Mature wife of 20 years

"How much do you really love me?"
my wife, Terri, whom I've been married to for 20 years, asked me.
That morning, we brewed a pot of strong coffee and sat chatting in the sunny house. My wife asked a question that many men dread answering yet are forced to, and I was no exception. I sat across from Terri, pondering how to answer her.
"More importantly,"
she continued, "how much do you trust me?"
I knew I was in deep trouble, but I could only answer truthfully, and if she wasn't satisfied, I could only await her punishment.
"I love you very much, and I trust you completely, so what?"
Now it was her turn to mutter to herself. She was silent for a moment, then asked, "Is your trust enough for me to act on my fantasies?"
I didn't know what she was going to say next, because in all our years of marriage, we had never discussed fantasies. First, I didn't have any fantasies that I felt the need to solemnly declare, and second, I couldn't be sure what kind of fantasies she had.
"How am I supposed to answer that question? I don't even know what you want, how can I give you a simple yes?"
She stared intently into my eyes. "Why not? Didn't you say you trust me completely?"
"But your question is too broad, my dear. Trust that you won't do anything that would ruin our marriage? Trust that you won't do anything that would hurt my love for you? Trust that you left me for five years to discover yourself—to find the real you—and then come back to me? I need to know what you want."
She looked at me for a long time, then said, "The first two things you listed basically cover what I want to do. I want you to agree to do what I've always wanted to do, but haven't done because I love you so much. I want you to agree to have sex with other men, and believe that it won't hurt our marriage, and it won't hurt your love for me."
I was shocked and embarrassed. I mean, how am I supposed to answer such a damn question? I stammered for a long time, still speechless, just staring at her sitting across from me.
Finally, I replied, "I never knew you had such fantasies about sleeping with other men. Generally speaking, a married woman sleeping with another man will definitely hurt her marriage, so how can you say that won't hurt my love for you?"
"Once you do that, only God knows if things will change in the future, and I can't guarantee that I'll still like, let alone love, my wife after she comes back from another man's bed. I think you should explain your thoughts to me from the beginning and tell me everything you're thinking." Terri
was a virgin when she married me. Oh, right, she did have some sexual experience, though—she had masturbated and performed oral sex a few times with a male classmate in high school—but she steadfastly protected her virginity until her wedding night.
However, after the wedding, she was always bothered by the fact that she hadn't slept with another man before marriage.
She often heard her friends talk about their boyfriends, lovers, and husbands, and the more they talked, the more she felt she had missed out.
She started fantasizing about having affairs with men she knew or had met. After meeting a man, she would imagine what he would be like in bed, what his penis would look like, and then she would fantasize about having sex with him. She had these fantasies for the past five years. But they were just fantasies; she never intended to make them real until last night.
Last night, we went to a Halloween party. Terri dressed up as "Jenny" (like "Jenny from My Dreams"), and I dressed up as "Zorro."
Terri's costume was practically a replica of Barbara Eden's outfit at a fashion show, but Terri's was much shorter, exposing her entire navel. Her neckline was very low, almost completely exposing her 36C breasts. She was quite the center of attention at the party.
The party was very fun, but I couldn't be with Terri all the time. As at every party, there was a long line of men wanting to ask Terri to dance, so whenever the music started, Terri would be embraced and twirled around on the dance floor by one man or another. In fact, because her 36C breasts were almost completely exposed this time, she attracted even more attention and received even more invitations than before.
I sat in my seat and could see her dancing, but I couldn't see what she did when she wasn't dancing. When Terri left our seats to dance, I would sometimes chat with the people around me, and during the breaks in the music, Terri would follow the man who had invited her back to his seat.
I felt I shouldn't have let her dance with other men so readily, because her clothes and exposed breasts were bound to arouse their lustful thoughts. At her dance partners' seats, they offered her drinks and then groped her all over. Terri had drunk too much, and she seemed to enjoy the men's touches.
During another break in the music, two men led Terri away from the dance hall, saying they wanted her to "get some fresh air."
They kissed and caressed her on the balcony outside, a kiss that excited Terri, who swayed her head from side to side, alternating between kissing the two men.
As Terri became increasingly aroused, one of the men unzipped his pants, pulled out his erect penis, and forced Terri's hand onto it. Terri pulled her hand away, but he immediately grabbed it again, and Terri pulled away once more.
