Confessions of a Chinese Grandmother

I know I shouldn't be writing such drivel, the grandmother that I am. And worse, I know I shouldn't be having such thoughts and behaving as I have been behaving lately. But I can't help it. I look at males and I want to immediately spread my legs for them. This is certainly not behavior that is becoming of a 72 year old Chinese grandmother, I am well aware, and certainly not one that is expected of a mother of two grown sons, both successful and with their own families. It also is not becoming behavior for a wife of fifty-some years, whose husband is still in love with her and finds her sexually attractive. Harry loves me and I love him back. This is a basic fact.  But of late, I have had sudden intense urges to take males to my matrimonial bed and have prolonged and loud coitus with them, and I don't know what I can do to stop it.

Harry is well aware of my sudden strange surge in my sexual appetite and is a bit perplexed. We have always fantasized about having an orgy, but up to this point, they have only been fantasies. Now, I look at males with intense and inflamed eyes of desire and botomless lust, and my heart throbs with deep craving to smell their testicles and to slide their phallus inside my vagina or anus.

The urge is clearly biological, since my vagina becomes extremely moist, my nipples harden, and my ears become very hot. At such moments, I lose all sense of fear and timidity and I stare at the males around me fixedly and even wink at them. Most of the time, nothing comes out of it and the male looks at me with a confused, blank stare, or has a look of alarm flash in his eyes. A few times, however, especially when the male is young, in his early twenties, my blunt overture gets a positive response and the male smiles back and sometimes even engages me in a conversation. At such times, if Harry is beside me, he would gently extricate me from the interaction, but there were a couple of times when I was by myself and I had to focus hard on getting away before it was too late and I had crossed the point of no return.

My OB-Gyn says that for about 9% of women going through the late years of menopause, such behavior is normal. A rare hormonal imbalance creates an intense, excessive and persistent craving in the female to want to copulate, she assured me. In my case, I pointed out to my doctor, I have been out of menopause for three decades or so, so it is unlikely that the explanation could be correct. But the doctor insists that it must be related to a hormonal imbalance and that I had nothing to worry about.

And so, I have been masturbating a great deal. Harry has subscribed me to several pornographic websites showing images and videos of handsome males with large, dangling phalluses engaging in all manners of coitus, onanism, and ejaculation. Videos especially produced for female enjoyment are the ones that he has discovered give me the greatest pleasure. And, of course, we are having coitus far more frequently than before, at least once a day, and several times over the weekend and holidays.

Harry is doing all he can, to be sure, and seems to be enjoying (at least at time) the upsurge in our sexual urges, but I can see that it is exhausting him a bit. And so, I have started collecting dildos and other toys, including a "Coitus machine" that I have been using several times a day, and that has helped ease matters for Harry. The machine is good and I must say very useful in ensuring that I have my three or four daily orgasms that seem to be necessary nowadays for me to function, but it is not a perfect substitute for a real male's phallus -- that is for sure.  Also, the machine is noisy, and since I start using it early in the morning, I think there are times when the noise annoys Harry.  But, thankfully, he understands that I have no choice, and so he is making peace with its necessity.

My girlfriends are as utterly perplexed and intrigued by what is happening to me as Harry is. Their sexual appetite has waned dramatically the last few years, and none of them approaches anywhere near the level of sexual activity that Harry and I are able to sustain on a daily basis.  They are also concerned that I may engage in sexual activity with their husbands -- I have openly oggled the husbands whenever they were near me -- and so are interacting with us less frequently than before. The husbands on their part seem to be amused, but at the same time a bit scared. They can see the constant hunger in my eyes (I am simply unable to hide it) and are clearly aroused by it. But they are also afraid and don't know what to do. (Several of my girlfriends tell me that the husbands are having more sex with them as a result and a couple of them mentioned that their husbands have taken to masturbating loudly while talking about me and my sudden surge of appetite for males.)

Harry and I are taking things one day at a time. We are probably going to have to find a young male and go through the experience of a threesome sooner or later, with the hope that the experience will get it out of our system. But as of now, it has been extensive pornography, relentless masturbation, and daily coitus.  I hope things will subside to something sustainable, but if not, Harry and I have no choice but to take things one day at a time.   

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