My Bank Wife's Exposure

My Bank Wife's Exposure (Part 1) My Wife Mistakes a Stranger for Me on a Crowded Bus
Author: hiboy20111

Today, I'd like to share with you what happened to me yesterday. First, let me introduce myself. I'm
35 this year, and my wife is 33. I work in internet technology, and after ten years of hard work, I've become a technical
supervisor . My wife and I have been together since graduating from university, and it hasn't been easy for us over the years. I love her very much
.

My wife works at a bank, I won't say which one, but she was recently promoted to director. I still remember
the celebration for her. My wife is a cool beauty. Why do I say that? Because she usually prefers
cool colors, and she rarely wears bright red or purple clothes. Due to the nature of her work, she often wears business suits. When
she's off work she prefers white, gray, black, brown, or beige casual wear. However, my wife
knows how to coordinate her outfits, and they always fit her well. They are slightly understated, but they all look very elegant on her. She usually wears light makeup
, with dark eyeshadow, and her long hair, which is past her shoulders, is usually tied up.

I truly admire a woman's skill in styling her hair. Every morning, my wife quickly and efficiently styles
her long hair, always leaving a wisp of bangs across her right forehead. With her hair up, she looks incredibly capable. Now, she's a
junior manager, overseeing more than ten people. She speaks clearly and acts flawlessly, earning the appreciation of her superiors.

My wife has an oval face, large, long eyes with slightly recessed corners, somewhat resembling Vivian Hsu
. Her eyelashes are exceptionally long, often squinting in the wind. She has a high, straight nose, and her lips, in my opinion, are
the most alluring feature of her face. They're thin, and when she wears light lipstick, they remind me of the actress in the lipstick commercial in our elevator
recently . I think she's just as beautiful, haha, her face is very captivating.

My wife is 1.67 meters tall, about 1.7 meters with heels. Her breasts are about the
size , and they don't sag at all. Her waist is 2 feet 2 inches. The sexiest part of her body is her buttocks—
white, full, and beautifully shaped, with a wonderful feel. Especially when she wears a bank suit, her
curves are truly S-shaped. The thin skirt hugs her full buttocks tightly, and her buttocks jiggle as she walks, unlike some
women whose buttocks are large but hard. Even when she wears jeans or a casual sweater suit, her buttocks are always taut,
and I often can't resist secretly touching them.

At the end of last year, we bought a car with our savings—I don't even know what kind of car it is—but yesterday
's events were all about this car that sparked our lewd behavior.

At 1:30 PM, as promised, I drove to my wife
's workplace to pick her up after work. After parking, I opened the sunroof, lit a cigarette, and waited for her to come out.
Looking through the bank's large glass doors, I saw my wife lecturing a few people. Her expression was very serious, and she kept pointing
at employees while saying something. I remembered her mentioning that her credit card signings had recently declined, but I didn't
know why. Anyway, it wasn't my problem. I continued smoking, remembering
something I read online about marrying someone who works at a bank: "If you marry a wife who works at a bank, she won't argue with you. Because working at a bank is
very demanding; even a hedgehog will have its quills worn down after a while, so she will be a
gentle wife."

"A wife who works at a bank is more shrewd and knows better what she should and shouldn't
spend on . She's definitely not just a pretty face." Thinking about it while smoking, it's true. My wife may look like
a cold beauty, but she's incredibly obedient to me, often acting coquettishly and sweetly. In bed
, she's even more compliant. We've been married for a long time, but we're becoming more and more focused on romance.

I like to have her wear fishnet stockings and stick out her big ass so I can fuck her from behind, and I'm used to inserting my thumb into her
anus. At first, she didn't agree and tried to avoid it, but now she's compliant. Especially after she got promoted, I
feel even more conquered when I'm fucking this ice beauty from behind. Occasionally, I'll have her wear her bank uniform while I fuck her, mostly from behind
. I usually choose to do it from behind when I'm about to ejaculate because I love my wife's big ass so much
. My wife's libido has been very high lately. I don't know if it's from work stress or if she's just a 30-year-old woman, but she often pounces on me and kisses me after
showering , making me feel a bit powerless.

Across from my wife's workplace parking lot is a bus platform with many bus routes, so it's
incredibly crowded between 5:30 and 6:00 PM. Often, as soon as a bus approaches, all sorts of
men and women start scrambling to get on, vying for the best spot. The
scene is quite chaotic, because this street has many shopping malls, banks, and office buildings, resulting in a huge flow of people.

Because of this, there are also many beautiful women in their professional lives; standing there for a while is quite a sight. I thought I could
finally say goodbye to the crowded buses.

But little did I know that yesterday's story would unfold on the bus again, and the protagonist was none other than my wife, while I was
hardly the male lead. Just then, the bank doors opened, and my wife quickly stepped out. Women in high heels just can't
walk properly anymore, and the faster they walk, the more they sway.

My wife was wearing a white blouse with a hemline around her waist and a row of buttons down the front.
The round collar was very elegant and feminine. However, the blouse wasn't very tight, probably because it was hot
. She wore a black short skirt that reached just above her knees. I don't know if it's called a pencil skirt. The skirt
had fit her perfectly. Sometimes my wife wears stockings, but
she wasn't these days because it was too hot. Her exposed calves were straight and white, and she was wearing a pair of black high heels. I especially love the sound of her high heels when she
walks don't know why. She had a white leather handbag slung over her left hand.

Just then, I saw a man around 40 years old waiting for the bus behind me. He had a cigarette dangling from his mouth, and his
eyes were fixed on my wife's backside. Even though I was on the bus, I knew the view from behind was great.
Her full buttocks, encased in a short skirt, were jiggling with each quick high heel clatter,
and there was a clear cleft between her buttocks—very alluring. I had chosen
this outfit for her; it was thin and breathable, and she usually wore it home from work lately. Oh well, let him look. If it were me, I'd be staring too.

I closed the sunroof, turned on the air conditioning, and opened the car door. My wife quickly got in. Suddenly, I placed my hand on
the passenger seat, and she firmly sat on it, closing the door behind her. Oh,
it felt so good, so soft. I squeezed it hard. "Ah!" my wife giggled, "You're so naughty!"

I said, "I think about it all day if I don't touch you, my dear wife, what underwear are you wearing today?"

My wife came over, hugged me, and kissed me, saying, "I couldn't feel it."

I pulled my hand away and hooked my middle finger upwards, feeling my wife's vulva through the baby's skirt and underwear,
saying, "I guess she's not wearing anything!" After saying that, I burst out laughing. I was so glad that we, an old married couple, could still
joke .

My wife said, "The black transparent one you bought me, it's so breathable. Let's hurry up, there's
going to be a traffic jam on XX Street soon. They've widened both sides of the road and pulled up all the big trees. If we don't leave now, the traffic will be terrible."

I thought that made sense. There's been road construction here recently. It's a straight road from my wife's workplace to home, supposedly a 20-
minute drive, but there are traffic lights all the way, so it's a stop-and-go journey, and with the road construction, the traffic is terrible.

"Damn it!" I cursed. The car wouldn't start. I checked the air conditioning wasn't on either. I was exasperated. My
wife and I had been fiddling with it for 15 minutes and still couldn't figure it out. We just bought the car; we had no idea how to fix it. My wife was sweating profusely, fanning herself
with a small fan.

"Let's go, take the bus. We can leave the car in our company parking lot. I'll let the night watchman know later
."

I thought about it and realized I had no other options. It was always impossible to get a taxi at this time; even getting a ride was difficult
. I had tomorrow off, and I'd arranged for Lao Liu to take a look.

My wife and I got off the bus. She takes two showers a day, one at noon and one on her way home. I guessed she was in a hurry to get home and
shower, so she walked ahead. I looked up at the bus stop, and holy crap, there was a whole company of people waiting for the bus. I thought, "Here comes
another ordeal."

I lit a cigarette and walked behind her. I usually don't smoke in front of my wife. Her back view was
so sexy. She stood out in the station, dressed in a business suit, and was quite tall. Her hair was styled in a
fashionable updo, with a light brown tinge at the nape of her neck—the color from a previous hair treatment. My gaze then fell
on her buttocks.

At that moment, one leg was straining, the other half bent. From behind, her full buttocks were clearly visible, with a distinct cleft between them.
Her short skirt clung tightly to her buttocks, as if unwilling to stray even half a centimeter. I thought to myself that I
often saw my wife with her bare buttocks at home, but rarely had the chance to appreciate them properly in public.

Then I noticed a man around 40 years old behind her. Wasn't that the same man from before?
Heh . I watched him casually walk about a meter behind my wife and stop, his eyes fixed on her buttocks.
Suddenly, my wife bent down and took a tissue to wipe the stains on her high heels.

My wife's plump buttocks were sticking out, facing the man. Her thin short skirt revealed the outline of her beautiful buttocks
. Because of her posture, the skirt was very tight, and I could vaguely see the outline of her underwear. I think I
could see my wife's anus through the thin skirt. Hehe. I saw the man lick his lips and swallow. You're lucky
.

Just then, the bus arrived. I quickly threw away my cigarette and hurried to get on. If I was late, I might not be able to get on, and I didn't
know would come. I cursed the damn bus. My wife glanced back and saw me coming. She also
hurried forward to get a good spot.

There were too many people. Everyone surged forward. I could only see my wife's hair in a bun. I noticed that the man was squeezed
behind my wife. I also pushed forward. After 5 minutes, I finally squeezed on. The doors closed.

I struggled to get behind my wife. There were people all around. In front of my wife were two
middle-aged women. Through them, I could see outside the window that there were still many people who hadn't gotten on.

My wife was gripping the handrail with her right hand, carrying bags in both hands, completely unable to move. To my left and in front of me was an
older woman, around 40 years old. Ugh, it was so crowded! At that moment, I cursed the bus company a million times, but it still didn't feel good.

Finally, the bus started moving. I sighed; it would probably take 40 minutes to get home. How boring! Thinking this, I put my hand
on my wife's buttocks. My position was slightly to the left behind her, allowing my right hand to freely touch
her large buttocks. The thin skirt didn't affect the sensation at all. My wife turned around alertly, saw me, gave me a strange smile
, ignored me, and looked back out the window.

My right hand slowly moved down her waist, feeling her full buttocks and deep cleft.
When I passed the peak of her buttocks, I gave it a firm squeeze. My wife turned around, frowning as if she wanted to say something, but I ignored her and continued to enjoy
the warmth of her plump buttocks.

Suddenly, my hand touched another hand. I looked up abruptly and saw the man from before smiling and nodding at me
. I figured he must think I was groping him and had mistaken me for someone with similar tastes. After a two-second internal struggle, I
smiled back. I'd occasionally read erotic novels that exposed wives, and after those two seconds, I was
mostly excited. I saw his left hand slowly slide down, his middle finger pressing down, moving along my wife's buttocks until his
entire palm was on her plump buttocks.

At that moment, I suddenly pulled my hand away, my heart pounding. I didn't say a word, but I felt a strange
excitement. Afraid that my wife would notice both hands, he smiled at me again. I smiled wryly back and looked at him. He was around 40 years old,
very strong, with a buzz cut, and his head was about 1.77 meters tall, just like mine.

I looked down; his middle finger was pressed very deep, it must have been embedded in my wife's buttocks. My heart
was pounding . On one hand, I was afraid my wife would find out, but on the other hand, I was incredibly excited. My wife, thinking it was me, was still looking out the window. My
hands were itching. Although I touch this big butt every day, the feeling at this moment was truly different. It's hard to
describe my feelings. I figured my wife wouldn't notice if I had both hands on her, so I placed my right hand on her
butt . At this moment, without my wife's knowledge, I and a strange man were each touching half of my wife's plump buttocks.

Seeing that my wife didn't react, the stranger became even more audacious, grabbing her buttocks hard. My wife turned around
and frowned at me, pouting her sexy little mouth as if to say, "Be gentle." I smiled and nodded at her. My wife turned back to look
out the window. At this moment, I carefully looked at my wife's profile. In the twilight, my wife's profile was so beautiful.
An earring hanging from her earlobe swayed with the movement of the car.

My hands kept wandering, occasionally brushing against the stranger's hands. Then, the stranger's hand moved to my wife's
waist slipping inside her shirt. My wife's smooth back was what I loved to caress most when we were having sex, but now it was
being caressed by a strange man.

Just then, I noticed the man in the mobile game had moved closer to me and spotted the zipper of my short skirt. My heart skipped a
beat, and I wondered what he was going to do, but I didn't stop him. He grabbed the zipper and pulled it down further. My wife naturally
felt it and slapped the stranger's hand away, thinking he was slapping my hand. She turned around and looked at me.
Instinctively, I quickly and discreetly raised my left hand, making a gesture as if to hide something. My wife frowned slightly;
her lips seemed to say "I hate you." I snapped back to reality and looked down. The zipper was already halfway down
, and the other side was pulled down as well.

My heart pounded. He was pulling down my wife's skirt, slowly, slowly revealing
the edge of her panties. Because the panties were low-waisted, her buttocks were vaguely visible. This scene left me bewildered.
The skirt was now pushed up to her buttocks and stuck there. I thought that if my wife didn't have such big buttocks, the skirt would have slipped
down completely . Most of her buttocks were exposed. Although it was dusk, I could still see her
buttocks through the transparent panties. The bus was stuck at the station, and construction ahead meant we wouldn't be able to move.

I watched the stranger's actions with a mixture of tension and excitement. His hands slipped inside her skirt, deeper and deeper. His
entire hand was now wrapped around the skirt. His hand continued to move downwards when suddenly my wife trembled. The stranger's
hand stopped at her crotch. Fuck! He must have touched my wife's vulva. I could only see his hand, encased in her skirt, moving
back and forth . My wife's left leg shifted slightly to the left, and I heard the crisp sound of high heels.

Seeing my wife's cooperation, the stranger had completely relaxed. He smiled at me
, raised his eyebrows at my wife's buttocks, and gave me a thumbs-up. I was both amused and exasperated. I glanced at my wife from the side; she was looking out the window with
a slight .

When my wife and I are intimate in bed, I often hold her and stroke her full
buttocks , and I've also stroked her vulva through her panties. Her panties must be wet now. The stranger must be able to feel
the outline of her vulva. I felt my penis harden.

The stranger became increasingly audacious. I saw him pull his hand out and slowly slip his middle finger along the edge of her transparent black panties, down
her buttocks, and inside. I didn't know what to do anymore. I could only feel my heart pounding and my erect
penis.

The stranger's hand slowly slid down, and by now the short skirt had been pulled up to my wife's thighs. I
quickly reached out and grabbed the hem of the skirt to prevent it from slipping down, but I didn't pull it up further. I knew I
was just assisting him, making things easier for him.

Through the dim light, I could see my wife's entire buttocks exposed. The stranger
's hand, through her black transparent panties, caressed and fondled my wife's white buttocks, occasionally grabbing and kneading the flesh. I swallowed hard
. Suddenly, the stranger's middle finger pressed down along the crease of my wife's buttocks, and I felt my wife's body tremble again. His hand was
now completely under my wife's buttocks; I could only see a white, full bottom and a deep crease between her buttocks
as his wrist moved up and down. My wife's chest lifted slightly, and her buttocks arched back as if welcoming his thrusts.

My wife's vagina was still pink and very wet; this kind of stimulation would probably cause it to overflow. I
saw my wife's body swaying slightly from side to side and occasionally shifting her plump buttocks back and forth. I glanced at
my wife . She was frowning, biting her lower lip, and still staring out the window.

Then he pulled out his left hand and slowly slid it across her buttocks, rubbing the back of his hand against her buttocks
, as if wiping away her vaginal fluid. Sure enough, there were several wet streaks on her buttocks. Suddenly, he grabbed her buttocks
with and spread them apart. At this moment, I saw her anus unwillingly exposed
to him. My wife then slightly raised her buttocks. I could see the red opening of her vulva, still wet with vaginal fluid. My
left hand gripped her skirt, feeling my penis throbbing violently.