Meanwhile, the other man continued to kiss Terri's lips and fondle her breasts, further arousing her. So, when the man placed her hand on his penis for the third time, Terri did not resist him.
Then, the other man also pulled out his penis, grabbed Terri's other hand, and placed it on his penis as well. Thus, Terri stood between the two strange men, alternating between kissing them while frantically stroking two thick penises.
This was the first time Terri had held another man's penis since our marriage. She desperately craved sex, a fact she knew, and so did the two men. So, the two men launched an even more aggressive attack, forcefully kissing her and demanding she thrust harder on their penises. One of the men even reached into Terri's crotch and inserted a finger into her vagina.
Terri opened her mouth, taking the stranger's tongue in, moaning softly, her lower body moving back and forth, hoping the finger would go deeper.
Tormented by the flames of lust, Terri couldn't control her actions. When the two men forced her to kneel before them, she didn't resist; instead, she obediently opened her mouth and took one of the men's filthy, foul-smelling penis into her mouth.
Just as the man was about to ejaculate into her mouth, Terri suddenly snapped back to reality, realizing what she was doing. She abruptly shook off the man's hand holding her head, stood up, pushed the two men away, and ran back to the dance hall.
Terri ran back to the dance hall, searching everywhere for me, but couldn't find me for a moment. Then, a man grabbed her, poured her a drink, and dragged her onto the dance floor. About an hour later, I found Terri on the dance floor and told her it was getting late and we should go home.
In the hour between her returning to the dance hall and me finding her, she was harassed by more than a dozen men. They touched her body, kissed her lips, and after being taken back to her seat, she was finger-raped twice and masturbated by five or six men. She also refused their more lewd advances seven times. Fortunately, it was a public place, and no man was bold enough to rape her on the spot.
On the way home, she only said that she was very excited by the atmosphere of the party and wanted to get home and have sex with me immediately, but she didn't tell me anything about being molested by so many men. After returning home, Terri acted very wildly, and we had sex four times in a row until she was exhausted and she could no longer make me erect.
It seems that the lively and crazy party last night had indeed ignited Terri's long-dormant desire and prompted her to put her long-accumulated sexual fantasies into practice. After she told me everything that happened last night, I asked her, "Do you really want me to agree to you doing that?"
She looked me in the eyes and said sincerely, "I hope you'll at least seriously consider it."
I did need to seriously consider it. At first, I wondered what the hell was wrong with my wife, that she was fantasizing about having an affair after 10 years of marriage. Then, I thought that although Terri had done so many outrageous things at the party, she hadn't hidden anything from me, which meant she still cared about me, about our marriage, and about our home.
Then, I thought about what would happen if Terri really slept with another man. What if she met the wrong person and something bad happened to her?
Of course, I was thinking about myself the most. How would I face it if I knew that Terri had given her beautiful, sexy, and voluptuous body to a stranger? What if that man was much better than me, and Terri wanted to continue the relationship with him? I even thought about penis size.
As the saying goes, the bigger the better. My penis is just average size, but what if the man she finds has a large, thick penis that women adore, and she, as the saying goes, believes the bigger the better? Would she still come back to me?
Thinking it over, I suddenly realized that my worries were entirely from my own perspective. Why hadn't I considered her perspective? Did I love her deeply enough to give her the special gift she wanted?
My heart hesitated before answering that I loved her deeply enough, but I was also filled with so many fears and worries. Did I trust her enough to believe that no matter what happened, our love and marriage would remain unchanged? I really couldn't answer. I knew what she said was what she truly thought, but would she really do it?
The atmosphere at dinner was somewhat somber; we both ate in silence. Just as I asked Terri to hand me some mashed potatoes, I broke the silence and asked, "How do you plan to make your fantasy come true?"
She looked at me blankly, then suddenly understood what I was asking and said, "You agree to let me do it?"
"I'm not sure yet, but if I agree, how do you plan to do it?"
She was silent for a moment, then said, "I haven't thought too much about it, because I never expected you to agree."
"Then, please think it over carefully. If you have a mature idea, we can discuss it further."
She stared at me for a full minute, then pushed back her chair and stood up.
"I know what I want now."
Saying this, she began to undress.
The food on the table grew cold, but we grew hotter and hotter in bed. Finally, we both fell asleep, exhausted. In my dream, I saw Terri standing between two men, holding a penis in each hand and vigorously stroking it.
