The process of my wife falling in love with exposure

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My wife isn't tall, but she has a well-proportioned figure, fair skin, and is especially full in the right places. While not conventionally beautiful, she's quite attractive, and with her good taste in clothing, she has a certain charm—a woman who's undeniably alluring to men. Those in the know understand how to appreciate a woman like that. Even now, I still thoroughly enjoy her body.
We met while studying abroad. She's not someone who deliberately exposes herself in public, but she's quite daring in her clothing choices,
not afraid to show off her figure. Before we got married, she loved wearing very short miniskirts; almost every skirt she wore was a miniskirt, revealing her shapely, fair thighs, attracting countless glances and often sparking fantasies and a desire to peek under her skirt.
This made her a topic of conversation among her classmates.
Furthermore, very short tank tops that exposed a large portion of the midriff were very popular at the time, and my wife, encouraged by her classmates and driven by her own desire to be fashionable, beautiful, and show off her figure, also bought some very short tank tops. What's rather daring is that she would walk to class or attend gatherings with most of her waist exposed, boldly displaying her beautiful waistline.
Because the top was so short and loose, sometimes the bottom edge of her bra would even be visible if she raised her arms.
Her classmates often joked about her wearing such revealing clothes to class, and she certainly attracted a lot of attention from the boys.
My wife was used to it and continued to wear it, because she felt it wasn't really considered overtly revealing.
I think her first real instance of being more revealing in front of her classmates was at a barbecue event by the pool. While most of her classmates wore hot pants or t-shirts to play in the water and barbecue, my wife showed up in a tiny black bikini.
Although there are quite a few sexy women in bikinis in Taiwan, compared to styles abroad, they are still relatively conservative, with more fabric. The kind of bikini my wife wore is rarely seen in Taiwan because it was really small.
The bra portion exposed more than a third of her breasts. Although the panty area had more fabric than a thong, it was probably much smaller than most women's underwear. Everyone was stunned, but it was painful to try to remain calm (I was one of them), because we couldn't exactly stare at our female classmates.
She was already quite alluring in her miniskirts, but today she brazenly appeared in front of everyone wearing only her panties—it was like everyone's fantasy had come true! Besides, as I mentioned before, most women's underwear is even bigger than this.
And my wife looked even better in it; the bikini was really well-designed and very sexy. So some people started teasing her, taking the opportunity to get closer and steal a few more glances. My wife just smiled at most, without bothering to cover herself with a towel or clothes.
I think it's because she's a little absent-minded and easygoing, so she doesn't care at all about other people's lewd looks. Of course, part of it was also because she wanted to wear a trendy bikini; it was her desire to show off and look pretty.
So, all day long, she didn't feel embarrassed at all and didn't try to cover herself up. She naturally and generously let everyone see her all day, ensuring everyone had a pleasant barbecue. I believe that at that time, she didn't yet have a desire to be exposed.
After returning to Taiwan, my wife's clothing style remained unchanged. She is most proud of her legs and waist; her waistline is truly beautiful. Therefore, her clothes more or less expose these two areas.
Even after she started working, she continued this style. Once, because it was a weekend, she had to have a meeting with a client that day, and coincidentally, she absentmindedly wore a super short, tight-fitting top to work.
Afterwards, her supervisor warned her not to wear anything too revealing to meetings. That day, after she finished work, I had dinner with her, and I also thought that the top was indeed very revealing, exposing her entire waist, yet she still unconsciously wore it to the meeting.
Anyway, she's just that absent-minded. The clothes she bought weren't necessarily revealing, but somehow, I've become increasingly fond of seeing her dressed scantily in public. My wife, too, seems to have gradually shifted from unintentionally revealing outfits to deliberate, alluring displays of skin.
Before, it was limited to showing her thighs, waist, or a sexy bikini—all considered reasonable and normal. But due to long-term exposure, her tastes have grown increasingly daring. Then came the real revealing. That day, my wife was dressed normally.
We went to an outdoor plaza. There were several tiers of steps nearby where people could sit and rest, about one or two stories high.
