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(I)
"Honey! My underwear is almost out of shape!" I felt
a little uncomfortable when I put on my underwear this morning.
"Oh! Then let's go buy some later!" My husband was still half asleep.
"Really? You're the best! Then I won't wear underwear today! Okay?" I happily took off
my old underwear.
"..." I heard my husband's breathing.
"Hey! Hey... you stinky husband!" I looked at his corpse-like body, "You? Did?
Hear? Huh?!" I raised my voice about twenty times and shouted into my husband's ear.
"Whoa!" My husband then covered his ears and jumped up.
"Hahahaha... Who told you to ignore me?" I happily watched my husband's embarrassed appearance and quickly moved away
from his ear.
"You...you little slut! Maybe I didn't teach you a lesson enough last night! You're asking for it..." My husband
slowly approached me...
"Ah! No...husband...I was wrong...no..." I realized how terrible last night had been.
(Last night during sex, my husband inserted a vibrator into my anus and also used it to penetrate my vagina...
both in and out simultaneously, plus the rotation and vibration of the vibrator, causing me both pain and orgasm, and stimulation, almost
making me faint.)
"Come here!" My husband sat naked on the edge of the bed.
"You...you...what are you going to do?" I asked tremblingly.
"Dare to scare me like that...it seems like you didn't ejaculate completely last night, come and suck it out for me! Suck out the rest,
hurry up!" My husband spread his legs, revealing his penis, and ordered me to kneel on the edge of the bed.
"Ugh...it smells...so stinky...so fishy..." As I knelt in front of my husband, preparing to suck his penis
, a fishy smell from not washing immediately filled my mouth, making me feel nauseous.
"Oh...oh..." My husband pressed my head down with one hand, and my mouth was immediately stuffed with his penis,
making it impossible for me to make a sound.
"Oh...so good...your mouth is just as good as your cunt...mmm...suck harder!"
My husband manipulated my head up and down.
At this point, I really couldn't stand the fishy smell anymore, so I broke free from my husband's pressure and spat
out his penis: "Husband...it smells so bad...please don't suck it, okay?" I knelt in front of his penis and used my hand to stroke
it, begging him.
"No! Who gave you permission to spit it out? Put it in! Hurry up!" My husband stood up at this moment, and his penis
was pressed against my lips again because of his standing.
"It smells so bad..." I had no choice but to reluctantly suck the penis that still smelled of sex from last night into
my mouth again. "Mmm...suck harder...mmm...mmm...so good...no wonder so many people want to fuck you...so
good..." My husband let out a series of moans.
"Oh...no...nobody wants to fuck me..." I started licking my husband's testicles.
"Nobody? Then your fans online are fake? I bet at least a hundred men
fantasize about you!" My husband said, hands on his hips, watching me lick his testicles.
"Well...that's not my fault! I didn't let them touch me..." I protested, feeling wronged.
"Don't argue! Take it in! Hurry up!" My husband grabbed my head again and shoved his penis
into my mouth. "Oh...suck it...hurry...almost there...hurry! Here's a good breakfast for you...
oh..." Accompanied by my husband's groans, a thick stream of hot fluid shot deep into my throat.
"Oh...suck it all in..." My husband then inserted his entire penis deep into my throat.
"Oh..." I felt a little nauseous.
"Oh...so good...I really want to see you get your mouth filled by someone else...it must be so lewd..." My husband
reluctantly pulled out his penis. "No...I'm not lewd at all..." I wiped
the remaining saliva from my mouth.
"Hmm? You're not lewd? Every time you see the comments on your own nude selfies, you think you're masturbating? Are you kidding me?"
My husband said, stroking his slightly limp penis.
"Ah! Don't say that!" I covered my husband's mouth to stop him from making a sound, my whole face turning red (even though
he's my husband, I still feel ashamed to say such things directly).
"Hmph! You served me pretty well! You sucked me quite well...okay! I'll let you buy new clothes today
..." My husband said as he walked into the bathroom. "Honey...where are you going to take me shopping?" I
asked happily.
