My wife's long-awaited appearance

Since our two little ones were born, my wife and I have had very little time or space just for each other. Aside from work, our lives revolve almost entirely around the two children.

Although today is a holiday, the company is rushing to finish some projects, requiring us to work overtime. So I asked my wife to come and help, while my parents looked after the two little ones.

After lunch, I went to the office, prepared the files, and waited for the client's call. Around 1 p.m., the client called, but apologized, saying that due to an impromptu meeting, today's appointment was canceled and would be rescheduled for next week.

Since he said that, I didn't feel comfortable blaming him, so suddenly my wife and I had a whole afternoon free. My wife suggested, "It's been a while since we went shopping together. How about we go to the department store? I heard they have an anniversary sale with discounts!" "Okay!" I replied, partly because it had been a long time since we'd gone out together, and partly because I'd been working overtime at the company lately and wanted to buy my wife some things she'd like to make her happy. So, we drove off to the department store! When we arrived, parked, and stepped outside, I was shocked! Had I been out for too long? The department store was like a shopping community! Building after building, shop after shop—it was so convenient! It felt a bit like a shopping district abroad.

While I was still in shock, my wife had already taken my hand and led me into the crowd.

"Honey, what do you want to buy?" I asked her.

Actually, I didn't really want to buy anything specific. How about we browse around and see if they have any windproof jackets for bicycles? "Okay!" I replied.

Since my company is very close to home, my husband and I usually commute by bicycle.

After the kids are asleep at night, we also ride around the bike path a few times as exercise. However, on rainy days, we just wear 30-yuan raincoats from convenience stores; we don't have any special bicycle raincoats. So I think my wife's suggestion is really good! While browsing, on the outdoor lounge floor, we saw a fairly well-known bicycle specialty store called "Single XX Customer."

Great! They should have everything we want.

And indeed they did.

I found two very nice and practical windproof (rainproof) jackets in the clothing section, although they weren't cheap (over 7,000 yuan each).

But seeing how happy my wife was, of course I had to buy them for her no matter how expensive they were! My wife also picked up a moisture-wicking shirt, which is said to be amazing—it won't get wet no matter how much you sweat. While trying it on, my wife carefully "admired" her figure.

Even after having two children, she's still slim and tall, 158cm (though she claims to be 160cm), 46kg, 25-inch waist, 34D bust, and her round, firm breasts are still very attractive.

After buying everything and paying, as we were about to leave, I saw my wife still standing in the clothing section, engrossed in studying something. I walked over, and she picked up a piece of clothing, asking, "Honey, what's this? It looks so weird." I looked at it and told her, "It's a cycling jersey, but this one's more professionally worn! It's a one-piece, strappy cycling jersey, so cyclists can wear a long-sleeved jacket over it without adding too much weight. You'd probably only wear something like this in triathlons!" "Oh?" my wife replied thoughtfully, looking at the jersey. Then, with a strange smile, she said, "Honey! It's been so long since we played around, want to play a little?" "What? Here? Now?!" I replied, surprised. The "playing around" she was referring to was something we often did before we got married, when we were dating... Back then, she would wear very revealing clothes when shopping, even late at night. She would go to less crowded convenience stores wearing only lace panties, exposing herself to others, and then we would enjoy that kind of exciting sex at home or in the car.

But after getting married, because of family and work, I simply didn't have time to reminisce about these things. I didn't expect her to bring it up with me today. I really miss it. "

How do you do it?" I asked her. "

Just tell the clerk I want to try this on. I'm not wearing a bra today, so I just take it all off and try it on! And that clerk seems pretty honest, and the feeling isn't bad, so the response should be good, right?" she answered.

Then I turned around and took a closer look at the sales clerk. She was a bit chubby, but she did look honest.

"Okay, I'll go talk to her!" I said, taking the car cover to the counter.

"Excuse me, is this a men's or women's car cover?" I asked the clerk, picking it up.

"It's a men's!" the clerk replied. "

Oh? Do you have a women's version?" my wife asked.