The men became increasingly excited under her stimulation, and large amounts of semen gushed out of the penises in her hands.
When I woke up the next morning, the scene from my dream was still vividly before my eyes. I knew I had agreed to let Terri fulfill her fantasy. Terri was still fast asleep. I rolled over and straddled her, inserting my hard penis into her very wet vagina and thrusting vigorously. Terri was awakened by my thrusting. She looked at me and smiled, asking, "What's wrong with you lately? So much energy?"
"Because I keep thinking about other men entering your body."
She lifted her legs and wrapped them around mine, pushing my body towards hers, saying, "You're talking about the most wonderful thing in the world."
Since it was the weekend, we lingered in bed until noon before getting up. By then, Terri could no longer make me erect. Terri asked me why I had suddenly said yes to her idea of fulfilling her sexual fantasies. I told her about the dream I had last night and said that I couldn't erase those images from my mind.
"So, how would you feel if I knelt in front of them and sucked their penises, and then let them ejaculate in my mouth? Oh, is that what I was talking about?"
Terri said.
Terri's eyes were fixed on my penis, and surprisingly, it was erect again. What was going on? Why was I reacting so strongly to Terri's suggestion of sucking another man's penis and swallowing another man's semen?
Terri pushed me down onto the bed again, and we started making love again. We made love wildly in bed all day long until we fell asleep exhausted at night.
Monday night, when I got home from work, Terri pounced on me and kissed me passionately.
"Why are you kissing me so passionately?"
I asked.
"To let me fulfill my fantasies."
"Have you thought about what to do?"
Terri giggled and said, "He just left. If you had come back five minutes earlier, you would have seen him. Do you want to see?"
As she spoke, she lifted the hem of her skirt, and I saw that she wasn't wearing anything underneath. Her vulva was wet, her pubic hair was matted and sticking together, and several streaks of semen ran from her vagina down her inner thighs.
"Can my wet vagina make you hard? Let me see."
With that, she lifted her skirt, turned around, and knelt before me. Her vulva, recently penetrated by another man, was red and swollen, her purplish-red labia turned outwards, and a drop of white semen rested at the entrance.
I quickly stripped off my clothes, flipped her over, and began thrusting wildly.
We made love frantically right in front of my house. This was the first time I'd ejaculated twice in such a short time; I couldn't believe how excited I was.
I knew my penis was soaked in another man's semen, and that feeling drove me to the peak of frenzied desire. I ejaculated inside Terri's vagina, but I didn't pull out; I continued thrusting inside her. This post-ejaculation-without-giving-and-fucking-again act was something we'd never done in all our years of marriage.
Terri couldn't take it anymore from my fucking. She pushed me away and said, "This floor is hurting my back, let's go to the bed, okay?"
On the bed in the bedroom, I made her kneel there, and I penetrated her from behind, continuing to fuck her hard. She groaned loudly, and I said, "God, I never imagined I'd marry such a slut like you!"
Terri said, "Do you love a slut like me, darling? Come on, fuck me hard, like he fucked me just now, darling, fuck me hard, fuck me until I forget him."
After ejaculating again, I felt very tired, and my penis was throbbing. I pulled out of Terri's body and rolled over onto the bed. Terri got up and took my limp penis into her mouth, sucking on it as she said, "Come on, darling, get hard. You've only fucked me twice, and he's fucked me five times. Come on, darling, you have to fuck me until I forget him, you have to drive away the feeling of him fucking me from my mind. Come on, darling, get hard. You have to fuck me again until I completely forget him."
Goodness, to fuck her until I forget him, I'd have to fuck her six times, but my record is only four times in one night, I'm really powerless. Even with Terri's penis in my mouth, I was almost falling asleep. I was just too tired, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't get me hard again.
During sex, Terri told me what had happened.
After I left for work, Terri seriously thought about our conversation over the weekend. She was convinced that after a whole day of deep thought, I genuinely agreed to let her pursue her fantasy.
So, she decided to take action that day. She found the phone number a man had given her at the party and called to ask when he could come to her house for a rendezvous. The man replied that he wouldn't be available until Wednesday. Terri said this was her only chance; if he didn't come, she would find someone else.
The man asked her when she wanted him to arrive, and Terri said it depended on how long he could last; the longer he could last, the earlier he should arrive, until half an hour before she got home from work. The man said he would be there soon.
