Mature women's lovers

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Recently, I discovered that my wife of 21 years was having affairs with several men, and I had never noticed a single clue. Moreover, she didn't just have individual relationships with these men; she also participated in group sex with them, which infuriated me.
How did I find out? I caught this slut red-handed! I want to ask you all, if you saw the woman you truly love being gang-raped by a group of men with huge penises, what would you do? When you discover such a lewd scene, and the woman you deeply love kneels before you, crying and begging for your forgiveness, how would you handle it?
Besides severely damaging our marriage, she could also ruin my job. Because one of the men who gang-raped her is my boss. Although my boss repeatedly swears that he had no idea Marty was my wife, how humiliating it would be for me to go to work and still have to face this man who gang-raped my wife every day! Although I believe my boss is telling the truth, and although he promised to make it up to me at work, I still feel very uncomfortable.
And Marty keeps swearing to me that she still loves me very much, has no intention of hurting me, and doesn't want to lose me at all. So, what am I supposed to do after hearing all that?
For most men, the only solution is to completely cut ties with this woman, throw this slut out into the street, and start a new life. But, unfortunately, I still love this slut and can't bear to lose her.
But how can I continue living with her after she's done so many shameful things to me?
How can I listen to her sweet talk about loving me while she describes how much she enjoys those big dicks that violate her? I really want to write a letter to marriage counselors Ann Landers or Dee Abby and ask them for advice.
For the past 12 years, Marty has worked as an administrative secretary at XYZ Company. For the last 5 years, she has also served as the personal secretary to the company's chairman and CEO. One of her most important tasks at work was accompanying her boss on trips between cities to meet with clients of XYZ Company or to conduct business negotiations. Generally, she traveled twice a month, each trip lasting two to three days. It was during these trips that she began working as a company hostess.
On one seemingly ordinary trip, her boss, Darren, was overjoyed after signing a large contract and wanted to celebrate. That evening, Darren invited several people, including Marty, to dinner and dancing.
Everyone had a great time, and Marty was repeatedly invited to dance with several men, some of whom even showed interest in her. Marty was a very sexy woman, and as she danced with the men, her libido was aroused, and her face grew increasingly flushed.
Around 10 pm, the party ended, and Darren and Marty returned to their hotel.
In the elevator, Darren asked Marty to come to his room because he had an important meeting early the next morning and needed her to prepare some notes. This was nothing new; Marty had been doing this kind of work for her boss for years, so there shouldn't be any problems. Marty told her boss she needed to go back to her room to call him and let him know she was safe, then she'd go to his room to prepare for tomorrow's meeting.
The boss told Marty that it wasn't necessary; she could just make the call from his room. "That would save time,"
he said. "Let's finish our preparations quickly so we can go to bed early."
Marty assumed he meant for her to finish her work quickly and go back to her room to sleep.
Once in the boss's room, Darren's first action was to pour him and Marty two drinks at the bar.
Then, he asked Marty to prepare meeting notes for him, and then she could call him while he reviewed them, saving even more time.
"If you want to whisper sweet nothings to your husband, I can hide in the bathroom; I definitely won't disturb your privacy,"
Darren said, half-jokingly, half-seriously.
"Hehe, it's nothing. My 'sweet talk' was just telling him I love him. You don't need to hide in the bathroom,"
Marty said with a laugh.
When Marty called me, she asked how my day was, and I told her. While we were on the phone, Darren walked up behind Marty, reached out and grabbed her breasts, kneading them, and kissed her neck.
Darren's actions surprised Marty greatly, and she stopped mid-sentence.
In that brief pause, many things flashed through Marty's mind. If she screamed to stop Darren, I might immediately discover what was happening there, and when they returned, there might be a lot of trouble.
Marty immediately thought about what kind of revenge I might take against her and her boss, which might ruin her career at the company. She thought she would definitely lose her job, wouldn't get a recommendation letter from the company to find another job, and might even receive a bad evaluation for her performance at the company.
Thinking about all this, Marty decided to hold back for now and wait until she finished her call with me. Then, she tried to cleverly escape Darren's entanglement and leave his room.
However, Marty's plan and actions didn't work. The alcohol she had drunk earlier and the desire aroused during the dance made her feel very comfortable with Darren's teasing and caresses, without any aversion. At the same time, she confidently believed that as long as she didn't hang up the phone with me, Darren wouldn't dare to do anything more outrageous to her, lest I hear it on the other end of the line.