My wife and I sat on the top tier. Because the top tier was particularly low, we couldn't straighten our legs; we had to bend our knees so our feet just touched the ground. It was somewhat like a squatting position, but our buttocks were actually sitting. She was wearing a skirt that wasn't too long or too short, about 5 centimeters above the knee.
Sitting like this, the skirt covered the upper front of her thighs, but I suspected that if someone stood below the steps looking up, it
wouldn't cover the back of her thighs (the buttocks side). I even asked my wife if she was worried about flashing, and she, as usual, seemed oblivious to what was happening around her, replying that the skirt wasn't that short and covered her thighs, so how could her underwear be visible? She even pressed her thighs closer together.
Because in the plaza below the steps where we were sitting, there was a father with his child flying a kite, and for some reason, he kept standing directly below us, facing us. Although he seemed to be watching the kite, I felt like he was constantly peeking at my wife. Later, when I went down the steps to buy drinks, I looked back at her before I was halfway down and saw her white panties clearly showing.
And that day she was wearing a very small pair of panties, and she was even smiling at me stupidly without realizing it, but this sight excited me, and I even wanted to continue peeking at her panties (although at home she's completely naked and lets me play with her body), so I didn't go back and tell my wife (the price I paid was that others saw everything).
But I couldn't just stand on the steps forever, so I waved to her and walked down the square. When I got near that person, I turned back, and oh my god! The view under her skirt was completely unobstructed; her entire thigh and panties were clearly visible. That skirt offered absolutely no cover.
Although my wife's thighs and knees were together, from below, you could clearly see her panties through the gap between her legs and calves. Because she was sitting in that position, her legs and calves couldn't be completely pressed together, but even if they were
, you could still see her panties. No wonder that kite flyer was standing there and staring so intently; he really hit the jackpot. I went to buy a drink, and on my way back, I could clearly see my wife's white panties from afar.
Anyone standing in the square could see it. Then I noticed a man strolling down the steps. He seemed to have noticed my wife's exposed skin too, and he boldly stared at her, deliberately walking slowly.
I continued to look, and if I was this excited, imagine how excited others must have been. I didn't realize my wife was being stared at for so long, and I didn't even try to stop him.
My wife's thighs were probably sore from being pressed together for so long, and her knees had parted slightly, making the angle of the view even wider. Later, I sat down next to her, still letting her maintain that posture. Although I couldn't see it now, I knew the people below could see it clearly.
Then someone else saw it. He pretended to look behind us, walked up the steps to us, then went back down into the square pretending to look for something, then turned and kept looking back and forth in our direction.
The man who had been strolling was also constantly moving back and forth nearby. Other people passed by, glancing briefly, but it wasn't as obvious. After letting everyone watch for about thirty or forty minutes, I decided to leave. Before leaving, I ran to a few good spots and pretended to take pictures of my wife, but actually I wanted to take pictures of her underwear.
I took a few photos of her exposed underwear. When I left, those people dispersed. That day, I was incredibly excited after getting home, and of course, I wanted to have some fun with my wife. But I was probably too excited and ejaculated inside her very quickly, though it felt really good.
Another time, I accompanied my wife to an exam at a school. When we arrived, we found it crowded, so we wanted to find a seat to study.
Given my previous exposure experience and the craving, you can probably guess what I was going to do. I found a perfect spot. It was a staircase leading to the classroom corridor, about half a floor high. My wife was probably in a hurry to review for the exam, so she didn't pay much attention and sat down to study.
About 20 meters across from our building, there was another classroom, naturally with many students studying there. I told my wife that she could study here while I went for a walk. She, focused on her studies, readily agreed. I slipped across to the other side of the crowd and, sure enough, I found my wife's panties were clearly showing again.
I stood leaning against the corridor railing, admiring my wife's exposed underwear. Of course, many lucky test-takers saw it too, and they didn't need to hide it, as my wife would inevitably notice; she was just focused on her books.
I wondered if the other test-takers would be distracted and have their grades affected. We'd come back here every time after the exam break. This was the time when she saw the most people.
