The thrill of visiting an exhibition

While I was on a business trip, I suddenly received a notice from the company that I needed to rush back to Taipei to visit

an . So I ended my trip and set off back to Taipei. On the way, I called my wife, and she said she wanted to

go with me. So we arranged a time for me to pick her up from home first. Before hanging up, I jokingly told her to wear a thong. My wife

laughed and said, "Okay! You pervert! I'll give you a surprise then?"

Upon hearing this, without saying another word, I stepped on the gas and sped off towards Taipei. My wife is 30 years old this year, 165

cm tall, 52 kg, with measurements of 32D-25-36. She has a well-proportioned figure, fair skin, and a pair of straight

legs. Her face looks quite like the movie star Sophie Marceau, and she is often mistaken for Japanese or

mixed-race when she is out in public, which makes me quite proud. However, she was quite conservative when we first got married and was quite averse to revealing clothing.

After these years of brainwashing and encouragement from me, she has started to accept thongs, sexy lingerie, stockings, and other clothing,

but she mostly wears them indoors. Then she bought some low-rise jeans and wore thongs underneath,

showing them off in front of me to create an atmosphere and attract my attention. One day, after buying a pair of leotards

, she fell in love with the soft, form-fitting feel. Seeing this opportunity, I not only complimented her

on the beautiful curves they accentuated, but also discussed how people who wear leotards

usually either wear thongs or no underwear at all to avoid visible lines from regular underwear. Initially, she

thought I was exaggerating, but after a leotards instructor on TV mentioned that she never wore underwear in class,

she started trying thongs herself. Recently, she's often gone out without underwear. Whenever she

wears leotards, the tight fabric not only highlights her shapely buttocks but also

perfectly accentuates the shape of her prominent vulva. Sometimes, even the cleft of her vulva is clearly visible. Seeing

men often makes me incredibly aroused, and I feel an urge to take her right there and then.

This has led to more and more different kinds of fun between us—but that's another story, I'll tell you another time. Because of traffic

, I didn't get back to Taipei until almost 2 PM. Worried I'd miss the exhibition, I called out as I entered, "Honey! Are you

ready ? We're almost late

!" "I'm all set, just waiting for you to come back,"

my wife said as she came out of the room. Wow! Suddenly, my eyes lit up. My wife appeared before me, wearing a well-fitting coffee-colored

checkered floral dress and my favorite three-inch gold stilettos. With her

meticulously applied makeup, she looked both elegant and glamorous. I said, "What a beautiful girl! When did you buy such a pretty

dress? I didn't know!"

My wife playfully replied, "If I knew, it wouldn't be a surprise. I have many more surprises to share. You'll

see them ! Do you like it? I picked it out especially for you. Take a closer look." At first, I was a little disappointed, not seeing anything

particularly surprising. But after hearing my wife's words, I looked more closely and said, "The material feels nice, a bit like

silk , smooth to the touch." My wife said, "I just love this kind of smooth, soft fabric.

It feels so comfortable!"

She then looked at me playfully and struck a few poses. "Anything else?"

As she moved, I noticed it was a front-opening dress, about knee-length, with a slightly

ruffled shirt collar. At first glance, it was just very elegant... There were five buttons, each about 12

centimeters , with the last button about 20 centimeters from the hem. Because the material had a good drape, it

looked very smooth when still. But the trick was that whenever she moved, the 20-centimeter opening

would reveal her snow-white thighs. Even worse, the last button was less than 5 centimeters from the top of her

thigh . On flat ground, it was fine, meaning my wife's private parts were only about 5 centimeters covered. But if she didn't

hold the hem down when climbing stairs, it would definitely be exposed. It seems the designer understood men's psychology quite well. After I told her my discovery,

my wife laughed like a little girl whose trick had been exposed, saying, "I deliberately chose this kind of front-opening dress, isn't

it just for your convenience, you perverted old man? What if you suddenly want to... in public? It'll be more convenient!"