The stranger suddenly inserted his left hand into my wife's anus. My wife cried out and
jerked her head back, then turned back, frowning at me. I quickly hid my hands behind her back. I whispered in her ear, "Honey, don't move, it
's so exciting."

My wife's lips seemed to say "it hurts." She turned her face back, frowning, biting her lip, and staring out the window.
At this moment, his actions became even more lewd. I could feel him breathing heavily. His hand was thrusting in and
out of my wife's anus.

I usually like to insert my thumb when I'm with my wife from behind; her anus never smells. Maybe it's because
she showers frequently and she's very clean, but it's only a slight odor because she says it hurts. We've never had
anal sex . Now, this strange man is penetrating my wife's anus on the bus while I'm still holding up her skirt.
I'm breathing heavily too. Suddenly, he pulled his finger out and smelled it. "Fuck you, you even smell it?"
he said, then suddenly held his finger to my nose. I smelled a faint scent of soap. My wife just showered at noon
.

He gave me a thumbs-up and gestured for me to do something too. I swallowed hard and didn't say anything;
to be precise I was completely at a loss. Then he pulled up my wife's underwear, and I quickly pulled
up her skirt as well, but he blocked my hand, gesturing for me to wait. "Fuck you, what are you going to do?"

Then I saw him pull down his zipper and pull out his penis. My head was buzzing. How could I
let my wife, who works at a bank, be violated by a pervert in her business attire without my permission? Before I
could react, he grabbed my wife's right hand and moved it down to his penis. I was stunned. Would my wife notice?
I shifted slightly to the right, afraid she would sense something was wrong, but the stranger squeezed right behind her, his penis
aimed at her big buttocks.

I shifted back and looked down. My wife's right hand was gripping his penis and pushing it back and forth. Was my wife
masturbating him? I couldn't believe my eyes. I regretted it a little, but I knew there was
nothing but watch.

At this moment, my wife must have thought she was relieving me. I saw my wife working very hard, her movements light but steady
. She even touched his glans with her slender index finger. Because my wife's right hand was gripping the handrail,
she lost her balance and leaned back against the stranger. He must have thought my wife was too slutty, a once-in-a-millennium
slut, to masturbate a stranger like this. So the stranger became even bolder, reaching his hands
to hug , his hands moving upwards from under her shirt.

Holy crap, he was going to touch my wife's breasts! My wife's breasts weren't large, but they were firm and not sagging at all,
and her nipples were very sensitive. I felt his hands had already pulled her bra up a little,
kneading her breasts. I saw my wife tilt her head back, her hair in a bun resting against his face.

The stranger lewdly pursed his lips and sniffed. I could smell the fragrance from my wife's hair; it must be
shampoo . From the side, I saw my wife squinting, her head slightly tilted back. At that moment, my wife's tongue was licking...
I touched my upper lip.

I couldn't take it anymore, I was so hard. I looked down at the stranger's penis, which was swollen and erect. The glans was pressed tightly
against my wife's buttocks. I saw him thrusting his hips back and forth, his penis touching
my wife's buttocks with each thrust, pressing against her buttocks through her underwear, making them tremble.

Suddenly, he removed my wife's hand with his right hand and quickly pulled down her underwear with his left. He licked his hands and smeared the liquid on
my wife anus. What the hell are you doing? My wife raised her right hand again, grabbing the handrail, her eyes half-closed. Her long
eyelashes fluttered, her eyes were glazed and she was completely at his mercy. I saw him thrust his hips and insert the glans into my wife's anus.
He pulled my wife's buttocks out with both hands, and I could see the glans struggling to go in. My wife's eyes were tightly closed in pain,
her teeth biting her lower lip so she dared not make a sound, her head tilting back sharply. The stranger thrust again. My wife
let out a soft moan, and I saw that there were teeth marks on her lower lip, but her eyes remained closed.

The stranger was gently thrusting. My wife opened her eyes, squinting as she looked out the window, her mouth open but not closed. Her head
was still tilted back, but she didn't make a sound. After about two minutes, the stranger stopped moving. I could see beads of
sweat on his forehead, his breathing heavy, and a large penis. I saw his penis tremble slightly.

I looked up at my wife. She had her eyes closed, as if she was enjoying something. Was that really it? At that moment, the stranger
slowly pulled out his penis and quickly pulled up her underwear. After putting his penis away, he said, "Good."
He looked at me, gesturing for me to have sex with my wife.

I smiled wryly, moved behind my wife, pulled up her skirt, zipped it up, and straightened the hem of her shirt.
Seeing that I didn't move, he didn't say anything and just walked away. In those 30 minutes, the bus was congested and passed through 6 stops without
stopping because it was too late to get on. My wife rested her head on my shoulder, her eyes closed, looking very tired. After
about 15 more minutes, we squeezed off the bus. After getting out of the car, my wife said, "You're so annoying! It hurts so much!
There are so many people around, won't someone take pictures of us?"

I said, "No, it's so dark, and there are two middle-aged women on either side, they won't."

She said, "Hurry up and go, you shot all over my butt, I can feel it leaking out now, hurry up and go!"

I didn't say anything, and saw my wife walking quickly ahead. My wife's back view was still beautiful, her long hair was styled and neat
, her suit was high-end and elegant, and her full butt was still so tempting. Her high heels clattered. Suddenly, I saw
a white liquid flowing down her left leg. As soon as we entered the house, I finally couldn't hold back anymore. I picked up my wife and threw her onto
the bed , shouting, "Quick, stick your butt out!"

My wife didn't know what was wrong with me and said, "You want more?"

I said, "Yes! I can't hold back anymore!" I

've been busy with work lately, and my wife has also worked overtime twice, so she hasn't been able to satisfy me much lately. I saw
my wife obediently turn around, lie on the edge of the bed, stick her butt out, and I roughly pushed her short skirt up to her waist. Through
her black transparent underwear, I could see the cleft of my wife's butt. Her face was wet with white semen, but I couldn't see her anus
. Women with fleshy buttocks don't show their anus unless they spread their buttocks wide or forcefully stick their legs out; her panties
were completely wet.

I was panting heavily. It was a man's semen. I slowly pulled down my wife's panties and saw they were covered in white
semen . Strands of white semen were scattered on my wife's raised buttocks. I parted my wife's buttocks. I saw that
her anus, which had just been penetrated, had returned to normal. My wife had been walking with semen in her buttocks from the station to home. So her buttocks were covered in
white semen from other men.

I couldn't take it anymore; my penis was throbbing. With a forceful thrust, I inserted my entire penis into my wife's anus. I pumped
wildly , into her anus, which was covered in other men's semen. Occasionally, I made a sizzling sound from the excessive force. I suddenly
remembered the scene of my wife reprimanding her subordinates earlier. I reached out and pulled off my wife's hair clip, and with each thrust, my
wife moaned, sometimes in pain, sometimes in pleasure. My wife's long hair was hanging down, so I grabbed it and pulled it back. She could only tilt her head back,
just like when the stranger had sex with her earlier. I continued to thrust wildly, but I couldn't hear her screaming in pain anymore
. I ejaculated in about 5 minutes, shooting into my wife's anus. I pulled out my penis and saw a stream of semen flowing out of
my wife anus. I wonder if that man's semen was in this stream.

My wife's exposure at the bank (Part 2) Revisiting campus with my wife but passionately exposed -- passionate in the study room.

Last time, [my wife mistook a stranger for me on the crowded bus] everyone despised me, haha, the reaction was very
strong . He didn't actually penetrate my wife's anus on the bus, so please don't get excited. This time, I'm bringing you
a passionate scene with my wife in the campus study room. It's okay, feel free to spray me if you have any water.

The summer in July was still so hot and humid. It's been a while since the last bus experience. I contacted
my friend Lao Liu and went to his familiar repair shop to get my car fixed. They changed some oil and pressure, which cost me a little money. Life
remained the same, from 8 to 5, and the weather sometimes made it hard to settle down.

It was a weekend evening, and my wife and I were driving around looking for a street food stall to grab something to eat
. Since it was the weekend, my wife wasn't wearing her bank uniform after work; instead, she was wearing jeans and a fitted
white pullover t-shirt that tucked just above the jeans' waistband. She wasn't wearing her hair up in a bun either, but in a
ponytail . The jeans were a Lee brand; you might see Lee ads in department stores. I think
we bought them for 700 last year, which I always considered extravagant. However, after seeing my wife try them on, I didn't hesitate to swipe my card and buy
them, even though I still felt they weren't worth it. It's so expensive, but I've never seen my wife wear jeans so well
. They perfectly accentuate her big, soft buttocks. From the front, her thighs are taut but
without any excess fat, and her legs flow straight down, making her look very slender. From the back, the
jeans hug her buttocks tightly, giving them a lifting effect, making her big buttocks appear slightly smaller,
but more fleshy and shapely. They're also soft and give you the urge to pinch them.
From the side, they highlight her S-curve, drawing a perfect arc from her waist down.

We drove to a food stall on XX Road. My wife ordered a plate of spicy crayfish and a bowl of spicy hot pot.
I ordered a plate of stir-fried baby bonito flakes and a plate of sea snails. We didn't order any staple food, but after hesitating for a moment, I ordered a beer.
Driving under the influence is a criminal offense now, so I didn't dare be careless. But honestly, drinking a bottle of beer felt like I hadn't drunk anything at all. My wife is a
glutton; she ate crayfish with a smug grin on her face. We completely relaxed from the stress of work,
chatting and laughing we ate for over an hour before leaving.

On the drive home, I said, "Honey, it's the weekend, let's go for a walk."

My wife said, "Okay, I'm taking my CFA exam soon, it's next week. I still need to study,
but I also want to get some fresh air.

Let's take a drive around XX Road." "Okay!" I replied, and drove towards XX Road. The roadside greenery is excellent;
young couples often stroll along it, so both the natural and cultural landscapes are pleasing to the eye.

After about 15 minutes, I saw the gate of XX University. That's where I graduated,
over 10 years ago. Suddenly, I felt a strong sense of nostalgia for university days and my classmates. I slowed down and
said, "Honey, we're at my alma mater."

"Yes, does this bring back memories of your university girlfriends?"

"Hehe, I've never had a girlfriend except you."

"Honey, I really miss university days. What about you?"

"Me too. Those were great times, no pressure at all. Ah! Time flies..." I
said.

"Come on, let's go inside and take a look!"

"Okay, let's relive our university days." I parked the car, and my wife and I walked into the campus.

I walked along the campus
path . This path was actually quite familiar to us, as we had dated here before.
Of course, we also shared the common college experience of not having a place to "please" (or "make love"), leaving our
marks haha.

Although it was already getting dark, we kept seeing students passing by, some carrying backpacks
, others with books, which stirred up a flood of memories for me. Our school is an engineering university
, a 211 Project university. It has liberal arts departments, but not many, and the "quality" isn't great—I'm referring to
the quality of the female liberal arts students, haha. But I want to clarify that I'm increasingly realizing that appearance and inner world
are completely different things. A woman who isn't particularly attractive might have a very strong and resilient inner world, and her worldview and attitude towards
life are beyond your reach. I've come to this conclusion after reading some biographies and stories of famous people's growth.
And beautiful women aren't necessarily not promiscuous; plain clothes don't mean they aren't sexy; and those dressed very avant-garde might
actually be very conservative. In short, you can't

judge a book by its cover. Now, I'm constantly facing plans, tasks, reports, and completion statuses assigned by my superiors,
sitting in front of my laptop—maybe all day long except for bathroom breaks… I'm exhausted. Looking at all this familiar
grass and trees , I stretched and said, "I really want to go back to campus and study again
!"

"Okay, come on, let's read for a while," my wife said.

"Ah...really, we have to go..." To be honest, I was a little hesitant about going to study. Sigh, people are always contradictory. They
always say their old job was better after changing jobs, but they don't want to go back. I said okay, and took my wife to
our teaching building.

Since it was already 8:30 PM, there weren't many people in the building. When we went in, we saw many
students coming out in groups. I said, "Honey, should we still go?"

My wife said, "Yes! Exams are coming up, and besides, didn't you want to relive your university days?"

"Okay," I said.

We arrived at the classroom door, and peeked through a crack. There were so many people! I said, "Let's go, let's find another one. It's
so hot here, let's find one with fewer people."

We continued walking and came to a classroom at the corner of the building. I pushed the door open and wow, there
were only three people! Two of them seemed to be a couple. The couple was sitting in the third row on the right,
and the boy was sitting in the sixth row on the right side, both engrossed in their books. My wife and I quietly went
in, afraid of disturbing them. I whispered, "Let's go to the back."

We went to the left side... I sat down in the second-to-last row. The chair could comfortably seat two people, or
three if we squeezed in. The table and chair were old and worn, made me wonder why no one came to this classroom.
It was cool though. My wife had already taken out some materials from her bag and started looking at them. She said to me, "Honey, why don't you relive
your school days here?"

I was both amused and exasperated. With nothing else to do, I noticed the table was covered in carvings. I almost burst out laughing.
I could still remember some, like, "No cheating on exams, be a freshman next year. No integrity, no failing grades!
", "Girls are too tiring, prostitutes are too expensive, better to organize more hometown associations, break up couples one by one.", "XX
University has no beautiful women, only withered flowers and fallen willows, rows of couples, even those paired up are just sluts and wolves.", "Man on man, flesh within
flesh, writhing up and down, endless pleasure.", "Legendary Taoist, level 41, top-quality body, interested." Sigh
… so many lewd and wise men… it made me a little restless.

I looked up at my wife, who was intently studying documents at her desk. Without makeup, she didn't look like her usual bank manager
; today, with her ponytail and jeans, she really looked like a student. Thinking of jeans reminded me of my wife's graceful
figure and her big, soft, perky buttocks. I looked at her seated backside; because her upper body was
leaning forward, her breasts were roughly touching the desk, and her waist was quite prominent. Actually, if she were
rotated 90 degrees forward without changing her posture, it would be an excellent rear-entry position, because of her arched back and perky buttocks, haha. Although
she was sitting on a wooden chair, she looked just as sexy from the side and rear as when she was standing. Her t-shirt wasn't very
long, so I could see a section of her snow-white waist, and her two little dimples were so sexy. Lee's
jeans were low-rise, and because of the position, I could see her underwear—those black, see-through ones
. Through the see-through underwear, I could see her butt crack, and even a little bit of her buttocks below her waist
. I felt so bored. We were supposed to be reliving our school days; I guess all we're seeing is reliving our school sex.

I slowly placed my hand on my wife's waist. It was so smooth. I thought, "You can read while I touch you."

My wife smiled at me and continued reading. I slowly slid my hand down her low-rise jeans, touching her buttocks
. A little sliding from side to side was fun. I continued sliding wider, feeling her soft, white buttocks. I wanted to
go lower, but the tight jeans stopped me. I pulled my hand out and hugged my wife's waist. My wife turned her head,
frowned, and said, "What are you doing? This is a study room, don't do anything like that."

I said, "What do you want me to do? I'm so bored. Let's experience university life. Just imagine we're still in
university."

My wife said, "Oh, you're really something. Let's go home, ah..."

I ignored her and slowly unbuttoned my wife's pants and pulled down the zipper. My wife frowned and said...
"You're so annoying~"

I said, "Look at you, look at you, hehe..."

My wife propped her chin up with her left hand while reading, which was much better now, as it was much looser. I pulled my jeans
down , revealing half of her buttocks, and reached inside again. There was no obstruction, and it felt comfortable to touch. My hand slid
down to her sides, and since she was sitting, the lower part of her waist felt great, allowing me to grab her buttocks.

