Retired Dean

She was a retired vice president of a district-level Class II Grade A hospital.

Dissatisfied with not being promoted to hospital secretary, she retired early at the age of 53 two years later. Because of her background in cardiology, she provided considerable guidance to my father when he was ill; I thank her for that!

When I met her, she hadn't retired yet, but she was unhappy and didn't work, spending her time dancing in the square in front of my neighborhood. Because of her good figure, she attracted attention and led the dance in the group of older women. One time, she accidentally twisted her ankle and sat down to rest. We struck up a conversation, and we got along well. I learned she had twisted her ankle, so I drove her home that day, and that's how we became acquainted. I gradually learned about her family situation. She and her husband were both from out of town, and after graduating from university, they stayed to work locally. They had two children: their eldest son worked in Beijing after returning from studying abroad, and their second son ran a business in the south. Her husband was in charge of finances at their second son's company. She lived alone for many years, materially secure but spiritually empty.

Unexpectedly, my first time with her was in the wild. That year, my wife was away for professional training, and I had almost a year of freedom. After square dancing, we went for a walk and chatted by the river, talking about everything from work to life, our spirits high and neither of us saying goodbye. Later, as the night deepened and a chill crept in, I took the opportunity to embrace her, and she snuggled closer. Later, she lay on my lap, looking at the moonlight filtering through the treetops, and said, "Being with young people makes me feel young again." With her saying that, what was I waiting for? So I let loose, groping her wildly until she trembled, her breathing became heavy, and she lost her composure. In the latter half of the night, seeing no one around, I lifted her skirt and we had sex on a bench by the river.

This was the most perverted and uninhibited older woman I'd ever been with; the only drawback was that she wasn't very wet, basically running out after five minutes. It was with this older woman that I first learned about special sex lubricants. Although she was usually demure, in bed she enjoyed being humiliated and raped. I called her a bitch, a whore, and I'd stuffed eggs and cucumbers into her vagina, and even urinated on her. To make things more exciting, she even befriended my aunt, who also did square dancing, and they eventually became good friends. She took many nude photos of my aunt while soaking in hot springs. She would often show me these photos while having sex with her, calling her "aunt." Afterwards, she would call my aunt, and the three of us would go out to eat together.

To this day, I still can't figure out her true intentions, and I even suspect she wanted to drag my aunt into it. But every time I ask, she denies it, only saying she wanted me to experience what it's like to be an emperor with a harem. My aunt still doesn't know that she's completely exposed to me. Will I slowly become a pervert too?

This older woman is retired this year, and because she's well-preserved, strangers think she's around 45. She doesn't seem to like rooms; what we do most often is have me drive her to the suburbs, catch her in the wild, humiliate her, torture her, and rape her.

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