I am a 36-year-old woman

I am a 36-year-old woman.
Everything happens or begins for a reason, even how a woman becomes a harlot.
I am a 36-year-old woman, and I have only been with one man so far, my husband. When we got married, I was a virgin, and in the eleven years of our marriage, I have only let him touch me. But in forty-eight hours, he will become one of many men who have touched me.
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My name is Mikhaileva, which is also my great-grandmother's name. She immigrated to the United States from Russia in 1917. At that time, she and my great-grandfather saw that the situation was very bad, so they fled Russia before the October Revolution. In America, my classmates were not used to calling me by my Russian name; they always called me Mickey. So, slowly, I went from Mikhaileva to Mickey.
When I met my husband, Gary, I was studying for an economics degree in college. At the time, I needed a part-time job. I saw an ad in the newspaper for a dentist named Ham who was looking for a part-time office assistant to help him with things like patient records, so I applied. I was studying to be a certified public accountant in school, so I thought I was more than capable of being a record clerk. I had no idea that this job application would change the course of my life.
After applying, they told me the working hours were Mondays, Tuesdays, and Thursdays, four hours a day, and the hours could be adjusted according to my class schedule. Ham's business expanded rapidly, and soon he found a partner to run his dental clinic with him—Gary.
Although I was still a virgin, I couldn't help but feel aroused the first time I saw Gary.
I don't know if I should call it love at first sight or instant attraction, but I wanted him the moment I saw him. Luckily, thank God, he seemed to feel the same way about me.
In his second week at the clinic, Gary invited me out to dinner, and this dinner date led to even more dates. Four months later, he proposed, and I happily accepted. Three months later, we got married. Ten months later, I gave birth to our first child, Jason, and two years later, we had twin sons, Terry and Tony. Because of marriage and children, I didn't become a certified public accountant and became a housewife.
One evening, while looking for an outfit for a party, I realized I had nothing to wear. I had a large closet, but it was crammed with clothes for my three children and myself, and all the pretty clothes I used to own no longer fit; I had gained a lot of weight.
I managed to squeeze into one outfit for the party, and the next day I decided to go to the gym to regain my slim, sexy figure. After nearly a year of hard work, I finally reshaped myself into a fit and healthy person, and I could finally wear the clothes I bought when I was dating Gary again. I secretly resolved to stick to exercising and maintain this beautiful figure and confidence. However, this decision led me to many unexpected events.
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If you haven't studied dentistry, you won't know how advanced that field is. There are always new equipment, processes, and materials emerging, requiring you to constantly learn and update your knowledge. That's why Gary attends two or three academic conferences, seminars, and new technology equipment exhibitions every year to understand and stay abreast of the latest industry developments. Before
each conference, Gary always wanted me to go with him, but I couldn't bear to leave my son and always refused. Later, as my son grew older, my parents (specifically my mother) often wanted my son to come home and spend weekends with them so she could help me take care of him. One day in May, Gary came home from work and told me he was going to an academic conference in Fort Lauderdale, Florida. I said to him, "Great! I can go with you this time."
Seeing the strange look on Gary's face, I asked, "What's wrong?"
"Didn't you always refuse to go to conferences with me?"
"So what? There's a first time for everything, and this is my first time going to a conference with you. What's wrong, Gary? Don't you want me to go with you?"
"No, it's not like that."
"Then what is it?"
"You never go with me, so this time my colleague Carl Ackers is coming with me. He's even arranged a three-day deep-sea fishing trip for us."
"So what?"
"Honey, don't you get seasick? Two years ago when we went on a sea trip, you were seasick for five out of seven days, and that was on a big ship, sailing on calm seas." "
Then you guys go fishing, and I'll just lie on the beach, sunbathe, and listen to music."
"Really? You won't be mad at me for leaving you there alone for three days?"
"Oh, Gary, I'm a grown woman, I can handle being alone."
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My mother was overjoyed to hear we were leaving the kids with them for a week. She always thought of my children as babies, even though they were quite grown up—Jason was 10, and the twins were 8. After leaving the kids with my mother, we flew to Florida. For the first two days, Gary was in meetings, while I went out for a stroll. In the evenings, we went dancing at the hotel ballroom.
