After the divorce, my wife became a mature slut.

In my opinion, my marriage was destined to end in divorce sooner or later, but I don't care anymore. I've done so many things to betray my husband, and I still don't want to change. Actually, most of my shameful acts were done right under my husband's nose, yet he never suspected me, and even unintentionally helped me find lovers.
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*** My passion for infidelity began 20 years ago during our honeymoon; at least the seeds of lust were sown then. When I lay in bed with my husband, my 21-year-old body was still pure and my hymen was perfectly intact. I had promised my mother that I would remain a virgin when I walked down the aisle on my wedding day, and I'm proud to have done so.
However, while I maintained my virginity, it didn't mean I was ignorant about sex. I had heard countless times from my open-minded girlfriends about how wonderful sex was, and before my marriage, I had already watched at least 20 pornographic films. So, although I was a virgin, I wasn't completely ignorant about men's penises.
During my teenage years, I dated boys, but I never let a man's penis enter any of my three orifices. However, I wasn't an unromantic woman either. If I met a boy I particularly liked, I would masturbate him during our dates and let him fondle and play with my breasts.
I kept a diary. About a year after marrying Ben, I accidentally found my old diary and discovered that during my teenage years, I had dated 37 boys and played with each of their penises, masturbating them and watching them ejaculate. Among these boys were white, black, Latino, and even a few Asians.
Later, I met Ben, and we fell in love. He proposed, and I said yes. On our wedding night, I eagerly anticipated experiencing complete and ecstatic sex. I wanted to suck Ben's penis and have him lick my vulva. I looked forward to completely offering him both of my body's orifices—my anus and vagina. I had hoped my honeymoon would be a sexual paradise filled with wild sex and countless orgasms.
Unfortunately, these beautiful expectations and hopes were completely shattered five minutes after we first lay naked in bed. On our wedding night, as we lay naked together, I excitedly lowered my head and took Ben's penis into my mouth, only to be immediately stopped by him.
"Don't do that, Cora, only prostitutes and those slutty women do that,"
I tried to persuade him to allow me to do it at least once, to let me experience what it's like to give a man oral sex, but he sternly refused. Seeing his rigid, serious expression, I never dared to think of letting him lick my vulva again.
In fact, from a normal sexual point of view, Ben is a very good man; his sexual ability and libido are extremely strong. During our honeymoon, he would have sex with me three or four times a day, often regardless of time or place, wanting to do it as soon as he felt like it. After the honeymoon, he remained sexually aroused, craving me for sex every day with his hard penis. Even after we'd been married for seven or eight years, it wasn't uncommon for us to have sex five or six times a week.
Once, after attending a friend's party, we both had some drinks and were quite aroused. I took the opportunity to ask Ben to do anal sex, but he firmly refused, just like he had refused when I asked for oral sex on our wedding night. It seemed impossible for me to experience such stimulating sex in my life.
Later, with the birth of our child and increased life pressures, our sex life gradually decreased. Also, Ben was promoted to manager at his company, spending more and more time at work.
However, Ben still maintained strong sexual ability; whenever we had sex, he always gave me a very pleasurable experience.
But I never gave up my desire for oral and anal sex; I just turned my desire into sexual fantasies. Sometimes, on nights when I had put the children to sleep and Ben was still busy at work, I would browse pornographic websites, watching images and reading texts about oral and anal sex that I couldn't have.
*** *** ***
*** Time flies, and the children grew up quickly. The eldest, Debbie, joined the army, and the second, Timmy, went to university. Because Timmy wanted to experience campus life away from his parents, he moved into the university dormitory, leaving only Ben and me at home.
Without the children's interference, our sex life returned to a frequency of 5 to 6 times a week. During this time, Ben got a better job opportunity, but it required frequent business trips. After some consideration, Ben accepted the job, meaning he had to be away from home for at least a week each month. As his work progressed, his business trips became more and more frequent, often leaving on Monday morning and not returning until Friday night, almost every week.
I had become accustomed to that frequent frequency of sex, and Ben's frequent business trips left me sexually frustrated almost every day, while he struggled to satisfy me when he returned. Frankly speaking, he couldn't satisfy me at all. He tried, but he was only home for two days. How could he possibly extinguish the fire of my week-long sexual desire?