"No!" the clerk answered, and my wife seemed a little disappointed.

Then the clerk enthusiastically said, "But we have another tank top with thinner straps that can be worn by both men and women. We happen to have a small size; would you like to try it on?" "Sure!" My wife's eyes lit up like LED lights when she heard that, and she answered without hesitation. "Ha~ you've got a great deal, sir!" I thought to myself... My wife happily took the style the salesperson suggested and went into the fitting room. I waited at the door, feeling a bit nervous since I'd done this in so long! Besides, my wife had never worn a car bodysuit like this before, and I couldn't imagine what she would look like in it. I waited outside with a mix of anticipation and nervousness.

"Honey!" The fitting room door opened.

Good heavens! The sight before me was truly shocking! My wife was completely naked from the waist up, except for the thin straps of the car bodysuit. The straps were pushed inwards, making her D-cup breasts look even more voluptuous.

Two slightly darker-colored nipples, perhaps due to the air conditioning or stimulation, were erect. My wife's nipples were a little larger, making them appear more three-dimensional and striking – absolutely stunning! "How is it? Is the size okay?" While I was still admiring them, the sales clerk walked over from behind the counter, asking a question.

Ha! I'd completely forgotten there was a clerk there. His question startled me, but he was the one whose shock level was off the charts. He probably hadn't expected anyone trying on a car cover like that, so he naturally walked over... and peeked into the fitting room... Time seemed to freeze for about five seconds... "Hmm... size... okay... okay..." "Is it okay?" The sales assistant was clearly trying hard to appear calm! "It's alright!" my wife answered, while casually turning around in front of the mirror, looking left and right, like she was checking if the dress looked good. However, she was facing away from the mirror, towards the door, which was where I and the sales assistant were. "

Is the bra strap in the right position?" my wife asked, holding the strap with one hand.

"Um... actually, it should be a little in the middle, it should be..." the sales assistant replied. "

In what?" my wife continued. "

In... at the chest area..." the sales assistant said apologetically, but her eyes never left my wife's breasts.

"Could you adjust it for me?" My wife confidently thrust out a breast, pointing her nipple high at the sales clerk, then leaned closer to him.

"Hmm... okay... like this..." The sales clerk seemed calmer now, also enjoying the visual feast.

He reached out, lifting the bra strap from my wife's right shoulder and pulling it towards her breast. But honest men are different; he deliberately held his hand above her breast, not actually touching it. My wife and I exchanged a glance.

Then she told the sales clerk, "Don't worry, it's okay to adjust it for me. My husband's right here, he's not afraid you'll eat me alive!" The sales clerk glanced at me.

I smiled at him and said, "Just help us see how it's worn correctly, it's okay!" "Oh, okay!" the sales clerk replied, as if he'd won the lottery, drawing out the sound.

So he put his hand back on his right shoulder, pulled up the bra strap, and adjusted it again.

He then pulled the strap down from his shoulder towards his chest, and when he reached his breasts, he didn't deliberately avoid it, but instead pressed it against his wife's large, firm D-cup breasts, sliding it down along the shape of her breasts.

Just before touching her nipples, his wife said, "My nipples are a little big, and it's quite cold now, so they're a bit hard. Could you help me tuck them under my clothes?" The sales clerk said, "Sure!" Then, with the fingers of his other hand, he gently touched his wife's nipple, moved it very gently, and then pressed the bra strap against her nipple. His wife let out a soft moan of enjoyment. "

What about the other side?" his wife asked with a smile. "

Okay, I'll help you!" The sales assistant quickly adjusted the other bra strap on my wife's bra using the same motion.

Seeing this, I was almost at my limit; my penis was rock hard, and I could feel the tip constantly leaking fluid! "That's good!" The sales assistant stepped back,

seemingly admiring my wife's work.

It was then that we noticed the sales assistant's crotch was also bulging.

