The reserve and wantonness of mature women

One Friday afternoon, at 37, I met Ad at the motel for sex again. We made love wildly on the floor, Ad caressing and teasing my body with abandon, and I enjoyed the physical pleasure.

Gradually, it became very intense. Ad was young, and I was passionate. He kissed my nipples without any restraint, kissing me until I was completely intoxicated. I especially loved the feeling of his body slowly rubbing against my outside. When his genitals rubbed against mine, I could feel the fluids seeping from my body soaking his.

"Baby," he called me with his usual address, "I love you so much."

Of course, I felt the same way. That's how it is between men and women; after intercourse, we are both so intense that we can't help but feel each other, each enjoying the intense sensations the other gives us.

I loved the feeling of him filling me completely between my legs. But what he felt, I had no idea. Even if I asked, I think I would never understand.

Letting my body be played with by him was my way of showing love. That day, he made me kneel on the bed, spread my legs, and then thrust his penis inside me.

He slapped my buttocks while thrusting into me. I felt a burning pain in my buttocks, and the contractions in my vagina from the penetration of his body aroused me beyond measure.

"Call me husband, call me husband to fuck you to death..." he said, relentlessly penetrating me, hitting my cervix directly. The feeling almost made me die.

"Husband..." In my dazed state, I followed his commands, moaning, "Husband...fuck me...fuck me to death..."

I felt incredibly excited because his body was trembling inside me.

"Your pussy bites me, sister wife..." he said excitedly, "It feels so good to bite husband."

I didn't know what that meant, but I felt my uterus and inside me contracting repeatedly. Maybe that was what men felt as "biting"?

We kept changing positions, I don't know where Yad learned them from. But my mind was a mess at the time, probably overwhelmed by the stimulation of sex. I only remember repeatedly making sounds I couldn't understand.

Finally, we returned to the normal position, I wrapped my legs around him, letting him penetrate me deeply, straight and boldly assaulting my entire body. I almost melted, and I had no idea how many orgasms I experienced.

All afternoon, our bodies were almost naked and stuck together, seemingly neither sticky nor tired of each other.

"Do you know what I like most about you, baby…" he suddenly asked me.

"No… I don't know…" I excitedly accepted his movements on my body, and the words came out of my throat.

"Because… you're… so tight here!" he said, thrusting hard into me, and then said those words, which almost brought me to orgasm in an instant.

"Ah…" I cried out excitedly, hugging his body tightly.

He cried out too, and then naturally released a surge of heat into me. That's a real man!

I'm satisfied. Every cell in my body tells me: I'm utterly satisfied!

On the way home, I kept thinking about what had just happened. I spent over four hours in the motel with that boy, lost in blissful passion. During those four hours, he constantly comforted me with his body, satisfying and fulfilling me with his masculine flesh, entering me in various positions. I felt like a woman in love.

Gradually, I chatted less with the 18cm boy online, because now that we had real physical intimacy, such interviews didn't seem so special.

However, my research had to continue.

The second sample I encountered was a bit peculiar. Strictly speaking, I didn't meet them online, but in an internet cafe.

Because my laptop was in for repairs, I took advantage of my husband's absence one night to sneak into an internet cafe to "fish," which was my "online sampling"—waiting in a public chat room to be approached by my samples.

"Hello!" Someone suddenly appeared on the screen and greeted me. The account was called "3p." A really weird name.

Rachael: Hi

3P: Wait a minute~ I guess you're... a woman?

Rachael: Yeah.

3P: Wait a minute... let me guess again... around 29? 30?

Rachael: What?

3P: I said age... is that a bet?

Rachael: Almost.

3P: Really? Whatever~ What are you looking for here?

Rachael: To chat.

3P: To chat? Want to have a one-night stand?

Rachael: You mean a one-night stand?

3P: Yes.

Rachael: Has anyone agreed?

3P: Yes.

Rachael: How many?

3P: Several~ How about we go for a drive first?

Rachael: You don't even know where I live, and you want to go for a drive?

