Confessions of a Wife

My name is Liza, I'm 40 years old, and 163cm tall. Although I'm well into my late twenties, I still
maintain a pretty good figure and appearance (32C-24-32), and I still get a lot of attention on the street.
My husband and I have lived in this courtyard house for several years now, but I felt that some of the articles we read over the years weren't entirely truthful, so
with my husband's encouragement, I decided to write down what happened in the past.
From high school onwards, I was constantly surrounded by boys, but because I grew up in a very
conservative family, I didn't have my first boyfriend until I graduated from graduate school. Although we
progressed to full-body caresses after knowing each other for only two months, and I even helped him masturbate, I traditionally believed that I had to give my virginity
to my husband, so I was still a virgin when I got married!
My first relationship lasted a year because I felt that my boyfriend needed sex more than he loved me, so it
ended without a trace. Later, through a senior classmate's introduction, I met my husband. He was a master's graduate from a prestigious American university. He wasn't tall
, but he had a very scholarly air about him and was a very refined-looking person. I was immediately attracted to him at our first meeting, and
we got married nine months later.
His family was well-off, so after our marriage, we bought a small house in the suburbs and lived a sweet
married life. I went from a naive virgin to a wife. However, our sex life wasn't as passionate as many novels portray.
Sex felt very comfortable to me, but orgasm was just a term from books! I read many
books about it, but no one could give me an answer. In the end, I concluded that I was probably one of the 85% of women who never experienced orgasm
!
After marriage, my husband bought some pornographic films to watch, hoping to add more passion to our lives. However, most of the
pornographic films (especially those without a plot) didn't feel tempting to me at all; instead, they made me feel disgusted. My husband's
penis is about the same size as my ex-boyfriend's, around 13 to 14 centimeters. Seeing the large penises of Black men from Europe and America, I actually
felt relieved that my husband's wasn't that big, otherwise sex would be a very painful experience.
I originally thought our sex life would be this mundane, but who knew...
A year after our marriage, 　　my husband and some friends 　　started a computer company . The new company was far from
home, and he couldn't pick me up and drop me off. 　　Plus , 　　I 　　was getting a bit tired of my old job, so 　　I decided to switch to a less demanding job that was closer to home. That's how my story began. === ... 　　My job often involves contact with our sales representatives. These representatives are almost always around 　　my cubicle at the company, chatting and gossiping, making suggestive remarks and taking liberties with me. They'll say things like, "Last night I went to 　　a club with some hospital director," "How sexy the girls were," or "They treated me to dinner tonight," and so on. 　　At first, they were more reserved, but soon they started talking about 　　things like going to a hotel with girls and how virile they were! I'd blush and not know what to do. My boss would often come to my rescue 　　, and I gradually developed feelings for him. 　　Company policy requires us to wear skirts to work, and I enjoy showing off my long legs. I can often feel 　　greedy eyes focused on my legs, constantly trying to peek under my skirt, forcing me to be constantly on guard 　　against any wardrobe malfunctions. 　　Most guys think girls who like to wear short skirts are promiscuous, but for me, I 　　just really want to show off my legs. I only feel happy when a man I admire notices my legs 　　; if a man I don't like stares at them, I just feel disgusted. 　　I thought my boss was a gentleman, not like those sales representatives who are lecherous, until 　　one day at the end of June… 　　The foreign company had endless meetings and reports at the end of the quarter. After the business review meeting that day, 　　my boss asked me to take some documents to his office because he needed to revise a report for headquarters. 　　My boss's room has a sofa for entertaining guests; it's a recessed sofa, and I 　　have to be very careful every time I sit down or get up, otherwise it's easy to expose myself (female readers will understand). 　　After discussing the revisions, I accidentally spilled the documents on the floor when I stood up. My boss and I both 　　knelt down to pick them up. In my haste, I didn't pay attention to my posture. While picking up the documents, I suddenly noticed my boss's movements 　　slowed down (a woman's intuition). I didn't dare look him in the eye, so I glanced at him out of the corner of my eye. I saw 　　his gaze fixed between my legs. Remembering that I was wearing slightly see-through underwear that day, my most private 　　parts were completely exposed, I was instantly mortified and didn't know what to do. I pretended nothing was wrong and continued picking up the documents. 　　When I hurriedly finished and stood up, I noticed my boss was still squatting on the floor. He didn't stand up immediately; instead, he turned 　　his back to me before standing up. But I noticed a large tent had formed between his legs. In an instant, 　　both of our faces turned red, like children caught doing something wrong. 　　I rushed out of the room and into the bathroom, feeling my heart pounding. Sitting on the toilet, I realized my 　　vagina was so wet that my underwear was soaked. Through my soaked underwear, my pubic hair and labia were clearly visible 　　. The thought that my boss had just seen my most private parts and caused him to become aroused filled me with mixed emotions 　　—a bittersweet mix of sweetness and shyness. 　　I don't know how I got home that day; my mind was filled with the look in his eyes as he stared between my legs. That 　　night, I desperately hoped my husband wouldn't work overtime and would come home to be with me. This was the first time I felt empty and needed a warm, hard 　　penis to fill me, but my wish was dashed; my husband still had to work overtime. While showering, thinking about that burning gaze 　　, I couldn't help but masturbate, imagining his erect penis, and I reached my first orgasm. 　　From that day on, there seemed to be a hint of ambiguity between my boss and me. I felt he was looking at me more often 　　, and I paid more attention to my appearance. Even when answering the phone with his wife, I felt a little awkward.

The boss's wife was an ordinary-looking woman, but she seemed a bit seductive (perhaps what men would call flirtatious). According to other
colleagues, she kept a close eye on the boss (often calling to check up on him) and insisted that his secretary
be married.
Soon after, the company needed renovations due to excellent performance, and half the staff had to move upstairs to make room.
Because of work requirements, the boss asked me to move into his office. Since it was temporary, only the desk was moved, without a partition
. My desk had no screen in front of it, and it was placed opposite the sofa at a 90-degree angle to the boss's desk.
