Wife playing with old man

My wife and I have always had a passionate sex life, a passion that has gradually built up and deepened over eight years of marriage. We both know that couples inevitably experience boredom after living together for a long time, including in their sex life. So, about a year into our marriage, we discussed how to keep our sex life fresh.
During the discussion, I discovered that my wife, like me, has a strong childlike spirit and a hidden, erotic desire. We decided to add some spice to our lives, of course, all in secret, absolutely without letting anyone we know. After all, we still need a peaceful life. So, we started with small things, like her masturbating me on the bus or her willingly letting others take liberties with her; like making love together in public men's or women's restrooms late at night; or her going shopping without a bra, with a rubber dildo inserted. Each time, we experience a unique thrill in a tense atmosphere, and we enjoy it immensely.

By the way, let me introduce my wife. She's 31 years old, 1.64 meters tall, with a full figure but not obese. Her skin is very fair and smooth. Her looks are above average; she likes to keep her hair long and straight. She has delicate features and often carries a captivating shyness. She works in a department of the district government and is already a promising deputy section chief.

That day, it was probably around 10 pm. My wife and I were returning from dinner. For our health, we walked home from the restaurant. It wasn't far, but we had to pass through several secluded alleys. We chatted as we walked. Suddenly, an idea struck me. I said, "Honey, are you scared walking here alone?" My wife laughed and said, "No." I said, "Aren't you afraid of hooligans?" My wife said, "What's so scary about hooligans? They just want to take advantage of me, they won't kill me." I said, "Won't you fight back?" My wife thought about it seriously for a moment, then said coquettishly, "Of course not, he can do whatever he wants, maybe... I'll... I'll..." "Will what?" I pressed. "I'll even cooperate with him." My wife finished speaking and hugged me, laughing. I laughed too, patted her plump buttocks, and whispered, "I know, actually you wish another man would sleep with you once!" My wife also retaliated by grabbing my crotch with one hand and said with a grin, "So what? You only have one thing that can't satisfy me." We were used to joking around like this, and since there was no one around, we didn't care. We walked along, whispering and joking. After a while, my hand accidentally slipped under her crotch from behind and touched her. Oh my god, she was wet.

