The fate of mature women

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My acquaintance with Sakura began online; you could say it was a "literary connection." I enjoyed her writing and sent her messages. She
didn't know how to , so she asked me to help her, and we gradually started chatting.

Sakura is 42 years old, 163 cm tall, and like Jingling, she's a Hakka from Hsinchu County. We graduated from the same high school, were classmates at different times.
Her husband is 50 years old, 173 cm tall, and a civil servant.

I'm 51 years old and 164 cm tall. Jingling is also 44 years old, the same height as me.

I often exchanged emails with Sakura, and at the end of each email or message, I would politely invite her to visit Canada. Towards the end of our conversations, I
sometimes mentioned that she had become my number one sexual fantasy, and I hoped we could have a threesome or foursome, to which she remained noncommittal.

Then, one day in early June, she surprisingly wrote to me saying that business at the breakfast shop would be a little slower with the summer vacation starting, and the boss agreed to let her take a short break. She wanted to visit
Canada for a few days, and if I was willing to host her, she planned to come on her own, without joining a tour group.

I immediately replied, welcoming her.

A few days later, she messaged me saying her husband had heard she was going to Canada and wanted to come with her too. What should we do?

I immediately replied again, welcoming her husband.

However, a technical problem arose. The woman in the letter said: First, her husband had no idea about her online posts, or even the pictures she posted. Second,
her husband didn't know our relationship or how we met. Third, her husband didn't know about our plans for a threesome or foursome.
Fourth, if we didn't share a room, should we still welcome them? Do we have enough rooms?

I replied: First, we would never mention her online posts, or even the pictures, to her husband. Second, we would say that Jingling was
the woman in the woman's high school classmate, and that we met her in Hsinchu this year when we returned to Taiwan to visit relatives, and that we invited her to visit Canada. Third, while a 3P or 4P with the mature woman
Sakura was something we were hoping for, we hadn't specified that it had to be arranged that way when we invited her. Everything was up to us, whatever happened naturally.
Fourth, our house is a standard detached house in Canada with four bedrooms, so even if her children came, they could all stay.

That was settled. She decided to come in early July to accommodate her husband's schedule.

We waited and waited, and finally, the day arrived for the mature woman Sakura to arrive. Jingling, because the house wasn't ready yet and she still had to prepare food for the guests, asked me
to pick her up . The mature woman Sakura and her family were flying China Airlines, arriving at Vancouver Airport around 8 PM.

At the airport, after waiting for a while and watching the passengers file out of the plane, my heart started to race.

I had only exchanged letters with the mature woman Sakura, never even spoken on the phone. What was her personality like? Would she be easygoing and approachable? Where was her husband? Although Sakura
's husband, like me, enjoys watching his wife being fucked by other men,

what if he discovers that Sakura and we were conspiring to deceive him, or even secretly trying to cheat on him? What kind of misunderstandings and reactions would that cause?

Finally, we spotted a familiar figure on the airport surveillance screen. To make it easier for us to recognize her, Sakura was wearing the mini
floral dress she often wore in her selfies. Seeing Sakura in person for the first time, I felt she was a bit taller than in the photos. I've seen many of her photos, so I could almost see through her dress to her
voluptuous figure. With my eyes closed, I felt like I knew every single mole on her body! I really wanted to strip her naked right then and there and fuck her hard
.

Her husband followed behind her, pushing a luggage cart. He looked honest and kind. Compared to me, he was tall and strong.
He had probably just passed through immigration and was a little flustered by the language barrier; his face was flushed, and he had a bit of sweat on his forehead.

Since it was their first meeting, and Jingling wasn't present, and I was afraid of saying the wrong thing, the atmosphere on the way home was a bit cold and awkward. I
could only describe the Vancouver we saw along the way, and they just listened quietly. We arrived at our house close to 10 pm. The mature woman and her husband
were very tired due to jet lag. They didn't eat the late-night snack Jingling had prepared for them, and went to bed after showering.

The next day, we drove them around, and we had a whole day of fun, which was quite tiring. The most tiring thing was that you could sense that everyone
had their own agenda, making it impossible to open up and talk. Even though we knew our guests were selfie enthusiasts and group sex partners, we
had to . As hosts, we couldn't easily steer the conversation in that direction.

The two families didn't know what to talk about, so Jingling and the mature woman, Yingling, reminisced about their high school days, their hometown,
and their respective experiences after graduation. Both of them deliberately avoided discussing their selfie and wife-swapping experiences.

