The Lies of Mature Women

Mavis and I have been married for over twenty years. Although we still love each other deeply, our married life has become dull and monotonous, at least in terms of our sex life. We still make love, but it's lost its passion and become a routine—twice a week, Tuesdays and Fridays, and occasionally three times a week.
Although I try my best to bring her to orgasm, the spark of passion is gone, and we both find our sex life bland and tasteless.
One day, Mavis finally couldn't help but ask me, "What's wrong, my darling? Do you think I'm no longer attractive?"
I quickly assured her that she was still as alluring as ever.
"Then why are we making love less and less often?"
"I don't know."
"I recently read a magazine article that said couples should frequently change their sex life to better maintain passion and interest. Are you interested in trying something new with me?"
"Of course, I'm interested."
So, for the next four months, we constantly tried new things in bed, which certainly added a lot of spice to our married life. But what truly made our sex life more interesting was role-playing.
We played role-playing games for over a month, and it really excited us. One day, just before I was about to leave work, I received a call from Mavis. After confirming it was indeed me on the other end, she immediately said, "Is this the police station? This is Mavis Jones, living at 1234 Blacksmith Street. I've just been robbed and raped. Can you send someone to investigate?"
I laughed and said, "I'll send someone right away."
When I got home, I didn't use my key to open the door; instead, I rang the doorbell. Mavis, wearing black pajamas, opened the door for me.
"Are you Mrs. Jones? I'm Officer Bill, here to investigate a robbery. And, if I haven't misheard the sheriff, there's also... rape?"
"Yes. When he found out I had no money, he got very angry, pushed me to the ground, and then... he forced me... forced me... oh, it was horrible."
"Well, Mrs. Jones, now I need to ask some detailed questions. I know these questions are difficult for you, but if we want to bring the perpetrator to justice as quickly as possible, there are some things I need to know. I know some questions involve your privacy, but these questions will help us better understand the case. So, I'd like to ask you to tell me in detail what happened. From beginning to end, tell me every detail."
"Hmm... okay. After work today, I went to the store and bought some things. When I got home, I had just put my things down when I heard some strange noises in the bedroom. I ran to the bedroom and found a strange man rummaging through my closet. I screamed in fright and turned to run away. But he was quick, ran over and grabbed me."
"He asked me where I had put my money, and I told him I had no money left; I had spent it all while shopping. He got angry, accusing me of lying and calling me a slut. I told him again I had no money, but he still didn't believe me. He snatched my wallet and searched it, finding nothing. He angrily threw the wallet on the ground, twisted my arm, and dragged me into the bedroom." "He said
menacingly that he never came back empty-handed, then pulled out his thing and tried to put it in my mouth. I turned my head away, but he grabbed my hair, forcing me to turn back to him, and I screamed in pain. Just then, he shoved his thing into my mouth. Then, he grabbed my head with both hands, making me shake it back and forth, and he used me."
"Wait a minute, Mrs. Jones, what do you mean by 'he used you'?"
"Well… you should know, like a married couple, you understand?"
"No, I don't understand, Mrs. Jones. I think this is important to the case, and you need to explain it in more detail. Please stop using these vague euphemisms. The longer we waste here, the further the criminal will get."
"Oh, okay, okay... well, he... he... fucked my mouth... He grabbed my hair and ears and pushed his... penis as deep as possible into my throat. His... penis was so big, I was afraid I would suffocate. So, I had to try my best to please him." "I
relaxed my throat muscles as much as I could to let his big cock slide in and out of my mouth and throat smoothly, hoping that he would let me go after he had pleasured me. He fucked my mouth for about 5 minutes, then yelled, 'Bitch, I'm going to cum,' and then shot a large amount of semen into my throat. He shot so much semen, and I tried to swallow the mouthful of semen and kept shaking my head back and forth to make it more comfortable."
"He kept ejaculating, and after several tens of seconds, he finally ejaculated all the semen from his testicles into my mouth, but his penis still didn't soften. He pulled his penis out of my mouth and said, 'Not bad, you slut. Looks like you really like my big cock.' Then he told me to grab his big cock with my hands, 'Move my cock hard, you slut. Make sure it's happy. Now I'll help you take off your clothes.' "
"He roughly stripped off my clothes, then dragged me into the bedroom, pressed me face down on the bed, spread my legs, and thrust his big cock into my vagina. Because there was no foreplay or caresses, and because I was terrified of him, my vagina was very dry. But I had no choice but to lie there and let him ravage me." "
He fucked me for several hours in a row, and my body began to get wet under his stimulation. I felt him thrusting deeper and deeper, his testicles slapping against my buttocks. I knew his big penis was completely inside me."
