Wearing transparent clothing for a trip (full set)

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Outing in Transparent Clothing
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First Published: Spring in the Courtyard
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(I)
"Honey! My underwear is almost deformed!" 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 stared at his corpse-like body, "Did you hear me?" I raised my voice about twenty times and shouted into my husband's ear.
"Wow!" My husband jumped up, covering his ears.
"Hahahaha... who told you to ignore me?" I happily watched my husband's disheveled 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 used a vibrator to penetrate my anus and also used it to penetrate my vagina... Both were going in and out simultaneously, and with the rotation and vibration of the vibrator, I experienced both pain and orgasm, and was so stimulated that I almost passed out.)
"Come here!" My husband sat naked on the edge of the bed.
"You...you...what are you going to do?" I asked tremblingly.
"You dare 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...it's so smelly...so fishy..." When I knelt in front of my husband, ready to suck his penis, a fishy smell from not washing after sex filled my mouth, making me feel nauseous.
"Oh...oh..." My husband shoved my head down with one hand, stuffing his penis into my mouth so I couldn't 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.
I couldn't stand the fishy smell anymore, so I broke free from his grip and spat out his penis: "Husband...it smells so bad...please don't suck it!"
I knelt in front of his penis, using my hand to stroke it, pleading with him.
"No! Who gave you permission to spit it out? Put it in! Hurry up!" My husband stood up, and his penis was pressed against my lips again because of his standing.
"It smells so fishy..." I had no choice but to reluctantly suck the penis, still smelling of sex from last night, back into my mouth.
"Mmm...suck harder...mmm...mmm...so good...no wonder so many people want to fuck you...it feels so good..." My husband groaned.
"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..." With my husband's groans, a thick stream of hot fluid shot into the depths of 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 that lewd..." I wiped the remaining saliva from my mouth.
"Hmm? You're not lewd? Every time you see the comments about 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 something like that directly).
"Hmph! You served me pretty well! You sucked me quite comfortably... Okay! I'll let you buy new clothes today..." My husband said as he walked into the bathroom.
"Honey... where are you taking me shopping?" I asked happily.
"Didn't you want to buy underwear?" my husband said.
"Yeah! The underwire of my underwear got damaged by the washing machine, look..." I picked up the bra I had just taken off from the floor and walked towards the bathroom.
"Hmm, the underwire will break... then don't buy one with underwire!" My husband glanced at the underwear in my hand and said.
"But a bra 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 an unflattering figure! I'm not lying to you, how about we try buying a bra 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 looked at the transparent dress and asked in confusion.
"Please! It's not the first time, what are you afraid of? Hurry up! Take off your underwear too." My husband continued to pack his small items (lighter, cigarettes, 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 had just finished putting away his things and was sitting on the edge of the bed.
I was wearing a light blue thong, so I took my dress and put it on... "My goodness! The thong is really clearly visible." I stared at the mirror, dumbfounded.
"I'm not kidding you, am I?" my husband said.
"Hmph!" I took off the thong, not quite believing it, and looked in the mirror...
"Wow... you only notice it's not showing when you look closely (except for my private parts and my breasts which are a bit dark), it really is completely bare inside, so it's not obvious!" 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, turning around in front of the mirror, staring at my barely visible body, and at the barely visible line of my buttocks (because my entire buttocks were quite clear, it was called the line of my buttocks, not the cleft).
"It's not that obvious! You're just imagining things!" My husband stood up, put his hands on my shoulders from behind, and looked at my back as he spoke.
"Really?" I asked, half-believing.
"Let's go!" My husband grabbed my small bag and dragged me out the door.
When we arrived at the Far East Department Store parking lot, we parked the car, got out, and walked into the underground escalator…
"Honey! I'm going to the restroom…wait for me!" I said, pointing to the restroom.
My husband seemed to be in a good mood, smiling at me: "Okay! Go ahead, 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…oh my god! In this bright light, this outfit was practically see-through! It was practically the only difference that I wasn't wearing anything at all, except for the thin fabric covering my body. The nipples, the dark area around my private parts… the sheer dress only made it more alluring.
