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 men and I want to spread my legs for them. This is not behavior that is becoming of a 59 year old Chinese grandmother and a mother of two grown men, both successful and with their own families. It also is not becoming behavior for a wife of thirty-some years, whose husband is still in love with her and finds her attractive. Harry loves me and I love him back. But of late, I have had sudden intense urges to take men to my matrimonial bed and have 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 men with intense eyes of desire and my heart throbs with deep craving to smell their balls and slide their penis inside my vagina. The urge is clearly biological, since my vagina gets very wet, my nipples harden, and my ears become very hot. At such moments, I lose all sense of fear and I stare at the men fixedly and even wink at them. Most of the time, nothing comes out of it and the man 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 man is young, in his early twenties, my blunt overture gets a positive response and the man 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.