"Didn't you want to buy underwear?" my husband said.
"Yeah! The washing machine ruined the underwire of my bra, look..." I picked up
the bra I had just taken off and walked towards the bathroom.
"Hmm, the underwire will break... then don't buy one with underwire!" My husband glanced at the bra in my hand
and said.
"But bras without underwire will sag... and my breasts won't be as lifted, it won't look good..." I
said.
"Really? No way! My wife's breasts are so perky, it's fine!" My husband continued brushing his teeth.
"Really?" I looked at my breasts suspiciously.
"Really! I don't want to see a wife with a bad figure! I'm not lying to you, how about we try buying
one without underwire today? Okay?" My husband then walked out of the bathroom.
"Well... okay!" I followed behind him.
"Hmm, wear this out!" My husband then went to the wardrobe, took out a light yellow chiffon dress with white twill stripes
and threw it at me.
"I'm not wearing a bra!" I asked, looking at the see-through dress in confusion.
"Come on! It's not the first time, what are you afraid of? Hurry up! Take off your underwear too." My husband continued packing
up his small items (lighter, perfume, etc.).
"What! Take off your underwear too?" I was even more surprised.
"Why don't you put on your underwear first, then look in the mirror and compare! See which one is more obvious." My husband then
sat on the edge of the bed after packing up his things.
At this point, I was wearing a light blue thong, so I took the dress and put it on... "I
"My goodness! The thong is really clearly visible." I stared blankly at the mirror.
"I'm not kidding you, am I?" my husband said.
"Hmph!" I took off the thong, still a little skeptical, and looked in the mirror...
"Wow... you only notice it's bare when you look closely (except for my private parts and the slightly darker areas on my breasts
), it's really completely bare inside, so it's not very noticeable!" I was starting to agree with my husband.
"See!" my husband said proudly.
"But... we're going to a department store... it's very bright there... we'll be discovered... it's darker at home
... it's really transparent..." I was still a little worried and kept turning around in front of the mirror, looking at my barely
visible body, at my barely visible buttocks line (because the entire buttocks are quite clear, it's called the buttocks
line, not the butt crack).
"It's not that obvious! You're just imagining things!" my husband said, standing up and putting his hands on my
shoulders from behind.
"Really?" I asked, half-believing.
"Let's go!" My husband grabbed my small bag and dragged me out the door.
When we got to the parking lot of the Far Eastern Department Store, we parked the car, got out, and went into the underground escalator...
"Honey! I'm going to the restroom first... wait for me!" I said, pointing to the restroom.
My husband seemed to be in a good mood, smiling at me: "Okay! Go on, I'll wait for you here." "
??... Why is he in such a good mood?" I sensed a strange atmosphere.
After using the restroom, I habitually went to the sink to tidy myself up... Damn it! In the bright light
, this dress was practically see-through! It was practically like not wearing anything at all, just covered by a thin veil.
The nipples, the dark area around my private parts... the barely visible coverage of the transparent dress only made it more alluring.
"You lied to me again... it's so see-through!" I quickly muttered to my husband after leaving the restroom (afraid of being too
loud and being overheard).
"Hehe... How was I supposed to know it would be so different from what I wear at home? But it's so tempting! Wow! Super sexy."
My husband's thieving eyes were fixed on my entire body.
"What?! It's practically like I'm not wearing anything at all, that's too much!" I blushed, flustered.