3P: I know, I guessed pretty well.

"Where do I live?" I asked.

“Same as me,” he said, “Taipei County.”

“Taipei County,” I said, “the county with the highest probability, even a wild guess would be right.”

“I didn’t guess by probability!” he said. “So? Want to come? I can pick you up anytime.”

“No,” I refused.

“Oh? What a pity,” he said, “I think you’re quite good-looking…”

“How do you know?” I asked.

“Of course I know,” he typed, “Look to your left rear.”

I slowly turned around and saw a boy waving at me!

So, he was in the same internet cafe as me?!

My cheeks burned, and I didn’t know what to do.

I quickly closed my browser, ran to the counter, grabbed a hundred dollars, threw it down, and walked out of the internet cafe without looking back.

The boy didn’t chase after me; if he had, I would have called the police! I made up my mind.

After getting in the car, I stepped on the gas and quickly left the area.

After that experience, I dared not go to internet cafes anymore. I obediently waited for my computer to be repaired and surfed the internet in my own room, which was probably the safest option.

I guessed that 3P probably wouldn't just disappear like that. Since they appeared in that kind of chat room, they were probably regulars, right?

Sure enough, two days later, my computer was sent back for repair. As soon as I logged into the chat room, I encountered 3P again!

"Sorry about last time," he said, "but I didn't mean any harm~"

"How did you know I went to that chat room?" I asked.

"I accidentally spotted you as I walked past you~" he admitted. "

Just kidding." "I was really startled," I said.

"Sorry~~ We're not bad guys," he said, "just two young, lustful bastards!!!"

"Two?" I asked, "Why?"

"We brothers share an ID, we're twins," he said.

"Really?" That's strange. I asked, "So, are you the older or younger brother?"

"Even we don't know. Grandma says I'm the older brother, Uncle says I'm the younger brother, ah~ whatever!!" He seemed to be a typical Gen Z nonchalant.

"Do you live at your mother's house?" I asked. "What about your parents?"

The family situation of the sample is also a very important research project. Through understanding the family background, we might be able to find some kind of correlation between the sample's sexual attitudes and family situation.

"My dad passed away a long time ago~ We never saw him, and my mom got married~ so we don't see her often." He answered very decisively.

So, they are twin brothers without parents!

"How old are you?" I asked.

"We're both 24...just discharged from the military..."

"Oh?" I asked, "Don't you have a job?"

"Yeah," he said, "What about you?"

"I do," I said, "Do you have a girlfriend?"

"No," he said, "What about you?"

"I'm married," I stated.

"Oh? Married? That's awesome..."

18cm was the same; he was overjoyed to hear I was married. So I guessed that men only care about having affairs and probably don't care much about the other person's marital status or anything like that.

"Do you guys find one-night stands online?" I remembered what happened that day, "Do you do this often?"

"It depends—it depends on our mood," he typed, "Besides, there aren't any beautiful women online. If we really needed someone that eager, we might consider it!"

"What kind of women do you...look for?"

"Anything's fine, the most important thing is not too fat. You don't seem fat. Hehe."

"Whatever you want!" I said, "I don't care."

"My brother and I have always wanted to sleep with the same woman at the same time. Would you be willing?" he said.

"No." The thought of three people having sex together made me feel...uncomfortable.

"Oh, I guess women aren't really keen on threesomes."

"I'm really curious, don't you guys feel...uncomfortable?" I couldn't understand men's thoughts.

"No," the threesome responded, "It's really exciting!"

This seemed to bring up another topic of adolescent sexual attitudes: the acceptance of "group sex."

I remember a newspaper report about a group of teenagers living together, exchanging sexual partners, and even girls getting pregnant without knowing who the father was. This kind of multi-person promiscuity, with the increasing complexity of modern interpersonal relationships, has gradually become a mainstream sexual fantasy among young people.

"How exciting?" I asked. Of course, I asked for research purposes.

"It's like... two guys fucking one woman, and the woman keeps moaning and groaning, it's so good!" he said. "That's how it's portrayed in porn."