Away from home and in a new environment, my husband and I were both very sexually aroused, and after dancing, we would rush back to our room to make love. Since he was leaving me for three days, I kept urging him to fuck me hard so I wouldn't feel sexually frustrated after he left.
On the third day, Gary kissed me goodbye and got on a small boat to battle groupers, flounders, or whatever other fish he could find. After waving goodbye to them from the rocks, I went back to my room to change, ready to go to the beach. I put on a bikini, grabbed a blanket and a towel, and ran to the beach.
Although it was the end of spring break, the beach was still full of young women in sexy bikinis. Seeing them, I couldn't help but secretly rejoice that my efforts at the gym hadn't been in vain. Despite having had three children, my figure was no less impressive than those of college students in their early twenties, and even more attractive than some girls.
The beach was crowded, with people happily playing all sorts of games. I finally found an open space, spread out my blanket, and lay down. About six feet away from me, a couple sat on beach chairs, enjoying the sea breeze and sunshine. They were probably in their forties; the wife was engrossed in reading a book, while the husband held up binoculars, looking at the beach scenery. I thought, he was probably peeking at those young women in bikinis.
I lay on the blanket, relaxing comfortably, and after what seemed like an eternity, the man stood up from his chair and walked towards me.
"I see you came alone. I think you should put some sunscreen on your back, otherwise you'll easily get sunburned. If you'd like, I can apply it for you,"
the man said kindly.
If he hadn't been with his wife, I might have accepted his offer. I turned to look at his wife; she was still engrossed in her book and didn't seem to have any ill intentions towards me, so I said, "Thank you very much, I'd appreciate it."
Because I was worried that the bikini top would leave uneven marks on my skin while I was sunbathing, I had already taken off my bra and was only wearing a thong. After thanking him, I lay there without moving, letting him slowly apply sunscreen to my back, starting from my shoulders.
"My hands are covered in sunscreen, now, while I'm here, let me put some on your legs too."
Hearing the man say this, I quickly glanced at his wife, and seeing that she wasn't paying attention, I didn't refuse him. His hands moved along the back of my thighs, all the way to my feet.
The man's touch felt really good; his hands were big and warm, making my body very relaxed. I felt like a docile kitten being stroked. When the man's hands moved up from my feet, I had to resist the urge to spread my legs; I really wanted him to touch the inside of my thighs.
Finally, he had applied sunscreen to my entire back and legs. I thanked him and watched him return to his chair. Although I still longed for him to caress me, I knew it shouldn't happen again. So, half an hour later, I got up and went back to my hotel room. I took a shower, changed my clothes, and went out shopping.
That afternoon, I went to the beach again. Half an hour after I lay on the blanket, the man came back to me and asked if I was ready for him to apply sunscreen for me again. I looked around and didn't see his wife, but it was a public beach with many tourists, so I felt safe and told him I enjoyed it.
The man told me his name was Danny and that he was on vacation from Cleveland. I told him my name and that I was in Fort Lauderdale with my husband for a conference.
The man chuckled and said, "Your husband must have some really crazy sexual fantasies about leaving you here alone while he goes out to have fun. A woman as beautiful, sexy, and elegant as you, once she's alone on the beach, she's bound to be the object of all those college boys' pursuit and flirting. If you can resist the harassment of those overly energetic guys, your husband should feel very lucky." "
What? You think an old woman like me can still attract those boys?"
"Don't underestimate yourself. Look, since you arrived at the beach, those boys' eyes haven't left you. I think the only reason they haven't come over to bother you is that they see me with you this morning and now, and they assume I'm your husband or boyfriend."
"Oh, so, besides being my personal sunscreen applicator, you're also my bodyguard?"
"In a way, yes, am I right?"
"In what way?"
"Maybe you don't want me to protect you from those stallions,"
he said jokingly, so I replied in the same tone, "No, no, I don't need young stallions right now."
By then, he had already applied sunscreen to my back and legs, which felt very warm, comfortable, and relaxing. He wiped his hands and said, "Since you're alone, how about having dinner with me tonight?"