"No way! Anyway, nobody here knows you, it's not like it'll hurt anyone's eyes. I don't care if people see you, why are you? It really is tempting..." At that moment, I noticed 　　a bulge
in my husband's ... 　　"Hey! What are you thinking? This is a public place!" I pointed at that damned spot. 　　"Hehehe... You caught me... Oh well! Who told you to be so tempting... So hot! 　　So provocative! Who can resist you dressed like that!" My husband replied with a grin. 　　"Really... Really want to go shopping like this? No way... I'm scared..." I was genuinely a little scared (it really 　　is exaggerated, those who have seen my family's latest photos will know this). 　　"Never mind... let's go!" My husband dragged me into the elevator (the elevator doors opened at that moment). 　　After two numbers jumped (we were originally on B2, now we're on the 1st floor)... the elevator paused 　　, then the doors slowly opened (in that instant of the elevator stopping, my heart started 　　pounding wildly). 　　Then an elderly couple (around 40 to 50 years old) entered. As they entered, I 　　glanced at them out of the corner of my eye, my heart pounding as if it were about to jump out of my body. They 　　seemed oblivious to my almost naked state, so they turned directly towards the elevator doors, pressed their floor button, 　　and stood with their backs to us. 　　A jolt, "It stopped again! My God... why does it stop at every floor?" My heart started pounding again. 　　"Excuse me... let's go." Two stylishly dressed working women (I call anyone in a suit "working 　　woman") walked in and stood beside me. 　　"It looks transparent!" A very soft voice reached my ears. 　　"Really?" Another very soft voice came from behind. 　　I was so ashamed that I didn't dare to lift my head, and could only try to sneak a peek out of the corner of my eye 　　. I noticed that these two women were also afraid to look at me directly. They pretended not to notice and pretended 　　to look straight ahead while glancing out of the corner of their eyes (because the one standing further away from me turned her head more obviously, I felt a 　　gaze). 　　"Ah..." I exclaimed softly and looked at my husband. (At this moment, my husband's thieving hand 　　reached under my skirt from behind.) 　　He actually reached out from behind and roamed over my private parts, and asked casually, "What's 　　wrong?" 　　"You..." I glared at him angrily, feeling like I had swallowed a bitter pill, and then didn't know how to answer. 　　"It's so stuffy... honey..." My husband then inserted his fingers into my private parts, but still 　　pretended that nothing was wrong. 　　"Ah..." I gasped softly from the sudden intrusion. 　　My husband whispered in my ear, "Wow! So wet! You little slut..." 　　Enduring the embarrassment of being secretly teased by my husband in front of everyone, and being unable to resist, I truly 　　didn't know how to describe my feelings. 　　The elevator jolted again... 　　"Oh...we're here! Excuse me...excuse me." My husband 　　called softly to the elderly couple standing in front of us, then slipped his hand over my private parts and led me confidently through 　　the space they had made. 　　Forcing myself to act nonchalant, I also stepped out of the elevator. The usual 　　habit of everyone in the elevator staring at those exiting also applied to me. "I've really been seen through, 　　how embarrassing!" Because this kind of direct staring from behind is absolutely unacceptable. 　　As I stepped out of the elevator, the feeling from before hadn't faded, and what immediately came into view was... a bunch of wide-eyed stares 　　, as if they'd seen something unbelievable, staring directly at us... 　　(II) 　　The elevator doors opened, and facing the brightly lit store, my dress appeared much more transparent.

I think everyone except the blind could tell that I wasn't wearing anything under my dress (because my nipples were clearly visible,
and a distinct pink hue was showing through; not to mention my genitals, which were just a small patch of black, the dress's barely concealing coverage
only made it more alluring). Besides nervousness and shame, I also felt a strange sense of excitement.
Facing a group of surprised stares, my husband, unconcerned, pulled me
along and deliberately walked confidently through the crowd towards the store. Luckily, it was the women's lingerie section, so apart from
the large crowd near the elevator, there were only a few scattered women.
Suddenly, my husband pointed in a direction: "Let's go! Let's buy some over there."
I shyly tugged at him: "It's...it's too transparent! It's like I'm not wearing anything..."
"Hehe...that's what makes it exciting! Never mind, let's go! I'll help you pick out some lingerie." Ignoring my
tugging, my husband continued towards the store.
We arrived at a small store (an English brand I'd never heard of), and my husband pulled me to
a display rack at the front (underwear was displayed on racks). He called out to the two saleswomen chatting inside
, "Hello! Can you help us?"
"Oh! Hello!" one of the saleswomen immediately responded with a professional smile and quickly walked towards us.