People sitting on the sofa could clearly see my legs, and I could easily expose myself if I wasn't careful.
Since moving into the office, I noticed more colleagues coming into the boss's office to talk and chat,
and most of them were still focused on my legs. To get rid of these annoying flies, I turned my desk
45 degrees. The flies decreased after the change, but the boss's view became even better, and it seemed like he
spent more time at his desk.
One day, the boss and general manager were in a meeting. The boss called and asked me to find some information on his computer.
After returning the call, I found a JPEG file on his computer that was open (not active), named "liza
00001". Curious, I opened it and blushed. It was a photo of a woman's underwear showing.
The color of her underwear was clearly visible. Upon closer inspection, although I couldn't see the woman's face, the background and clothing
convinced me it was me.
Continuing, I found over a dozen similar photos, all taken after the office was moved in. Some
even showed clearly visible pubic hair (I have quite a lot). It dawned on me—I finally understood why the boss 　　had
recently gotten a new phone with a 5MP camera. 　　(II) Confession 　　Just as I was looking for other photos, I heard my boss's voice. I hurriedly ran back to my seat and pretended to be busy, 　　while secretly glancing at him. Luckily, after giving me some instructions, he took his laptop (back then, only 　　managers in our foreign-invested company had one!) and went back to his meeting. 　　Although my boss was gone, my heart was pounding, and I couldn't calm down for a long time. Suddenly, I wondered if 　　I had restored the files to their original state in my haste. Would my boss find out that I had seen them? 　　How would I face him when he returned? The more I thought about it, the more confused I became. So I quickly left a note for my boss, using a headache as an excuse to go 　　home. 　　I boarded the bus. Since it wasn't rush hour, the bus was quite empty. I chose a seat and sat down, my mind still 　　racing. I kept thinking: 　　Did the boss find out? If he did, can I still go to work? Why did he take pictures 　　up my skirt? He did something he shouldn't have, so why didn't I feel angry? Instead , I felt like I 　　'd been caught doing something wrong. Did I subconsciously want to expose him? Was I really that lewd 　　? Then I remembered how I masturbated after my last wardrobe malfunction… my head was about to explode. 　　Suddenly, the car braked sharply, bringing me back to reality. A 　　couple who looked like college students were sitting opposite me, and I was certain his gaze had been fixed on my crotch before the car stopped. His 　　girlfriend looked innocent and pretty, wearing a short skirt, though her calves were a bit thick. 　　'Why do guys with girlfriends still peep at other women?' 　　The car braked again, and in the swaying motion, the girl across from me involuntarily opened her legs. For a fleeting moment 　　, I saw between her legs. The boy across from me must have seen what he wanted to see too, right? I really don't understand why men 　　are so interested in women's crotches. 　　But I still can't understand why, when I was being spied on by a strange boy on the bus, I didn't 　　feel the same way I did when my boss was spying on me in the office that day. 　　I tossed and turned all night, unable to sleep. The next morning, I didn't have the courage or know how to face my boss, so I 　　called him to ask for a day off. His voice sounded normal; he just told me to get some rest. After hanging up, 　　I went back to sleep, feeling groggy. I suddenly felt like I was standing on a stage wearing a miniskirt, surrounded by colleagues 　　, with my boss sitting right in the middle. They were all snapping photos of me, and the flashes and camera clicks 　　grew louder and louder. I jolted awake; it was the phone ringing. 　　After hanging up my husband's call to check on me, I was about to get out of bed when the phone rang again. This time it was my boss calling to ask about some 　　reports due today. After discussing business, he unusually offered some words of concern, which 　　warmed my heart. 　　After hanging up, I realized I was covered in sweat, so I took a shower. When I finished , it 　　was almost noon. Thinking about how hot it was outside, I didn't want to go out, so I called the small shop at the end of the alley to order takeout. After ordering 　　takeout, I took my clothes to the balcony to wash. 　　Not long after, the doorbell rang. I wondered why the landlady was so quick. Since I had just showered, I was only wearing 　　my pajamas (I usually wear my husband's old shirts as pajamas at home). I was thinking of putting on some underwear before answering the door, but the doorbell 　　rang again. I figured it was usually the landlady or her daughter-in-law delivering the food, and besides, the shirt was quite long and 　　I couldn't see anything from across the street, so I grabbed some change and went to answer the door. To 　　my surprise, the owner was standing outside with a large bag of takeout food. As soon as the door opened, the owner exclaimed 　　, "It's so hot, so hot!" and said as she walked into the house, "I have to go to a meeting at the nearby XX Hospital this afternoon 　　, and I was worried you weren't feeling well..." There was probably no lunch, so I bought some takeout to eat with me. I didn't expect the soup to be so 　　hot! 　　I didn't even have a chance to stop myself; the owner had already put the food on the table. I could only rush to the kitchen 　　to get bowls and plates to fill with the food, my mind racing with thoughts of what to do. The busier I got, the more chaotic things became. As I left the kitchen, I tripped on the threshold and 　　almost fell. The owner saw this and quickly reached out to help me, his hand landing squarely on my chest, pulling my 　　shirt up quite a bit. 　　He definitely knew I wasn't wearing a bra. He seemed stunned or something, but he wouldn't let go, his eyes just 　　looking down. For a moment, we both felt incredibly embarrassed and didn't know what to do! 　　Just as the owner was about to make a move, the doorbell rang. I quickly pulled away, put down the bowls and plates, and shouted, "Who is it?"

"It's me, the delivery lady," the landlady's voice came in.
I quickly gestured for the owner to sit on the sofa, straightened my clothes, and went to open the door.
After seeing the landlady off, I put the food down, apologized to the owner, and hurriedly went into the room to change. Once inside,
I felt completely drained, both embarrassed and flustered. I took a few deep breaths and quickly put on my bra and panties. In my haste, I couldn't
find any trousers, so I just put on a skirt.
When I came out of the bedroom, the owner was putting the food into bowls and plates, asking me where the chopsticks were, as if nothing
had happened!
