Exposure in the park

This all started three years ago, one summer. My wife was twenty-nine years old then. She was 1.67 meters tall, weighed 110 pounds, had fair skin, long, flowing hair, and a pretty good figure, especially her breasts, which were a full 36C size and seemed to be getting bigger from my touching.
We ate dinner early that afternoon, around five o'clock. After dinner, with nothing else to do, my wife and I went for a walk in a park not far from our home. It wasn't really a walk, but rather a place for us to be intimate. There was a long promenade along the river in the park. Because it was about twenty meters away from the main road, it was rarely visited by pedestrians, making it a popular spot for couples to have sex in the open, a place my wife and I often went to.
Today, my wife wore a white blouse, through which you could vaguely see her bra; her 36C breasts were almost bursting the buttons. She wore a blue skirt that didn't go past her knees, without stockings, her beautiful legs exposed. My wife and I went to the corridor. Perhaps because it was a cloudy day, there was no one else there. We found a long bench at the back and sat down. I leaned against the pillar behind me, had my wife sit on my lap, and hugged her from behind, because this position allowed me to touch her breasts from behind. My wife is a rather conservative person, and said, "Honey, be careful, don't let anyone see us." "There's no one here right now, don't worry, I'll keep an eye on things, no one will notice." (Actually, at that time I had just read articles about exposing and humiliating wives, and I really hoped that someone would peep on me to satisfy my desire to expose my wife.) I hugged my wife from behind, turned her head halfway, kissed her lips, and slipped one hand under her shirt, rubbing her breasts through her bra. My wife is a very sensitive person. After kissing for a while, her eyes began to glaze over as she closed them, enjoying my caresses. My other hand wasn't idle either; it moved up her thigh, pressing against her nipples through her underwear. As I did this, her nipples became wet, and she let out soft moans of pleasure. Her small hand naturally slipped inside my shorts, grasping my erect penis and stroking it up and down. "Honey, let me take off your bra. It's uncomfortable through it," I said, wanting to directly fondle those big, fleshy mounds. "Mmm..." my wife murmured with her eyes closed. So I reached behind her back and unhooked her bra. She was wearing a large strapless bra without shoulder straps. Once the hooks were undone, the entire bra was pulled out and casually put into her handbag. Now my wife's breasts were bare, and it was easy to see her two small nipples protruding from her blouse. I unbuttoned a few buttons on my wife's shirt, reached inside, and wantonly rubbed her breasts. My penis swelled up under my wife's ministrations.
As I was groping my wife, I caught a glimpse of a blurry face out of the corner of my eye. At first, I thought I was seeing things, so I didn't turn around, but instead glanced discreetly at the bottom of the steps about a meter away. Holy crap! There really was someone peeking from the bushes! My heart leaped into my throat, a mix of tension and intense excitement filling my brain! My penis started pounding involuntarily, and I increased the pressure on my breasts. My wife seemed to sense my change, slightly opening her eyes and asking, "What's wrong, honey? You seem nervous." I hesitated, wondering if I should tell her someone was spying on us and take her away, but the desire to expose my wife overcame my reason. I told her, "Nothing, I'm just excited touching your breasts." My wife gave a coquettish hum and continued to enjoy herself with her eyes closed. I calmed myself down and carefully observed the situation. The person was now standing about a meter away at the bottom of the steps; he was a middle-aged man, around forty years old, with a rather sleazy appearance. The steps were about 1.5 meters high, and the bottom was covered with dense shrubs. The man was to my left and slightly in front, only his shoulders and above were visible, hidden under the branches of the bushes. If the light wasn't good, he would have been hard to spot. It wasn't even six o'clock yet; it was still quite bright in summer. From his perspective, we were crystal clear. And I just realized that because we were sitting diagonally above him, and my hand was touching my wife's breasts, her skirt was slightly lifted—this middle-aged man had already seen everything under her skirt. Thinking about this, I became even more excited. I thought, "God has given me this opportunity, so let me completely unleash my exhibitionist desires." I chuckled and said to my wife, "Honey, are you tired of sitting? Lie down for a bit, let me ravage you." My wife thought I was joking and agreed, "Okay, come on, ravage me as much as you want." She didn't realize that her lewd words were being overheard by the voyeur next to us, and that he might mistake my wife for a slut. So I had my wife lie flat on her side on the bench. I was afraid she'd discover the man; that would be a disaster. I placed her head on my lap, using my stomach to block her view so she wouldn't notice someone peeping. Now, I was leaning against the pillar, straddling the bench with my legs apart, while my wife lay flat on her side facing the man, her body about 30 centimeters higher than his head—enough for him to reach out and touch her. I started rubbing my wife's breasts through her shirt. Since I'd already unbuttoned a few buttons, her breasts would occasionally pop out as I rubbed them, exposing her white mounds to