[A Married Woman's Confession] (Full)

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My name is Liza, I'm 40 years old, and 163cm tall. Although I'm well into my late twenties, I still maintain a pretty good figure and appearance (32C-24-32), and I still get a lot of attention on the street. My husband and I have been living in this courtyard house for several years now, but I felt that some of the articles we've read over the years weren't entirely true, so with my husband's encouragement, I decided to write down what happened in the past. From high school onwards, I was constantly surrounded by boys, but because I grew up in a very conservative family, I didn't have my first boyfriend until I graduated from graduate school. Although we progressed to full-body caresses after knowing each other for only two months, and I even helped him masturbate, I traditionally believed that I had to give my virginity to my husband, so I was still a virgin when I got married! My first relationship lasted a year because I felt that my boyfriend needed sex more than he loved me, so it ended without a trace. Later, a senior from my university introduced me to my husband. He was a master's graduate from a well-known university in the United States. He wasn't tall, but he had a very scholarly air about him and was a very refined-looking person. I was very attracted to him from the first time we met, and we got married nine months after we met. My husband's family is well-off, so after we got married, we bought a small house in the suburbs and lived a sweet married life. I went from a naive virgin to a wife. However, our sex life wasn't as passionate as many novels portray. Sex was very comfortable for me, but orgasm was just a term from books! I read many books about it, but no one could give me an answer. In the end, I guessed I was one of the 85% of women who never experienced an orgasm! After marriage, my husband bought some porn to watch, hoping to make our life more exciting. However, most of the porn (especially the ones without a plot) didn't appeal to me at all; instead, they made me feel disgusted. My husband's penis is about the same size as my ex-boyfriend's, about 13 to 14 centimeters. Seeing the large penises of Black men from Europe and America actually made me feel thankful that my husband's wasn't that big, otherwise sex would be very painful. I originally thought our sex life would be just like this, so uneventful, but who knew… A year after our marriage, my husband and some friends started a computer company. The new company was far from home, so he couldn't pick me up and drop me off. Plus, I was getting a bit tired of my old job, so I decided to switch to a less demanding job that was closer to home. And that's how my story began. === ... My job often involves contact with our sales representatives. These representatives are almost always around my cubicle at the company, gossiping and making suggestive remarks, like saying they went to a club with a hospital director the night before, how sexy the girls were, and that they'd treat me to dinner... etc. At first, they were more reserved, but soon they started openly talking about going to hotels with girls and how virile they were! I was always embarrassed and didn't know what to do. My boss would often come to my rescue, and I gradually developed feelings for him. Company policy requires us to wear skirts to work, and I enjoy showing off my long legs. I can often feel greedy eyes focused on my legs, constantly trying to peek under my skirt, forcing me to be constantly on guard against any wardrobe malfunctions. Most guys think girls who like to wear short skirts are promiscuous, but for me, I just really want to show off my legs. I only feel happy when a man I admire notices my legs; if a man I don't like stares at them, I just feel disgusted. I always thought my boss was a gentleman, not like those sales representatives who are lecherous, until one day at the end of June… The foreign company had endless meetings and reports at Quarterend. After the business review meeting that day, my boss asked me to take some documents to his office because he needed to revise a report for headquarters. My boss's office has a sofa for entertaining guests; it's a recessed sofa, and I have to be very careful every time I sit down or get up, otherwise it's easy to expose myself (female readers will understand). After we finished discussing the revisions, I accidentally spilled the documents all over the floor when I stood up. My boss and I both squatted down to pick them up. In my haste, I didn't pay attention to my posture. While picking up the documents, I suddenly noticed that my boss's movements slowed down (a woman's sixth sense). I didn't dare look at him directly, so I could only glance at him out of the corner of my eye. I saw that his gaze was focused between my legs. Remembering that I was wearing slightly transparent underwear that day, my most private parts were completely exposed, I was instantly ashamed and didn't know what to do. I could only pretend nothing was wrong and continue picking up the documents. When I hurriedly finished collecting the documents and stood up, I found that my boss was still squatting on the ground. Instead of standing up immediately, he turned his back to me before standing up. But I noticed that his crotch had a large tent. In an instant, our faces turned red, like children caught doing something wrong. I rushed out of the room and into the bathroom, my heart pounding. Sitting on the toilet, I realized my vagina was so wet it had soaked through my underwear. Through the wet fabric, my pubic hair and labia were clearly visible. The thought that my boss had just seen my most private area and caused him to become aroused filled me with mixed emotions—sweetness and shyness. I don't know how I got home that day; all I could think about was the look in my boss's eyes as he stared between my legs. That night, I desperately hoped my husband wouldn't work late and would come home to be with me. This was the first time I felt empty and needed a hot, hard penis to fill me, but my wish was dashed; my husband still had to work late. While showering, thinking about that burning gaze, I couldn't help but masturbate, imagining his erect penis, and I reached my first orgasm. From that day on, there seemed to be a hint of ambiguity between my boss and me. I felt he was looking at me more often, and I paid more attention to my appearance. Even when answering calls from my boss's wife, I felt a little awkward. The boss's wife was an ordinary-looking woman, but she had a somewhat seductive (or perhaps what men would call flirtatious) air about her. According to other colleagues, she kept a close eye on the boss (often calling to check up on him) and insisted that his secretary be married. Soon after, the company needed renovations due to booming business, and half the staff had to move upstairs to make room. Because of work requirements, the boss asked me to move into his office. Since it was temporary, only the desk was moved; there was no partition. My desk was placed opposite the sofa at a 90-degree angle to the boss's desk, so people sitting on the sofa could clearly see my legs. If I wasn't careful, I would be exposed. Since moving into the office, I noticed more colleagues coming into the boss's office to talk and chat, and most of them were still focused on my legs. To get rid of these pesky flies, I rotated my desk 45 degrees. After changing my position, there were fewer flies, but my boss's view became even better, and it felt like my boss was spending more time at his desk. One day, my boss was in a meeting with the general manager and called to ask me to find some information on his computer. After returning the call, I found a JPEG file open on his computer (notifiable, file name: liza00001). Curious, I opened it and blushed. It was a photo of a woman's underwear, clearly showing the color of her panties. Upon closer inspection, although I couldn't see the woman's face, the background and clothing convinced me it was me. Continuing my search, I found over a dozen similar photos, all