Unfortunately, Marty's judgment was wrong again. Seeing that Marty could neither resist nor dare to shout, Darren became even more aggressive. He rubbed Marty's breasts with one hand, and with the other hand lifted her skirt above her waist, his hard penis pressing against her buttocks through his jeans. Then, his hand slid into her panties, rubbing her vulva. Next, he inserted one leg between her legs and forcefully spread them apart.
At this point, Marty really didn't know what to do. Although she felt the best defense was to not hang up the phone with me, Darren didn't seem worried that his actions would make noise and be heard by me on the other end of the line, making me suspicious. In other words, Marty's anticipated defense didn't work; her misjudgment and hesitation caused her to repeatedly miss opportunities to stop Darren. She heard him unzip his pants, and then felt his thick, hot penis thrust into her buttocks, pumping back and forth.
Suddenly, Darren removed his hand from her breasts and released her waist with his other hand, but he didn't stop harassing her. Instead, he pulled her tightly with one hand and grabbed her hair with the other, pressing her face down. Because her upper body was bent, she had to spread her legs to maintain her balance, so Darren's hard penis pressed against her vulva through her underwear.
Darren continued forward, his glans brushing against the thin strap of Marty's underwear, separating her labia, and with another force, his penis entered her body. He gripped Marty's hips with both hands, moving his body back and forth, his penis slowly and steadily thrusting in and out of Marty's vagina.
Marty was still on the phone with me, but she seemed somewhat dazed. The lust aroused by Darren's large penis, mixed with the emotions she felt earlier while dancing in the bar, and the guilt and shame of betraying her husband, surged within her, leaving her wanting more yet unable to stop. Just a minute later, her body began to respond involuntarily to Darren's thrusts, while she simultaneously felt how wicked it was to be raped by another man while talking to her husband on the phone!
Darren slowly laid Marty down on the floor, making her lie on her back. As he pulled down her panties, Marty didn't resist, and after undressing, she spread her legs as wide as possible to make it easier for Darren to enter her. Then, lying on the floor, letting Darren's penis slide inside her vagina, she affectionately told me how much she loved me, how much she missed me, how much she wanted to have sex with me, and so on.
Marty's legs were wrapped around Darren's back, and she kept talking to me until Darren ejaculated into her vagina before saying goodbye. After I hung up the phone, Marty remained lying there motionless, waiting for Darren to get off her, take the receiver from her, and hang up. Then, Darren returned to her side, kneeling beside her, his semi-erect penis just inches from her mouth. Marty knew what he wanted, so she opened her mouth and took the penis that had just violated her into her mouth.
Later, Marty stayed in Darren's room, and they made love until dawn, both exhausted and nearly dead. At the meeting the next morning, they were both extremely tired and almost fell asleep several times. At breakfast, they both agreed that the passion of that night was just a coincidence, and that their relationship should remain purely professional.
For most of the day, Marty was overwhelmed by guilt, constantly thinking about how to tell me what had happened between her and Darren, and how to save their marriage.
After the meeting, Marty and Darren returned to the hotel together. As soon as they stepped out of the elevator, Darren grabbed Marty's arm and pulled her into his room. After entering the room, Darren picked up the phone to inform the hotel reception that he and Marty would be extending their stay for another day. Before he could even hang up, Marty had already stripped naked, lay on the bed with her legs spread, waiting for him.
That night, when Marty called me to tell me they were staying another day, she was kneeling on the bed, her ass raised, letting Darren fuck her hard from behind.
"I don't know why,"
Marty confessed to me afterward, "but ever since our first time, I always felt like he had some kind of spell on me. Actually, after our first time, I didn't feel good at all, and I didn't like him at all, but whenever we were alone together, I could never refuse anything he did to me."
On the night the conference ended, they made love almost all night, and the next day, they stayed in bed until they had to catch their flight in the afternoon.
Marty got home a little earlier than I did from work. She had showered, changed into new stockings and high heels, and was waiting for my return. That night, she relentlessly made love to me, trying to wash away her guilt, but she couldn't shake off her remorse and confessed everything she had done.
For the next few weeks, Darren had sex with her four times a week. He raped her on his office desk, took her to a hotel during lunch, made her perform oral sex on him in his car in the parking lot, and even once, while his wife was out, he took her home and raped her all day during his workday.
