Lustful Wedding

One evening, I was sitting in front of the TV watching the news when my wife suddenly ran over with her laptop, snuggling into my lap like a kitten. I knew she must have found something she liked and wanted me to buy it for her again. I took the laptop and saw it was a set of wedding photos of a young couple. Unlike traditional photos, this set incorporated many creative and narrative elements, with each scene telling a story, an experience.
To be honest, the pressure of working at a foreign company is too much. We got married less than a year after graduation, and we still haven't had time to take proper wedding photos together. I always comfort her, saying we're still young and there's no rush, but my wife always pouts and talks about how her colleague's photos were taken and how beautiful they were.
"My wife wants to take wedding photos again," I said, casually browsing the photos she had opened.
"These are my colleague's photos, aren't they beautiful and have a storyline? They're not even married yet!" she said, sticking her tongue out at me.
Indeed, the photos were quite expressive, and the post-production was exquisite. My wife usually likes beautiful pictures, so it was natural for her to be tempted. As I flipped through the pages, I came across a scene in the bathroom. The woman was draped in a thin veil, her body curves barely concealed, deliberately striking provocative poses, and using her breath to create a hazy, dreamlike effect.
"Wow! Honey, really? They take pictures like this?"
"It's to preserve our youth! My colleague said there are even more outrageous ones, but they're all on their own CDs, not in an album, to avoid others seeing them."
"Hehe, how outrageous are they? Show me, honey. If you could take photos like these, I'd take wedding photos with you."
"Honey, you're naughty! I'm being serious, and you're getting all dirty thoughts." Despite saying this, my wife contacted her colleague on QQ, asking her to send over some secret photos.
We quickly received the photos that hadn't been uploaded to the digital album. There were quite a few; when we opened them, my wife and I were both shocked. The first few pictures were all body art, showcasing the wife's colleague's figure to the fullest. The later pictures even featured her in various sexy outfits, posing provocatively and alluringly.
Then, several strong men appeared in the images, seemingly raping the female lead, who cooperated by exposing various parts of her body. The last few pictures showed the female lead making love with several men simultaneously, with the groom being the main focus, while the others were merely caressing her.
"Honey, your colleague is really avant-garde!"
the wife said, her eyes glazed over, especially when she saw the muscular physiques and erect penises of the supporting men, her lips pursed tightly.
"I asked my colleague, and she said most of these photos were photoshopped. Those guys didn't actually do anything; they just had sex with her husband."
"But your colleague's looks are nowhere near as good as my wife's. Average looks, average figure. If we took the photos, they'd definitely be better." "
Exactly! She's usually so ordinary, but her wedding photos are so beautiful. If my husband and I took them, they'd be much prettier than these."
Seeing my wife's delighted expression, I secretly rejoiced. If I took her to take these kinds of photos, her body would definitely be exposed to other strangers. Once that happened, it would be much easier to handle in the future.
"Honey, do you think you can take these last few photos? Don't be so scared you can't keep going!"
"I'm scared too... Maybe we shouldn't take these! What do you think, honey?"
My wife still hadn't overcome this psychological barrier, but how could she easily let go of such a good opportunity? So I comforted her, "Actually, it's okay. After all, it's about preserving youth! Besides, I'll take these for my own collection, no one else will see them. And I also want to see how beautiful I look in front of the camera! I happen to have two days off next week, plus Saturday and Sunday, four days should be enough for the shoot, right? It'll be hard to find an opportunity like this again!" Actually, I didn't have any days off. I just remembered that next Thursday and Friday were my wife's annual leave, so I said that on purpose.
"Ah, you have days off next week? That's great! Next Thursday and Friday are my annual leave!" My wife happily hugged me, kissing me repeatedly.
"Haha, okay, let's go next week."
My wife got the contact information for the photography studio from her colleague. After discussing the price and things to note, we finalized the plan: outdoor shots on Thursday, Friday, and Saturday, and a studio shoot on Sunday. The funny thing was, when I sent the photographer some casual photos of the two of us, he said that if my wife was willing to be their print model for two years, the wedding photos would be a free gift. Naturally, I wanted to consider my wife's future privacy, so I declined his suggestion, but hoped they would try their best to show off my wife's most charming features.
He then asked if we could use male models to assist with the shoot, and whether that would be considered inappropriate. I thought for a moment and said, "As long as you can convince my wife during the shoot, I won't restrict how we shoot in the end." I also hoped they could take some more revealing photos than my wife's colleague. The photographer immediately understood what I meant and assured me that it would be no problem; they were very experienced.
On Wednesday morning, we made some simple preparations as requested by the photographer and went to the studio. The photography studio was quite large and looked very professional, with a constant stream of people coming to inquire. Since we had made a prior appointment by phone, we were immediately ushered into the photography needs discussion area.
To avoid any unnecessary embarrassment for my wife, I had already communicated everything with the photographer beforehand, but because my wife was the main subject of the shoot, she still needed to check off the items on the schedule. My wife looked through the items from top to bottom, blushing more and more as she went through them, glancing at me frequently. I gave her encouraging looks each time. Finally, my wife confirmed all the items, and the photographer was very happy, saying he would take a perfect set of wedding photos for us.
