The Depravity of Mature Woman Maria

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This happened about six months ago, when my wife, Mary, was officially hired as an employee at the hospital where she worked. At 38, she was a typical beautiful mature woman.

At the time, I didn't think much of her often coming home several hours late; I assumed she was just working harder because of a recent promotion. But in the following two weeks, it escalated, and she wouldn't come home until well past midnight, which caught my attention.

Before continuing, I think I should introduce Mary a bit.

She's about five feet tall, with dark eyes (people with this type of eye are said to have Spanish ancestry), and her petite face is completely hidden by her brown curly hair. Her measurements are 36-27-35, which isn't exactly standard, but with her round, perky buttocks, she gets quite a few stares in town. Her

naturally dark skin, always showing a healthy glow, made her my high school sweetheart, and she only gave me her virginity on our wedding night.

That's all I know!

She was very passionate about sex, and after we got married, we spent almost every day in a frenzy. She would grip my six-foot-long penis tightly, sucking and licking it until I ejaculated repeatedly. Of course, at the end, she would ask me to use my fingers to bring her to orgasm.

A year later, her vagina began to loosen; even if I inserted all five fingers, it wouldn't be enough to satisfy her, making it increasingly difficult for her to reach orgasm.

Years passed, and our sex life became very infrequent, only once every two weeks. Occasionally, if she confirmed it was her safe period, she would allow me to insert my penis into her vagina. She always claimed she wanted a child, but she was never interested in my penis or semen.

I started to feel frustrated. Every time I inserted four fingers into her juicy vulva, I wondered what she was looking for, and when she would finally have the mercy to let me ejaculate inside her.

This is our current situation.

As I mentioned at the beginning, she had been coming home late at night for the past two weeks, so I decided to meet with her new boss. She begged me not to go, saying that the extra work she was doing for him was deserved. And Tom (her boss) had told her that while he wouldn't give her a bonus for the extra work, he would compensate her in other ways.

The next night was Friday, and she called at 5:30 in the morning to tell me that Tom had hosted a private party the night before, drinking and having fun to celebrate the end of a busy day of paperwork.

I told her to have fun and not to worry. But as I hung up, I knew perfectly well that there was no one in Mary's office; she was just lying.

She didn't stumble home until 2 p.m., her hair disheveled and her stockings torn in several places. She whispered in my ear that she looked terrible after drinking all night. I didn't answer, pretending to be asleep. She left the bedroom and quietly closed the door.

I vaguely heard some kind of noise coming from the living room, so I quietly opened the door and peeked out through the crack. Mary was holding Tom tightly, kissing him passionately—a passion we'd never experienced in our years of marriage. His hands gripped her hips, and she moaned softly against his lips.

Tom was undoubtedly a very attractive man, a full six feet two inches tall with a strong chest, his large blue eyes fixed intently on my wife's face.

I vaguely heard him say, "Let's begin."

Mary slowly knelt down, unzipped his pants, and grabbed his enormous penis with her small hands.
Good heavens, what a cock! It was the biggest I'd ever seen, thick and long, with a diameter that Mary's small hands couldn't fully grasp.

She stared intently at the object in her hands, wanting to taste it. The size difference between the semi-erect beast and her small mouth was unbelievable. Her hands moved up and down, trying to bring this giant snake to life.

I pulled out my penis and slowly peeled back the foreskin with my fingers. The difference was too great; I could only sigh in despair.

Mary took off his underwear, made him sit on the sofa, and then lifted her skirt up to her waist. I wasn't surprised by the tear in her stockings and the glistening semen on her inner thighs; the facts completely proved my deduction—this was proof of her so-called private party last night.

Tom aimed his glans at my wife's soaking wet pussy and rubbed it incessantly.

She began to writhe in pain, begging for his beast to enter. Only when she whispered "sweetheart" did he finally, satisfied, slide his glans along her slippery labia and thrust it into my wife's pussy.

I don't want to say much about my wife's pleading like a puppy and how domineering he was, but for the sake of the readers' interest, I'll tell you the truth.