Another time, I was riding my motorcycle with my wife. I usually drive her, but that day the motorcycle was still under repair, so we had to ride. She complained a little because I'd told her it would be fixed that day. My wife was wearing a loose mini-skirt and sitting sideways.
Actually, that was fine. But it was winter, and the wind was strong, plus the skirt was loose. As soon as she sat down, the wind blew her skirt up a bit. She quickly tried to hold it down. Unfortunately, the wind picked up even more as the motorcycle moved, and the skirt rode up even more. She complained again that she should have worn pants, otherwise people would see her underwear.
I was quite surprised that this little scatterbrain would even realize she'd been exposed; I thought she wouldn't know (because she didn't know about the previous incidents where her underwear was exposed). Later, when we stopped at a red light, my wife was facing the glass door of a shop on the side of the road. The glass door was dark and reflective, like a mirror. So I thought I'd take this opportunity to see if I could avoid being exposed. I looked for a few seconds, but since there was no wind, I couldn't see anything.
But then a gust of wind came, and her skirt rode up another ten centimeters, immediately revealing her panties. And this lasted for several seconds. Because my wife was also facing that door, and she was also paying attention to the reflection, she even told me that her underwear was being seen, but she no longer tried to hold her skirt down, letting it fly freely. I told her that cars were driving very fast, and no one would notice, and who pays attention to that while driving?
After that, as we continued riding, she really didn't try to hold down her skirt anymore; she just let it flutter in the wind. Moreover, she kept looking at herself whenever she passed by reflective glass, without showing any embarrassment. Of course, many passersby stared intently.
I then asked her why she wasn't pressing down her skirt, and she actually said, quoting what I just said, who would notice? I deliberately steered the conversation around to see her reaction, and her final response was, why be so afraid of being seen? It wouldn't matter if she were seen, it's not like she wasn't wearing anything.
This is consistent with her personality; she doesn't care about other people's opinions and dares to show skin. However, this time, knowing that her panties were showing, she didn't cover up and even took the opportunity to admire her exposed appearance, making me suspect that she was starting to show signs of exhibitionism.
This exposure incident should be a major turning point. Originally, she was trying to cover up, but perhaps she realized from the reflection that her panties and thighs were so alluring on the street, and when would she have another opportunity to so openly display her beautiful figure? She also noticed the stunned expressions of passersby. So, she experienced the thrill of exhibitionism.
Later, I tried taking my wife to parks or schools, having her sit in short skirts, and she became very cooperative. At this point, she was no longer the naive, clueless girl who would accidentally expose herself; she was deliberately displaying her alluring body and deriving pleasure from it.
However, she was also very conscious of her posture. She couldn't sit with her legs wide open. She had to maintain a normal sitting posture, but at a certain angle. Once, on campus, I couldn't resist touching her thigh, and then I reached under her clothes to touch her breasts. I told her to take off her bra, otherwise it would be difficult to touch. She said it would be very obvious without a bra.
Because I was so excited by her touching, she obediently went to the restroom and took off her bra. When I saw a woman walking by without a bra, her breasts clearly prominent, my gaze immediately froze. It was a thin, slightly tight t-shirt that perfectly showcased the shape of her natural breasts; you could see the pointed nipples swaying as she walked—so alluring. This is quite different from the unnaturally rounded breasts that appear when wearing a bra.
My wife seemed a little awkward, so I took her to a more secluded spot and continued to play with her breasts. Finally, I asked her to lift her clothes so I could suckle her breasts, but she refused. However, under my teasing, she finally lifted her clothes and let me suckle. At this point, we were both afraid of being seen, as we weren't quite at that stage of being naked yet.
After playing for a while, I suggested we walk around. My wife was now highly aroused, and her excitement made her even more daring to expose herself. She didn't care at all about being seen without a bra. I even deliberately asked her if she wasn't afraid. She gave me the same answer: "So what if they see? It's not like I'm not wearing one. Whether I wear one or not is my business, and nobody else can tell me."
So my wife just let her breasts sway back and forth through her clothes; the visual effect was truly beautiful. However, not wearing a bra made it less noticeable. Some people walked by without noticing, while others stared intently at my wife's chest. My wife, of course, knew people were looking at her, but she wasn't ashamed at all. She even said it was comfortable not to wear a bra.