I took the chopsticks and sat down to eat with the owner. He talked about company matters while eating, and I knew he
was trying to embarrass me, but I didn't dare look up at him, so I just kept quiet. Finally, I finished eating and invited
the owner to sit in the living room. I made him a cup of tea and sat on the other sofa next to him.
A long silence followed. The boss coughed and said, "Liza, I'm sorry! You've probably seen
the photos on my computer. I didn't mean to invade your privacy. I really couldn't help myself. Would you like to hear what I have to say?"
(
III) The Secret
The boss began in a low voice, "This is a secret and pain hidden in my heart. Whatever your final
decision, I hope you can keep it a secret. Ten years ago, I was in a car accident. I'm not seriously injured,
but I've been unable to have a normal married life since then. These past ten years have been a nightmare for me. A few years ago, I even looked for
folk remedies everywhere, but I've given up hope in the last two years. That day, I happened to see something in the office..."
After saying "saw" several times, the boss finally mustered up the courage to continue, "That thing I shouldn't have seen, your
private parts, actually made me... This rekindled hope in my life!"
Silence. After a while, the boss, head buried in his hands, choked back tears and continued, “However, after I got home that day,
I tried it myself, but it didn’t work, which disappointed me greatly. Unexpectedly, the office was being renovated recently,
and you moved into my office. Occasionally, when you accidentally exposed yourself, I would get an arousal, so I had the idea to take pictures
, hoping that having photos would help. So I bought a camera and took
some pictures during your lunch break… Please forgive me; if you don’t want it, I will delete the files immediately.”
After hearing his story, I felt a mix of emotions (shame and sympathy), and a whole host of questions flashed through my mind
. After a moment of silence, I mustered my courage and asked, “Didn’t seeing a doctor work? Is there any other way?
Has your wife seen those photos? Does she know it’s me? Did it work?” After rattling off these questions, my face was already
flushed with embarrassment!
“As you know, I have connections with many well-known hospitals and doctors across the country. The doctor said it's due to nerve
damage, causing a problem with the connection to the central nervous system. There's no cure at this stage, and surgery isn't an option; it's all down to luck
! My wife hasn't seen these photos because I didn't want her to know before things were confirmed.”
The boss paused for a moment, then continued, as if he had something difficult to say: “We've
tried everything we could, methods that most people wouldn't try. We've tried countless methods—porn, adult magazines—none of
them worked. The only thing that worked was when I looked at those photos and tried it myself, but
I don't know if it actually helped during intercourse.
You're a good secretary and a good girl, and I don't want you to leave because of this, so I
'm telling you my most private secret. I hope you can forgive me.”
The boss's helpless appearance and tone, along with his pitiful past, made me feel very sorry for him (perhaps it was a woman's maternal instinct
). Sometimes, a man's tears are very effective!
The thought that this man, so influential in the office and in the industry, had such a pitiful and helpless
painful past filled me with an urge to hug him and comfort him. However, the thought of him
masturbating while looking at his most private photos... ah... ah... oh! And then I thought,
what would I do if my husband lost his sexual ability? Although I don't feel a high sex drive right now, sex is truly a wonderful
thing. What would a married life be like without sex?
Thinking about this, I felt even more sympathy for his wife and him; a woman's compassion and maternal instinct completely overwhelmed
reason!
"So, do you want to keep those photos? Will you let your wife know? How will I face
her if she finds out? Will these photos really help you? Can you guarantee they won't leak out?"
The boss shook his head and said, "I know it's unfair to you if I keep these photos, but I
still hope you can agree, because being an incomplete man is something no one else can imagine! Remember
that day last week when I left the company very early? That day, after taking the photos, I couldn't
wait to know the answer, so I went home early.
I've said everything I shouldn't have said, and I'm not afraid of you laughing at me or looking down on me.
The emotion and joy I felt when I felt like a man again is something no outsider can understand. You and I have been colleagues for almost two years, so you should
know me somewhat. Promise me, okay? I promise you I will never show the photos to anyone! Don't push me back
into the abyss of pain!"
Hearing this, I knew I had surrendered!
"Has this been your way of life all these years? Why did it only work with me?"
My question made the boss's face darken again. He said, "I've resigned myself to my fate these past few years. I don't want to wrong her
and make her live a life of widowhood, so I've never cared about her life outside. She's been away from home more and
more these past few years, and I don't want to know what she's doing outside.
I've poured almost all my energy into my career these past few years. I can only choose to escape. After all, not many men willingly
want to be cuckolded, right? We've been treating each other with polite formalities all this time! Even if I could be a man again, I
don't know how to face this marriage.
Actually, I know that from the day you joined the company, many colleagues were attracted to you, but I was your
boss, and I thought I was past my prime, so I didn't have any feelings for you. I just never expected that day... Maybe it was destined that
you would be my savior?"
“Okay, but you absolutely cannot let anyone see those photos. You can’t take any more without my permission
.” As soon as the words left my mouth, I regretted them. Would the boss mean that I could take photos as long as I asked
? But the words were already out, so I’d deal with it later!