She stared intently at him, her eyes heaving as if offering a sacrifice to a sacred object. This bitch, she never allowed anyone else (including me) into her body, simply because she wanted to bear his child.

As she uttered these words, her voice trembling with sobs, he watched his penis move inside her vagina. The tip of his penis pressed against her lower abdomen, while his testicles occasionally brushed against her labia. She moaned as she received the thrust.

"Put it all in, I can't take it anymore, I need you to fill me up!"

With the next movement, he plunged his entire beast into my petite wife.

She covered her mouth with her hand to prevent herself from screaming with pleasure. I could even see the massive beast inside her stretching her lower abdomen, and I wondered if he had also pushed into her uterus.

Each time he withdrew, he expanded her vagina to an astonishing degree. Her labia clung tightly to his hot shaft, glistening with a mixture of her vaginal fluids and his semen. It looked as if he would pull out her insides, but she still wanted more.

I almost screamed when he thrust his entire penis into her uterus.
He asked my wife softly, "Has your husband ever done this to you?"

"No," she replied.

"Do you want a child?"

"Yes, I only want your child!" she gasped.

I watched with awe as his testicles convulsed violently, then a large amount of semen gushed into my wife's lower abdomen. He withdrew his penis, and Mary's stretched vagina clenched violently, ejaculating a wave of semen onto his testicles. I could even hear the semen flowing inside her vagina, which made me dizzy.

She contracted her lower body powerfully, wanting the semen to stay in her swollen vagina longer.

She gently licked his penis, her pink tongue entwining around the shaft, sucking out the remaining semen from the glistening tip like a hungry baby, her small mouth opening and closing.

My eyes widened as he smiled and peered at me through the crack in the door. His cold, blue eyes were oppressive; I knew he'd always known I was watching, and what he'd said to Mary was entirely directed at me.

It was now perfectly clear: he had claimed my wife's vulva for himself and was certain I wouldn't dare argue.

I climbed back into bed, waiting for my wife to come in.

Ten minutes later, she quietly got into bed, and I pretended to be startled awake. I asked her if she'd enjoyed herself, and she said yes, giving me a kiss.

I knew she hadn't brushed her teeth, which made me a little uneasy, but to my surprise, she suddenly poured a mouthful of Tom's semen into my mouth, and my cock actually reacted damnably. I swallowed greedily, thirstily searching for more in her mouth. She pushed me away, looking directly at me.

"Do you like this, darling?" she said.

"Yes, what is this? It tastes pretty good, even delicious," I said.
Her hand slid between her legs, and I knew there was more there.

"Close your eyes," she whispered.

I closed my eyes and opened my mouth.

Mary used her hand to scoop a large amount of semen from her vulva and put it into my mouth.

This was what that guy had shot inside her, and I quickly tasted their love juice, my tongue constantly moving between her fingers to suck up more.

"Now go to sleep, I'm going somewhere tomorrow night."

I lay back on the pillow and began to vigorously stroke my cock. Mary sat beside me and asked what I wanted to do. I answered her a little shyly, burning with desire and wanting to release.

Hearing this, she pulled open her pajamas and took out a condom: "Put this on, I don't want your filthy semen to get on my legs."

I put the condom on my penis and immediately started masturbating.

How was my life? Now, not only could I not have sex with my wife, but even masturbation had to be done through a plastic film. That night, I masturbated twice, and then she told me to go buy more condoms because I had run out.

Whether or not we had sex, she absolutely didn't want any contact with my semen, which was kind of ridiculous!

She asked me to give her the condom, and I did. Then she took the condom and squeezed all the semen inside into my mouth.

"Swallow it, darling!" she said, then threw the empty condom into the trash can.

After washing her face, she yawned, turned over, and went to sleep.

The next morning, I woke up very early and stared at my once innocent wife.

She wasn't covered much. I gently lifted the covering; she had changed her underwear from yesterday, but her crotch was still very damp, and her hand was on her high mons pubis.

