I have a secret I can never tell my husband. I can't remember when it started, but somehow, I became fascinated by the abnormal act of exposure. As a married woman, I finally took the risk and engaged in exposure masturbation. The thrill of possibly being seen during my solo exposure play was irresistible. I also developed a fantasy of being assaulted, and now I'm just a perverted housewife. There wasn't any particular trigger; I might have just realized my own fetish. However, in reality, the fantasy of being assaulted is scary, and I'm satisfied with just imagining it. That day, in the early afternoon, I went to a secluded spot I had noticed before, about a 30-minute drive into the mountains. It was a simple place with no playground equipment, possibly an observation deck. There were no houses around, and even during the day, it was deserted. I laid a sheet behind a bench in a roofed rest area, took off my underwear, and indulged in the pleasure of exposure masturbation with a vibrator I had brought. I inserted one of the two thin rotors into my rear, placed the vibrator in my front, and stimulated my sensitive areas while imagining being assaulted and having my body violated. Suddenly, I heard a rustling sound. Startled, I saw a man in his 30s or 40s in work clothes standing there, excited. Before I could escape, I was attacked and assaulted in reality. "Are you a pervert, lady?" "You must be a frustrated wife." "We're pent up too, so we'll take care of you, old lady." They said things like that while forcing me to perform acts. I resisted, but they were strong and it was impossible. Soon, more people arrived. They noticed the rotor in my rear and said, "You feel it there too, don't you?" It was embarrassing because it was true. I was forcibly taken, and even after one person finished, the assault didn't stop. The rotor was removed, and the vibrator was inserted into my rear. I was forced to perform acts until they recovered, while being stimulated in ways I had never felt before. I lost myself in the overwhelming sensations. It was what I had wished for, a double assault. Even though I was exhausted, they were relentless, and I think they finished four times. I was humiliated, covered in their fluids. The attackers laughed and said, "You were great, lady." "If you want to do it again, we'll be here." They left, laughing. Since then, I've been too scared to engage in exposure or outdoor activities. But I still think about that time and engage in personal activities. Recently, despite the fear, I've been thinking about going back to that park where it happened. I might truly be losing my mind. Female perspective erotic experience story, original by a woman with strong desires.

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