taken after the office was moved in. Some even showed clearly pubic hair (which is quite abundant). It dawned on me—I finally understood why my boss had recently gotten a new phone with a 5-megapixel camera. (II) Confession Just as I was looking for other photos, I heard my boss's voice. I quickly ran back to my seat and pretended to be busy, while secretly glancing at him. Luckily, after giving me some instructions, he took his laptop (back then, only managers in our foreign company had one!) and went back to his meeting. Although he was gone, my heart was pounding, and I couldn't calm down for a long time. Suddenly, I wondered if I had restored the files to their original state in my haste. Would my boss find out I had seen them? How would I face him when he came back? The more I thought about it, the more confused I became. So I quickly left a note for him, using a verbal excuse to ask for leave and go home. I got on the bus. Since it wasn't rush hour, the bus was empty. I chose a seat, but my mind kept going back to: Did my boss find out? If he did, could I still go to work? Why did my boss take pictures under my skirt? He clearly did something he shouldn't have done, so why didn't I feel angry? Instead, I felt like I was the one who did it.Caught in the act? Did my subconscious want to expose him? Was I really so lewd? Then I remembered how I masturbated after my wardrobe malfunction… my head was about to explode. Suddenly, the car braked sharply, bringing me back to reality. A couple who looked like college students were sitting opposite me, and I was certain his gaze had been fixed on my crotch before the brakes stopped. His girlfriend looked innocent and pretty, wearing a short skirt, though her calves were a bit thick. 'Why do guys with girlfriends still peep at other women?' The car braked again, and in the swaying motion, the girl's legs involuntarily opened. In that instant, I saw her crotch, and the boy's gaze must have seen what he wanted to see too. I really don't understand why men are so interested in women's crotches. But I still can't understand why, when a strange boy peeps at me on the bus, I don't feel the same way I did when my boss peeped at me in the office. I tossed and turned all night, unable to sleep. The next morning, I didn't have the courage or know how to face my boss, so I called to ask for a day off. He sounded normal, just telling me to get some rest. After hanging up, I went back to sleep. In my hazy state, I imagined myself standing on a stage in a miniskirt, surrounded by colleagues, with my boss sitting right in the middle. They were all snapping photos of me, the flashes and camera clicks getting louder and louder. I suddenly woke up; it was the phone ringing. After hanging up my husband's call to check on me, I was about to get out of bed when the phone rang again. This time it was my boss calling to ask about some reports due that day. After discussing business, he unusually offered some caring words, which warmed my heart. After hanging up, I realized I was covered in sweat, so I took a shower. After showering, I saw it was almost noon. Thinking about how hot it was outside, I didn't want to go out, so I called the small shop at the corner store to order takeout. After ordering, I took my clothes to the balcony to wash. The doorbell rang not long after I finished showering. I wondered why the landlady was so quick. Since I had just showered, I was only wearing my pajamas (I always wear my husband's old shirts as pajamas at home). I was thinking of putting on some underwear before opening the door, but the doorbell rang again. I figured it was usually the landlady or her daughter-in-law delivering takeout, and besides, the shirt was quite long, so I couldn't see anything from across the street. So I grabbed some change and went to open the door. To my surprise, the landlady was standing outside with a large bag of takeout food. As soon as the door opened, she exclaimed, "It's so hot! It's so hot!" and walked into the house, saying, "I have to go to a meeting at the nearby XX Hospital this afternoon, and I was worried you weren't feeling well and probably wouldn't have had lunch, so I bought some takeout to eat with you. I didn't expect the soup to be so hot!" I didn't even have a chance to stop her; the landlady had already put the food on the table. I could only rush to the kitchen to get bowls and plates to fill with the food, my mind racing with what to do. The busier I got, the more chaotic things became. As I left the kitchen, I tripped on the threshold and almost fell. The boss saw this and quickly reached out to help me, his hand landing squarely on my chest, pulling my shirt up quite a bit. He clearly knew I wasn't wearing a bra; he seemed stunned or something, but he wouldn't let go, his eyes just looking down. For a moment, we both felt incredibly embarrassed and didn't know what to do! Just as the boss was about to make a move, the doorbell rang. I quickly pulled away, put down the dishes, and shouted, "Who is it?" "It's me, the delivery guy," the boss's wife's voice came in. I quickly gestured for the boss to sit on the sofa, straightened my clothes, and went to open the door. After seeing the boss's wife off, I put the food down, apologized to the boss, and rushed into my room to change. Once inside, I felt completely drained, both embarrassed and anxious. I took a few deep breaths and quickly put on my bra and panties. In my haste, I couldn't find any pants, so I just grabbed a skirt. As I left the bedroom, the boss placed the food into bowls and plates, asking me where to put the chopsticks, as if nothing had happened! I picked up the chopsticks and sat down to eat with him. He talked about company matters while eating, and I knew he was trying to make me feel awkward, but I didn't dare look him in the eye, so I just kept quiet. Finally, we finished eating, and I invited him to sit in the living room. I made him a cup of tea and sat on the other sofa next to him. A long silence followed. The boss coughed and said, "Liza, I'm sorry! You've probably seen the photos on my computer. I didn't mean to invade your privacy. I really couldn't help myself. Would you like to hear what I have to say?" (III) The Secret The boss began in a low voice, "This is a secret and pain hidden in my heart. Whatever your final decision, I hope you can keep it a secret. Ten years ago, I was in a car accident. I'm not seriously injured, but I've been unable to have a normal married life since then. These past ten years have been a nightmare for me. A few years ago, I even looked for folk remedies everywhere, but I've given up hope in the last two years. That day, I happened to see something in the office..." After saying "saw" several times, the boss finally mustered up the courage to continue, "That thing I shouldn't have seen, your private parts, actually made me do that again... This rekindled hope in my life!" After a moment of silence, the boss buried his head in his hands and choked up as he continued, "However, after I got home that day..." I tried it myself, but it didn't work, which disappointed me greatly. Unexpectedly, the office was being renovated recently, and you moved into mine. Occasionally, when you accidentally expose yourself, I get an arousal, so I had the idea to take pictures to see if having photos would help. So I bought a camera and took some pictures during your lunch break… Please forgive me; if you don't want it, I'll delete the files immediately.” After hearing his story, I felt a mix of emotions (shame and sympathy), and a whole host of questions flashed through my mind. After a moment of silence, I mustered my courage and asked, “Even seeing a doctor didn't work? Is there any other way? Has your wife seen those photos? Does she know it's me? Will it work?” After rattling off these questions, my face was already flushed with embarrassment! "As you know, I have connections with many well-known hospitals and doctors across the country. The doctor said it's due to nerve damage, causing a problem with the connection to the central nervous system. There's no cure at this stage, and surgery isn't