My wife continued to look at herself in the mirror, satisfied, occasionally touching her breasts and adjusting the bra strap, sometimes playfully fiddling with her nipples.

The sales assistant and I watched from the side; her crotch was practically bursting! For about five minutes, my wife let me and the shop assistant stand there watching for five minutes. Then, with a slight smile, she looked at us two men who were staring at her and said, "I'm going to take my clothes off

now. Have you seen enough?" The shop assistant was immediately embarrassed and didn't know what to say. He didn't know where to look, but I smiled and replied to my wife, "Not yet! I want to see more! How about I just take everything off and let you see properly? Want to come in?" My wife smiled and replied.

Actually, I didn't expect my wife to say that, so I readily replied, "Okay! You said it!" Then I turned to the shop assistant and said, "My wife said it. Want to come in?" The shop assistant didn't say anything, just nodded slightly, looking embarrassed.

So I urged the shop assistant, "Hurry up!" Otherwise, she might change her mind. With two men and one woman crammed into the tiny dressing room, my wife locked the door and said, "Shall I take it off?" So she first pulled down both bra straps, exposing her entire upper body to us. Then she paused, glanced at us, and said to me with a slightly sly look, "Honey~ I'm wearing that underwear today!" I suddenly realized that she was wearing my favorite underwear, a pair of sexy lingerie I bought from an overseas website.

It was called underwear, but it was really just a thong made of elastic Lycra threads at the waist and crotch. Then my wife took off her car cover as well.

The scene before me was so lewd that I don't even know how to describe it.

After removing the car cover, all I could see were two lines on my wife's lower body: one at her waist, and the other running down her lower abdomen to her private area. My wife has a rather thick vulva, so what I saw was just a deep line between her pubic hair and her vulva.

Some of her pubic hair was already wet with her vaginal fluids from her excitement—it was a truly beautiful sight.

The shop assistant was squatting nearby, mouth agape, speechless.

After the car cover was completely off, my wife turned it over, looked at her underwear, and said to the shop assistant, "I'm sorry, I got your clothes dirty!" It turned out her vaginal fluids had soaked the car cover, creating a large wet patch. The shop assistant said

, "It's okay, I'll buy this one myself!" My wife and I both laughed.

Suddenly, the sales clerk seemed to relax, becoming less tense.

"Won't it hurt down there?" he asked, pointing to his wife's genitals. His wife deliberately spread her legs wider, looking down at herself, and then used both hands to spread her vulva, bringing it almost 5 centimeters in front of the sales clerk.

She said, "It's okay! It's wet now, I can't feel anything. Can you check if it's red?" The sales clerk's eyes were practically popping out of his head.

His eyes were fixed on his wife's genitals as he said, "No!" His wife smiled and said, "That's good. Have you seen enough? Can I put my clothes on now? It's a little cold!" The sales clerk finally snapped out of his daze and replied to his wife, "I'm sorry, please put them on quickly!" My wife slowly put on her clothes, piece by piece, and then the three of us walked out of the fitting room together.

Before coming out, my wife saw that my crotch and the shop assistant's were bulging unnaturally, and playfully patted our groins lightly, saying, "The door's about to open, hurry up and get out!" After leaving the fitting room, the shop assistant, still not satisfied, asked us, "Want to see anything else?"

Then we happily walked to the parking lot. After getting in the car, my wife immediately leaned over my crotch, looked up, and asked, "Honey~ was it exciting? Did you want more?" I didn't say anything, immediately unbuckled my belt, and pulled out my long-erect penis. My wife grabbed it with one hand and said, "Wow~ it's so wet! Let me help you!" Then I took his penis into my mouth and used both my hands and mouth to stroke it repeatedly. Because of the stimulation, I ejaculated immediately...

My wife was also very greedy and drank every last drop of it. Then she sat back down and happily said to me, "Thank you, honey! I'm so happy!" Then the two of us happily drove home to find our two little babies! Ending a thrilling afternoon date.

Actually, I wanted to say to my dear wife, "Honey, thank you! I'm so happy!"