"You lied to me again… it's so transparent!" I quickly muttered to my husband as I left the bathroom (afraid of 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 eyes roamed over my entire body.
"What?! It's practically the same as not wearing anything at all, that's ridiculous!" I blushed, flustered.
"No way! There's no one here who knows you anyway, 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 groin.
"Hey! What are you thinking? This is a public place!" I pointed at that damned spot.
"Hehehe...you caught me...I can't help it! You're so alluring...super hot! So provocative! Who can resist you dressed like that!" My husband replied with a grin.
"Really...really do we have to shop like this? No way...I'm scared..." I was genuinely a little intimidated (it's really exaggerated, anyone who's seen my family's latest photos knows this).
"Whatever...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 for a moment, then the elevator doors slowly opened (in that instant when the elevator stopped, my heart started pounding wildly).
Then an elderly couple (around 40 to 50 years old) entered. As they stepped into the elevator, I glanced at them out of the corner of my eye, my heart pounding wildly. They seemed oblivious to my near-naked state, turning directly towards the elevator doors, pressing their button, and standing with their backs to us.
A sudden jolt. "Stopped again! Oh my god… why does it stop at every floor?" My heart started racing again.
"Excuse me… please pass." Two stylishly dressed working women (I call anyone in a suit "working woman") entered and stood beside me.
"It looks transparent!" a soft voice reached my ears.
"Really?" another soft voice followed.
Overwhelmed with shame, I didn't dare lift my head, only managing to steal glances out of the corner of my eye.
I noticed that the two women also seemed hesitant to look directly at me. They pretended not to notice, glancing at me out of the corner of their eyes while looking straight ahead (because the one standing further away from me turned her head more noticeably, I felt a gaze).
"Ah..." I gasped softly and looked at my husband. (At that moment, my husband's thieving hand slipped under my skirt from behind.)
He actually reached behind me and let his hand wander over my private parts, casually asking, "What's wrong?"
"You..." I glared at him, feeling like I'd swallowed a bitter pill, and didn't know how to answer.
"So stuffy... honey..." My husband then inserted his fingers into my private parts, but still pretended nothing was wrong.
"Ah..." I gasped softly from the sudden intrusion.
My husband then whispered in my ear, "Wow! So wet! You little slut..." My
husband was softly teasing me in front of everyone, unable to resist the embarrassing situation. I really didn't know how to describe my feelings at that moment.
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 reached his hand out over my private area and led me confidently across the space they had made.
Squeezing my teeth, I pretended to be nonchalant and walked out of the elevator as well. The usual habit of everyone in the elevator staring at those exiting also applied to me.
“I was really seen through! How embarrassing!” Because this kind of direct staring from behind is absolutely unacceptable.
As we 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 back of the store, the bright lighting made my dress much more transparent. I think everyone except the blind could tell that I wasn't wearing anything underneath (not only were my nipples prominent, but they were also clearly pink; not to mention my lower body, it was just a small patch of black, and the dress's barely concealing coverage only made it more alluring). Besides nervousness and shame, I also felt a strange sense of excitement.
Facing the surprised stares of the crowd, my husband didn't care at all and pulled me along, deliberately walking confidently through the crowd towards the store. Fortunately, it was the women's lingerie section, so apart from the large crowd at the elevator entrance, there were only a few scattered women afterward.
Suddenly, my husband pointed in a direction: "Let's go! Let's buy it over there."
I shyly tugged at his arm, "It's...it's too transparent! It's like not wearing anything at all..."
"Hehe...that's what makes it exciting! Never mind, let's go! I'll help you pick out some lingerie." Ignoring my tugging, he 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 (lingerie 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 tightly, a little alarmed, and glared at him with a slightly angry look... (Who knew what he was up to! He wanted me to be seen 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 the fabric was just a tiny, unidentifiable pile of stuff (I couldn't tell if it was underwear or panties).