"After a while, I felt him ejaculate a large amount of semen into my vagina. After he finished, I knew what he wanted me to do. To avoid him hurting me, I had to suck his penis again to help him get hard again, and then he raped me again. This time he fucked me for about 10 minutes. After he ejaculated the third wave of semen into my vagina, I thought he could probably let me go, but he didn't seem to want to stop."
"His strong hands turned my body over, making me kneel on the bed. His big penis was pressed against my anus, and with a hard thrust, it went all the way into my rectum. Oh, it hurt so much! But after he thrust in and out of my anus for a few minutes, the pain gradually lessened, and I began to enjoy the painful yet stimulating feeling."
"I couldn't help but shout for him to fuck me harder... oh, I mean, for him to be gentler, because he had hurt me earlier. Later, he ejaculated the fourth wave of semen into my rectum. Then, he pushed me down on the bed, and when I came to my senses, he had already slipped away."
"Oh, so if you saw him again, would you still recognize him?"
"If I could see his thick, beautiful cock... I mean his disgusting, ugly penis, I would recognize him. He was wearing a mask and gloves, so I could only see his big cock. I can tell you it was a white cock, but that's all I can tell you." "
Mrs. Jones, from your account, it seems that you willingly and actively participated in the sexual activity between you later in the course of the rape, is that right?"
Mavis started to cry, and I quickly went over to comfort her.
"Alright, alright, quiet down, Mrs. Jones. I didn't mean to hurt you, but you have to be careful what you say when you testify in court, so as not to give that scumbag who raped you any opportunity. I know, and you know, that you actually enjoyed most of the rape, but you were still forced, you were still raped—rape is defined as coercing a woman into sexual intercourse with violence."
After I finished speaking, Mavis burst into tears. I hugged her and comforted her. Suddenly, I felt her hand grasp my penis. She looked up at me and stopped crying.
"Hey, Officer Bill, did my description of this rape case excite you? What should I do? I can't let you go back to the police station like this. It makes you look so unprofessional."
As she spoke, she took my penis into her mouth and started sucking on it.
This role-playing game excited both of us. I couldn't hold back any longer, pushed Mavis down on the bed, and started thrusting hard. Soon, I ejaculated inside her incredibly wet vagina. After ejaculating, I still didn't want to pull out of her body. I remained inside her until my penis was completely soft.
Mavis looked into my eyes and said, "Does this excite you? Does imagining me being raped by another man feel particularly exciting?"
What could I say? Imagining Mavis being pinned down on the bed by a strange man, his large penis going in and out of her vagina, my limp penis immediately became hard again. Mavis was surprised to feel my penis swell and harden inside her vagina, watching with delight as I began to thrust again.
The next day, when I returned home from work in the afternoon, Mavis was waiting for me in the kitchen. She was sitting at the dining table, holding a glass of vodka martini. She stood up when she saw me come in, and I noticed she was only wearing high heels and stockings.
Mavis handed me her glass and said, "You'd better have a drink to calm your nerves, because what I'm about to tell you will shock you."
Seeing my puzzled expression, she continued, "I did something really bad. I didn't want to do it, but I had no other choice. The TV repairman just left our house; he came to fix our TV. When you left for work today, you didn't leave any cash or a checkbook, so we couldn't pay him. Then he said I cheated him and was going to call the police, saying I tricked him into coming to our house. I begged him not to call the police, and he said if I did something for him, he wouldn't call the police and wouldn't charge me for the service." "
Oh, what did he want you to do for him?"
"He wanted to see me naked, only wearing stockings and high heels, and he wanted me to give him oral sex."
"You did all that?"
"Jesus, do you think I did what I asked for? I didn't want him to call the police and get into trouble. While I was sucking his penis, his lust was further aroused, and he asked to rape me. I had no choice but to let him." "
But after he ejaculated inside me, he got hooked and asked to have sex with my anus. After he got what he wanted, he was very happy and even gave me a coupon, telling me to call the number on the coupon if I needed anything, and they would provide free services." After
hearing her story, I was incredibly excited. I pulled her up from the chair, carried her upstairs to the bedroom, and threw her onto the big bed.