To better enjoy Marty's body at work, Darren bought a new sofa for his office and started having sex with her on the sofa every morning before work, then calling her to his office before leaving to have sex again. To alleviate her guilt, Marty would always have intense sex with me every night after returning home from work.
Three weeks later, Darren arranged a three-day business trip, two days for business and one day for sex with Marty. This time, Darren didn't book two rooms anymore; he had Marty stay with him directly.
This continued for the next six months. Darren could rape Marty anytime, anywhere, whether at the company or on business trips. When Marty returned home, she would always relieve her inner unease and guilt by having sex with me repeatedly.
Marty told me she didn't know why Darren could do whatever he wanted to her, and whenever Darren pointed to his bulging crotch, she would involuntarily kneel before him, take out his hard penis, and stroke and suck it.
Later, Darren's behavior towards Marty became even more unrestrained; he even started making Marty serve other men.
Once, Marty accompanied Darren to Chicago for work at the auditing firm's office. The next evening, just as Marty was kneeling before Darren sucking his penis, someone knocked on the door. Darren went to open the door, and standing outside was Phil, the manager of the Chicago office.
After Darren let Phil in, he smiled and said to Marty, "I've already told Phil that because of his hard work and how well he manages the company's office here, I've decided to give you to him as a reward. Come on, go and give him oral sex."
Marty looked at Phil, then at Darren, somewhat bewildered. Knowing her boss wasn't joking, she knelt before Phil as instructed. The two men gang-raped Marty for a whole night and morning, until Darren and Marty hurriedly said goodbye to Phil and rushed to the airport just before their flight's departure time.
From then on, Marty became the company's free public prostitute.
From that day on, Darren frequently used Marty to reward hardworking employees, entertain important clients, and build new business relationships. Soon, Marty spent far more time in bed than behind her desk.
Of course, Darren didn't mistreat Marty; he promoted her position in the company, increased her bonuses and clothing allowances, and used the company credit card to pay for her gas and car maintenance. Darren initially wanted to provide Marty with a company car, but Marty felt that would be too ostentatious, and even if the people in the company didn't think much of it, it might arouse my suspicion.
Later, Darren introduced Marty to my boss, Dale. Of course, Darren didn't know Dale was my boss at the time, and I had no idea that my boss knew Darren. Darren and Dale were members of the same fitness club, and their wives also attended beauty and body training courses together, so the two bosses became good friends. Because I disliked socializing and never took Marty to any of our company's parties or social events, Marty had never met my boss before.
That time, Darren's wife went back to her parents' home, so Darren took Marty to his house. Before that, he had already called his good friend Dale, asking him to come and hang out with them. At Darren's house, Marty was gang-raped by the two men for an entire day. They took turns or simultaneously enjoying her body and made her perform various services for them.
Finally, when Dale was leaving, he asked Darren if he could borrow Marty anytime. Darren generously replied, "Of course, no problem, you can borrow her anytime. Is that alright, my sweetheart?"
Marty nodded in agreement. From then on, Marty became our company's free public prostitute.
And so, for the next three years, Marty was always at Darren and Dale's beck and call, providing free sexual services to any man at their designated time and place.
Discovering Marty's illicit affair with those men was entirely accidental. That day, Marty told me she was taking a night flight to Atlanta with her boss, Darren, on a business trip. That same day, my boss, Dale, had invited me to a party at his house to meet some important clients and suppliers. I usually don't attend these kinds of events, but knowing Marty was leaving that evening and I'd be bored at home alone, I readily accepted his invitation.
Around 6 pm, I arrived at my boss's house. A number of people were already gathered there; I knew most of them, but only casually. I greeted them casually and chatted with them. During this time, I noticed a group of people rushing upstairs. Curious, I asked Dale, "Are they going upstairs to play poker?"
"No, no, it's much more interesting than poker. Upstairs is our company's most valuable asset. She's showing all the employees how much the company values and appreciates them. You can go up and visit her if you'd like."
"Oh, thank you, but no thanks. I've had enough fun."
Leaving Dale, I went to the kitchen and poured myself another beer. When I returned, I saw a woman standing at the bottom of the stairs with her back to me. She was wearing nylon stockings, high heels, and a black miniskirt—an outfit that looked very familiar and made me feel uneasy. Just as I was about five feet away from her, she suddenly turned around, screamed when she saw me, and then quickly ran upstairs.
Hearing the commotion, Dale ran over to see what was happening. He looked at my horrified expression and asked, "What happened? You look like you've seen a demon."