Since our two little babies were born, my wife and I have rarely had time or space just for each other. Apart from work, our lives revolve almost entirely around our two children.

Although it was a holiday, the company was rushing to finish some cases, requiring overtime, so I asked my wife to come over and help. My parents took care of the two little ones.

After lunch, I went to the office, prepared the files, and waited for the client's call. Around 1 pm, the client called, but apologized, saying that due to an impromptu meeting, today's appointment was canceled and would be rescheduled for next week.

Since he said that, I didn't feel good about blaming him, so suddenly my wife and I had a whole afternoon free. My wife suggested, "It's been a while since we went shopping together. How about we go to the department store? I heard they have an anniversary sale with discounts!" Great! I answered her, partly because I wanted to say that it had really been a long time since the two of us went out together, and partly because I'd been working overtime at the company lately and wanted to buy my wife some things she'd like to make her happy. So, we drove off to the department store! When we arrived, parked the car, and stepped outside,

I was shocked! Had I been out for too long? The department store was like a shopping community! One building after another, one store after another—it was so convenient! It really felt like a shopping district abroad. While I was still in shock, my wife had already taken my hand and led me into the crowd.

"Honey, what do you want to buy?" I asked her.

Actually, I didn't really want to buy anything specific. How about we browse around and see if they have any windproof jackets for bicycles? "Okay!" I replied.

Since my company is very close to home, my husband and I usually commute by bicycle.

After the kids are asleep at night, we also ride around the bike path a few times as exercise. However, on rainy days, we just wear 30-yuan raincoats from convenience stores; we don't have any special bicycle raincoats. So I think my wife's suggestion is really good! While browsing, on the outdoor lounge floor, we saw a fairly well-known bicycle specialty store called "Single XX Customer."

Great! They should have everything we want.

And indeed they did.

I found two very nice and practical windproof (rainproof) jackets in the clothing section, although they were not cheap (each cost more than 7,000).

But seeing how happy and pleased my wife was, of course I had to buy it for her, no matter how expensive it was! She also picked up a moisture-wicking shirt, which I'd heard was amazing—it wouldn't get wet no matter how much you sweat. While trying it on, she carefully admired her figure.

Even after having two children, she remained slim and slender. Though not tall (158cm, though she claims to be 160cm), she weighed 46kg, had a 25-inch waist, a 34D bust, and round, firm breasts that were still very attractive.

After buying everything and paying, as we were about to leave, I saw my wife still standing in the clothing section, engrossed in studying something. I went over, and she picked up a piece of clothing and asked, "Honey, what's this? It looks so strange!" I glanced at it and told her, "This is a cycling jersey, but it's more professionally worn! It's a one-piece, strappy jersey that allows cyclists to wear a long-sleeved jacket over it without adding too much weight. You'd probably only see these in triathlons!" "Oh?" my wife replied thoughtfully, looking at the jersey. Then, with a strange smile, she said, "Honey! It's been so long since we played around, want to play a little?" "What? Here? Now?!" I replied, surprised. The "playing around" she was referring to was something we often did before we got married, when we were dating... Back then, she would wear very revealing clothes when shopping, even late at night. She would go to less crowded convenience stores wearing only lace panties, exposing herself to others, and then we would enjoy that kind of exciting sex at home or in the car.

But after getting married, because of family and work, I simply didn't have time to reminisce about these things. I didn't expect her to bring it up with me today. I really miss it. "

How do you do it?" I asked her. "

Just tell the clerk I want to try this on. I'm not wearing a bra today, so I just take it all off and try it on! And that clerk seems pretty honest, and the feeling isn't bad, so the response should be good, right?" she answered.

Then I turned around and took a closer look at the sales clerk. She was a bit chubby, but she did look honest.

"Okay, I'll go talk to her!" I said, taking the car cover to the counter.

"Excuse me, is this a men's or women's car cover?" I asked the clerk, picking it up.

"It's a men's!" the clerk replied. "

Oh? Do you have a women's version?" my wife asked.