Just as I was about to tease her, she suddenly whispered "Shh" to me, saying, "There's someone up ahead." I looked up and saw a figure in the distance, slowly walking towards us; it looked like a man. In that instant, an idea struck me. I grabbed her, grinning mischievously, and said, "Honey, let's play a game. That's a man. Do you dare play with him?" My wife playfully hit me, "You're so naughty! Who knows if he's a good guy or a bad guy?" I said, "He doesn't look like a bad guy. Besides, I'm here. What are you afraid of? It's just letting him take advantage of you a little, it's okay." My wife knew we were going to play a game again, and she suddenly became excited, her face flushed as she smiled, saying, "Okay, you hide, watch me." So, I hid behind a corner of a wall, peeking out in the dim light of the streetlamp. My wife made a playful gesture, signaling me not to move, and then tugged at her dress. My wife was wearing a light blue suit today, very professional-looking, and it accentuated her curves, highlighting her chest, waist, and hips. Her long, white legs were exposed, making her both elegant and sexy. The figure drew closer, then suddenly coughed twice. Judging from the voice, it sounded like... like an old man. My wife clearly recognized the voice and turned to look at me, her expression somewhat troubled. For some reason, I waved to her, signaling her to come over. So, without hesitation, my wife slowly walked towards the man. Soon, she and the man were about to meet, and I finally saw his face clearly. Yes, it was an old man, probably in his fifties, walking slowly with his hands behind his back, his old eyes fixed on my wife. My wife had her head down, and I couldn't see her expression from behind. Just as they were about to pass each other, I heard my wife cry out "Ouch!" as if she had tripped over something, and she lunged at the old man with outstretched arms. The old man was startled, but reacted quickly, opening his arms to catch my wife. In an instant, the two of them were tightly embracing. My wife didn't immediately pull away, but said nervously, "I was so scared, so scared! Thank you, sir." The old man didn't let go of my wife right away either, patting her back and saying, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, young lady, be careful when you walk." My wife then let go and tried to walk forward, but then cried out "Ouch!" and squatted down, clutching her ankle and groaning, "My foot... I think I twisted it." The old man quickly squatted down as well, asking with concern, "Where? Where did you twist it? Let me see." He then touched my wife's foot. My wife stood up, held out her right foot, and said, "It's this one, ouch, it hurts so much..." I chuckled to myself: my wife's acting was perfect! The old man grasped my wife's right foot and slowly began to massage it, saying, "Young lady, don't worry, I studied traditional Chinese medicine when I was young, and I'm very skilled at massage. Don't worry, I'll massage it for you, and you'll feel better soon." Whether he was telling the truth or not, the old man certainly seemed convincing. My wife couldn't help but groan as he massaged her; the sound... well, anyone could imagine, and just from that sound, you could interpret it however you wanted. Sure enough, after a while, the old man looked up at my wife, his eyes clearly filled with lust. My wife was enjoying herself when the old man said, "Young lady, lift your foot a little; it's tiring for me to bend over like this." My wife obediently lifted her foot, her hand gripping the wall beside her. I immediately understood: the old man was about to make his move! Just imagine, when my wife lifts her leg, her short skirt also lifts up, and if the old man looks up from below, he'll have a clear view of her underwear. What a shameless old man! The old man rubbed her while glancing occasionally at his wife's underwear. Slowly, his hand began to move uncontrollably upwards, past her calves and knees, and upwards... Suddenly, my wife shuddered and cried out, "Uncle, you're touching... touching my private parts!" The old man seemed to have no more inhibitions and began to caress my wife directly through her underwear under her skirt, lewdly saying, "Girl, why is your area wet? It's not from sweat, is it?" My wife, leaning against the wall, said weakly, "I hate you, uncle. If you touch me like this... how can I not get wet?" The old man excitedly pressed his face close to my wife's legs, slowly burying his head under her skirt, saying, "Girl, I didn't expect you to get aroused so easily. Let me see, let me smell, how horny are you?" It seemed the old man had completely let go and didn't care about anything else. My wife was clearly also greatly aroused. She moaned softly, "Uncle, what are you saying about being aroused? I...I'm not aroused at all! It's you...you're being disrespectful to your elders, teasing me...Oh, uncle, what are you...doing? No...don't kiss me there, ah..." Clearly, the old man had already kissed my wife's private parts through her underwear. I found it incredibly satisfying.

My wife was holding the old man's head with one hand, her hips swaying rhythmically, seemingly enjoying his ministrations immensely. After a while, the old man stuck his head out, leering as he pulled my wife's underwear down to her knees. My wife cried out in a coquettish voice, "Uncle, no... don't take off my underwear! You're... so old, how can you do this to me... so embarrassing! You're still touching me! No! Someone will see..." The old man stopped, looked around, stood up, pulled my wife close, and said lecherously, "Miss, how about we go somewhere else? Don't worry, I won't mistreat you. Name your price." I chuckled inwardly; he clearly mistook my wife for a prostitute. No wonder he became so emboldened so quickly. It seemed this old man had frequented prostitutes before. My wife pushed him away, scolding, "What do you take me for? I'm a respectable person!" Then she went to pull off the underwear the old man had pulled down. The old man chuckled, stopping her movements, his hand already groping my wife's crotch. He said, "Miss, please, I admit I was wrong, okay? You're a respectable person, and you're already wet here. Hehe..." I thought my wife would stop here; who knows what might happen if we continued. But when the old man touched her, she couldn't help but moan, looking like she was really enjoying it. The old man leered at her, as if he knew what he was doing. Taking advantage of her enjoyment, he squatted down again and rolled up her skirt to her waist, exposing her entire genitals—her fair skin, round buttocks, and alluring black triangle. Even I couldn't help but get an erection. The old man squatted in front of my wife, his face directly facing her thick pubic hair. His hands caressed her buttocks, his eyes gleaming with lust as he stared at her most beautiful feature, muttering, "My goodness, so beautiful, a young woman's thighs, buttocks, and... this hair, ah..." "Haven't seen anything like it in years." As he spoke, he slowly pressed his face against my wife's vulva, as if embracing a precious object he had longed for for years, a gesture tinged with deep affection. I found it utterly hilarious. It seemed this old lecher hadn't seen many good women, probably only ever played with a few prostitutes. He was having such a lucky day; no wonder he was ecstatic. The old man had his entire face pressed against my wife's vulva, his mouth directly beneath the pubic hair, constantly nudging and licking her clitoris, his tongue seemingly already extended. Meanwhile, my wife was also enjoying herself immensely, slightly spreading her two fair legs to allow the old man's mouth to penetrate deeper. She held his head with both hands, swaying her hips, and emitting continuous, deep moans. Once again, I experienced my wife's wantonness; she could make an old man feel so good, and it was just licking.