Around 8 PM, after dinner, perhaps due to jet lag, the couple, Ms. Ying and her husband, seemed a bit listless and wanted to go to bed early. I suggested they treat themselves to something
different and go to a well-known strip club in the city. As soon as I mentioned this, Ms. Ying's husband's eyes lit up, and he perked up immediately.

The group was ready, got into the car, and were about to set off when Jingling suddenly said, "Let's not go to that pub in Downtown."
I stepped on the brake and asked, "Why not that one?" "There are a lot of acquaintances there." "Since when have you known people who go to pubs?" "I'm
worried that Ying-meimei might run into someone she knows." Mature Ying said anxiously, "We don't know anyone here, so don't worry, don't worry." Jingling pinched my thigh in exasperation and said
, "I told you not to go to that one, so don't go." I said irritably, "If not that one, then where should we go?" Jingling said, "To the Blue Moon pub in the north."
I had only been to the Blue Moon pub in the north once; it was a tiny place with nothing to see. I wondered what Jingling was up to this time, muttering to myself
as I obediently turned the car around and drove towards the northern suburbs.

On the way, I explained to Mature Ying and her husband that in Canada, watching striptease shows is basically free. Usually, you just go into a pub, order a drink,
and stand there all night; nobody will pay you any attention. And here, pubs don't tip the strippers, unlike in America where you'd prepare a wad
of small bills to stuff into their bras or thongs.

Talking like this, we soon arrived at the Blue Moon pub. A small parking lot, quite a few cars were already parked. We pushed open the door,
ready to go in. Unexpectedly, two or three burly men surrounded us, blocking our way. I glanced at the camera that was always with the mature woman, Ying's husband; it must
be malfunctioning. I was about to ask him to put it back in the car

when Jingling, the leader, asked, "What's wrong?" The younger man politely replied, "How many
people are there?" "Four." "Please buy a drink, total 40 dollars."
"Ars." Upon hearing that tickets were required, I immediately asked, "How come?" "20 Dollor Special
Leman, Ladies Freetone." "
Never again, I'll buy tickets before," Jingling retorted, claiming she had never bought a ticket. It seemed she had been here a few times.

"Sorry,
tonicing is the ladies' night, without taking your own tickets can't get in." I looked at Jingling, meaning: See? You came all this way,
and now you have to buy tickets.

Jingling looked at me and said, "What are you still watching? Hurry up and pay!" The mature woman, Ying, said a little shyly, "Didn't you say it was free?" Jingling winked at her and
said, "Tonight is the first Friday of the month, it's 'Ladies' Night,' there's a special program, so men have to buy tickets, but women get in for free." Huh,
how did she know?

After we bought our tickets, the staff opened the inner door, and wow… it was so noisy… the entire roof was almost lifted off by the deafening sound system and screams
. Various colorful laser lights flashed and dazzled, making it hard for the eyes to adjust. The small venue was packed with people; there wasn't a single empty seat.

At that moment, a curvaceous blonde woman in a beer company uniform walked towards us. I clutched a 20-yuan bill in my hand and handed it to her as
we shook hands . She led us to the bar near the stage, smiling and asking the audience to move aside and make
room for us.

We arrived quite late; it seemed the show had been going on for a while. After settling everyone in and ordering drinks, I noticed that Sakura's husband
was practically drooling over the blonde beauty. No wonder, it was his first time experiencing foreign romance!

Jingling, on the other hand, was arm-in-arm with Sakura, pointing and gesturing towards the stage. On the small stage, three muscular men were dancing energetically, headbanging. The
audience was completely surrounded by women—fat, thin, old, young, pretty, and even less attractive—all seemingly hypnotized and bewitched,
swaying dancing to the hip-hop music.

Apparently, we'd stumbled upon the legendary Ladies' Night.

(Hmm, was it really a coincidence? Hmph, I'll have to interrogate Jingling about this when we get back.) Tonight's show was entirely for women; originally, only women were allowed
in , but it was later changed to allow men, though they needed to buy tickets. No wonder there were so few men in the audience, aside from a few male dancers.

As soon as one song ended, the girls' shouts rang out,
and the second song began. Three muscular men moved in perfect unison; after just one measure, they turned and flung their shirts off the stage, where they were snatched by the audience. Their tanned, strong pectoral muscles gleamed, whether from sweat or
oil.