"No!" the clerk answered, and my wife seemed a little disappointed.

Then the clerk enthusiastically said, "But we have another tank top with thinner straps that can be worn by both men and women. We happen to have a small size; would you like to try it on?" "Sure!" My wife's eyes lit up like LED lights when she heard that, and she answered without hesitation. "Ha~ you've got a great deal, sir!" I thought to myself... My wife happily took the style the salesperson suggested and went into the fitting room. I waited at the door, feeling a bit nervous since I'd done this in so long! Besides, my wife had never worn a car bodysuit like this before, and I couldn't imagine what she would look like in it. I waited outside with a mix of anticipation and nervousness.

"Honey!" The fitting room door opened.

Good heavens! The sight before me was truly shocking! My wife was completely naked from the waist up, except for the thin straps of the car bodysuit. The straps were pushed inwards, making her D-cup breasts look even more voluptuous.

Two slightly darker-colored nipples, perhaps due to the air conditioning or stimulation, were erect. My wife's nipples were a little larger, making them appear more three-dimensional and striking – absolutely stunning! "How is it? Is the size okay?" While I was still admiring them, the sales clerk walked over from behind the counter, asking a question.

Ha! I'd completely forgotten there was a clerk there. His question startled me, but he was the one whose shock level was off the charts. He probably hadn't expected anyone trying on a car cover like that, so he naturally walked over... and peeked into the fitting room... Time seemed to freeze for about five seconds... "Hmm... size... okay... okay..." "Is it okay?" The sales assistant was clearly trying hard to appear calm! "It's alright!" my wife answered, while casually turning around in front of the mirror, looking left and right, like she was checking if the dress looked good. However, she was facing away from the mirror, towards the door, which was where I and the sales assistant were. "

Is the bra strap in the right position?" my wife asked, holding the strap with one hand.

"Um... actually, it should be a little in the middle, it should be..." the sales assistant replied. "

In what?" my wife continued. "

In... at the chest area..." the sales assistant said apologetically, but her eyes never left my wife's breasts.

"Could you adjust it for me?" My wife confidently thrust out a breast, pointing her nipple high at the sales clerk, then leaned closer to him.

"Hmm... okay... like this..." The sales clerk seemed calmer now, also enjoying the visual feast.

He reached out, lifting the bra strap from my wife's right shoulder and pulling it towards her breast. But honest men are different; he deliberately held his hand above her breast, not actually touching it. My wife and I exchanged a glance.

Then she told the sales clerk, "Don't worry, it's okay to adjust it for me. My husband's right here, he's not afraid you'll eat me alive!" The sales clerk glanced at me.

I smiled at him and said, "Just help us see how it's worn correctly, it's okay!" "Oh, okay!" the sales clerk replied, as if he'd won the lottery, drawing out the sound.

So he put his hand back on his right shoulder, pulled up the bra strap, and adjusted it again.

He then pulled the strap down from his shoulder towards his chest, and when he reached his breasts, he didn't deliberately avoid it, but instead pressed it against his wife's large, firm D-cup breasts, sliding it down along the shape of her breasts.

Just before touching her nipples, his wife said, "My nipples are a little big, and it's quite cold now, so they're a bit hard. Could you help me tuck them under my clothes?" The sales clerk said, "Sure!" Then, with the fingers of his other hand, he gently touched his wife's nipple, moved it very gently, and then pressed the bra strap against her nipple. His wife let out a soft moan of enjoyment. "

What about the other side?" his wife asked with a smile. "

Okay, I'll help you!" The sales assistant quickly adjusted the other bra strap on my wife's bra using the same motion.

Seeing this, I was almost at my limit; my penis was rock hard, and I could feel the tip constantly leaking fluid! "That's good!" The sales assistant stepped back,

seemingly admiring my wife's work.

It was then that we noticed the sales assistant's crotch was also bulging.