My libido had been chronically unsatisfied, and I was terrified that one day I wouldn't be able to resist and would drag the mailman into the house for a wild goosebumps.
After nine months of busy work and frequent business trips, Ben finally thought of helping me with some problems. However, what he wanted to help me with wasn't the problems I needed to solve; he just wanted someone to help me with housework and take care of me. But perhaps he didn't realize, and of course, I didn't realize then (and he still hasn't realized—haha, haha), that his help was a complete accident.
Ben hired the son of one of his colleagues to help with housework, such as mowing the lawn, cleaning the pool, planting flowers and grass, and other chores, so that when he came home this weekend, he wouldn't waste time on these trivial matters. On Monday morning, he told me about this while packing for his business trip.
"I hired Jack's son, Dave, to help you with some chores. He'll come mow the lawn on Tuesdays. If you need anything done, just ask him. Don't say, 'Honey, you do it,' and leave everything for me to do on the weekend. Now that I've hired Dave, I don't want to waste my weekends on these chores."
"What time can he come to work?"
"Monday to Friday, until he starts school."
After Ben left, I didn't think much of it. On Thursday, the doorbell suddenly rang. I opened the door and saw a tall, handsome young man standing outside, smiling at me, as if he was pleasantly surprised to see me.
"Are you Mrs. Rush? I'm Dave Blanchard, here to mow your lawn. Your husband also said you might have other things for me to do."
It's incredibly embarrassing to admit, but I have to say, when this young man said my husband said I had other things for him to do, my first thought was: "Fuck! Of course I have other things for you to do! Get me on the floor and fuck me to death!"
If I had to make an excuse, I could say that the weekend hadn't extinguished my lust; I still had a very strong unfulfilled sexual desire. In fact, when the doorbell rang, I was on my way to the bedroom to find my vibrator to masturbate. When I saw Dave, I immediately thought he was the perfect substitute for that lifeless, battery-powered plastic contraption.
Although my vagina started to tremble and become wet, I was still able to control my words and actions.
I let him into the house and led him to the storage room, where Ben had stored the gardening tools and lawnmower.
For the rest of the day, I watched Dave working on the lawn while fantasizing about making love to him. For the next two weeks, I was almost constantly immersed in sexual fantasies about making love to Dave—something I had never done before.
That day, it was incredibly hot, almost the hottest day in recent years. Dave was trimming the flowerbeds in the sun, sweat pouring down his bare chest, soaking his denim shorts and the ground beneath his feet.
I was lying in the shade by the pool in my bikini, busy with some chores. After he finished, I told him to soak in the pool to cool off. But he said he hadn't brought his swimming trunks, so I told him to wait while I went to get Ben's.
As I walked towards the house, I saw in the reflection of the glass door that Dave was staring at my bikini-clad backside. I saw him looking at me while rubbing his penis through his underwear, which immediately made me wet. I thought to myself, how could my 42-year-old body get an erection from a 20-year-old!
Although inviting Dave to bathe and cool off in the pool was polite, it was definitely not wise, because I noticed that he was soaking wet when he climbed out of the pool, his wet swim trunks clinging to his body, fully exposing the shape and size of his penis. This inevitably made my mind wander, and my already aroused body became even more frenzied.
I lay on the lounge chair by the pool with my eyes closed, imagining Dave pressing down on my back, making me kneel and bend over, and him vigorously fucking me from behind. Suddenly, the sound of footsteps beside me pulled me back from my lewd fantasies. I opened my eyes and saw Dave standing in front of me. His swim trunks were gone, and he was less than a foot away from me, vigorously stroking his hard penis.
I was somewhat surprised and tried to stand up from the recliner, but Dave held me back, saying, "You don't have to touch it if you don't want to, but you've been secretly examining it for hours, and I think you deserve a chance to see what it really looks like. I'm sitting right next to you now, soaking up the sun, you can look at whatever you want, however you want."
