Sex inside a transparent glass window

I live in a very small residential complex, surrounded by eight-story buildings on all four sides, enclosing a large central platform. The first and second floors are shops, and the platform on the third floor serves as the starting point for each staircase. It's about 700 square meters, with ping-pong tables, badminton courts, and after school, many children rollerblade there. Every apartment on the third floor closest to the center of the complex has a semi-circular window that extends slightly into the platform. These windows let in a lot of light. One day, while playing with some other children in the complex, I used an old billiard ball as a ping-pong ball. The ball bounced off the table, went straight through the security bars, and smashed a large hole in my window. His parents paid over 600 yuan in compensation and told me to hire someone to replace the glass myself.
I went to a glass shop and found a type of one-way transparent glass, not the full 5mm. Replacing it with the original type would cost nearly 1000 yuan, not including labor, but I still chose it. This type of glass eliminates the need to draw curtains, keeping the room constantly bright. But my wife, who had gone back to her parents' home, didn't know this secret.
My wife came home on a Sunday afternoon, carrying a large bag of luggage and covered in sweat. My pent-up desire from the past week was burning, so I snatched her bag, tossed it aside, and dragged her into the room. She tried to push me away, saying, "Don't be in such a hurry! I'm all sweaty!" I wouldn't let go, hugging her and kissing her passionately. While caressing her breasts, I said, "Didn't you say that every time you're gone for a few days, you can feel my desire getting stronger? Now I'll make you feel that again." She was wearing a light green floral print knee-length dress. Light from the window shone through the dress, and although there was a thin layer of gauze underneath, I could vaguely see her red panties, especially the alluring archway in the center. I lifted her skirt, intending to reach up. She pushed my hand away forcefully, gesturing towards the window with her mouth, signaling me to close the curtains. I smiled, ignored her, and forcibly pulled her skirt down. My wife was startled at first, then immediately squatted down, yelling, "Are you crazy? People could walk by any moment!" I squatted down too, holding her face in my hands, and said, "Don't be angry, I just wanted some excitement. Besides, you're so beautiful, it's good for others to admire you." My wife lifted her skirt, walked to the window, drew the curtains, turned around and looked at me strangely, saying, "What's wrong with you today? You seem weird." I still chuckled, went over and hugged her, kissing her slowly, then asked, "Are you afraid of being seen? Actually, I know no one will be passing by right now, so I'm just playing around." My wife stopped blaming me and closed her eyes, enjoying herself. I said, "I want it." My wife threw my hand away: "I'll go take a shower first." "No." I pulled her back, pressed her against the windowsill, and said, "I want it right now." "Are you crazy? I'm covered in sweat!" "I'm not afraid, I don't care!" I held her tightly, and she struggled, trying to push me away.
Looks like I'll have to use force.
I pulled down her skirt and stepped on it. She couldn't lift it or push me away; her pitiful appearance was truly endearing. I gently rubbed her sensitive nipples through her panties. At first, she frowned and kept trying to block me with her small hands, but soon she felt comfortable and slowly yielded. Knowing she couldn't resist, she chose to enjoy it. She stopped struggling and simply reached for the air conditioner remote on the table to lower the temperature. While
my left hand was busy, my right hand helped her take off her sleeveless T-shirt. She was indeed very sweaty, so she didn't dare lean against the curtains. I said that standing like that without support would be tiring. So I pulled open the curtains, wanting her to lean against the newly installed glass window. This startled her, and she hurriedly tried to move away, but I held her close. When she tried to squat down, I used two fingers of my left hand to firmly press against her arch. My wife wouldn't have it this time. She stopped struggling and shouted, "Hey!" I was startled and stopped. She was really angry. Leaning against the glass, she stopped trying to draw the curtains. Suddenly, she turned around; no one was outside. She abruptly ripped off her bra and threw it aside, staring out and angrily asking me, "Do you really think your wife's body is for the neighbors to see?!" She looked like she was about to cry as she said this. Her snow-white breasts were exposed to the outside world, separated only by the window. Luckily, no one passed by, otherwise, who knows what she would have done next. Outside, there was only the lonely ping-pong table and the badminton court, baked by the sun and no one daring to play.
A glass window with the curtains open, a young, sexy woman wearing only red underwear, a self-deprecating yet furious face, a pair of… I admit I was stunned. I stood there dumbfounded, forgetting to take out my digital camera to capture this perfect moment, so much so that even now, when my wife and I joke about it, I always sigh.