I grabbed my husband a little in alarm and glared at him with a slightly angry look… (Who knows
what he's up to! He wants to show me off again.)
Sure enough! As soon as the saleswoman came in and saw us, she immediately gave me an incredulous look, scanning
my entire body, but quickly returned to her professional smile and said to my husband, "Sir, what would you like
?"
"Oh! How much is this set?" My husband pointed to a bunch of complicated straps, but very little fabric—
a pile of unidentified objects (I had no idea if it was underwear or panties).
"This set!" The saleswoman picked it up casually and unfolded it... I finally saw it clearly:
three tiny, ultra-thin pieces of white floral fabric plus a bunch of ties.
"Hmm! How much?" my husband asked.
"Hmm... would this lady like to wear it?" That damn saleswoman asked such an awkward question, and
then took the opportunity to glance at me again.
"Of course!" my husband said.
"It's alright! It's on sale for only 1080." The saleswoman was about to wrap it up, because she had already
folded it back into its original tangled mess of ties.
"Hmm... okay! Can I try it on?" my husband asked.
"Hmm... sure! But you can't try on the underwear! For hygiene reasons, can you only try on the bra?"
the saleswoman replied.
"Oh? Then I can't get a feel for the whole thing!" my husband
said, taking the bunch of ties from the saleswoman.
"How about this? Trust me this once, I guarantee your girlfriend will look amazing in it. You pay first
, okay? That way you can try on the whole set," the saleswoman suggested.
"Okay, sure!" My husband handed me the pile of ropes and paid the saleswoman.
"Hello! Beautiful lady, this way please!" The saleswoman took my husband's payment, then gently put her arm around my shoulder and gestured
towards the fitting room.
Upon reaching the fitting room door, "Come on in!" the saleswoman opened the door.
At this moment, my husband followed behind us, and he was staring directly at my back. To make matters worse,
he said in a normal voice, "So sexy, so alluring!" (In other words, the lady
heard it too.)
After hearing my husband's words, I blushed instantly and quickly slipped into the fitting room
. After untying the bunch of ropes (because they were quite complicated), as I expected, it was a set of sexy lingerie. Although the small white cloth in front
could cover about half of my breasts, because its material was close to silk and there was no cup
support, my nipples were completely exposed when I put it on. And apart from that small piece of cloth, the rest was all ropes
... It took a lot of effort to tie the ropes symmetrically (only those who have worn ropes and whose bras have no fixed position
can understand how tiring it is to tie them in the middle).
After putting on my top, I picked up the most outrageous pair of underwear I'd ever seen (a
style I'd only ever seen in pictures before). The fabric of the entire pair was no more than 5 centimeters square. If I wore it like a normal thong, covering
the lower edge of my pubic area, the pubic hair would be completely exposed. If I covered the pubic hair, only a
thin string would be holding the vulva together… Even more outrageous was that this underwear wasn't the usual elastic band at the waist; instead, the fabric was connected
to two long strings, long enough to hang over my shoulders, like overalls. The waist was completely bare, and if
I wore side-exposed clothing, people would think I wasn't wearing underwear at all.
Looking at myself in the mirror, dressed in such an extremely lewd outfit, an indescribable feeling immediately welled up
inside me… I was actually trying on such lewd clothing in a department store! Although it wasn't in public, it was still broad
daylight! Lewdness, shame… indescribable feelings.
"Hey! Are you done yet?" My husband called from outside the door.
On a sudden impulse, I slowly unlatched the door, blushing, and said, "Honey
! Is it...pretty?" I kept my head down, not daring to look anywhere else, only staring at the ground.
"..." My husband didn't respond.
My heart was probably pounding out of my chest, because besides my husband's feet, I also saw another pair of black
high heels in front of me.
After about two seconds, I looked up at them.
"Sigh...pretty...really sexy! I told you it would be pretty..." the woman said, blushing, trying
to ease the awkwardness.