I was utterly stunned by his words, not because I saw his penis (it was indeed a very strong and beautiful penis), but because such a young boy was behaving with such maturity and confidence in front of a mature woman like me, as if everything was under his control. I decided not to let him see my flustered state, so I lay back down on the recliner, closing my eyes and no longer looking at him.
Actually, I had been squinting, peeking at him through the gaps in my eyelids, looking at his beautiful, thick penis erect on his lower abdomen, and in my mind, all I could think about was that big penis entering my body from behind. I imagined myself kneeling on the recliner, him feeding his big cock into my mouth. The word "hey" was the word I used specifically to describe oral sex when I imagined sucking Dave's penis. I could even imagine us in a 69 position, sucking each other's genitals, finally letting me experience what it felt like to have my vulva licked.
I was tormented by an intensely craving for sex. Ben hadn't fully satisfied my sexual needs over the weekend, and he wouldn't be back for another three days. During those three days, I could only fill my emptiness with a dildo.
But now, Dave's beautiful, thick penis was right in front of me, and I really wanted to immediately insert it into my wet, hot, itchy vagina.
"Anyway, no one else will know except the two of us,"
I thought to myself. I wondered if Dave would lick my vulva; I should try it. But, would I dare to do that? No, damn it, I couldn't seduce him. I told myself, "You've been a faithful wife for 21 years. You're a loyal wife. Quickly throw these lewd thoughts to Java."
With that thought, I got up and went back into the house, preparing to put on some more clothes. As I walked towards the house, I saw Dave's erect penis again through the glass door, and I saw him staring intently at my body. His penis was indeed beautiful; although it didn't look as hard as a dildo, its elastic firmness was even more alluring. That beautiful, hard penis must really need me.
My knees went weak, and I quickly grabbed the doorknob to steady myself. I could no longer control my emotions and turned around, saying, "You damn thing, come inside with me."
This poor boy had probably never had such an opportunity before; he quickly ran over, and as soon as he entered, I knelt down in front of him and reached out to grasp that beautiful penis. I examined it closely; it wasn't much bigger than Ben's, and the glans was slightly curved to the left, while Ben's penis was straight.
A drop of liquid was dripping from his urethral opening, and I licked the cute little droplet into my mouth, carefully savoring its taste. It didn't taste as good as Ben's semen, but maybe I shouldn't compare them, because I've never actually tasted Ben's semen directly. I'd only tasted it with my fingers after he ejaculated and it flowed out of my vagina. Since I couldn't let Ben know I did that, what I tasted was a mixture of my bodily fluids, not pure semen.
I took Dave's penis into my mouth and sucked hard. I'd never sucked a man's penis before, but I'd seen it countless times in porn, so to do my best, I tried to recall the actions of the women in those movies, carefully sucking the penis in my mouth.
"Tell me before you ejaculate, don't scare me,"
I said between breaths. Then, I sucked it like I was licking an ice cream cone. My tongue traveled down his penis, from the glans all the way to his testicles, then I sucked them into my mouth, rubbing and squeezing them with my teeth and tongue. Next, I moved my tongue down to his anus, circling it a few times before trying to pry open his sphincter with the tip.
Turning back, my tongue returned to his penis, licking upwards, then took the glans into my mouth, teasing the urethral opening with the tip, tasting some very stimulating fluid. I wondered what it would taste like if this fluid mixed with my own bodily fluids. My
tongue roamed over that large, hard penis, my head bobbing back and forth. After a few minutes, Dave reached up and pressed the back of my head, thrusting his body back and forth, forcefully fucking my mouth.
Suddenly, Dave's body tensed; he told me he was about to ejaculate. I quickly pursed my lips, sucking on his glans, because I didn't want a single drop of semen to spill from my mouth. For the past 21 years, I've been longing for this moment, hoping a man would ejaculate directly into my mouth, letting me savor the taste of a man.
I held his penis in my mouth, unwilling to let go, even after it had completely softened, I still couldn't bear to let it leave. Finally, it happened, and I felt both frustrated and overjoyed. I knew I might never have this opportunity again, so I was especially reluctant to let it end like this.
I kept thinking about it, refusing to release his now-soft penis from my mouth. Dave, having no other choice, reached out and pulled me up from my knees, saying, "Now it's my turn."