After paying the deposit, we met the service team: two photographers, an assistant, and two makeup artists. They exchanged a few words and immediately started working. The photographers arranged the work very well, requiring almost no intervention from me, and their shooting techniques were quite novel. They first told my wife and me what content and background we would be shooting, like a script. Therefore, after a day of shooting, my wife was very happy, saying she felt like she was an actress.
The first three days were spent in this atmosphere, and we had already gone through two pages of our shooting schedule. Next, I knew it was time to start shooting the more intimate parts. The two photographers first separated us so they could have a thorough discussion. I had no problem with it, and my wife, because of her satisfying experience a couple of days ago, surprisingly agreed readily.
Since my wife was the main subject of this part, the photographers had me watch from the second floor of the studio to ease her anxiety. My wife, her face flushed, went into the makeup room to begin her body makeup. From my conversation with the photographers, I learned that although my wife's body was almost perfect, to achieve the best shooting effect under the lighting, she would need to have some makeup done on key areas, such as her breasts, waist, genitals, and anus.
I was actually quite worried about whether my wife could accept this kind of makeup, but when she came out of the makeup room with the photographers more than an hour later, I was amazed. My usually cute and playful wife was now stunningly beautiful with the makeup, her slightly shy expression and clear, pure eyes making her appear even more delicate.
My wife came out wearing a bathrobe, turning her head back and forth as if looking for me. The photographers told her that to facilitate the photography, I had temporarily arranged for her to work in post-production to help select photos. My wife was a little disappointed but also a little happy; she couldn't quite describe the feeling.
The photoshoot began quickly. The first task was for my wife to undo her bathrobe, as the photographer needed to adjust the ISO based on the lighting and her makeup. My wife shyly and slowly unbuttoned her bathrobe, her arms covering her nipples and her hands concealing her pubic hair, standing there with her head down.
"Okay, come on... slowly move your hands away and see how the makeup looks on the areas you just applied," the photographer guided her step by step.
My wife raised her hands, then shyly hid them behind her back, keeping her head down and avoiding looking at the camera.
"Good, not bad! Come on, raise your head, it's all dark in front of you, you can't see anything."
My wife slowly raised her head, her hazy eyes difficult to capture, the makeup concealing her shyness.
"Very good, strike a few poses... Yes, very beautiful... very pretty..."
The photographer continued to guide my wife, who gradually got into character and became more confident. The cameras of the two photographers next to her "swish swish" recording every movement and expression of my wife. Sometimes she cupped her breasts, sometimes she stuck out her buttocks, making various seductive poses. The photographers' demands became increasingly bold, and finally they even went to my wife's side to take macro photos of every alluring part of her body.
"Sit down, spread your legs to the sides, come on, we want to capture the most beautiful parts and the most beautiful moments."
My wife sat on the red silk, her legs gradually opening, revealing her vulva after the makeup. My wife's vulva was still as tender and glistening as before, only now with a blush. This blush, set against the backdrop of her almost dripping vaginal fluid, made it look especially alluring.
"Use your little hands to slowly part your labia, let us see your most beautiful and attractive part."
My wife used her delicate fingers to part her labia, and the photographers immediately began snapping away at the small opening filled with vaginal fluid. My wife closed her eyes in embarrassment.
"Hold on, the love juice is about to drip down, let's capture the moment it drips, okay?"
My wife nodded gently, and then parted her labia a little more. A small stream of vaginal fluid dripped down her labia minora, and the two photographers' lenses flashed wildly at the same time.
"Very good! Very beautiful! Let's look at your clitoris again, okay? That most charming little bean."
My wife was completely in the zone, one hand continuing to part her labia, the other hand lifting up the tender flesh covering her clitoris, naturally creating another scene that would kill the photographers' film rolls.
"Let us see your little chrysanthemum, okay? It's your most private place, untouched by anyone."
My wife rolled over and lay face down on the silk, sticking her bottom up as high as possible, lightly touching her anus with her hand. To be honest, in the three years I've lived with my wife, I've never admired her little chrysanthemum like this before; it almost made me ejaculate.
The photographer took a few more full-body shots before yelling "Cut!" My wife lay on the floor, almost exhausted, and the photographer had to help her back to the dressing room. When my wife finally came out of the studio, I was waiting for her with lunch.
"Honey~ Where did you go this morning? I couldn't find you anywhere!"
"I went to the post-production team to help choose photos! How did the shoot go this morning?"
"Oh...it went well. I'll show you the photos when they're ready. Honey, will you come to the studio this afternoon?"
"I don't know yet! As long as the shoot goes smoothly, it's fine whether I come or not."
"Oh...honey, could you still help me choose photos this afternoon? Pick out some nice ones!"
The photographer told me that a storyline had been added to the afternoon shoot. Because my wife is cute and obedient, and completely like a student, the scene was set in a classroom. The scenario was that my wife stayed at school after class, secretly fantasizing about having sex. While she was engrossed in it, a few thugs came and raped her.
The photographer said that the rape scene would definitely be mainly processed in post-production, but to achieve the best effect, it would be best to take one or two photos that showed the rape a little bit, so there would be a contrast during processing. I was so excited that I didn't consider the consequences and said no problem, as long as my wife agreed.