After her previous experience of not wearing a bra, my wife has gradually gotten used to going out without one. However, she usually chooses clothes that are less crowded and a bit thicker to avoid being too conspicuous. Once, we went to Tamsui, and she was wearing a very thin pink crop top. I asked her if she wanted to take off her bra, but she said there were too many people and the clothes were too thin, so she didn't dare to take it off.
Later, when we checked into the hotel, we made love intensely inside, and she had several orgasms. After we finished, we wanted to go out for a walk, and my wife surprisingly took off her bra and just put on the crop top to go out. I then realized that the clothes were so thin that the shape of her nipples and areolas could be clearly seen, and I could even vaguely see two darker nipples on her chest. It was indeed inappropriate to wear that, because there were so many people on the streets of Tamsui.
I then persuaded my wife to put her bra back on, but she said expressionlessly that it was too hot and she didn't want to wear one. She said it was a rare opportunity to go out, and she wanted to wear something comfortable, and no one would notice whether she was wearing a bra or not. She probably got too excited during sex; whenever she gets aroused, she wants to expose herself. Afraid I wouldn't comply, she quickly pulled me out of the room, so I had no choice but to go with her. We
strolled along the bustling Tamsui River for two hours. We ate some snacks and went into a convenience store. Facing the crowds, my wife showed no fear whatsoever. When people noticed she wasn't wearing a bra and stared at her breasts, she looked completely at ease and confident. Indeed, her breasts and nipples were very beautiful. I wonder if anyone saw her fall into the river.
At that moment, I realized she was a natural-born exhibitionist. Before heading back to the hotel, we passed a large mirror, and she stopped to look at herself, saying, "My breasts are so obvious! Wow, you've been stared at for so long and you only just realized how obvious they are!" Despite saying that, she still walked around with her head held high, and even when people stared at her closely while she was shopping, she still chatted and laughed.
Later, she almost never wore a bra when she went out, but she didn't wear clothes as thin as when she went to Tamsui.
However, when she went to the store or supermarket near her home to buy things, or went to the suburbs to play, she would occasionally wear thinner clothes, without deliberately changing to thicker clothes, so her nipples looked more obvious, but not as exaggerated as when she went to Tamsui.
Once, she wore a white t-shirt. Although it was a bit thick, the light color made her breasts appear slightly see-through, revealing two round, dark mounds. She kept looking at herself in the mirror at the store, seemingly checking if it was transparent. You could still see the two dark mounds in the mirror. Surprisingly, she continued to wear it often afterward.
Every time I saw her swaying breasts, I got excited, not caring if others saw them.
So I didn't stop her from going braless.
Up to now, showing her underwear and going out without a bra is commonplace. One day, we had someone come to fix our water filter. I had a company case to finish, so I asked my wife to handle it while I watched TV in the living room.
Because my wife usually only wears briefs at home when it's hot, I told her to get dressed. She put on a low-cut t-shirt—not extremely low-cut, but with a wide opening—and paired it with a denim mini-skirt, a very casual home outfit. Although she often exposes herself outdoors for many people to see, since no one knows who she is, it's not a big deal if they just look.
It's inappropriate at home, though; it wouldn't look good if word got out. I was worried about her being seen at home, so I specifically told my wife to squat down and see if her underwear would show. She actually squatted down and proudly told me she couldn't see anything. Because she was kneeling, nothing was visible.
Later, when the water filter repairman came, my wife led him into the kitchen. There's no partition between our living room and kitchen, so I can see everything in the kitchen.
The water filter is under the countertop. Originally, I just wanted my wife to tell him where it was, explain the problem, and ask what was wrong.
But my wife was very nosy; she talked a lot to him and even squatted down to open the countertop. Because she was facing me, I could see she was kneeling, and sure enough, she was paying attention to me, so nothing was exposed.
Later, the repairman brought out the water filter to fix it. My wife started asking all sorts of questions again. She's such a busybody; I didn't tell her to worry about so much. Later, she even squatted down to look, and because she squatted so far back, even though her knees were close together, her panties were still visible. And since the man was squatting, he probably could see even more clearly.