He pulled the thin strap of my bikini to the side and laid me down on the table. Before I could even figure out what he was doing, he had my buttocks on the edge of the table, forcefully spreading my legs.
"I bet it tastes as good as it looks!"
he said, looking at my vulva with admiration and greed, then he leaned over and began licking it.
I didn't know if his licking was good or bad, because I had never had such an experience before.
But his licking and sucking movements were very skillful; he quickly found my clitoris and began to focus his attention on attacking my most sensitive little spot. Just three minutes later, I couldn't help but scream, trembling all over as I reached orgasm.
After I finally managed to control my excitement, Dave chuckled and said, "Looks like you really enjoy being licked by a man."
I sat on the edge of the table with my legs wide open, feeling the pleasure and happiness of being licked. I couldn't help but resent my husband for refusing to give me this pleasure, and I also began to feel grateful to Dave for finally letting me taste this special joy.
"Yes, my love, I really enjoy this feeling. Thank God, I love it so much."
I jumped off the table and knelt before Dave again to give him oral sex. I knew very well that after Dave brought me to orgasm with his lips and tongue, I should end this game. Although I knew I had gone too far, I was still convincing myself that since I had already made a mistake, I wouldn't do it again, so let me enjoy this one and only extramarital experience one last time.
I sucked and licked Dave's penis until it was fully erect. Then I grasped the thick shaft and pulled Dave toward my bedroom. To my surprise, he refused.
"No, you can't do this, Mrs. Rush." "
Why not, Dave?"
"I didn't come prepared. I didn't use any protection."
"You're so sweet, my Dave, you know to protect my body. But don't worry, I won't get pregnant."
Even after making him understand that I couldn't be pregnant, I still had to drag him to bed.
But once on the bed, he immediately gave up all resistance, actively lifting my legs onto his shoulders and pressing his thick, hard penis against my vaginal opening.
"Harder, deeper, dear Dave..."
I groaned, "That's what I need right now, thrust hard, the deeper the better."
I thought, since I had already broken my vow of fidelity at our wedding ceremony, I might as well go on. Now I was a slut that Dave could play with at will. I clung to his body, my nails digging into the flesh of his back and buttocks. I screamed, begging him to fuck me harder and make me climax quickly.
Dave gave me two orgasms before he ejaculated. Before he could pull his penis out of me, I struggled to turn over beneath him and try to take his penis with my mouth. He pushed against me, eventually getting us into a 69 position, licking each other's genitals. Soon
, Dave got hard again, and I climbed on top of him, pressing my vulva against his face, letting him lick our combined fluids from my vagina. Then, I moved down, aligning my vulva with his erect penis, and sat down hard.
At that moment, I didn't think about my husband Ben, my children, or whether my actions were appropriate. All I could think about was the unprecedented pleasure I felt, and how to prolong it.
Later, when Dave ejaculated into my vagina for the third time in less than an hour (counting from the first time he ejaculated into my mouth), I felt a little disappointed because I had hoped he could continue all day. I felt this was my only chance to indulge myself, so I didn't want it to end so soon; I wanted to prolong this, and only, act of adultery as much as possible. Dave had already ejaculated three times, but I remembered that at his age, his record was four times in one night.
I wanted to do it with Dave again, I wanted to do it with him a dozen more times, I even wanted to do it with him dozens of times. I wanted to lick Dave's penis dozens more times, and I wanted him to keep licking my vulva until his jaw was too sore to lift.
I held his penis again, teasing it with all my might. This time, it took me much longer to get him back to his erection; after my persistent licking of his penis, testicles, and anus, his penis finally stood up again. I had already licked his penis, and I had enjoyed him giving me oral sex; in this last time of making love, I wanted to experience something I had never experienced before.
"This time, I want you to fuck my anus, Dave. Can you do that for me? I've never been anally penetrated before, and I want to experience it. Please, Dave."
Dave was experienced. He first inserted his thumb and forefinger into my anus and gently widened it. After my sphincter muscles relaxed slightly, he placed the head of his penis against the anal opening and then slowly and firmly pushed it in. Oh, it hurt, it hurt a little, but the pain wasn't more unbearable than when Ben deflowered me. I bit my lip, enduring the pain gradually turning into a stimulating sensation. With Dave's thrusting in and out of my anus, I joyfully enjoyed the pleasure of my anus being explored by a man.