"Really?" I asked skeptically. "What's so good about it?"

"The woman feels amazing all over, especially with one dick in her mouth and another one inside her from behind. Isn't that great? We just don't believe it."

"Have you tried it?" I asked.

"Yes," he said. "Once. It was incredible."

"Why did you ask me?" I asked.

"Nothing," the 3P said, "We thought you were good-looking, so we were asking if you were interested."

A very direct answer!

"Really?" I said, "Not really interested."

"Oh? Maybe you're a dinosaur, right?" he said, "I didn't really see it clearly last time..."

"What are you talking about?" I was a little angry, "Are you saying I'm ugly?" "I

don't know, unless you turn on the video to see more details, do you have a video?"

"I have a video," I said, "but I won't turn it on."

"Oh, why?" "

I just won't turn it on, there's no why," I said, "I'm afraid you guys will be unable to sleep if you see it." I smiled as I typed.

"Really? That hot? Then you absolutely have to see it!"

"No way." I insisted. From doing research to having an affair, I've already blurred my focus once, I can't let it happen a second time.

"Oh... then we'll turn on the video, you watch first." 3P typed this line.

Sure enough, a chat box appeared, asking me to agree to watch his video.

I pressed it. Not long after, the video appeared.

My God, in front of me were two... male genitals.

I used to think I'd have some kind of aversion to male genitalia, but since I turned 18, I've become used to it.

However, this video is different. Two male genitalia appearing at once is a visual and psychological shock to me. I'm not a medical professional, and my reaction to this is no different from that of an ordinary woman in her thirties. Suddenly, I felt a psychological threat of being gang-raped.

Strangely, I felt a slight tremor in my chest; I thought it was my heartbeat. Then I felt a strange sensation in my genitals. I touched them lightly and was surprised to find them slightly wet.

Suddenly, I remembered having sex with Yad. Every time it was very intense, and it seemed like I initiated it; I was the one screaming, yelling, biting.

Am I really such a lewd woman?

Out of some kind of self-defense mechanism, I turned off the video and typed: "I watched it."

"Not watching anymore?" 3P noticed my movement and then asked, "How did it feel?"

"Not so much," I typed, "It felt a bit like visual rape."

"Oh, we love it like this." 3P typed, "Women are all so fake, so you like watching too, right? Being penetrated by two at once, no woman could stand it, right?"

"Please," I typed, "You guys really think so?"

Although I asked this, I felt my body was constantly contradicting my reason. I felt like I had become two people, one was me, and the other was a "me" I didn't quite recognize.

"Don't believe me?" 3P said, "Try it. Take two vibrators and insert them from the front and back at the same time, or insert one down there and put the other in your mouth, see how it feels? I guarantee you'll love it!"

"Do you guys do this often?" I asked.

"Never actually done it, but there are tons of porn. We always pick movies where two guys are having sex with one woman, the more we watch, the more excited we get, we even masturbate while we watch."

I could almost picture the two brothers on the sofa watching porn and masturbating. That was just...
"How about it? It's your turn. Isn't there video chat? Please, we really want to watch it once, and then masturbate on video."

"Me? Can't you find someone else?" I asked.

"Hehe, we know you want to." The 3P said, "Most women wouldn't even talk to us after seeing this, and you're still discussing it with us!! It shows you're curious." "

To be honest, I am a little curious, but two people at once is really disgusting."

"Then come with me first, and then it'll be my brother's turn. How about it?"

"I'm not playing with you guys, go find someone else~" I replied.

Honestly, I wasn't really keen on giving up on this "sample," so I added, "If it's just chatting, that's fine."

"Okay?" The 3P seemed to compromise: "Let's chat, even if there aren't any fish or shrimp."

Since I'd gotten them to talk, I got back on track with my research. I wrote, "Tell me, how did you meet that girl you were having a 3P with last time?"

Suddenly, a line popped up: "Sorry, I'm the older brother, the one talking to you is my younger brother."

