The unsatisfied desires of mature, seductive wives

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Mary and I have been married for 20 years. Like many long marriages, our lives have long lost their novelty, especially in our sex life, as there has been no longer any physical attraction. Although Mary still looks beautiful, after 20 years together, our sex life has inevitably become dull—there's no passion left.
When she's in a good mood, Mary can be quite wild in bed, but unfortunately, she's not often in a good mood. Despite her great figure and world-class breasts, she always wears rather conservative clothes, completely concealing her sexy body. Although she owns several pairs of sexy high heels, which she calls "the shoes I come to make love with lust," she never wears them out of the bedroom. She has no interest or desire to try anything new or exciting. Before we got married, she had only been with one man, and I was the second man she had ever slept with.
Once, I went to Detroit on a business trip and bought some magazines to read in my hotel room that night. In a magazine called *Penthouse*, I read several reader letters about how they enjoyed watching their wives being raped by other men. I also tried to imagine Mary having sex with other men, but I just couldn't.
However, the more I read those letters, the more I wondered what it would feel like to watch Mary have sex with other men. Although I knew my conservative, reserved wife would never try such an unusual thing, my imagination was enough.
It was because of these fantasies that our sex life began to become less boring. So, I started reading more of those reader letters and imagining Mary having sex with other men more often. Every time I came back from a business trip, I would rush home and have sex with her, still imagining her with other men.
Mary wasn't a stupid woman; she immediately realized something from my behavior and recently kept asking me what was going on. I just smiled and told her that lately I found her increasingly beautiful and sexy. What surprised me even more was that the more passionately I made love to her, the more she looked forward to sex.
The week of our 20th wedding anniversary, I had a business trip to New York, so I asked my wife if she would like to come with me, and she happily agreed. After checking into the hotel, Mary opened her suitcase and found that I had packed three pairs of her sexy high heels. When I asked her to wear one of those sexy heels to dinner, she gave me a strange look. She looked at the shoes, then back at me, and rummaged through the suitcase trying to find an outfit to match.
After everything was packed, just before leaving the house, I suddenly made a request: for my pleasure, I wanted her not to wear a bra. She gave me another strange look and slowly took off her bra.
In the taxi to the restaurant, my hand kept stroking her thigh, making her very nervous. She kept staring at the back of the taxi driver's head, afraid he would turn around and see my intimate actions, but she didn't stop me. Walking into the restaurant, I kept imagining that all the men's eyes were on my wife's body, and indeed, quite a few men were attracted to her.
Although Mary didn't notice the men's greedy gazes, the friction of her bare nipples against her clothes aroused her. Because the fabric was thin, her erect nipples were faintly visible. My gaze swept across the restaurant, noticing many men lecherously staring at Mary's breasts. I wondered how many men in the restaurant would want to have sex with her if given the chance.
We found a place to sit, ordered food, and chatted casually, my hands constantly caressing her thighs and arms.
"Can you do me a favor?"
I asked Mary.
"What?"
"Go to the restroom and take off your panties."
She looked at me silently for a moment, then got up and walked towards the restroom, her full breasts swaying alluringly with each step. I looked around and saw many men staring at her breasts as well.
When Mary returned, I continued caressing her thighs, my fingers already touching the opening of her vagina.
"What are you doing?"
she asked.
"It'll be better to fuck you when you're wet,"
she giggled. "Here? At the dining table?"
I laughed and said, "Of course, if you want, that's fine. You know, you're the sexiest woman in this house. If I fuck you here, at least half the men in this house will want to fuck you too. Think about it, can you handle all those men?"
To my utter surprise, my shy, conservative wife answered, "I'm willing to let them fuck me for you, but you have to hold my hand the whole time they're fucking me."
I stared at her, wide-eyed. Mary giggled again and said, "What's wrong, my love? Don't you think I'm womanly enough?"
Oh, this was so unexpected. The Mary before me was completely different from the one at home. Was it because we were in a strange city? Or did she just have this potential?
“Before we take that big step,”
I said, “let’s try some little tricks first. Unbutton the top two buttons of your dress and let the waiter see your nipples.”