After squeezing for five minutes, I slid my hand down her buttocks, touching the chair below through the jeans. I
wanted to touch my wife's vulva, and I remembered when we were in college, my wife and I were called girlfriends. We had
masturbated each other twice in the study room. My wife had a very high sex drive back then and always needed to reach orgasm. We were also sitting in the study room,
but in the last row. I remember later my wife leaned against the wall behind her, and I helped her, and we both orgasmed.

Then I squeezed hard with my fingers, signaling my wife to lift her buttocks. She didn't move. I pinched her breast, and
she lifted the half of her buttocks closest to me, meaning I could touch her vagina from that side. I
immediately understood quickly moved my hand into position, reaching under her left buttock—this time inside her underwear. Wow
… I rarely touch my wife's buttocks in this position, especially in the study room. I glanced ahead; the two of them were still
quietly reading.

I grabbed and groped around below, moving my fingers down to my crotch, inserting my middle finger into my wife's vagina. I felt that
her vagina was already wet. Humph, still pretending to be innocent. My position wasn't very comfortable, but I tried to push in as far as possible
so I could penetrate deeper. I felt my entire middle and index fingers were inside; it felt
so warm and wet. I moved them back and forth, occasionally touching my wife's clitoris. I saw my wife slowly lean forward onto the desk
and close her eyes. Since it's usually tiring for her to lift her buttocks, she crossed
her legs, resting her left leg on top of her right. But then her pants suddenly became very tight, and I couldn't move. I
pulled my hand out and slowly started to pull down my wife's jeans. My wife looked up from her desk and saw my hand also gripping her
jeans. She whispered, "No, someone might come in."

I said, "We're in the back. Besides, it's already past 9 o'clock." Someone's come into this classroom.

Before my wife could react, I pushed her jeans all the way down. She
lifted lifted her right buttock and I pulled, pulling the jeans down completely. At this point, my wife was only wearing
a transparent black panty. Because she was sitting, as they say, buttocks are smaller when standing and bigger when sitting, haha. And with
my wife's upper body leaning on the desk, her buttocks looked even bigger. I leaned back to take a look. If I looked at my wife from eye level
, the view would be even better. I could see her entire buttocks. From a normal angle, this position would look like what I just described,
like my wife's upper body leaning on the bed with her head buried in the bed, wanting me to penetrate her from behind. And I guess I could even vaguely see
her anus peeking out from between her buttocks and the desk.

The more I thought about it, the more excited I became. I slipped my hand inside my wife's panties, and she cooperated with me. Wherever my hand moved
, she would lift it up so as not to press down on my wrist. I casually touched her, and then inserted my middle and index fingers into
my wife , while inserting my thumb into my wife's anus and probing. My wife breathed softly, closed her eyes, and seemed to be enjoying it
. Sometimes when I was too rough, she would grab my arm to signal me to be gentler. I felt it wasn't enough,
so when my wife lifted her buttocks slightly, I quickly pulled down my wife's transparent black panties, pushing them up
to her thighs. My wife then sat naked on the old wooden chair, still leaning on the desk.

Under the white light of the study room, my wife's buttocks looked incredibly alluring. I casually lifted
the hem , revealing her smooth back, and gently stroked it from top to bottom with my palm…

At this moment, my wife seemed to sense something and suddenly grabbed my hand, pulling it down onto her body. I knew she wanted it
. My wife had always been so compliant with me, so of course I would satisfy all her requests. I put my hand back under
her buttocks, and my middle finger slid into her vagina again. I felt that it was already very wet, and there was no
resistance; it was very smooth. I kept moving my right hand in and out, while my left hand reached through her crotch to
rub her clitoris. I imagined my wife's pink and tender vagina and her red clitoris, and I got an erection, very hard…
I roughly pushed her bra up from the front and haphazardly pinched her breasts and nipples.

I kept glancing at the students in front of me, but they didn't seem to notice anything unusual. Yes, from the front, they couldn't see my wife's
exposed skin ; they could only see her blushing face and eyes closed, enjoying herself while she lay on the desk. I
didn't care about my actions anymore. In situations like this, I always feel an irresistible urge to release, a strange sense of pleasure. I thought, "
Nobody at school knows us, nobody can see my wife, so what does it matter?

" My hands moved even more vigorously, and my wife occasionally let out a soft "ah," but I figured
the people wouldn't hear it, or even if they did, they wouldn't care. We've all seen couples being affectionate in the study room
before, haven't we? I remember once when my wife and I were being affectionate in the back row during school, a male student walked over
, but seeing our intimacy, and with me staring at him with a cold gaze, he wisely walked away.

I became increasingly relaxed, pulling up my wife's t-shirt to reveal her smooth back. My hands continued their movements
, and I could hear her wet, wet sounds. My wife couldn't resist anymore; her big, white buttocks sometimes lifted slightly, sometimes
moved up and down to meet my fingers. At this moment, my wife lifted her buttocks a little, as if she were sticking her butt out, but
only about a fist's height above the chair, making it easier for me. I thought
how beautiful the view would be under the desk in the back row.

I glanced casually in that direction, and damn, there was a pair of sneakers! Who left those shoes there? They had
some mud spots and were a little wet. It seemed like they had played soccer that afternoon. Because it had rained that afternoon, I subconsciously
lowered my head. At that moment, I heard the chair behind me move slightly, a very quiet sound, perhaps only I could hear it.
Let me explain the old, worn-out desk and chair behind me. The back had three thin horizontal boards on the backrest, while
the desk in the last row had a broken tabletop with only one wooden board. The horizontal board under the desk was higher than usual and slightly tilted,
as if it was about to fall off.

As I lowered my head, practically touching the seat of our chair, I looked back and was stunned
. Holy crap, there was a guy wearing a Chinese national team jersey lying on the last row of chairs. I noticed his shorts
looked like they'd just been pulled up in a hurry, because the drawstrings at the waist were hanging down. Looking closer
, I saw this guy had long hair tied in a small braid, two thick books under his head, and his eyes were closed. But I…
I saw his eyes flicker. Damn, I was sweating.

It was already hot, and this series of observations lasted about six seconds. My wife sat down on my
palm, my fingers still inside her. My wife turned to look at me, and I suddenly smiled and said my hand was a little tired. My
wife whispered in a nasal voice, "Honey~ hurry..." Then she blushed and leaned on my shoulder.

At that moment, I knew very well that the college student must have just finished studying and was tired when we came in. He probably
came with his books after playing soccer, wanting to lie down in the study room for a while. I've done that before, but I know I
've never actually fallen asleep in a study room like this. He must have seen everything just now, so close,
with such a good view. I recalled that his crotch was indeed bulging. I have several sets of thin soccer shorts
, and I knew very well that he was erect.

At this moment, my wife put her hand on my penis and touched it. Actually, I've been hard all along. Thinking about all this, I suddenly felt
very excited. My wife touched my penis again, and it became even harder.

I gestured for my wife to climb back onto the desk, and my hands continued moving. Knowing the guy had already opened
his eyes, his head was against the wall directly behind me. I moved to the left and right, lifting my wife's left leg
to raise her left buttock. My wife adjusted her position, keeping her left buttock higher
. I figured the guy could clearly see my wife's pink vulva now. I used my thumbs to forcefully
pry open my wife's buttocks; now her vulva should be open…

My penis pressed against my crotch, and I continued to insert my right middle and index fingers into my wife's vulva
, quickly thrusting in and out. My wife was so wet, it flowed onto my palm. I moved to
the cleft of my wife's buttocks, spreading open her anus. I imagined her anus was a clean, light brown color, and my
thumb slid inside. My wife gripped my left arm tightly with both hands...

I knew it would hurt a bit, so I moved gently, but my middle and index fingers didn't loosen their grip and kept pulling.
Thinking about how close the guy behind me was to my wife's vagina, I was incredibly excited. I pulled my hand away and had my wife
lift her buttocks slightly. Like a pool cue stick, I raised my thumb while keeping my palm flat, gesturing for her to sit down
. My wife slowly lowered her buttocks, and her vagina sat on my thumb. It went in. My wife tilted her head back slightly,
her ponytail swaying. Then I gestured for her to move on her own. My wife kept glancing at the three people in front of her and the classroom door,
cautiously and gently moving up and down, pulling down her t-shirt to prevent
the people in front from seeing her when she straightened up. One, two, three... My wife moved up and down, and I didn't waste time touching her clitoris.

After about three minutes, I saw my wife suddenly twitch her buttocks irregularly twice, then sit on my thumb and
desperately twist her big white buttocks. My palm was aching from sitting on it, but thinking about the eyes behind me, I was still very
excited. My wife wiggled her hips a few times on the desk and then stopped. I saw her smiling at me, her face flushed.
She had an orgasm. I wondered if the guy behind her had ejaculated too…

I took out my finger, and my wife moved her fragrant buttocks herself, put on her underwear, and pulled up her jeans. Everything was back to
normal. I glanced at my wife's plump buttocks encased in her jeans.

My wife said, "Honey, was this college revisit fun?"

I said, "You were satisfied… but I'm still hard."

Suddenly, I remembered the location of the stairs on the first floor of the teaching building. There was a small building
enclosed , which used to be used to store old desks and chairs, and the door was never locked.

I said to my wife, "Let's go, let's go to another place to revisit the campus."

As we left, while my wife was packing her books, I got up and went out first, standing in the aisle and glancing back. I saw
that guy still had his eyes closed, but there was a pool of white semen on the ground. I pulled a scrap of paper from my pocket,
grabbed a pen, and quickly scribbled, "See you next Friday at 8:30..."

I tossed the note to the boy behind me. My wife had already packed her books and straightened her clothes.
We headed towards the classroom door.

Once outside, I pulled my wife straight towards the stairs. Back in my school days, I knew there was a
partitioned space under the stairs on the first floor, with a broken wooden door and a few old desks and chairs.
Now, so many years later, I wondered if it could still satisfy my burning desire.

It was already past 9:30. I peeked through the windows of the classrooms we passed;
they were mostly empty. The hallway lights were dim, some not working. We quickly reached our destination
. My wife's high heels, like a restless child, clattered loudly in the quiet hallway,
announcing their presence to everyone. Actually, I quite liked that sound, but it seemed
a bit . I noticed the wooden door had been replaced; it
was The upper part of the door had a small window, and while it was quite basic by today's standards,
the door wasn't locked.

Opposite the door was a classroom wall. Two lights
were on, one diagonally to the left and one diagonally to the right of the door, but the brightness was low, making it rather dim due to the high ceiling. I slowly opened the door, careful not
to startle the couple. Looking around, I saw no one; even the old desks and chairs were gone,
replaced . Holding my wife's hand, I instinctively looked around. Seeing no one, I quickly rushed inside.

I closed the door behind me, but since it wasn't locked and probably wasn't regularly maintained
, it wasn't completely shut; there was always a small gap, though it was so small that it was practically closed.

My wife seemed incredibly excited. She gave me a surprised look and then laughed, "Honey,
want to relive our passion here?"

I said, "Yes, the conditions are alright

, right?" My wife said, "Heh, alright my foot! Who told you not to enjoy yourself earlier? Ugh, how about we go home, honey..."

I didn't answer her. Instead, I pulled her into my arms, our lips met, and my wife immediately melted. She slowly closed
her eyes, and I felt like I was back in college. I cupped my wife's cheeks in my hands, closed my eyes
, and kissed her passionately, as if trying to recapture all the passion of my youth.

For those two or three minutes, it felt like the whole world consisted of just the two of us. My wife's hands slowly slid down to my buttocks
, squeezing them and igniting my desire. I lowered my hands and slid them down my wife's back, reaching my
favorite buttocks and kneading them wantonly. They felt so good. I've already described my wife's exquisite buttocks before, so I won't go into detail here.
I've already introduced it enough, and these jeans are really form-fitting today.

I unbuttoned my wife's jeans from the front, pulled down the zipper, and reached down from behind. Oh…
her big, firm buttocks, which I couldn't quite grasp with my hands, felt so good, so soft, and I could knead them, even through her sheer black
panties.

Not satisfied with that, I arched my back and pushed the jeans down a little, needing to
go even lower, until they were down to her thighs. Then I moved my hands upwards, pulling her t-shirt up to her chest, and unhooked her bra strap from behind,
putting it my pocket. Hehe.

My hand went to my wife's front and slipped inside her panties. Damn, she was soaking wet again. I put
one finger in and started moving it around. At this moment, my wife pressed her face against my shoulder, her arms wrapped tightly around me under my armpits
, and I could feel her sensations from the strength of her embrace.

I pulled my underwear down to my wife's knees along with her jeans, leaving her completely
naked . My hands moved wildly and erratically up and down her back and buttocks. Looking down, I
could see her pert buttocks, and my penis was already erect.

I turned my head and whispered to my wife, "Baby, can you give me a blowjob?"

My wife blushed and knelt down, taking my penis into her mouth. Her oral skills weren't great, not very proficient, but
it was still very arousing. I leaned comfortably against the table. In the dim light, I suddenly saw the boy from before
appear at the window. His braid gave him away. "Damn, you're really something. You know everything about me.
You saw my wife's naked buttocks up close, and now you've found me again."

Although the light was dim, I could still see clearly through the window. The room
wasn't deep; my wife was about two meters from the window. I didn't make a sound, only feeling
more aroused. I helped my wife stand up. She was completely naked from behind, her sexy, large buttocks exposed
. I knew her buttocks were beautifully shaped, full and fleshy, but not
exaggerated .

I ignored him, kissing my wife, my hands caressing her buttocks. Every now and then, I would part her buttocks, grasp
them, and release them; they must have trembled. My wife kissed me with her eyes closed. I was already very aroused and
glanced at the window; he was still there. Heh, I thought he was definitely there, completely absorbed. I
spread my wife's buttocks wide apart with both hands, and she instinctively stuck her butt out slightly... Oh...
I was excited, a little jealous that he had a better view than me...

I pressed my wife's head down, and she understood and tried to squat down. I held her with both hands, preventing her from
squatting , but keeping her in this position with her upper body bent forward while her legs remained straight. I really liked this position;
I could see my wife's buttocks sticking out. At home, I usually used this position in front of the dressing table. I would
immediately get an erection when I enjoyed seeing my wife's plump buttocks rising in the mirror. I played with my wife's ponytail in my hands, glancing
casually ahead but not lingering. I wondered what the young man was feeling right now.

Suddenly, I noticed another figure approaching the glass. Damn, he stopped there too. I decided to ignore him
. Let him look; I just thought that if anyone took out their phone and raised it, I would stop immediately.

I stroked my wife's smooth back, feeling the warmth of her lips. My penis was rock hard. Her
jeans and black sheer panties had fallen to her ankles, her big buttocks sticking out, giving the two boys the best view
. My wife got tired and continued to blow on me, one hand on her knee. I thought I should start, my erection was getting painful...

I had my wife stand up and lift her left leg with her right hand. I had never used this position before, and I never thought that the first time I would use it would
be in front of two young boys, my wife with her back to them, about two meters away. I searched twice before finding the opening,
but my wife is quite tall, so I couldn't penetrate deeply. My wife bent her right leg slightly, and once the position was right
, I started thrusting wildly. My wife's ponytail swayed, and I held her with one hand and grabbed her breast with the other.
We kissed again...

My wife suppressed her moans, and I used my left hand to grab her buttocks forcefully. My wife finally cried out
, once, twice, three times...

"Ah..." After a long moan, I knew my wife had orgasmed again. I had mentioned before that my wife orgasms
easily , and she was a little unsteady on her feet. I changed positions and moved behind her, having her hold onto the table with both hands and stick
her buttocks up. I squatted down between her legs and began to suck on her vulva wildly with my tongue.

After her orgasm, my wife said in a very soft voice, "So good..."

I inserted my middle finger into my wife's anus and continued to suck on it. I didn't even bother to look back at the two young men
. I stood up and thrust deep inside, continuing to thrust wildly. It was so exciting; I rarely had this kind of opportunity in the wild. Fuck
! Two young men, unaware of my wife's presence, were peeking...

