The uncontrollable desires of mature women

A mature woman's uncontrollable desire.
I suddenly felt a desire, an uncontrollable desire.

I picked up the computer from the small work desk, unplugged it, and secretly took out the webcam and microphone from the drawer. I left the master bedroom alone and went to the adjacent work room. Inside were my data and all my work reports. That was my workplace.

I set up the computer, went online, and sure enough, the '18cm' account was glowing, seemingly waiting for me.

"Sis~ I've been waiting for you for a long time." The boy typed this line.

"Waiting for me?" "

Yeah, I want to fuck you!" The boy's words suddenly made me feel unusually excited.

"My husband is home and sleeping."

"Oh? I'm so jealous! You two must have just made love?" the boy asked.

"Yeah."

"Then why don't you go sleep with him? Can't sleep?"

"Yeah."

"I know!" the boy said, "Your husband must not be able to satisfy you, so you have to come to me!"

This kid is so clever! He hit the nail on the head.

"Is it because your husband is too small that he can't satisfy you?"

"No," I replied, indirectly agreeing with him.

"How many minutes did it take?" he asked.

"Less than five minutes," I typed. "It's always like this." "

Really? That's lame?" the boy said. "Sis! Turn on the video so I can see if your genitals are still wet."

I turned on the video, and my image appeared on the screen, of course, only my lower body in my underwear.

The boy invited me to watch his video, and he appeared on the screen, grinning.

"Sis's breasts are so beautiful! Seeing them makes me want you." The boy typed. "Move the video down a bit, I want to see your genitals."

I hesitated for a moment, but then I thought that since he couldn't see my face, it wouldn't matter. So I adjusted the camera down, slowly adjusting it to where my thighs were crossed.

"The light is too dark, I can't see," the boy said. "Can you adjust it?"

I put the lamp on the small wooden table next to me, and the camera dimmed, revealing my purple underwear.

"So beautiful! So sexy," the boy said. "I really want to fuck you properly."

My ears burned, and I felt a faint sensation in my chest. I knew it was unfulfilled desire. And I needed to satisfy that desire.

"Is your clitoris sensitive, sis?"

"Yes," I answered truthfully.

"Touch your clitoris and look at me," the boy said.

I looked at him, my right hand reaching down to my genitals, stroking my clitoris.

The boy took off all his clothes in front of me, revealing the male body that had once stirred my heart and body. Suddenly, my clitoris felt this stirring, and the stimulation doubled. This physical stimulation made me involuntarily let out a soft "hmm."

The boy, his penis erect, faced me and typed:
"Sis~ Let me fuck your hole, okay?"

My hand reluctantly left my body, and I typed "Okay" on the keyboard.

The boy seemed very excited, and then began to rub his penis, while I, in front of the computer, caressed my breasts and genitals.

At this moment, I was disheveled. Although I was only wearing underwear and a short-sleeved nightgown, I hadn't buttoned it up, leaving the thin, delicate neckline diagonally across my chest, exposing my right breast. My whole body felt like it was on fire, and desire urged my every move. I could feel an intense lust surging and expanding in my chest, my heart racing, and my face burning.

The caresses that had initially been outside my underwear slowly slipped inside as my passion intensified. I began to fantasize about the boy's gentle hands entering my underwear and touching my most private parts. This thought drove me even crazier!

I dared not make a sound, even though I desperately wanted to. My husband next door was already asleep, and I was secretly in my room with a laptop, masturbating with a boy I'd never met before, even reaching orgasm. To me, this was both ridiculous and incredibly exciting. I looked at the boy's body, his strong physique, and that erect penis, and I melted completely!

My clitoris began to secrete fluid, wetting my hands—the wellspring of a woman's desire. With each increase in fluid, my desire grew stronger, my body grew hotter, and my throat felt dry.

Now, how I longed to truly make love to a man like that! To let him enter me, to let his wild, thrashing body drive away that emptiness and need!

Suddenly, as I was lost in my fantasy, there was a knock at the door.

"Wife? Still busy?" It was my husband.

"Yes, I still have a little to do," I quickly straightened my clothes, turned off the video call, and opened my files.

My husband opened the door and came in. I turned to look at him.

"So busy?"

"Yeah," I almost stopped breathing, replying in a very calm tone, "I have a research report to finish. You go to sleep first!"

"Sigh, so busy. I forgot to tell you, I'm switching flights with Lao Chen tomorrow, flying to Japan. It's very close, I'll be back in Taiwan by midnight."

"Huh?" I asked, "Aren't you going to sleep?"

"It's okay, I still have time to sleep. You go ahead and do your work! I won't bother you." My husband smiled, "I'm going to sleep first."

"Okay." I said, "Goodnight."

After my husband left, I breathed a sigh of relief. My mind was blank.

I had never noticed that the man I married was already a middle-aged man with gray hair. And he seemed to look even older at night.