Mary stared into my eyes and slowly unbuttoned the top three buttons; if she had moved a little too quickly, both nipples might have been exposed. Even so, because she was sitting, anyone walking past her or standing behind her could easily see her two firm, rosy nipples. Suddenly, the waiters in the restaurant became unusually enthusiastic towards us, constantly coming over to ask if we needed anything, and often standing by our table to help us get food or pour us drinks.
To make it even more effective, every time a male waiter served her food or poured her a drink, she would lean forward, which made her 36D breasts, unbraced, almost spill out of her clothes, giving the young men a real treat.
After dinner, as we left the restaurant, I noticed all the waiters looked disappointed, and the poor boy who had poured Mary's drink was gone; I guessed he'd run to the restroom to masturbate.
As we walked out of the restaurant, Mary said, "Okay, that's a small step for us. So what's next?"
Oh no! This isn't like my Mary at all!
"How far are you willing to go?"
I asked.
"That depends on how far you want to take me,"
she replied.
This was the boldest answer I'd heard since we'd married.
"Okay, let's take a stroll for a bit,"
I said, leading Mary towards the hotel. After about two blocks, we saw a man walking towards us. I told Mary that as we approached the man, she threw her handbag on the ground, bent down to pick it up, and exposed her large breasts from under her clothes.
I'd never imagined Mary would do that, but she really did. When the man was about three feet away from us, she dropped her bag and bent down in an exaggerated manner to pick it up, her large, white breasts immediately popping out from under her clothes.
Mary let the man see her clearly, then feigned embarrassment, covering her two alluring mounds with her clothes and whispering, "Oh, I'm so sorry."
The man stared at Mary, shook his head, and walked past her. Mary smiled, stood up, and said to me, "Another small step completed. What's next?"
I didn't answer, and hailed a taxi. As soon as we sat down in the back, I asked Mary to suck my penis. Without hesitation, Mary quickly pulled my penis out of my pants and took it into her mouth. In the rearview mirror, I saw the driver secretly watching the lewd scene in the back seat.
"Is he watching?"
Mary asked between sucks.
"Yes."
"I think he'd like me to suckle him too."
I was completely stunned by Mary's words, and it took me a while to come to my senses. I said to her with a not-so-teasing tone, "Then you should ask him."
"Oh, no way. I said I'd go as far as you take me. So, you should be the one asking,"
Mary said.
Hearing her say that, I sat there not knowing what to do or say. In this hesitation, Mary sucked me until I couldn't take it anymore, and a stream of semen sprayed into her mouth. At this moment, Mary did something that she had never done in our 20 years of marriage: she swallowed all my semen. My God, that wasn't all. She continued to suckle diligently, as if she wanted to suck every drop of my semen into her stomach.
Okay, okay, taking one more step forward wouldn't be a big deal. "Hey, it's your turn,"
I said to the back of the driver's head.
The black driver, who had been secretly watching Mary perform oral sex on me for a while, was probably itching to get back to his old ways. Hearing my words, he immediately slowed down, changed lanes three times, and pulled the car into a quiet alley. As soon as he stopped, he climbed from the driver's seat to the back seat and grabbed my wife.
Mary didn't even look back at me; she bent down, unzipped the driver's pants, and pulled out his long, thick, black penis. She first rubbed it a few times with her hand, then pulled back the foreskin to reveal the large, black glans, licked the urethral opening clean of the glistening fluid, and then opened her mouth wide to take the large penis in.
Because it was so big, Mary could only suck on the glans while simultaneously gripping the base of the glans and stroking it vigorously. Five minutes later, the driver ejaculated into Mary's mouth, which she swallowed without hesitation.
When the driver dropped us off at the hotel, he said, "No need to pay, she's already given me a good reward."
He handed Mary a business card and added, "Call me anytime if you need anything, I'll provide you with the best service in the city."
After the driver drove away, Mary looked at me and asked, "What's next?"
I thought for a moment and then said, "It's probably too late to go back to that restaurant now. I think we should try our luck at the hotel bar."