After about three minutes, I ejaculated completely inside her. When my wife and I finished wiping ourselves, I glanced at
the window; no one was there anymore.

After tidying ourselves, my wife and I hugged and kissed each other's cheeks, then left the school building
and drove home...

Another week of hectic work passed. On the weekend, I went to the bank to pick up my wife as promised. I opened
the sunroof , lit a cigarette—I'd been smoking quite often lately, about two packs a day, due to work pressure.

After a few seconds, I checked the time: 5 PM. Looking up at the bank's floor-to-ceiling windows,
I saw my wife. She was wearing her bank uniform, her hair neatly styled as it had been that morning
. The white shirt paired with the dark blue suit made her look very elegant.

She was also wearing black stockings and black high heels. In the blink of an eye, she pushed open the door, the clatter
of her high heels captivating me. I wondered why I loved the sound of her heels hitting the ground so much.

I opened the car door and my wife leaned in. I asked, "Honey, how's work this week? How's business?"

She replied, "Credit card business is alright, but loans aren't so good."

I asked, "Why?"

She said, "Personal mortgages are really hard to get now. They're mainly targeting promising small and medium-sized enterprises
. It's a good thing we bought our house early. Now, even though houses are expensive, the down payment requirements are higher, and
there are no discounts."

I couldn't help but think how wise it was to buy that house two years ago. It's appreciated by 300,000 yuan now. Otherwise, if I sold the house
now , the money from this car probably wouldn't even be enough to pay the developer…

I started the engine, thankfully it didn't stall this time, haha. The memory of the last time it stalled, and the time a stranger violated
my wife 's anus, flashed through my mind again. I glanced at my wife; when she's serious, her cold expression
is hesitant yet noble, coupled with her slightly seductive eyes and lips, making me feel a little pressured.
But I won't tell her about that incident.

I drove towards XX Avenue and asked, "How's your exam preparation going?"

My wife replied, "Ugh, I don't have time at all. During the day, I'm entertaining Mr. Bai and have so many projects to watch. The kids
under my wing aren't doing well either. I'm exhausted."

I remembered the note I made with the soccer boy with the pigtails last weekend. Today is Friday, and
we always work overtime on weekdays. Thinking about it, I couldn't help but feel that our little one was getting bigger…

I said to my wife, "How can you not study? Such an important exam requires preparation.
Let's go to my old school to study. I'll study with you."

My wife's big eyes darted around, her lips slightly upturned, and she nodded, saying, "Okay, going to the classroom is
better than studying at home. One hour of focused study is better than two hours of scattered study at home. Okay!"

I said, "Okay…" I turned onto XX Avenue and drove towards my old school.

On the way, I appeared normal, but inside I felt strangely excited. I realized that ever since the last incident,
that feeling of excitement, whenever I thought about it, brought a nameless tension and thrill. I had tacitly accepted that
it was acceptable for someone to take advantage of my wife in front of strangers, without her knowledge. Thinking about this made me
nervous. Was I under too much pressure and needed to release it? Or was
there something that made me have such wicked thoughts

? Perhaps it was because the position of technical director at head office had recently become vacant, and everyone at my level was interested.
Moreover, due to the company's business expansion, the workload had been extremely heavy for the past six months, and I always felt like I had no outlet for my emotions. This company is
a place that can give you money, but it won't protect your life. My wife's status and position have risen much faster than I
imagined ; I heard she might become the assistant branch manager. Occasionally, my wife
would speak to me with the air of a company leader… In short, I couldn't understand it.

By then, the car had arrived at my alma mater. My wife and I got out and had a quick
burger at a McDonald's near the school before walking into the campus.

My wife's high heels were unusually loud in the teaching building. I said to her, "Let's go to the same classroom as last time ."
This time, we knew the way well and even passed the small room under the stairs. My wife said, "Be serious this time. I'm here
to

read." I laughed and said, "Okay, okay, I'll be serious. Let you read first."

My wife hit me and said, "What do you mean, let me read first? I'm here to read."

I hugged my wife and said, "Yes, I'll definitely let you read."

My wife shook me off and walked ahead. I followed behind. My wife, dressed in a bank business suit,
was quite eye-catching when she entered the classroom. With each rise and fall of her high heels, her ample buttocks, stretched taut by her skirt, would sometimes bulge and sometimes tremble.
Black stockings tightly hugged her full, fleshy but not fat thighs. I remember these stockings were from
the Tingmei brand, but I bought them online for a bit less than in stores. They were open-crotch underwear worn on the outside, convenient for going to the toilet and
more breathable.

As we spoke, we arrived at the classroom. I pushed open the door and my wife followed. I looked around; it was similar to
last time . There were two couples in the front row, and three boys and two girls scattered around the back
, reading. I specifically looked towards the last row where we sat last time—no one was there. I walked towards that direction.

My wife's high heels clattered loudly, breaking the silence. Everyone looked up at us.
A few girls glanced at us and then went back to their books, but none of the boys looked down. I knew
they weren't looking at me, but at my wife. What was this beautiful woman in a bank uniform doing here? Heh.

I glanced back at my wife; she looked at me, her face slightly flushed. Although she's described as a cold beauty, she
's not cold inside. These guys made me uncomfortable. I quickened my pace and sat down. Looking up, I saw one of
the boys still looking back at my wife's back. Heh.

Before sitting in the second-to-last row, I glanced at the last row—no one was hiding there. I was actually a little
disappointed . My wife sat down in a seat against the wall and took out a book from her bag to read. Actually, she was a very good student
in and I felt she would definitely pass the exam.

I took out my MP3 player, turned it on, and casually picked up one of her books to flip through. Before I knew it, an hour
had passed. During that time, a couple left, and two girls came in. My wife was engrossed in her reading, stretched, and said she
was a little tired, leaning her head down to rest her eyes.

I checked my watch; it was 8:20. Just then, the door opened, and a boy wearing a Real Madrid jersey glanced at me. He seemed
to have seen me and pushed the door open to come in. I knew this boy was the one from the last row last time.
Heh , he was here! He looked like he had just finished playing soccer; he was wearing those very basic soccer shoes and walked without making a sound.
He was carrying two books, and his hair was still in a small braid. When he walked in front of us, I saw him give me an indescribable
look before quickly fixing his gaze on my wife, as if he were radiating light. He slowly walked past
us sitting in the row behind our door.

From the moment he came in until he sat down, I was both nervous and incredibly excited. I know that the level of excitement I felt
was indescribable. I glanced at my wife, who was lying face down, and she didn't seem to have noticed the young man walk by at all.
Damn , that young man's timing is amazing

. This hour and a half should have been quite productive. I took off my headphones, intending to end my reading time. I
glanced back, and damn, he came and lay down. I couldn't resist anymore. I put my left arm around my wife's waist. Even sitting face down in her
short skirt her waist was still very slender. I gently stroked her buttocks on her skirt. My wife turned her head
and whispered, "Again."

I said, "Mmm."

My wife was probably tired of reading and didn't want to read anymore. I moved to her white shirt and
touched my beautiful wife in her bank suit. My wife closed her eyes and enjoyed it. My wife's breasts were so warm and smooth. I
gently played with her nipples. My wife's face, which was bent over the desk, was slightly flushed. I thought, "This is promising. My wife is interested again today.
You're in luck, young man." I glanced back at that moment, and damn, I found him squatting below and behind my wife's seat.
As I mentioned before, the chair back was made of a few thin pieces of broken wood. He could clearly see
my wife, who was about 10cm tall.

I was excited. I slowly moved my body to my wife's thighs, caressing them through her black stockings. Slowly, I moved towards...
I tried to push her skirt up, but after a while, I couldn't get it right. I leaned down and used my mouth to help, then used
both to lift the skirt. Under my French kiss, she gently lifted her buttocks, and the skirt was pulled up to her
waist in one go.

My wife was wearing another pair of shorts today, purple, like satin with black lace trim. They were
also from a department store, of very good quality, and felt wonderful against her full buttocks. She was
wearing these shorts over her open-crotch stockings, but part of her buttocks was still exposed. I freely caressed and
kneaded her full buttocks, and she occasionally lifted her left buttock to cooperate. I gestured for my wife to lie down on her side and kiss
my penis, but she refused, saying they would see. I checked my watch; it was 9 PM. I took off
my jacket and gestured for her to lie down so I could cover her up and she wouldn't be seen. My wife couldn't resist, so I did as she asked. She unzipped my pants and
took it in, her head resting on my lap. I covered her head with the jacket, and without looking closely, I could tell
she was asleep on my lap.

Then I looked back and saw the young man staring wide-eyed at my wife's buttocks. My
wife was lying on her side, facing me, and her full, round buttocks were less than 15cm away from him. Purple
panties covered her buttocks, and she wore open-crotch stockings. Black stockings covered her thighs and calves,
making her exposed buttocks appear even fuller and more fleshy. Her short skirt was draped across her waist.

By this time, my wife was unaware of my actions. I excitedly kneaded her buttocks,
pulling her purple panties down to her cleft, revealing her alluring white skin. I squeezed her buttocks and released them,
the trembling sensation feeling incredibly pleasurable. I felt my penis grow larger in my wife's mouth; due to
her position wasn't taking it in very deeply, but she kept licking.

The little boy's crotch was already bulging. I gently stroked the coat covering my wife's head with my right hand, watching the little
boy. Finally, he couldn't resist any longer. Seeing me gesturing to pull down my wife's panties, I ignored him and
gave him no hints. He simply reached his right hand through the seat and, trembling slightly, pinched the purple panties with his thumb and forefinger,
pulling them down.

My heart pounded again, the same feeling as on the crowded bus last time, even more
exciting . I knew I couldn't control myself.

He was very cautious, slowly and carefully, as his underwear slid down, revealing his wife's buttocks. Due to the position, the little
boy's face was directly facing his wife's side-lying buttocks, and he could see her slender waist, high hips, and long
legs .

The underwear continued to slide down, and most of her buttocks were already in front of the little boy, less than 15cm. I think
he was more excited than I was. And this excitement further aroused me; I couldn't control myself, and I felt a tearing
pleasure .

The underwear continued to slide down slowly, revealing her entire buttocks. His wife's legs were together, and I wondered if he could see her vulva and anus
at this moment . I think he probably could, although his vision wasn't very good, the distance was just too close
. The underwear only stopped when it reached her knees.

At this moment, I glanced to the side and saw her tight black stockings, which started from her slender waist and
were covered by , then wrapped around her calves all the way to the toes of her black pointed leather shoes. The open crotch
exposed his wife's sexiest buttocks, the contrast between black and white was so striking, so striking.

I saw the little boy's head was almost touching the chair, his eyes practically leaping out of it. I couldn't resist
. I placed my left hand on my wife's buttocks and grabbed them. With each movement, I parted
and closed her large buttocks, giving the little boy an unavoidable close-up view of her vulva and anus. Several times, I even
grabbed her left buttock hard, held it still, and then inserted my middle finger down into her buttocks, rubbing her
pink vulva. My middle finger would sometimes penetrate the opening, and sometimes my thumb and forefinger would separate the vulva. I even inserted my thumb into her anus right in front of the little
boy . My wife was also very excited at this point, taking it in even deeper. I felt like I
was about to ejaculate.

I also kept an eye on the classroom, and if anyone came, I would lower my wife's skirt. I
pulled out my middle finger and slightly lifted my wife's left leg with my left hand, wondering what
effect this action would have on the little boy.

I reached my right hand inside my wife's white shirt collar and grabbed her breast, pausing briefly. The little
boy seemed to have lost control; his right hand reached over again, tentatively trying to touch my wife's lower body. I glanced
at him , feeling an intense, tearing sensation within me, while a surge of pleasure surged within me. I tried to calm myself, lest I ejaculate.

My wife quickened her pace, her head bobbing gently up and down. The little boy's hand then moved to
the stockings on my wife's thigh, stroking them lightly, slowly moving upwards. Soon, his hand covered my wife's entire left
buttock. Then, the little boy's five fingers gripped downwards slightly, then released, his thumb sliding down to
my wife's anus and gripping it tightly, likely exposing her entire anus.

The little boy's middle finger slid into his wife's vagina, which was already wet and offered no resistance.
I saw him pull out his penis with both hands, his right middle finger thrusting in and out of his wife's vagina, faster and
faster his hand was trembling; sometimes he pulled it out but couldn't insert it properly,
yet his movements were very skillful, rapidly stroking his penis, sometimes pulling out his middle finger and
rubbing his entire palm between his wife's legs, sometimes pinching a tuft of pubic hair.

Damn, his thumb finally entered his wife's anus, and she let out a soft moan. I saw his finger
was deep inside his wife's anus but remained still, while the little boy's left hand moved faster and faster. He closed his eyes, and
suddenly a stream of semen fell to the ground. He didn't utter a sound, but his finger, still inside his wife's anus
, continued to thrust in and out desperately for a few seconds before pulling it out...

I couldn't control myself anymore; a warm stream flowed from my penis and sprayed into my wife's mouth. My wife got up
, handed me some tissues, wiped herself down, and quickly pulled up her underwear and pulled down her skirt. Satisfied, I zipped up
my pants , not even glancing back, and we packed our things and left the classroom.

It was almost 11 PM when we got home. I was exhausted, so I took a shower and prepared for bed. After showering, I lay in bed,
aimlessly watching TV, but reflecting on the earlier scene, I felt a pang of disappointment—the kind of disappointment that follows excitement
, like a rollercoaster with its highs and lows.

Just then, my wife came over, still wrapped in a towel after her shower, and said, "Honey, you seem to be under a lot of work pressure lately
." Her words hit the nail on the head. If I didn't break through this bottleneck in my career soon, it might be years before I could.
For a lifetime, but XX, the leader, is a petty person. This 38-year-old female leader is always secretly sabotaging me,
making me extremely depressed.

My wife put down her bath towel and was drying her hair with a hairdryer in front of the dressing table, naked. I looked at my wife's smooth back
, round buttocks, and long legs, and my penis became restless again. Whenever my wife is naked with her back to me, my
eyes can't escape those full, round, white buttocks, which always arouse my sexual desire.

My wife turned around and crawled into the quilt, saying, "Did you enjoy it just now?"

I said, "Not bad, I want more now..."

I knew my wife wasn't satisfied, so I said, "Go put on your work clothes!"

My wife said, "Here comes the uniform temptation again."

I said, "Hurry up, little baby..."

My wife got up and went to the wardrobe to put on another suit, which I knew was only qualified for leaders
to wear to My wife casually grabbed a leather wig, tied her hair up, and then threw herself into my arms. My penis quickly swelled in my wife's
mouth. I rolled over and pinned her beneath me, ripped open her uniform shirt, and cupped her breasts in my hands
, kneading her nipples with my thumbs and forefingers. I pulled her skirt up to her waist and thrust in deeply.

"Ah..." My wife cried out without restraint at home, such a lewd sound. I
thrust , shoving my fingers into her mouth, which she sucked frantically, just like she sucked my penis. I
lowered my head to kiss her earlobes, neck, and breasts... my lower body continued to thrust forcefully...

My wife, dressed in her bank manager's uniform, moaned rhythmically with each of my movements. At that moment, I felt as if I
had conquered the bank, and the image of the teller at the counter instantly flashed through my mind.

Soon, my wife's moans grew deeper, followed by a long howl, her nails digging into my
buttocks, it hurt so much. My wife had climaxed, but I remained vigorous, making her lie face down on the bed. At that moment, I thought of my
female boss again; she was in a position where she valued her image and had the means to dress up, so she was very charming.

I thrust into my wife rapidly, as if penetrating her vagina, wanting to release my pent-up frustration. I
couldn't tell if the person beneath me was my wife or my female boss anymore, shouting, "You're a slut... aren't you?"