Amidst the audience's frenzied screams, the three male dancers pumped their chests in unison, their muscles pulsating with the drumbeats, and the audience clapped along,
creating an incredibly high-energy atmosphere. After another measure, they turned and stomped their feet, their black trousers falling down to just their briefs
.

Wow… she really beat them! The girls were even more engrossed and enthusiastic than the boys at the show, they were really good at screaming. Several girls even put their fingers in their mouths and whistled
loudly.

Caught up in this atmosphere, Jingling and the mature woman Ying seemed to have forgotten their husbands were right beside them. No, they completely forgot they were both married women. Blushing,
the two women stared at the bulging genitals of the muscular men. Following their provocative movements, Jingling grabbed the hand of the mature woman Ying and squeezed to the front of the stage to
join in the fun.

Finally, the dance ended, and the two women remembered to find their way home. They were beaming as they walked back from the front of the stage. Since they were the only
two (Ying, please don't hit me. I don't mean "yellow-faced women," I mean East Asians), their every move gradually attracted the attention of the audience.

The three male dancers finished their dance and left the stage. Then, a black man and woman came on stage, dancing a Latin dance resembling a stickleback.

At this moment, a commotion arose in the crowd below the stage; it turned out the three male dancers who had just left were interacting with the audience. As they walked along, female audience members kept
groping them—some asked for kisses, some patted their bare arms, some patted their firm buttocks, and some even reached for their genitals in a suggestive manner
.

They didn't seem to mind. Damn it, if we guys acted like that at a strip club, we'd be beaten to a pulp in the street.

Those three male dancers seemed to be targeting us. While hurriedly dealing with other audience members, they squeezed their way towards us. After greeting
us they started talking incoherently. The place was so noisy we couldn't hear a word they said.

Eventually, one of them leaned in and yelled into Jingling's ear, and Jingling yelled back. Only then did they manage to communicate and nod. While they were communicating
, the other two male dancers standing nearby weren't idle either. One stood behind Jingling, rubbing his genitals against her buttocks. The other grabbed
the mature woman Ying's hand and touched his genitals. I'm so angry! To them, we two husbands were practically invisible.

The audience around us were getting jealous. Some were jeering, some were crowding around to interact, some were reaching out to touch my and the husband's breasts, and some
were pressing their large breasts against our faces. We had to stand up to deal with them. Some even took advantage of the chaos to grab our genitals.

After the two black men and women on stage finished their two songs, the MC DJ saw that things had calmed down. The three male dancers gave the DJ a pass,
and the DJ lowered the music volume and asked the audience to be quiet so he could announce the program.

He said that he was honored to have two Asian women present that night. He wanted to invite them to be
the hosts of the night without any election. He asked if everyone agreed.

I quickly stood up and waved to stop them, but unexpectedly, the audience erupted in cheers, all turning around to wave at me and applauding enthusiastically, indicating unanimous
approval . This backfired; they thought my waving was a greeting to them.

I asked Jingling to stand up and say something, but she actually smiled, waved to the audience, and remained seated as steady as a mountain. The mature woman and her husband, Ying, were completely
unaware of the impending disaster and remained motionless.

The host then said, "Since everyone agrees, please invite the two main characters to the stage." Three male dancers escorted Jingling and Ying to the stage. Upon reaching
the stage , each male dancer picked up one of them and carried them onto the stage. Another male dancer, standing at the front of the stage, randomly grabbed a girl and carried her onto
the stage as well; that girl was clearly overjoyed!

Three bar stools were placed on the stage, and the host invited three ladies to sit down, facing the audience. The mature woman, Sakura, had no idea
what the host was saying and just kept smiling. Jingling gestured for her to follow along.

Afraid that Sakura's husband would be angry, I turned to him and said, "It's okay to come out and have some fun, right?" Unexpectedly, her husband seemed to have been looking forward to it, saying,
"This is great! Could you ask if we can take pictures?" I asked the blonde bombshell who had led us in, and she said it was
a friend of Ladies of the City, and that we could do whatever we wanted tonight.

Upon hearing my explanation, Sakura's husband immediately grabbed his camera and squeezed to the front of the stage.

The music had already started, and three male dancers stood in front of the female guests, swaying their hips and rubbing their bulging genitals against them.
With the cheers of the audience, the dancers' actions became increasingly unrestrained; the third woman had already pulled out one of the dancers' penises and was vigorously stroking it.