an option; it's all down to luck! My wife hasn't seen these photos because I didn't want her to know before things were confirmed." The boss paused for a moment, then continued, as if he had something difficult to say: "We've tried everything we could, methods that most people wouldn't try. We've tried countless methods—porn, adult magazines—none of them worked. The only thing I felt was a reaction when I looked at those photos, but I don't know if it actually helped during intercourse. You're a competent secretary and a good girl, and I don't want you to leave because of this, so I'm telling you my most private secret. I hope you can forgive me." The boss's helpless appearance and tone, along with his pitiful past, made me feel very sorry for him (maternal instinct, perhaps). Sometimes, a man's tears are very effective! The thought that this man, so powerful and influential in the office and industry, had such a pitiful and helpless painful past made me want to hug him and comfort him. However, the thought of him masturbating while looking at his most private photos... ah... ah... oh! And then I thought about what I would do if my husband lost his sexual ability. Although I don't feel a high sex drive right now, sex is a wonderful thing. What would a married couple's life be like without sex? Thinking about this, I couldn't help but feel even more sympathy for his wife and him. A woman's compassion and maternal instinct completely overcame reason! "So, do you want to keep those photos? Will you let your wife know? If she finds out, how will I face her? Will these photos really help you? Can you guarantee that these photos won't leak out?" The boss shook his head and said, "I know it's unfair to you if I keep these photos, but I still hope you can agree, because being an incomplete man is something no one else can imagine! Remember that day last week when I left the company very early? That day, after taking the photos, I couldn't wait to know the answer, so I went home early." I've said everything I shouldn't have, and I'm not afraid of your laughter or disdain. The emotion and joy I felt when I felt like a man again are beyond what outsiders can understand. You and I have been colleagues for almost two years; you should know me somewhat. Promise me, okay? I promise you I will never show the photos to anyone! Don't push me back into the abyss of pain! Hearing this, I knew I had surrendered! "Haven't you and your husband lived like this all these years? Why did it only work with me?" My question made the boss's face darken again. He said, "I've resigned myself to my fate these past few years. I don't want to owe her anything by making her live a widow's life, so I've never cared about her life outside. She's been away from home more and more these past few years, and I don't want to know what she's doing outside. I've put almost all my energy into my career these past few years; I can only choose to escape. After all, not many men willingly want to be cuckolded, right? We've been treating each other with respect all this time! Even if I could become a man again, I..."I had no idea how to face this marriage. Actually, I knew that from the day you joined the company, many colleagues were attracted to you. But I was your boss, and I felt I was past my prime, so I didn't have any romantic feelings. I just never expected that day… Maybe it was fate that you were my savior? "Okay, but you absolutely cannot let anyone see those photos. You can't take any more without my permission." As soon as the words left my mouth, I regretted them. Would the boss interpret them as meaning I could take photos as just asking? But the words were already out, so I'd deal with it later! Hearing my answer, the boss's face immediately brightened, and he readily agreed, saying, "Whatever you say." I inwardly groaned, but I didn't know how to change my mind, so I remained silent. The boss stood up and said, "Liza, thank you so much. You're like a second parent to me! I have to go to my meeting." As I saw him to the door, he suddenly turned around, hugged me, and kissed me on the cheek, leaving me stunned and bewildered! === ... Seeing that it was still early, I called my husband to see if he could leave work early to have dinner with me. Surprisingly, he could! We arranged a place to eat, and since it was still early, I thought I could go shopping for clothes first, which instantly lifted my spirits. I quickly washed up, put on makeup, and got ready to go out. While changing my dress, it suddenly occurred to me, why do men like to peek under women's skirts? Curious, I grabbed a chair, sat in front of the mirror, and looked at my crotch. I didn't think there was anything particularly attractive about it, but I did notice that some of my sitting postures, which I thought were safe, were actually revealing. I also thought my underwear was ugly and needed some new ones. If I knew I'd be photographed, I should at least have looked prettier! (Sigh, women are naturally vain!) After a long time, I finally arrived at the department store. After looking around for ages, I finally found a short skirt at the Chanel counter. It was beautiful and expensive, but also much shorter than my usual skirts. I hesitated for a long time but ultimately didn't buy it. Seeing that it was time for our dinner appointment, I had to leave dejectedly. After dinner with my husband, we passed by Chanel again on the way to the parking lot (a bit intentionally, I guess). I dragged him inside, pointed to a white mini-skirt, and asked, "Does that skirt look good? I'm worried it's a bit short!" "Victory!"... Anyway, I got my husband's approval, which satisfied my shopping desire! After leaving Chanel, I dragged my husband to a VS lingerie store to look at underwear. I thought the new panties were all very pretty, but also very revealing. The sales assistant advised that someone with beautiful legs like me should buy thongs so that there wouldn't be panty lines when wearing skirts... Thinking that thongs wouldn't cover my thick pubic hair at all, and that I might accidentally expose myself and be seen by everyone... I was about to leave when my husband, without saying a word, asked the sales assistant to wrap it up, and whispered in my ear, "I like my wife to dress sexy!" That night, my husband seemed particularly excited, burying his face in my breasts and sucking on them, his hands constantly stroking the inside of my legs. While enjoying my husband's caresses, I asked him why he was so excited that day? My husband rolled over on top of me, his penis rubbing against my legs before he entered me. He whispered in my ear, "Seeing you try on that white mini-skirt, those alluring legs are getting me so excited! And those men with their wives are staring at you, their eyes practically burning with desire! A lot of them must want to fuck you, maybe they're even masturbating right now!" Ah… this made me wonder, was my boss also masturbating while looking at my genitals? "You wear mini-skirts to work every day, a lot of male colleagues, even your boss, must want to fuck you, right? I'll fuck you for all your colleagues right now! Honey, okay? Okay?" These words were like an aphrodisiac, sending me into a frenzy. And then I thought, my boss must be masturbating while thinking about fucking me too, right? Enduring the triple stimulation of body, mind, and words, I felt waves of contractions in my vagina. Losing control, I clung to my husband like an octopus, screaming, "Yes, yes! Husband, fuck me! Let them fuck me…" With these screams, I reached my first orgasm! After the passion subsided, I hugged my husband and whispered in his ear, "Honey, today was really great!" "Wife, you're different today! Were you thinking about other men?" My husband had seen through my secret, and I snapped angrily, "Get lost! I wasn't! You're the pervert! Other men were staring at your wife with lustful eyes, and you weren't angry, you were excited! You're sick!" My husband thought I was angry and quickly apologized. Taking advantage of this opportunity, I got up to take a shower. I woke up in an unusually good mood, finding everyone adorable, and I