In the silence, my wife sobbed, then suddenly asked, "Huang Sheng, explain yourself. Where have you been these past few days? What's wrong with you?" She hadn't called me that in years. I realized the problem was getting serious, so I snapped out of my daze, drew the curtains to stop frightening her, and then… I calmed my wife down and explained about replacing the window glass. She checked the window with some skepticism, noticing signs of it being replaced and even touching the sealant. Perhaps finding it unbelievable, she asked, “The glass looks the same from this side, can’t anyone see in?” I said, “Really, they can’t see in. Do you think I’m that stupid? Do you want the whole neighborhood to watch us make love?” My wife thought for a moment and said, “No, I need to see it with my own eyes to believe it.” “Then go see for yourself.” So she pulled up her skirt, put on her sleeveless T-shirt (without a bra), and went out of the room. She came back in as soon as she stepped out the door, opened the curtains, pointed at my crotch, and said, “If you’ve got the guts, take all your clothes off!” I laughed and stripped naked, and only then did she leave, satisfied. I walked to the window and looked inside, carefully examining it from several angles, even pressing my head against the security bars. Of course, all I could see was a mirror before she finally came in. As soon as she entered the room, she said in a half-smiling, half-scolding tone, "You're such a pervert! Did you get this kind of glass so you could do it while looking out?" While saying this, she went to the window, pulled the curtains a little closer, and then touched the windowpane to look outside. I hugged her from behind and whispered in her ear, "Don't you like it? This will definitely feel different, like when we used to do it outdoors when we were dating." "Get away! Who does it outdoors with you!"
I said, helping her take off her top from behind. She stood there in the gap of the partially drawn curtains. I gently massaged her breasts from behind, stretching my neck over her shoulder to kiss her. She cooperated, turning her head and closing her eyes to taste my tongue. I knew her anger earlier had thwarted my previous efforts; now I needed to rekindle her interest. Although I was quite erect, I still kissed her patiently. When she became more engrossed, I reached up from her knees, finding that familiar spot that I had longed for countless times, and gently caressed it. Even through her underwear, I could feel her clitoris slowly hardening. My wife began to moan softly, her right hand gripping the windowpane, her left hand reaching behind her to touch my penis. We both knew that words weren't needed at this moment.
We'd both been abstaining for about a week, and being young, we quickly became aroused. Soon her panties were soaked with warm water, and I gently helped her remove them and her skirt. She asked, "Are your hands clean?" I hesitated to answer, because by her standards, my hands hadn't been washed since she came back, or even before, and I'd helped her with her luggage—they weren't clean. My wife glanced at me: "Go wash your hands." Then she tried to wash her hands too, but I hugged her tightly and said, "Don't go, just this once." "No!" she said firmly. I said, "But I'm afraid it'll take longer to do it to you after I wash my hands." She still wanted to go, and even tried to push me along, but I held her tightly, my left hand forcefully touching her there. She struggled for a moment, then closed her eyes and enjoyed it, but quickly pushed me away as if she were regaining her senses. I knew I had to use some tricks, so I knelt down in front of her, looking up at her and smiling. My wife knew what I was about to do. She paused for a moment, then said, "No, I haven't showered, it's dirty." I didn't answer her. I held her buttocks, bringing her genitals closer to me. Her beautiful, wet vulva was already exuding an alluring scent. Who said it was dirty? I loved that smell. I started kissing her genitals, licking her clitoris with my tongue. This trick always worked. My wife held my head, running her hands through my hair as usual, looking down at me. Even though my mouth was completely inside her, I could still look up. I've always thought my wife was incredibly alluring at this moment.
Seeing her slowly close her eyes, tilt her head back, and sigh with her mouth slightly open, I knew how comfortable she was. But I still asked, "Is it comfortable?" Although she never answered me. After a while, she turned around, facing the window, her hands gripping the glass, her buttocks arching back as high as possible—she always liked being licked from behind. So I used my hands to pull her full buttocks apart, then licked from back to front. She was very wet, and her moans grew louder until her chest was pressed against the glass, her breasts pressed firmly against it. She lay there against the windowpane, facing the empty platform outside, moaning freely…
Suddenly, she cried out “Ah!” as if startled, and quickly squatted down, my face slamming into her buttocks. I asked her, “What’s wrong?” “Someone’s here!” “Hey, what are you afraid of? He can’t see you.” The person outside was probably just passing by. My wife then stood up again, and we continued. A little while later, she whispered, “Want…” I didn’t hear her clearly, then she said again, “Ah…want…” I stopped kissing and looked at her. She turned her head and looked at me sideways, raising her voice slightly, “Want it inside!” I immediately stood up, and she grabbed my penis with her left hand, guiding it to my clitoris. I thrust forward, directly into her already wet opening. I thrust in hard, and my wife was thoroughly enjoying herself. I pulled her head back and twisted it, and she understood that we were about to exchange tongues, so she obediently turned her head back. We kissed passionately, and she licked up all the fluids she had left on my face, lips, and mouth. I didn't think she was being excessive, because at that moment, she had every reason to forget the word "dirty" she had used earlier.
