[My Wife's Experience of Exposure and Outdoor Photoshoots] (01-02) [Author: 51luoben]

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Chapter 1

After getting off work last night, my wife insisted on going shopping for clothes. I asked her what kind she wanted, and she said she wanted to buy
something to wear underneath. Since it's almost Chinese New Year, I thought it was a good idea and, despite being tired, I readily agreed.

My wife then said, "Then I'll get dressed up."

Hearing this, I immediately had a second thought. It had been two days since we'd made love, and I was feeling a little aroused.
I said, "Honey, what are you going to wear? Do you want something sexy? I'm kind of
craving it."

My wife said, "I'll wear stockings and a very short skirt."

Hearing this, I said, "That's not a good idea! You know we haven't made love in days.
Dress sexy and pretty today, to stimulate your husband!" (My wife is the petite type.)

My wife immediately said, "Then I'll wear whatever you say, honey."

I guess my comment about not having made love in two days stimulated her, and the fact that a man is willing to patiently
accompany his wife shopping for clothes made her quite happy.

Seeing this, I immediately grabbed a base layer top. Note that the base layer top was
much ! When she stands up straight, only half of her buttocks are covered; most of them are exposed. When she bends over
, it's even worse—it's like she's not wearing anything at all.

I continued, "Wear stockings and take off your panties."

My wife stared at me with her mouth wide open, looking utterly astonished, shaking her head and saying, "Are you suggesting I go on an exhibition
? My lower body will be practically naked! Lots of people will be watching! No way!"

I thought about it, and she was right. Wearing a slightly longer undershirt and very thin, sheer black stockings, even with
a jacket, just a slight bend would reveal everything to those behind her. Unless she maintained
a perfectly straight posture, it would be a real treat for the eyes of all the wolves…

But as much as it was right, the plan had to proceed as scheduled! I said again, "Honey, I don't like hearing you say that.
It's like I'm deliberately trying to get people to look at you. Besides, they can't see anything at all. It's dark at night, who
cares about you?

And the stockings are black, how are they going to know if you're wearing underwear? If you just stand up straight and don't
keep bending over, their first impression will be, 'This woman is dressed sexily, her skirt is quite short,' who's going to check
if you're wearing underwear!

Besides, people like to look at you because you're prettier than others.
What ? What do you say, honey?" (I've found that this sentence is really deadly to women!)

A bra, a... A base layer, black stockings, black high heels, and a light jacket—
ready to go… (Just to clarify, I'm in Shenzhen, and the temperature is quite nice here.)

After parking the car, I said, “Honey, get out! How am I supposed to lock the door if you don’t? We’re already here, I
can’t keep coming out with you all the time.”

My wife got a little anxious and said, “Honey, is this okay? Will they think I’m some kind of monster
?”

I said, “Monster? No, but you do have a little slut, haha! Joking aside,
how can we do this if you don’t get out? We can’t just come all this way for nothing.”

With that, she carefully pulled at her clothes and got out of the car, looking back left and right.

I touched her butt and said, "Are you making such a big deal out of it? I already said your clothes only cover
half your butt. Visibility isn't great at night, so people won't notice. Don't worry,
your husband's here if anything happens. Don't be afraid!"

We turned onto a pedestrian street, and looking at the bright lights, I felt an indescribable excitement. After all,
my wife had never been so cooperative before!

My wife is a rather conservative woman. Watching her walk carefully ahead of me, my heart was pounding. I felt
an unbearable itch, like I wanted to find a place selling sheets and blankets, have her lie on the bed,
pull down her stockings, and just do it all, regardless of who saw. Haha, that's a joke!

I still had to carefully watch out for everyone passing by, especially men. I didn't want them
to do anything rash in the heat of the moment. That's no joke! We've been married for years, and this has never been this
exciting . It's always better to be careful.

I observed the pedestrians around me. They barely reacted when my wife was coming from the opposite direction, but as she got closer, they suddenly
glanced down at her lower body and gave me a strange look.