My wife lay sprawled on the bed, only her large, white buttocks sticking up high. My wife was also a bank manager
. I wanted to release, to fuck her wildly...

I freed my right hand and slapped the right half of my wife's buttocks hard, "Smack! Smack!" Two sounds, and my wife's fair
buttocks turned a little red. I shouted again, "Answer me!"

My wife said, "No..."

I freed my left hand again, "Smack!" Not very hard, but my wife's buttocks trembled unwillingly twice,
as if in protest. I thrust wildly, growling, "I like it when you say yes."

My wife's face was buried in the sheets, and after a while she said, "Yes... Honey, be gentle..."

I continued, "Louder!"

My wife shouted, "Yes... I am..."

I continued thrusting, saying, "Was it good in the classroom just now?"

My wife said, "You were."

I said, "I'm asking you!"

My wife gasped, "Yes..."

I said, "Was it good on the bus that day?"

My wife weakly said, "Yes..."

My penis kept slapping against my wife's plump buttocks, which I loved most, her buttocks undulating in waves. I spread
my wife 's buttocks apart and said, "Was that time better or is it better now?"

My wife said, "That time was better..."

I whispered, "Damn, is it good now?"

I thrust hard, and my wife almost fell onto the bed. I grabbed my wife's buttocks and continued to thrust wildly.

"Do you prefer that penis from before or this one?"

My wife was already delirious, trembling as she said, "Husband... hurry, don't stop... hurry... I'm coming again
..."

I said, "Tell me!"

My wife said intermittently, "I like that one... it's more exciting..."

I shouted, "And now?"

My wife said, "Don't stop... husband..."

My wife gasped for breath, then said, "I like this one even more... ah... ah..." Three consecutive
howls , my wife had an orgasm, her body was weak, her face was flushed.

I got off the bed and stood by the bed, pulled my wife over, forcefully spread her buttocks with both hands, smeared my saliva on
my wife , half of my penis went in.

My wife immediately bent over and arched her body: "Ah... it hurts..."

I said, "Isn't it just as good on the bus?"

My wife's voice had turned into a low howl, in waves. I thrust hard, as if I had conquered
the world . My wife and I were both in a frenzy at the time. Amid my wife's intermittent low howls, I ejaculated
and shot all of it into her anus. A stream of semen flowed out of my wife's anus, and I collapsed onto
the bed ...

My bank wife's exposure (Part 3) Accompanying my wife to the proctology department to see a dermatologist

Author: hiboy20111

It's been a long time since I've had time to write about things happening around me. Today, I'll share some fragments of what happened between my wife and
me. I won't introduce my cold beauty wife and me, as previous articles have
described them in detail.

Recently, due to the end of the year, company affairs have been exceptionally busy. My wife's work is still very impressive, and she is
still appreciated by her superiors. In order to get promoted, my wife is working very hard. The bank's work at the end of the year is also very busy, and with my wife
's position, she is even busier than me.

This happened last Monday. The Friday before that, I remember my wife took a shower, wrapped herself in a bath towel,
walked to the bedside, opened the bath towel, and stood next to the dressing mirror to start drying her hair. My wife's long hair, twisted together
, emitted a faint fragrance. Completely naked, she faced away from me, her full buttocks and long, straight
legs so alluring. I've mentioned before that my wife's buttocks are my favorite spot. Every
time I want to grab them, squeeze them, and then push her onto the bed, making her bend over and fuck her…

My wife put down her towel and started drying her hair with the hairdryer: “Honey, come take a look, my buttocks
hurt a little, I don't know why.” Hearing this, I put down the remote and came behind my wife.
She .

“Where, darling?” I asked. My wife stuck out her buttocks and used her left hand to spread her left
buttock : “This… look, it hurts a little!” I bent down and spread my hands apart my wife's buttocks…
I noticed two small red bumps on the folds of my wife's anus. They weren't big, and based on experience, they weren't hemorrhoids.

"Oh, honey, there are two bumps." I casually touched them with my right middle finger. My wife trembled slightly:
"It hurts a little. What happened?" I replied, "I don't know either. When did it start?" My wife
said, "Just this week. Sigh, I'm so busy with work, always sitting there overtime, I haven't had time or the mind to think about this.
It hurt a lot when I showered today!" I said, "Let's go see a doctor sometime, before it gets worse."

That was the end of it. To avoid causing my wife pain, I refrained from touching her that day.

We both had to work overtime that weekend, so we didn't have time to go to the hospital. On Monday, I was in
a meeting with some new employees when I received a call from my wife: "Honey, I was chatting with Xiaoli on QQ just now. She said
she has a friend at the hospital who works in the proctology department and can do a check-up for me. I've heard of her before; she's one of Xiaoli's
best friends . I called her earlier, and she's here. Can you come with me?"

"Sure, sure. What time will you be there?"

"I have a short meeting with the credit card department right now. I'll be there in an hour and a half."

"Okay, if you're sick, you should see a doctor. See you at XX Hospital in an hour and a half."

I drove to XX Hospital and found my wife already waiting at the entrance. I could tell she had left work
behind to come ; she was still wearing her bank uniform! It was a bit chilly, so she was wearing a short leather jacket
over a dark blue suit jacket, a dark blue skirt that reached above her knees, and thick
black stockings.

This bank suit is a special outfit for mid-level managers like my wife. It still fits her perfectly, hugging her
ample hips, which still sway as she walks. I've noticed that this
effect , because she has such a big, soft bottom. She's still wearing the black high heels I bought her;
at 167cm tall, the 5cm heels make her look even taller than me.

My wife rushed to my side, taking my arm with her right hand. "Honey, am I alright? I'm
a little nervous!"

"Oh, don't worry, the doctor will know. Xiaoli's friends are still worried, right? I think
it's nothing serious, maybe some ointment will do the trick, don't worry!"

As my wife's high heels clattered as we reached the proctology department, a pretty woman
in a white coat came out to greet us. "Oh, you're here! Come in." My wife and I went into the proctology department. The
room was about 25 square meters, half of it partitioned off with two sets of screens, with a gap in the middle just big enough for
one person to pass through. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw two beds; I guessed they were for examinations. We sat down at the desk. Xiaoli's best friend, surnamed Yan, was a few years older than us. After

learning about the situation, Sister Yan warmly said, "Come on, let's do an examination." She then looked at me and said, "You, as the family member, can sit here for a bit. Normally, we can't rest during the examination!" I said, "Okay, okay, I'll wait here." My wife followed Sister Yan through the space between two screens. From my seat, I could see the bed my wife was about to get onto. My wife was about to take off her high heels when Sister Yan said, "Here's what we'll do. You don't need to bother. Just kneel down on this skirt . You don't need to take them off, just take off your stockings and underwear." My wife said, "Okay, save yourself the trouble . I won't take off my high heels either." My wife knelt down and pulled the skirt of her suit up to her waist with both hands. She slowly took off her stockings first. Although these stockings were a bit thick, they were very tight, making the shape of my wife's full buttocks even more alluring. After taking off her stockings , I saw that my wife was wearing those purple panties. She was wearing the same panties that she wore with me in the teaching building… and that guy with the ponytail got lucky too. I remembered that time, and with my wife slowly undressing, I felt my penis getting aroused. My wife pulled down her panties, revealing her big, white, and soft buttocks. The stockings and panties were stuck at her knees , and I saw that her purple panties had a back brace folded up. Sister Yan said, “Like this, lean forward a little , stick your butt out a bit.” My wife said, “Wait a minute, let me take off my leather jacket, it’s a bit tight.” After taking off her leather jacket, my wife was wearing a bank jacket. She bent over and stuck her butt out, and from my position, I could see her big buttocks sticking out. I stood up and went over to see what was going on. Sister Yan put on gloves and carefully examined my wife’s buttocks. I could see the two small red bumps. Sister Yan pouted. "Sister Yan, is it serious?" my wife asked. "This shouldn't be hemorrhoids, but it shouldn't be eczema either. This... wait a moment, I'll call our head doctor to take a look. He used to be in dermatology and has more experience than me. Let's not delay," Sister Yan said. My wife propped herself up and quickly said, "Okay, okay, let's see what's wrong. Thank you so much, Sister Yan ." "It's nothing, the important thing is not to delay your treatment." With that, Sister Yan walked out. I was standing at the screen when she glanced at me and said, "Wait a moment!" before walking straight out. Later I learned that this friend, Sister Yan, had only been working in the proctology department for six months. My wife turned back and lay down, resting her head on her hands. My wife wore her hair in a ponytail today, with her usual neat bangs. I said, "Honey, it's okay, it's nothing if it's not hemorrhoids. I don't think so, you have small red bumps of hemorrhoids. They're fleshy lumps." "Yes, the key is I don't know what it is, and it hurts." My wife rested her chin on her hands, her bare buttocks sticking out on the edge of the bed, still wearing high heels, stockings and underwear pulled down to her thighs. I really couldn't help but squirm... I walked behind the screen and patted my wife's big buttocks with my left hand. Her buttocks jiggled. My wife's big buttocks were fleshy and very white. I placed my palms on her two plump buttocks from behind and pushed them towards her buttocks cleft. My wife's buttocks were squeezed together, making the cleft even deeper; I then spread them apart. Because of the position, I could clearly see my wife's anus from behind. Not only that, but her vulva was also clearly visible. My wife, who was in her early thirties, still had such a well-maintained vulva. It was probably natural . The color was not dark, a light pink, and her two labia were stuck together. I couldn't resist using my hand to guide my hand down a slit, parting my labia to reveal my vaginal opening. I stopped and rubbed my wife's clitoris. Suddenly, my wife sat up, turned around, and said, "Okay, honey, stop... um..." After saying that, my wife lay back down. I said, "Can't you get up and rest for a while?" My wife said, "This position is quite comfortable for my back."

"Then you can just bend over, you'll have to bend over eventually anyway," I said, and walked out to sit down.

Suddenly the door opened, and Sister Yan came in, saying, "Come on, Dr. Wang, my friend is here,
could you take a look at that lump?" The person who came in next startled me. It was a man, around 35 years old,
about my age, very thin and short, only about 1.7 meters tall, and looked a lot like Sun Honglei. 'Holy crap, he's your
director ?' I thought to myself, 'How can this be?'

Sister Yan said, 'This is a family member, it's nothing. They're quite worried, afraid there might be a problem, that's why I called you over
to help take a look.' Holy crap, I really didn't know what to say. How could it be a man, yet he was introduced by a friend
?

Before I could react, the director nodded to me and went straight inside. From where I stood, I saw him
walk behind my wife. My wife was wearing a bank uniform, her short skirt hanging down to her waist, her bare buttocks
exposed as she lay prone, her back arched high for the examination. Black stockings and purple panties were pulled down to her
knees

. She was wearing high heels. My wife is 1.67 meters tall, and when she stood up, she seemed much taller than him. I saw Dr. Wang pause for a moment, swallow hard, and then walk in. My wife turned her head and saw that it was a male
doctor , but there was no time for her to react. Besides, it was a friend's introduction, so what could she do? I saw that my wife's neck
was red, and she lowered her head very low, leaving only her long, neat ponytail hanging to one side.

I steeled myself, stood up, and took two steps forward. Sister Yan gave a brief introduction, and Dr. Wang stood
directly behind my wife. I didn't know if he was listening to Sister Yan's introduction; I only saw him staring intently at my wife's
anus and vulva, his eyes less than a meter away from them.

Dr. Wang swallowed hard, licked his lips, and asked, "Do you have gloves?"

"Oh dear! I used the last one," Sister Yan replied.

"Oh...come on, miss, straighten your back a bit more."

My wife lowered her back a little more, sticking her big butt out even more, making her waist look very thin, and her anus
completely . Dr. Wang wiped his hands with a special disinfectant wipe, pressed the red envelope with his right middle finger, and I saw my wife's
anus tighten slightly, and her whole body leaned forward a little.

"Does it hurt a lot?"

"It's okay, it's a bit indescribable, and a little itchy."

Dr. Wang said, "Come on, the same position as before."

My wife once again forcefully stuck out her big, white buttocks. Damn! I felt my penis hard, remembering the experience on the bus
last time , I got hard again. I looked at Dr. Wang. Under such visual impact, a
tall, beautiful woman in a bank uniform sticking out her big buttocks for you to see, I don't believe you wouldn't get hard! If he wasn't
wearing a white coat, I think he would have been exposed long ago.

Suddenly, Dr. Wang placed his hands on my wife's buttocks, using his thumbs to separate her buttocks.
Since he started separating them from the center of the cleft, I knew he was also separating her vulva.
I felt my wife tremble slightly, her forehead pressed against the bed.

I said, "Ah, doctor, is it alright?" Dr. Wang slowly replied, "It's hard to say,
I need to examine her. I've never encountered this before. It could be a sign of hemorrhoids; a digital rectal exam is needed. Xiao
Yan, give me your gloves."

Dr. Wang put on the gloves and said, "Miss, please bear with it!" I looked at my wife; her ponytail
swayed slightly, but she didn't make a sound. After saying this, Dr. Wang applied some lubricant to the middle finger of one hand and slowly
inserted it into my wife's anus… I usually insert my thumb like this when I penetrate my wife from behind, but now
it was a strange doctor. I felt inexplicably angry and excited at the same time.

The doctor's middle finger was already two joints inside, swirling around inside. At the same time, his left hand was gripping my wife's left
buttock. I saw his left thumb extend and stop near her labia majora, pressing there without moving
. Holy crap! You can check my wife's anus and feel her buttocks, isn't that enough? Do you have to grope my
wife's vulva too?

I noticed his left hand was pressing on a few pubic hairs. My wife blushed, gritted her teeth, and tried to stick her buttocks out as high as possible,
using her anus to meet the doctor's middle finger. After about two minutes, the doctor pulled out his middle finger and said, "It
doesn't hemorrhoids. Here's what I'll do: I'll prescribe some medicine for you to try for a few days, and come back for a check-up in a week." While speaking, he
didn't remove his hands. After he finished speaking, I even saw him press his five fingers slightly harder on my wife's
firm, buttocks before leaving, and my wife's left buttock trembled slightly.

My wife quickly got up and pulled up her purple underwear. Dr. Wang said, "We'll need to apply medicine later, so let's stay in
this position for a bit." My wife paused for a moment, then said, "Oh." She turned and sat down, not even
bothering to pull up her stockings.

At this moment, Dr. Wang noticed the name tag on my wife's uniform and said, "Oh, are you from XX Bank, miss?
You look very elegant in that uniform." My wife gave a wry smile, blushing, and said, "Yes, that's right."

Soon, Sister Yan brought the medicine, and Dr. Wang said, "If that position is tiring, you can lie on your side."
Perhaps my wife felt uncomfortable with her buttocks sticking out in front of a strange male doctor, so she said, "
Okay !" I stood behind the screen and watched as my wife turned her body to the side, head facing me, and pulled down her underwear.

Dr. Wang then said, "Like this, curl your legs up, bringing your knees as close to your chest as possible." My wife did as she was told
, and her poor purple silk panties were flipped up and stuck between her legs, clearly
showing the white panty lining at the base of her thighs. I could see it clearly this time, and Dr. Wang must have seen it even more clearly, noticing the slightly
damp lines on it.

Because of the position, her anus wasn't fully exposed, and her vulva was reduced to a slit. However,
from Dr. Wang's perspective, sitting only 20 centimeters away from my wife's lower body, it still looked like a
large buttock, with a white slit separating the two halves, quite alluring.

Sister Yan said, "Let me help you." Saying this, she reached out and spread my wife's buttocks apart, revealing her anus, which was
usually hidden from the sun. Dr. Wang used his middle finger, which was dipped in medicine, to wipe my wife's anus. My wife buried her head in
her chest , her hands gripping her legs. After wiping a red envelope, Dr. Wang said, "How about this? You seem
uncomfortable. You can lie face down on the bed, spread your legs a little. It'll be more comfortable that way, and it'll be easier for me too. With your head down like this, it
's hard for me to exert any force."