Hearing this, I happily picked up my wife, noticing how smooth and soft the fabric was, like

touching her delicate skin. Instinctively, I instinctively reached for her shapely buttocks. No way! The skirt was flowing smoothly until it reached

her waist, but he still hadn't felt her underwear. Normally, if his wife was worried about being exposed while wearing a skirt, he

would be aware of the danger and wear safer, ordinary underwear. But now... He thought, "No way!

Could it be ..."

He turned around and saw his wife's beautiful face and her eyes full of desire. He immediately grabbed her skirt and pulled it up

. Oh my god! I almost had a nosebleed! My wife was wearing the black, thin-strapped, see-

through thong she usually only wore during our intimate moments in the bedroom. The thong consisted of only a thin, elastic thong in the back and a narrow

, transparent triangle in the front, revealing her neatly trimmed pubic hair and the cute little slit of her vulva.

Strictly speaking, wearing this thong was practically the same as wearing nothing at all; it was completely transparent. Plus, the last button of

the dress was less than 5 centimeters from her vulva. Just imagining that scene

made my penis instantly erect. My wife immediately noticed my reaction, blushing and saying with unparalleled charm, "Isn't

this huge surprise?"

Needless to say, it was even better than winning the lottery! But then I hesitated. I thought, "If we go out like this and

a gust of wind suddenly comes, everyone's noses will be bleeding. Or if there's a huge crowd at the event, someone

might accidentally touch my wife's butt and immediately think she's not wearing underwear. Especially since my wife often

encounters groping men in crowded places." These thoughts worried me. But then I remembered that

this was an outfit my wife had been asking for for a long time, but she had always refused. It's rare that she's finally come to her senses and taken

the initiative. If I back down, I'm afraid I'll miss out on this benefit in the future. Besides, I was trying to convince

her of the exciting

ideas she had about going out for some fun in a coat with only stockings underneath, or going shopping without underwear under her skirt. If I didn't let her gradually adapt and get used to it today, it would probably take much more

effort to convince her later. Just then, my wife said, "Don't be in such a hurry, didn't we want to see an exhibition? Aren't we going?"

I changed my mind. Before she changed her mind, I decided to be careful and leave first. Once I got in the car,

I became even more distracted. It turned out that when my wife sat down, her three-inch stiletto heels made her knees look even higher.

The dress, originally 20 centimeters high, naturally slid down to the sides, instantly revealing the inner thighs of my wife's long,

fair legs. I could vaguely see the dark shadow at the end. I asked her to pull

the skirt up higher so I could see her clitoris, but she said, "That'll cause a car accident! You should just focus on driving

!"

I wasn't about to give up and pleaded with her, saying, "You dressed up so sexy and beautifully precisely for me to see,

otherwise all your careful dressing up would be for nothing!"

Hearing this, my wife gave me a coquettish glare and said, "I knew you had a lot of tricks

up your sleeve. What if a motorcyclist sees us?"

I quickly added, "Don't worry! The heat tint on this car is black enough; I specially chose it. It

won't be visible from the outside." "Come here!"

My wife exclaimed. "No wonder! I didn't understand why you used such a dark color. So you

had ulterior motives all along, you lecherous old man!"

After saying that, she still glanced out the car window one last time, and instead of pulling up her skirt, she unbuttoned the last button

. The hem of her dress naturally slid down to the sides, revealing a narrow, transparent black triangle of

tulle . Under the sunlight, her fair thighs reflected the black, transparent

pubic hair, making her look incredibly alluring. The bright light also made the inverted triangle

of pubic hair and the delicate slit of her vulva clearly visible. I could even vaguely see the glint of light on her vulva

. It seemed that my wife was also aroused by this stimulation. So, the whole way there, I was busy

looking around, touching things, and driving, feeling both excited and afraid of being discovered. Before I knew it, we were in

the parking lot above Hall 2 of the World Trade Center. After parking, my wife looked at my swollen genitals, reached out and touched my penis,

and laughed, saying, "How are you going to see the exhibition like this?"