Just as I was getting excited, my wife suddenly stopped, pushed the old man's head away, and quickly pulled up her underwear and pulled down her skirt, leaving the old man stunned, staring at my wife with his honey-slicked mouth open. My wife, her face flushed, pulled the old man up and said with irresistible charm, "Old man, let me tell you the truth, I'm a prostitute. I can't just play around with you for free. Tell me, how much are you paying me?" This time, I was stunned. I thought my wife had suddenly decided to stop playing around, but who knew she... she actually wanted to go for something bigger, and even said she was a prostitute. I was completely baffled. The old man immediately understood and grinned, "I knew it! You look like a prostitute, hehe, I never misjudged you." I cursed inwardly: You old lecher, your woman is the prostitute! My wife really acted like a prostitute, clinging to the old man's shoulder and saying casually, "Tell me, sir, how much money can you give me?" Good heavens, was this really my civil servant's wife? The old man nodded repeatedly, "Okay, I'll give you, I'll give you," and started rummaging through his pockets. After a while, he pulled out a wad of crumpled banknotes. "This is all I have, see if it's enough." His wife took it, glanced at it, and said, "Just this much, only thirty-odd yuan? Am I that worthless?" The old man's face fell; he was already pleading, "Young lady, this is all I have, this is still a small amount..." "My weekly allowance, please, let me do it just this once." My wife chuckled. "Old man, you're using up your whole week's allowance just for one time, and it's so little, it doesn't seem right." The old man was impatient. "How about I go home? I have over twenty yuan under the covers, I'll give it all to you, please, girl." My wife sighed. "Sigh, at your age, struggling so much, and still doing this kind of thing. Okay, it'll be like I'm doing a good deed, but first, you have to listen to me." With that, she really put the money in her pocket. I thought to myself: Wife, do you really think of yourself as a prostitute? The old man nodded repeatedly, standing there for a moment, not knowing what to do. My wife generously put her arm around the old man and said, "Old man, let's move to the side, be alert, if you hear any noise, hurry up and leave." The old man agreed immediately. I thought, where did that lecherousness from before go? Now it seems like it's not him playing with my wife, but my wife playing him. Oh, my wife! She's so mischievous, so wanton… At that moment, my wife was already leaning against the wall very close to me, just around the corner. I quickly hid, and when I peeked out again, they were practically right in front of me, except my wife had adjusted the angle perfectly: the old man was angled with his back to me, and my wife was angled towards me. This way, not only could the old man not see me, but I could also clearly see their every move. I knew my wife wanted me to witness a good show up close.