put that incident aside. At work, my boss didn't notice anything unusual, and I had a happy day. However, I felt different from before! The next few weeks seemed uneventful, except I felt more caring towards my boss, the distance between us grew closer, and my posture became as natural as at home, less guarded, and I stopped worrying about exposing myself. Unfortunately, since that day, the frequency of our sex life hasn't increased, and the passion of that day is gone, until the day my husband's company celebrated its return to profitability with a dinner for the main executives. Every wife dressed up for the dinner, and the dress I bought at Chanel finally came in handy. After dinner, everyone was still in high spirits, so we all went to karaoke. Besides my husband and me, there was Alex (the sales manager), three other couples, and my husband's (David's) partner, James, and his wife. The atmosphere at the karaoke bar was great. Everyone was toasting each other to celebrate the company starting to make money. Some people sang, and some couples even started dancing. I have a pretty good alcohol tolerance, but I still got a little tipsy. I was resting on the sofa with my husband in my arms when I vaguely heard him say in my ear, "Liza, you look so sexy today. You've really got my colleagues hooked. Alex has been watching you the whole time!" I opened my eyes, and in the dim light, I saw Alex sitting on the sofa opposite us, staring straight at us. I instinctively closed my legs, thinking, "Oh no! I wasn't paying attention to my legs while I was half asleep, and I must have exposed myself!" Then I realized my skirt had been pulled up, and I could almost see my underwear. My heart skipped a beat, and I tried to sit up to straighten my skirt, but my husband held me tightly and whispered in my ear, "Don't be nervous! It's not a big deal if someone sees you, and they've already been looking for a while. Alex is very dedicated to his work and doesn't have time for girlfriends, consider it an employee perk! Besides, the lighting is so dim, they can't see anything clearly anyway." My husband held me so tightly, and the lighting was so dim, I didn't struggle anymore and continued to rest. I don't know how much time passed, but suddenly the lights came on, and in that instant, I saw more than one pair of greedy eyes. After leaving the karaoke bar, my husband drove to the entrance to pick me up. Alex politely opened the car door for me, but I knew very well that Alex's gaze was fixed between my legs! Tonight, my husband was even more vigorous during sex than last time. While we were making love, he kept muttering, "Alex's been watching you all night, he's definitely masturbating thinking about you now. Honey, you're so horny! Wearing such a short skirt today, trying to seduce men? Next time, honey, just don't wear underwear, give him a little more pleasure. So many guys want to fuck my horny wife, I really want to fuck you in front of him at a karaoke bar. Honey, next time we'll find a guy next to us, and fuck you in front of him, okay?" Imagining Alex and the boss's gazes, I...orgasmed again! My husband is a very refined person, he never swears, and he's usually very traditional during sex, but these last two times, it turns out my husband and I both have another side! (The End)Hearing my answer, the boss's face immediately brightened, and he repeatedly agreed, saying, "Whatever you say." I inwardly groaned, but not knowing how to change my mind, I remained silent. The boss stood up and said, "Liza, thank you so much. You're like a second parent to me! I have to go to my meeting." As I saw him to the door, he suddenly turned back, hugged me, and kissed me on the cheek, leaving me stunned and bewildered! ＝ ... Anyway, you can't see his face in the photo, and I've had wardrobe malfunctions before without losing anything. If this can help him regain his confidence, wouldn't that be a good deed? My boss is usually nice to me, and I admire him. He's even been honest with me about his most embarrassing secrets. Let's just pretend this never happened and consider it helping someone! I finally found a good reason for myself, and I felt much lighter. I decided to stop thinking about it. Seeing that it was still early, I called my husband to see if he could leave work early to have dinner with me. Surprisingly, he could! We arranged a place to eat, and since it was still early, I thought I could go shopping for clothes first, which instantly lifted my spirits. I quickly washed up, put on makeup, and prepared to go out. While changing my dress, it suddenly occurred to me why men like to peek under women's skirts. Curious, I grabbed a chair, sat in front of the mirror, and looked between my legs. I didn't see anything particularly attractive, but I did notice that some of my sitting postures, which I thought were safe, were actually revealing. I felt my underwear was ugly and needed some new ones. If I'd known I'd be photographed, I should at least have looked prettier! (Sigh, women are naturally vain!) After a long time, I finally got to the department store. After looking around for ages, I finally found a short skirt at the Chanel counter. It was beautiful and expensive, but also much shorter than my usual skirts. I hesitated for a long time but ultimately didn't buy it. Seeing that it was time for our dinner appointment, I had to leave dejectedly. After dinner with my husband, we passed by Chanel again on the way to the parking lot (a bit intentionally, I guess). I dragged him inside, pointed to the white mini-skirt, and asked, "Does that skirt look good? I'm worried it's a bit short!" "Victory!"... Anyway, with my husband's endorsement, my shopping desire was satisfied! After leaving Chanel, I dragged my husband to a VS lingerie store to look at underwear. I thought the new panties were all so pretty, but also very revealing. The sales assistant kept advising me, saying that someone with beautiful legs like me should definitely buy thongs so there wouldn't be panty lines under skirts… But then I realized that thongs wouldn't cover my thick pubic hair at all, and if I accidentally flashed someone, everyone would see everything… Just as I was about to leave, my husband, without a word, told the sales assistant to wrap it up, and whispered in my ear, “I like my wife to dress sexy!” That night, my husband seemed especially excited. He buried his face in my breasts, sucking on them intensely, and his hands kept stroking the inside of my legs. While enjoying his caresses, I asked him why he was so excited that day. My husband rolled over on top of me, his penis rubbing against my legs before he entered me. My husband whispered in my ear, "Seeing you try on that white mini-skirt, those alluring legs are getting me so excited! And the men accompanying their wives are practically drooling over you! A lot of them must want to have sex with you, maybe they're even masturbating right now!" Ah…this made me wonder if my boss was also masturbating while looking at my genitals. "You wear mini-skirts to work every day, so a lot of male colleagues, even your boss, must want to have sex with you, right? I'll do it for all your colleagues right now! Honey, okay? Okay?" These words were like an aphrodisiac, driving me to the brink of ecstasy. And then I thought, my boss must be masturbating while thinking about having sex with me too. Under the triple stimulation of body, mind, and words, I felt waves of contractions in my vagina. I lost control and clung to my husband like an octopus, screaming, "Yes, yes! Husband, fuck me! Let them fuck me…" With that scream, I reached my first orgasm! After the passion subsided, I hugged my husband and whispered in his ear, "Honey, today was really great!" "Honey, you're different today! Were you thinking about another man?" My husband had seen through my secret, and I snapped angrily, "Get lost! I wasn't! You're the pervert! Other men were staring at your wife with lustful eyes, and you weren't angry at all, you were even excited! You're sick!" My husband thought I was angry and quickly apologized. Taking advantage of this opportunity, I got up to take a