My lower body immediately felt wet. Oh my god! I don't know if I was possessed or truly
blinded by lust, but I even turned around and asked, "Then...what about the back?" Actually, the back was even more outrageous,
because there wasn't even any cloth, just some knots and ropes.
"Beautiful...beautiful...so...beautiful..." my husband stammered.
Seeing the two dumbfounded audience members, an even more outrageous thought popped into my head: "Really?"
"But these panties are so small! They don't cover anything..." I deliberately tugged at the small piece of fabric, and
the area where I had been trying to cover my pubic hair while putting them on was now completely exposed.
"..." The young lady turned her head away, blushing.
"This..." My husband was also stunned.
"Or...or...wear it like this..." I pulled the small fabric up to cover the black part:
"But...that's...very uncomfortable!" With my legs slightly M-shaped (not that big), I
used my hands to slightly spread open the "lips" of my mysterious flesh, through which only a single rope passed, and I could clearly see the
damp sheen.
"I...I..." My husband was even more dumbfounded.
"Okay! We'll figure it out when we get home..." I slowly closed the fitting room door
(Part 3)
"Honey...should I just put them on?" After closing the door, my heart was pounding! I
asked, blushing.
At this moment, because the rope that had just been pulled up was still caught between my labia, my private parts felt
strangely and somewhat wantonly damp. Subconsciously, I even hoped that my husband would say, "Put it on!"
"Is it okay?" My husband's voice came from outside the door.
"Huh? Just wear... underwear... Oh! Oh! Yes... Yes... Of course!" The woman's
stunned yet enlightened response reached my ears (I was about to answer).
"Okay! Then just put it on!" My husband shouted loudly and clearly at me.
At this moment, I suddenly felt a jolt in my brain, and an extreme feeling of shame immediately surged onto my face, my whole face
burning (wasn't this equivalent to telling the woman that I was completely naked?).
"Well... sir... I'll go get you the invoice, please wait a moment!" The woman said and left.
I slipped on the dress, my face flushed, and glanced down at myself… Before putting on this lingerie,
the allure of the sheer fabric revealing nothing underneath was now
completely different from the barely visible outline of the lingerie underneath. I could only say, “It looks exactly the same as before!”
I opened the door, my face still red, and walked towards my husband. At this moment, I dared not look anywhere else, only
at myself, my hands naturally clasped together at my crotch, trying to conceal the transparency.
My husband pulled my hands away, then took my hands, as if no one else was around (although
the saleswoman had already returned to the counter, we were still very close; you
can imagine how close the lingerie counter in a department store is). He brazenly led me to a mirror…
“Wow… even more lewd! Hehehe… so clear! This dress is really nice…” my husband whispered
in my ear.
"You...you...you're so annoying!" My face flushed, head bowed, but my eyes couldn't leave my reflection in the mirror. I was dressed in
a see-through outfit, my curves were fully exposed, and there was a subtle, suggestive embellishment—it felt so lewd...an unprecedented
sense of obscenity.
"Listen up! That's how it is all day! Let's go!" My husband said with a lewd smile.
Just then, the sound of high heels approached from behind. "Sir! Here, the invoice is ready. This bag is for you
...ah! This...this bag is for you...take it...ha..." The saleswoman chuckled awkwardly.
My husband took the bag and led me out of the store, but not towards the escalator, but further
inside.
"Where...where are you going?" I was incredibly nervous.
"Just kidding! So hot, of course we're going to show it off!" My husband said, glancing at my see-through outfit as we walked.
"No...no...it's too bright here, it's so embarrassing!" My face was now completely red
.
"Hmm...that's true, it's too much, we'll get reported later..." My husband finally relented a little, but then
immediately added, "How about this! Let's play another game." He turned and walked towards the elevator.
"Anything is fine! Just get out of here!" I answered without hesitation.
Waiting for the elevator again...another ordeal.
"Hey...anything is fine! When we get to the first floor, just wait for me at the outside door, I'll go get
the car." My husband said with a wicked smile.