Just as I was about to pull the covers off completely, I noticed she was looking at me with amusement.

"What do you want to see?" she asked.

"You must have slept very well last night, look, it's still wet there," I replied, a good way to distract her.

"Do you want to see?"

she said, suddenly pulling back the covers and pulling off her red Victorian panties, revealing her cute brown bottom. Then, she threw me a condom.

"I don't want to use this!" I said, my heart sinking, and she immediately put her panties back on.
"Then I won't let you see."

I quickly tore open the packaging and put the condom on my hard penis. She seemed satisfied and then took off her panties. I knelt between her legs, and she slowly spread them apart.

Her pussy was still leaking semen! How much did that guy ejaculate inside her? I wondered.
She smiled and began to move her fingers over her fat pussy, gently sliding them into the folds of her vulva.
Soon, the fourth finger joined in, and she began to breathe softly.

"Do you want to put your little cock inside me, darling? Don't you want to satisfy me like a real man?"

Soon, her fingers were all inside, even her palms were inside, and she was thrusting violently back and forth.
"Come on, baby! Play with your little cock, let me know how much you want to fuck my cunt."
Knowing I couldn't hold back any longer, I grabbed my penis, wanting to continue this whirlwind.
"Yes, I want to," I replied, "I want to fuck you, you're my wife!"

She took off her wedding ring and inserted it into her vagina.

"I'll wear your ring, my love! But you can't satisfy my needs. What I want is a big cock."

Then she took the ring off, covered in her love juices and last night's semen. She put the ring back on and held out her hand to me.

"Here, sweetheart! If you want, lick this. It should make you feel closer to my cunt."

I leaned back to meet her hand, licking it frantically while trying my best not to ejaculate. She pulled her other hand out of her cunt and held out one finger to me.

"Yesterday a really big cock went in here. Now you clean it for me, my love. After all, he's better than you. Let me see how you appreciate his cock. You should be proud that he can make me happy."

I licked her finger, up and down, in my mind, it was like Tom's cock, and my goal was to squeeze out more semen.

Mary giggled and pushed me away. For some reason, I suddenly felt a little worried.

Then I exploded, ejaculating all over the condom. She said I'd know what to do.

I pulled the condom out of my penis and drank all the semen inside.

"You're such a cute little thing,"

she said, preparing to take a shower and asking me to make breakfast. She came out at ten in the morning, all dressed up and looking beautiful.

After two in the afternoon, she kept going to the front door to look out.

For some reason, my heart started pounding.

Her beautiful brown hair cascaded down like a waterfall, making her face exceptionally captivating. Her lips were slightly parted, revealing glimpses of her eyes, and her black dress accentuated her long, beautiful legs. Add to that the barely visible garter stockings adorned with countless lace flowers, and her brand-new, impeccably polished shoes—it was absolutely mesmerizing.

"What are you thinking about?" she asked impatiently, pacing back and forth.

I was completely mesmerized, my jaw practically dropped (you can imagine the scene), standing there speechless like a statue.

I thought, that guy Tom is incredibly lucky!

"I can't believe how sexy you are!" I blurted out.

She laughed and kissed my cheek.

"Tom's coming to pick me up around four, so we have an hour and a half together if you want."
"Let's go to the bedroom!" I shouted impatiently.

"No, you idiot, I have to stay here. I don't want to ruin my makeup. Maybe we can watch TV together."

She said this as she went into the living room.

My penis was throbbing painfully in my underwear, and she glanced back at me.

"God, if you can't control that little thing, you'd better put on a condom!"
I rushed into the bedroom and frantically put on the condom.

I figured she meant to encourage me to masturbate alone.

I went back to the living room, where she asked where I'd put my pants. Embarrassed, I could only stammer that I'd left them in the bedroom.

"Go put them back on. I don't want to spend an hour looking at your pathetic stuff!"

I said, returning to the bedroom. What she said next was unbelievable.

"Keep that thing in your crotch. I don't want to see you suddenly ejaculate or something! We'll watch TV for the next hour, and the reason, of course, is obvious."