I said, "It's okay! I can just put my hands in my pockets to cover it up."

My wife laughed even more adorably, saying, "You can't keep your hands in your pockets the whole way! Want me to help

you calm down here?"

I thought to myself, "No way! If I calm down, then there's no point in going!"

So I said to her, "It's okay! I have a plan. Don't rush to get out of the car, let me open the door for you."

My wife's beautiful almond-shaped eyes widened, and she said, "Did I hear that right! Honey!

Why , even offering to open the door for me?"

I said, "That's right! Let me be a gentleman today!"

I quickly got out of the car, went around to the other side, opened the door, and watched my wife get out through the door. Sure enough!

Because the car seat was low, my wife stepped out with one foot, and the hem of her dress naturally spread open,

revealing her fair thighs and black sheer thong once again. It felt so good! At this moment, my wife followed

my gaze and discovered my scheme, so she said coquettishly, "You little devil! I knew you had ulterior motives. You never

usually open the car door for me, so why are you being so attentive today? So you just wanted to spy on me?"

I laughed and said, "If you always dressed like this when you went out with me, would I be your valet and open the car door for you every day?"

My wife also understandingly maintained this position so that I could feast my eyes, until someone passed by and she hurriedly

got out of the car . So I said, "Let's go!"

As we walked toward the elevator, I deliberately slowed down to admire my wife's back. Her shapely dark

floral dress accentuated her exquisite curves, and her slender waist highlighted her full, rounded 36-inch

hips. Her fair legs, made even longer by the three-inch stilettos she wore, were further enhanced by

the Even from behind, she was already incredibly alluring. Just then, my wife

suddenly noticed I wasn't beside her. She turned around, saw me behind her, and asked, "What are you doing? Why are you walking

so slowly?"

I quickly caught up with her and told her about the beautiful scenery I'd just seen, adding

a few embellishments. After hearing my description, my wife seemed both happy and proud, saying, "Everyone says I look like I'm only

in my early twenties!

You're the only one who doesn't know what's

good for you!"

Hearing this, my wife smiled even more charmingly and said, "As long as you're good, I'll wear a thong

for you every day, okay?"

"Of course! Ideally, just a thong at home too!"

My wife happily took my hand, chatting as we walked. When we got close to the elevator, I saw two guys

waiting there. They also saw my wife and noticed she was a... well, you know, and kept staring in our direction. "Let's

take the next one!"

I said to my wife, so I deliberately stopped and pretended to make a phone call. "Ding!"

The elevator arrived, and I saw that the two men were also deliberately holding down the elevator button to wait for us. I pretended to make a call and signaled them to

go down first. The two men closed the elevator door reluctantly. I then put my arm around my wife's waist and walked into the elevator.

Oh my god! The fabric felt so good, like I was touching my wife's smooth skin. The soft

material made it feel so smooth, so I said to her, "It's so smooth and soft, it feels so good!"

Since no one else was around, I naturally reached for her shapely buttocks. The curves and

the firm, soft flesh of her buttocks made me want to grab them. It was pure bliss, like

being in heaven. Then, my wife blushed and said shyly, "Careful! There are security cameras, someone might see us!"

Reminded by my wife, I glanced around and said, "Turn around! Turn your back to the camera, I need to see your penis!"

My wife said, "No! What if someone comes and sees?"

I glanced at the parking lot; no cars were entering, and we weren't in a hurry to press the elevator button. So I said to my wife, "

There's no one here, and we haven't pressed the button yet, just a quick look is fine."

My wife blushed again and said, "If I'd known you had so many tricks up your sleeve, I wouldn't have dressed like this!"