Hearing my answer, the boss’s face immediately brightened, and he readily agreed, saying, “Whatever you say.” I was inwardly
groaning, but I didn’t know how to change my mind, so I remained silent. 　　The boss stood up and said, “ 　　Liza
, thank you so much. You’re like a second parent to me! I have to go to my meeting.” When 　　I saw the boss to the door
, he suddenly turned around, hugged me, and kissed me on the cheek, leaving 　　me stunned and at 　　a loss! === ... 　　Why am I not angry when I should be? Instead, I feel 　　more sympathy and concern for my boss than shame. How am I supposed to face him in the future? Should I tell my husband? 　　Anyway, his face isn't visible in the photo, and I've had wardrobe malfunctions before without any loss. If this 　　can help him regain his confidence, wouldn't that be a good deed? 　　My boss is usually good to me, and I admire him. He's even confided his most embarrassing 　　secrets to me. Let's just pretend this never happened, and consider it helping someone! 　　I finally found a good reason for myself, and I felt much lighter. I decided to stop thinking about it. 　　Seeing that it was still early, I called my husband to see if he could leave work early to have dinner with me. Surprisingly, he 　　could! We arranged a place to eat, and thinking that it was still early, I could go shopping for clothes first, which 　　instantly lifted my spirits. 　　I quickly washed up, put on makeup, and prepared to go out. While changing my dress, it suddenly occurred to me: why do men like to peek 　　under women's skirts? Out of curiosity, I grabbed a chair and sat in front of the mirror, looking at my crotch. 　　I didn't think there was anything particularly attractive about it. However, I did notice that some of my sitting postures, which I thought were safe, were actually revealing 　　. I also thought my underwear was ugly and needed some new ones. If I knew I'd be photographed, I should at least have looked prettier 　　! (Sigh, women are naturally vain!) 　　After a long time, I finally arrived at the department store. After looking around for ages, I finally found a short skirt at the Chanel counter. 　　It was beautiful and expensive, but also much shorter than my usual skirts. I hesitated for a long time 　　but ultimately didn't buy it. Seeing that it was time for our dinner appointment, I had to leave dejectedly. 　　After dinner with my husband, we passed by Chanel again on the way to the parking lot (a bit intentionally, I guess). 　　I pulled my husband inside, pointed to the white mini-skirt, and asked, "Does that skirt look good? I'm worried it's a bit short 　　!" 　　"Victory!"... Anyway, with my husband's endorsement, my shopping desire was satisfied! 　　After leaving Chanel, I dragged my husband to a VS lingerie store to look at underwear. I thought the new 　　panties were all very pretty, but also very revealing. The sales assistant advised that someone with beautiful legs like me should definitely buy thongs 　　so there wouldn't be panty lines under skirts… But then I thought about how thongs wouldn't cover my thick pubic hair, and if 　　I accidentally flashed someone, everyone would see everything… Just as I was about to leave, my husband, without a word, told the sales assistant to wrap them up 　　, and whispered in my ear, “I like my wife to dress sexy!” 　　That night, my husband seemed especially excited, burying his face in my breasts and sucking on them, his hands constantly stroking the inside of my legs 　　. While enjoying his caresses, I asked him why he was so excited that day. My husband rolled over on top of me, his penis 　　rubbing between my legs before he entered me. 　　My husband whispered in my ear, "Seeing you try on that white mini-skirt, those alluring legs are getting me so excited! And 　　the men accompanying their wives are practically drooling over you! A lot of them must want to have sex 　　with you, maybe they're even masturbating right now!" Ah…this made me wonder if my boss was also 　　masturbating while looking at my genitals. 　　"You wear mini-skirts to work every day, a lot of male colleagues, even your boss, must want to 　　have sex with you, right? I'll do it for all your colleagues right now! Honey, okay? Okay?" 　　These words were like an aphrodisiac, driving me to the peak of excitement. And then I thought, my boss must be 　　masturbating while thinking about having sex with me too. Under the triple stimulation of body, mind, and words, I felt waves of contractions in my vagina. I 　　lost control and clung to my husband like an octopus, screaming, "Yes, yes! Husband, fuck 　　me! Let them fuck me…" With those screams, I reached my first 　　orgasm! 　　After the passion subsided, I hugged my husband and whispered in his ear, "Honey, today was really great!" 　　"Wife, you're different today! Were you thinking about another man?" 　　My husband saw through my secret, and I snapped angrily, "Get lost! I wasn't! You're the pervert 　　! Other men were staring at your wife with lustful eyes, and you weren't angry, you were excited! You're sick!" 　　My husband thought I was angry and quickly apologized. Taking advantage of this opportunity, I got up to take a shower. I 　　woke up in an unusually good mood, finding everyone adorable, and I put that incident aside. 　　My boss didn't notice anything unusual at work, and I had a happy day. However, I felt different from before 　　! 　　The next few weeks seemed like nothing had happened, except that I felt more caring towards my boss, 　　the distance between us was much closer, my posture was as natural as at home, I was less guarded, and I no longer 　　paid attention to whether I was exposing myself. 　　Unfortunately, the frequency of sex with my husband didn't increase after that day, and the passion of that day never returned 　　, until the day my husband's company celebrated its return to profitability with a dinner for the company's main executives. 　　Every wife dressed up for the dinner, and the dress I bought at Chanel finally came in 　　handy. After dinner, everyone was still in high spirits, so we all went to a karaoke bar. Besides my husband and me, 　　there was Alex (the business manager) and three other couples, along with my husband (David).

My partner and his wife, James, were
at the karaoke bar. The atmosphere was great; everyone was toasting and celebrating the company starting to make money. Some sang,
and some couples even danced. I have a pretty good alcohol tolerance, but I still got a little tipsy. I hugged my husband and rested on the sofa
. In my drowsy state, I heard him whisper in my ear, "Liza, you look so sexy today, you've got all my colleagues
hooked! Alex's been watching you the whole time!"
I opened my eyes, and in the dim light, I saw Alex sitting on the opposite sofa, staring directly at
us. Instinctively, I closed my legs, thinking, "Oh no! I wasn't paying attention to my legs in my daze, I must have exposed myself
!" Then I realized my skirt was pulled up, and I could almost see my underwear.
My heart skipped a beat, and I tried to sit up to straighten my skirt, but my husband held me tightly and whispered in my ear, "Don't
be nervous! It's not a big deal if someone sees you, and they've already been looking for a while. Alex is very dedicated to his work
and doesn't have time for girlfriends, consider it an employee perk! Besides, the lighting is so dim, they can't see anything clearly anyway."
My husband held me so tightly, and the light was dim, so I didn't struggle anymore and continued to rest. I don't know how much time passed, but
suddenly the lights came on, and in that instant, I saw more than one pair of greedy eyes.
After leaving the karaoke bar, my husband drove to the entrance to pick me up. Alex politely opened the car door for me,
but I knew very well that Alex's gaze was fixed between my legs!