"This set!" The saleswoman picked it up and unfolded it... I finally saw it clearly: three tiny, ultra-thin pieces of white floral fabric plus a bunch of straps.
"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 discounted to 1080." The saleswoman was about to wrap it up, as she had already folded it back into its original tangled mess of straps.
"Hmm... alright! Can I try it on?" my husband asked.
"Hmm... sure! But you can't try on the panties! For hygiene reasons, can you only try on the underwear?" the saleswoman replied.
"Oh? Then I can't really feel the overall look!" my husband said, taking the bunch of straps 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 bunch of ropes and paid the saleswoman.
"Hello! Beautiful lady, this way please!" The saleswoman took my husband's payment, put her arm around my shoulder, and pointed towards the fitting room. When we reached the fitting room door, "Come on in!" the saleswoman opened the door.
My husband was right behind us, staring directly at my back, and to make matters worse, he said in a normal voice, "So sexy, so alluring!" (In other words, the saleswoman heard him too.)
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), it turned out to be a set of sexy lingerie, just as I expected. The small white cloth in front could cover about half of the breasts, but because its material was close to silk and there were no cups for support, the two nipples were completely exposed when worn. In addition to 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 in place…
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 floor.
"..." 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. Good heavens! 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 onlookers, an even more outrageous thought popped into my head.
"Really? But this panty is so small! It doesn'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 it on was now completely exposed.
"..." The lady turned her head away, blushing.
"This..." My husband was also dumbfounded.
"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, which were only pierced by a single string, and I could clearly see that they were glistening with moisture.
"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.
(III)
"Honey...should I just put it on?" After closing the door, my heart was pounding so hard I didn't know where it was! 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, "Wear it!" "
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 wear it!" 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 with a burning sensation (wasn't this equivalent to telling the woman that I was completely naked?).
"Well... sir... I'll go get the invoice for you, please wait a moment!" The saleswoman said and left...
I put 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 just a blurry glimpse of the lingerie underneath. I could only say, "It seems 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 gone back 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! Hehehehe... so clear! This dress is really nice..." My husband whispered in my ear.
"You...you...you're so annoying!" My face flushed, and I lowered my head, 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 were subtle, suggestive decorations—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; instead, we walked further inside.
"Where…where are you going?" I was incredibly nervous.
"Just kidding! You're so hot, of course we're going to showcase you!" 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 so red I couldn't even describe it.
"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 main entrance, 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 squeezed 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. He braced himself against the wall with one hand, and with the other, through the sheer fabric of my dress, he stroked the drawstring at the back of my buttocks, occasionally lightly touching my private parts with a flick or a glide…
I was utterly at a loss for words to describe the strange feeling. The teasing touch through the thin fabric, coupled with the subtle reminders of the eroticism of my outfit, 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 his ear.
“Hmm?” My husband looked like he couldn’t hear me clearly.
“…” The embarrassment of not being able to answer louder made my face turn even redder.
"Ding!" The elevator announced its arrival.
"Hmm...wait at the door!" My husband actually pushed me out of the elevator. Since we were at the front, the surging crowd forced me to step out as well.
"Ah..." I dodged the flow of people leaving the elevator, intending to go back inside, but the doors stubbornly closed.
"Ugh..." I muttered in frustration.
I turned around, took a deep breath, and looked ahead, searching for the door. Luckily, it wasn't far from the elevator. I steeled myself and headed towards the glass door.
But during that short distance, I had a strong feeling that everyone who saw me was probably dumbfounded!
The bright lights 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 doors opened...
I walked out of the department store, head down, and gazed at the open plaza ahead. Forcing myself to act natural, I walked towards a small flower bed (the decorative flower bed outside the main entrance).
Standing by the flower bed, my heart pounded uncontrollably.
The lewd attire in the department store plaza, the voyeuristic gazes from strangers, the feeling my husband had just aroused, the intense wetness—if I weren't 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, and immediately picked up his phone to make a call...
