How to Become a Lustful Woman (Part 4) - Underwear Showcase

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To transform a pure young woman into a lustful one, to make her love sex, love fucking, love being fucked, to fill her with sexual desire. To make her sexy, and to give her the confidence to be sexy. Sexy clothing is a must. I can't make her immediately act sexy in front of others, but I can gradually get her to act sexy in front of me. Wearing pretty underwear is the most direct way.
I bought her over a dozen pairs of underwear online, intending to change her immediately. My wife is very frugal; she won't even throw away underwear unless it's worn out, so she wouldn't wear it even if I sold it. How to get rid of the old underwear troubled me for a long time, but finally, I came up with a plan. We wash socks and underwear together at home. When it's time to wash them, I first use the machine to wash the socks, and then collect the water in a bucket to flush the toilet. I wash my underwear on the sink next to the toilet, placing it on the edge of the sink, and then pretend to accidentally drop it into the bucket. "Oh no, oh no, my dear!" I yelled. My wife rushed over, "What's wrong?" "I dropped your underwear in the floodwater," I said apologetically. My wife looked at it and said casually, "You scared me to death! I thought something was wrong. It's just underwear. Anyway, it's ruined, you can just buy me another one." "Okay, I'll buy you some tomorrow." I secretly gloated, my goal achieved. My wife was now without underwear, so all her underwear was gone, and she needed to replace them all, hehehe!
The next day, I made an excuse to leave the kids with their grandma and went home with the underwear I wanted to buy. After a simple meal, I started my plan. I took out the underwear, "Honey, I bought a lot of underwear, enough to change two a day. Try them on." I only emphasized "a lot." My wife opened the package and stared blankly for a long time, "W-w, why are they all like this?" "I saw the model wearing them and they looked beautiful. You have a better figure than the model, so you'll definitely look beautiful in them." Praise is always the most powerful weapon. "But, I can't wear these out!" I hugged her, gently kissed her cheek, and pinched her bottom. "Silly girl, you can only wear this for me, you don't want anyone else to see it, do you?" I seized the opportunity to tease her. My wife said helplessly, "Okay!" I hugged her tightly and pressed her vulva against my penis. "Then hurry up and try it on, my lovely little princess!" "Don't laugh at me!" My wife shyly ran to change her panties. The first pair was a white semi-cotton panty, the back was pure cotton, and the front was made of mesh lace. The strip of fabric at the bottom just covered her vulva, and the mesh lace was practically useless, you could see a lot of pubic hair at a glance. "Wow, so beautiful, darling, you look so beautiful in these panties, they accentuate your perfect figure." I suddenly felt that my flattery skills were improving. "Come on, walk around a couple of times." I encouraged her. My wife imitated the model and wiggled her butt. "Okay, okay, beautiful!" I went up to her from the front and hugged her, my hand reaching out to touch her buttocks. "Let me see how it feels," I said, gazing at her tenderly as I touched her. She asked shyly, "How does it feel?" I said, "It feels great." "Is my buttocks better, or are your panties better?" This was a provocation. I grabbed her buttocks and pressed them against my penis. "Both are good, I like them both." I then moved around to hug her from behind, gently stroking the lace, touching her labia majora, scratching her labia minora, pressing her clitoris, and ideally, slipping my hand inside to play with her pubic hair. "What are you doing?" my wife asked, wriggling her buttocks. I said seriously, "Testing the elasticity, if it's too tight, my hand won't be able to get in." "Ugh, my wife wriggled her hips and broke free from my embrace. She ran off to change her panties. The next few pairs were the same style as the first one, and my wife earnestly demonstrated them by wiggling her hips as she walked. I also carefully checked them. After trying on this style, my wife's crotch was already wet. The fifth pair was a purple transparent printed panty. Wearing it was practically like wearing nothing at all; her buttocks, vulva, and pubic hair were all on full display. 'Wow, so beautiful, so tempting, you're practically a sex goddess.' I realized I was becoming a master of flattery. My praise made my wife even more confident, and she wriggled her hips and walked around the living room a couple of times. I used the same method, under the pretext of experiencing the feel, and gently stroked her, the subtle stimulation making her wriggle her hips from time to time. There were two lip prints on her buttocks and labia. I asked in surprise, 'Who kissed you like that? Tell me honestly.'" “I don’t know whose mark it is,” my wife said, feigning grievance. “They all kissed, I don’t know who left it.” I felt like I was being teased. My wife continued, “Didn’t you kiss it too? Is it yours?” “Let me see.” I squatted down in front of her, brought my lips close to her vulva, and pretended to examine it closely, breathing hot air onto her vulva. She laughed, tickled. I said, “Let me compare.” Then I pressed my lips to the lip print and gently licked her labia with my tongue. My wife backed away, and I grabbed her buttocks, sculpting her labia with my tongue and gently pulling them outwards. My wife screamed and broke free of my clutches, running away. Later, we tried several pairs of pants with the same pattern but different colors. She was particularly wary of my excessive harassment, but her pants were still stained with a lot of semen. Next, my wife appeared, wearing a silk scarf and dancing the samba, wiggling her hips around me. I tried to hug her, but she pushed me away. I sat on the sofa, and she immediately jumped up and straddled me, her erection already throbbing. She rubbed and squeezed it with her buttocks and vagina, as if trying to grind it into a needle. I tried to hug her again, but she pressed my hands down on the sofa, leaned in to kiss me, her tongue lightly brushing my lips. I reciprocated, but she pulled away. She continued rubbing her erection vigorously. Damn, my wife's trying to take the initiative! How embarrassing! I sat up, trying to hug her, but she immediately got up and ran away. I only managed to grab the silk scarf. Without the scarf, my underwear was exposed—a red thong with a drawstring. It looked like I was wearing a... A narrow strip of cloth was tied around her body with a strap, feeling like it would fall off at the slightest touch. My wife jumped onto the chaise lounge, sticking her butt out at me, rhythmically swaying her hips. I felt like my nose was about to bleed; she was so tempting. Was this really my wife? So provocative. I walked over and squatted in front of her buttocks. This time she didn't run away. I looked closer; the strip of cloth, though small, completely covered her vulva, with pubic hair peeking out from the edges—so alluring. I breathed hot air onto her vulva, and she swayed her hips, tickled. I gently brushed my nose against her panties, feeling their fleshy texture. After a few strokes, they were soaked. I turned my head, bit the end of a strap, and gently pulled, untying the panties, which then fell down. Her vulva was now completely wet. "You slut, I'm going to take you right here and now." "He started taking off his shorts. My wife turned around, saw it, and immediately got up and ran away. Oh my god! My wife came out in her pajamas, carrying a pile of underwear, threw it in front of me, and said, 'Go on, wash them before you wear them.' 'Ah! Heavens! This can't be fair!' I yelled. I had no choice but to go wash the underwear, my penis still erect. (Going home, to be continued)"

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