Tonight, my husband was even more vigorous during sex than last time. While we were making love, he kept muttering to himself, "Alex has been watching you all
night, he's probably masturbating thinking about you now. Honey, you're so horny! Wearing such a short skirt today, trying
to seduce men? Next time, honey, don't wear underwear, give him more of a treat. So many men want to fuck my horny wife
, I really want to fuck you in a karaoke bar for them to see. Honey, next time we'll find a guy to be there, and fuck you in front of them,
okay?"
Imagining Alex and the boss's gaze, I... had another orgasm!
My husband is a very refined person, he never swears, and he was originally very traditional during sex, but
these last two times, it turns out that my husband and I both have another side!
My name is Liza, I'm 40 years old, 163cm tall. Although I'm already a mature woman,
I've maintained a pretty good figure and appearance (32C, 24, 32), and I still get a lot of attention on the street.
The couple had lived in the courtyard house for several years, but felt that some of the articles they had read over the years weren't entirely truthful. So,
encouraged by her husband, she wrote down what had happened in the past.
From high school onwards, boys constantly surrounded her, but due to growing up in a very
conservative family, she didn't have her first boyfriend until after graduating from graduate school. Although they
progressed to full-body caresses after only two months of knowing each other, and she even helped him masturbate, traditionally, she believed she had to give her virginity
to her husband. So, she was still a virgin when she got married!
Her first relationship lasted a year because she felt her boyfriend needed sex more than he loved her, so it
ended without a trace. Later, a senior introduced her to her husband. He was a master's graduate from a prestigious university in the US, not tall but
very scholarly and refined. She was immediately attracted to him at their first meeting, and they
got married nine months later.
Her husband's family was well-off, so after marriage, they bought a small house in the suburbs and lived a sweet
married life. She went from a naive virgin to a wife. However, sex wasn't as passionate as depicted in many novels. Sex
was comfortable for me, but orgasm was just a term in books! I read many
books about it, but no one could give me an answer. In the end, I guessed I was one of the 85% of women who never experienced an orgasm
!
After marriage, my husband bought some porn to watch, hoping to add more passion to our life. However, most
porn (especially those without a plot) didn't appeal to me at all; instead, they made me feel disgusted. My husband's
penis was similar to my ex-boyfriend's, about 13 to 14 centimeters. Seeing the large penises of Black men from Europe and America actually
made me feel grateful that my husband's wasn't that big, otherwise sex would be very painful.
I originally thought our sex life would be this mundane, but who knew…
A year after our marriage, my husband and some friends started a computer company. The new company was far from home, and he
couldn't pick me up and drop me off. Plus, he was getting tired of his old job, so he decided to switch to an easier
job closer to home. And that's how my story began.
===
...

I blushed furiously, not knowing what to do. My boss would often come to my rescue when he saw this
, and I gradually developed feelings for him.
Company policy required skirts to be worn to work, and I enjoyed showing off my long legs. I often felt
greedy eyes focused on my legs, constantly trying to peek under my skirt, forcing me to be constantly
on guard against any wardrobe malfunctions.
Actually, most guys think girls who like to wear short skirts are promiscuous, but for me, I
just wanted to show off my beautiful legs. I only felt happy when men I admired noticed my legs
; if men I didn't like stared at them, I just felt disgusted.
I thought my boss was a gentleman, not like those sales representatives who were lecherous, until
one day at the end of June…
The foreign company had endless meetings and reports at the end of the quarter. That day, after the business review meeting…
My boss asked me to take some documents to his office because he needed to revise a report for headquarters.
There's a sofa in his office used for entertaining guests; it's a recessed sofa, and I
have to be very careful every time I sit down or get up, otherwise I might accidentally expose myself (female readers will understand).
After discussing the revisions, I accidentally spilled the documents on the floor when I stood up. My boss and I both
knelt down to pick them up. In my haste, I didn't pay attention to my posture. While picking up the documents, I suddenly felt my boss's movements
slow down (a woman's intuition). I didn't dare look him in the eye, so I could only glance at him out of the corner of my eye. I saw
his gaze focused between my legs. Remembering that I was wearing slightly see-through underwear that day, my most private
parts were completely exposed, I was instantly ashamed and didn't know what to do. I could only pretend nothing was wrong and continue picking up the documents.
As I hurriedly gathered the documents and stood up, I noticed my boss was still squatting on the floor. He hadn't stood up immediately; instead, he turned
his back to me before standing. I noticed a large tent had formed between his legs. In an instant,
both of our faces turned red, like children caught doing something wrong.
I rushed out of the room and into the bathroom, my heart pounding. Sitting on the toilet, I realized my
vagina was so wet that my underwear was completely soaked. Through the wet underwear, my pubic hair and labia were clearly visible
. The thought that my boss had just seen my most private area and caused him to become aroused filled me with mixed emotions
—a bittersweet feeling.
I don't know how I got home that day; all I could think about was the look in my boss's eyes as he stared between my legs. That
night, I desperately hoped my husband wouldn't work overtime and would come home to be with me. This was the first time I felt empty and needed a warm, hard
penis to fill me. However, my wish was dashed; my husband still had to work overtime. While showering, thinking of that burning gaze
, I couldn't help but masturbate, imagining the penis under the tent, and I reached my first orgasm.
From that day on, there seemed to be a hint of ambiguity between my boss and me. I felt he was looking at me more often
, and I paid more attention to my appearance. Even when answering the phone with his wife, I felt a little awkward.
The boss's wife was an ordinary-looking woman, but she seemed a bit seductive (maybe what men call flirtatious). According to other
colleagues, she kept a close eye on the boss (often calling to check up on him) and insisted that his secretary
be married.
Soon after, the company needed to renovate due to excellent performance, and half of the staff had to move upstairs to make room.
Because of work requirements, the boss asked me to move into his office. Since it was temporary, only the desk was moved, without a partition
. My desk had no screen in front of it, and it was placed opposite the sofa at a 90-degree angle to the boss's desk.
People sitting on the sofa could clearly see my legs, and I would be exposed if I wasn't careful.
Since moving into the office, I've noticed more colleagues going into the boss's office to talk and chat,
and most of them seem to be staring at my legs. To get rid of these annoying flies, I turned my desk
45 degrees. The flies have decreased since then, but the boss's view seems better, and it feels like he's
spending more time at his desk.