Her clothes were a bit short, and she was wearing sheer stockings. Men walking past her
would turn around to look, then turn back again. I was incredibly excited following behind.

Suddenly, I noticed my wife had her hands behind her back, using her bag to cover her rear. Her back was still more
visible than her front; I could vaguely see her flesh. In bright light, it was quite noticeable.

I thought to myself, "When did this woman become so clever…?"

As I was thinking this, she suddenly turned into a shop. I hurried after her, but didn't dare go in. It was a women's
clothing store, and I had to pretend I didn't know my wife. I could only stand at the shop entrance, peeking inside furtively
.

There weren't many people in the shop; a few female sales assistants quickly followed my wife after she went in,
without any exaggerated expressions.

My wife tucked her bag behind her back, looked up at her clothes, glanced left and right, and then suddenly reached out
to pull them down.

Because the clothes hung so high, about chest-deep, the pull
caused the clothes to ride up with her, exposing most of her buttocks, and since she wasn't wearing underwear, directly to the two
saleswomen .

I saw the two saleswomen were approaching my wife, probably intending to introduce her to someone,
but now they froze, unsure whether to move forward, backward, or
offer a warning. They immediately looked back at the other women, whispering something, but
didn't dare make a sound.

Seeing the scene, the tense atmosphere, I immediately looked at my wife—good heavens!
—and instead of looking up, she looked down at the row of clothes on the shelf below.

With a 90-degree bend, you can imagine how exposed her butt was. Even from this distance, I could see that fleshy side of her,
let alone the saleswomen inside. The worst part was, her bag was swinging forward too.

People were saying all sorts of things, but I didn't react at all. My heart was pounding so
fast I could probably hear it myself.

Honey, you're so bold! I didn't go into the store to cover for you. You're so daring.

Looking at my wife, she was still slowly and carefully examining each item, her back slightly bent.
I can't describe

the expressions on those women's faces—they were all over the place. I thought, "Don't go too far!" So I quickly steeled myself and went inside.
Before , I grabbed my wife, pulled her clothes down a little, pressed my body against her,
and said, "Let's go."

My wife looked completely innocent and walked towards the door with a normal gait. Those women
watched me walk away with a kind of adoring gaze.

When I got to the girl standing by the door, I turned to her and said, "I'm handsome, right? Pretty, aren't I?"

Then I turned and walked out the door. (The thing is, I'm naturally handsome, the kind of handsome man who doesn't need any embellishment, the kind of handsome
military officer .)

When we got to a darker spot, I said to my wife, "You were in danger just now. Everyone
saw everything. I was standing at the door and saw everything clearly."

Unexpectedly, my wife replied, "I know you were guarding the door. I saw there were no men in the store,
just a few girls. It wasn't dangerous. I deliberately put my bag back in front, deliberately showing them my butt.
It was so exciting!

But I'm going to pretend I didn't know, that it wasn't intentional, that my clothes were just a little short today,
honey " I haven't had enough yet. You said you'd have fun with me...

After hearing that, I said, "Goddess, I'm speechless. My wife is amazing. I admire you. Maybe we shouldn't buy the clothes
. Let's go to the park sometime when we have time."

My wife said, "Then let's go to the park."

I could hear the anticipation and excitement in her voice...

My wife's experience of exposing herself and taking photos (2)

Soon we arrived at the entrance of a park. There were stalls selling balloons and trinkets, and
groups of people chatting. There were also some people soliciting customers (motorcycles, which are bicycles with electric motors,
starting at 5 yuan).

My wife held my hand and walked very fast, saying as she walked, "Husband, hurry up!" She was
much more excited than me, like a happy little bird.

From afar, I saw an old woman selling candied hawthorns and said to me, "Honey, I haven't had candied hawthorns in ages .
I want to buy some."

I asked, "How much are they?"