The host encouraged Jingling and the mature woman Ying to loosen up and have some fun. Jingling hesitated, but the audience kept shouting, "Go! Go!" Jingling
blushed and reached into the underwear of the male dancer in front of her. The moment she touched his heavy, hairy testicles, she trembled with excitement.
His penis, probably never before touched by such tender hands, even its seasoned erection instantly swelled several times its normal size, popping out of his underwear. A
shiny, throbbing black penis bounced onto Jingling's face.

Seeing this, the mature woman Ying followed suit, reaching out to stroke the male dancer's muscular abs. Her hands roamed over his body, from his abs to
his chest. She seemed particularly fond of his firm buttocks, her hands constantly touching them. The male dancer simply pulled down his underwear, turning his back to her, letting her
touch him to her heart's content. When the male dancer turned completely naked and faced the audience, the whole place erupted in cheers again.

The man bent down and grabbed one of the mature woman Sakura's hands from behind, making her masturbate his penis from behind. The foreigner's penis was thick and long, but thankfully
not very hard, so it wasn't difficult for Sakura to masturbate.

Look at the woman on the far right; her clothes were half-undone, revealing half of her breasts and a pair of long, slender legs. In the center of the stage, Jingling's bra
had been pulled off and was on the floor, all the buttons on her chest undone. The male dancer grabbed her snow-white, full breasts and desperately kneaded her nipples.
Jingling twisted her body as he squeezed her, her face flushed, her eyes tightly closed, her hands holding the 10-inch-long penis, sucking on it with her small mouth, her tongue occasionally flicking
like a snake's tongue, probing the male dancer's glans. The

host held the microphone to the male dancer's mouth, and all that could be heard was him moaning with pleasure. The host then brought the microphone close to Jingling's mouth, and the room filled with her
moans and groans of pleasure. The audience joined in with their own moans.

Sakura's husband was surprised that the seemingly virtuous and dignified Jingling was so adventurous. He was incredibly excited. But being a seasoned sex addict,
he remained calm, relentlessly snapping photos of Jingling's exposed body.

I was burning with desire, wondering where to release it, when the blonde bombshell who had led us in somehow appeared beside me. I thought, since she
said the ladies of the city could do whatever they wanted, I decided to go for it.

I grabbed her and pulled her into my arms. She screamed, "No...no...no..." I didn't care; I
ripped her simple, thin uniform and grabbed her large breasts.

Wow… those foreign girls’ breasts are truly extraordinary. Not only are they large and full, but they’re also firm and elastic, and it feels really good to rub them. Unfortunately, the texture of their skin
is far inferior to that of us Eastern girls; it feels a bit rough to the touch. Under the lights, viewed from the side, there’s quite a bit of body hair on their breasts, but it’s not easily noticeable because it’s
blonde .

She pretended to struggle a few times, then naturally sat down. She unzipped my jeans, pulled out my already throbbing penis, and, in full view of everyone,
bent down to give me oral sex. Wow… those foreign girls’ oral skills are top-notch. Her tongue is soft and long, it feels like it could wrap around my huge cock
and still have room to spare. Her warm, soft tongue circled the glans while tightly wrapping around my penis—it felt amazing!

I glanced at the stage; Jingling and the mature woman Ying had both opened their legs, spread their clitoris, and raised their vulvas, letting the male dancers lick their
labia and suck their clitorises. Their moans and gasps blared from the loudspeakers. The most exaggerated was Sakura, who kept
moaning in Hakka, "Mmm...snap, sob...snap...oh...mmm..."

Amidst the intense music, the three female guests on stage ejaculated more than once, and I also gave the blonde bombshell oral sex.
The three male dancers finally escorted the flushed, disheveled, and utterly wretched Jingling and Sakura back to our seats.

"Was it good?" I asked Sakura.

"..." She nodded happily with a smile.

"And you?" Sakura's husband asked Jingling.

"..." She nodded weakly as well.

After paying the bill, Jingling naturally linked arms with Sakura's husband and walked out. I followed behind, my arm around Sakura's soft waist.

Back home, the group was still lingering, chatting in the living room. I opened a bottle of red wine and filled everyone's glasses, then began interrogating Jingling: "
How many times have you been to Blue Moon Pub?" "Hmm, four or five times, I guess!" "How come I've never heard you mention it?" "Oh, I always go with the ladies, what's there to say?" "So
you all specifically go for the 'Ladies' Night'?" asked the mature woman, Ying.