shower. I woke up in an unusually good mood, finding everyone adorable, and I put that incident aside. At work, my boss didn't notice anything unusual, and I had a happy day. However, I felt different from before! The next few weeks seemed like nothing had happened, except that I felt more caring towards my boss, the distance between us was much closer, my posture was as natural as at home, I was less guarded, and I no longer paid attention to whether I was exposing myself. Unfortunately, the frequency of sex with my husband didn't increase after that day, and the passion of that day never returned, until the day my husband's company celebrated turning a profit and hosted a dinner for the company's main executives. Every wife dressed up for the dinner, and the dress I bought at Chanel finally came in handy. After dinner, everyone was still in high spirits, so we all went to karaoke. Besides my husband and me, there was also Alex (the sales manager), three other couples, and my husband's (David's) partner, James, and his wife. The atmosphere at the karaoke bar was great. Everyone was toasting each other to celebrate the company starting to make money. Some people sang, and some couples even started dancing. I have a pretty good alcohol tolerance, but I still got a little tipsy. I was resting on the sofa with my husband in my arms when I vaguely heard him say in my ear, "Liza, you look so sexy today. You've really got my colleagues hooked. Alex has been watching you the whole time!" I opened my eyes, and in the dim light, I saw Alex sitting on the sofa opposite us, staring straight at us. I instinctively closed my legs, thinking, "Oh no! I wasn't paying attention to my legs while I was half asleep, and I must have exposed myself!" Then I realized my skirt had been pulled up, and I could almost see my underwear. My heart skipped a beat, and I tried to sit up to straighten my skirt, but my husband held me tightly and whispered in my ear, "Don't be nervous! It's not a big deal if someone sees you, and they've already been looking for a while. Alex is very dedicated to his work and doesn't have time for girlfriends, consider it an employee perk! Besides, the lighting is so dim, they can't see anything clearly anyway." My husband held me so tightly, and the lighting was so dim, I didn't struggle anymore and continued to rest. I don't know how much time passed, but suddenly the lights came on, and in that instant, I saw more than one pair of greedy eyes. After leaving the karaoke bar, my husband drove to the entrance to pick me up. Alex politely opened the car door for me, but I knew very well that Alex's gaze was fixed between my legs! Tonight, my husband was even more vigorous during sex than last time. While we were making love, he kept muttering, "Alex's been watching you all night, he's definitely masturbating thinking about you now. Honey, you're so horny! Wearing such a short skirt today, trying to seduce men? Next time, honey, just don't wear underwear, give him a little more pleasure. So many guys want to fuck my horny wife, I really want to fuck you in front of him at a karaoke bar. Honey, next time we'll find a guy next to us, and fuck you in front of him, okay?" Imagining Alex and the boss's gazes, I...orgasmed again! My husband is a very refined person, he never swears, and he's usually very traditional during sex, but these last two times, it turns out my husband and I both have another side! (The End)Hearing my answer, the boss's face immediately brightened, and he repeatedly agreed, saying, "Whatever you say." I inwardly groaned, but not knowing how to change my mind, I remained silent. The boss stood up and said, "Liza, thank you so much. You're like a second parent to me! I have to go to my meeting." As I saw him to the door, he suddenly turned back, hugged me, and kissed me on the cheek, leaving me stunned and bewildered! ＝ ... Anyway, you can't see his face in the photo, and I've had wardrobe malfunctions before without losing anything. If this can help him regain his confidence, wouldn't that be a good deed? My boss is usually nice to me, and I admire him. He's even been honest with me about his most embarrassing secrets. Let's just pretend this never happened and consider it helping someone! I finally found a good reason for myself, and I felt much lighter. I decided to stop thinking about it. Seeing that it was still early, I called my husband to see if he could leave work early to have dinner with me. Surprisingly, he could! We arranged a place to eat, and since it was still early, I thought I could go shopping for clothes first, which instantly lifted my spirits. I quickly washed up, put on makeup, and prepared to go out. While changing my dress, it suddenly occurred to me why men like to peek under women's skirts. Curious, I grabbed a chair, sat in front of the mirror, and looked between my legs. I didn't see anything particularly attractive, but I did notice that some of my sitting postures, which I thought were safe, were actually revealing. I felt my underwear was ugly and needed some new ones. If I'd known I'd be photographed, I should at least have looked prettier! (Sigh, women are naturally vain!) After a long time, I finally got to the department store. After looking around for ages, I finally found a short skirt at the Chanel counter. It was beautiful and expensive, but also much shorter than my usual skirts. I hesitated for a long time but ultimately didn't buy it. Seeing that it was time for our dinner appointment, I had to leave dejectedly. After dinner with my husband, we passed by Chanel again on the way to the parking lot (a bit intentionally, I guess). I dragged him inside, pointed to the white mini-skirt, and asked, "Does that skirt look good? I'm worried it's a bit short!" "Victory!"... Anyway, with my husband's endorsement, my shopping desire was satisfied! After leaving Chanel, I dragged my husband to a VS lingerie store to look at underwear. I thought the new panties were all so pretty, but also very revealing. The sales assistant kept advising me, saying that someone with beautiful legs like me should definitely buy thongs so there wouldn't be panty lines under skirts… But then I realized that thongs wouldn't cover my thick pubic hair at all, and if I accidentally flashed someone, everyone would see everything… Just as I was about to leave, my husband, without a word, told the sales assistant to wrap it up, and whispered in my ear, “I like my wife to dress sexy!” That night, my husband seemed especially excited. He buried his face in my breasts, sucking on them intensely, and his hands kept stroking the inside of my legs. While enjoying his caresses, I asked him why he was so excited that day. My husband rolled over on top of me, his penis rubbing against my legs before he entered me. My husband whispered in my ear, "Seeing you try on that white mini-skirt, those alluring legs are getting me so excited! And the men accompanying their wives are practically drooling over you! A lot of them must want to have sex with you, maybe they're even masturbating right now!" Ah…this made me wonder if my boss was also masturbating while looking at my genitals. "You wear mini-skirts to work every day, so a lot of male colleagues, even your boss, must want to have sex with you, right? I'll do it for all your colleagues right now! Honey, okay? Okay?" These words were like an aphrodisiac, driving me to the brink of ecstasy. And then I thought, my boss must be masturbating while thinking about having sex with me too. Under the triple stimulation of body, mind, and words, I felt waves of contractions in my vagina. I lost control and clung to my husband like an octopus, screaming, "Yes, yes! Husband, fuck me! Let them fuck me…" With that scream, I reached my first orgasm! After the passion subsided, I hugged my husband and whispered in his ear, "Honey, today was really great!" "Honey, you're different today! Were you thinking about another man?" My husband had seen through my secret, and I snapped angrily, "Get lost! I wasn't! You're the pervert! Other men were staring at your wife with lustful eyes, and you weren't angry at all, you