One day, the boss and general manager were in a meeting. The boss called and asked me to find some information on his computer.
After returning the call, I found a JPEG file on his computer that was open (not active), named "liza
00001". Curious, I opened it and blushed. It was a photo of a woman's underwear showing.
The color of her underwear was clearly visible. Upon closer inspection, although I couldn't see the woman's face, the background and clothing
convinced me it was me.
Continuing, I found over a dozen similar photos, all taken after the office was moved in. Some
even showed clearly visible pubic hair (I have quite a lot). It dawned on me—I finally understood why the boss 　　had
recently gotten a new phone with a 5MP camera. 　　(II) Confession 　　Just as I was looking for other photos, I heard my boss's voice. I hurriedly ran back to my seat and pretended to be busy, 　　while secretly glancing at him. Luckily, after giving me some instructions, he took his laptop (back then, only 　　managers in our foreign-invested company had one!) and went back to his meeting. 　　Although my boss was gone, my heart was pounding, and I couldn't calm down for a long time. Suddenly, I wondered if 　　I had restored the files to their original state in my haste. Would my boss find out that I had seen them? 　　How would I face him when he returned? The more I thought about it, the more confused I became. So I quickly left a note for my boss, using a headache as an excuse to go 　　home. 　　I boarded the bus. Since it wasn't rush hour, the bus was quite empty. I chose a seat and sat down, my mind still 　　racing. I kept thinking: 　　Did the boss find out? If he did, can I still go to work? Why did he take pictures 　　up my skirt? He did something he shouldn't have, so why didn't I feel angry? Instead , I felt like I 　　'd been caught doing something wrong. Did I subconsciously want to expose him? Was I really that lewd 　　? Then I remembered how I masturbated after my last wardrobe malfunction… my head was about to explode. 　　Suddenly, the car braked sharply, bringing me back to reality. A 　　couple who looked like college students were sitting opposite me, and I was certain his gaze had been fixed on my crotch before the car stopped. His 　　girlfriend looked innocent and pretty, wearing a short skirt, though her calves were a bit thick. 　　'Why do guys with girlfriends still peep at other women?' 　　The car braked again, and in the swaying motion, the girl across from me involuntarily opened her legs. For a fleeting moment 　　, I saw between her legs. The boy across from me must have seen what he wanted to see too, right? I really don't understand why men 　　are so interested in women's crotches. 　　But I still can't understand why, when I was being spied on by a strange boy on the bus, I didn't 　　feel the same way I did when my boss was spying on me in the office that day. 　　I tossed and turned all night, unable to sleep. The next morning, I didn't have the courage or know how to face my boss, so I 　　called him to ask for a day off. His voice sounded normal; he just told me to get some rest. After hanging up, I 　　went back to sleep. In my hazy state, I felt like I was standing on a platform wearing a miniskirt, with a whole bunch of colleagues sitting below.

The boss was sitting right in the middle, and everyone was snapping photos of me. The flashes and camera clicks
grew louder and louder until I suddenly woke up – the phone was ringing.
After hanging up my husband's call to check on me, I was about to get out of bed when the phone rang again. This time it was my boss calling to ask about some
reports due today. After finishing the business, he unusually said a few caring words, which
warmed my heart.
After hanging up, I realized I'd slept in a sweat, so I took a shower. When I finished
, it was almost noon. Thinking about how hot it was outside, I didn't want to go out, so I called the small shop at the end of the alley to order takeout. After ordering,
I took my clothes to the balcony to wash.
Not long after, the doorbell rang. I wondered why the shop owner was so quick. Having just showered, I was only wearing
my pajamas (I always wear my husband's old shirts as pajamas at home). I was thinking of putting on some underwear before opening the door, but the doorbell
rang again. I figured it was usually the owner's wife or her daughter-in-law delivering takeout, and besides, the shirt was quite long,
so I couldn't see anything from across the street. So I grabbed some change and went to open the door. To my
surprise, the owner was standing outside with a large bag of takeout food. As soon as the door opened, the owner exclaimed
, "It's so hot! So hot!" and walked into the house, saying, "I have to go to a meeting at the nearby XX Hospital this afternoon
, and I was worried you weren't feeling well and probably wouldn't have lunch, so I bought some takeout to eat with you. I didn't expect the soup to be so
hot!"
I didn't even have a chance to stop him; the owner had already put the food on the table. I could only rush to the kitchen to
get bowls and plates to fill with the food, my mind racing with what to do. The busier I got, the more chaotic things became. As I left the kitchen, I tripped on the threshold
and almost fell. The owner saw this and quickly reached out to help me, his hand landing squarely on my chest, pulling my
shirt up quite a bit.
He clearly knew I wasn't wearing a bra; he seemed stunned or something, but he wouldn't let go, his eyes just
looking down. For a moment, we both felt incredibly embarrassed and didn't know what to do!
Just as the owner was about to make a move, the doorbell rang. I quickly pulled away, put down the dishes, and loudly asked, "Who is it?"
"It's me, the delivery guy," the owner's wife's voice came in.
I quickly gestured for the owner to sit on the sofa, straightened my clothes, and went to open the door.
After seeing the owner's wife off, I put the food down, apologized to the owner, and hurriedly went into the room to change. Once inside,
I felt completely drained, both embarrassed and anxious. I took a few deep breaths and quickly put on my bra and panties. In my haste, I couldn't find
any trousers, so I had to put on a skirt.
As I left the bedroom, the owner, while putting the food into the dishes, asked me where the chopsticks were. It was as if nothing had just
happened!
I picked up my chopsticks, sat down, and started eating with the boss. He talked about company matters as he ate,
and I knew he was trying to make me feel awkward, but I didn't dare look him in the eye, so I just half-heartedly kept quiet. Finally, we finished eating, and I invited
the boss to sit in the living room. I made him a cup of tea and sat on the other sofa next to him.