The afternoon shoot began as scheduled, and I secretly watched from the second floor. The studio had been changed to a larger one, decorated like a classroom. When my wife came out of the dressing room, she was wearing a slightly tight school uniform with white stockings on her legs. A small ponytail accentuated her cute and innocent charm, and her eye makeup made her look even more captivating.
Clearly, the photographer had explained the shooting background to my wife in the dressing room. She cooperated by sitting at the table pretending to read a book, but occasionally lifted her school uniform skirt or pouted. Gradually, my wife got into character, unbuttoning her collar flower and the top few buttons of her uniform, occasionally revealing glimpses of her underwear to the photographer.
Following the photographer's directions, my wife exposed more and more, first slowly removing her bra. Through the thin school uniform shirt, her two small nipples were faintly visible, particularly alluring, subtly enticing the surrounding lecherous men. Later, she took off her panties through her school uniform skirt, kneading her breasts while reaching her hand inside the skirt, occasionally letting out panting sounds. Hearing my wife's voice, I knew she wasn't just posing; she was actually putting her fingers inside her vagina…
The photographer encouraged her to be increasingly bold, unbuttoning her shirt, pulling her skirt up further, and sitting on a chair with her legs spread, masturbating for him. My wife was now fully immersed in the role, her blushing face becoming even more alluring, her two large, watery eyes filled with desire. The photographer captured every exposed part of her body, especially her innocent yet yearning expression; anyone who saw it would be tempted to possess her.
Then the photographer whispered something in my wife's ear, and she buttoned her shirt back up, stood in front of the teacher's podium, and rubbed her vagina through the corner of the podium against her school uniform skirt. At this moment, four boys in school uniforms walked in from behind the studio. Each was over 1.8 meters tall, very strong, and extremely handsome; it was clear they were male models arranged by the photographer.
The photographer told them to be casual and not too posed, as the shoot would mainly consist of candid shots, with posing required at key moments. My wife was currently lying on the podium, her short skirt barely concealing her pert bottom, a wisp of dark hair faintly visible between her legs. The four male models, clearly aware of the situation beforehand, approached her, sometimes gently, sometimes roughly, pulling and tugging at her. At only 1.6 meters tall, my wife appeared helpless among them, completely at their mercy.
They laid her flat on the desk, removed her shoes, revealing her small feet encased in stockings. The four of them began kissing her fingers and toes, moving upwards. My wife, unaccustomed to such stimulation, let out a soft cry, appearing as if she were truly being raped. The photographer, of course, didn't miss this classic performance.
When they reached her upper thighs, her skirt and shirt were naturally removed, leaving only a cute garter belt. My wife shyly covered her chest, but the pubic hair around her vulva couldn't be concealed. She could only try to block the photographer's lens by turning her leg to the side. Actually, that was the effect the photographer wanted, and he could
n't help but loudly praise my wife's acting potential, saying her movements were spot on. "Now we'll officially enter the candid shooting stage, okay? Relax a little, just let your body feel it. It might hurt you a little when it's forced, but don't worry."
My wife nodded gently.
"They'll be simulating a rape, kissing you, kneading you, so be prepared and try not to shout 'stop,' okay?"
My wife nodded gently again.
Then, like wolves that have spotted their prey, the four male models took off their clothes, leaned against my wife, and kissed her all over her body. The two on top each sucked on one of my wife's nipples, and made my wife's small hands grab their penises and stroke them; the two on the bottom, one licked my wife's vulva, and the other sucked on my wife's little feet. My wife immediately lost control and tried to break free, but she was firmly pressed onto the table, only able to gasp for breath, feeling the stimulation on her body.
The photographer's lens flashed rapidly, not missing a single expression of his wife's arousal. Gradually, his wife went from resistance to submission, her breasts swelling even more from being kneaded, and the lustful juices from her little hole almost choked the model who was giving her oral sex.
The wife, who initially tried to break free, began to actively enjoy herself. She forcefully lifted the heads of the two male models above her, pressing their mouths against her nipples; her legs were spread wide open by the other two, who were fiddling with her labia and occasionally inserting their fingers into her vagina, causing her genitals to tremble.
"Xue'er, relax your lower body a bit. Let me take a picture of the deepest part of your vagina, okay? It might hurt a little, but please bear with it."
The wife was now enjoying the assault from the four men, completely ignoring their requests and obediently complying with everything. The wife slightly curled her legs apart, and the photographer moved to the position opposite her genitals, getting very close to her vagina. He then gestured for the two male models to insert their fingers into her vagina, initially stirring slowly to relax her vagina as much as possible, and then having them each add another finger.
My penis is less than 2.5 centimeters thick, and my wife's vagina is usually as tight as a virgin's. How could she withstand such a large stimulation? She cried out in pain. At this moment, a male model immediately put his mouth to my wife's clitoris. My wife didn't know what to do and started to twist her body. The photographer ignored my wife's cries and had two models use their fingers to stir my wife's vagina. Slowly, my wife's vagina could adapt a little, and she stopped crying out in pain. She just trembled and enjoyed the stimulation again and again.
The photographer gestured for the two models to remove one finger and only insert their middle finger, then try to spread my wife's vagina as wide as possible. After the stimulation, the extent to which my wife's vagina was open was astonishing. The photographer took a few pictures, but he was obviously not satisfied.
"Can you bear it a little longer? Spread it a little wider. It might hurt a little, but it will be over soon."