I paused, then immediately understood, and wrote, "Hello."

"Hello to you too. My brother always thought he was the older brother, but after that bet, it's obvious he's the younger brother."

"What bet?"

"We bet whoever ejaculated first lost, and the loser would be the younger brother. He lost."

"That time? The time you had a 3P?"

"You're wrong, it was a 2P. My brother joined at the last minute, and the girl was my ex's girlfriend."

"Oh?" I asked curiously, "You're willing to do that?"

"The important thing is my girlfriend is willing. She's been interested in my brother for a long time too." He typed, "My name is Jason, and my brother's name is Jerry, the guy who messed with you at the internet cafe last time."

"Oh?" I finally understood the connection and typed, "Where is he?"

"He went to the bathroom," he said, "He's always hogging the computer and acting like a hooligan."

"You said that woman was your ex-girlfriend? Why would she be interested in your brother?"

"Because we're both really handsome," he said.

"How handsome?" I asked.

"I'll send you some photos," he said, "Wait a minute."

Soon, I received the photos.

They were indeed a very handsome pair of boys, shirtless on the beach, and they looked very similar.

They were a few years older than Bade, looked more mature, and had muscles that indicated they had worked out. Such physiques would be somewhat attractive to any mature woman. I admit it.

"Don't you two have girlfriends?" I asked, very curious.

"Too lazy to pay."

"You brothers have such a good relationship. I'm so envious."

"If you have a sister or roommate, you can come hang out with us."

I didn't answer, I just copied that sentence into my notebook.

"You said you have video chat, why don't you open it and take a look?" "We

're not familiar with each other." I said, "And I'm not used to it."

"How can that be? You'll get used to it after a while. Hey, my brother's back, and now we're both in front of the computer waiting to see your body!"

I could imagine the scene, two lecherous but very fit young men.

"Why are you sure I'll video chat with you?" I said, "Let's talk about your sexual experiences first."

"Sexual experiences? I've been deflowered for a long time, and so has my brother."

"When did it happen?" I asked.

"I'm 17, my brother is 16."

"Can we talk about it?"

"First time, huh? I forgot. But I have something even more exciting, want to hear it?"

"Go ahead."

"Last month, we slept with our junior high school teacher together." His answer surprised me greatly: "She's almost... 35, right?"

"Oh?" That was an answer I hadn't expected: "How did it happen?"

"We had a junior high school reunion last month, and afterwards we went to her place." He said, "It seems like she's only been separated from her husband for a few months. We thought she looked really tough, and we got really hard, so my brother and I grabbed her from behind and had sex with her."

This was something akin to a criminal case, but he talked about it as if it were none of his business, which was the first time I'd ever seen the boldness and lawlessness of young people these days.

"Rape?" I asked in surprise, "You raped your teacher?"

"You could say that," he said, "but...it wasn't like that later."

"How so?"

"The first time she was really scared and kept resisting, but it was really strange, later she even took the initiative to ask us to have sex with her. Women are really weird." They were

truly two devilish brothers.

"Was that your first threesome?"

"Yeah. Although she was in her thirties, she was pretty good-looking, with good skin and a decent appearance. Although she wasn't a beauty, she wasn't ugly either. She could handle all of us brothers at once~ and she screamed really loudly, so we had to cover her mouth, otherwise the neighbors would hear us."

"How could you be so bold?" I was a little surprised.

"Bold? We know she's ruthless. She kept telling us about her husband, saying that her husband had other women outside, how bad he was, and that she also wanted to go out and play with men. You tell me, isn't that like implying something to us?" he said.

These young people nowadays, is this considered sexual innuendo? I couldn't help but feel sorry for the female teacher.

"How many times did it happen?"

"Twice. The first time was semi-forced, but the second time it was completely voluntary. She even invited us to her room, saying she wanted to talk to us about what happened last time."

"What did she say?" "

She wanted us to abuse her."

"What? How?" I asked.

