I am a 43-year-old housewife (alias: Mary). My husband is a 53-year-old office worker.
We have been married for 20 years, but we have not been blessed with children and still live together as a couple.
My husband seemed to have given up on having children after he turned 40, and we have been sexless for over 10 years.
I was still in my early 30s at the time and was in my prime, so I endured it by masturbating alone.
(My face is average, my body has become a bit chubby recently, and I have a slightly baby-faced look, so I appear younger.)
That kind of life continued, and I thought it was normal. As the internet became widespread, I, who had free time during the day, started researching various things online, including erotic topics. That's when I learned that people in their 40s still engage in sexual activities.
Among the things I read, I found a post saying that masturbating outdoors gives a great sense of liberation and feels amazing.
I didn't have the courage to try dating sites, so I decided to try masturbating outdoors in secret.
My husband always comes home late, around 11 PM, and he eats out, so I am usually asleep.
(I started this as a way to relieve the boredom of my dull daily life.)
That night, after 8 PM, I put a vibrator and a rotor in my bag, wore a flared skirt for easy access, and went to a nearby park.
The park is quite large with many trees, so the inside is not visible from the road.
I decided to masturbate on a bench surrounded by bushes (it was dark and hidden by the bushes, so I couldn't be seen).
When I lifted my skirt and pulled down my panties, I was already soaking wet. Just placing the rotor on my clitoris made me feel like I was about to climax.
When I slowly inserted the vibrator afterward, I couldn't help but say, "Ah, yes. Please, more."
My private parts were oozing sticky fluid that dripped down my thighs. I climaxed within five minutes.
I stopped there for the night and went home early. When I entered my apartment, my heart was pounding with excitement.
I climaxed once more at home, took a bath, and went to bed.
The next day, around 8 PM, I felt excited again for some reason and found myself heading to the park. This continued almost every day (I think it became a habit), and after about a week, I had a desire to feel even more excited, so I moved to a different spot.
While searching for a new spot, I kept the vibrator inside me under my skirt.
Even at night, there were occasionally people jogging or talking.
I decided to start on a bench near a popular spot where I could almost be seen but not quite.
The excitement was indescribable, and I climaxed quickly. I looked around to see if anyone saw me, but there was no one.
One day, I went to the park during the day on my way back from shopping (a sort of reconnaissance?).
The park looked completely different during the day. The spot where I usually masturbated was filled with children.
I wondered what the deeper part of the park looked like, so I went further in and saw a blue tarp in the woods.
When I got closer, I realized it was a homeless encampment. There were about ten makeshift homes made of cardboard and blue tarps.
There was no one around. I had lived here for ten years but didn't know homeless people lived there. I felt a bit excited.
What if I masturbated here...
That night, I prepared to go out as usual. However, that day, I wore a shorter skirt and decided not to wear panties.
By the time I reached the usual bench, I was already ready! Moreover, since I wasn't wearing panties, the slippery fluid was dripping down my thighs. I climaxed immediately after inserting the vibrator.
Usually, I would go home after that, but that day, I couldn't stop thinking about the homeless people in the back. I taped the vibrator in place and headed deeper into the park. I peeked through the bushes and saw several figures.
Unlike during the day, quite a few people were gathered and talking.
The thought of masturbating there made me unable to resist, and I started masturbating on the spot. What if someone saw me?
I was more excited than ever and climaxed with the vibrator in and out, moaning, "Ah, yes."
Just as I said, "Please, put it in my pussy!" a man's voice said, "Alright, I'll put it in."
When I looked ahead, a man was standing in the bushes in front of me.
Me: "Who are you? No, it's not what you think."
Man: "Not what I think? Come here, you slut."
Me: "No, please let me go."
The man took me to his home (a makeshift greenhouse). He was in his 50s, with a scruffy beard and messy hair, and he smelled of sweat.
Me: "I'll scream!"
Man: "Go ahead. No one will hear you! Even if someone comes, it'll be one of my buddies."
Me: "You don't know that."
Man: "This is the homeless territory! Normal people don't come here at night."
Man: "You're pent up, aren't you? Let me help you."
Me: "No, I'm not pent up..."
The man lifted my skirt and started licking my pussy. "Ah, yes," it felt so good! It had been a long time since I felt a man's touch.
Since I had been climaxing so much earlier, I couldn't resist anymore.
The man licked me all over, played with the vibrator, and told me to suck his cock. It was huge!
It was at least twice the size of my husband's. I had never seen anything like it. It was bigger than the vibrator and filled my mouth completely.
As soon as it entered my mouth, the smell hit me... a concentrated mix of sweat and a man's unique scent.
