The pandemic is almost defeated, keep it up! A newcomer here, the story continues.

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The pandemic caused some anxiety for everyone, but thankfully it's under control now. However, some restless thoughts have started to stir again.
Following our last encounter, after a fresh experience, it seemed my wife's inner desires had been unleashed, yet she still maintained a touch of shyness. I felt this balance was the most delicate; I could enjoy her girlish shyness while also experiencing her wanton side. At that moment, I felt my life was complete.
But human desires are always greedy. Enjoying something doesn't always satisfy, and the stimulating content online became irresistibly alluring.
Exhibitionism was the word I saw most often and found most exciting. Those intentionally or unintentionally revealing photos online made me repeatedly imagine myself as my wife. Sometimes, the psychological stimulation was far more exciting than the physical. Unfortunately, my wife's clothing was very ordinary and conservative; she didn't even own a skirt above the knee. I couldn't express my desires to her, as I would still be considered problematic. So, I could only guide her during each sexual encounter. Women are most receptive when aroused—this is my opinion, and may not represent everyone. After having this idea, I became increasingly unable to control myself, but I struggled to bring it up. Finally, I thought of the most feasible method. I remember one evening a few years ago, we ate dinner early, and I diligently cleaned up the dishes. After taking a shower, I lay on the sofa watching TV. Actually, these actions had already formed a tacit understanding between us. She knew what I was going to do, and I knew she knew. I looked at her mischievously. She was cutting fruit in the kitchen. The setting sun shone on her from the kitchen window. I think at that moment, she was probably thinking the same thing as me... I noticed her legs were unconsciously shifting, so I got up and slowly walked behind her, wrapping my arms around her waist. My hands moved up and down her body, and since she had just showered, she wasn't wearing a bra. My hands roamed freely, reaching her peak. She gasped, then leaned back against me shyly, saying, "Stop it, I'm cutting a watermelon! Hey, watch out for the knife!" I grabbed the fruit knife from her hand and tossed it into the sink with a clatter. Then I pulled down her underwear and thrust into her. "No, no, the window's open!" she cried. Our neighborhood consists of high-rise buildings, and the distance between them is quite large, so you can see the windows of the buildings opposite. To be honest, unless you have binoculars, it's hard to see what people are doing across the street. That's why I was so bold; I didn't want to become famous in my own neighborhood. I whispered in her already flushed ear, "It's okay, let the people across the street see how sexy you are." As I spoke, my hands didn't stop moving. One hand kept flicking her nipples, while the other circled her clitoris. I could clearly feel her vagina expanding from a valley to the Three Gorges of the Yangtze River. More and more fluid was flowing. I couldn't give in now, so I forcefully pulled off her nightgown without a word. My wife stood naked in front of the kitchen window. I could vaguely see figures moving around in the living room of the building across the street. I tied her hands behind her back and held her down with one hand to prevent her from crossing her arms. I whispered in her ear, "Your body is going to be seen by the people across the street." I could clearly feel my wife trembling in my arms. She kept her eyes tightly closed, afraid to open them. In this atmosphere, I didn't hesitate to pull down my pants and thrust into her. As expected, it was slippery. Once inside, I released her hands. Sure enough, as expected, a woman's cooperation is at its highest when she is aroused. I whispered in her ear with heavy breathing, "Rub your breasts in front of the window!" She felt a distinct contraction in her lower body, and obediently began rubbing her breasts, her moans growing louder… Afterwards, I wasn't worried about the people across the street seeing us; I was more afraid of being heard by the neighbors, since the window was open that day… Later, I asked my wife how she felt, and she said that fear was the majority, but the excitement was also very strong. Her main fear was being seen—how could she go out then? I jokingly explained to her that unless you have binoculars, normal eyesight wouldn't allow anyone to see, especially since we had screens on the windows, so it was all blurry. This explanation finally put her at ease, and she described her conflicting and exciting feelings to me—wanting to be seen yet afraid of being seen. So I said, "What if we were in a place completely unrelated to our lives? Then you could have no worries, just pure excitement, right?" She blushed and said, "Ugh, you're so annoying," before turning to the kitchen to continue cutting the watermelon. This time, however, she was completely naked under her nightgown…

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