She rolled her legs up idly, circling them on her thighs, her wedding ring dazzling me.
This was my wife, my life partner, and she was about to go out and fool around with another man!

She must have been seeing Tom for the past two weeks, and I only found out about it fifteen hours ago.
Tom's car pulled up in front of our house, and he rang the bell. Mary jumped up with a beaming smile and dashed out like a young girl (she hadn't been this excited last night).

I walked to the door and watched her head towards his car. He got out, embraced her, and gave her a passionate kiss.
Good heavens, it was broad daylight, and all my neighbors could see how inseparable they were. Damn it, maybe a kiss doesn't mean anything, but that deep French kiss—even a fool could see what it meant.

He opened the car door for her and let her in.

Then he walked over to me and put his hand on my shoulder.

"We're going to dinner, then a movie. I promise I'll get her home by ten,"
he said.

"You'd better wash the sheets and light all the candles in the bedroom. I'm planning to plant the seed tonight; it shouldn't cause you any trouble,"

he said, pressing me down firmly.

"That won't do, sir," I whispered, looking down.

"You know very well that with your little dick, you'll never be able to satisfy her, right?"
"Yes, I know very well that her vagina belongs only to you." As I said this, a burning shame flashed across my face, so shameful that even my condom-covered penis throbbed slightly.

"I'm very glad you understand that," he said, releasing my shoulders. "If you're a good boy, I'll reward you tonight."

Through my underwear, he reached out and grabbed my penis. My penis immediately burned like fire, throbbing hard, my knees felt frozen, and a groan escaped my lips.

He laughed and said, "I think you're finished inside, aren't you?"

"Yes, sir." I hurriedly returned to the room and swallowed my semen whole.

At 10:15, they had returned, but no one got out of the car. I could only vaguely see two blurry figures in the front seat; I couldn't make out what they were doing at all, so I opened the door and walked to the car.

Tom rolled down the car window, and I saw my wife moving up and down between his legs.

"She couldn't hold back," he said.

"She couldn't wait to suck my cock as soon as we got in the car."

They'd been playing for at least twenty minutes after the movie; my god, this man was amazing, able to suck a man's cock for twenty minutes without him ejaculating.

"That's enough, baby," he said, pulling her head away from his penis. This forced movement was accompanied by a soft moan, and her lips finally withdrew reluctantly from the shaft.

"No! Let me continue," she mumbled.

"I still want to suck your cock!" My wife's words were like a child throwing a tantrum because they hadn't gotten their favorite toy.

"Just a little while, baby, you can do whatever you want once it's in."

Mary looked up, realizing where she was.

"Oh, great, we're home! Go get everything ready," she instructed me, her small hands still gripping the enormous penis.

"My man and I are here for serious business."

As soon as they entered the bedroom, she stripped naked, leaving only stockings and high heels.
She lay on her back on the bed, begging her man to have sex with her.

I sat on the other side of the bed, wondering what role I played in this farce.
Tom pulled up a chair and told me to sit and watch.

I complied, a little curious, wanting to see what he would do to us.

Beneath his flat stomach and sculpted chest, his passionate penis stood proudly erect. Thick and strong, with prominent veins, it looked like a powerfully beating heart, exuding a menacing aura.

A few drops of lubrication glistened at the tip, as if they might drip at any moment.

I jumped up from the chair as if electrocuted, licking it clean with my tongue. At that moment, I understood why my wife was so enamored with this thing; it was truly a wonderful toy, inspiring irresistible adoration.

In that instant, I felt a pang of panic. Because of this enormous penis, I might lose my wife forever. After experiencing the thrill of such a massive weapon, she would never be interested in a penis of normal size again, and he seemed to be humiliating me in this way.

"Ah, put it in!" she screamed.

Aiming the weapon at the entrance to what was once my private secret garden, he patiently coaxed, "Don't be too hasty."

Mary looked at me, just as she had the night before, swearing her fidelity to this enormous cock. The only difference was that all of this was happening right before my eyes.