After finding a table in the bar, my eyes scanned the room. A small band was playing slow dance music, and several couples were dancing on the dance floor. I was looking for men, especially those without partners. Luckily, there were about five or six men without women in the room.
"Honey, I'm going back to the room for a while to see what you can do,"
I whispered in Mary's ear.
Mary smiled and said, "Don't be too surprised if you see me lying on the table when you come back."
I shook my head and left the bar. Two and a half hours ago, when we left the hotel room, Mary was a very reserved and conservative married woman who had never cheated in her 20-year marriage. But in the past two and a half hours, she had brazenly flirted with several restaurant waiters, shown her breasts to a stranger she met on the street, performed oral sex on a taxi driver she didn't know in front of me, and swallowed his semen. Now, she told me she might be gang-raped on a bar table. Her change was completely unexpected.
I stayed in the room for about half an hour, my penis constantly erect, but I couldn't wait any longer and went back to the bar. Mary wasn't alone at our table; three men were sitting around her. Seeing me approach, one of the men said to me, "Hey, you fucking buddy, go find somewhere else to sit. This woman is ours."
Mary quickly said, "Oh, he's my husband. Give him a seat. Honey, this is Mark. He was supposed to shake your hand, but right now his fingers are inside my vagina."
Mark looked a little embarrassed when he heard I was Mary's husband, but Mary said to him, "Mark! Don't be afraid, don't pull your hand out, just keep working."
As she spoke, feeling Mark's fingers probing inside her vagina, Mary smiled with satisfaction.
“That’s Charles sitting to your right,”
Mary continued. “He seems a little nervous, because he’s probably never had this experience before—a woman holding his penis and stroking it, while her husband sits and watches. And that guy over there…”
She nodded to the man to my left, “He tried to pull me to their room after you left. I think they definitely want to fuck me, don’t you think?”
Her question caught me off guard. I quickly composed myself and said, “I’m not surprised they have that idea. So, do you want to go with them?”
She smiled at me and said, “How far do you want me to go, baby?”
I stared into her eyes, calculating how far she could go, and then said, “You have to be back in our room by 7 a.m. tomorrow. I want to have breakfast with you, and then go to a meeting.”
With that, I stood up and went back to our room.
To be honest, I had been hoping Mary would return a few minutes after I went back to my room, but more than an hour had passed, and I still hadn’t seen her. I went back to the bar, hoping to see Mary, drunk, but she wasn't there anymore. I didn't sleep a wink that night, and Mary didn't return until 7 a.m.
"Thank God you gave me a deadline, otherwise they would have made me stay there all day. You know what? Besides the three men you saw, there was another man in their house."
I stood up and looked at her; her body seemed fine at first glance. But when she undressed, her body left me speechless. Her labia were swollen and red, her vagina and anus were gaping open, her pubic hair was matted and sticky with dried semen, and her breasts were covered in bruises and bite marks.
"I want to know everything, tell me all the details,"
I said.
She laughed and said, "What's there to say? I sucked their penises, they fucked me; I sucked their penises again, they fucked me again; then I sucked their penises even more, and they fucked me even more..."
She came over, pushed me down on the bed, and said, "You've never tasted another man's semen in your wife's vagina before, my darling. You can go to your meeting later..."
With that, she climbed onto the bed and pressed her semen-covered, filthy vulva against my mouth.
That was truly the longest business trip I'd ever had. Every day when I went to my meeting, Mary would run off on her own. And at night, she would tell me about her lewd experiences throughout the day, and then we'd fuck each other all night.
Mary even called the driver who gave her his business card. In exchange, Mary agreed to give him oral sex and have her vagina and anus fucked at will; in return, he would be her personal driver, always at her beck and call, driving her anywhere in New York City for free. The next afternoon, Mary had the driver take her to Times Square, dropped her off in a corner, and made her stand on the roadside like a prostitute waiting for clients.
A while later, a man drove up and stopped in front of Mary. He rolled down the window and asked, "How much for oral sex?"