I was speechless, and finally managed to stammer, "It's worse than that, I saw my wife."
Dale looked at me, then glanced upstairs, and turned back to say, "Oh my God!"
I turned and walked out of his house.
That night, Marty didn't come home. Around 9 a.m. the next morning, my doorbell rang. I opened the door and saw Dale standing outside. He said, "May I come in?"
I stepped aside to let him in.
"Since you didn't go to work this morning, I thought I'd better come over. I figured you wouldn't answer my calls, would you?"
I led him into my kitchen, poured him a cup of coffee, and then we sat down together at the dining table.
"I really don't know. I swear to God, I had no idea she was your wife."
I didn't say anything, just watched him shrug.
Then, Dale told me in detail how he met Marty through Darren, and that he only knew her first name, not her last. He said that whenever he wanted to use Marty, he would call Darren, who would then notify Marty.
"If I had her phone number, maybe I would have realized she was your wife. I swear to God, I will never see her again. Right now, she's still in my house; she's too ashamed to come back."
He saw a flash of hatred and anger across my face and quickly added, "No, no, don't misunderstand. She's not afraid you'll hit her; she's just too ashamed to face you."
I remained silent, just watching him shrug.
He understood that it would be difficult for me to say anything now, so after studying me for a few seconds, he said, "I know our relationship will be tense for a while, and maybe it will last a long time, but I will definitely find a way to make it up to you, I promise. But I hope you won't resign because of this. You need to calm down for a while before making a decision, and give us time to think of a better way to resolve this. Please, that's my request."
After saying that, Dale stood up and slowly walked towards the door. I followed behind him, and just as he stepped down the first step, I called out to him, "Tell her to come home. We need to have a serious talk."
Marty came back around 2 p.m. I was sitting on the sofa in the living room, watching CNN news about Iraq on TV. She came into the room and sat in the chair opposite me. I turned to look at her, but she didn't dare to look me in the eye. Her eyes were on the floor, and she said softly, "I'm sorry."
I stared at her for a moment, then asked, "Are you sorry for what you did, or sorry for being caught red-handed?"
She didn't look up or answer my question. After a deathly silence, I asked again, "Why? Why did you do this? How long has it been going on?"
Tears streamed down her face, and she began to sob. I stood up and said, "Come to my study when you've stopped your fake tears and are willing to talk to me." With that
, I left the living room.
Five minutes later, she came into my study, sat in the chair opposite me, and began to tell me her story in detail—how it started, how long it had been going on, and so on. She told me that Darren seemed to have cast a spell on her, making it impossible for her not to obey him.
I sat there motionless, listening intently to everything she said, and then said, "That's utter nonsense, Marty! You're talking complete rubbish! Maybe at first you just wanted a one-time experience, but then you got into it and started seeing different men. Now, I've caught you red-handed, Marty. All you can do now is honestly confess everything you've done. Saying you're 'bewitched' is pointless." With that
, I got up, left the study, and ran to the garage to fix my car, hoping the work would ease my frustration and anger.
At that moment, I really didn't know how to answer, so I just said, "Do whatever you want, I don't care where you sleep."
She stood up from the bed and started taking off her clothes. "Then I'm going to sleep with you. Unless you throw me out, I don't see any reason for me to change a habit I've had for 11 years, let alone one I really enjoy."
Our bed was a king-size bed, and usually there was always a large gap between us when we slept. But when I woke up in the middle of the night that night, Marty was curled up tightly beside me like a big ladle.
I carefully shifted my body so as not to wake her. I lay there quietly, staring at the ceiling, my mind seemingly on something, yet also on nothing, and after a while, I fell asleep again.
When I woke up in the morning, I immediately smelled the aroma of coffee. I went downstairs and found Marty already sitting at the kitchen table, drinking coffee. I poured myself a cup of coffee and listened as Marty said, "What can I do to save our marriage?"
I looked at her sitting across the table and said, "I don't know what you should do, but you should definitely do something to help me get rid of the effects of these things on me. But I really don't know what you can do to make me feel better."
"Okay, so now there's a practical problem: should I go to work today? Or should I call and quit? Or should I give the company two weeks to prepare? Please help me decide!"
I stood up, shaking my head in opposition. "You made all the choices last night, Marty, so do what you choose. I have to go to work."
With that, I turned and left the kitchen.