My wife nodded and adjusted her leg position to allow the two fingers to go in even deeper. The two male models inserted their fingers even more forcefully, prying open his wife's delicate little hole. This time, his wife was in excruciating pain, gripping the arms of the two models above her and screaming loudly. But his wife's little hole was still mercilessly opened. The photographer frantically took pictures for dozens of seconds, and after finishing, he also gasped for breath.
"So beautiful! So beautiful! You are the most beautiful one I have ever photographed. Your delicate little hole is covered with sexy buds. Your vagina is so tight, yet so shallow. I even filmed your cervix just now."
His wife listened to the photographer's praise while enjoying the onslaught from the four men. For a long time, the photographer didn't say anything, just letting the four men freely invade his wife's body. Two of the four men sucked her nipples, one sucked her clitoris, and one licked her anus, completely occupying his wife's four most sensitive spots. After a while, his wife started moaning softly again.
After a while, the photographer whispered to the male models, then said to his wife, "Now for the most crucial part. I'm going to shoot some shots of male models penetrating your body. This part will mainly be done in post-production on the computer, but to make it more realistic, it would be best if you could pose in some real positions, okay?"
"So... you mean... we have to let them penetrate you?" his wife asked timidly.
"Yes, actually, just a little bit is enough. The main thing is to compare the changes in the skin's smoothness during contact. That'll make it look more realistic." "
Then... give these photos to me alone, don't let my husband see them, okay... ah..." It seemed his wife had reached the peak of pleasure and couldn't control herself anymore, even moaning softly!
"Okay, let's begin!" The photographer arranged for a male model to place his penis against his wife's vaginal opening, letting the glans rub back and forth between her labia. His wife felt the stimulation from this huge glans, the friction from her clitoris to her perineum making her breathe deeply. This glans was at least 3 centimeters thick; his wife's satisfaction was definitely much stronger than what she got from me.
The photographer then gestured for the male model to slowly insert his penis a little further. His large glans was instantly halfway inside, accompanied by the release of vaginal fluid from her small opening. My wife let out a soft moan.
"Could you go a little deeper? We need to take a few more pictures,"
she said, nodding with her eyes closed.
The male model carefully and slowly inserted his penis again, until the entire glans was inside her, then withdrew, and then inserted another, repeating this process. My wife was extremely aroused, clutching her breasts, her eyes becoming glazed. I knew this was a sign she was about to climax.
But then the photographer had the male model stop and replaced him with another, repeating the same action… In this way, the glans of four male models had all been inside my wife's small opening. My wife was nearing her breaking point; from morning until now, there had been only stimulation without a real climax, and her body was definitely at its limit. The photographer understood this perfectly, so he saved the most stimulating moment for last.
"Shall we take a few more shots, like when you climax? Will you squirt or will there just be more fluid?"
My wife turned her head away shyly, biting her lip. It was clear she was conflicted. To climax in front of so many complete strangers was something she had never even considered, yet her body was making her unbearably excited.
"These photos will only be shown to you. You can choose which ones to make into an album and which ones to keep on your computer."
These words gave my wife immense courage. She nodded and said shyly, "I might squirt..."
The photographer raised the camera and aimed it at my wife's vulva. Then, two male models lifted her up, supporting her small buttocks with their hands while simultaneously sucking on her nipples. He had a third model sit directly under my wife's buttocks, pressing his tongue against her anus, and then had a final model place his mouth near my wife's clitoris while using his hands to separate her labia minora.
"Get ready now. When I say 'start,' stimulate her hard... Go!"
My wife's nipples were immediately bitten roughly, while a tongue under her anus began to penetrate deep into her vagina, thrusting in and out. The small tongue on her clitoris rubbed and pressed back and forth at top speed.
"Ah...ah...no...I'm going to...I'm going to come..." With my wife's loud cries, her vagina throbbed and swelled, like it was filled with water, then suddenly a large gush of fluid spurted out, almost wetting the camera lens. It lasted for about ten seconds before my wife trembled and stopped, collapsing softly into the male model's arms...
The people in the studio went wild, a cacophony of exclamations, whistles, and applause. My wife smiled at the staff and was carried into the dressing room.
I stood upstairs, watching this scene, masturbating, my own penis ejaculating. 'Soon I can let my wife realize her dream of having sex with someone else!' I thought confidently. After the photoshoot, I never mentioned the photos again. My wife probably sensed something was off. She had wanted to see her sexy photos, so why wasn't she looking for them anymore after the shoot? The day we received the album, Xue'er asked me in a coquettish tone, "Honey, it seems like a lot of my photos are missing! Some of the really good ones don't seem to be saved!"
Looking at her mischievous face, I chuckled to myself: "I didn't ask because I was afraid you'd be embarrassed! Hmph, I saw everything you did that day, you little flirt, trying to test me!" But I just calmly replied, "I saw everything! But there's nothing special about them, not as sexy as your colleagues' photos!" Hearing my answer, Xue'er seemed much relieved and whispered in my ear, "Honey, let me tell you a secret! When you weren't here, they were taking advantage of me and secretly took a lot of pictures of my private parts! But I didn't let them keep them." My wife thought I really believed that only the photos in the album were taken, so she deliberately teased me with these words. I lazily wrapped my arm around my wife's slender waist, and lightly touched Xue'er's nipple with my lips through her shirt, saying, "Really? You have to tell your husband where you filmed!"