the man's eyes. I glanced over; the man's eyes were fixed on my wife's breasts, and his hand seemed to be making movements underneath. I might as well go all the way and let him see. I unbuttoned the last few buttons of her shirt and pulled it back from both sides. At this moment, my wife's 36C breasts were completely exposed to the air, and also to the middle-aged man less than a meter away. I excitedly rubbed them up and down, stealing glances at the man. His eyes were wide open, his mouth agape, staring blankly. He probably never expected that fate would be so kind to him, giving him this opportunity to see a woman with a hot body and 36C breasts up close. My mind was now filled with excitement and stimulation. I lifted my wife's skirt up to her waist, exposing her beautiful legs and her private parts, covered by her underwear, to the man. At this close range, the man could clearly see even the pubic hair peeking out from the edge of her underwear. My wife seemed a little uncomfortable at this point, saying, "Honey, don't do this! It'll be bad if someone sees us." She didn't realize that her breasts, beautiful legs, and underwear were now exposed to a strange middle-aged man's face, less than a meter away, with his nipples clearly visible. I comforted her, saying, "Honey, don't worry, no one's coming at this hour. I feel great today; it's so wonderful to make love with a beautiful woman like you with such a great figure." Hearing this, my wife was delighted and relaxed, closing her eyes to continue enjoying herself. I thought to myself, since we're already exposed, might as well go all the way. I said, "Honey, let's change positions." I slowly helped my wife up, kissing her as we took a few steps forward, bringing us directly above the peeping tom. I sat down first, then had my wife sit on my lap with her back against me, half-turning her head to kiss me. She didn't realize that less than a meter below her was a middle-aged peeping tom, lewdly watching her almost naked body. From behind, I rubbed her breasts with one hand, while the other reached into her panties, groping her nipples. My wife moaned softly as I touched her, her legs involuntarily spreading apart. I stole a glance at the man. Because of the bushes blocking the view, I couldn't see his expression, but I could vaguely see his arm moving rapidly underneath. I was now certain he was watching my wife's half-naked body while masturbating. Seeing the peeping tom watching my wife masturbate excited me even more. I decided to expose my wife completely naked in front of this man. I touched her breasts and started pulling down her panties. My wife was already experiencing multiple orgasms and didn't stop me. I quickly pulled down her panties and put them aside. Now, my wife's shirt was completely unbuttoned, pulled all the way back, her pair of white breasts exposed to the air, swaying back and forth. Her skirt was lifted and rolled up to her waist, her dark pubic hair and vulva completely exposed, without any covering. My wife half-turned her head and tried her best to kiss me. She had no idea that her usually conservative self was now almost completely naked in front of this lewd man in his forties. I forcefully spread my wife's legs apart with both hands, exposing her pink vulva to the peeping man. I'm sure he could see her clitoris clearly now. I inserted my fingers into her vagina, and a lot of vaginal fluid flowed out. Soon, my wife reached another orgasm. Under the influence of the orgasm, she moaned and involuntarily began to thrust forward, almost pressing her vulva against the man's face. My wife said, "Honey, look at you, you almost made me slip off this platform." I thought to myself, if you really slipped, that man would definitely lick your vulva. At this point, my penis couldn't take it anymore either. I made my wife turn around and bend over to give me oral sex. My wife wanted to squat down, but I said that angle wasn't comfortable. I insisted that she spread her legs a little and bend over to give me oral sex. My wife's position emboldened the peeping tom behind us. He realized that my wife was now facing away from him, and my view was blocked by her body, so he thought we couldn't see him. However, I still saw his movements through the gap between my wife's legs. He had even parted his legs slightly, his lewd eyes staring at my wife without any cover. His mouth was open, his eyes wide, as if afraid of missing something. In fact, it was impossible for him to miss anything now. My wife's buttocks were less than a meter directly above him. All her private parts—her anus, vagina, pubic hair, and her pair of white breasts—were swaying up and down in front of his face as my wife gave me oral sex. He could even see my penis thrusting in and out of my wife's mouth. My long-held exhibitionist desires were perfectly released at this moment. I ejaculated in less than half a minute, thick semen shooting into my wife's mouth. Some of it flowed out, hanging around her mouth and dripping onto the ground. The middle-aged man who had been peeping was also trembling slightly, looking ecstatic; he had apparently ejaculated as well.
Afterward, a huge sense of fear washed over me. If someone had actually come by then, or if my wife had discovered that she was being spied on by a middle-aged man while she was almost completely naked, things would have been very difficult. So I quickly helped my wife get dressed and we left. As we left, I noticed the middle-aged man was still watching us until we were gone.
From then on, I began an even more thrilling journey of exposing and cuckolding my wife.

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