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Straight Female / 55
My name is Rosa and my daughter writes this for me as I tell her. My husband & I are from central America and when we decided to rent a townhouse in a quiet, somewhat rural community, I never imagined how much it would change my life.
Our new home was next to a older, friendly, generous couple. We were happy to meet them. Like me, the lady is of a Spanish descent, her american husband warm & outwardly captivating. Introducing ourselves, I was immediately taken by the tall, handsome, retired, active man. When our eyes met for the first time, they stayed locked as if we were already connected. When we finally looked away, I found myself emotionally captive to him, as if his eyes had seen inside of me and delivered a message.
As we continued to talk to our new neighbors, my husband had a few questions regarding the community.
As our neighbor replied, he spoke with a concise dignity I had not seen in a man. His tone was compelling & deliberate. Uniquely, this man exuded a conquering aura of command and control. It served to boost his appeal.
Upon parting to our respective homes, my emotions were spinning and I had to sit down.
In the following, passing weeks, the couple would appear at our kitchen back door, sometimes with food she had made. We were grateful for their generosity.
Additionally, I would watch out the front window, admiring the mature man as he walked to & from his car. I had become stricken with him and thought of him often, especially as I lay in bed awake mornings. With my husband gone to work, I would lay there alone & imagine my neighbor's warmth as he lied closely with me.
As the months passed, we would see each other outside & acknowledge warmly. He always gave me a knowing smile as if he knew my emotional feelings. The point is he was mature enough to know he already possessed me. He had accurately read my weakness, expressions & disposition over those months to know. This of course was not anything his wife had perspective on. By the same token, I knew that he might decide to visit me at anytime.
My husband respected him well. I didn't try to hide my admiration for our neighbor[s].
I was alone in the house most days as I didn't drive anymore due to my heart disease & medication.
Furthermore, I'm sure they knew when I was home alone or not. One day when his wife was out, he visited me at the back door :
I let him in nervously as he asked me for a cup of coffee. As I began preparing it, I started trembling.
As he approached, I told him I needed my medication upstairs. I left and went to take it. Upon coming out of the bedroom bath, I found he had followed me upstairs in the event I needed help. When he closed the bedroom door & locked it behind him, I knew what that meant ; I was now his captive in my own bedroom!
I looked in our large bedroom mirror & saw him move toward me with cause and determination. Regardless of my will or choice, we both knew this day would arrive when he would consummate his possession of me. I had never felt this helpless before! It honestly didn't matter ; I accepted my fate. With him being so much taller and agile, I couldn't hope to resist. He grabbed my neck in one hand & turned me with the other. He kissed me long & deeply & I responded. He then twisted me around & kissed the back of my neck. My emotions were melting me. Braless, I suddenly felt my summer dress slip from my shoulders and fall to the floor. He quickly yanked my underwear to my feet. I was naked before him & felt him cup and hold my heavy e_cup breasts in his large hands.
He steered me to the bed and again with his hand to my throat, forced me onto my back roughly. Disrobing, he revealed his entire male nakedness, which being so different from my husbands, I was amazed to see. Every part of him was more definite and larger ; larger loins, hands, thighs, neck, AND larger penis and larger scrotum. I was nearly terrified and began sobbing as he mounted me and ground his body into mine. As he sucked & kissed my neck, I felt his fully erect, circumcised penis rubbing my parted thighs. I sobbed & cried as he went about fondling & squeezing my breasts, telling me I was now HIS. Fortunately I was wet as he forced his huge penis between my labia and into my vagina.
As I cried fully now, he went about his manly duty on me to achieve his orgasm & ejaculation. I was in another world, undescribed with emotion. His long, very thick manhood felt like it was everywhere at the same time. I felt it in my toes, in my knees, in my arms, in my hands, and even in my throat as if it was trying to choke me with every thrust he made. Soon my crying became just a part of me accepting his possession of me. At some point I felt his lunge and his warm ejaculate, which seemed endless. My tears somehow felt tied to the lake of semen he left at my cervix. He collapsed with his full weight upon me. At that point we both knew his semen served to cement him possessing me. He told me I was no longer my husband's ; I was HIS.
Then he told me he would be back for me next week and lifted himself to his knees. He asked me if I understood. When I did not reply, he slapped me twice & said "understand"?? I quickly nodded and pleaded with him.
As he dressed and left, he removed the house keys from the top of my purse and claimed them for his own.
From there, he found a way to appear weekly and take me upstairs. Whenever he came over, I would auto matically climb the stairs with him behind me, even when my daughter was there with her children. She understsnds the authority over women that some men command. Sometimes he determines that I must swallow all of his semen, even if I gag on it. He does not care. I am His.
Sometimes I feel as if my husband knows that our neighbor visits me and why. Since we rarely have marital sexual relations and he feels intimidated by our neighbor, he doesn't care if or how the man exploits me . When they have spoken outside I have heard the 2 men mention my name in conversation and my husband ask about me.
There is no conclusion or lesson from me here. As women, we cannot always determine our own best interest in our mature years. Some may see this as me being victimized or exploited however I will never second guess my fate. It was determined for me but that determination is what most women need to be made for them as they mature. Mine is what many women do or will wish for as they age. I am 'kept' by two [2] healthy men ; one provides me food, shelter, & dependence while the other provides me with the healthy, emotionally satisfying intimacy that only sexual relations can sustain. I reciprocate by giving one a happy household and the other one and only with the satisfaction of sexual release at any time.