My wife continued to look at herself in the mirror, satisfied, occasionally touching her breasts and adjusting the bra strap, sometimes playfully fiddling with her nipples.

The sales assistant and I watched from the side; her crotch was practically bursting! For about five minutes, my wife let me and the shop assistant stand there watching. Then, with a slight smile, she looked at us two men who were staring at her and said, "I'm going to take my clothes off now. Have you seen enough?" The shop assistant was immediately embarrassed and didn't know what to say.

He didn't know where to look, but I smiled and replied to my wife, "Not yet! I want to see more! How about I just take everything off and let you see everything properly? Want to come in?" My wife smiled and replied.

Actually, I hadn't expected my wife to say that, so I readily replied, "Sure! You said it!" Then I turned to the shop assistant and said, "My wife said it. Want to come in?" The shop assistant didn't say anything, just nodded slightly, looking embarrassed.

So I urged the shop assistant: "Hurry up! Otherwise she'll change her mind." Two men and one woman were crammed into the tiny fitting room. My wife locked the door and said, "Shall I take it off?" She first pulled down both bra straps, exposing her entire upper body to us. Then she paused, glanced at us, and said to me with a slightly sly look, "Honey~ I'm wearing that underwear today!" I suddenly realized that she was wearing my favorite underwear, a pair of sexy lingerie I bought from an overseas website.

It was called underwear, but it was really just a thong made of elastic Lycra threads at the waist and crotch. Then my wife took off her car cover as well.

The scene before me was so lewd I don't even know how to describe it.

After removing the car cover, all I could see were two lines on my wife's lower body: one at her waist, and the other running down her lower abdomen to her private area. My wife has a rather thick vulva, so what I saw was just a deep line between her pubic hair and her vulva.

Some of her pubic hair was already wet with her vaginal fluids from her excitement—it was a truly beautiful sight.

The shop assistant was squatting nearby, mouth agape, speechless.

After the car cover was completely off, my wife turned it over, looked at her underwear, and said to the shop assistant, "I'm sorry, I got your clothes dirty!" It turned out her vaginal fluids had soaked the car cover, creating a large wet patch. The shop assistant said

, "It's okay, I'll buy this one myself!" My wife and I both laughed.

Suddenly, the sales clerk seemed to relax, becoming less tense.

"Won't it hurt down there?" he asked, pointing to his wife's genitals. His wife deliberately spread her legs wider, looking down at herself, and then used both hands to spread her vulva, bringing it almost 5 centimeters in front of the sales clerk.

She said, "It's okay! It's wet now, I can't feel anything. Can you check if it's red?" The sales clerk's eyes were practically popping out of his head.

His eyes were fixed on his wife's genitals as he said, "No!" His wife smiled and said, "That's good. Have you seen enough? Can I put my clothes on now? It's a little cold!" The sales clerk finally snapped out of his daze and replied to his wife, "I'm sorry, please put them on quickly!" My wife slowly put on her clothes, piece by piece, and then the three of us walked out of the fitting room together.

Before coming out, my wife saw that my crotch and the shop assistant's were bulging unnaturally, and playfully patted our groins lightly, saying, "The door's about to open, hurry up and get out!" After leaving the fitting room, the shop assistant, still not satisfied, asked us, "Want to see anything else?"

Then we happily walked to the parking lot. After getting in the car, my wife immediately leaned over my crotch, looked up, and asked, "Honey~ was it exciting? Did you want more?" I didn't say anything, immediately unbuckled my belt, and pulled out my long-erect penis. My wife grabbed it with one hand and said, "Wow~ it's so wet! Let me help you!" Then I took his penis into my mouth and used both my hands and mouth to stroke it repeatedly. Because of the stimulation, I ejaculated immediately...

My wife was also very greedy, drinking every last drop of it. Then she sat back down and happily said to me, "Thank you, honey! I'm so happy!" Then we happily drove home to meet our two little darlings! Ending a thrilling afternoon date.

Actually, I wanted to say to my dear wife, "Honey, thank you! I'm so happy!"

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