Suddenly, a young male figure entered my mind.

I turned on my computer and turned on video chat. I also turned on his.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing, I just disconnected."

"Could it be that my husband is checking up on me? Hehe."

This young man's guess is amazing!

"What?"

"Wow, this is so exciting! Sis, what if your husband finds out you're having sex online with me?"

"Nothing will happen." I replied irritably, "What could happen?"

"Hey~ Sis, you really act like a woman having an affair, even your breath is different from the past few days, hehe, great!"

"Really?" I asked doubtfully.

"Yeah. Let's not waste time, let's continue making love!"

The boy started fiddling with his body again, his erect penis, almost at an 80-degree angle, was clearly visible in the video frame.

This aroused my desire again, and I put my hand back where it was. I started stimulating my own body.

Slowly, the feeling rekindled, burning in my heart and body. I enjoyed the pleasure of masturbation, really! Just like that, I quickly reached orgasm again. I never thought I was such a lewd woman.

We didn't stop fantasizing about having sex. The boy trembled, seemingly trying to calm me down. I laughed when I saw him swaying his hips!

Suddenly, I realized that my long-dormant desires had been ignited by a teenage boy.

"I'm dying of laughter," I typed, "your position."

"How is it? I'm so cute, right?"

"Yeah," I typed while smiling, even I could feel the sensuality of that knowing smile. I loved this feeling.

"Sis! Did you climax?"

"Yeah."

"But, not yet."

"But, I'm tired." I typed.

"Please, can I see your face?"

I hesitated.

He had already seen my body completely, and now I wanted him to see my face too?

"Please, just for a moment," the boy pleaded, "Just for a moment."

I didn't completely refuse his request, perhaps because the tension and panic inside had been purified by the recent climax?

I slowly brought the video feed to the computer screen. My hair appeared on the screen—slightly long, straight hair—then down to my face, and soon I saw my own face on the computer. Those bright, clear eyes were my proudest feature, inherited from my mother. I know I wasn't born a beauty, nor was I naturally stunning; I was just refined and pretty, even a bit popular with men. Since middle school, I've had no shortage of suitors, but because of my impoverished background, I always buried myself in my studies and never took love seriously.

"Ah! Sis, you're so beautiful~" the boy said.

I immediately pulled the video feed down. How ridiculous! I actually revealed my appearance? Was I just bewitched by this boy?

"I never thought there would be a beauty like you online, it really breaks traditional notions," the boy said. "The internet isn't the Jurassic Kingdom anymore, hehe, it's really worth showing you. Let me see again."

"No," I retorted, "I'm not showing you anymore."

"Please, sis, beautiful and sexy sis, seeing you makes me want to masturbate again," the boy said.

In the past, hearing such direct language from men would have been utterly uninteresting.

However, somehow, the language of the virtual world didn't feel threatening to me.

Youth is a resource I feel I'm gradually losing, especially since my relationship with that boy began.

Every time I think about the age gap between us, more than ten years, and the things we do that I wouldn't even dare to imagine during the day, I feel a little strange.

This virtual, emotional affair always hits a bottleneck.

Our online lovemaking always brings me to orgasms even more intensely than with my husband.

My physical needs also grow with the frequency of these orgasms, and I feel increasingly unable to satisfy my deeper carnal desires through video and audio.

Unconsciously, I forgot about my research; the boy's strong, young male physique became increasingly sexually attractive to me, and the deeper our familiarity deepened, the more it awakened a dormant part of me.

I know I can no longer control my body; the sense of chastity I hold as a married woman has reached a breaking point.

Undoubtedly, in this situation, the boy and I would eventually meet, seeking the desire and pleasure that real flesh could bring me.

I looked forward to it, to the day my defenses crumbled.

"Sis, meet me?" After the climax of our online sex, he made this request again: "Let's make love for real. How about it?"

I hesitated, the lingering excitement after the climax making me want to agree.

I pondered, Thursday was the best time. I had no classes that afternoon, and my husband was scheduled to fly to Europe. Could this be a real opportunity for an affair?

Suddenly, a physical desire resurfaced within me, a desire that hadn't been satisfied—or rather—had never been satisfied at all.

"Hmm," I typed as if committing a crime: "Thursday." Three more days.

"Really? You want to meet me?"

"Yes."

"That's great. You'll love me to death. Hehe." The boy typed.

"Really?" I agreed in my heart, but didn't show it.

And so, we arranged a meeting place, and I was about to begin my "forbidden date," an affair.

From that night on, I began to meticulously care for my entire body, hoping not to show any signs of aging in front of him.

I've forgotten any of the small talk we exchanged when we first met; I only remember that passionate afternoon that I'll never forget.

The boy was a full twenty centimeters taller than me, incredibly tall. And I was already petite; this height difference made me even more excited and helped me break free from societal norms: "I'm here for an affair."

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