My Public Sexual Encounters with the Streamer's Wife

Foreword: On this joyous Spring Festival, I'd like to wish everyone a Happy New Year! The novel coronavirus epidemic has ravaged China, causing us all worry and sighs. The only way to pass the time is to stay home, writing for entertainment, so as not to add to the burden on our country! As always, wash your hands frequently, wear a mask, and keep your wife away! Haha… Wishing you all well!

Today, I write with a different feeling—a little apprehensive, a little expectant, and mostly driven by innate passion! I've been a member for over ten years. Back in my school days, I shared BT files and pictures, but then I lost my account and went quiet for a while. After that, I registered a second account, which is this one. At that time, I was working and loved to go out, so I mainly focused on the information section. I was one of those old-timers back then. However, with age, changes in work hours, and some life events, I paused my hobbies for a long time. Returning to the forum this time brings a bittersweet feeling!
Too many past events are too painful to recall, but I look forward to the future. In my life, many things seem destined to happen, such as love, values, sex, and orgasms. With changes in living conditions, the unknown future always holds surprises. I am a person who loves sex, and I have always been exploring the most authentic pleasure I perceive in sex, exploring what I consider the most exhilarating orgasm! In the instant of ejaculation, the immense pleasure makes your spine feel like it's being electrocuted, as if countless fine needles are piercing your central nervous system and traveling along your nerves to the ends of your brain, making it impossible for you to stand. Your vision instantly turns golden, your legs tremble uncontrollably, your breathing becomes rapid, and you even feel like you can't breathe, and this feeling lingers for a long time!
My lover, a charming and lovely woman, a bold and unrestrained girl—this is the beginning of my story. That spring, fate decreed that I would meet her, and we quickly fell in love. At that time, sex occupied most of our time. I remember on the first day, we made love a total of 10 times in 24 hours, ejaculating 6 times, while she had 8 orgasms. Perhaps this laid the foundation for a harmonious life. From that day on, her firm breasts became my daily playthings, her delicate clitoris my daily sweetness to suck, and her pink vulva my final resting place, the place we called home. We had sex 4-6 days a week, 1-3 times a day. This continued for over half a year before the passion waned. But our love only grew stronger.
As the saying goes, even the most beautiful woman can experience aesthetic fatigue, but we were an exception. Our sex life was always fresh, thanks to change and creation. One special opportunity, a sunny afternoon, led us to make love in front of the French windows. I, in a doggy-style position, thrust vigorously into her vulva. Her intense cries and the sounds of flesh against flesh prevented us from immediately hearing the delivery guy knocking. As the knocking and "Hello" grew louder, she finally shyly covered her mouth and asked if the delivery had arrived, gesturing for me to pull out. How could I possibly give up at this crucial moment? Especially knowing someone was eavesdropping outside the door—it only made me more excited! So I simply grabbed my darling's arms and slowly moved her towards the door, eventually pinning her against the side of the door. I whispered in her ear that the delivery guy should just put the food on the floor, while I thrust into her forcefully, making her continue to moan. At first, she resisted, but when I pouted and told her that if she didn't do this, I'd open the door and have the delivery guy put the food in her hands, she gave in. How could a male dog in heat possibly have any reason? And the woman on the verge of climax understood that she had no choice but to give in, otherwise she would be exposed to the delivery guy's eyes. "Master, please, please put it outside, ah!! ah!!" In her reproachful, dazed eyes, I pounded hard into her buttocks, the slapping sounds so unrestrained. The delivery guy probably sensed something and playfully asked again, and she could only continue to answer, "You, uh, uh, you put it outside!" The last short sentence was practically a shout from my darling, and she even slammed her hand on the door. I knew she was almost there, but it wasn't over yet, because my penis was already as excited as a bloodthirsty shark, and an idea quickly formed in my mind. I grabbed her arms and twisted them behind her back, instructing her to look through the peephole to see if the guy had left. She replied that she had just seen him enter the elevator, and without saying a word, I opened the door. At that moment, the guy's clothes hadn't completely disappeared from sight. Just like that, a pair of conjoined white flesh stood swaggering in the stairwell entrance, the afternoon sun and breeze magnifying their bodies countless times. The sounds of slapping and the elevator's closing doors created a delightful contrast. "Ah, ahh! Husband, you, you're a pervert! Ah! Elevator! Ah! There's someone next door!" My darling was screaming incoherently, but her movements didn't stop, and I could feel her body convulsing slightly. "Tuesday afternoon, this floor, um, nobody's here, um, shout loudly, it's coming!" This encouragement, coupled with even louder "slap slap" sounds, made her lose herself. In less than a minute, she broke free from my large hands and turned to use my arms as a fulcrum, straining until the veins on the back of her hands bulged, her arms and thighs began to twitch, the tense muscles making her curves even more taut. In the sunlight, her proud breasts bounced and swayed in the shadows. "Husband, husband, I can't take it anymore, ah! I can't take it anymore! Ah!~~~~~~" Heavy breathing and intense slapping continued, my penis thrusting with all its might into the flesh it touched, even after ejaculating a large amount of fluid, it couldn't stop him, lasting for five or six minutes. That continuous orgasm was intoxicating; the sweat on my back and the weakness in my lower back forced me to lean against the door, panting and recovering my strength. By this time, she could no longer stand, her body leaning weakly against my chest. To be honest, I really wanted to see her cunt, filled with semen and oozing with white fluid, but I could only manage to lift her up and take her back to her room. It was my first time doing this, so I was incredibly nervous; I wouldn't have lasted more than a few minutes without the semen inside me. Only after closing the door did I have a chance to admire her roughly ravaged cave and her limp, powerless body. She was so beautiful, so uniquely beautiful. At that moment, I knew we might have found another door to love!
After that, my darling was reluctant to talk about it. When I tried "exhibitionist" sex again, she would flinch and avoid the topic. This is understandable; girls rarely admit to being perverted. Of course, what is perverted? It's just seeking stimulation in ways that go beyond the norm. We continued to try, slowly guiding each other, exploring together. In the following few spectacular sex acts, we had sex in front of the neighbor's door and in the elevator, in a crowded walkway while a woman walking her dog watched me give her oral sex, in the community garden while an older man watched me thrust, and even on the highway in front of a dozen male and female college students. My darling gradually accepted the fact that exhibitionist sex and public exhibitionist sex could indeed be incredibly exciting, making one's body unable to resist. Her vaginal fluids would gush out like a burst dam, sliding down her thighs, and her penis would feel like a metal rod churning inside her. The semen would be like a blazing fire burning during orgasm, allowing her senses to drift off to sleep in each other's embrace, savoring a lingering aftertaste. This was the allure of exhibitionist sex, and it was our new beginning.
Later, through a chance encounter, we came across live streaming—I mean mobile adult live streaming. We saw a lot of new content, such as threesomes, group sex, double penetration, wife swapping, seduction, and so on. But all of this annoyed my darling and me. She told me she firmly believed that the presence of a third party would only make the relationship between lovers thin and strange. Even if they loved each other, they couldn't cross the line; no matter how chaste their bodies were, a foreign object would always interfere. She scoffed at the petty practice of masturbation, saying, "Only women without men would do that to pass the time." Only content related to "outdoors" and "the wilderness" resonated with us, but casual sex remained abhorrent to us, as did my own.
Based on this emotional foundation and code of conduct, we embarked on a new endeavor: becoming livestreamers—yes, we did our own livestreams. We wanted to show people what real sex was, the ultimate orgasm. On daytime pedestrian overpasses, on city roads, under midnight streetlights, at gatherings with friends, in parks, alleys, on buses, in restaurants, dance halls, karaoke bars, streams, hot springs, tourist attractions, museums—almost everywhere we left our mark. Even under the watchful eyes of passing cars and pedestrians, we completed one exhilarating challenge after another, composing our love song with our hot bodily fluids and swollen organs.
"Exposing our sex in public" made us love each other even more!