"You slut! Don't try to fool me! I know there's over $200 in the piggy bank in the kitchen, isn't that enough to pay for his repairs? You let him fuck you because you're too slutty, you want to experience what it feels like to have a strange man's big cock inside your cunt, you want to experience what it feels like to have a strange man ejaculate inside your cunt. You're a fucking whore! Then let me treat you like a whore! Kneel down, you stinking bitch! I'm going to fuck your stinking asshole too!"
Of course, this was another role-playing game, and there was nothing to do with the TV repairman. But Mavis and I were both very excited, and she yelled for me to fuck her hard. Mavis had found the key to igniting our sex life, and she played this exciting game more and more frequently.
In the following weeks, every day when I came home from work, I would hear all sorts of stories: Mavis was constantly being sexually assaulted by deliverymen, newspaper deliverymen, cable repairmen, and all sorts of door-to-door service personnel she could think of.
The thought of her being raped by those strange men before I got home instantly turned me into a raging bull, making me want to carry her upstairs and rape her before even having dinner. This role-playing game was incredibly exciting for both of us; every time we went to bed, she was soaking wet, making me feel like she had just had sex with someone.
On Tuesday, I sat in my office, wondering who the male protagonist of today's role-playing game would be—the young man who mowed my lawn, or my neighbor next door? I was eager to know who my sexual fantasy would be today, because Mavis hadn't played role-playing games with me on Monday, and she had never missed two consecutive days since we started.
Sitting in my office, I became more and more excited, and finally, I couldn't wait until the end of the workday, so I drove home an hour earlier than usual. As my car approached my driveway, a truck with "Reed Electrical Repair" printed on it drove away from my house.
Walking inside, I saw Mavis drinking a martini in the kitchen. She saw me walk into the house, glanced at the wall clock, and said, "Why are you back early? Did you want to catch your slutty wife having sex with another man? Well, I regret to inform you that you're a few minutes late; he just left. Because you're such a penniless bastard, you can't afford to fix our appliances, so I had to have sex with that appliance repairman in exchange for him fixing our washing machine for free."
Like in our usual role-playing games, I was provoked by her words. I carried her upstairs to the bedroom, threw her on the bed, and roughly ripped off her clothes. Then I noticed her labia were swollen and red, as if she'd just been fucked. This suddenly reminded me of the truck I'd seen leaving at the door. Had my beautiful wife added some new elements to our role-playing game?
Then I saw the dildo and a small bottle of lubricant on the bedside table. She must have been so excited waiting for me to come home, imagining our role-playing game and masturbating with the dildo. Fuck! When I penetrated her, I felt how incredibly wet Mavis was; the lubricant in her vagina felt like semen. Thinking this, I thrust vigorously, quickly ejaculating inside her.
For the past three months, Mavis had told me at least four times a week that she had been raped by other men. Each time, it excited me immensely, and I would immediately take her to bed and have intense sex until I could no longer get an erection.
The stories Mavis told me were varied and numerous. For example, once her car tire blew out, and a man helped her change it and then raped her; another time, she went to a grocery store and asked a clerk to carry her items to her car, but she didn't have money for a tip, so she had to give the young man oral sex; yet another time, she was pulled over for speeding, and to avoid a ticket, she and the policeman had sex in the back seat of her car for an hour.
To me, who or why didn't it matter? What I wanted most was to imagine Mavis lying there with her legs wide open, being raped by strangers whose faces and names I didn't know.
On a languid April day, my body, like spring itself, was brimming with sexual desire. Looking out the office window at the vibrant spring scenery, I increasingly longed to go home and make love. I managed to hold out until 2 PM, but finally, I couldn't resist any longer, got up, and drove home.
A large truck was parked outside my front door, and two workers were unloading the living room furniture we had ordered yesterday. Because the truck was blocking the road to the front door, I had to temporarily park on the street not far from my house. Getting out of the truck and walking home, I couldn't help but laugh, because tonight I was going to hear another very exciting sex story, though I wondered if the protagonist would be one or two men.
In Mavis's previous stories, she had never had sex with two men at once, but tonight was a great opportunity for her to weave a thrilling tale of having sex with two strange men.
