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I am a married woman, 26 years old this year. I work very little. My husband is 52 years old this year. I am his third 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 me "sister," and I like it; it makes me feel young. He lives with his divorced mother, and I sometimes talk to her on the phone; we have a fairly good relationship. So, I'm usually home alone.
Aside from my two-day work 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 older 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; I thought 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 after all, he's getting old.
Real-world problems have also arisen. We don't have much harmony sexually. Only when we're at home does he insist 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, we're 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 in the open.
There's something I can't reveal to anyone, something that happened between me and an older man 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 roadside trees and blooming flowers often make me linger. I like to stop and watch the elderly people playing chess or 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 suddenly I 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 secretly glanced at him and noticed his eyes were looking under my skirt.
Realizing what had happened, I quickly straightened my skirt, but it was too short today. 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 strange 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 kind of probing. 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."
He started chatting with me, telling me everything. I developed feelings for him, especially when he admitted to secretly looking at me earlier, saying he'd never seen such beautiful legs and feet before, and asked if I minded. Of course, I said no. But for some reason, my heart felt that nervous feeling I only get when I'm in my first love.
An hour passed, and it was getting dark. I said I had to leave. Suddenly, he 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 card. 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, all I could see were cars coming and going. It was 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 we look now? How do you want to look?" "Could you lift your skirt?" he asked, 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. His pressure on my chest made me let out a soft moan. I pushed him away and said, "You said you only wanted to look. If you go too far, I'm leaving."
But I knew I wasn't leaving; 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, letting a strange man look at me, admiring me. His eyes were practically blazing, his gaze fixed intently on my thighs. I whispered to him, "Are my legs really that beautiful?" He didn't answer. I asked again, "Won't anyone see us?" He said, "No, let me look a little longer. Please." I had begun to lose all sense of shame, replaced only by the thrill of being admired by a man. I worried if I was some kind of slut, 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?" Oh my god, I was wearing shapewear, which would completely expose my back to him. I didn't agree. He didn't force me, but squatted down, looking even closer at my thighs and underwear.
Seeing how much a man liked me, I abandoned all my reserve. I said to him, "Is there really no one here? Then why don't you pull down my skirt and take a good look?" Even I couldn't believe my own voice came out of my mouth. He seemed surprised, but quickly recovered and gently pulled down my skirt, 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 murmured "Mmm." He began kissing my legs, and as I leaned against the tree, he lifted my calves and began kissing the tops of my feet and toes, which tickled me.
Then he started kissing my thighs and groin little by little, suddenly pressing his mouth hard against my underwear. I involuntarily bent over and pushed his head away, but he held me tightly, sticking out his tongue to lick between my groin and underwear. I said, "No, don't do this, I can't take it, promise you'll 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 my right leg. 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 say anything, but continued to slip his hand inside, then pulled down the edge of my underwear, exposing half of my genitals. 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 slipped back into my underwear to touch me. He tried to kiss me, but I pulled away. I couldn't control myself anymore.
He started to unbutton my shirt, and I cooperated by opening the blouse. Then he pulled down my bra, exposing my breasts and nipples to him again. I dragged my bra down from inside my shirt, letting him touch and lick my breasts. He took my nipple in his mouth, his tongue swirling around it, sending tingling sensations down my body. I became even wetter. He knelt down again, grabbing the sides of my panties and pulling them down to my ankles. My hands involuntarily covered my private parts. He looked into my eyes, and I turned my head away, unable to meet his gaze. I felt him gently remove my hands. Now, except for a shirt draped over my shoulders, I was completely naked before him, before a strange man.
He started kissing my genitals, and I could feel his mouth sucking hard. He spread my legs, put my left leg over his shoulder, and tilted his head back, licking 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 the tip of his tongue 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!" 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 believe it myself. I was naked in the woods, sticking my buttocks out, exposing a woman's two most private parts to a strange man. This gave me immense excitement. I thought he was going to have sex with me. I was already looking forward to it, to having 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, his tongue went in even deeper. My arms, which were supporting me on the tree, began to tremble. He licked his tongue upwards little by little 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 moaned.
His tongue teasingly licked my anus, his fingers slipped into my vagina. I was truly being 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 enjoyed. I liked 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 raped by this guy. This was the first time I had been penetrated by another man.
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 back and forth in rhythm with his movements. I groaned louder, and he began to move faster, his pubic hair rubbing against my buttocks and the outside of my 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 lower orifices were now occupied by him. His other hand began to rub my nipples. The thought of a young woman being ravaged and played with like this by an old man in the woods brought me to orgasm. I groaned loudly, my vulva clenching rhythmically and forcefully as he quickly ejaculated inside me.
Afterwards, he asked if he could kiss me again. I agreed, and he lay down on the grass, making me kneel on his head with my legs spread apart. He began licking my genitals and rubbing my vagina with his nose, his tongue probing inside again, this time going in deeper. I had another orgasm, and during it, my lubricant and his semen flowed down his tongue into his mouth. For over an hour, I was played with and ravaged by this man, experiencing pleasure and enjoyment I had never felt before.

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