"What!" I stared at him in disbelief, my eyes probably wide open the widest I'd ever been.
"What?! What?! Anything is fine!" Just then, the elevator doors opened.
At this moment, my mind was filled with my husband's exaggerated instructions, and my eyes were only in a daze. "Excuse me!
Excuse me!" I said subconsciously (completely forgetting my outfit), and as usual, I
slipped into the crowded crowd...
(IV)
After entering the elevator, since there were really a lot of people, I naturally held my husband tightly, and of course, my husband also naturally
faced me and protected me (normal couples' actions when the elevator is crowded). Being in a crowded elevator
, surrounded by strangers at close range, my attire immediately filled me with guilt and shame, causing
me to unconsciously cling to my husband… But because of this, my husband pretended to hug me, using his
body to block the eyes of others in the elevator. With one hand bracing against the wall, he used the other, through the sheer
fabric of my dress, to caress the drawstring at the back of my buttocks, occasionally lightly, almost tapping, brushing against
my private parts…
I simply couldn't describe the strange feeling. The teasing caresses through the thin fabric
, coupled with the subtle reminders of the eroticism of my clothing, made me close my eyes slightly
, biting my lower lip, trying to control the unbearable arousal and wetness.
“Husband… no… no… don’t tease me…” I whispered in my husband’s ear
.
“Hmm?” My husband looked like he couldn’t hear me clearly.
"..." The embarrassment of not being able to answer in a louder voice made my face turn even redder.
"Ding!" The elevator sounded that it had arrived.
"Hmm... wait at the door!" My husband actually pushed me out of the elevator. Since we were standing at the very
front, I was forced to go out by the crowd of people filing out.
"Ah..." I dodged the surging crowd exiting the elevator, intending to return, but the elevator doors stubbornly
closed.
"Later..." I muttered in frustration.
Turning back, I took a deep breath, looked ahead, and searched for the main entrance. Luckily, the main
entrance wasn't far from the elevator. I steeled myself and headed towards the glass doors, but in that short distance
, I had a strong feeling that everyone who saw me was probably dumbfounded! The bright
lighting on the first floor of the department store, the mirrored cosmetic counters everywhere, the customers coming and going... feelings of shame, lewdness, and degradation
immediately filled my mind.
With a "whoosh!" the automatic door opened...
I walked out of the department store, head down, and gazed at the open plaza ahead. Forcing myself to act natural, I walked to a small
flower bed (the decorative flower bed outside the main entrance). Standing by the flower bed, my heart pounded uncontrollably.
The lewd outfits in the department store plaza, the voyeuristic stares from strangers, the arousal my husband had just given me, the wet feeling
—all these thoughts intensified. If I hadn't been wearing underwear...
"Beep! Beep!" I saw a familiar car parked by the roadside.
My husband, sitting not far away, rolled down the window, staring at me with eyes like he'd seen a treasure.
He immediately picked up his phone and dialed...
Just then, my phone rang in my bag. My steps involuntarily stopped. I opened my bag, took out
my phone, and answered, "Hello?" Then I continued walking towards the car.
"Wait! Stop!" My husband's voice came through the phone.
I looked at him, completely bewildered... and naturally, I stopped too.
"Go to the taxi stand! Not here!" My husband said, then drove around to the taxi stand entrance
(the department store's designated taxi area).
After hanging up, I looked at the taxi stand... Good heavens! There were at least a dozen people waiting there! Pretending nothing was
wrong, I walked to the taxi stand and went straight to the front of the line.
"Miss... you have to wait in line!" The doorman, seemingly afraid to look me in the eye, stammered.
"Oh! I'm not waiting for a taxi, I'm waiting for someone," I replied.
"Oh..." The doorman looked away guiltily.
"Okay, my car's here!" My husband pulled into the driveway, and the doorman politely opened
the door for me. I politely smiled and nodded back before getting into the car.
"Honey, wasn't that exciting?" The car drove away from the department store.
"..." I was a little angry and didn't want to answer.
"Ah!" I screamed.
