A Mature Woman's Confession

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I am a married woman, 38 years old this year. I work very little, and my husband is 52 years old. I am his second wife. My husband loves me very much, and because of the age difference, he sometimes acts more like a father to me. He has a son, and we treat each other with respect; he calls me "sister." I like it when he calls me that, it makes me feel young. He lives with his divorced mother, and I also have a decent relationship with his mother. So, I'm usually home alone.
Besides working two days a week, I spend most of my time with the TV and computer. My friends say I have a father complex, which is why I married an old guy, but I don't care. Maybe they're right. I had two relationships before marriage, but neither worked out. I didn't like men my own age, thinking they weren't mature enough.
I feel good being able to act like a child in front of my husband. I like that feeling. But after all, he's getting old. Real-world problems have arisen. We don't have much harmony in our sex life. When it's just the two of us at home, he insists I don't wear underwear, only a very short nightgown. While watching TV, he'll put his hand under my skirt. When I'm in the mood for sex, he often finishes very quickly. I understand him; after all, he's older. He doesn't give me as many orgasms as I do myself. But I still love him, because sex is just a part of life. I stumbled upon this website, and I wanted to get my story out.
There's something I can't reveal publicly that's been weighing on my mind. Something happened between me and an even older man that completely changed my view of "older men." I work near the old airport road in Beijing. In the summer, the old airport road is beautiful; the trees and blooming flowers often make me linger. I like to stop and watch the elderly people playing chess and cards, and many people leading children and dogs to play. The atmosphere is peaceful and full of life. One day, I was sitting on the grass, engrossed in my magazine, when I suddenly looked up and noticed a man sitting opposite me, leaning against a small bush. I ignored him, but after a while, my intuition told me something was wrong. I glanced at him furtively and saw his eyes were fixed on my skirt. Realizing what was happening, I quickly adjusted my skirt, but it was too short that day. I had to step aside to hide.
Some time passed, and he still hadn't left. The thought that my skirt had revealed my underwear to another man filled me with a slight excitement. I looked at him closely; he was neatly dressed, with graying hair, and didn't seem like a bad person. Then I noticed him looking at me, his eyes filled with a probing gaze. Embarrassed, I was about to get up and leave when he stood up and walked towards me. My heart started pounding. It was evening, and there was no one else around. He said to me, "Can I sit with you for a while?" I said, "Well… okay… sure."
He started chatting with me, telling me everything. I developed a liking for him, especially when he admitted to peeking at me earlier, saying he'd never seen such beautiful legs and feet, and asked if I minded. Of course, I said no. But for some reason, I felt a nervousness like I'd experienced during my first love. An hour passed, and it was getting dark. I said I had to leave. He suddenly said he wanted to ask me for a favor. I looked at him in surprise. He said he wasn't a bad person, and if I wanted, he could look at my thighs again, but he wouldn't force me. I didn't know how to answer him; his praise had already made my heart race. He said, "Let's go to the woods across the street. I'll give you my ID. If you don't want to, I won't force you." I couldn't resist his temptation and agreed.
He led me to the nearby woods. It was a bit damp there, and it was dark. Looking out from the woods, all I could see were cars coming and going—a truly secluded place. I felt a little nervous and scared, but also a little excited.
I looked at him, and he looked at me. I asked him shyly, "Shall I look now? How do you want to look?" "Could you lift your skirt?" he asked, but I didn't dare. He said, "Let me hug you?" I didn't answer. He came over and hugged me, starting to smell my hair. My chest was pressed tightly against his, and I couldn't help but moan. I pushed him away and said, "You said you just wanted to look, and if it went too far, I'd leave." But I knew I wouldn't leave; this was an affair. I was already starting to enjoy the pleasure, and he knew what I was thinking. He didn't say anything, but slowly lifted my skirt, revealing my thighs and my underwear. I was half-naked, being looked at and admired by a strange man.
His eyes were burning with desire as he stared intently at my thighs. I whispered to him, "Are my legs really that beautiful?" He didn't answer. I asked him again, "Won't someone see us?" He said, "No, let me look a little longer." Please. I had already begun to lose all sense of shame in my excitement, replaced only by the thrill of being admired by a man. I worried whether I was the kind of slut who would want to be with a man, but I told myself, who cares? Nobody knows anyway, he doesn't know me, as long as he doesn't hurt me.
Then he said, "Can you turn around? Can I see your back?" Oh my god, I was wearing a thong, so my back would be completely exposed to him. I didn't agree. He didn't force me, but squatted down, looking closer at my thighs and underwear. Seeing a man like me like this, I had already abandoned my modesty.