I had told my wife to be careful, but she thought that since we were at home, she let her guard down. But I've never let her expose herself to anyone else at home, so I got excited again and decided to continue watching. That man really knew how to take advantage of the situation. Not only did he work on it for a long time, but to prevent my wife from running away, he also explained every detail of the repair process to her.
After he finished, because there was a lot of water spilled on the floor, the man asked my wife for a cloth to wipe it dry. Originally, his view should have ended there, but my wife, being a busybody, said she would wipe it herself.
My wife took a rag and squatted down to wipe it. Because her body was leaning forward and downward, and because her neckline was wide, her two breasts were clearly visible, including the areolas, nipples, and all the way down to her lower abdomen.
What was even more embarrassing was that as she wiped the floor, her large breasts swayed back and forth with her body. Because they were C-cup and quite perky, the movement was quite pronounced. The man kept making excuses to talk to my wife, trying to stall for time.
After he finished wiping the floor, he said he would teach my wife how to change the filter. Because my wife had to squat down to look, her breasts and panties were still clearly visible. Almost two hours passed like this, until the company called several times to urge the repairman. During those calls, I overheard him saying on the phone that the situation was complicated and difficult to fix.
Finally, after my wife left the kitchen, he finished the repair and left, saying before he left that if there were any problems, she could call him and he would come immediately. I think he just wanted to see if there was any more exposure.
As for whether my wife did it intentionally? Based on my understanding of her, it probably wasn't. She won't intentionally expose parts she hasn't shown before, unless she's unintentionally exposed them a few times, gotten used to it, and finds it sexy and alluring without being too over-the-top.
Ever since I noticed my wife wearing that wide-necked top that showed her breasts, one night when we went out, she was wearing the same outfit.
I decided to take her to the night market. I deliberately let her pick out jewelry, and she started bending over to choose. Because the shelves were quite low, my wife was also bending very low. There were quite a few customers at the stall, but the owner was particularly enthusiastic towards my wife, constantly introducing the products to her.
After a while, I deliberately asked my wife if she wanted to look at the other side of the shelf. She said yes and went over, while I stayed where I was, essentially opposite her. When she started bending over again to choose, I could indeed see her breasts swaying back and forth, and everyone standing in my direction could see it. Several guys who were shopping for jewelry with their girlfriends probably saw it, and they all gave me strange looks.
Some passersby noticed the exposed skin, their gazes fixed on my wife's breasts. The shopkeeper, seemingly unwilling to let it go, even walked around to my side pretending to tidy up. When I thought it was enough, I dragged my wife away, telling her that people had seen her breasts while she was shopping, and asked for her reaction.
She wasn't particularly nervous, just asking doubtfully, "Really?" I told her I was deliberately looking to see. After that, I took her to a few more stalls, where every time she bent over, her breasts were exposed, much to the delight of passersby.
However, whenever she bent over at a stall, she would glance at her neckline, as if to confirm what I had just told her. She could probably see her entire breasts clearly, and she should have known that people standing opposite her could see them too.
But she continued bending over to pick out what she wanted, sometimes complaining to me after leaving the stall that people across from her were staring at her. I continued, saying I had to deliberately look to see them, and kept praising her breasts as beautiful, top-notch, and how excited I was looking at them, how I really wanted to strip her naked and fuck her hard.
And if someone actually saw them, wouldn't they be incredibly excited? After that, she seemed more at ease, focusing solely on buying her things, completely ignoring the issue of showing her breasts, only occasionally asking if I was sure they wouldn't be seen naked.
By this point, she had reached the point where she could naturally expose her breasts outdoors. On the way back, although her t-shirt clearly showed her nipples and the shape of her peach-shaped breasts, it was nothing compared to having her breasts completely exposed, even down to her nipples.
Not wearing a bra was nothing new for my wife, but for many passersby, seeing her without a bra was probably a bonus; they didn't know there were even luckier people who could see a pair of beautiful, firm breasts.

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