Xue'er, having been trained by me to go braless, breathed rapidly at the touch: "Yes, they filmed everything! They filmed my whole body! They even took off my panties." "Did they
film your little hole?"
"Ah...yes...they filmed all the way inside! They even filmed my little butt!"
After my long and careful training, my wife had become much more sensitive than before. Looking at her dazed eyes and her already erect nipples, I immediately took her down.
My penis is rather short and thin, making it difficult for me to satisfy my wife through thrusting, but perhaps because she was more aroused than before, she could now reach orgasm quickly under my thrusting. Although she didn't ejaculate, her weak cries and trembling body filled me with pride.
I initially thought Xue'er would develop as I envisioned. After that incident in the studio where she was exposed to a strange photographer, and even after being sexually assaulted by a male model, she seemed more accepting of other men's caresses and sexual acts. However, my wife only became more aroused during sex with me, but she still didn't open up to other men. She declined several arranged meetings with online enthusiasts, offering various excuses. With so much time passing, it felt like we were going back to square one, and all my efforts and arrangements would be wasted.
No, I realized this period might be the crucial moment for my wife's success in the final cuckolding attempt. If I couldn't seize the opportunity, it would be difficult to get her into a wanton role again. So, I began to carefully analyze the arrangements I had made for my wife from the beginning until the photoshoot.
First, I've come to the conclusion that my wife is inherently promiscuous. Whether it was her later initiative to perform striptease and masturbation for other netizens in online chat rooms, her near-rape by Xiao Mo, or even her willingness to expose her body to the photographer in the studio, tacitly allowing the male model to finger and perform oral sex on her, including the final orgasm where she ejaculated, all of this demonstrates that my wife is a born slut, yearning to be violated.
Second, every time there's a breakthrough, taking it a step further is extremely difficult. Either it requires my strong insistence, or a very special opportunity and coincidence; my wife herself will never take the next step. Third
, overall, although the environments were different each time, the people she interacted with didn't pose any threat to her, making her feel safe. The people online don't know my wife, Xiao Mo used to pursue her and is now a friend, and the photographer provided her with a private studio where no one else could enter; the photos wouldn't be known by others. If she were to meet someone in real life and have that kind of thing happen, my wife would definitely worry about how others would perceive her.
In summary, I realized that the obstacle preventing Xue'er from becoming more promiscuous was her anxiety about how others would perceive her if she did so in real life—in short, her shyness.
Shyness, which was once an alluring quality when I was pursuing Xue'er and a source of thrill during our sex life, had now become an obstacle to my success. I resolved to help Xue'er overcome this psychological influence and live her true self.
Of course, based on my analysis, I needed to take the initiative and force Xue'er to overcome her shyness so she could enjoy the pleasures of promiscuity. With this theoretical foundation, the next step was action. How could I get her to adapt to a promiscuous role? Getting my wife used to exposure and having her privacy shared with strangers seemed like a good idea.
So, in the following days, I deliberately ignored Xue'er and occasionally threw tantrums at her. Xue'er, unaware of my coldness, assumed I was tired of her and became increasingly worried, becoming even more compliant with me. Sometimes, when I was being unreasonable and throwing a tantrum at her, she would secretly lower her head and wipe away her tears. I felt sorry for her, especially seeing her pitiful expression and her big, watery eyes. I wanted to hug her and comfort her. But for the sake of final victory, I had to persevere.
Finally, one day, Xue'er asked if I was ignoring her because she wasn't good enough, not as promiscuous as I thought. I felt the time was right, so I told her, "That's exactly it. I don't want our future life to be so bland and tasteless. Why can other women enjoy excitement and stimulation, enjoy the pleasure of promiscuity, but you can't?"
Xue'er was suddenly startled by my bluntness, then looked at me sadly and asked, "Honey, do you really want me to become promiscuous? If I become promiscuous, won't you regret it?"
I firmly told her, "I want a wife who knows how to enjoy life, who can be promiscuous when she needs to, not a haggard housewife..."
Xue'er rested her head in my arms and said, "Honey, I'll try my best, okay? I'll listen to you." "
Then I'll call an online friend over now, and we'll rape you together," I said.
"…Honey, I'm scared…I can't accept it." My wife looked at me with pleading eyes.
"You were just lying to me, you don't want to become lewd at all!" I pushed her away, stood up, and walked out.
"Honey, don't go! I'll agree to anything except this. Give me some time, okay? I need to adjust…"
My wife had fallen for it, and I was secretly delighted.
"Alright then, you're right. It's impossible to completely meet my requirements all at once. Since you've agreed to adjust, let's try together."
Seeing that I had suddenly softened, my wife happily hugged my neck and kissed me.
"Xue'er, your clothes are all too ladylike, they don't have any sexy vibe at all. Let's go to the mall and pick out some new clothes for you!"
"Okay, okay, whatever you say, honey."
"But Xue'er isn't allowed to wear a bra when trying on clothes. All the customers around have to see that Xue'er is a little slut who doesn't like wearing bras."
Xue'er lowered her head shyly: "That's embarrassing! I just want my husband to see his wife without a bra..." "
If my wife doesn't agree, then forget I said anything. I knew all my efforts were useless." I deliberately provoked her.
