43-year-old mature woman

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I'm 31 years old, a tall, strong, and sexually active man. Like many netizens, I enjoy the thrill and excitement of extramarital sex, especially mature women. I've had sex with nine women in my life: one colleague and eight online friends; three women in their 30s and six women in their 40s. Here, I'll start by telling you about a 43-year-old woman I had sex with a few days ago.
We met on NetEase, both locals. Her screen name was "Tian Dan" (恬淡). After chatting for a while, we felt we clicked and moved to QQ for a more focused conversation. As someone with experience, or perhaps because we shared a common desire, we gradually opened up and quickly settled on extramarital sex. She said she was 43, a government employee with a very relaxed job, her child was studying at a university in another city, and her husband was 50 but still very skilled, having sex with her two or three times a week, each time bringing her to multiple orgasms. However, she still craved new stimulation; ultimately, she wanted to try different penises. Haha, although her name is "Tranquil," her heart is actually "flashy."
I joked, "The sages said that human nature is inherently good. That is to say, a person's sexual function is originally very good, but if it is not used for a long time, or only used by one's wife or husband, it will gradually become less effective." Her reply was even more brilliant: "A person's vagina and penis are like livestock, the more they are used, the better they live, and the more a stranger uses them, the more energetic they are." She also said, "My husband and I have been having sex for 20 years, and year after year, it's still the same. The mountain is still the same mountain, the temple is still the same temple, the vagina is still the same vagina, the penis is still the same penis. We can even tell how many pubic hairs the other has. I really want to check how many penis hairs my little brother has, don't you want to check how many pubic hairs your sister has?" It seems that today we have truly met our match.
She was very satisfied with my situation, so we exchanged phone numbers. As we were getting to the point, I cautiously said, "We're quite a bit apart in age. Although we feel good about each other online, the crucial thing is meeting in person.
If we like each other after meeting, we'll have sex; otherwise, we'll part ways." To my surprise, she was incredibly straightforward: "It's just about the thrill, having sex. What's with all this talk about feeling good or bad? It's not like I'm looking for a partner. As long as you're not horribly ugly and don't have any diseases, I'll have sex. Age isn't a problem. You're young, and I'm very horny; that's what makes sex exciting and satisfying!" Although she repeatedly claimed it was her first time meeting someone online, my intuition told me she was definitely a pro.
So we moved the conversation to the phone. As soon as she answered, I heard her lewd laughter: "Is that you?
Are you touching your dick while talking to me? Is your dick hard? A lot of pubic hair? Is the head thick?" I said,
"It's been hard for a while now. There's so much pubic hair you probably can't even count it. The head is like a big purple egg; I'm afraid your cunt can't hold it!" Her breathing noticeably quickened: "Okay, okay, I love big dicks! Tap the receiver with your big head, let me hear if it's hard enough." I did as she said and asked if she heard me. Then I
heard her moaning through the receiver: "I heard it, I heard it, clanging, little brother's big head is powerful enough. My cunt is wet, just waiting for your big head to drink it. Want to hear the sound of my cunt?"
Immediately following was a "sizzling" sound of pubic hair rubbing against the receiver. So slutty!
So, I tapped the receiver with my penis, and she rubbed it against the receiver with her vagina, constantly spouting the dirty talk often used during phone sex between online friends, until she cried out, "Coming, coming!" and I, exhausted, said, "I came, I came!" We exchanged some more dirty talk about "how it felt" and "how it felt," and then agreed to meet the next morning during work hours, which, in her words, was for "a real, hard fuck!" We both agreed that work hours were the safest time, and I believe many like us have had similar experiences.
The next day, after quickly finishing my work, I told my boss I was going to the hospital to see a patient, and went to a familiar coffee shop. It was a quiet place with private rooms. I had already successfully met two online friends there and gotten them into bed, so it seemed today would definitely be worthwhile. I called her from the private room, told her the exact location, and she said repeatedly, "Okay, okay, I'll be right there." From her tone, she was clearly impatient.
In less than the time it takes to smoke a cigarette, a waitress led a woman in. She sat down beside me with her head down. While the waitress went out to prepare the coffee, I sized her up from head to toe: a simple ponytail, a beige short-sleeved top, a black pencil skirt, brown sheer stockings, and cream-colored spring/autumn shoes—a clean and neat ordinary woman. She kept her head down and her hands clasped, her reserved demeanor filling me with confusion: was this the same woman from last night who was so vulgar and promiscuous? But what happened next quickly dispelled my doubts.
Watching the waitress close the door behind her, I tentatively took her hand. She suddenly looked up, and I was immediately and clearly seen up close a fair, clean, and smooth face, the crow's feet at the corners of her eyes, and even more so, a lewd smile and burning desire in her eyes! Satisfied, satisfied—just for that 43-year-old face that was still fair, clean, smooth, and even slightly rosy, just for that lewd smile and the burning desire in her eyes, I was 120% satisfied!!
We naturally embraced, and I whispered in her ear, "Are you still satisfied with me?" She gently pushed me away, her eyes wide with desire, staring intently at my face. Suddenly, she hugged my head tightly and kissed me fiercely—no, I should say she bit me! At this point, what else was there to say? I slipped my hand under her skirt, touching her thighs for a while. She instinctively spread her legs, and I felt her wet, throbbing vulva through the edge of her pants. Her hand, with practiced ease, grabbed my already erect penis through her pants. This grab was significant; she looked at me in astonishment: "Really that big?!" This further boosted my confidence: "I wasn't lying, was I? Didn't you say you wanted to check how many hairs I have?" She quietly opened her mouth wide and chuckled lewdly, then suddenly grabbed my penis, the pain almost making me cry out. This slut!
Suddenly, I grew bolder. I got up, bolted the door to the private room, stood in front of her, and unzipped my pants. "Take it out and check how many pubic hairs are in there!" She tensed up immediately, glancing fearfully at the door behind me. "Won't anyone come in?" I assured her it was perfectly safe. She reached into my pants, struggling to free my enormous, swollen penis from the tight confines of my underwear. Her face lit up with surprise, and she gasped, "So big! So big!!" I proudly told her, "Every woman I've ever slept with says they've never seen one this big." She gripped and cupped my penis in both hands, repeatedly saying "So big," "So good," no longer caring about checking how many pubic hairs were in it. She frantically rubbed, kneaded, and licked it, putting it in her mouth for a while, then spitting it out and touching it again. "So big, so good, it's tiring my mouth," she said, quickly putting it back in her mouth to eat and lick, her face glowing brighter and brighter—she was truly in heat!
I was planning where to go next for some real sex, but she was already lost in the moment, completely absorbed in the act. In broad daylight, at midday, in a small café's private room, a 43-year-old woman I'd only known for less than 20 minutes was so bold, so unrestrained, so passionate, so engrossed in licking my cock. Could any guy handle that? I surrendered quickly, almost without warning, a torrent of semen erupting within me. Her lips, in an "O" shape, tightly enveloped my throbbing cock, catching gushes of hot fluid!
When I weakly pulled my cock out of her mouth, she gently bit the head with her teeth.
She looked up at me, smiled, opened her mouth, stuck out her tongue, showing me her mouthful of thick semen, then frowned and swallowed it with a "gulp," smacking her lips to savor the aftertaste. At that moment, I truly understood what utter lewdness meant from her face!
I sat down wearily. She took out a towel and carefully wiped my penis clean, then wiped her own mouth, and impatiently grabbed my still-erect penis in her hand, whispering, "Let's go to my place later, he went to a meeting in the city today..." This is what a forty-year-old woman is like...

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