A long silence followed. Then the boss coughed and said, "Liza, I'm sorry! I assume you've already seen
the photos on my computer. I didn't mean to invade your privacy. I really couldn't help myself. Would you like to hear what I have to say?
"
(III) The Secret
The boss began in a low voice, “This is a secret and a source of pain hidden in my heart. Whatever your final
decision, I hope you will keep it a secret. Ten years ago, I was in a car accident. My body wasn't seriously injured,
but I've been unable to have a normal married life since. These past ten years have been a nightmare for me. A few years ago, I searched everywhere for
folk remedies, but in the last two years, I've given up hope. That day, I happened to see…”
After saying “saw” several times, the boss finally mustered his courage to continue, “That thing I shouldn't have seen, your
private parts, actually made me… this rekindled hope in my life!”
Silence. After a while, the boss, head buried in his hands, choked back tears and continued, “However, after I got home that day,
I tried it myself, but it didn’t work, which disappointed me greatly. Unexpectedly, the office was being renovated recently,
and you moved into my office. Occasionally, when you accidentally exposed yourself, I would get an arousal, so I had the idea to take pictures
, hoping that having photos would help. So I bought a camera and took
some pictures during your lunch break… Please forgive me; if you don’t want it, I will delete the files immediately.”
After hearing his story, I felt a mix of emotions (shame and sympathy), and a whole host of questions flashed through my mind
. After a moment of silence, I mustered my courage and asked, “Didn’t seeing a doctor work? Is there any other way?
Has your wife seen those photos? Does she know it’s me? Did it work?” After rattling off these questions, my face was already
flushed with embarrassment!
“As you know, I have connections with many well-known hospitals and doctors across the country. The doctor said it's due to nerve
damage, causing a problem with the connection to the central nervous system. There's no cure at this stage, and surgery isn't an option; it's all down to luck
! My wife hasn't seen these photos because I didn't want her to know before things were confirmed.”
The boss paused for a moment, then continued, as if he had something difficult to say: “We've
tried everything we could, methods that most people wouldn't try. We've tried countless methods—porn, adult magazines—none of
them worked. The only thing that worked was when I looked at those photos and tried it myself, but
I don't know if it actually helped during intercourse.
You're a good secretary and a good girl, and I don't want you to leave because of this, so I
'm telling you my most private secret. I hope you can forgive me.”
The boss's helpless appearance and tone, along with his pitiful past, made me feel very sorry for him (perhaps it was a woman's maternal instinct
). Sometimes, a man's tears are very effective!
The thought that this person, so influential in the office and in the industry, had such a pitiful and helpless
painful past makes me want to hug him and comfort him. However, the thought of him
masturbating while looking at his most private photos... ah... ah... oh! And then I think about
what I would do if my husband lost his sexual ability. Although I don't feel a high sex drive right now, sex is truly a wonderful
thing. What would a married life be like without sex?
Thinking of this, I couldn't help but feel even more sympathy for his wife and him. A woman's compassion and maternal instinct completely overcame
reason!
"So, do you want to keep those photos? Will you let your wife know? If she finds out, how will I face
her? Will these photos really help you? Can you guarantee that these photos won't leak out?"
The boss shook his head and said, "I know it's unfair to you if I keep these photos, but I
still hope you can agree, because being an incomplete man is something no one else can imagine! Remember
that day last week when I left the company very early? That day, after taking the photos, I couldn't
wait to know the answer, so I went home early.
I've said everything I shouldn't have said, and I'm not afraid of you laughing at me or looking down on me.
The emotion and joy of feeling like a man again is something no outsider can understand. You and I have been colleagues for almost two years, so you should
know me somewhat. Promise me, okay? I promise you I will never show the photos to anyone! Don't push me back
into the abyss of pain!"
Hearing this, I knew I had surrendered!
"Has this been your way of life all these years? Why did it only work with me?"
My question made the boss's face darken again. He said, "I've resigned myself to my fate these past few years. I don't want to owe her anything
by making her live a life of widowhood, so I've never cared about her life outside. She's been away from home more and
more these past few years, and I don't want to know what she's doing outside.
I've poured almost all my energy into my career these past few years. I can only choose to escape. After all, not many men willingly
want to be cuckolded, right? We've been treating each other with polite formalities all this time! Even if I could be a man again, I
don't know how to face this marriage.
Actually, I know that since the day you joined the company, many colleagues have been attracted to you, but I'm your
boss, and I think I'm past my prime, so I haven't had any feelings for you. I just never expected that day... Maybe it was destined that
you would be my savior?"
"Okay, but you absolutely cannot let anyone see those photos. You can't take any more without my permission
." As soon as the words left my mouth, I regretted them. Would the boss interpret my words as meaning that I could take photos as long as I asked
? But the words were already out, so I'd deal with it later!