"Honey, don't be angry, I'll try, okay? I'll do my best." Xue'er blushed, pouted, and took my hand.
Ha! Finally, the plan can move forward a little further.
Around 2 PM, we went to a bustling indoor shopping district. All sorts of shopping malls were packed together like queues, and since it was the weekend, every mall was crowded with shoppers.
I took Xue'er into a rather trendy brand store. You can try to guess which one; they're practically everywhere in shopping malls. This store had two brands right next to each other, with similar styles, and another brand's menswear section was always nearby. You're probably pretty sure you can guess it. Before we even entered, a friendly saleswoman greeted us: "Handsome guy, beautiful lady, come take a look! Our spring/summer new arrivals!"
I pulled Xue'er around for a bit. Just as I expected, this store had many deep V-necks and semi-transparent styles, perfect for showing off Xue'er's figure. So I grabbed a white sweater and a very thin t-shirt. The white sweater was tightly knitted, with a slightly deep neckline and a beautiful drape; I was sure my wife's fair breasts would be quite visible in it. The t-shirt, while not transparent, was very thin, and my wife's sensitive nipples would definitely stand out prominently.
I whispered to Xue'er, "Honey, try these two outfits on, but don't wear a bra. Everyone in the store has to see you're a girl without a bra."
Xue'er blushed and nodded, taking the two outfits into the fitting room.
What was usually a short wait turned into a frantic one as I eagerly imagined my wife wearing these revealing clothes.
Finally, my wife emerged in her first outfit: a white sweater with a deep V-neck. To my great disappointment, she blushed deeply, her head bowed, arms crossed over her chest, completely obscuring her most attractive feature. She only gestured for me to come over to see her from the farthest mirror. Needless to say, I was incredibly disappointed, but with so many other people changing, I couldn't ask her for anything more and could only give her a cold stare.
My wife probably understood what I was looking at, and stiffly lowered her arms slightly, revealing a tiny bit of her white breasts—but it was far from what I expected.
Just then, a sales assistant who had just greeted us and then attended to other customers saw my wife had finished changing and beckoned to her, "Beautiful lady, it fits perfectly! Come, let your husband see." She pulled my wife over.
My wife, too embarrassed to refuse, was practically dragged to the middle of the fitting area. Now, my wife, already possessing an outstanding figure and appearance, could no longer escape the eyes of the several lecherous men around us. The well-fitting blouse accentuated her enviable figure, and the deep V-neck design revealed a glimpse of her snow-white breasts. Although it was only a glimpse, it was already incredibly alluring, and what was even more captivating was the faint outline of her nipples, fueling endless fantasies.
The men waiting for their girlfriends to try on clothes all focused their gazes on my wife, some even failing to notice when their own wives came out after changing.
My wife was clearly still uncomfortable with this slight exposure, almost stammering as she asked me, "Honey, does it... look good?"
"Your figure looks okay, but overall it's too ordinary, there's nothing special about it. Go try on that other dress and see!" Then I walked to my wife's side and whispered, "If you continue to hide like this, don't blame me for not trusting you anymore."
My wife clearly took my last sentence seriously. When she came out of the second dress, although she was still blushing and a little shy, she went straight to the middle of the fitting area where there were the most people.
The second dress was even more alluring because its material was exceptionally thin. Combined with the direct stimulation of her nipples from the fabric, and her own shyness and desire to be exposed, her nipples stood out prominently against the fabric, creating two obvious bulges that were impossible to hide.
At this point, the men around them stared intently at this naked beauty, and even several of the waiters serving customers noticed the issue and exchanged knowing glances.
To make matters worse, the girl serving us approached us and whispered, "Beautiful lady, you're not wearing a bra, are you?" My wife stammered and nodded in acknowledgment. Then the girl added, "Sigh! Beautiful women with such great figures like you love to dress like this. I'd like to dress like this too, but I don't have the figure, so I don't dare."
My wife seemed pleased by the compliment and admired herself in the mirror again. I thought to myself that I was just giving the onlookers around me a little more pleasure.
As we left the store, my wife blinked and asked me, "Honey, everyone says I have a great figure! Don't you think so?"
I replied curtly, "Don't forget why we came out today! You behaved terribly at first, and I was so angry I wanted to leave."
"I was wrong, honey, I'll listen to you, please don't be angry!" my wife said timidly.
"Okay, then we'll see how you behave from now on. If you're still so shy and not assertive, I really will leave."
We went back and forth to several stores, and my wife cooperated quite a bit, trying on many low-cut or semi-transparent clothes. The stores were full of allure, a feast for the eyes, and I don't know how many lecherous men were tempted. Some even tried to take a few pictures with their phones, but of course I cleverly covered them up. At least I don't want photos of my wife without underwear to appear online.
Most of the clothes I picked out for my wife were on the revealing side, while the ones she chose were more conservative. But the funny thing is, there was one dress that my wife picked out herself, and it became the one that made her the most embarrassed. The dress didn't seem particularly alluring; it was just a strapless design in a slightly shimmering golden fabric, with a slightly flared skirt that gave it a European-style cocktail dress feel. I initially thought it was just average, but my wife loved it and insisted on trying it on, so I agreed.