Humiliation made my face flush. She wouldn't even let my little cock penetrate her vagina!

"I just want you to cum inside me," she said.

As for me, she would only let me masturbate with a condom.

Just then, he slid into her, and with each inch he entered, the end of my marriage came one step closer. His eleven-inch cock could completely penetrate her petite body, while I could only masturbate empty-handed every night with a condom.

He glanced at me then: "Do you understand? She loves my cock, she'd do anything for it."
Just as he thrust in completely, she reached her climax.

"I'm coming," she whispered in a soft, seductive tone.

She climaxed with just penetration! How much pleasure would she have if he had been thrusting that eleven-inch cock in and out so hard?

"Are you alright now?" he asked her.

Mary replied yes, a hint she was giving me. In our years of marriage, she had never climaxed, the only two times being because... I was using my fingers, not my penis.

Her hips slowly lifted, and he began to thrust in and out of her.

"Ah! Ha! Oh, so...good...! It's so much better than a little dick!"

She began to openly criticize me, revealing her undisguised love for the large penis. Each of her insults was met with his faster thrusts, her joyful responses becoming heavy slaps to my face.

Soon her legs were spread wider, the sounds of their genitals merging lewdly. Her vagina was stretched, and I could even clearly see his penis penetrating five or six inches deep into her uterus. My wife groaned in pain, churning under the bombardment of the giant cannon as she received wave after wave of orgasm.

Sweat dripped from his forehead onto her breasts, one drop sticking to her hardened left nipple, forming a transparent bead, as if through a huge pane of glass, making their movements seem to slow down.

I could only use a condom, not even touching myself there, while he was really going at it with all his might, thrusting into my wife's vagina.

She rolled her eyes, a deeper climax leaving her paralyzed and motionless.

Tom pulled out his penis and called me over to him.

"Man, look, this is the first time she's ever passed out from pleasure. I think she's probably getting unusually excited because you're watching! Help me open her vulva!"

At first, I didn't understand what he meant, so I just sat there.

"Help me open her vulva, little guy!" he roared.

The vagina, which had just been penetrated, opened effortlessly with my fingers, her juices slowly flowing from the round hole, forming a noticeable wet patch beneath her buttocks. I parted her labia to examine them, while he moved his penis up and down.

I parted her vulva with one hand and tentatively grasped his testicles with the other, gently caressing them and testing their weight.

"Shoot inside her! Shoot inside my wife," I whispered to him, my wet fingers sliding towards his anus.

He began to tremble as he entered, hot, thick semen spraying into her uterus.

He slowly thrust forward, and I released my hands, helping my wife squeeze his penis with her vagina.
What was I doing? Huh? I couldn't control myself at all, like I was possessed, frantically pumping, wanting him to squeeze out every last drop of semen.

He pulled back, his hand on the back of my neck, and I knew what to do. This wasn't forced; it was my own choice. My head approached that magnificent cock, almost touching.

I opened my mouth, swallowing greedily, searching everywhere not wanting to waste a single drop, until finally, still wanting more, I smiled and looked up at him.

He smiled amusedly and gestured to my wife.

I looked and understood. Thick semen was gushing from her vagina, so I painstakingly tried to stop the flow. Mary woke up, smiling as I painstakingly tried to stop her lover's semen from leaking out of her uterus.

This happened six weeks ago, and everything has changed since then.

Mary is pregnant, though it's not very obvious. One of my new jobs is to smear cocoa butter on her lower abdomen every night so she can continue having sex with Tom.

Every time I smear it on her, I tell the bastard in her belly, "Your real father is about to fuck your whore mother."

Besides that, I'm also assigned to clean their genitals with my mouth after they're done. Tom says that since she's pregnant, the semen is useless, so I have to clean that semen-covered little hole with my mouth every time.

And of course, if Mary is too tired after sex but he still has energy, Tom can temporarily use my asshole.

Last week, Tom told me they're planning to have four or five kids, so this situation will continue, though not permanently.

Oh well, at least he won't get tired of using his big cock on my asshole… I guess so.

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