Just then, my phone rang in my bag. My steps involuntarily stopped. I opened my bag, took out my phone, and answered, "Hello?" before continuing 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, almost 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 groin: "Look, it's so hard! You look so alluring dressed like this! Even sexier than wearing a sheer dress!" He said, while rubbing his hard penis 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! Outer clothes! Underwear!" My husband laughed and insisted.
"I'm not talking to you anymore! Pervert!" I simply ignored him.
The car drove for a while and then pulled into a motel.
"I can't resist! It's too tempting... I want a feast!" my husband said with a sly grin.
"Hmph!" I replied, feigning disdain.
After taking 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 in each building, and it's quite unique). Now that we were in a secluded environment, a sudden lustful thought arose in my mind, so I took off my barely-there see-through dress, leaving me in only a thin-strapped bikini, and then stepped out of the car.
My husband suddenly stared at me, dumbfounded.
"Isn't this even 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 exciting, and my private desires were truly overflowing.
I pulled my stunned husband into the elevator, pressed the up button, and immediately squatted down, unzipping 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 his 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)
With the first time wearing sexy lingerie and doing such lewd things in the elevator, my private parts were flooded and swollen like a burst dam.
Unconsciously, my left hand gently pushed the damp thin cloth to the side and rubbed my labia, and 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, and ignored him, went straight to the bed. After removing all my clothes, without even lifting my bra, I lay down, closed my eyes, and continued the actions of my left hand, even gently inserting my middle finger into my vagina, making slight in-and-out movements. "Ah..." I let out a soft moan of pleasure.
My husband then walked to the curtains and pulled them all the way down with a "whoosh." Through the large window with its slightly heat-insulating film, the sunlight streamed in...
After opening the curtains, my husband slowly walked to the bedside 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, and my fingers unconsciously moved harder.
"Ah... ah... I'm almost there..." Accompanied by the spasmodic throbbing in my lower body, I let out a loud, lewd moan.
But at that moment, my husband forcefully stopped me, pulled away my wet left hand, and quickly knelt down on my genitals. My entire lower body was now covered by his mouth, his tongue probing into the opening. "Ah...ah..." The dam broke immediately.
As his tongue continued to swirl around inside, the spasms intensified, and a large amount of fluid gushed onto my husband's face. Shame, humiliation, and the sensation of orgasm overwhelmed me: "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 roughly thrust his penis 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 orgasmic climax. My husband
then stopped thrusting, pulled out his penis, and put me down. "Hmm...come on, turn around, change positions..."
Still not understanding the situation, I half-heartedly allowed my husband to turn me around, then he forced my hands outstretched and raised them 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 noticed that someone on the other side had seen it and clearly told his friends, and even pointed in this direction.
"Oh... really! Then let him see! Oh... so exciting... open the window so he can see more clearly." My husband not only made no attempt to cover 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 within me. "Ah…" I responded with a cry of pain.
My husband then released my hands and began kneading my nipples, enjoying the trembling inside me while openly displaying my ravaged breasts to the crowd of pedestrians.
After exhaling, I continued to press my hands against my husband's buttocks, trying to help him release more deeply, while enjoying the comfort of my nipples being kneaded. I squinted, my mouth slightly open, panting softly, exposing my wantonness directly 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 collapsed onto the bed…
At this moment, his semen dripped from my vagina. Suddenly, the thought, "If you want to see, then let you see," 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 vaginal opening 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 the street was no longer in sight, then turned back to look at my husband, sprawled on the bed, surrendering.
I glanced out the window and saw that someone was also watching 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 onlookers, I knelt between his legs, sucking on his limp penis and the remaining sticky fluid… My still-dripping, white fluid-filled vulva was left wide open, deliberately exposed for their viewing pleasure.
“Honey, have you had enough for today?” I gently stroked his limp penis after cleaning it with my mouth, but my kneeling position remained unchanged, my rear end still wide open for their viewing pleasure.
“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 noise of traffic outside continued...
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