"Of course!" "Tell me, tell me what's going on." Ying's husband urged from the side.

"Well, Vancouver has a lot of wealthy businessmen and high-ranking officials from China. They can't let go of their businesses or positions back home, so they become frequent flyers. Their
wives get bored here, so they go around in groups looking for ways to have fun. Some people have discovered that the ladies' night at Blue Moon Pub allows
them to release their pent-up emotions without any inhibitions." Jingling took a sip of red wine and continued, "Blue Moon Pub is in the middle of nowhere, so it's usually only frequented by Westerners.

You rarely see any Asians, especially Asian women. Just like we're curious about Westerners' naked bodies, Westerners are also particularly interested in seeing
Asians' naked bodies. Blue Moon Pub is happy for us to come and support them, so every time we go, we're almost always chosen as ladies of
the night." "So how many times have you been on stage?" I asked Jingling, my face turning green.

"Hey, all those ladies are always scrambling to go on stage, how come I ever get a chance! Today I finally got my chance and had some fun." "
Weren't you embarrassed on stage?" asked the husband of the mature woman, Ying.

"Hmm, I don't know why, but as soon as I got on stage and saw the dark crowd below, it was like I was hypnotized. Watching Jingling having so much fun..."
"I got really excited," Sakura stammered.

Jingling said to the mature Sakura, "Your husband was the best he'd been today. I feel so bad for him. Let me make it up to him!" Sakura
glanced at and said, "He'd love to! He told me last night that he really wanted to sleep with you." Damn it, he came to my house and was already
eyeing my wife's beauty! Her husband looked at me, and I said, "Can I borrow Sakura for the night?" Her husband said generously, "No problem at all. Sakura secretly admitted to me
last night that she wanted to switch places with you!" That night, I finally took a bath with Sakura. Soaking in the bathtub, the naked
Sakura lay in my arms. Her breasts were slightly smaller than Jingling's, just the right size to hold in one hand. Although she had already given birth, her body was still very elastic. Her pubic hair
was as sparse as Jingling's, but she had trimmed it.

"Did you just get your pubic hair trimmed?" I asked, playing with her pubic hair.

"Yeah, I know you like hairless, tender pubic hair. I got it trimmed before I went abroad to make a good impression on you." What a sweet and considerate Hakka
woman. I hugged her tighter and couldn't resist kissing her lips. She opened her mouth slightly and extended her nimble tongue to respond to my passionate teasing, our tongues entwining.

I probed her paradise with my fingers. Wow... Is this woman really someone else's? She's so plump, tender, and juicy. I gently teased her with my fingers for a few moments, and
the mature woman, Sakura, turned over, raising her snow-white buttocks in the bathtub, presenting her rosy, tender vulva to me, and said, "Brother Hao, come in quickly!
I've wanted to sleep with you ever since I saw you as soon as I got off the plane." I said, "Why do you want to sleep with me?" "What? Of course, I want you to fuck me!" she replied playfully in Hakka.

What a pitiful woman. I quickly thrust my penis into the tender vulva I had been dreaming of.

The mature woman, Sakura, obediently accepted my conquest, swaying her snow-white, plump buttocks in rhythm with my thrusts. From the wide-open door, I could hear Jingling's moans and groans as she was being wildly fucked by Sakura's husband in another
bedroom . Sakura, not to be outdone, cried out loudly, "Mmm... Brother Hao's big cock... so good at fucking...
I love being fucked by... Brother Hao... thump, thump... thump... thumping... thumping Sakura to death..." "Can I cum inside you?" I
asked Sakura ,

feeling myself about to ejaculate. "Mmm, mmm..." She looked at me tenderly and nodded.

I mustered my remaining strength, like a big male dog, rapidly thrusting into Sakura's cunt. Sakura's vagina gripped my cock tightly, secreting
streams hot fluid that drenched my glans. I was incredibly aroused; I thrust forward forcefully, finally ejaculating my thick semen deep into Sakura's womb.

Only then did I realize that Sakura's husband and Jingling had moved to the bathroom doorway. Jingling, like a bitch in heat, lay
sprawled on the floor, her full breasts drooping and her disheveled hair swaying. Ying's husband continued thrusting into Jingling's tender vagina while filming my and Ying's tightly joined
genitals, constantly leaking semen.

I think, sometimes, human encounters and fates are truly incredible.

[The End]

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