Before long, I realized that what I used to think was a big deal after being rejected by Ben wasn't so bad after all. Now I had it so easily. Just three minutes later, I started moaning and arched my back to receive Dave's penis. Five minutes later, Dave ejaculated inside my anus, and during this time, I had already had two orgasms. In the throes of climax, I grew increasingly resentful of Ben. Why had he refused to give me this pleasure?
Afterwards, we fell asleep quickly. If the phone hadn't rung, we probably would have slept until the next morning. It was Ben calling, wanting to check if I was home in the middle of the night. Just as Ben asked how my day had gone, Dave moved behind me and inserted his penis into my vagina again.
Normally, while on the phone with my husband, I should have struggled to escape Dave's advances, but I didn't. Instead, I raised one leg, making it easier for him to thrust inside me. His stimulation almost made me scream, just as Ben asked Dave on the phone if he had come to work that day.
"Yes, he came today."
"Did he work hard?"
"Of course, darling. He worked so hard today, really hard, he was sweating buckets."
"Good, baby, I'm hanging up now, I'll call you again tomorrow. I love you, goodbye."
"I love you too, darling, goodbye."
After hanging up, I immediately shouted, "Fuck me, my love, fuck me hard, oh my God, fuck me, fuck me hard."
After experiencing many orgasms, I thought there wouldn't be any more, but when Dave ejaculated into my rectum, the overwhelming orgasm surprised me greatly. At that moment, I was so excited that I even foolishly thought about getting pregnant with Dave's child immediately.
I knew my most indulgent day was about to end, and I wanted to do it with Dave one more time, so I immediately took his penis, which he had just pulled out of my anus, into my mouth and sucked hard, hoping he would get hard quickly and fuck me again. However, this last time it took me a long time to get him hard, and it took him a long time to ejaculate.
Afterwards, we were both exhausted and fell asleep in each other's arms.
*** *** ***
*** I hadn't planned on letting Dave stay overnight, but when I woke up in the morning, I found myself entangled with him. Since he was lying there naked, it wouldn't hurt to do it again, right? I knelt between Dave's legs, took his penis in my mouth, and quickly made him hard. I got up, grasped his erect penis, straddled him, aimed the glans at my vaginal opening, and slowly sat down.
I moved against Dave with my eyes closed, completely lost in the abyss of lust. After a few minutes, Dave finally woken up. He pulled me into his arms, then rolled over and pinned me beneath him, thrusting into me hard. I moaned loudly, begging him to go harder, and soon we both came.
Watching him pull out of me, the only thought that popped into my head was: again, again. As I thought this, I got up and took his penis into my mouth again. He pushed me around, turning my body into a 69 position, and then, like a hungry beggar, he licked my vulva, which was filled with his semen. After he got hard, we did it twice more. This time we were both exhausted, collapsing on the bed, panting heavily.
After resting for a while, I asked him, "Won't it be uncomfortable for you to lick my vulva, which is full of semen?"
"No, your vulva smells so good. I even want to lick your vulva right after you and your husband finished."
"You really will lick it?"
"Of course."
A thought suddenly popped into my head, making me shudder. I couldn't let Ben lick my vulva after Dave and I had sex, so couldn't Dave lick my vulva after Ben and I had sex? Unfortunately, I probably wouldn't have the chance to do such a thing. I got up, kissed Dave's penis, and then got out of bed to get dressed.
I saw Dave to the door, kissed him goodbye, and thanked him for the happy time he had given me.
"You're absolutely a superman, Mrs. Rush. Next time I come, I think I'll have to bring an assistant."
I gave him a bitter smile and said, "There won't be a next time, Dave. I was very, very happy this time, and I'm glad about everything we did together, but it was wrong after all. I really love my husband, so we can't make that mistake again."
Dave looked at me dejectedly after hearing my words, said helplessly that he understood, and left sullenly.