To avoid affecting Mavis's mood, I didn't go inside immediately, but waited until the two workers left my house and climbed onto the truck before quietly slipping inside and quickly disappearing into my study on the first floor.
After closing the study door, I turned on my computer to check my emails. Suddenly, I heard someone outside saying, "Hurry up, guys, this woman's incredibly slutty. She just let me fuck her at the dining table. If you want to enjoy her wet, horny cunt, hurry up. We need to get out of here before her husband gets home from work."
Hearing this, I suddenly realized that perhaps the stories Mavis had "made up" for me before were actually true, which was quite unexpected. However, instead of being angry about my wife's infidelity, I reacted the opposite way. My penis quickly became engorged and erect, standing like a flagpole in front of me. I really wanted to run to the kitchen immediately, pin Mavis down on the dining table where she had just been fucked by another man, and rape her wildly.
I quietly opened the study door and saw three men walking out of my front door and running behind the truck. I knew Mavis was still in the kitchen, so I ran upstairs and hid in the closet in the bedroom.
I hoped that if the workers wanted to have sex with Mavis, they would take her to the bedroom, because that was the only place I could hide and see them. Even if they didn't, I could still hear them from here.
Thankfully, they proceeded as I expected. Half an hour later, four people entered the bedroom: three movers and my wife, Mavis. As soon as they entered, the three men hurriedly took off their clothes, while Mavis went to the bedside table and retrieved the dildo and lubricant.
A man saw her and asked what she was doing with those things. Mavis replied, "These are for my husband. In case he comes back before I've had time to wash up, he'll think I'm so wet because I used those things to masturbate."
The man laughed and said, "I can't believe he's that stupid. Do you do this often?"
Mavis gave him an evil smile and said, "Of course I do, my little darling! You'd better bring your beautiful big cock to Mavis right now."
For the next two hours, I witnessed my wife Mavis having sex with the three furniture movers. She sucked their penises, letting them take turns enjoying her three holes, sometimes one at a time, sometimes two at a time, and sometimes all three men inserting their penises into her mouth, vagina, and anus.
Finally, after all three men had ejaculated in Mavis's mouth, vagina, and anus, Mavis told them she was almost home and to leave quickly. The men asked if they could have sex with Mavis again sometime, but she firmly refused. She said that although she really enjoyed having sex with them, they could only do it once.
"That's my principle," Mavis said, "I absolutely won't have contact with any man a second time. This reduces the risk of being caught by my husband. But who knows, maybe we'll buy furniture from you again in the future, and if you're lucky, you might even be able to deliver furniture to my house." Just as
Mavis
saw the workers to the door, the phone rang. She hurriedly said goodbye to them and rushed to answer the phone. "Hello, my lover... yeah, they just left... Of course, I slept with them, so I told you not to come over today... Yes, you know I love your black men's big dicks the most."
"My darling... Of course, of course I want it... No, no, I can't, my husband will be back soon, I have to go wash up... No, no, no, I absolutely can't sneak out to meet you tonight... Hey, I've told you before, I love your big dick to death, but I love my husband more... Don't bother me, darling, my husband will always come first... Yes, yes... No, he doesn't know the story I told him is true... No."
"No... What? Why would I do this... If I told him the truth, he wouldn't be so engrossed in my story, so captivated by it... He always thought we were just playing a role-playing game, so I don't want to disappoint him or hurt him... Okay! That's settled... If you change your mind, I'll stay home all day."
With that, she hung up.
Originally, I planned to wait in the closet until she went to shower, then sneak out, go downstairs, leave, and pretend I'd just gotten off work to listen to her "story" of having sex with another man. But the phone call made me change my mind. As soon as Mavis hung up, I stepped out of the closet and stood in front of her.
Mavis stared at me in astonishment as I emerged from the closet. I casually remarked, "Hearing you say you like big black cocks made me so jealous. Now, I want you to tell me everything truthfully, including the three men who just fucked you."
Mavis's expression relaxed immediately. She smiled and said, "What do you want to know? Didn't you see and hear everything?"
With that, she turned and knelt down, sticking out her bare ass, saying, "Come on, my dear husband, there's no need to be so gentle with me. Fuck me like you're fucking a slut!"
Without another word, I began frantically fucking her anus!

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