I thought it would be better to have dinner with him and his wife than to stay in my room watching TV alone, so I accepted his invitation. He told me to meet him at the hotel restaurant at 7 pm and then left.
After he left, I looked around and found that quite a few young men were staring at me. I felt a heat in my lower body, and it felt like my vagina was leaking fluid.
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At 6:55 pm, I arrived at the restaurant and saw him already sitting in a private room against the back wall.
Seeing that he was alone, I sat down at the table and asked why his wife wasn't there.
"Wife? I'm not married yet. What makes you think I'm married?"
"I saw you sitting with a woman this morning."
"Oh, you mean the woman sitting next to me?"
"Yes." "
Heh, I don't know that woman. I saw there was an empty seat next to her, so I asked her if it was taken. She said no, so I sat there."
Hearing him say that, I felt a little nervous. Although he was a gentleman, and he hadn't made any inappropriate moves during our two encounters today, it still didn't seem quite right for me, a married woman, to have dinner alone with a man. But I was already here and seated, and even if I left now, I'd have to find somewhere else to eat. Oh well, since I'm here, I might as well eat.
Danny ordered food for us and a bottle of wine, and we sat together eating, drinking, and chatting.
He told me about his single life in Cleveland, and I told him about my three children and my hard-working but happy family life. After dinner, he suggested we go to a bar to hear a live band play. I didn't want to go back to my room so early, so I asked him to go to the bar first and get me a margarita while I used the restroom and touched up my makeup.
The band was really good, and Danny and I enjoyed the performance while discussing music.
He really liked country, western, and Dixieland jazz, while I preferred modern pop. We started jokingly arguing. Suddenly, I felt dizzy, and the bar seemed to spin. My glass slipped from my hand and shattered on the floor. Danny asked what was wrong. I opened my mouth but couldn't speak, only staring at him.
"You look like you ate something bad for dinner. Come on, I'll take you back to your room and call the hotel doctor,"
Danny said with concern.
With Danny's help and support, we slowly walked out of the bar and took the elevator. I only remember how I got out of the bar, but I have no recollection of what happened in the following hours.
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In my mind, there always seemed to be a vague male voice saying something, like "That's it, fuck her ass," or "Shoot in her mouth," or something like that. Sometimes I also seemed to hear "Damn, she can really take it," or "We've been fucking her for so long."
When I heard these words, I didn't react. I remember hearing a very familiar voice shouting, "Fuck me, please fuck me hard, a few more people, please, fuck me hard," and "Fuck, fuck, fuck me hard, fuck."
Then, gradually, as I slowly woke up from the anesthesia, my consciousness became clearer. Everything seemed to be in a fog, and my mouth felt very dry. It felt like something was rubbing against my lips, and suddenly my dry mouth was moistened by a fishy, salty liquid. Nothing rubbed against my lips anymore.
I heard moans, and it took me a few minutes to realize that the moans were coming from myself.
My body was burning, as if I had just experienced a very exciting sexual climax. Now, my mind was clearer, and my vision was no longer blurry. I found myself leaning over a man I had never met before, face to face. He had his eyes closed and was moaning, "Move, my sweet lover, ride me, let me ejaculate, darling, let me come..."
I struggled to get off his body, but something pressed down on me from behind, holding me down on top of the man. I felt hot, my blood was boiling, but there was also a stimulating and pleasurable sensation coming from my anus, a feeling of wanting to fart or defecate. Something was dangling in front of my face; I looked closely and saw a thick penis being thrust into my mouth. A weak voice in my head resisted, "No, no, I don't want to do this."
But my mouth was wide open, my tongue eagerly licking the fleshy rod that had invaded my mouth.
Now, I was fully conscious; I finally understood that one penis was inserted into my anus, and another into my vagina. The man behind me, violating my anus, kept thrusting against my body, making me sway back and forth, while the man beneath me was thrusting his body, rubbing the penis inserted into my vagina in and out.
The man beneath me groaned, "Ride me, like this, darling, ride me hard..."
Suddenly, I felt a hot liquid shoot into my anus, followed by the withdrawal of his large penis. One of them laughed, "You've almost gotten her pregnant, haha..."
Another voice said, "Now it's my turn."