My wife adjusted her bangs with her right hand, rolled over, and lay face down on the bed, her head still turned towards the ground. I could still
see clearly from where I was standing. I didn't know what I was feeling at that moment; my senses were numb, but my penis was throbbing terribly.

As my wife rolled over, her uniform skirt covered her buttocks. Dr. Wang proactively pulled it up to her waist with his right hand, and I
saw his thumb trace the peak of her buttocks. My wife lay face down, a deep crease between her buttocks in the center of her full hips.
This position made her buttocks appear very fleshy, giving one a strong urge to grab them. I think
Dr. Wang felt the same way!

At this moment, Dr. Wang stood up, bent over, and used his left thumb and forefinger to separate my wife's buttocks. With his right hand, he applied
medicine to another red packet, saying as he did so, "This needs a gentle massage. Can you feel it now?" My wife
said, "It's okay, not as painful as before." From behind, I could see her pink vulva between her slightly parted legs,
her labia minora parted, unusually moist and wet.

Suddenly, a young man in a white coat pushed open the door and said, "Is Dr. Wang here?"
I quickly stopped him and said, "I'm doing an examination." He took two steps forward: "Dr. Wang,
do you have the key to room 201?"

"Oh... Xiao Cui, yes, I closed the door. Here, I'll give you the key." He took out
the key . At this moment, Xiao Cui suddenly walked past me and went to the opening in the screen to get the key. He stood there stunned,
looking in my wife's direction for ten seconds without moving. Dr. Wang smiled and said, "I locked the door for you outside, here's
the key ." I really wanted him to disappear, but seeing these two men looking at my wife's big white buttocks, I felt
a strange excitement, and my penis was throbbing again.

At that moment, my wife was lying face down with her legs spread, her fleshy white buttocks clearly visible to Xiao Cui. Xiao Cui took the key and said,
"Oh, then you can go ahead with the examination!" He turned around reluctantly, glanced at me, and walked out. I followed and locked the door
.

While Dr. Wang was massaging my wife, I felt he kept staring at her vulva. His hand, which had been parting her plump buttocks,
began to move downwards, thus separating her pink vulva. I saw her vaginal opening; it
was only 10 centimeters from Dr. Wang's eyes.

Suddenly, Dr. Wang placed his right hand on the inside of my wife's left thigh and said, "There seems to be a red bump here too.
Yan, get some more medicine." Then he said to me, "Look, this also looks promising; it needs medicine too." I
looked and indeed there was a small red bump near my wife's labia majora, but it was barely noticeable.

Dr. Wang said, "Miss, could you please spread your legs a little more?" My wife reluctantly spread her legs
a little more , but her purple underwear was stuck between her thighs, making it difficult to separate them. Dr. Wang then reached over with his left hand and slowly pulled
the underwear down to her knees. Then, using his left hand to spread my wife's left labia majora, he began applying medicine with his right hand.
This opened my wife's vaginal opening even wider; I estimated that Dr. Wang could even clearly
see the urethra from his position. He gently pressed his wife's labia majora, and I noticed her vulva was even wetter and more moist.

Just then, Sister Yan said, "Dr. Wang, your patient over there is waiting for you. I'll take over here!" I saw
Dr. Wang hesitate for a moment, his hand not leaving his side, before reluctantly removing it and saying, "Okay, it's fine now.
The medication is applied here, that's enough." He then parted his wife's buttocks to look at her anus: "Hmm,
come back . There shouldn't be any major problems." With that, Dr. Wang got up and wiped his hands with a wet wipe.

His wife quickly rolled over and started pulling up her underwear. Dr. Wang, while wiping his hands, kept his eyes glued to his wife's lower body,
the hairy black forest fully exposed. His wife quickly pulled up her underwear, got out of bed, pulled up her stockings as well, stomped
her high heels twice with a "clatter," and put her skirt down.

Sister Yan said, "Come back in a week to see how things are. Dr. Wang is the most experienced doctor here; the medicine
should cure the illness, don't worry!" My wife straightened her bangs, put on her leather jacket, blushed, nodded, and
said, "Okay, thank you!" I suddenly realized what she meant and also said, "Thank you, doctor." Accompanied
by the clatter of my wife's high heels, we hurriedly left the hospital.

I drove my wife to XX Bank, silent the whole way. When my wife got out of the car, she said, "I guess I don't need a follow-up check-up.
" I said, "It depends on you." I watched my wife walk through the bank's glass doors, where a young man bowed and
scraped as he came up to give her a printed document. My wife said something and went upstairs.

From afar, I saw my wife's tall figure, her ponytail swaying from side to side, her full hips encased in a short skirt. I lit
a cigarette, recalling the scene that had just occurred, wondering if my wife would go for a follow-up checkup or go directly to
Dr. Wang...

My wife's exposure at the bank (Part 4) Exposure at home

After the last checkup, the red spots next to my wife's anus had basically disappeared, so it was certain that it wasn't
hemorrhoids or anything more serious. Everything had returned to normal. My wife was much more relaxed. We
were both busy with our work, but it was all for a better life. If we weren't busy, we wouldn't earn money or get bonuses, right?

During this period, my wife and I had very little sex, almost none, because I often worked overtime until
late get home until after 9 pm, so she was very tired.

It was a rare weekend, and my wife and I finally slept in. When I woke up, it was already 9 pm.
Since it had been a long time since I had been intimate with my wife, I saw that she was wearing loose pajamas, and due to her sleeping position, her private parts were
exposed.

I turned to my side and looked at my wife, who was sleeping soundly with her back to me.
She was wearing a loose nightgown, the hem of which was just below her thighs. Her legs were curled up, with a thin blanket between them. The nightgown
was rolled up to her waist, revealing her alluring buttocks. I liked this position; lying on her side with her right leg curled up, it was very
sexy.

Since my wife got into the habit of wearing nightgowns, she usually doesn't wear underwear to bed, saying it's more comfortable that way. At this moment
, her full buttocks were exposed, her red vulva and light brown anus fully exposed to
the caress of the morning sunlight. I couldn't resist reaching out with my right hand to gently stroke her full buttocks, lightly squeezing them—
they felt . My thumb traced across her anus to her vulva, feeling its warmth. I gently parted her vulva and saw some
fluid remaining, probably because we hadn't had sex in a while. Looking at the open opening, seemingly yearning for penetration, I still
preferred the feel of her buttocks. I spread my palm and gently stroked the right side of my wife's buttocks, lightly grasping and feeling its smoothness,
fullness, and warmth…

My wife then rolled over, murmuring softly in her sleep, humming and moaning. At this moment, my wife lay flat on
the two-meter-wide bed we bought when we got married, her legs spread wide, revealing a small forest
of hair and a small red slit, tightly closed. I stroked that furry black forest slowly upwards, passing…
I lifted my wife's nightgown and caressed her breasts.

She remained asleep, her sexy lips slightly parted, her large eyes tightly closed, her eyelashes long, and her newly
permed, shoulder-length hair spread loosely behind her head like a peacock's tail. I couldn't resist giving
my sleeping wife a kiss.

Just then, my wife's phone rang, startling me. Not wanting to disturb her sweet dream—she'd been so tired lately
—I quickly picked up the phone and answered without even looking at it: "Hello?"

There was a pause on the other end, then a middle-aged man's voice came through, very politely saying, "Are you XX
's wife? I'm her colleague at XX Bank. There's an impromptu meeting at the company this afternoon, and she has some documents with her
. I just happened to be driving by and wanted to come pick them up. Is now a convenient time?"

I said, "Oh, she's not up yet. I'll tell him."

"Oh, I'm so sorry, I had XX write the documents. They have to be there for the meeting. I'm really sorry to bother you
."

"It's alright, it's all for work."

At this point, I had to wake my sleeping wife and explain the situation. She was startled and said, "It's Mr. Ma
! Please have him come over quickly, but the documents are from last month's assignment. I printed them out but can't remember where I put them
. I'm so worried!" My wife sat up.

I said, "Oh, it's Mr. Ma. Please come over." I gave her the address and hung up.

My wife, still feeling dizzy, quickly got up and ran to the bookshelf in the living room to look for some materials. She said, "He's my boss,
he values me a lot. He might be getting transferred and promoted, and he recommended me to take over. Oh dear! What am I going to do? Where did I put it?
"

"Don't worry, it's only in a few places, look carefully."

Just then, the doorbell rang. I quickly put on my sweatpants and t-shirt, hurriedly opened the door, exchanged a few pleasantries, and invited Mr. Ma
in.

My wife's oval face flushed slightly: "Coming, Mr. Ma, please sit on the sofa for a moment.
I'm so sorry , it was my oversight. It was finished last month, but I forgot where I put it. Wait a moment, I'll look for
it."

"Oh, in time, the meeting is at 3 pm."

At this moment, both Mr. Ma and I looked at my wife. Although her pajamas were pure cotton, they were
still very thin and white. It was almost 10 pm, and the large French windows in the living room were flooded with sunlight,
completely piercing through my wife's underwear. The swaying pajamas revealed my wife's tall, 1.67-meter figure. Because of my wife's
height , the hem of her nightgown only reached slightly below her thighs, about mid-thigh. Her breasts weren't large, but
they weren't small either. She wasn't wearing a bra, and her two pink nipples were clearly visible. Her long, slender legs were even more clearly visible,
and a beam of sunlight shone through the folds of her thighs, leaving much to the imagination. However, it was still impossible to tell if she was wearing
underwear .

I quickly said, "Mr. Ma, please have a seat."

Mr. Ma smiled and lowered his head, seemingly lost in thought, as he walked towards the sofa. My wife tucked her long hair behind her ears and,
before I could speak, ran to the kitchen to bring back a cup of tea. Mr. Ma and I were sitting on the sofa when my wife bent down and
placed the cup on the coffee table in front of him. Her loose nightgown allowed for a full view when she leaned over. I saw my wife's
entire breasts; due to her posture, they sagged like cows, the nipples clearly visible. I
couldn't help but shudder I glanced at Mr. Ma, whose gaze paused for a moment, then he lowered his head, smiled, and took
a sip of tea from the unusual cup.

As the host, and knowing from my wife that her promotion was due to Mr. Ma's recommendation, I naturally took the initiative to strike up a conversation
and find topics to talk about. However, as the saying goes, "a trade is like a mountain of flesh," and our conversation was only superficial. When we ran out of things to say
, I turned my attention to my wife, since it was just the three of us in the house.

I saw her busily working at the bookshelf, flipping through all the books to see if anything was stuck in the middle.
The bookshelf was right next to the floor-to-ceiling window, and the sunlight was relentlessly shining through. My wife's body
was faintly visible under her thin nightgown. As she searched for something on the side shelf, the perfect curves of her hips were unmistakably
exposed , the sunlight so bright it seemed to see right through the nightgown. Mr. Ma and I were staring blankly at the TV opposite us,
but I could feel Mr. Ma glancing at my wife every now and then.

The bookshelf was about one and a half meters tall. After searching the bottom section, my wife naturally moved to the top. Then, she
reached out with great effort to grab a book. Due to her posture, the hem of her nightgown naturally
rode up above her hips.

My wife frantically reached for the book, forgetting the length of her pajamas. At that moment, the hem of her
nightgown had ridden up to the middle of her buttocks, and from where Mr. Ma and I were, we could easily see
half of her bottom, a deep cleft separating her two buttocks. I won't elaborate on my wife's buttocks; they're very perky and
alluring , swaying with every step, and now they were exposed to Mr. Ma.

I glanced at Mr. Ma; he wasn't paying attention to the television program at all, but was completely focused on my wife
's buttocks.

I stood up and said, "Let me get it for you." My

wife replied, "No need, you sit with Mr. Ma for a moment, I'll look carefully."

It turned out the book didn't contain the information she needed. In her haste, my wife's long hair slipped down to her face; she quickly
smoothed it with her hands, grabbed a hair tie from the bookshelf, and tied it up in front of the French windows. In that brief half-minute, sunlight pierced through her nightgown, and I could already see the cleft
of her buttocks through the thin fabric .
Why is the back of this nightgown so thin?

I struck up a conversation with Mr. Ma, discussing banking business and development. Mr. Ma said, "Your wife is a
talented person , efficient and thorough, with a bright future. Keep up the good work, I'll recommend her, and
a promotion is practically guaranteed."

I smiled and said, "Hehe, thank you for the compliment, Mr. Ma!"

My wife was getting anxious after not finding the materials for a while. She hadn't even looked at the space under the bookshelf. She bent down and opened
the double doors under the bookshelf, searching for the materials. I was stunned by what I saw. Because of her posture,
the back of her nightgown was almost at her waist when she bent down, her entire white buttocks sticking out. The bookshelf was
only about 2 meters away from Mr. Ma and me. I could see her tightly closed vulva in the deep cleft of her buttocks, with
the fluid I'd seen when she got up still clinging to it.

Because she was searching for the space under the bookshelf, my wife would occasionally bend down to pick up a book, glance at it, and then put it aside. She was
in a hurry, reading quickly and throwing it away just as fast. She maintained this posture for more than a minute. The moment she bent down, I...
I could clearly see my wife's anus. Her long, slender legs and tender anus were unmistakably exposed.

I glanced at Mr. Ma out of the corner of my eye; he was facing the TV but looking at my wife. I couldn't sit still any longer, so I quickly stood up and said,
"XX, let me help you."

I stood behind my wife, but she angrily said, "No need, you chat with Mr. Ma for a while. It's
nearby, it'll be over soon." She turned around and shoved me back onto the sofa.

Mr. Ma smiled and said, "No rush, take your time."

Because the bookshelf was too deep to reach, my wife suddenly knelt on the floor and leaned her front into the bookshelf. Holy crap
, her entire buttocks were facing Mr. Ma and me, her skirt just above her anus, barely covering it but clearly visible.

Mr. Ma's eyes weren't on the TV at all; he was staring intently at my wife's buttocks. I saw him swallow hard and
casually pick up his teacup and take a sip. The bookshelf was deep. My wife shifted one leg forward, her left leg slightly apart,
trying to reach it. Her wet vulva was slightly parted, revealing a clean, light brown anus. Since I had shaved her pubic hair
recently , it was clearly visible.

I stood up and said, "Let me help you, get up quickly."

My wife stood up and said, "It's not here."

Standing in front of Mr. Ma, my wife blushed and said, "Mr. Ma, I'm so sorry, I thought it might be at work." Mr.

Ma, a worldly man, said, "Okay, look again, if you can't find it, we'll go to the office."

My wife smoothed her long hair and said apologetically, "I'm so sorry, Mr. Ma, I'll definitely get it sorted out before the meeting." Mr.

Ma listened, stood up, and said, "I'll wait for your call," and walked out.

After Mr. Ma left, I quickly told my wife that she had been exposed. My wife was surprised: "Oh! I wasn't wearing underwear!"

My wife blushed and started punching me like raindrops.

I said, "I reminded you, I was still standing behind you, you pushed me back to the sofa."

I then pushed my wife to the French windows, made her lean against the glass, lifted her nightgown, and thrust in.

"Ah, ah, ah..."

I saw Mr. Ma downstairs getting into his Passat. I spread my wife's buttocks, forcefully inserted my thumb into her
anus, and quickly thrust in and out. My wife held onto the glass with both hands, her head down, moaning softly...

Just then, Mr. Ma's phone rang. My wife immediately ran to the bedside to grab the phone, saying something. I turned
her around, made her lean on the bed, sticking out her big, white, and plump buttocks, and forcefully thrust in.

"Slap, slap, slap..."

My wife blushed and looked back at me and Mr. Ma, saying, "Okay... Mr... Ma... I
'll definitely , ah... don't worry..."

I couldn't control myself anymore, regardless of who I was talking to, and quickly sprinted.