Mary replied, "Ten dollars a time, how about it?"
The man nodded in agreement and had Mary get into the back seat of his car. Mary performed oral sex on him first, then had intercourse with him. Afterward, Mary took ten dollars out of her bag and threw it to the man, saying, "Thank you, but what I need is your penis, not the money!"
That afternoon, Mary spent fifty dollars to perform oral sex on five strangers, who then penetrated her anus and vagina and ejaculated into her uterus.
Afterward, Mary asked the driver to take her to a black slum in Harlem to try her luck. There, she found two filthy black beggars. Mary got them into the car, and while the driver drove around the slum, she performed oral sex on the two beggars in the back seat, and then they gang-raped her.
That day, Mary later had sex with a drunk man and a homeless man, then had the driver take her to Manhattan. In a cocktail lounge, she crawled under a table and performed oral sex on a well-dressed, seemingly respectable gentleman. She then had sex with another man in the lounge's restroom.
On the third day, Mary asked the driver to come up with some strange ways to spend her last day in New York. Under his plan, Mary stayed at the taxi company, performing oral sex on all the drivers who wanted her services. Mary later told me that on that day, she was gang-raped by 37 taxi drivers over seven hours, who continuously ejaculated into her mouth, vagina, and anus, truly satisfying her.
On my last night in New York, when I had sex with Mary, the only feeling was wetness. Her vagina had been fucked so loose that inserting myself felt like inserting into a tube filled with semen.
This trip to New York truly opened my eyes, but my shock was far from over. On the return flight, Mary sat beside me, snuggling close, and asked, "Did you get what you wanted?"
I looked at her, puzzled, and asked, "What?"
"Did you get what you wanted? Am I a slut enough to you?"
Seeing my confused expression, Mary continued, "Once, when I put the underwear I washed for you into your drawer, I found the magazines you bought. I read those magazines and found that they were full of stories about wives who seemed to be able to have sex with anyone or anything they encountered anytime, anywhere. Later, I found some new magazines in your drawer almost every month, and they were all the same kind of content. From those magazines, I knew that you also wanted me to be that kind of wife, so this time I tried my best to fulfill your wish." Oh,
so that's how it is! What could I say? I could only shake my head and say, "My dear, you are absolutely a super slut!"
For the first two days after we got home, Mary slept soundly, trying to recover her overdrawn physical and mental strength. Meanwhile, I was reminiscing about our trip to New York. To my regret, I still hadn't witnessed her having sex with another man. The only thing I saw was her head bobbing up and down as she performed oral sex on the taxi driver, but all I saw was the back of her head and the black man's thigh. I couldn't help but start thinking about which man to bring home and how to plan this.
By the third day, I was still at a loss and asked Mary if she had any good ideas. She looked at me meaningfully for a moment, then asked, "Are you kidding me? How can you ask me such a question?"
I looked at her, wondering what she was thinking. "But, in New York..."
she interrupted me, saying, "But this isn't New York anymore, Donald!"
Her tone seemed to tell me, "It's all over!"
Yes, it was indeed over. At least for the three months since returning from New York, Mary hadn't done anything out of line. However, our sex life was still as exciting and wild as it had been in New York. We were like newlyweds, constantly making love whenever we were at home.
This morning, I called Mary from my office and asked her to take my two suits to the dry cleaners for a quick one-hour wash. "I'm leaving for a three-day conference in San Francisco tomorrow morning, could you help me prepare?"
I told her on the phone.
When I got home from work that evening, I saw Mary packing her luggage. At first, I thought she was packing for my business trip, but then I noticed she was packing her high heels. She turned to me and said, "I only need two outfits, anyway, I won't be wearing clothes much there... By the way, you're planning to take me with you, right?"
Actually, I hadn't planned to take her, but before I could say anything, Mary added, "Of course you'll take me. Which sexy high heels should I bring, white or black?"
I shook my head and said, "It doesn't matter, baby, either is fine. But no matter which pair you bring, the only purpose is for you to kick them off your feet before you get into bed."
Mary laughed, "Yeah, that's for sure, right?"

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