*** *** ***
*** When I came home Friday night, I was very nervous. Because he knows me so well, he could notice my unusual behavior with just a glance. I felt that the only thing I could do was spend the weekend with him and make love to him desperately, which would both dispel any suspicions he might have and ease my anxiety. If I kept him busy over the weekend, he wouldn't have time to notice my unusual mood.
On Monday morning, Ben was in a good mood when he left home; I think he must have been relieved that he could finally avoid me. As he kissed me goodbye, he didn't forget to remind me, "Make sure Dave cleans the pool this week, okay?"
I'd almost forgotten all the things Dave and I had done together, but his mention of "Dave" and "pool" together brought back all those memories. Monday and Tuesday were filled with recollections of every moment with Dave that day, but I decided I would never let it happen again. On Wednesday, when Dave arrived, I told him what I needed him to do and then went back to my room to do my own things.
It was incredibly hot, and Dave was working hard in just shorts. Several times I couldn't resist running to the window to watch him work, then forcing myself back to my chores. My mind kept replaying the incredibly pleasurable feeling of Dave inside me, the intense orgasms he gave me when he penetrated my anus, and the intense stimulation as his limp penis gradually hardened in my mouth. By four o'clock in the afternoon, my vagina was full of vaginal fluid. I hoped the batteries in the dildo inserted in my vagina would last until tomorrow, so I would have time to go to the store to buy new batteries.
At 4:30, Dave knocked on the door and told me that he had finished all the work. "Everything Mr. Rush asked me to do is done, Mrs. Rush. Is there anything else you need?"
Dave said, standing in the doorway.
I stood there staring at him, my lower lip trembling as I moaned, "Oh, my God."
I grabbed the waistband of his shorts and pulled him into the house, and we started having sex right there on the floor by the door.
Later, we made love on the bed in the bedroom, on the dining table in the kitchen, and on the lounge chair by the pool in the backyard, and he ejaculated in my mouth, vagina, and anus.
Just as I was kneeling on the bed like a dog, my head buried in a large pillow, letting Dave fuck my anus hard from behind, Ben called again.
"Did Dave clean the pool as I asked?"
Ben asked on the phone.
"Yes, honey, he did everything you asked him to do, and then I got him to do some other things for me."
"Great, just make the most of him, whatever you feel comfortable with. I pay him to help you with things."
"He did a great job, honey."
"Okay, goodbye then, I have to go. I'll call you again tomorrow, I love you, goodbye."
"I love you too, Ben, goodnight."
Hanging up, I yelled at Dave, "Fuck me hard, Dave, harder. My husband told me to make good use of you. Fuck me hard, fuck me hard."
*** *** ***
*** The above happened six months ago. Now Dave rarely comes on Wednesdays because he never leaves my house. Monday morning, Ben had just left home when Dave arrived and woke me up with his big cock. Then, from Monday to Friday, he stayed at my house every day, fucking me day and night until Ben came home on Friday night.
After the holidays ended and school started, Dave managed to transfer to a university near my house. He went to school during the day and came to my house to fuck me at night.
With this passionate and energetic young man, I experienced an unprecedented and extremely exciting sex life, including a lot of oral and anal sex. In addition, I also played a very special game with this boy with a wicked mind, which was to let him lick Ben's semen from my vagina.
Every Monday morning, Dave would always come to my house immediately after Ben left home, because he knew that I would have sex with him again before Ben left on Monday morning, so that he would miss me throughout the week's journey. Our affection gave Dave an opportunity to finally fulfill what he had once told me, and lick my vagina, which was full of Ben's semen, after I had just had sex with my husband.
I don't know if it's because Dave's oral sex skills are exceptional (because I've only ever been licked by him, so I haven't compared it to others) or if I just find his licking too lewd and stimulating, but anyway, my orgasms always come incredibly intensely during these times.
Another special game Dave and I play is that whenever Ben calls me, he thrusts in and out of my vagina or anus, making me try to stay on the phone with him until he ejaculates.
I still maintain a harmonious sex life with my husband, and I hope he never finds out about my infidelity, because I truly love him very much. Even so, I still find it difficult to choose between Ben and Dave, and I can only pray that my lewd life will never be discovered.

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