"Wow! It's so wet...it's seeping through my underwear!" My husband rubbed his fingers together. (That jerk
actually attacked my private parts while I was looking out the window!)
"You're so mean!" My face turned bright red.
My husband then pulled my hand, which I was hitting, towards his genitals: "Look, it's so hard! You look
so tempting dressed like this! It's sexier than wearing a sheer dress!" He said, rubbing his hardness with my palm
.
"Who dresses like this in public? You're such a pervert! Is there any difference between me and being completely naked?" I retorted
.
"Yes! You're not naked at all! You're definitely wearing something! Outerwear! Underwear!" My husband chuckled, insisting
.
"I'm not talking to you anymore! You pervert!" I simply ignored him.
The car drove for a while and then pulled into a motel.
"I can't resist! It's so tempting...I'm going to have a big meal!" My husband said with a sly grin.
"Hmph!" I replied, feigning disdain.
After getting the room key and entering the garage, my husband immediately got out of the car, lowered the roller shutter, and pressed the elevator button
(our apartment building has two floors and an elevator, which is quite unusual).
Now that we were in a secluded environment, a sudden urge arose in my mind, so I took off my barely-there see-through
dress, leaving me in only a thin-strapped bikini, and stepped out of the car.
My husband stared at me, dumbfounded.
"Isn't this more revealing...and attractive?" I said, blushing slightly.
"We haven't even entered the room yet!" My husband was also stunned.
"Ding!" The elevator doors opened.
Although I knew no one would be there, the feeling of facing the opening elevator doors while wearing "clothes with less fabric than a handkerchief"
was still incredibly stimulating; my private desires were truly overflowing.
I pulled my stunned husband into the elevator, pressed the up button, immediately squatted down, and
unzipped his pants. "Ah..." My husband tried to stop me, pulling at his waistband.
"I've already stripped down like this for everyone to see! I don't care... you have to show yourself too!" I forcefully and directly ripped off my husband
's outer and inner pants. After removing my husband's pants, I grabbed his hard penis with one hand and immediately put it in
my mouth. "Ah..." my husband let out a soft moan.
(V)
Accompanied by wearing sexy lingerie and doing such lewd things in the elevator for the first time, my private parts
were flooded with water and swollen. Unconsciously, my left hand gently pushed the damp thin cloth to the side
and rubbed the cleft of my labia, and I greedily sucked on my husband's penis...
"Ding!" The elevator quickly arrived at the room door (because it was only on the 3rd floor).
I spat out my husband's penis, stood up, ignoring him, and went straight to the bed. I removed all my clothes
, my bra still on, and lay down, closing my eyes and continuing what I'd been doing with my left hand.
I even gently inserted my middle finger into my vagina, making slight in-and-out movements. "Ah..." I
let out a soft moan of pleasure.
My husband, however, went to the curtains and pulled them all the way down with a "whoosh."
Sunlight streamed in through the large window, which was slightly insulated...
After opening the curtains, my husband slowly walked to the bed and gently spread my legs slightly: "Continue
... I want to see..."
Even though he was my intimate lover, masturbating at such close range filled me with even more shame.
I felt my fingers involuntarily twitching harder.
"Ah...ah...I'm almost there..." Accompanied by spasmodic throbbing in my lower body, I let out a loud,
lewd moan.
But at that moment, my husband forcibly stopped me, pulled my wet left hand away, and quickly knelt down
on my genitals. My entire lower body was now covered by his mouth, his tongue probing into the crevice.
"Ah...ah..." The dam broke immediately.
As his tongue continued to swirl around inside, the spasms intensified, and a large amount of fluid
gushed directly onto my husband's face. Shame, humiliation, and the sensation of orgasm combined: "So stimulating! I can't take it...
I...I'm dying..." I was in a semi-conscious state.
Just then, my husband got up, spread my legs wide, and then roughly
thrust his penis directly into my body, all the way to the depths. "Ah..." I
screamed hysterically.