Then, a hard penis stretched my sphincter open again. I arched my back, welcoming the man raping me from behind.
"Oh, fuck! This slut's anus is still so tight, she wants more,"
a voice said.
I want it! Of course I want it! But I don't know why. Gary and I have never had anal sex.
Ah, Gary! Where is Gary? I spat out the penis I was sucking and turned to look around the room. I didn't see Gary, but I saw seven strange naked men, and Danny holding a camera pointed at me, but I didn't see Gary! Why would Gary let these people...? My thoughts were interrupted. The man who had just been receiving oral sex from me grabbed my hair and shoved his penis back into my mouth.
Three men occupied three holes in my body, thrusting against me repeatedly. Hot, familiar fluid shot into my anus again. "Ahhh, I came, darling!"
the man behind me yelled, pounding my buttocks hard.
"Who's next?"
the man said, pulling his penis out of my anus. The man beneath me quickly said, "No, no, I can't hold on any longer, let me come first."
He then rolled me over, pinning me face down beneath him. At that moment, I had another man's penis in my mouth. As he turned me over and pinned me down, it popped out of my mouth with a "bang."
The man looked down at me and said, "You want me to fuck you hard, don't you?"
I thought, but I didn't say it. My mind was filled with conflicting thoughts. In my head, one voice was saying, "Get away from me! Don't touch me!"
while another was shouting, "Come on! I want it! Fuck me hard!"
Before I could answer, my body had already made its decision; my legs were spread wide apart. The man chuckled and said, "I think that's how it should be."
Then he thrust in hard.
I groaned loudly, lifting my legs to wrap around him, my nails digging into his buttocks, pulling him towards me, letting him fuck me hard. His movements became more and more violent, and my moans grew louder and louder.
"Do you like it? Do you like my big cock? You must really like my big cock, right?"
"Yes."
I groaned, "Oh God, I like it so much. Fuck me, fuck me hard! Fuck me hard..."
"Aren't you worried about your body at all, my sweetheart? Let me tell you, there are plenty of big cocks waiting to fuck you, we'll fuck you all night long!"
"Stop talking nonsense, just fuck me."
I groaned, "Fuck me hard, please, fuck me hard!"
The man fucked even harder, he reached down and cupped my buttocks, holding me tightly in his arms and ravaging me relentlessly. Not long after, he ejaculated inside my vagina.
The hot semen sprayed into my uterus, it felt good, but I hadn't reached orgasm yet. I was very close to orgasm and wanted him to keep thrusting, so when he tried to pull out, I grabbed his shoulders tightly, trying to pull him back.
"No, no!"
I pleaded, "It's not over yet, it's not over yet, I'm about to come, I'm about to climax, don't stop, please, don't stop!"
The man, already satisfied, ignored my pleas. He shook off my hands and pulled out of my body. But, with a burst of laughter, another thick, hard penis shoved into my body, then another, and another, and another… As I was being fucked unconscious, I remembered having a penis inserted in my mouth, vagina, and anus, still thrusting wildly…
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When I woke up from my dream, sunlight filled the entire room. I shook my head, trying to shake off the erotic dreams I'd had all night. When I was fully awake, my body told me that Gary must have fucked me hard all night.
My vagina and chin were sore and aching, and I felt like my anus… my anus? Gary had never fucked me… I suddenly remembered that Gary hadn't been with me. So, what happened? How did it happen? I only remember meeting Danny and having dinner, but what happened after dinner?
I sat up in bed, struggling to get off and put my feet on the floor. Then I heard a voice say, "Good morning, my bright sunshine."
I turned around and saw Danny sitting on the bed. I stared at him for a few seconds, then asked, "What happened? What did you do to me?"
"I drugged you, darling, and then I gave you to my friends and business partners. They had a great time with you, and some even want to play with you again."
I stared at him in surprise for a few more seconds, then sheepishly went into the bathroom. Sitting on the toilet, I tried to recall last night's events. I could only remember fragmented memories, one of which was Danny filming me with a camera. Oh, damn it! Why was he filming me? Back in the room, I saw my clothes piled on the floor and suddenly realized I was completely naked. I immediately and instinctively covered my breasts and genitals.