Postscript:
Years later, I'm a bit rusty at writing. However, the purpose of this article, besides sharing my own feelings, is to discuss. I've noticed that in forums and in real life, the concept of "exhibitionism" seems to have become synonymous with women, and only women's "exhibitionism" seems to arouse interest, while the ultimate goal of sex is never mentioned. I believe sex should be mutual, and the purpose of "exhibitionism" should serve "sex." So why can't "exhibitionism" and "sex" always coexist? Like Japanese AV films! At the same time, many moral exemplars say it's no different from dogs mating in the street, but isn't sex itself a natural instinct for humans? Perhaps many people around us do engage in such "public sexual behavior" when they can't control themselves, but unfortunately, most don't record it. I've looked at forums for a long time, and there's very little content on this topic; perhaps I haven't found the resources or organizations.
Of course, opinions vary, and it's not that traditional thinking is bad, but few people can accept it, just as we can't accept wife-swapping. We love "public sex," which is why we participate in live streams. Many of our friends know about our behavior, and while some may find it distasteful, most probably envy our lifestyle. I hope to see more friends with similar interests exchange ideas on this topic and offer us support regarding the concept of "exhibitionism." Of course, this post is just the beginning, simply outlining our sexual philosophy. Later, I will share more details about my experiences and processes, hoping to receive blessings and mutual inspiration, and encourage those seeking unique sexual practices! And remember, safety first.

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