Twenty minutes later, the man arrived, and then he and my wife were in bed together from 11 a.m. to 4:45 p.m.
Just as Terri was taking the man's limp penis into her mouth, trying to make it hard again, she noticed that I would be home in 15 minutes. She told the man to get up quickly and leave. Just five minutes later, I entered the house.
Finally, just as we were about to fall asleep, Terri asked me, "You don't hate me, do you?"
I laughed and said, "Can you find any evidence that I hated you in the past five hours?"
Terri giggled and said, "If I had known my affair would excite you this much, I should have cheated on you years ago."
The next morning, the alarm clock woke us up. Just as I got up to turn off the alarm, Terri grabbed my penis again.
"God, you damn woman, aren't you done yet?"
I yelled.
She laughed. "I haven't had enough for the past three days, darling."
She said, playing with my limp penis. "I figured this little thing might not get hard, so I was prepared."
I looked down at her hand playing with my penis and asked, "What do you mean?"
"I didn't tell you all the details of my sex with that man. I kept some details to myself, so I could tell you when you couldn't get hard this morning."
"Oh, what details could make me hard again?"
"I gave him my first anal sex, darling. I let him put his big cock in my ass."
Oh, her words almost drove me crazy! Just as I was about to speak, Terri said again, "Look, it's up!"
Indeed, my penis, which had been so limp it couldn't stand, was now erect, the glans pointing upwards.
Terri never allowed me to anal sex, but she had given her first time to a stranger—how could this not drive me mad? How could I resist such stimulation? I was both angry and excited, glaring at her body, my face flushed.
Seeing the angry look on my face, Terri said, "Oh, darling, don't be angry. The only reason I let him fuck my anus was because his dick was so small, much smaller than yours. But, to be honest, I really like his little dick, darling, I really love it." "
He came twice in my anus, darling. He's developed me so you can use my asshole whenever you want in the future, isn't that good? Don't be angry, now you fuck my anus, darling. Come on, use your big dick to enjoy this horny asshole that's been developed by another man, okay?"
I was really angry, but I was even more excited, and I thrust into her anus violently like a rape. Terri cried out loudly as I fucked her, repeatedly shouting in pain. But I knew that she had confessed those details to me to stimulate my lust, and she was prepared for me to rape her so violently.
So, I continued to thrust violently, and her cries slowly turned into moans, into groans of enjoyment and comfort. I fucked her hard for a long time before ejaculating into her anus.
In the past four days, I'd fucked Terri far more often than in the past two months, and each time it took me a long time to ejaculate. When I finally pulled my penis out of Terri's anus, she collapsed onto the bed, motionless, and said, "I probably won't be able to walk today. And I definitely won't be able to sit down. Honey, were you excited? Did you enjoy it?"
I patted her buttocks, told her to rest, and then went to take a shower. While eating breakfast, I asked her, "What surprises are you going to give me today?"
Terri looked at me with a puzzled expression, unsure of what I was talking about. I had to press further, "Are you going to see him again today?"
"No, no. I told him we'd only do it once, and he thought it was just a fit of pique. Besides, I've already fulfilled my fantasy. From now on, I'm going to be your obedient little woman."
Terri looked at my expression and knew what I was thinking. My question had also reminded her, so she added, "Oh, okay, I think I should pick another man on my list."
I was silent for a few minutes, then asked, "Can you really be that wanton?"
At five o'clock in the afternoon, I returned home on time, a large bulge in my pants. The house was quiet. I called out loudly, "Hey, Terri, I'm home."
No one answered. I went into the kitchen. Terri wasn't there, but I found a note on the table that read: "Dinner's in the microwave. He's too scared to come home again, afraid you'll catch him. I went to a hotel to meet him, so I might be back late."
"If you're asleep when I get back, I'll suck your penis to wake you up and give you a passionate moment. If you come home on time, then when you read this note, he'll be fucking me hard." "
Now, I can answer your question: Yes, I can be a very slutty woman. But I am your slutty woman, completely your slutty woman. Please remember that. Love, Terri. P.S., I have five men on my list. Can I have sex with them all? Please think carefully before you answer me."
I ate dinner alone, tidied everything up, and waited quietly for my wife to return. I hoped she wouldn't keep me waiting too long.

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