The old woman said three yuan each, so my wife bought one, held it in her hand, and headed straight into the park.

Once inside, because it was almost Chinese New Year, the park was decorated everywhere, with
lanterns such. The dim lighting perhaps really accentuated the romantic atmosphere of the evening.

We walked deeper into the park. There were quite a few people on the path, mostly
couples , and some joggers who occasionally darted past.

Seeing my wife holding a bag in one hand and a candied hawthorn in the other, I asked, "Why aren't you eating any?"

My wife replied, "I'm not eating any yet. I'm afraid that when we're alone, you'll want me to kiss your penis, and I
don't want it to be all sticky and covered in sugar."

I was speechless! You're way more advanced than I am, so I said, "Since you're not going to eat them, just
put the candied hawthorns in your bag. Otherwise, a sharp bamboo stick might snag your stockings." (Don't be
surprised that candied hawthorns can be put in a bag; they come with a thin film on the outside.)

After my wife put the candied hawthorns in her bag, I took her hand and led her to a dimly lit
path paved with small stones. My wife was wearing high heels, and her hips swayed as she walked, making it a little difficult.

I looked around to make sure no one was there. The main road was about ten meters away, and there were lights on both sides. We
could see them clearly in the dark, but from the other side of the road, we could only see two silhouettes, but
if you looked closely, you could tell it was a man and a woman.

Then I said, "Honey, why don't you just pull your undershirt up to your waist? That way, your little butt will be showing
."

My wife listened to me, picked up my bag, and folded her shirt in half, pulling it up to her waist! Now it's
like this: a thick coat on top, stockings covering her buttocks, and high heels. I stand to the side,
vaguely eyeing her fleshy buttocks, then stretch out my arms, like a tightrope walker,
stepping forward one foot at a time.

I watch her buttocks swaying back and forth, feeling a strong urge to touch them, to give them a good squeeze,
like a thief.

Just as I was indulging in my fantasies, my wife suddenly turned around and said to me, "Honey, take out the camera and
take a couple of pictures for me!"

I said, "Huh! Take pictures?"

My wife said, "What do you mean by taking pictures! I mean taking photos."

I said, a little hesitantly, "Like this?"

Actually, all I wanted was to take pictures for her, but I made her ask me to. As long as she's willing to take pictures, I'm willing to do
anything . I'm really afraid she won't.

I quickly said, "Okay, okay, I'll take the picture right away. You can pose yourself."

My wife kept saying, "Hurry up, hurry up!"

I took out the camera, turned it on, adjusted it, and started taking the first picture. As soon as I pressed the shutter, the flash
went off, but the shutter didn't click immediately. About two seconds later, I heard
a click , and the first picture was taken.

I felt like my pores were standing on end. I forgot that my old camera doesn't click immediately when taking pictures at night
because you have to use the flash to illuminate the subject first!

I hurriedly looked around to see if anyone was looking our way! If anyone had looked over
, they would have definitely seen a woman standing there posing provocatively, wearing stockings, and you could definitely see her flesh.

Luckily, there are so many people in the world. Everyone goes their own way, and nobody cares who eats or sleeps.

After that, I got bolder. Once there was a first time, there was a second time! Two seconds later
, one click, two seconds later, I took many more pictures in a row.

My wife gradually got into the swing of things, as if the flowers, trees, and people around her were invisible. I would
occasionally look around.

My wife said it wasn't good to stay in one place, and she wanted to find a stone bench to sit on! I asked her if she was a little tired, and she said
no, she was just very excited tonight. (Even now, as I type these words, I
still feel excited thinking about that.)

So, I carried my bag and camera, while she continued walking along the path with her bottom showing. Every ten meters or so,
a few people would walk by, and some would turn their heads to look at us. I really don't know if they could see us clearly
or not.

Whatever, my wife isn't afraid, so why should I be? The world is so big, do you even know who I am
?

