My special hobbies

My wife and I were high school classmates, went to university together, and got married after graduation. It's been nine years since 2008. Many netizens, upon hearing our age, immediately advise me not to start dating. Many older people think it's impulsive for a couple married for two or three years to be dating. Actually, we've been together longer than many people born in the 80s. We've experienced breakups and reconciliations, long-distance relationships, but we've overcome them all, and our relationship has always been strong. Sometimes my wife asks me, "Honey, if someone else takes my body, are you really willing to let it go?" I answer, "No, but everyone only has one life. I just want the person I love to enjoy life. When we're old and gray, holding hands and looking back on our lives, besides both of us deeply loving each other, our memories will be full of stories." My wife then says, "Women are emotional creatures; they change." I say, "I'm not afraid, at least you won't." My wife is a year older than me and has always taken good care of me like an older sister. I feel that meeting her is the greatest happiness of my life.
The first time my wife and I were together, I couldn't find the right spot, so she helped me penetrate. She was 20 and I was 19. Later, I found out she wasn't a virgin, but I didn't care. She tried to explain, saying it was because of exercise, and so on. Honestly, I didn't care at all. Back in my student days, there was a popular, somewhat naive saying: "I love you, your heart, your past. I can't care about your present and future." I said that to my wife, and she still feels guilty about it, though I never mention it.
From then on, we'd be together whenever we had the chance. We even set a record of 12 times in one night in cheap hotels, and we'd had sex outdoors. Whenever conditions allowed, we'd make love constantly. Then, in 2013, I stumbled upon couples' dating on a forum called Tianya, and I became completely obsessed. From curiosity to infatuation, I eventually tried it with my partner. It was at this point that I suddenly realized my preferences were rather unusual. All my close friends are middle-aged couples who have a strong interest in mature, voluptuous women. Looking at their large breasts, wide hips, and elegant faces always stirs my emotions. A quick search on Baidu revealed this is called an Oedipus complex, and many people share this interest. At 24, the guilt I felt was gone; I used to think my heart was dirty.

I'm attracted to mature, beautiful women over 40. I often see elegantly dressed, confident women on the street, and looking at their high breasts and full hips, I can't help but have wild fantasies. My attraction to mature women isn't just pure lust. Most people might think that releasing my pent-up desires on a mature woman's body is a drug, driven by a strong sense of conquest. But that's not the case. I love mature bodies, I love kissing every inch of mature skin, I love kissing a mature vulva, tasting its delicious juices, I love its dark labia and brown anus. Later, I tried to find such partners. It was a long process, but I finally found three. That feeling is unforgettable. Later, due to a job change, they became just memories.

I enjoy embracing mature bodies; it feels reassuring and warm. Maturity is a life experience, an accumulation. Mature women possess an inherent charm that is captivating, never pretentious. I remember the first time I met an auntie at a hot pot restaurant. She asked me why I liked this, but I didn't answer. I asked her why she wanted to see me, but she didn't answer either. When I kissed her black vulva and brown anus, she held my head and said, "Don't stop. I haven't felt like this in years." Indeed, I liked it. I liked watching such a beautiful body cry out so passionately under the teasing of my tongue. I tasted the delicious juices and possessed her. Later, another auntie asked me, "What if you don't have sex? Would you be willing to just lick?" I answered yes. She was skeptical, saying that I would scream and moan when I felt good, and that I would get wet. I said it was okay, I would drink all the fluid, and just enjoy it. After we met, her leather pants immediately aroused me. She hesitated for a long time and said, "You're not lying to me, are you?" I said no. The auntie said again, "Don't you like licking? I haven't washed for three days, are you still going to lick?" I hugged the auntie's plump buttocks and pressed my nose tightly against them, smelling for a long time. The auntie stroked my head like she would a child. The strong fishy smell, urine, and secretions were surprisingly captivating. Later, under my tongue assault, the auntie indeed cried out loudly and even sprayed urine, which I drank. From then on, the auntie called me son, but I never penetrated her body. I never asked for it, and the auntie never gave any indication. Her surname was He, and she was 49 years old. Occasionally, she would ask me, "Don't you feel like you're losing out?" I said I wasn't losing out; I had tasted Auntie He's flavor, and Auntie He was my goddess. She said, "When I was young, I was also a great beauty, and many people pursued me." She was telling the truth. She was proud and had good taste; from her clothing to her daily life, she never skimped on herself. She talked to me mostly about entertainment gossip, Running Man, and tea. She never tells me about her family. During the year we were together, she gave me the most wonderful experiences. We only had one point of disagreement: she said, "I call you son, you should call me mom." I said, "Can't I call you auntie?" She said no. I said, "I have a mother, I can't just call anyone that. If not, then be my godmother," and she agreed. I asked her why I couldn't have sex with her. She said it was her principle, her whole life, she was getting old, this was her bottom line, and that made her feel pure.

I guess many people would find me hard to understand. My wife is the same. I once discussed with her finding a middle-aged couple, but she firmly disagreed. She likes younger men. This is probably our only disagreement. I haven't dared to tell her I have such a strong preference for mature women, and even now, she doesn't know. I like that strong, pungent smell, I like mature, warm bodies. Every woman who holds my head and enjoys my tongue moans ecstatically—that's my greatest pleasure. At the beginning of the year, I moved to Yinchuan due to a job change. It's a strange city, and finding a gentle, affectionate older woman like me is difficult. Some might ask why I don't like young girls; I can only say they're too naive and don't understand life. Some people immediately ask for red envelopes or gifts of clothes and cosmetics, but I always delete them. I'm not stingy, but what I give and what you ask for are two different things. Money may seem vulgar, but it reveals people's true nature. Don't turn the most beautiful things in the world into transactions.

Recently, business at my company has entered its off-season, giving me time to reflect on and record my experiences over the past few years. I've read many stories written by friends; let's share them together.

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