I said to him, "Is there really no one here? Then why don't you pull my skirt down and take a good look?" I couldn't believe that the words came out of my mouth. He was a little surprised, but quickly recovered, gently pulling down my skirt, leaving me with only my underwear covering my lower body. He knelt on the grass, his hands beginning to gently stroke my thighs, pressing his face against my legs. He asked me, "Let me kiss you?" I hummed in agreement. He started kissing my legs. I was leaning against the tree, and he lifted my calves, kissing the tops of my feet and toes, which tickled me. Then he started kissing my thighs and groin little by little, suddenly pressing his mouth hard against my underwear. I instinctively bent over and pushed his head away, but he held me tightly, sticking out his tongue to lick between my groin and underwear. I said, "No, don't do this, I can't take it. You promised to only look at me."
But he didn't hear me at all. One hand tightly wrapped around my legs, while the other hand groped up and down my right leg. He made me squeeze my legs together, rubbing them back and forth, and pressing my hands on his shoulders. My whole body started to heat up.
His hand began to slip inside my underwear, and I was already wet. I said, "What are you doing? Don't do this, I didn't agree to this, take your hand out..." He didn't say anything, but continued to slip his hand inside, then pulled down the edge of my underwear, exposing half of my genitals. He stood up, looked at me, then suddenly hugged me, kissing my neck and ears. I started to moan. One of his hands slid down my back, caressing my buttocks, then slipped back into my underwear to touch me. He tried to kiss me, but I dodged away. I couldn't control myself anymore.
He started to unbutton my shirt, and I cooperated by opening the closure... Then he pulled down my bra, exposing my breasts and nipples to him again. I dragged my bra out from under my shirt, letting him touch and lick my breasts. He took my nipple in his mouth, his tongue swirling around it, sending a tingling sensation down my body, making me even wetter. He knelt down again, grabbing the sides of my panties and pulling them down to my ankles. My hands involuntarily covered my private parts. He looked into my eyes, and I turned my head away, unable to meet his gaze. I felt him gently remove my hands. Now, except for a shirt draped over my shoulders, I was completely naked before him, a stranger... In front of this raw man,
he began to kiss my genitals, and I felt his mouth sucking hard. He parted my legs, placed my left leg on his shoulder, and tilted his head back, licking my crotch. His tongue licked back and forth from my pubic hair to my vaginal opening, and I felt like ants were crawling all over my body. I moaned, letting him lick my body wantonly. I loved it so much; no one had ever given me this feeling before. I felt like I was on fire, and I started moaning loudly. As his tongue tip slipped into my vagina, I squeezed his head tightly. The pleasure of his face, tongue, and beard rubbing between my legs was intoxicating.
I mumbled incoherently, "Don't stop, don't stop, I love it!" He stood up and made me turn around so my buttocks were facing him. He then told me to bend over and stick my buttocks out, which I did. The act was so lewd that I couldn't believe it myself. I was naked in the woods, sticking my buttocks out, exposing a woman's two most private parts to a strange man. This gave me immense excitement. I thought he was going to have sex with me. I was already looking forward to it, to having a man play with me and rape me in the dark woods. But then he knelt down again. His tongue started licking my buttocks, then from behind, licking my genitals. This time, his tongue went in even deeper. My arms, which were supporting me on the tree, began to tremble. He licked his tongue upwards little by little until it stopped at my anus. I started to tremble all over. My anus was being played with for the first time. I gasped for breath and moaned.
His tongue teasingly licked my anus, his fingers slipped into my vagina. I was being truly ravaged like a plaything by him. A woman's reserve and shame were completely destroyed by him. I moaned, responding to him. I liked it. Only then did I realize what I truly liked. I liked exposing my body to this man, letting him ravage me, play with me. Then, he pulled down his pants, revealing his penis. I looked back; it wasn't very long, but it was thick. I closed my eyes, waiting to be raped by this guy. This was the first time another man had penetrated me. I felt his thing rub against the outside of my vulva for a while, then slowly enter my body and begin to thrust. His hands held my waist, and I swayed back and forth in response to his movements. I moaned louder, and he began to move faster, his pubic hair rubbing against my buttocks and vulva.
He then put a thumb in his mouth, moistened it with saliva, and placed it outside my anus, slowly pushing it in until half of his finger was inside. Both of my holes were now occupied by him. His other hand began to knead my nipples. The thought of a young woman being violated and played with by an old man in the woods sent a surge of climax through me. I groaned loudly, my vagina rhythmically clenching around him, and he quickly ejaculated inside me. Afterward, he asked if I could kiss him again. I agreed. He lay down on the grass, made me kneel on his head with my legs spread, and began to lick my genitals, rubbing my vagina with his nose. His tongue then penetrated deeper, and I climaxed again, squirting my lubricant and his semen down his tongue into his mouth.
For over an hour, I was played with and violated by this man, experiencing pleasure and enjoyment I had never felt before.

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