Seeing my comical movements, Danny laughed and said, "Don't you think it's a bit too late, my Bright Sunshine? I've seen everything on you, and how you use it. Sit down, I'm going to show you something."
I sat on the bed, and he took the camera from the floor and sat down with me. Danny handed me the camera, showing me the footage playing on the small screen. I saw myself kneeling naked on the bed, my ass sticking out, a man fucking me from behind, and I arching my back to meet his thrusts. Another man stood in front of me, pressing his penis against my lips, demanding I give him oral sex. I opened my mouth and licked his penis and testicles.
Danny took back the camera and said, "I recorded over four hours of footage like this, my radiant, sunny lady. You need to think carefully about whether you want others to see these shameless pornographic videos of you. Do you want to call the police? Do you want to accuse someone of rape? People will see in the videos that you were begging those men to fuck you. I think you should just say nothing, go home safely with your husband, and keep this beautiful memory. That's what will make you happiest. I'll give you a copy of the disc, so you can watch the lewd scenes whenever you want." "
Why? Why are you treating me like this?"
"Because you're a beautiful, sexy woman, and you're all alone. I know I can get you."
I knew he was right; I couldn't possibly want anyone to see these videos. I didn't say another word, got dressed, and left his room.
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Back in my room, I showered until noon. After eating something quick, I grabbed a blanket and towel and went to the beach. Today was different. I usually didn't pay much attention to my surroundings, but now I was observing everything closely.
I saw a young, strong man and a beautiful young woman dancing a mating dance on the beach, enjoying their spring break. I noticed the man's genitals creating a large bulge in his swimming trunks; the entire beach, wherever the eye could see, was filled with a frenzied desire.
Then I noticed a young man not far away staring at me, his crotch bulging. I wondered just how big it was, whether my mouth could completely contain it. He kept staring at me, while I stared at his crotch. After a while, a group of sixteen or seventeen-year-olds ran over, grabbed his arm, and dragged him away.
So I turned my head to look at other bulging crotches, my mind filled with the same lewd thoughts. Finally, I said to myself, "To hell with it, Mickey!"
Then I grabbed my blanket and towel and went back to my room. After changing, I went out for a walk.
But my mind was still filled with lewd thoughts.
In my eyes, it seems I see lewd lust and behavior everywhere I go. Young girls brazenly flaunt their bodies, and burly male stallions scrutinize every woman, searching for an opportunity to take them to bed. I see them all watching me, and I see—or rather, I think I see—the burning desire in their eyes. Seeing their gaze, I can't help but imagine their behavior in bed.
In a women's lingerie boutique, I was picking out some sexy bras and panties when a young man came over, stood beside me for a while, looked me over, and then said, "Those black lace bras and panties would be perfect for you."
Then he left.
Watching his retreating figure, a lewd image flashed through my mind: me wearing those sexy bras and panties, kneeling in front of him, stroking his penis.
Even in the most ordinary places, and seeing underage boys, I can be reminded of sexual acts. As I walked past a gas station, I saw a man shoving a gas nozzle out of a car's fuel tank. That curved metal gas nozzle reminded me of the penis that had been inserted into my mouth, vagina, and anus last night.
At the intersection, a man on a large motorcycle was waiting at a red light, his two thick legs supporting him on either side. My eyes were fixed on his crotch, which was perched behind the gas tank, thinking about the large penis that had entered my body last night. Walking down the street, everything I saw reminded me of last night's debauchery.
And I couldn't—I simply couldn't!—escape these thoughts. My body felt as if it were still being pushed and pulled back by the men who had raped me behind me, and the large penises were still swaying in front of my face.
Feeling like I was on fire, I quickly returned to the hotel and ran into the bathroom for a cold shower. I didn't want to go to the restaurant, so I ordered room service. After eating, I picked up a book, but I couldn't concentrate on reading. I turned on the TV, flipping through the channels, but couldn't find anything I wanted to watch. My heart ached as if it were being scratched by a cat.
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After I knocked three times, Danny opened the door. He smiled when he saw me. I said, "You seemed to have said something this morning, like some of your friends wanted to hang out with me again?"
He didn't say anything, opened the door wide, stepped aside, and I went in.

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