“Mr. Ma…I…know about this…” My wife was still saying when I pulled out my penis, spat on my fingers, and
inserted it into my wife’s tender, clean anus. Then I aimed my penis at the tight opening and thrust it in hard, half of
my penis was inside.

My wife lost her grip on the phone and dropped it on the bed. She quickly picked up the phone and said, “Ah, Mr. Ma, I’m sorry, the signal was bad
just now What did you say?”

At this moment, I quickly thrust, and a stream of white semen gushed out of my wife’s anus. This was
the essence that had accumulated over this period of time.

“Okay, Mr. Ma, I understand.” After saying that, my wife picked up a tissue, squatted down by the bed, wiped her anus clean, and stood up
and said, “I have to find the information quickly. Can you help me find it quickly?” As it

turned out, the information was actually in a compartment in the TV cabinet. I had a feeling that Mr. Ma might not only take advantage of me this
time . Thinking of this, I couldn’t help but tremble…

My bank wife’s exposure (5) Hospital follow-up

Monday, we resumed our normal work. Winter had arrived, and my wife put on a short leather jacket,
tight leather boots that covered half of her calves.

I was busy at work reviewing a report when my wife called. She said Sister Yan had called her, saying
Dr. Wang wanted her to come for a follow-up appointment, explaining that if she didn't go, they couldn't be sure if it would become malignant. I casually said, "Then go ahead
."

My wife said, "I don't want to go."

"Then why did you call me?"

"I just wanted to let you know. Aren't you worried it might become malignant and grow there?"

"That's true, I am worried. How can I not worry if something grows in my most cherished spot?"

"Why don't you come with me? You'll feel relieved once it's completely healed."

"Actually, it's nothing serious. Dr. Wang just misses you, silly."

"He's a doctor, don't talk nonsense. Come with me before lunch, around 10 o'clock."

"Yes, ma'am!"

At 10 o'clock sharp, I drove to XX Hospital. My wife was already there. We quickly walked into the hospital.
Sister Yan was as enthusiastic as ever: "You're here."

"Yes, we're here. Just checking to see if there's anything wrong, then we can relax."

We followed Sister Yan to Dr. Wang's department. Inside, there were four male doctors, who looked like
recent college graduates. Dr. Wang said, "You must actively participate; you can't just read books, otherwise
how will you gain experience?"

Everyone turned to look at us as we entered. The students' eyes were all on my wife
. No wonder—she's 1.67 meters tall, not fat, with curves in all the right places, and quite attractive
. Her eyes sparkled like Vivian Hsu's; everyone would take a second look. At that moment, I realized that my wife's
beauty wasn't necessarily a good thing.

Then, Dr. Wang said, "You're here. Get ready, wait a moment."

We went behind the screen with Sister Yan, who said, "Just like last time."

These words were simple, but they carried a heavy weight for my wife and me. My wife peeked through the crack at the screen and saw some male students still
outside , looking somewhat reluctant. Sister Yan whispered, "They're all proctologists, already hired,
but they don't have much experience and still need to learn. They're not much different from me, haha..." The implication was clear: don't mind them looking;
they're doctors too.

Seeing my wife didn't move, Sister Yan said, "It's alright. We often have students here. These are top students from XX
Medical University ; I heard they all got high scores. One of them used to specialize in dermatology. Do you mind?"

"A little..." my wife replied, blushing.

Sister Yan didn't say anything more, saying, "Okay, let's wait a bit."

Just then, Dr. Wang came over and said, "Let's get ready and see how the recovery is going."

My wife looked outside; the students were still there.

Dr. Wang said, "Oh, we have a task this year to have them follow me, as an internship. Otherwise, how do you want them
to grow? They're great in theory, but not in practice."

I saw my wife hesitate. Just as I was about to speak, she said, "Okay then..." I didn't expect my wife to agree. I only remembered that she once said that if she got old, she would donate her conjunctiva

before she left this world . Was she going to donate herself to these college students today...? Before I could say anything, my wife had already unbuckled her belt and laboriously pulled down her tight jeans. It was cold, and underneath she was wearing thick cotton stockings, a pair of black pants that clung tightly to her legs, covering her large buttocks. Next, she pulled down her pants and then her underwear, which was purple, the same color as her underwear bra. From black to purple, I noticed that my wife's buttocks looked slightly larger, still tight. At this moment, the four students outside looked in through the screen, their eyes all focused on my wife. Finally, my wife pulled down her purple trousers, revealing a pair of sheer purple panties underneath, only the crotch area was opaque. Facing the examination bed, she was clearly visible from behind; through the panties, we could vaguely see her deep buttocks. Dr. Wang adjusted his glasses; Sister Yan was already sitting beside her reading the newspaper. The last shred of modesty slipped down with her hands, revealing her white, full buttocks—a perfectly shaped bottom. She stood with her legs straight, her buttocks beautifully shaped, two fleshy cheeks. The students, positioned to the side, must have felt the curves of her buttocks. My wife didn't turn around, but said, "Lying down?" Dr. Wang paused, swallowed, and said, "Yes, okay." He seemed to have slipped away. My wife hadn't taken off her boots, making it inconvenient, so she first went over and sat on the bed, then lifted her legs and placed them on the bed, rolled over, then propped herself up with her hands, sticking her buttocks out, and moved to the edge of the bed, sticking her buttocks out. The intense visual impact made me dizzy. My wife's buttocks looked much larger than when she was wearing tight jeans , sticking out starkly white. Dr. Wang gestured to a few students and said, "Come in!" I saw several male students walk in, their faces flushed and their eyes somewhat glazed, standing to Dr. Wang's left and right . Dr. Wang said, "Let's first check how well the previous areas have healed, then we'll go through the procedure again in a bit." What did "going through the procedure again" mean? I saw Dr. Wang carefully examine the area around my wife's anus, then parted it slightly with his right thumb and said, "It's alright, the prescription is fine." At this moment, Dr. Wang's entire palm was on the right half of my wife's buttocks. My wife's buttocks felt very good to the touch, which was exactly kind of caress I liked, except that Dr. Wang wasn't gripping hard. Dr. Wang used some professional terminology with the students, all about skin diseases and anorectal issues. I could tell from his posture that he was using my wife as a teaching tool. My wife wasn't wearing her leather jacket; the short jacket was very slimming, making her waist look even thinner, and obviously, this posture made her buttocks appear larger. She wasn't wearing a ponytail today; she had just had her hair permed, and the trendy waves hung down naturally. I couldn't stand it, so I retreated to the table behind her and started reading the newspaper, but my eyes never left the examination table. I heard Dr. Wang say, "This could be hemorrhoids, everyone pay attention, but how do we rule that out? We need to do a digital rectal exam." Then he put on gloves and said, "We still need to confirm this." Then I heard my wife let out a low groan. Standing behind them, I saw Dr. Wang's index finger fully inserted into my wife's anus. My wife's anus was very tight and had strong contractions; he could definitely feel the force gripping his finger. He then used some medical terminology, removing his finger after about half a minute. "There's a slight protrusion on the left side of her face; this is a precursor." It sounded like he was talking to a student, but also like he was warning my wife. My wife's head was drooping low on the bed, and the tight leather jacket accentuated her high shoulders. The anus, from which the fingers had been withdrawn, quickly returned to its original position. Dr. Wang said, "XXX, put on your gloves and examine the patient." The male student on the right quickly put on his gloves, his left hand resting on his wife's left buttock, his right middle finger, like Dr. Wang's, inserted into her anus. This time, his wife didn't make a sound, her head lowered further, her long hair falling down to cover her face, only a large silver hoop earring visible. Dr. Wang nimbly removed the student's right hand, saying, "You're not wearing gloves." The student nervously uttered a sound, unsure if it was an "oh" or a "hmm," his right hand reluctant to leave, saying, "Could someone get me a glove, please?" Dr. Wang gave him one, which he put on with one hand, then placed his hands on his wife's left buttock; the thin, transparent glove didn't obstruct the sensation of his wife's full hips. He then moved his thumbs towards his wife's vulva, gently pulling them slightly to the left, making the anus more visible, but also causing the vulva to separate slightly. In this position, her vulva was definitely exposed. At such close range, I could feel the student trembling. My wife's vagina was still wet and pink, and the opening was visible after it opened slightly. At this moment, Dr. Wang said, "That's enough." The male student didn't move his left hand, reluctantly pulling his right index finger slowly out of my wife's anus before leaving her buttocks. The male student said, "It's a bit protruding." Protruding my ass, I thought to myself, you know nothing. Dr. Wang then said to a student on his left, "You apply the medicine to the patient, you guys study." At this moment, Dr. Wang said to my wife, "Let's do it like last time, just lie on our side, it's tiring after a long time." My wife moved her body, which was a bit inconvenient since her pants weren't off. She struggled to get into position , lying on her side. My wife tucked her long hair behind her left ear with her left hand. Her profile was still so exquisite . My wife looked straight ahead, bent her legs, and bent her knees almost to her chest, making her buttocks protrude . My wife looked even more sexy lying on her side. A boy named XX brought over the medicine bottle, preparing to apply the medicine. At that moment, two other male classmates almost simultaneously said, " Let me help you." Dr. Wang said, "One person is enough; just pull it upwards." The boy, without gloves, placed his right thumb directly near his wife's anus , his right palm on the upper half of her buttocks, and slowly pushed upwards with his thumb. At this moment, his wife's anus was exposed , and naturally, her vagina reluctantly opened.

This time, the opening was wider than before, and the urethra could be seen. The boy carefully applied the medicine, little by little
, without rushing, but his eyes were fixed intently.

About a minute later, my supervisor returned and was
astonished by what he saw. Sister Yan was gone, and Dr. Wang was also gone; only the four students remained. My wife was back in the position of having her
buttocks raised , and one of the students was slowly inserting his finger into her vagina. I saw my wife's body
tremble.

One of the students, seeing me come in, said, "Her skin condition might be caused by an infection from gynecological secretions.
If so, it's a gynecological problem, and she needs to be examined, otherwise it might recur soon. Dr. Wang was
busy during the examination, so we'll do it."

The male student performing the examination didn't even look at me, wearing gloves and inserting his finger in all directions. My wife's
vagina was already very wet, and I saw that it was now overflowing, even with some wetness on her anus.

At this moment, the male student subtly traced his thumb across my wife's clitoris. My wife shuddered, and I sensed
that she might have already...

I immediately sat down in the back seat. I saw the student continue rubbing my wife's clitoris a few more times.
At this moment wife's buttocks visibly clenched, her anus contracted repeatedly,
and she felt like her arms couldn't support her weight. Finally, my wife's buttocks trembled slightly, and a stream of fluid flowed from her vagina. Then,
her waist suddenly relaxed, her legs pressed tightly together, and her buttocks sticking out even higher. I knew my wife had orgasmed...

At this moment, the male student pulled out his finger, patted my wife's buttocks, and said, "What Dr. Wang said earlier
was right. It's possible that it's a gynecological problem, but it's unlikely. It's definitely not caused by this, but just to be on the safe side, I'll prescribe
some to take."

From then on, I gradually realized that although my wife appeared very aloof, she seemed to enjoy unintentionally
exposing herself . I also found that feeling. I wonder who will be lucky enough to see my cold and beautiful wife exposed in the future
?

My bank wife's exposure (six) Celebration in the office after promotion

After Dr. Wang and four students' examination last time, after leaving the hospital, my wife went home and searched online again. She said that
if you don't pay attention to gynecological diseases, it can really affect the skin and lesions around the vulva and anus. I didn't care. I
had said my wife was very clean and took a bath almost every day. I guess that's why she cared so much. From then on
, my wife would wash her butt even if she didn't take a bath. Sigh, she always kept her lower body very clean. Of course, I had no objection. It felt good
to look at and touch it.

Later, Dr. Wang's student made a follow-up call to my wife to ask about the situation. After learning that there was no problem, he
wisely stopped contacting her.

My wife still worked hard and took the postgraduate entrance exam for working professionals. Although it was said that she could get the certificate without attending classes
, my wife still went to classes to study economics on weekends. I accompanied my wife to class twice. This
class was full of talents from various economic fields who came to study for promotion or salary increase. My wife was no exception. Learning these
theoretical lessons in class was far less important than making friends. Because my wife was beautiful and tall with a well-
proportioned figure, she was always the one invited to dinner parties.

I went with her once, and I remember that after a few rounds of drinks, everyone, from the CEO of one
company , was looking at her with lustful eyes. When my wife went to the restroom, I felt almost
everyone's gaze or peripheral vision shift to her back. Her short white fleece jacket reached just to her waist, and her tight jeans
accentuated her large buttocks, which jiggled as she walked.

Mr. Ma was indeed promoted very quickly, and it was said that he went to the head office. At Mr. Ma's recommendation, my wife successfully succeeded him
. Of course, this was decided after a meeting of the management team. Everyone unanimously agreed that my wife had strong work
ability my wife became
second only to two people, above thousands. Hehe, of course, not thousands, but most people became her subordinates.

On the day of my appointment, I received a call from my wife saying that the bank was going to hold a celebration party for her that evening and that I should attend. She told me to
go home first and bring an evening suit. For the party, my wife did what was probably the most serious
makeup she'd ever done in her life—heavier than usual, with deep blue eyeshadow, light red lipstick, and foundation, making her complexion
look rosy and fair. Wearing the bank's formal suit—blazer, trousers, and white shirt—wow, she looked like
the iconic beauty from the bank's promotional posters!

We quickly drove to the booked hotel. The sign in the lobby read, "For the ××× Bank Employee
Commendation Conference, please go to the large conference room on the second floor."

At this moment, a young man in a suit greeted my wife: "Congratulations, Ms. Wang, you truly deserve it
! Please take good care of your old subordinates in the future."

This was Xiao Zhang, who used to work for my wife. My wife smiled warmly and politely replied, "Xiao Zhang
, you're young and full of energy, you have a bright future ahead of you."

After exchanging pleasantries, my wife told me, "That guy whose voice sounds just like yours, that's him. Once during
my lunch break, he called and I thought it was you, haha..."

The room was full of employees in suits, coming and going, and soon the stage was full. The host was their
bank manager .

"The 2011 Employee Commendation and 2012 Work Mobilization Meeting of ××× Bank is now beginning!"

I was at the back of the meeting room, waiting for my wife's appointment to be announced. After each item on the agenda was finished, the personnel changes were finally announced
. Five people were affected. I don't remember what the others said, but I do remember how proud and excited I felt when my wife was announced as
vice president . When my wife appeared on the stage in her formal attire, I was surprised by
her height, refined features, and even her speech – she was completely different from her usual self. "First of all, I want to thank the leaders and colleagues present for giving me this opportunity in the past year ..." A round of enthusiastic applause followed. After the meeting, everyone was told to go to the banquet hall for dinner. My wife went to the restroom to change into an evening gown – a black jumpsuit with a hem just above the knee and a low neckline that revealed a deep cleavage. The satin-like fabric looked incredibly elegant, perfectly accentuating her curves. With her exquisite makeup and deep brown wavy hair , I almost didn't recognize her. She was greeted constantly: "Hello, Mr. Wang." "Mr. Wang, we'll come over to toast you later." "Mr. Wang, you look so beautiful today!"... I was seated at a table with several family members, while my wife sat at a table next to several senior executives and veteran employees.

The banquet atmosphere gradually warmed up with the clinking of glasses and the exchange of toasts. People, both familiar and unfamiliar with my wife,
called out to her, "Mr. Wang, let's toast!" My wife was clearly in a good mood today, unfazed by the guests, and she drank almost everything in her drink.
Before I estimated she had downed about four bottles of beer.

Excited by this happy occasion, I also toasted with everyone at the table, accepting their congratulations, and together with my wife, we toasted
the senior management twice. The atmosphere was quite lively; everyone drank quite a bit, and their faces were all flushed. Xiao Zhang and his group
toasted my wife again, and the leaders at the table jokingly told him he downed three more glasses before leaving.