Five minutes later, she went to the bedroom to change, getting ready for work. Seeing me watching her change, she said, "If you've decided to abandon me, then I have to keep my job. I'm going to work now, waiting for your final decision."
"Are you going to do all the work, or just the secretary's job?"
She looked at me for a long time, then said, "Let's get some things sorted out first. I really enjoy what I do, and I really want to continue doing it. If you know nothing about those things right now, I'll definitely continue. That means if Darren wants me to go with a client tonight, or if he wants to sleep with me himself, and I don't get a definite answer from you, I'll definitely do what Darren asks."
She stopped talking, standing there waiting for my response, but I had no idea what to say, so I turned and went to work.
On the drive to the company, I spent a lot of time thinking about how to deal with what Marty had done, and how to handle our relationship. Once at the office, during my breaks, I looked out the window, still thinking about Marty and me. During this process of reflection, some thoughts made me uneasy because they seemed to reveal something latent within me, something I wasn't sure I truly wanted to understand.
For example, take our sex life. While I don't know why Marty suddenly became so enthusiastic about sex, eager to make love to me every day after work, I genuinely enjoyed her eager and wanton behavior.
And she's right; before discovering her actions at Dale's house, our sex life was wonderful, and our marriage was very happy. In other words, without my knowledge, her actions not only didn't affect our marriage but actually enriched our sex life.
However, if I organize my thoughts logically—because I've decided not to divorce her—I now face two choices: first, allow her to continue her wanton sexual relationships with those men and let her licentious behavior stimulate our sex life; second, order her to stop seeing those men, but then our sex life might revert to the monotonous twice-a-week routine.
Carefully examining these two options, the first one was clearly more advantageous, but it would damage my pride as a man. She was my woman, yet she was being wantonly raped by another man without my permission—"without my permission."
I was suddenly startled by the word I used. Was I subconsciously saying that with my permission, I could allow another man to rape my wife?
Around 4 p.m., I finally convinced myself that before I saw Marty at Dale's house, our life was perfectly fine and we were very happy. The only problem now was that my male pride had been hurt.
Then, some new questions arose. If I condoned her actions, how would I face my wife who had just returned home after having sex with another man? How would I deal with her vagina (and perhaps her mouth and anus) filled with another man's semen? She had come home with other men's semen before, but I didn't know then—now that I did, would it feel any different?
Deep down, I was thinking, "Oh, can't I just put my penis inside your cunt filled with other men's semen?"
After finding out she was the company's free prostitute, would I change my attitude towards her every time she came home from work?
Also, what would Marty think about these things? When she came home after her affairs with those men and saw me, her husband who condoned his wife's sexual relations with other men, would she look down on me? Would she think I was a weak man because I allowed her to cheat on me time and time again? Would she one day say to me, "If you really loved me, you shouldn't have made me do those things?"
In short, wouldn't this be a situation where it's impossible to please everyone?
Finally, when I got home from work that night, I still hadn't sorted out my thoughts. I didn't understand what I should do any better than when I woke up in the morning.
When I got home, Marty wasn't back yet. By 6:30 pm, she still wasn't back, and I knew exactly what she was doing. By 7:30 pm, she still wasn't back, so I couldn't help but call her. As soon as the phone rang, Marty should have known who was calling, because only Darren and I knew her phone number. Darren was with her now, so it could only be me calling.
"Hi!"
Marty didn't ask who it was, just greeted me softly.
"Are you doing what I imagine?"
"Yes."
"Does Darren know I know?"
"No."
"Didn't you tell him?"
"No." "
Why not tell him?" "
There's no need."
"Is it unnecessary now, or never?"
"Only the three of us know, my darling. I would never have told him if Dale hadn't. But I'm sure Dale wouldn't have."
"Is he still inside you?"
"No."
"Has he already fucked you?"
"Several times."
"Does he want to fuck you again?"
"I hope so."
"Did you suck his penis?"
"Yes, twice."
"Well, I called you just to tell you to save your energy for me."
"Oh, does that mean you're wishing me well?"
"I really don't know. I just wanted to let you know that I'm trying to figure out how to handle the situation, and I hope we can resolve everything."
"Thank you, my love. I promise you, I will never let you regret this. I'm hanging up now, my darling. Take care of yourself, I love you!"
"I'm waiting for you to come back."
With that, I hung up the phone. Now, I have a feeling that the next few weeks are going to be very interesting for us.

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