"She wanted us to be rough with her, even spank her ass hard. I wasn't too brave, so I spanked her ass while we were having sex, and she seemed to enjoy

it!" This experience was quite novel to me. This kind of physical relationship is actually very different from heterosexual desire. The victim doesn't actually crave sex, but rather has a certain degree of masochistic tendencies. In other words, the victim is a "sexual masochist."

Basically, the victim achieves psychological and physiological satisfaction through this forced sadistic behavior, which is generally defined as "sexual fetish" or "paraphilia."

However, even if pornography deliberately portrays such scenes, in real life, there is no evidence or research to determine that women have masochistic tendencies. For example, in 1988, American scholar Denisedonnelly studied the differences in sadomasochistic behavior between men and women at 320 American universities and found that "there is no evidence to support the female masochistic hypothesis." Therefore, when I heard such a description, I was a little skeptical.

"Really?" I asked again to confirm.

"Yeah, I'm not kidding, she was really high. We were spanking her while we were having sex, and my brother even slapped her, and she was really enjoying it, saying she wanted to be slapped again. Hehe, a bit perverted, a masochist. SM."

Perhaps many pornographic movies have depicted such scenes, but the academic community still has doubts about this, believing that male sadomasochism does exist, while it is extremely rare in women. If this is a collective social issue, it may be more in line with my profession, but if it is some kind of psychological abnormality, then it is a psychological medicine issue, which is not within the scope of my specialty, social psychology.

However, I was drawn in by the description, which sparked a deep curiosity within me. I don't know if it was professional curiosity or something else.

"Oh, this woman is so horny, she keeps moaning, her breasts are so big, they keep jiggling, and my little brother—my dick—is squeezing against her cleavage, it feels so good."

The image that came to mind was of a wild and alluring woman, her snow-white body wantonly surrendering between two men. Somehow, I was captivated by this sight.

"And then?"

"You're interested in hearing about it? You're not as ruthless as our teacher, are you? Hehe..."

"I'm just wondering, do women like this?" "

Of course, they love it! Women are all a little bit masochistic, otherwise they wouldn't get so much pleasure from being dominated."

Such a typical male perspective! But I was genuinely curious; this case gave me a desire to see what was going on.

"When will you go to her room again?" I asked.

"So, you want to join in too? Hehe."

"Let me check first," I said, "via video."

"Wow, that's amazing! Let's have a threesome first, you watch via video, and if you can't resist, join us, awesome! We're going to her house tomorrow night, we'll convince that bitch, see you at this time tomorrow."

I thought it was unlikely and didn't have high expectations. Because I don't really believe in this kind of thing. Some scholars believe that women have masochistic tendencies, which is purely a male fantasy used to cover up or legitimize their sexual behavior. For example, some men say "sucking," or that men believe women must have relationships with men under some kind of oppression or coercion to get pleasure from it. These are all very wrong ideas, at least, I don't think so.

In my opinion, most women can only achieve sexual satisfaction when they are in a pleasurable and willing state. Because women are physically weaker, verbal threats or physical coercion from men can easily create psychological pressure in women, leading to terrifying thoughts such as "I might be killed" or "I might suffer physical harm." How can they possibly experience pleasure under such circumstances? I don't understand.

However, if it's said that women tend to be guided or dominated by men they can accept during sexual activity, I can accept that. But that's rooted in women's basic trust in men; they believe "he won't hurt me" and "he will protect me," so they are willing to be dominated by men or cooperate with them in certain actions. This is completely different from "masochism."

Therefore, in rape cases, there are very few instances where women are willing to cooperate with the perpetrator, because rape represents "harm." Imagine if someone held a knife and forced a woman to perform oral sex on him—would she willingly do it?

Therefore, I also believe that the idea that women enjoy being abused is purely a "male perspective." This kind of male perspective is prevalent in pornography. As a result, most women, even if they watch pornography out of curiosity, will not be as deeply involved as men, unless the content describes the emotions and sex between men and women, rather than simply sexual intercourse or non-consensual sex.

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