...She stopped turning her head; she faced the window, her head tilted back, her hazy eyes gazing out, moaning softly.
...Another person passed by, and my wife tried to hide, but I held her down. She reached for the curtains, but I quickly flung them away. Our actions continued, growing increasingly intense. She turned around several times, tried, then turned back, then back again... but ultimately preferred penetration from behind. Her moans grew louder... her hips swayed rhythmically. Although the air conditioning was on, we were both sweating profusely. One side of her hair, damp with sweat from being tossed around so many times, clung to the corner of her mouth—it looked really beautiful. At times like these, I always feel that watching countless adult films can't compare to having a friend capture every single moment from multiple angles, creating lasting memories to look back on when we're too old to do it anymore…
Not long after, a dramatic scene unfolded. We were enjoying ourselves when suddenly a woman in her thirties appeared by the window! It was the mother of the child who smashed my window. She was probably on her way to the market; she glanced at my window as she passed by, then stopped. My wife immediately fell silent, trying to hide. I quickly said, "Don't be afraid, she can't see you!" My wife calmed down, staring at the woman outside in terror. The woman stood in front of the window, seemingly talking to herself, then walked towards us, reaching us in two steps. My wife was terrified, turning her head and looking at me with a mournful face, saying, "Oh my god, she's right in front of me!" I admit I was a little nervous too. Although I knew it was one-way glass, this was my first time, and I was so scared I couldn't move. I don't even know when my penis went limp and slipped out. My heart was pounding, but I reassured my wife, "Don't be afraid, this is the feeling we want." The woman looked left and right at the window, then glanced up, and then pressed herself against the security bars to look into the room. My wife, startled, leaned back, her brow furrowed, and asked, "What do we do?" I said, "Don't be afraid, look at her. She can't see us, so she's backed away." My wife pressed herself against the window again, still nervously watching the woman. I had calmed down by then. The woman was wearing a pale yellow dress that reached her knees; the lower half was transparent, and the upper half had a layer of sheer fabric underneath. We were looking at her against the light, the light filtering through her dress outlining her sexy legs and the faint outline of her white panties. I suddenly felt a strange excitement, and my penis hardened again. So I inserted myself into my wife's vagina, seizing this rare opportunity to thrust forcefully. My wife was starting to enjoy it too, but she was still looking at the woman outside. Soon we were back in character. The woman outside reached out and touched the glass; this time, my wife didn't flinch. Then the woman looked in the mirror, tidied her bangs, and left. I felt a pang of regret and disappointment. What would it feel like to watch this woman make love to my wife and reach orgasm?
My wife closed her eyes, enjoying my movements, and soon began to moan again, gradually turning into cries, growing louder and louder. After that, people started passing by; some would stop to glance at my mirror, while others would walk past without even turning their heads. My wife was no longer afraid, partly because she was close to orgasm; she had kept her eyes closed for a long time, completely absorbed. Her hips moved more and more vigorously, and her cries became louder. I habitually checked the vent and found it was open. The vent in my room is 25 centimeters wide, used for ventilation when needed. Because my wife has a habit of moaning during sex, I installed a window at the vent location and attached soundproofing material next to it. A string was attached to the window for pulling. At this point, my wife's cries were indeed quite loud, so I tried to close the vent, but the problem was that even with my outstretched arm, I couldn't reach it. Taking a step over would mean a few seconds of cessation. At this point, my wife knew I wanted to pull her away, but she couldn't stop. She wrapped her arms tightly around my buttocks from behind, shaking her head vigorously, meaning she wanted me to ignore it. She cried out loudly, "Ah...ah..." and even pretended to cry, "Waaah..." Her juices flowed down her thighs, but I couldn't care less at that moment, thrusting rapidly. My wife closed her eyes, tilting her head back and crying out. A couple passed by the window, and I clearly saw the woman walk past with a sly smile.
My wife shouted, "Shoot!" But I was almost there, and she shouted again, "Faster! Ah..." I thrust for another ten seconds or so, and I came too. I thrust hard, and each time, my wife was forced to lift her toes with that final thrust... then she would pull her legs back, close them, and clamp them tightly around me, her legs trembling... She lay on the windowsill for a long time without moving...
I was really tired and wanted to escape and lie down on the ground, but my wife hugged me tightly, not letting me go. I lay on her back, panting heavily, both of us drenched in sweat. A little while later, I said, "Let's go take a shower together." My wife said, "You're not allowed to come out." She meant that I could only be pulled out in the bathroom, otherwise she would have to wipe up the semen that had spilled on the floor again. She bent her left leg, and I lifted her left leg; then she lifted her right leg, and I lifted her right leg again—this action had been repeated many times before. I skillfully held her, like I was helping a child urinate, and the two of us walked into the bathroom as one…

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