I noticed my wife had drunk quite a bit. Although she was allowed only half a glass, the large number of people,
and presence of the bank manager who somewhat resembled Lang Xianping, coupled with my wife's desire to impress and her excitement about her promotion, meant she had drunk about eight bottles of beer
, completely exceeding her capacity. The most I've ever seen her drink at once was four bottles.

Seeing my wife heading to the restroom, I followed her out. Her face was slightly flushed, making her look even more alluring. "Honey," she said, "I've had too much to drink
. I can't drink anymore. We'll just go back and let my boss know we're leaving."

I asked, "Are you alright?"

"I'm dizzy. I took some hangover medicine, but it's still not enough. I can't drink anymore." She stumbled, almost breaking her
high heels . I quickly helped her to the women's restroom door, gave her a few words of advice, and she went inside.

Before she even entered a stall, she pulled her skirt up to her waist. Wow, her purple see-through panties revealed her large, white
buttocks . Her high heels, slightly unsteady from her staggering steps, caused her full
buttocks to jiggle with each step, her long, shapely legs fully exposed. I immediately turned around and saw a man in uniform
staggering up behind me. He had obviously seen what was happening, and my wife quickly went into a stall. I heard
a retching sound from the men's restroom...

After returning to our seats, we had another drink with the leaders' table. My wife, still quite sober, said some
words of determination and gratitude, then explained the situation and left.

I helped my wife into the car. Originally, she wanted me to drive her home, but how could she not drink in this kind of
occasion ? I also drank more than five bottles. My alcohol tolerance is pretty good; these few bottles were just enough to make me feel better
. I looked at my watch; it was already 10 PM. In the dim light of the car headlights, my wife looked at me with hazy eyes,
much quieter than at the banquet. Thinking about how my wife was now a vice president, and how respectfully her subordinates toasted her, I couldn't help but feel
proud of her. I thought about how I didn't have such a prestigious position, but the thought that my annual salary was basically the same as hers made me feel a little better.

My wife leaned against the blanket, seemingly asleep. Looking at her delicate face in the dim light, a
strand of long hair slid across her nose, her evening gown accentuated her large breasts, and her flat stomach. I turned off the light and couldn't resist kissing my wife.
Perhaps due to the alcohol, she kissed me back passionately. We embraced and kissed, our body temperatures rising sharply.

Suddenly, the phone rang. My wife said, "Bank manager, hello."

"Xiao Wang, are you alright? Bring the meeting materials from yesterday. Come with me to head office at eight o'clock tomorrow morning to report on our
work . The atmosphere was so lively that

I forgot about it." "Okay, bank manager, don't worry."

My wife sighed, saying she was going to the office to pick up the materials; she couldn't neglect the bank manager's instructions. I drove quickly to
the bank, but the office was already empty. My wife's office was on the sixth floor of the connected building at the back. She got out of the car and
ran to the roadside to vomit. I went to the car, got some bottled water, and helped her take the elevator to the sixth floor.

My wife had a key to the downstairs security door. This was a purely office space, not a branch office. It was pitch black, and
I only found her office by relying on my memory. It was a corner room, about 30 square meters, facing
the fire escape. To the left was a glass partition, and in front was a glass door, allowing a clear view from the outside, but
only from the front and side. There was a women's restroom in the side passage. I finally managed to open the door and turn on the light; it was blinding.

My wife quickly found the bank manager's documents on the desk and turned to leave. I grabbed her from behind,
kissing her before she could speak. We'd just warmed up when my boss interrupted us; my hormones were too high tonight, and I couldn't control myself. My
wife didn't resist either, wrapping her arms around my neck, panting heavily. Our tongues intertwined. She'd drunk too much, and
her body was a little weak. I slowly pushed her back onto the large desk for support.

"Mmm, mmm..." my wife let out a wanton moan. My wife looked so beautiful today. Anyone who saw her would
lose control . I quickly lifted her skirt from underneath and took it off.

My wife hugged me with her eyes closed, saying, "Husband~"

Before she could continue, I kissed her again, took off her bra with both hands, and gripped it tightly.
My wife could no longer stand, and with her eyes closed, she mumbled, "Husband, I want it, faster...faster..."

I made my wife kneel on the sofa. Her limbs were not very obedient, and she was a little weak. Her knees were
about to hit the edge of the sofa, but she almost fell off. Finally, she stuck out her big buttocks, and I ripped off her black panties. It was a pair of boxer
briefs , and I put it on my wife's head to cover her eyes. The tightness of the panties and my wife's slightly fluffy
curly hair were just right to cover her eyes, leaving only her mouth, nostrils, and the hoop earring exposed.

My wife hummed in a daze, "What are you doing...um..."

I said, "Doing the bank's vice president!"

I had already pulled down my underwear and my swollen penis, and I thrust forward, penetrating her pink
little hole .

"Ah... gently... gently..." My wife was quite drunk, even a little out of it, her body barely
obeying her commands. Her upper body was slumped against the leather sofa seat, her alluring
back and high, white buttocks incredibly sexy under the office's fluorescent lights. I slapped her big buttocks hard with my right palm, leaving a light red handprint on her tender skin with
each thrust.

"Ah... um... ah... ah... faster..."

It was hard for me to ejaculate after drinking, and I was covered in sweat. I pulled out my penis.

"Ah... no... I want... um..."

Just as I was about to penetrate her anus, she was also covered in sweat, her anus wet. Suddenly the phone rang.
I saw it was my colleague, Xiao Li. Damn it, calling me now! I didn't answer. With a forceful thrust, half of my penis entered
my wife's anus.

"Ouch! Ah..." My wife raised her head. In her spacious office, her black panties obscured
her view, but they only excited me more.

Damn it! The phone rang again. I glanced at it; it was Director Zhang, my department head. Damn it, they want me to work overtime
? No way! They'll dock my pay! I didn't answer. I quickly thrust into my wife's anus, my hands gripping tightly...
I held my wife's incredibly firm buttocks, my thumbs parting her large, round buttocks, her anus bulging and contracting. My wife was already
limp, her head resting on the sofa, her arms outstretched.

Just then, the phone rang again. Damn, it was General Manager Jin, our company's chief engineer. I hesitated, afraid my wife would make
lewd noises, so I pulled out my penis, pulled up my pants, and went to the hallway outside.

"General Manager Jin, hello, what's up?"

"You still know how to answer the phone!"

"Sorry, General Manager Jin, I was in the bathroom and my phone wasn't with me. What's wrong, General Manager Jin?"

"It's our duty
to keep our
phones on 24/7. The server for the ××× project is down, causing a huge impact. The client, General Manager Li, is furious and demands it be resolved tonight. You know how much this contract is worth, right? You need to call Li Ming back immediately and coordinate a solution. If he can't resolve it, you must be on-site!"

"Oh, is that so? Okay, General Manager Jin, I'll call Li Ming right away. If not, I'll come directly."

"Call me back when you're done."

"Okay, General Manager Jin, that's all for now."

Damn it, why now of all times? I glanced back at my wife, who was lying on her side on the sofa,
head facing outwards, her underwear still on her head, seemingly asleep. I couldn't afford to neglect work; Mr. Jin could fire me at any moment
. I was more alert now, so I called Xiao Li. Over the phone, I realized the problem wasn't so serious
; it was just that Xiao Li hadn't encountered it before, and the other key technical staff weren't home. I guided him through the process but didn't want
to go over. Xiao Li had just arrived at the company and was slow to find the location, so I had to patiently explain it to him. I
paced back and forth in the hallways, up and down, until I finally found the motion-activated lights in the restrooms on the 7th floor .
It took me about 20 minutes to finally resolve the issue. I called Mr. Jin back, my mind clearing somewhat, but my legs
were still a little weak.

I walked quickly down the dark corridor from the stairs next to the men's restroom to the 6th floor, heading towards my wife's office.
When I was about 10 meters away, I vaguely heard my wife moaning, sometimes louder than
usual.

I hurried over and, peering through the glass partition in the next room, saw a man sitting
on the sofa. My wife was bent over, her bare bottom sticking out, still wearing her black underwear over her head. I instantly sobered up.
The glass partition had the bank's logo and advertisements on it, so I couldn't see everything. I was in the dark, so the man couldn't see me, but I could see him. It was Xiao Zhang, my wife's former subordinate. He had greeted her and toasted her
earlier that day . My wife had mentioned earlier that his voice sounded a lot like mine. I slowly walked in and stood at the end of the glass partition on the side. Leaning against the corner, I could see the entire . I saw another man there, whom I didn't recognize. He said to Xiao Zhang, "Is she sober?" Xiao Zhang said, "You motherfucker, can't you see for yourself?" "I...this...is unbelievable...Mr. Wang...is there anyone else in the building?" Xiao Zhang said, "I'm not afraid even with the cameras. Look at that document, it's from President Yu. It must be President Yu and Mr. Wang having sex after drinking. President Yu left, and Mr. Wang just fell asleep because he was too drunk." He spoke very softly, but in the quiet hallway, I could probably vaguely hear him through the glass partition. Couldn't my wife hear him ? She drank eight bottles of beer and a glass of baijiu, and she was already drunk when she got to the office. "Go outside and quickly check around. If no one's there, come in and do it together, hurry up." Xiao Zhang didn't stop his thrusting . I hid in the corner. The young man went out to check the hallway and then came back. At this moment, Xiao Zhang raised his voice: "Mr. Wang, is it good?" "Good...husband~" my wife moaned softly. Xiao Zhang slapped his wife's left buttock. "Ah..." "Mr. Wang, I'm telling you, you're a slut." "I... ah... am... a slut... ah..." Xiao Zhang said, "Good girl~ baby." At this moment, he grabbed his wife's long, wavy hair and pulled it. His wife raised her head, and the young man took a rag from somewhere and tied his wife's hands behind her back, making a tight knot. His wife's chin was resting on the back of the sofa, and her breasts swayed back and forth. Then he slapped his wife's right buttock, "slap... slap... slap..." Xiao Zhang quickly went in and out, occasionally reaching forward to grab his wife's breasts. "Mr. Wang, you're usually so serious, but you're so obedient now. What do you want your husband to do?" His wife didn't speak. "Slap slap," two slaps landed on his wife's buttocks, and his wife's plump buttocks trembled. "Quickly, Mr. Wang, how do you like your husband to do it?" the wife whispered. "Anything... ah... um... um..." Xiao Zhang pulled the rag from his wife's hand, and because she had no support in front, her head fell onto the sofa. He pressed down on her smooth back, making her buttocks stand high. She turned her face to support her body, but her upper body quickly went limp, leaving only her large, white, high buttocks. "Look at Mr. Wang's asshole, it's so tender." The guy leaned closer and inserted his right middle finger . "Ah~~ husband... gently... gently... gently..." The guy didn't care, thrusting in and out of his wife's asshole, pulling it out to smell it and saying, "Damn, Mr. Wang is indeed clean , even his anus smells. Mr. Wang is known for being a clean person, and he is consistent inside and out." Xiao Zhang then inserted his thumb into his wife's asshole, moving it in and out casually, while his penis continued to thrust in and out of her vagina. "Ahhhhhhh...no...I can't...take it anymore..." Just as he finished speaking, I saw spurts of fluid gushing out with each thrust of Xiao Zhang's penis. It sprayed onto Xiao Zhang's crotch and onto the leather sofa. Xiao Zhang stopped and pulled out his penis, and another spurt of fluid sprayed onto his penis. "I peed, damn it!" they both exclaimed in unison. "Mr. Wang, let your husband let you lick your own taste." Xiao Zhang made his wife turn around and sit on the sofa. Because her hands were tied behind her back, her breasts were exposed. The guy grabbed them with both hands, roughly kneading her fair breasts. Xiao Zhang stood on the sofa and aimed his penis at his wife's mouth, which was still painted with light red lipstick: "Mr. Wang, open your mouth." He pinched his wife's chin with his left thumb and forefinger, forcing her to open her mouth. His trembling hand was somewhat weak, and then he quickly shoved his penis into his wife's mouth. I saw that Xiao Zhang's penis was really long. Xiao Zhang's face was still red; he was later...

He'd already plied her with three beers, and she must have drunk quite a bit at other tables. He forcefully thrust his penis into her mouth,
some of the faint lipstick already staining her lips.

"Cough, cough, ah... um... um~~" Saliva began to trickle from his wife's mouth as she held Zhang's penis.

"Mr. Wang, lick it clean for your husband." Zhang thrust deeply.

The guy wasn't idle either, forcefully squeezing his wife's breasts, shaping them in various ways, rubbing
her nipples with his thumb and forefinger, saying, "Fuck, that feels so good, Mr. Wang is definitely number one... number one beauty..." His voice
trembled slightly, and he sniffed his wife's long hair with his left hand.

Zhang pulled out his penis.

"Oh... cough, cough..." His wife coughed, swallowing hard. Her head, clad in black underwear, tilted back against
the chair.

Xiao Zhang grabbed his wife's long, slender legs and pushed down, causing her to slide down onto the edge
of the sofa short of the edge. Her underwear had loosened, so he quickly lifted her head
and pulled it back down. Then, supporting her left leg, he used his right hand to push her right leg open
, maximizing the opening of her pink vulva.

It must have been wet and open; all I could see was her messy, dark pubic hair,
her hands still bound behind her back, and her breasts held high. Her head was tilted towards him, her large hoop earrings very noticeable.

Xiao Zhang knelt on the floor and thrust, probably penetrating her completely. He grabbed her breasts and began to move
like a piston .

"Mmm...ah...mmm...faster...husband...ah..." His wife wrapped her legs around him, thrusting her hips repeatedly
, her head swaying from side to side with her long, curly hair. "

Ah
...

"Damn, I was going to use duct tape to hold it in." Xiao Zhang pulled out his penis, which was still swollen. The other guy also pulled his penis out of his wife's mouth. He quickly sat on the sofa, moved his wife onto him, and Xiao Zhang helped. His wife was already limp and powerless. It took a lot of effort to get her onto the other guy . His wife's head rested on the other guy's body, her hands behind her back, and her legs kneeling on the sofa. The other guy pushed his lower body outwards, aimed at his wife's vagina, and thrust in with a lift of his buttocks. After thrusting for a while, the position might not be comfortable, so he turned over and lay directly on the sofa. His wife also turned sideways, her upper body directly on the other guy's chest, her buttocks sitting on his penis. The other guy readjusted the angle and inserted it all the way in. This way, it felt very comfortable for him to move. He thrust his buttocks forcefully, one thrust after another, and his wife just swayed with each thrust of his buttocks. From my vantage point, I could see my wife's buttocks. Xiao Zhang got up and came up behind her. He hadn't ejaculated yet; I saw him aim for a moment, then thrust his hips in, entering my wife's anus. "Ah... um... um..." I heard my wife moan softly. The two of them attacked from above and below, their movements rapid. I heard Xiao Zhang let out a low groan: "Ah... ah..." After a few thrusts, he stopped moving, leaving his seat and sitting on the chair in front of the desk. A stream of white semen flowed from my wife's anus. The guy didn't stop; he continued thrusting against my wife's trembling buttocks. After about five minutes, he suddenly pulled out after one final thrust, a stream of white semen spraying onto my wife's flat stomach. The two of them got dressed, wiped themselves down, including my wife's, and quickly left . I cleaned up the mess and drove my wife home. Coincidentally, a week later, those two young men, unanimously approved by all the senior management, were slated for dismissal due to their lack of professional skills, idleness, and lack of connections. They were to be reassigned to positions for the bank manager's relatives' children. It was rumored that they had previously threatened his wife, claiming they had slept together, but the senior management ignored this and signed the papers without hesitation. While his wife was a recognized beauty at work, she was also known for her virtuous lifestyle, low-key demeanor, efficiency, and high regard for senior management ; no one believed the story.

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