A Shanghai woman's confession

I am a 29-year-old married woman. I work very little, and my husband
is 52 years old. I am his second wife. My husband loves me very much, and because of the age difference, he sometimes
acts more like a father to me. He has a son, and we treat each other with respect. He
calls it makes me feel younger. He lives with his divorced mother, and I have
a fairly good relationship with her. So, I'm usually home alone.

Besides working two days a week, I spend most of my time with the TV and computer. My friends
say I have a father complex, which is why I married an old guy, but I don't care. Maybe they're right. I
had two relationships before marriage, but neither worked out. I didn't like men my own age, thinking they weren't mature enough.

I feel good being able to act like a child in front of my husband. I like that feeling.

But he is getting old, and practical problems have arisen. We don't have much harmony in our sex life.
When it's just the two of us at home, he insists I don't wear underwear, only a very short nightgown. While watching TV, he'll
put his hand under my skirt. When I'm in the mood for sex, he often finishes very quickly. I
understand him; after all, he's older. He doesn't give me as many orgasms as I do myself. But I still love him,
because sex is just a part of life. I stumbled upon this website, and I wanted to get my story out
.

There's something I can't reveal publicly.
Something that completely changed my view of "older men." I work near the old airport road in Beijing. In
the summer, the old airport road is beautiful; the trees and blooming flowers often make me linger. I like
to stop and watch the elderly people playing chess and cards, and many people leading children and dogs to play. The atmosphere is peaceful
and full of life. One day, I was sitting on the grass, engrossed in my magazine, when I suddenly looked up and noticed a
man sitting opposite me, leaning against a small bush. I ignored him, but after a while, my intuition
told me something was wrong. I glanced at him furtively and saw his eyes were fixed on my skirt. Realizing what was happening,
I quickly adjusted my skirt, but it was too short that day. I had to step aside to hide.

Some time passed, and he still hadn't left. The thought that my underwear had been exposed to another
man filled me with a slight excitement. I looked at him closely; he was clean-cut, with graying hair,
and didn't seem like a bad person. Then I noticed him looking at me, his eyes filled with a probing gaze. Embarrassed, I
was about to get up and leave when he stood up and walked towards me. My heart started pounding. It was evening, and
there was no one else around. He said to me, "Can I sit with you for a while?" I said, "Well… okay… sure."

He started chatting with me, telling me everything. I developed a liking for him, especially when he admitted to peeking at
me earlier, saying he'd never seen such beautiful legs and feet, and asked if I minded. Of course, I said no. But for some reason, my
heart felt that nervous feeling I had during my first love. An hour passed, and it was getting dark. I said
I had to go. He suddenly said he wanted to ask me for a favor. I looked at him in surprise. He said he wasn't a bad person, and
if I was willing, he could look at my thighs again, but he wouldn't force me. I didn't know how to answer him; his
praise had already made my heart race. He said, "Let's go to the woods across the street. I'll give you my ID. If you don't want to,
I won't force you." I couldn't resist his temptation and agreed.

He led me to the nearby woods. It was a bit damp there, and it was dark. Looking out from the woods, you could only
see cars coming and going—a truly secluded place. I felt a little nervous and scared, but also a little excited.

I looked at him, and he looked at me. I asked him shyly, "Shall I look now? How do you want to look?" "
Could you lift up your skirt?" he said, but I didn't dare. He said, "Let me hug you?" I didn't answer. He came over
and hugged me, starting to smell my hair. He pressed his pressure against my chest, and I couldn't help but moan. I pushed him away and
said, "You said you just wanted to look, and if it got too much, I'd leave." But I knew I wouldn't leave;
this was an affair. I was already starting to enjoy the pleasure, and he knew what I was thinking. He didn't say anything, but
slowly lifted my skirt, revealing my thighs and my underwear.

I was half-naked, being looked at and admired by a strange man.

His eyes were practically blazing, staring intently at my thighs. I whispered to him, "Are my legs
really that beautiful?" He didn't answer. I asked him again, "Will anyone see us?" He said, "No, let
me look a little longer. Please." I had begun to lose all sense of shame in my excitement, replaced only by
the pleasure of being admired by a man. I worried if I was also that kind of harlot, but I told myself, who cares? Nobody
knows, he doesn't know me, as long as he doesn't hurt me.

Then he said, "Can you turn around? Can I see your back?" Good heavens, I was wearing a thong,
which would completely expose my back to him. I didn't agree. He didn't force me, but squatted down
to get a closer look at my thighs and underwear. Seeing a man like me so much, I abandoned my
reserve.

I said to him, "Is there really no one here? Why don't you pull my skirt down and take a good look?" Even
I couldn't believe my own voice came out of my mouth. He seemed surprised, but quickly recovered,
gently pulling my skirt down, leaving me with only my underwear covering my lower body. He knelt on the grass,
his hands gently stroking my thighs, pressing his face against my legs. He asked, "Let me kiss you?"