My wife glanced at me quickly and made a face. After we stopped, she asked the old man, "Uncle, how long has it been since you did it?" The old man said, "Almost...almost half a year." My wife smiled coquettishly, "So long, you've been missing women." The old man said, "Yes, I've been missing them terribly." My wife asked again, "Then...am I pretty?" The old man seemed impatient, "Pretty, pretty, girl, don't tease me, I...let's do it!" He then reached out to hug my wife. My wife laughed and pushed him away, saying, "Don't rush, uncle, how do you want to play?" The old man really couldn't take it anymore, "How else can we play? Just do it, come on, I...I..." He was about to make a move. My wife stopped him again, "Uncle, don't you want to see my...this?" As she spoke, she unbuttoned her top, lifted her blouse, revealing a pink lace bra. My wife's breasts were not small, plump and full, making the bra stand out high. The old man immediately reached out and pushed up my wife's bra, revealing her two snow-white breasts. He took one in each hand and began to knead them vigorously. My wife closed her eyes and began to enjoy it. After a while, the old man, not satisfied with just touching, stepped forward and took one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking on it. My wife must have felt very comfortable, hugging the old man and moaning softly. After a while, the old man lifted up my wife's skirt and pulled down her panties, inserting a finger directly into her vagina, making her let out an "Ah!" The old man was busy there, and I could clearly see the look of ecstasy on my wife's face. She would occasionally open her eyes, look at me, and lick her lips with her tongue, looking just like...like a prostitute. My penis was rock hard, and I couldn't help but reach out and touch myself. Watching an old man enjoy his wife while I could only touch myself, wasn't that a bit pathetic? But to be honest, I liked it. The old man finally stopped, placing his hand on his waist, seemingly about to unzip his pants. My wife stopped him just in time, panting, "Wait a minute, let me do it." The old man obediently stopped. My wife first put her hand on the old man's crotch and rubbed it, saying, "Old man, at your age, you can still get this hard, that's amazing." The old man chuckled, "Of course, I was even more powerful when I was young." My wife slowly unbuckled the old man's belt and pulled down his pants. I could see clearly from behind that the old man's legs were quite strong, but he was wearing a brightly colored pair of briefs. I almost burst out laughing. My wife laughed too, "Uncle, why are you wearing women's underwear?" The old man seemed a little embarrassed, "Hehe, it's comfortable." I thought to myself: What a lecherous old man. My wife stopped laughing and started pulling down the old man's floral shorts. I couldn't see what was happening in front of him, but I could see a round glans powerfully popping out. My wife exclaimed softly, "Uncle, yours is so big! It's amazing that you're so old and still... still so... strong." The old man seemed to regain his confidence: "Hehe, impressive, right? Do you like it?" My wife grabbed the old man's penis, her face flushed, and said, "I like it." Then she squatted down, brought her face close to the penis, and then quickly pulled away: "Uncle, your taste... is so strong." The old man said bluntly, "People in your line of work aren't afraid of this, haha..." My wife looked at the penis again, and perhaps unable to resist the temptation, she started masturbating with her hand. The old man groaned comfortably: "Girl, don't just... hold it with your hand, use your mouth." After saying that, he thrust his hips forward and brought his penis to my wife's mouth. My wife instinctively flinched back, then glanced at me quickly. Then, as if making a huge decision, she closed her eyes and took the old man's penis into her mouth. Actually, my wife doesn't object to oral sex; sometimes she even enjoys it. I think it's probably because the old man hasn't showered in a long time, and his penis smells too strong. At first, she kept her eyes closed, looking pained, but after a while, she started to squint her eyes seductively, glancing up at the old man and then at me. His thick penis was going in and out of her mouth, the dark purple glans being sucked clean and shiny. The old man was actively thrusting in and out of her mouth, moaning with pleasure, saying, "Ah...it's fucking amazing! This young woman's...mouth, it feels so good to fuck...ah-good...so good, I'm fucking...I'm fucking, good girl, I'm fucking your mouth...I'm fucking...your mouth..." The old man thrust very deep each time, and my wife had to use her hand to block him from time to time, making "ooh" sounds.

After about a minute of this, the old man suddenly pulled his penis out of my wife's mouth, panting, "I can't take it anymore, don't move, I'm about to come." After a short pause, the old man let out a long breath and said, "Thank goodness, I haven't come yet." My wife smiled, wiped her lips, and stood up, "Uncle, you're done so quickly? Aren't you supposed to be amazing?" The old man said repeatedly, "You're amazing, you're amazing. A beautiful young lady like you... sucking my old man's penis, who... who can resist?" My wife giggled and grabbed the old man's penis again, "Will you let me suck it again?" "No, no, girl, come on, use your lower mouth to suck it." After saying that, he turned my wife's body around, made her stick out her buttocks, and lifted her skirt. My wife's plump, white buttocks were facing him, and I could even see the lustful juice flowing from the base of her thighs. I realized we'd finally reached the crucial moment. I didn't know whether to continue. If we did, my wife would really be taken advantage of by this old man, which seemed a bit too much. Judging from her expression, she didn't want it to end. Besides, I had a strange urge to see her being taken advantage of by the old man. So I decided to stay put and let my wife decide. My wife didn't resist. On the contrary, she bent over and leaned back, as if hoping the old man's penis would go in immediately. Then, she even reached back and grabbed the old man's penis, saying, "Old man, come on... fuck me, put it in, I'm... a prostitute, you paid for it, come on..." It seemed my wife really saw herself as a prostitute. I know my wife says a lot of surprising things when she's being unrestrained, but it only excites me more. The old man, of course, couldn't resist the temptation. Seeing my wife so proactive, he couldn't help but feel smug, leering, "I told you, a whore is a whore, they all deserve to be fucked!" These were clearly insulting words, but I knew my wife enjoyed being insulted when she was aroused.