Hearing my answer, the boss's face immediately brightened, and he repeatedly agreed, saying, "Whatever you say." I inwardly
groaned, but didn't know how to change my mind, so I remained silent. The boss stood up and 　　said , " 　　Liza
, thank you so much. You're like a second parent to me! I have to go
to my meeting." As I saw him to the door, he suddenly turned back, hugged me, and kissed me on the cheek 　　, 　　leaving
me 　　stunned and bewildered! 　　＝ ... 　　Anyway, you can't see his face in the photo, and I've had wardrobe malfunctions before without losing anything. If this 　　can help him regain his confidence, wouldn't that be a good deed? 　　My boss is usually nice to me, and I admire him. He's even confided his most embarrassing 　　secrets to me. Let's just pretend this never happened and consider it helping someone! 　　I finally found a good reason for myself, and I felt much lighter. I decided to stop thinking about it. 　　Seeing that it was still early, I called my husband to see if he could leave work early to have dinner with me. Surprisingly, he 　　could! We arranged a place to eat, and thinking that it was still early, I could go shopping for clothes first, which 　　instantly lifted my spirits. 　　I quickly washed up, put on makeup, and prepared to go out. While changing my skirt, it suddenly occurred to me why men like to peek 　　under women's skirts. Curious, I grabbed a chair, sat in front of the mirror, and looked between my legs. 　　I didn't see anything particularly interesting, but I did notice that some of my sitting postures, which I thought were safe, were actually revealing 　　. I felt my underwear was ugly and needed some new ones. If I'd known I'd be photographed, I should at least have looked prettier 　　! (Sigh, women are naturally vain!) 　　After a long time, I finally got to the department store. After looking around for ages, I finally 　　found a short skirt at the Chanel counter. It was beautiful and expensive, but also much shorter than my usual skirts. I hesitated for a long time but 　　ultimately didn't buy it. Seeing that it was time for our dinner appointment, I had to leave dejectedly. 　　After dinner with my husband, we passed by Chanel again on the way to the parking lot (a bit intentionally, I guess). 　　I pulled him inside, pointed to the white mini-skirt, and asked, "Does that skirt look good? I'm worried it's a bit short 　　!" 　　"Victory!"... Anyway, with my husband's endorsement, my shopping desire was satisfied! 　　After leaving Chanel, I dragged my husband to a VS lingerie store to look at underwear. I thought the new 　　panties were all very pretty, but also very revealing. The sales assistant advised that someone with beautiful legs like me should definitely buy thongs 　　so there wouldn't be panty lines under skirts… But then I thought about how thongs wouldn't cover my thick pubic hair, and if 　　I accidentally flashed someone, everyone would see everything… Just as I was about to leave, my husband, without a word, told the sales assistant to wrap them up 　　, and whispered in my ear, “I like my wife to dress sexy!” 　　That night, my husband seemed especially excited, burying his face in my breasts and sucking on them, his hands constantly stroking the inside of my legs 　　. While enjoying his caresses, I asked him why he was so excited that day. My husband rolled over on top of me, his penis 　　rubbing between my legs before he entered me. 　　My husband whispered in my ear, "Seeing you try on that white mini-skirt, those alluring legs are making me so excited! What's more, 　　the men accompanying their wives are looking at you with eyes practically spitting fire! There must be a lot of them who want to have sex 　　with you, maybe they're masturbating right now thinking about you!" Ah... this makes me wonder if my boss is also 　　masturbating while looking at my private parts?

"You wear short skirts to work every day, so many male colleagues, even your boss, must want to sleep with you, right? I'll
do it for all those colleagues right now! Honey, okay? Okay?"
These words were like an aphrodisiac, driving me to the brink of ecstasy. I also imagined my boss probably masturbating while thinking about me
. Under the triple stimulation of body, mind, and words, I felt waves of contractions in my vagina. I
lost control and clung to my husband like an octopus, screaming, "Yes, yes! Husband, fuck
me! Let them fuck me…" With these screams, I reached my first
orgasm!
After the passion subsided, I hugged my husband and whispered in his ear, "Honey, today was really great!"
"Wife, you're different today! Were you thinking about another man?"
My husband saw through my secret, and I snapped angrily, "Get lost! I wasn't! You're the pervert
! Other men were staring at your wife with lustful eyes, and you weren't angry, you were excited! You're sick!"
My husband thought I was angry and quickly apologized. Taking advantage of this opportunity, I got up to take a shower. I
woke up in an unusually good mood, finding everyone adorable, and I put that incident aside.
My boss didn't notice anything unusual at work, and I had a happy day. However, I felt different from before
!
The next few weeks seemed like nothing had happened, except that I felt more caring towards my boss,
the distance between us was much closer, my posture was as natural as at home, I was less guarded, and I no longer
paid attention to whether I was exposing myself.
Unfortunately, the frequency of sex with my husband didn't increase after that day, and the passion of that day never returned
, until the day my husband's company celebrated turning a profit and hosted a dinner for the company's main executives.
Every wife dressed up for the dinner, and the dress I bought at Chanel finally came in
handy. After dinner, everyone was still in high spirits, so we all went to karaoke. Besides my husband and me,
there was Alex (the business manager), three other couples, and my husband's (David's)
partner, James, and his wife.
The atmosphere at the karaoke bar was great. Everyone was toasting each other to celebrate the company starting to make money. Some people sang,
and some couples even started dancing. I have a pretty good alcohol tolerance, but I still got a little tipsy. I hugged my husband and rested on the sofa
. In my drowsy state, I heard him say in my ear, "Liza, you look so sexy today. You've really captivated my colleagues
. Alex has been watching you the whole time!"
I opened my eyes, and in the dim light, I saw Alex sitting on the sofa opposite us, staring straight at
us. Instinctively, I closed my legs, thinking, "Oh no! I wasn't paying attention to my legs while I was half asleep. I must have exposed myself
!" Then I realized my skirt had been pulled up, and I could almost see my underwear.
My heart skipped a beat, and I tried to sit up to straighten my skirt, but my husband held me tightly and whispered in my ear, "Don't
be nervous! It's not a big deal if someone sees you, and they've already been looking for a while. Alex is very dedicated to his work
and doesn't have time for girlfriends, consider it an employee perk! Besides, the lighting is so dim, they can't see anything clearly anyway."
My husband held me so tightly, and the light was dim, so I didn't struggle anymore and continued to rest. I don't know how much time passed, but
suddenly the lights came on, and in that instant, I saw more than one pair of greedy eyes.
After leaving the karaoke bar, my husband drove to the entrance to pick me up. Alex politely opened the car door for me,
but I knew very well that Alex's gaze was fixed between my legs!
Tonight, my husband was even more vigorous during sex than last time. While we were making love, he kept muttering to himself, "Alex's been watching you all
night, he's definitely masturbating thinking about you now. Honey, you're so horny! Wearing such a short skirt today, trying to
seduce men? Next time, honey, don't wear underwear, give him more of a treat. So many guys want to fuck my horny wife
, I really want to fuck you in a karaoke bar for him to see. Honey, next time we'll find a guy to be there, and fuck you in front of him,
okay?"
Imagining Alex and the boss's gaze, I...orgasmed again!
My husband is a very refined person, he never swears, and he's usually very traditional during sex, but
these last two times, it turns out my husband and I both have another side!

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