I hummed in agreement. He started kissing my legs. I leaned against a tree, and he lifted my calves, kissing
my feet and toes—it tickled. Then he started kissing my thighs and groin little by little, suddenly pressing
his mouth hard against my underwear. I instinctively bent over and pushed his head away, but he held me tightly, sticking out
his tongue to lick between my thighs and underwear. I said, "No, don't do this, I can't take it. You promised to only
look at mine."

But he didn't hear me at all. One hand tightly wrapped around my legs, while the other hand groped up and
down . He made me squeeze my legs together, rubbing them back and forth, my hands on his shoulders, my whole body starting to heat up.

His hand started to slip inside my underwear; I was already wet. I said, "What are you doing? Don't do this."
"I didn't agree to this, take your hand out..." He didn't speak, but continued to reach inside, then
pulled down the edge of my underwear, exposing half of my private parts. He stood up, looked at me, then suddenly hugged me,
kissing my neck and ears. I started to moan. One of his hands slid down my back, caressing my
buttocks , then reached back into my underwear to touch me. He tried to kiss me, but I dodged away. I couldn't control
myself anymore.

He started to unbutton my shirt, and I cooperated by opening the opening. Then he pulled down my bra,
exposing my breasts and nipples to him again. I pulled my bra off from inside my shirt, letting him touch and lick my breasts. He
put my nipple in his mouth, his tongue constantly twisting and turning on my nipple. The itchy current traveled straight down to my
lower body, and I became even wetter. He knelt down again, grabbed the sides of my underwear, and pulled it down to my ankles.

My hands involuntarily covered my private parts. He looked into my eyes, and I turned my head away, not daring to look at him. I
felt him gently move my hands away. Now, except for a shirt draped over my shoulders, I was completely
naked in front of him, in front of a strange man.

He started kissing my genitals, and I could feel his mouth sucking hard. He spread my legs, put my left leg
on his shoulder, and tilted his head back to lick my genitals. His tongue
licked back and forth from my pubic hair to my vaginal opening, and I felt like ants were crawling all over my body. I moaned, letting him lick my body wantonly
. I loved it so much; no one had ever given me this feeling before. I felt like I was on fire, and
I started moaning loudly. As his tongue tip slipped into my vagina, I squeezed his head tightly.
The pleasure of his face, tongue, and beard rubbing between my legs was intoxicating.

I mumbled incoherently, "Don't stop, don't stop, I love it so much!" He stood up and made me turn around so my buttocks
were facing him. He then told me to bend over and stick my buttocks out, which I did. The act was so lewd that I
couldn't . I was naked in the woods, sticking my buttocks out, exposing the two most private parts of a woman
to a strange man. This gave me immense excitement. I thought he was going to have sex with me. I
had already begun to look forward to it, to have a man play with me and rape me in the dark woods. But unexpectedly, he
knelt down again. His tongue began to lick my buttocks, and then from behind, he licked my genitals. This time, the tip of his tongue
went even deeper. My arms, which were supporting me on the tree, began to tremble. He licked his tongue little by little upwards until
it stopped at my anus. I began to tremble all over. My anus was being played with for the first time. I
gasped for breath and groaned.

His tongue teasingly licked my anus, his fingers slipped into my vagina. I was being truly
ravaged like a plaything by him. A woman's modesty and shame were utterly destroyed by him. I moaned, responding
to him. I liked it; only then did I realize what I truly loved. I loved exposing my body
to this man, letting him ravage and play with me. Then, he pulled down his pants, revealing his penis.
I looked back; it wasn't very long, but it was thick. I closed my eyes, waiting to be violated by this guy. This was the first
time another man had penetrated me. I felt his penis rub against the outside of my vulva for a while, then
slowly enter my body and begin to thrust. His hands held my waist, and I
swayed . I moaned louder, and he began to move faster, his pubic hair rubbing against my buttocks and vulva.

He then put a thumb in his mouth, moistened it with saliva, and placed it outside my anus, slowly pushing it in
until half of his finger was inside. Both of my holes were now occupied by him. His other hand
began to rub my nipples. The thought of a young woman being violated and played with by an old man in the woods sent
shivers down my spine. I groaned loudly, my vagina rhythmically clenching around him as he quickly ejaculated
inside me. Then he asked if I could kiss him again. I agreed. He lay down on the grass,
made me kneel on his head with my legs spread, and began licking my genitals, rubbing my vagina with his nose. His tongue
then penetrated deeper, and I climaxed again, letting my
lubricant and his semen flow down his tongue into his mouth.

For over an hour, I was played with and violated by this man, experiencing pleasure and
enjoyment .

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