Sure enough, my wife said in a trembling voice, "Yes, old man... I'm a whore, I deserve to be fucked... Come on, fuck me... Put it in, I need your... your cock." Hearing this, the old man excitedly grabbed my wife's buttocks, one hand holding his own penis, and said, "Whore, I'm going to fuck you!" Then he thrust in. My blood rushed to my head: my wife had finally been fucked by this old man. Although this wasn't the first time she'd been fucked by another man, it was the first time by an old man. It seems that regardless of age, my wife only needs a penis. Perhaps, it's precisely because it defies common sense that she's even more excited. The old man moved slowly and deliberately, but each thrust went deep. My wife let out a series of ecstatic moans: "Ah...oh...old man, you're so...old...and still...so amazing, you're going in so deep, right to my uterus, it feels so good...fuck me...fuck this slut...I'm willing to let you...fuck me." The old man, enjoying himself, was also pleased by my wife's words: "Ah...such a good girl, doing this kind of work, letting...so many men fuck her, isn't it...both comfortable and profitable? I never thought...in my old age, I'd still have such...good fortune, to be able to fuck you...it's worth dying for." My wife had been teased by the old man for a long time, her lust already aroused, and now that she was finally getting to do it, she must have been incredibly happy. She liked to say lewd things during sex, without any restraint. I had experienced this before, and I liked it about her. Sure enough, the wife's words became increasingly lewd: "Uncle... ah... this is my first time... being fucked by an old man... I never thought an old man would have such a hard... such a thick... cock. If I had known, I would have fucked you long ago." The old man was also quite wicked, chuckling and saying, "There are many... skilled old men out there. We... most like to fuck those... young girls and young wives. Someone like you, about the same age as my daughter... hehe, you get wet as soon as you fuck me." "Ah." "You've fucked... your daughter, Uncle, you... really?" "To tell you the truth, I have... thought about it, but I didn't dare. Even now... she's married, and someone else... fucked her, and I still... want to." Haha, it was unexpected that this old man was so lewd that he even wanted to sleep with his own daughter.

But what surprised me even more was my wife. She actually moaned and said, "Old man, then... you can treat me as... your daughter. The one you're having sex with right now is your daughter!" The old man got even more excited when he heard this: "Okay, okay... I'm about the same age as your father, so you can... treat me as your father too. Daughter... my good daughter, you're willing to let your father... have sex with you." This old man is a beast. He's trying to lead my wife into the abyss of incest. Before I could think any further, I heard my wife say in a sweet voice, "No way... Daddy fucking his daughter... But... if it really were... it would be so exciting... Ah... Daddy... Is that you? Is that you... fucking me?" The old man reacted quickly, cooperating, "It's me, my good daughter... Daddy has wanted to... fuck you for a long time, but you... don't want to." My wife continued, "No... daughter wants to, because... Daddy's cock is so big, inside daughter's... pussy... it feels so full... so numb, ah... Daddy..." "You're fucking my daughter to death..." The old man's movements suddenly quickened, and a loud "splat" sound came from where he was having sex with my wife: "Daughter... good daughter, Daddy's fucking, I'm shooting all... all of it into your pussy, for you... for your dad's semen, ah... oh..." At the same time, my wife also reached her climax: "I'm coming too... ah... ah, Dad, shoot... give me all the semen in your old cock, shoot... shoot... fuck me... Daddy... fuck me to death..." I was dumbfounded.

The two of them were exhausted and leaned against the wall, panting. My wife, being younger, recovered quickly. Without even cleaning herself, she slowly dressed and softly said to the old man, "Sir, let's go home." Then she took out a crumpled wad of money from her pocket and stuffed it into his shirt pocket. "Don't do that again. You're getting old; your health is important." She then straightened his clothes and pushed him a few steps. The old man, like a wooden statue, let her do as she pleased, turning back every few steps, his back slightly hunched. Only after the old man was far away did my wife come to me, still stunned, and asked with a smile, "Are you alright?" It took me a while to come to my senses. I gave her a thumbs-up, then pulled her along, quickly walking back. My wife cried out anxiously, "Hey, slow down! Slow down! Why are you in such a hurry?" I stopped, my eyes blazing with fury, and uttered two words: "I'll fuck you!"

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