Accompanied by merciless and brutal thrusting, each time with considerable force,
I cried out with each thrust to my clitoris, "Ah...no...ah...no...ah...I'm dying
...ah...ah..." I was almost on the verge of madness, my climax gushing even more violently.
Suddenly, my husband lifted my legs up with his hands and picked me up, his penis still
inside me. He walked to the window in this position, but the thrusting didn't stop
, and I was still lost in the throes of my orgasm.
My husband then stopped thrusting, pulled out his penis, and put me down. "Hmm...come on, turn around
, change positions..."
I hadn't quite grasped the situation yet, and half-heartedly, my husband turned me around, then forced
my hands outstretched and raised high, pressing them against the glass. "Ah!" The sight before me
terrified me.
"Ah!" I immediately cried out again as my lower body was roughly penetrated.
"No... ah... it's so obvious... ah... someone..." My husband controlled me, my arms spread wide and pressed
against the glass, my entire upper body almost directly exposed to the road and the buildings across the street.
"Exciting, isn't it? I'm going to fuck you for everyone to see... don't resist!" My husband thrust even harder
.
"Ah... ah... ah..." I looked at the traffic and pedestrians in front of me, while my husband was thrusting wildly from behind.
The extreme shame and the feeling of orgasm were indescribable. "Ah... ah... someone... saw it
!" At this moment, I realized that someone on the other side had seen me and clearly told his friends, and even pointed
in this direction.
"Oh... really! Then let him see! Oh... so exciting... open the window, let him see more
clearly." My husband not only had no intention of covering up, but also exaggeratedly demanded that I open the window.
"No...no...ah!" As I answered, my husband yanked the window open,
and the outside air immediately rushed up to my naked breasts, exposing them completely to
the pedestrians and buildings across the street.
He then grabbed my hands and pinned them behind his back, making my breasts even more prominent. His
violent thrusting caused my breasts to shake violently. At least five or six pedestrians stared
at me, dumbfounded. At that moment, his lower body, seemingly without shame and even more sensitive, ejaculated wildly again…
"Ah…" my husband let out a soft growl, followed by a distinct, burning sensation inside me.
"Ah…" I responded with a cry of pain.
My husband then released my hands and began kneading my nipples, enjoying the trembling sensation inside me
, while openly displaying my ravaged breasts to the pedestrians.
After exhaling, I continued to press my hands against my husband's buttocks, trying to help him
release more deeply, enjoying the comfort of my nipples being kneaded. I squinted, my mouth slightly open, panting softly, exposing myself lewdly
to the crowd of passersby… At this point, the pedestrians outside the window no longer mattered to me.
After the passion subsided, my husband slowly withdrew his limp penis, retreated to the bedside, and lay sprawled on the bed
…
At this moment, his semen dripped from my vagina. Suddenly,
the thought, "If you want to see, then let you see it to your heart's content," flashed through my mind. Ignoring the number of people outside the window, I spread my legs and, right there by the window, lightly dug
some fluid into my vagina with my fingers, then put it in my mouth and sucked on it. Facing the crowd of pedestrians, I slowly retreated to the bedside until
I could no longer see them from the street, then turned back to look at my husband, sprawled on the bed, surrendering.
I glanced out the window and saw that someone was also peeping from the other side of the building. At that moment, shame
felt nothing; it was more like a thrill. So I asked my husband to lie down a bit, and then, with my back to
the peeping party, I knelt between his legs, sucking on his limp penis and the remaining sticky fluid… his
still-dripping, white fluid-filled anus was wide open, deliberately letting them watch.
“Honey, have you had enough for today?” I gently stroked his penis after cleaning it with my mouth, but the kneeling
position remained unchanged, my rear end still wide open for their view.
“Yeah, there are people over there too, you know?” my husband said.
“Yeah… that’s why I let them see! Are you satisfied?” As I said this, the feeling of shame returned
.
“Hehehe… wife, I love you!” my husband pulled me onto him. “I love
you too!” I replied contentedly.
The window remained open, and the sound of traffic outside continued…

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