When she came out of the dressing room, I nearly had a nosebleed. My wife is used to trying on clothes without a bra. Completely naked, she was only covered by this seemingly secure dress, but I doubt even she realized that when it hung, it had what appeared to be two layers of shimmering fabric, making it look very thick. But when she wore it, only one layer of fabric covered her body, which was shockingly transparent. To put it another way, imagine hanging two layers of shimmering gold fabric together, then opening them up and looking through one layer against your hand – that's how you'd understand.
In short, my wife was completely exposed from head to toe, without even realizing it. Two round breasts and pink nipples were clearly visible under the store's spotlight, as were her slender waist and pert buttocks. More importantly, her slightly thick pubic hair was shamelessly exposed, leaving even the sales assistant speechless with surprise. My
wife looked at me, the sales assistant, and two other customers with bewildered expressions, then slowly turned to look at herself in the mirror. She was instantly terrified, her face turning pale, and she ran back to the fitting room.
I think it was just that the store was relatively empty; if there had been a few more perverts, they would have definitely forced Xue'er into the fitting room and raped her. There's a story behind this dress, but to avoid interrupting the narrative, I'll add it at the end of this chapter!
My wife came out of the dressing room blushing as she changed. Luckily, the sales assistant was very considerate and didn't ask any more questions. She just whispered to Xue'er, "You have a great figure. Your husband is so lucky." As we walked out, the two girls who had been picking out clothes in the store were also whispering to each other, "Great figure... and the hair is so pretty and cute!" I saw the smile on my wife's flushed cheeks, which she couldn't hide, and I knew that she actually enjoyed the compliments.
Seizing the opportunity, I immediately made a new request to Xue'er, who was still basking in the afterglow of the compliments: "With such a great figure, you should show it off and let them all be envious. Your performance just now was not bad, but overall you were too reserved and not natural at all. Next time you try on clothes, you should talk to the sales assistant more."
My wife blushed and asked me, "Husband, are you still not satisfied? Then what should I do?"
Hearing my wife ask me in a coquettish voice, I quickly pulled Xue'er to the emergency exit stairs, rubbing her breasts while breathing into her ear: "Next, I'll pick out more revealing clothes, and I'll find a male sales assistant specifically. You have to chat with that male sales assistant! Have him take you around the store to pick out clothes so that other men can see how sexy you are."
"Husband, you're so naughty! Don't touch my breasts... What kind of clothes should I pick out, husband?" Xue'er said in a coquettish voice as I attacked her from both sides.
"Pick the most revealing ones, so your nipples and pubic hair are showing..." I said, reaching my hand under Xue'er's skirt. Even through her panties, I could feel her little hole was already soaking wet.
"Husband... don't tease me..." my wife replied weakly, wiggling her little bottom and clinging to my neck.
Taking advantage of my wife's current arousal, I immediately took her to a girls' clothing store that was packed with people. It happened to be having a sale, and the store was full of girls browsing for clothes, and of course, their boyfriends and husbands were there too. When we entered the store, we deliberately found an area where male sales staff were standing. Sure enough, this young man enthusiastically introduced clothes to my wife, while I eagerly searched for suitable clothes to completely expose her.
Suddenly, a garment caught my eye: a pale orange sweater. The collar and batwing sleeves were quite ordinary, but the front featured a pattern of transparent, fine mesh resembling tree bark. The mesh was about two or three centimeters wide, running from the neckline to the waist, and there were many of them. The mesh filling these patterns was extremely sparse, and because it was made of incredibly fine interwoven threads, it was practically see-through. Clearly, the design was for wearing a t-shirt underneath, using the sheer mesh to highlight the pattern of the inner garment. But today, I was going to let my wife wear it without a bra.
I secretly encouraged her, and she took off the sweater, smiling as she slipped into the fitting room. During this time, I vividly imagined how it would look on her. If the transparent mesh were positioned right at her nipples, her small nipples would be almost completely exposed. Thinking about this, I almost trembled with excitement, a mixture of anticipation and fear.
Just as I was lost in thought, my wife emerged from the fitting room like a lotus rising from the water, walking out with a blush and a graceful air. The slightly loose blouse clung to her fair, delicate body, barely concealing her alluring figure.
What had appeared as mere orderly, transparent lines on the clothesline now seemed much wider and more transparent, perfectly showcasing her two seemingly small, yet round and firm breasts within the lines. Not to mention her pink nipples, their color intensified by engorgement, standing even more erect, almost bursting free from the constraints of the sheer mesh.
My wife slowly approached, saying in a slightly excited yet seductive tone, "Honey~~ Does this look good?"
Her seductive voice naturally reached the ears of the other lecherous men around her, who all turned to look at this cute yet wanton young woman. Instantly, all eyes in the dressing room were fixed on my wife. She gracefully turned, showered with affection, and gazed at her wanton reflection in the mirror.
The sales assistant, mesmerized, trembled, "This dress… size 160… is a little… the length is right, but a bit wide. You're too thin, beautiful…"
My wife smiled playfully, then reached behind her and tightened the fabric at the back, making the front more constricted, the thin threads digging into her nipples. "Will it look better if it's tighter? I like it loose!" Her voice remained as wanton as ever, making the lecherous men around us lose their composure; several had erections.
"Honey, what do you think of this one?"
