to work during the day and couldn't look after his wife. Sarah was also a woman with a very strong sex drive; she wanted to be with me for three or four hours every day, and by the time I got home at noon, I was so exhausted I could barely crawl into bed.
A week later, Sarah's foot was better, but Hank went on another business trip, and I had to take care of Wanda every day.
So, taking care of Sarah and Wanda in the morning and my wife Heather in the evening, I finally collapsed from exhaustion. One night at work, I actually fell asleep in the break room. My coworkers woke me up, telling me to go home and rest, otherwise I would definitely get injured at work.
I got home around 2 a.m. and saw Hazel's car parked in my driveway, with two other cars I didn't recognize parked next to it. The house was brightly lit, and it seemed like every room was lit. What was going on? Wasn't Heather supposed to be at work at 6 a.m.? Why was she up so early?
Perhaps knowing that Hazel was a very slutty slut, I became suspicious of her car and the two unfamiliar cars outside my house at this hour. So, I quietly approached my house and peeked inside through the living room window.
The first thing I saw was Sarah having sex with me. Yes! On the television screen, I was standing behind Sarah, my penis thrusting vigorously into her filthy vagina.
In the living room armchair, Hazel was straddling a man I'd never seen before, thrusting in and out of her vagina; on the floor, Wanda was being raped by her brother-in-law; and Heather lay on the sofa, watching TV while using a thick, black rubber penis to penetrate her vagina.
The TV was still playing footage of Sarah and me having sex—she was bathing me, then sucking my penis hard in her mouth. Clearly, someone had been secretly recording us in her house while Sarah and I were having sex. Who was it? And why?
I got into my car, drove to another street, and parked in a more secluded spot, so Hazel, Wanda, and the two men wouldn't see us when they left. Then I went back outside my house and continued to observe what was happening inside. Over the next hour, the two men each had sex with Wanda and Hazel, but Heather kept watching TV while using a dildo on herself, only performing oral sex on Wanda's brother-in-law once.
Finally, the debauched couple were satisfied and started getting dressed. Twenty minutes later, Hazel and the two men drove off in their car, and Wanda, after helping Heather tidy up the room, went back to her house. I watched Heather take a videotape from the VCR and hide it in the bookcase. Perhaps she thought it was the safest place, because it was full of her tattered romance novels, which I never touched.
I went back to my car and waited until my normal workday to drive home. Heather had already gone to work, and the room was impeccably tidy, showing no signs of the earlier debauchery.
I went straight to the bookcase, found the videotape, put it in the VCR, and rewound to the beginning.
The camera first showed Hazel walking around the bed in the guest room, then asking, "How's this?"
In the background, Heather said, "Move a little to the left, okay, that's it. If you don't move out of that area, the camera will record everything."
Then, the camera showed the empty room. About five minutes later, Hazel came in, she must have turned on the video camera, then went out again. Next, Hazel pulled me in by the hand, and then the camera showed us making love. Following that, the camera showed scenes of me and Wanda, and me and Sarah making love.
"You really angered Hazel."
Suddenly, a voice sounded behind me. I turned around and saw my neighbor, Wanda. She continued, "You didn't come to my house this morning, so I came over to ask you to come over."
Then, she pointed to the VCR and said, "I think we should destroy it."
Now, what I really wanted to know was, "Why do you say I angered Hazel?"
"Because you slept with her once and then ignored her, but you're always cheating on me and Sarah with yourselves."
"What exactly happened?"
"Heather read some stories about husbands hiding in closets to watch their wives having sex with other men, and she's also curious to see how you have sex with other women, but she doesn't want you to know. However, she works during the day and can't come home, so she can only record it. She found the video of you and Hazel very exciting, so she wanted to see more. Unexpectedly, after you and Hazel did it once, you didn't want to do it again,
so she had to come to me for help." "Ah! How could you agree? How could you grant her such a request?"
"Because Heather knows I'm a flirtatious and sexually active woman, but I don't know how she brought Sarah into this. Do you think we should continue? Or should we end it?" "
That depends on what you say."
"What do you mean by what?"
"It depends on whether you tell Heather that I've discovered the truth."
I made a copy of the videotape and put the original back in its place. If Heather ever comes after me for having affairs with her sister and other women, I can use this videotape to retaliate against her. I'll show her the videotape and say, "Look at this, my darling, I just did what you wanted me to do."
Now only Wanda knows I know the truth and has assured me she won't tell Heather.
Now that I know the truth, I have no more reservations. Whenever I'm alone with Hazel, I don't hesitate to push her down on the sofa and fuck her hard. From then on, I made a schedule, taking turns having sex with Wanda, Sarah, Hazel, and Heather.
Due to excessive debauchery, I've lost a lot of weight and feel extremely tired all the time, but I don't want to stop. "To die under a peony flower is to die a romantic death," as the saying goes. As long as Heather wants to continue watching me have sex with other women, I'll keep going until I give my life.
Yesterday, Heather came up with a new idea. When I arrived at Sarah's house, I saw Hazel waiting for me there too. It seems Heather wants to see a good show of one phoenix fighting two phoenixes. But a terrible thought flashed through my mind: was this damn Heather trying to kill me with a woman's cunt? I thought to myself as I took off my clothes, wondering how much personal accident insurance Heather had bought for me.

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