Man: "How is it? Big, right? I'm proud of it. I haven't bathed in two weeks, so clean it for me."
Me: "Mmm, gooo!"
Man: "Do you have a husband?"
Me: "Yes, I do."
Man: "Really? Whose is bigger, your husband's or mine?"
Me: "Yours is bigger."
He pulled out of my mouth, removed the vibrator from my pussy, and inserted his cock. "Ah, yes."
It was amazing. I felt like I was going crazy! I climaxed as soon as he entered. He kept thrusting, and I climaxed multiple times until he finished.
After he pulled out, he said, "Come back again. I'll be waiting," and let me go. When I got home, I was exhausted. I took a bath and felt excited thinking about what had happened.
The next night, the memory of the previous night came back to me. But... no! I tried to suppress myself and went to bed early. My husband was off the next day, so I couldn't go out at night... The desire grew stronger, and it was painful.
Even though it had only been two days since that night, it felt like a month to me.
On Sunday afternoon,
Husband: "I'm going on a business trip starting tomorrow... I'll be gone for a week."
Me: "Really? Where are you going?"
Husband: "To the South. I'm leaving the day before, so I'll be leaving in the evening."
Me: "What? You should have told me earlier!"
Husband: "It's not a big deal! I've already packed, so you won't be inconvenienced."
Me: "I guess so... What about dinner?"
Husband: "I don't need it. I'll leave at 4 PM and eat with the manager."
In the evening, my husband left early, and I had free time again. As soon as he left, I felt excited for some reason.
All I could think about was that man's cock! Before I knew it, I was in the bedroom, changing clothes.
I wore something more revealing than usual... I couldn't stop myself even though I knew it was wrong.
Without panties, I finished my grocery shopping and headed to the park by 6 PM. By that time, there were few people around.
The deeper part of the park was empty. When I reached the man's home, I whispered, "Good evening." The man poked his head out.
Man: "Oh, you came. I thought you wouldn't come back. Come in."
Me: "I couldn't help it."
I went inside and handed the man a bento box, saying it was dinner. The man said, "Thanks," and started eating voraciously.
After we finished eating together, the man said, "You look sexy today!" and lifted my skirt.
"You're not wearing panties again! You're already wet," he said and started licking my pussy.
I thought, "This is what I was waiting for." My sexual desire exploded. I climaxed multiple times.
I went crazy with the man's thick cock inside me. When he realized I wanted it, he tied my hands and started fingering my anus.
I couldn't resist anymore and obeyed. The man told me to wait and came back with something.
He started inserting something into my anus. "No, what are you putting in?" I asked, and he said, "Just be quiet."
Then I felt a stomach ache and said, "I'm sorry, I need to go." He took me to the toilet, and I relieved myself.
He repeated the process of inserting and removing the object several times.
When we returned to his home, he started inserting his cock into my anus. "It hurts!" It was quite painful. But the man inserted it slowly.
Once it was fully in, the pain subsided. The man started moving slowly, and I felt it hitting my intestines! In that position, he played with my clitoris, and I felt it again. The sensation in my anus was also pleasurable.
After about an hour, both the man and I were exhausted, and we rested naked before I went home.
The next day, I headed to the man's home again. He greeted me with a smile, saying he had been waiting.
I had become this man's woman. After dinner, he gave me an enema and violated both my front and back. I started to enjoy the feeling in my anus.
I told the man, "My husband is on a business trip and won't be back for a week!" He said, "Then we can take our time," and left.
After a while, he returned and said, "Everyone wants to be clean! Please help." Then, one by one, men started coming in.
I said, "No, not so many..." but the men pounced on me.
Even though I had climaxed enough with the first man, the others kept coming, and I was covered in semen, sucking dirty cocks. Semen was flowing from both my pussy and anus.
Was this what I wanted? More, more... I was violated until morning.
From that day on, I became the sex toy for ten men. They shaved my pubic hair, and after they finished, they made me crawl naked around the park and pee on trees.
Man: "You're our pet now! Understand?"
Me: "Yes, master."
During the week my husband was on a business trip, I was violated in the park at night and in my apartment during the day. I had become a woman who craved it 24/7.
They seemed worried that I might leave my husband, so they continued to violate me secretly.
I have no regrets. My married life was lonely and unneeded by society. But now, there are many men who need a woman in her 40s like me. I'm not lonely anymore.
Some of the homeless men even found jobs and returned to society, thanks to meeting me (though they still come to me at night for my body...).
I'm a bit worried about being seen by neighbors during my naked walks at night... but even then, I get excited and wet.
My husband hasn't noticed anything. We're still sexless, and he doesn't know I'm shaved.
It's been a year since this lifestyle started. There are women like me in the world!