were even excited! You're sick!" My husband thought I was angry and quickly apologized. Taking advantage of this opportunity, I got up to take a shower. I woke up in an unusually good mood, finding everyone adorable, and I put that incident aside. At work, my boss didn't notice anything unusual, and I had a happy day. However, I felt different from before! The next few weeks seemed like nothing had happened, except that I felt more caring towards my boss, the distance between us was much closer, my posture was as natural as at home, I was less guarded, and I no longer paid attention to whether I was exposing myself. Unfortunately, the frequency of sex with my husband didn't increase after that day, and the passion of that day never returned, until the day my husband's company celebrated turning a profit and hosted a dinner for the company's main executives. Every wife dressed up for the dinner, and the dress I bought at Chanel finally came in handy. After dinner, everyone was still in high spirits, so we all went to karaoke. Besides my husband and me, there was also Alex (the sales manager), three other couples, and my husband's (David's) partner, James, and his wife. The atmosphere at the karaoke bar was great. Everyone was toasting each other to celebrate the company starting to make money. Some people sang, and some couples even started dancing. I have a pretty good alcohol tolerance, but I still got a little tipsy. I was resting on the sofa with my husband in my arms when I vaguely heard him say in my ear, "Liza, you look so sexy today. You've really got my colleagues hooked. Alex has been watching you the whole time!" I opened my eyes, and in the dim light, I saw Alex sitting on the sofa opposite us, staring straight at us. I instinctively closed my legs, thinking, "Oh no! I wasn't paying attention to my legs while I was half asleep, and I must have exposed myself!" Then I realized my skirt had been pulled up, and I could almost see my underwear. My heart skipped a beat, and I tried to sit up to straighten my skirt, but my husband held me tightly and whispered in my ear, "Don't be nervous! It's not a big deal if someone sees you, and they've already been looking for a while. Alex is very dedicated to his work and doesn't have time for girlfriends, consider it an employee perk! Besides, the lighting is so dim, they can't see anything clearly anyway." My husband held me so tightly, and the lighting was so dim, I didn't struggle anymore and continued to rest. I don't know how much time passed, but suddenly the lights came on, and in that instant, I saw more than one pair of greedy eyes. After leaving the karaoke bar, my husband drove to the entrance to pick me up. Alex politely opened the car door for me, but I knew very well that Alex's gaze was fixed between my legs! Tonight, my husband was even more vigorous during sex than last time. While we were making love, he kept muttering, "Alex's been watching you all night, he's definitely masturbating thinking about you now. Honey, you're so horny! Wearing such a short skirt today, trying to seduce men? Next time, honey, just don't wear underwear, give him a little more pleasure. So many guys want to fuck my horny wife, I really want to fuck you in front of him at a karaoke bar. Honey, next time we'll find a guy next to us, and fuck you in front of him, okay?" Imagining Alex and the boss's gazes, I...orgasmed again! My husband is a very refined person, he never swears, and he's usually very traditional during sex, but these last two times, it turns out my husband and I both have another side! (The End)Anyway, my boss is usually nice to me, and I quite admire him. He even confided his most embarrassing secrets to me. I'll just pretend this never happened and consider it helping someone! I finally found a good reason for myself, and I felt much lighter. I decided to stop thinking about it. Seeing that it was still early, I called my husband to see if he could leave work early to have dinner with me. Surprisingly, he could! We arranged a place to eat, and since it was still early, I thought I could go shopping for clothes first, which instantly lifted my spirits. I quickly washed up, put on makeup, and prepared to go out. While changing my dress, it suddenly occurred to me why men like to peek under women's skirts. Curious, I grabbed a chair, sat in front of the mirror, and looked at my crotch. I didn't think there was anything particularly attractive about it, but I did notice that some of my sitting postures, which I thought were safe, were actually revealing. I also thought my underwear was ugly and I should get some new ones. If I knew I'd be photographed, at least I should have looked prettier! (Sigh, women are naturally beauty-conscious!) It took me ages to get to the department store. After looking around for ages, I finally found a short skirt at the Chanel counter. It was beautiful, very expensive, but also much shorter than my usual skirts. I hesitated for a long time but ultimately didn't buy it. Seeing that it was time for our dinner appointment, I had to leave disappointed. After dinner with my husband, we passed by Chanel again on the way to the parking lot (a bit intentionally, I guess). I dragged him inside, pointed to the white mini-skirt, and asked, "Does that skirt look good? I'm worried it's a bit short!" "Victory!"... Anyway, with my husband's endorsement, my shopping desires were satisfied! After leaving Chanel, I dragged my husband to a VS lingerie store to look at underwear. I thought the new panties were all so pretty, but also very revealing. The sales assistant kept advising me, saying that someone with beautiful legs like me should definitely buy thongs so there wouldn't be panty lines under skirts… But then I realized that thongs wouldn't cover my thick pubic hair at all, and if I accidentally flashed someone, everyone would see everything… Just as I was about to leave, my husband, without a word, told the sales assistant to wrap it up, and whispered in my ear, “I like my wife to dress sexy!” That night, my husband seemed especially excited. He buried his face in my breasts, sucking on them intensely, and his hands kept stroking the inside of my legs. While enjoying his caresses, I asked him why he was so excited that day. My husband rolled over on top of me, his penis rubbing against my legs before he entered me. My husband whispered in my ear, "Seeing you try on that white mini-skirt, those alluring legs are getting me so excited! And the men accompanying their wives are practically drooling over you! A lot of them must want to have sex with you, maybe they're even masturbating right now!" Ah…this made me wonder if my boss was also masturbating while looking at my genitals. "You wear mini-skirts to work every day, so a lot of male colleagues, even your boss, must want to have sex with you, right? I'll do it for all your colleagues right now! Honey, okay? Okay?" These words were like an aphrodisiac, driving me to the brink of ecstasy. And then I thought, my boss must be masturbating while thinking about having sex with me too. Under the triple stimulation of body, mind, and words, I felt waves of contractions in my vagina. I lost control and clung to my husband like an octopus, screaming, "Yes, yes! Husband, fuck me! Let them fuck me…" With that scream, I reached my first orgasm! After the passion subsided, I hugged my husband and whispered in his ear, "Honey, today was really great!" "Honey, you're different today! Were you thinking about another man?" My husband had seen through my secret, and I snapped angrily, "Get lost! I wasn't! You're the pervert! Other men were staring at your wife with lustful eyes, and you weren't angry at all, you were even excited! You're sick!" My husband thought I was angry and quickly apologized. Taking advantage of this opportunity, I got up to take a shower. I woke up in an unusually good mood, finding everyone adorable, and I put that incident aside. At work, my boss didn't notice anything unusual, and I had a happy day. However, I felt different from before! The next few weeks seemed like nothing had happened, except that I felt more caring towards