Our new home was next to a older, friendly, generous couple. We were happy to meet them. Like me, the lady is of a Spanish descent, her american husband warm & outwardly captivating. Introducing ourselves, I was immediately taken by the tall, handsome, retired, active man. When our eyes met for the first time, they stayed locked as if we were already connected. When we finally looked away, I found myself emotionally captive to him, as if his eyes had seen inside of me and delivered a message.
As we continued to talk to our new neighbors, my husband had a few questions regarding the community.
As our neighbor replied, he spoke with a concise dignity I had not seen in a man. His tone was compelling & deliberate. Uniquely, this man exuded a conquering aura of command and control. It served to boost his appeal.
Upon parting to our respective homes, my emotions were spinning and I had to sit down.
In the following, passing weeks, the couple would appear at our kitchen back door, sometimes with food she had made. We were grateful for their generosity.
Additionally, I would watch out the front window, admiring the mature man as he walked to & from his car. I had become stricken with him and thought of him often, especially as I lay in bed awake mornings. With my husband gone to work, I would lay there alone & imagine my neighbor's warmth as he lied closely with me.
As the months passed, we would see each other outside & acknowledge warmly. He always gave me a knowing smile as if he knew my emotional feelings. The point is he was mature enough to know he already possessed me. He had accurately read my weakness, expressions & disposition over those months to know. This of course was not anything his wife had perspective on. By the same token, I knew that he might decide to visit me at anytime.
My husband respected him well. I didn't try to hide my admiration for our neighbor[s].
I was alone in the house most days as I didn't drive anymore due to my heart disease & medication.
Furthermore, I'm sure they knew when I was home alone or not. One day when his wife was out, he visited me at the back door :
I let him in nervously as he asked me for a cup of coffee. As I began preparing it, I started trembling.
As he approached, I told him I needed my medication upstairs. I left and went to take it. Upon coming out of the bedroom bath, I found he had followed me upstairs in the event I needed help. When he closed the bedroom door & locked it behind him, I knew what that meant ; I was now his captive in my own bedroom!
I looked in our large bedroom mirror & saw him move toward me with cause and determination. Regardless of my will or choice, we both knew this day would arrive when he would consummate his possession of me. I had never felt this helpless before! It honestly didn't matter ; I accepted my fate. With him being so much taller and agile, I couldn't hope to resist. He grabbed my neck in one hand & turned me with the other. He kissed me long & deeply & I responded. He then twisted me around & kissed the back of my neck. My emotions were melting me. Braless, I suddenly felt my summer dress slip from my shoulders and fall to the floor. He quickly yanked my underwear to my feet. I was naked before him & felt him cup and hold my heavy e_cup breasts in his large hands.
He steered me to the bed and again with his hand to my throat, forced me onto my back roughly. Disrobing, he revealed his entire male nakedness, which being so different from my husbands, I was amazed to see. Every part of him was more definite and larger ; larger loins, hands, thighs, neck, AND larger penis and larger scrotum. I was nearly terrified and began sobbing as he mounted me and ground his body into mine. As he sucked & kissed my neck, I felt his fully erect, circumcised penis rubbing my parted thighs. I sobbed & cried as he went about fondling & squeezing my breasts, telling me I was now HIS. Fortunately I was wet as he forced his huge penis between my labia and into my vagina.
As I cried fully now, he went about his manly duty on me to achieve his orgasm & ejaculation. I was in another world, undescribed with emotion. His long, very thick manhood felt like it was everywhere at the same time. I felt it in my toes, in my knees, in my arms, in my hands, and even in my throat as if it was trying to choke me with every thrust he made. Soon my crying became just a part of me accepting his possession of me. At some point I felt his lunge and his warm ejaculate, which seemed endless. My tears somehow felt tied to the lake of semen he left at my cervix. He collapsed with his full weight upon me. At that point we both knew his semen served to cement him possessing me. He told me I was no longer my husband's ; I was HIS.
Then he told me he would be back for me next week and lifted himself to his knees. He asked me if I understood. When I did not reply, he slapped me twice & said "understand"?? I quickly nodded and pleaded with him.
As he dressed and left, he removed the house keys from the top of my purse and claimed them for his own.
From there, he found a way to appear weekly and take me upstairs. Whenever he came over, I would auto matically climb the stairs with him behind me, even when my daughter was there with her children. She understsnds the authority over women that some men command. Sometimes he determines that I must swallow all of his semen, even if I gag on it. He does not care. I am His.
Sometimes I feel as if my husband knows that our neighbor visits me and why. Since we rarely have marital sexual relations and he feels intimidated by our neighbor, he doesn't care if or how the man exploits me . When they have spoken outside I have heard the 2 men mention my name in conversation and my husband ask about me.
There is no conclusion or lesson from me here. As women, we cannot always determine our own best interest in our mature years. Some may see this as me being victimized or exploited however I will never second guess my fate. It was determined for me but that determination is what most women need to be made for them as they mature. Mine is what many women do or will wish for as they age. I am 'kept' by two [2] healthy men ; one provides me food, shelter, & dependence while the other provides me with the healthy, emotionally satisfying intimacy that only sexual relations can sustain. I reciprocate by giving one a happy household and the other one and only with the satisfaction of sexual release at any time.
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