As we were talking, we arrived at a stone bench. My wife rushed over ,
plopped down on it without a care for whether she was dirty or not, and shouted, "Honey, hurry up, come take some pictures!"

I quickly snapped a few shots and then stopped. My wife asked, puzzled, "Why did you stop taking pictures?"

I said to her, "Why don't you change your pose? Kneel on the bench and lean against the backrest."

She immediately changed to that pose, which brought out her curves. Raising her body higher, bending
her waist lower, and raising her buttocks higher, it was incredibly alluring.

My wife said, "Come on."

I said, "Come on what? There are so many people, isn't that inappropriate?"

My wife immediately changed her expression: "Can't you think of anything normal all day? Taking pictures, my little butt!"

As she spoke, she even shook her buttocks a couple of times.

I quickly smiled and said, "I'll take pictures, I'll take pictures, good pose." I started snapping away.

While I was still snapping, she suddenly rolled over and sat up, spreading her legs wide! I didn't dare to be careless and
quickly started taking pictures, forgetting that we were in a park, not in my bedroom at home.

Suddenly, my wife jumped up, squatted on a bench, and said, "The food was so salty tonight,
my mouth is dry."

I was startled and said, "What did you say? Why did you stop taking pictures?"

Before I could finish speaking, she repeated that the food was salty and her mouth was dry! Suddenly, I heard
voices coming from behind. A man and a woman were about 6 or 7 meters away, walking past me.

My mind went blank; I froze, not knowing what to do! I looked at my wife, squatting there
with her head down and hugging her knees.

The man walked past, then looked back, while the woman held his hands and led him forward!

"That was dangerous..."

After they walked away, I whispered to her, "Are you alright? Were you scared?"

My wife looked up and burst into loud laughter, saying gently, "Honey, that was so exciting! Actually, when
I spread my legs for you to take a picture, I already saw that couple coming. I deliberately
squatted down when I was this close, that's what makes it exciting."

I said blankly, "If you like it, that's fine. I was afraid someone would scare you!"

My wife continued, "Can I do something even more exciting?"

I said, "How exciting? This has already scared me quite a bit. What more do you want?"

My wife said, "I'll take off my stockings, and you can take a picture!"

My head was buzzing, thinking, "Did I hear that right? That's not a good idea! If someone really comes and walks past us,
we won't even have time to put them back on. They're not pants or a skirt. If you do that, your bottom will be bare, that's not good..."

My wife is always quicker than me. Before I could finish my sentence, she had already taken the stockings and
was playing with them like a scarf.

My eyes were fixed on her snow-white thighs, dark hair, and slender high heels. My hands trembled
violently and snapped a picture. My wife snatched it away, wanting to see if it was sexy.

Holding the camera, she immediately launched into a tirade: "What are you afraid of? Why are your hands shaking? The picture
is blurry! Look at it yourself! I'm not afraid, so why are you?"

I picked up the camera and saw it was indeed blurry! And she still scolded me. I

said, feeling wronged, "I was afraid someone would come like before, and I would

n't have time to get dressed!" "So what if you saw it! You're the one who brought me out, and now you're scared? Go die!"

(These were her exact words.)

"Again…" I said, "Then spread your thighs wider."

My wife lifted her thighs, bracing her heels against the edge of the stool. I quickly raised the camera and
snapped more than ten pictures.

"Turn around, turn around, lift your butt up, use your hands to spread your legs a little, put your head on the backrest, quick!"

My wife did as I said, and I took a lot of pictures. People were practically invisible to me.
I wasn't afraid of women, so why should I be? To be honest, I was getting a little emotional at that point.

My wife said, "I'll spin around."

I said, "Okay." Unexpectedly, she walked forward with her butt exposed.

I gently called to her not to go, to put on her stockings, and that we should go home and look at the photos, and then each of us should
look at the other.

My wife immediately turned around, and I grabbed her butt and said, "What a beautiful, sexy woman! I'm
such a lucky man! Put them on, let's go home."

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