my boss, the distance between us was much closer, my posture was as natural as at home, I was less guarded, and I no longer paid attention to whether I was exposing myself. Unfortunately, the frequency of sex with my husband didn't increase after that day, and the passion of that day never returned, until the day my husband's company celebrated turning a profit and hosted a dinner for the company's main executives. Every wife dressed up for the dinner, and the dress I bought at Chanel finally came in handy. After dinner, everyone was still in high spirits, so we all went to karaoke. Besides my husband and me, there was also Alex (the sales manager), three other couples, and my husband's (David's) partner, James, and his wife. The atmosphere at the karaoke bar was great. Everyone was toasting each other to celebrate the company starting to make money. Some people sang, and some couples even started dancing. I have a pretty good alcohol tolerance, but I still got a little tipsy. I was resting on the sofa with my husband in my arms when I vaguely heard him say in my ear, "Liza, you look so sexy today. You've really got my colleagues hooked. Alex has been watching you the whole time!" I opened my eyes, and in the dim light, I saw Alex sitting on the sofa opposite us, staring straight at us. I instinctively closed my legs, thinking, "Oh no! I wasn't paying attention to my legs while I was half asleep, and I must have exposed myself!" Then I realized my skirt had been pulled up, and I could almost see my underwear. My heart skipped a beat, and I tried to sit up to straighten my skirt, but my husband held me tightly and whispered in my ear, "Don't be nervous! It's not a big deal if someone sees you, and they've already been looking for a while. Alex is very dedicated to his work and doesn't have time for girlfriends, consider it an employee perk! Besides, the lighting is so dim, they can't see anything clearly anyway." My husband held me so tightly, and the lighting was so dim, I didn't struggle anymore and continued to rest. I don't know how much time passed, but suddenly the lights came on, and in that instant, I saw more than one pair of greedy eyes. After leaving the karaoke bar, my husband drove to the entrance to pick me up. Alex politely opened the car door for me, but I knew very well that Alex's gaze was fixed between my legs! Tonight, my husband was even more vigorous during sex than last time. While we were making love, he kept muttering, "Alex's been watching you all night, he's definitely masturbating thinking about you now. Honey, you're so horny! Wearing such a short skirt today, trying to seduce men? Next time, honey, just don't wear underwear, give him a little more pleasure. So many guys want to fuck my horny wife, I really want to fuck you in front of him at a karaoke bar. Honey, next time we'll find a guy next to us, and fuck you in front of him, okay?" Imagining Alex and the boss's gazes, I...orgasmed again! My husband is a very refined person, he never swears, and he's usually very traditional during sex, but these last two times, it turns out my husband and I both have another side! (The End)Anyway, my boss is usually nice to me, and I quite admire him. He even confided his most embarrassing secrets to me. I'll just pretend this never happened and consider it helping someone! I finally found a good reason for myself, and I felt much lighter. I decided to stop thinking about it. Seeing that it was still early, I called my husband to see if he could leave work early to have dinner with me. Surprisingly, he could! We arranged a place to eat, and since it was still early, I thought I could go shopping for clothes first, which instantly lifted my spirits. I quickly washed up, put on makeup, and prepared to go out. While changing my dress, it suddenly occurred to me why men like to peek under women's skirts. Curious, I grabbed a chair, sat in front of the mirror, and looked at my crotch. I didn't think there was anything particularly attractive about it, but I did notice that some of my sitting postures, which I thought were safe, were actually revealing. I also thought my underwear was ugly and I should get some new ones. If I knew I'd be photographed, at least I should have looked prettier! (Sigh, women are naturally beauty-conscious!) It took me ages to get to the department store. After looking around for ages, I finally found a short skirt at the Chanel counter. It was beautiful, very expensive, but also much shorter than my usual skirts. I hesitated for a long time but ultimately didn't buy it. Seeing that it was time for our dinner appointment, I had to leave disappointed. After dinner with my husband, we passed by Chanel again on the way to the parking lot (a bit intentionally, I guess). I dragged him inside, pointed to the white mini-skirt, and asked, "Does that skirt look good? I'm worried it's a bit short!" "Victory!"... Anyway, with my husband's endorsement, my shopping desires were satisfied! After leaving Chanel, I dragged my husband to a VS lingerie store to look at underwear. I thought the new panties were all so pretty, but also very revealing. The sales assistant kept advising me, saying that someone with beautiful legs like me should definitely buy thongs so there wouldn't be panty lines under skirts… But then I realized that thongs wouldn't cover my thick pubic hair at all, and if I accidentally flashed someone, everyone would see everything… Just as I was about to leave, my husband, without a word, told the sales assistant to wrap it up, and whispered in my ear, “I like my wife to dress sexy!” That night, my husband seemed especially excited. He buried his face in my breasts, sucking on them intensely, and his hands kept stroking the inside of my legs. While enjoying his caresses, I asked him why he was so excited that day. My husband rolled over on top of me, his penis rubbing against my legs before he entered me. My husband whispered in my ear, "Seeing you try on that white mini-skirt, those alluring legs are getting me so excited! And the men accompanying their wives are practically drooling over you! A lot of them must want to have sex with you, maybe they're even masturbating right now!" Ah…this made me wonder if my boss was also masturbating while looking at my genitals. "You wear mini-skirts to work every day, so a lot of male colleagues, even your boss, must want to have sex with you, right? I'll do it for all your colleagues right now! Honey, okay? Okay?" These words were like an aphrodisiac, driving me to the brink of ecstasy. And then I thought, my boss must be masturbating while thinking about having sex with me too. Under the triple stimulation of body, mind, and words, I felt waves of contractions in my vagina. I lost control and clung to my husband like an octopus, screaming, "Yes, yes! Husband, fuck me! Let them fuck me…" With that scream, I reached my first orgasm! After the passion subsided, I hugged my husband and whispered in his ear, "Honey, today was really great!" "Honey, you're different today! Were you thinking about another man?" My husband had seen through my secret, and I snapped angrily, "Get lost! I wasn't! You're the pervert! Other men were staring at your wife with lustful eyes, and you weren't angry at all, you were even excited! You're sick!" My husband thought I was angry and quickly apologized. Taking advantage of this opportunity, I got up to take a shower. I woke up in an unusually good mood, finding everyone adorable, and I put that incident aside. At work, my boss didn't notice anything unusual, and I had a happy day. However, I felt different from before! The next few weeks seemed like nothing had happened, except that I felt more caring towards my boss, the distance between us was much closer, my posture was as natural as at home, I was less guarded, and I no longer paid attention to whether I was exposing myself. Unfortunately, the frequency of sex with my husband didn't increase after that day, and the passion of that day never returned, until the day my husband's company celebrated turning a profit and hosted a dinner for the company's main executives. Every wife dressed up for