I, still caught up in excitement and nervousness, forced a calm reply, "It's alright. Let's see if there's anything better." Then my wife and I left the fitting area.
As soon as we emerged, I saw the dress I'd been eyeing for a long time on my right: a dark blue mesh dress. It was called a dress, but it barely covered her buttocks by a few centimeters. More importantly, the fabric was a woven mesh, and although the mesh wasn't large, it was about the size of a little fingertip when hanging, and it would definitely look even bigger when worn. It was paired with a white t-shirt and jeans, clearly making it more of an outer layer.
When I first saw the dress, I thought that if I wore it as suggested in the store, it wouldn't be considered lewd at all, but wearing just this outer layer would be too over-the-top. But at that moment, all I could think about was excitement and thrill; I wished I could strip my wife naked right there in the mall.
Just then, the male salesperson who had served us went over to call out to the other male salespeople, probably wanting them to see my wife's lewd side. I whispered to my wife, "My dear wife, you're amazing! Let me satisfy you completely today! Let's go all out! Go change out of this dress, and then walk around the store with the sales assistant in it, okay? Let as many people as possible see your little nipples, the better." Then I added, "I'll pretend to make a phone call and leave for a while, so you won't feel pressured. Don't be shy, be natural." After saying that, I squeezed my wife's hand.
Xue'er was now overwhelmed with excitement. She touched the fabric of the dress and took it off anyway. My wife went into the dressing room, while I, unable to control my excitement and trembling body, pretended to make a phone call and left the noisy store.
Sure enough, the male sales assistant went to inform her. When Xue'er entered the dressing room, two more male sales assistants followed her not far away. The three of them exchanged glances, pretending to be gentlemen on the surface.
My wife's performance had already attracted the attention of all the men in the fitting room. Seeing her go back into the dressing room, they all waited patiently, remaining seated and focused on her, ignoring their girlfriends' questions.
Finally, amidst everyone's anticipation, my wife appeared. Apart from my wife and me, no one present could believe that she hadn't worn a lining, bra, or panties in that blue dress—she was completely naked! And the effect was just as I expected. The mesh couldn't conceal her alluring body at all, and the drape of the dress made the mesh even wider. Even though I was standing quite far away, I could still clearly see her two small nipples protruding from the fabric, and her adorable breasts stretched the mesh openings even larger.
Moreover, because she wasn't wearing panties, her sexy, white buttocks and playful pubic hair were also visible; even more exciting was the tight-fitting design at the bottom, which allowed a few of her slightly thick pubic hairs to peek out from under the dress. The deep blue dress against my wife's fair skin made her look radiant, as if she were under a spotlight.
The people in the fitting room stirred, pacing back and forth, admiring her body from every angle. My wife glanced at me a few times, not noticing, and then settled into admiring herself in the mirror. The male sales assistant immediately followed her, whispering something to her. My wife blushed slightly but still followed him out of the fitting room. His two companions also took the opportunity to surround her, seemingly introducing her to clothes in their store or complimenting her figure. Once
my wife was out of the fitting room, almost everyone immediately noticed this scantily clad, cute, and beautiful woman; countless eyes were fixed on her. Some lecherous men even deliberately bumped into her, pretending to be careless, and then secretly touched her firm buttocks. Others were bolder, brushing against her body, their arms and hands rubbing against her nipples and pubic hair.
My wife was clearly very shy, but she was completely absorbed in the moment, allowing those audacious lecherous men to touch her sensitive areas with ease. The three male shop assistants also cooperated by leading her to various clothing sections in the store, frequently taking off clothes to try on, their hands naturally roaming over her body. In
some less crowded areas, they even took the opportunity, while helping her try on tank tops and overalls, to gently knead her breasts and the small opening covered by her pubic hair. Each time, they would deliberately pull her nipples a little further out of the mesh and pluck a tuft of pubic hair from the mesh. After the whole process, my wife was almost exhausted and was helped into the fitting room under everyone's gaze.
I was also leaning weakly against the wall in the distance; I had almost ejaculated when I saw one of the male shop assistants put his hand into her pubic hair. After my wife came out of the fitting room, we fled the mall like lightning and immediately went home to have sex.
I threw my wife onto the bed and excitedly thrust into her little hole that had just been touched. My wife, more than ever before, cried out loudly in response to my penetration.
As I slapped my wife's buttocks and thrust in from behind, she even started rubbing her clitoris with her fingers. Soon, my wife and I both reached orgasm simultaneously. I collapsed onto the bed, exhausted, while my wife seemed far from satisfied. After I ejaculated, she took out an electric vibrator and pressed it against her sensitive clitoris, enjoying wave after wave of orgasms…
Oh, and about that gold European-style transparent dress, I'll mention it last. Later, I took Xue'er to other shopping malls to continue this game; it was too dangerous to do it in the same mall. When we saw the dress again in another mall, my wife was able to try it on confidently and even pay for it. The lecherous men around us were naturally enjoying the view, while we reached the peak of excitement with each and every such game.
Each time this happened, I couldn't satisfy my wife's ever-increasing lust. This kind of exposure quickly aroused her, and unlike before, once she was aroused, she didn't calm down after a short while; instead, she waited a long time, like a little slut, for penetration. I was actually a little worried then…

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