the dinner, and the dress I bought at Chanel finally came in handy. After dinner, everyone was still in high spirits, so we all went to karaoke. Besides my husband and me, there was also Alex (the sales manager), three other couples, and my husband's (David's) partner, James, and his wife. The atmosphere at the karaoke bar was great. Everyone was toasting each other to celebrate the company starting to make money. Some people sang, and some couples even started dancing. I have a pretty good alcohol tolerance, but I still got a little tipsy. I was resting on the sofa with my husband in my arms when I vaguely heard him say in my ear, "Liza, you look so sexy today. You've really got my colleagues hooked. Alex has been watching you the whole time!" I opened my eyes, and in the dim light, I saw Alex sitting on the sofa opposite us, staring straight at us. I instinctively closed my legs, thinking, "Oh no! I wasn't paying attention to my legs while I was half asleep, and I must have exposed myself!" Then I realized my skirt had been pulled up, and I could almost see my underwear. My heart skipped a beat, and I tried to sit up to straighten my skirt, but my husband held me tightly and whispered in my ear, "Don't be nervous! It's not a big deal if someone sees you, and they've already been looking for a while. Alex is very dedicated to his work and doesn't have time for girlfriends, consider it an employee perk! Besides, the lighting is so dim, they can't see anything clearly anyway." My husband held me so tightly, and the lighting was so dim, I didn't struggle anymore and continued to rest. I don't know how much time passed, but suddenly the lights came on, and in that instant, I saw more than one pair of greedy eyes. After leaving the karaoke bar, my husband drove to the entrance to pick me up. Alex politely opened the car door for me, but I knew very well that Alex's gaze was fixed between my legs! Tonight, my husband was even more vigorous during sex than last time. While we were making love, he kept muttering, "Alex's been watching you all night, he's definitely masturbating thinking about you now. Honey, you're so horny! Wearing such a short skirt today, trying to seduce men? Next time, honey, just don't wear underwear, give him a little more pleasure. So many guys want to fuck my horny wife, I really want to fuck you in front of him at a karaoke bar. Honey, next time we'll find a guy next to us, and fuck you in front of him, okay?" Imagining Alex and the boss's gazes, I...orgasmed again! My husband is a very refined person, he never swears, and he's usually very traditional during sex, but these last two times, it turns out my husband and I both have another side! (The End)He touched me. While enjoying my husband's caresses, I asked him why he was so excited today. He rolled over on top of me, his penis rubbing against my legs before he entered. He whispered in my ear, "Seeing you try on that white mini-skirt, those alluring legs get me so excited! And those men accompanying their wives are staring at you, their eyes practically burning with desire! A lot of them must want to fuck you, maybe they're masturbating right now!" Ah… this made me wonder, was my boss also masturbating while looking at my genitals? "You wear mini-skirts to work every day, a lot of male colleagues, even your boss, must want to fuck you, right? I'll fuck you for all your colleagues right now! Honey, okay? Okay?" These words were like an aphrodisiac, making me extremely excited. And then I thought, my boss must be masturbating while thinking about fucking me too, right? Enduring the triple stimulation of body, mind, and words, I felt waves of contractions in my vagina. Losing control, I clung to my husband like an octopus, screaming, "Yes, yes! Husband, fuck me! Let them fuck me…" With these screams, I reached my first orgasm! After the passion subsided, I hugged my husband and whispered in his ear, "Honey, today was really great!" "Wife, you're different today! Were you thinking about other men?" My husband had seen through my secret, and I snapped angrily, "Get lost! I wasn't! You're the pervert! Other men were staring at your wife with lustful eyes, and you weren't angry, you were excited! You're sick!" My husband thought I was angry and quickly apologized. Taking advantage of this opportunity, I got up to take a shower. I woke up in an unusually good mood, finding everyone adorable, and I put that incident aside. At work, my boss didn't notice anything unusual, and I had a happy day. However, I felt different from before! The next few weeks seemed uneventful, except I felt more caring towards my boss, the distance between us grew closer, and my posture became as natural as at home, less guarded, and I stopped worrying about exposing myself. Unfortunately, since that day, the frequency of our sex life hasn't increased, and the passion of that day is gone, until the day my husband's company celebrated its return to profitability with a dinner for the main executives. Every wife dressed up for the dinner, and the dress I bought at Chanel finally came in handy. After dinner, everyone was still in high spirits, so we all went to karaoke. Besides my husband and me, there was Alex (the sales manager), three other couples, and my husband's (David's) partner, James, and his wife. The atmosphere at the karaoke bar was great. Everyone was toasting each other to celebrate the company starting to make money. Some people sang, and some couples even started dancing. I have a pretty good alcohol tolerance, but I still got a little tipsy. I was resting on the sofa with my husband in my arms when I vaguely heard him say in my ear, "Liza, you look so sexy today. You've really got my colleagues hooked. Alex has been watching you the whole time!" I opened my eyes, and in the dim light, I saw Alex sitting on the sofa opposite us, staring straight at us. I instinctively closed my legs, thinking, "Oh no! I wasn't paying attention to my legs while I was half asleep, and I must have exposed myself!" Then I realized my skirt had been pulled up, and I could almost see my underwear. My heart skipped a beat, and I tried to sit up to straighten my skirt, but my husband held me tightly and whispered in my ear, "Don't be nervous! It's not a big deal if someone sees you, and they've already been looking for a while. Alex is very dedicated to his work and doesn't have time for girlfriends, consider it an employee perk! Besides, the lighting is so dim, they can't see anything clearly anyway." My husband held me so tightly, and the lighting was so dim, I didn't struggle anymore and continued to rest. I don't know how much time passed, but suddenly the lights came on, and in that instant, I saw more than one pair of greedy eyes. After leaving the karaoke bar, my husband drove to the entrance to pick me up. Alex politely opened the car door for me, but I knew very well that Alex's gaze was fixed between my legs! Tonight, my husband was even more vigorous during sex than last time. While we were making love, he kept muttering, "Alex's been watching you all night, he's definitely masturbating thinking about you now. Honey, you're so horny! Wearing such a short skirt today, trying to seduce men? Next time, honey, just don't wear underwear, give him a little more pleasure. So many guys want to fuck my horny wife, I really want to fuck you in front of him at a karaoke bar. Honey, next time we'll find a guy next to us, and fuck you in front of him, okay?" Imagining Alex and the boss's gazes, I...orgasmed again! My husband is a very refined person, he never swears, and he's usually very traditional during sex, but these last two times, it turns out my husband and I both have another side! (The End)He touched me. While enjoying my husband's caresses, I asked him why he was so excited today. He rolled over on top of me, his penis rubbing against my legs before he entered. He whispered in my ear, "Seeing you try on that white mini-skirt, those alluring legs get me so excited! And those men accompanying their wives are staring at you, their eyes practically burning with des

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