She turned her back to the camera and reached down to unbutton the bottom two buttons. Yay! That intoxicating

scene flashed before my eyes once more. This time, because I was standing, the feeling was completely different from when I was in the car.

My wife's long, slender, white legs paired with her fair skin beside her black, sheer thong, and her

beautiful face flushed with nervousness—the sight was incredibly arousing. After about ten seconds, just as I was about to reach out and touch her…

The elevator screen started flashing; someone was getting on. My wife quickly buttoned up her clothes, glared at me, and said, "Enough already!

Get back to work!" The elevator doors opened, and a middle-aged couple and a young woman stepped out. Seeing my wife standing outside,

they all stared at her, especially the man, who kept glancing up and down. After getting into the elevator, my wife complained

, "You made me look so embarrassed! They seemed to know what we were doing!"

I laughed and said, "Don't be suspicious. They were looking at you because you're so pretty."

Hearing this, my wife smiled happily and said, "I was so nervous just now, afraid someone would notice something

. Do I really look good dressed like this?"

"Of course! Even women are looking at you; they must be a little jealous of your beauty!"

"Hmph! You're so good at talking!"

I could tell she was quite pleased with my compliment. She leaned close to me and looked up at me, saying, "Looks like you really

like how I dress! I'll dress like this for you from now on, but I'm afraid you'll be distracted from work."

"That would be best. From now on, I'll take you with me every time I go out, so we can enjoy this kind of secret that only you and I know?"

We stepped out of the elevator and out the door. Hmm! Typical crisp autumn weather. The three o'clock sun was still a bit hot,

and there was a gentle breeze. My wife frowned and said, "Ugh! I forgot my umbrella, and it's windy!"

I reminded her, "Be careful! Hold down your skirt so it doesn't expose you."

"Okay! Got it?"

The wind was strange, sometimes strong, sometimes weak. My wife used one hand to shield herself from the sun and the other to hold my arm as we slowly walked through the parking lot and

the driveway of Taipei 101. While the Taipei 101 security guard was directing us to pass quickly, perhaps due to the wind shear effect

of , a rather strong gust of wind suddenly blew up. "Ouch!"

My wife's skirt suddenly flew up! My wife's snow-white thighs were exposed, but thankfully she quickly held down

her skirt, preventing it from riding up any higher. However, the skirt had likely flipped up high enough for the guard facing

us to see it. After witnessing this, the guard lost interest in directing traffic and

kept staring at my wife. I guess he was hoping for another gust of wind, but my wife, already on guard,

shielded her eyes with one hand and gripped her skirt tightly with the other as she walked past him. I noticed a hint of disappointment on his face,

but he still stubbornly stared at our backs.

Just I was just two steps behind my wife, and the wind made her soft clothes cling tightly to her back.

The smooth, soft fabric accentuated her curves, and because she was wearing

a thin thong, her hips looked almost as if she wasn't wearing anything at all. Even the pedestrians and taxi drivers waiting in line nearby

were staring intently. Luckily, my wife was too busy looking ahead to think about what was behind her, otherwise she

would have blushed and crossed the street to Gate 3 before realizing she needed to go to the main entrance to exchange her ID. The wind

was blowing more frequently on the World Trade Center side than on the other side, so my wife had to keep whining and holding down her skirt as she walked to the gate. Along the way, I

joined some sharp-eyed passersby in admiring my wife's beautiful curves, thinking to myself, "If these passersby

knew that my wife was wearing a black, thin-strapped, transparent thong, there would probably be a swarm of greenbottle flies following her

, waiting for her to slip down and catch a glimpse of her underwear!"

Lost in thought, we reached the gate. I quickly reminded my wife to watch out for the wind at the gate, as it could lift

her skirt up. I'm not so perverted as to want my wife to be as famous as Marilyn Monroe, and besides, my wife's story

is a hundred times more exciting than Marilyn Monroe's! Although I was being very careful, my wife still attracted a lot of

attention . When we went to the counter to get our documents processed, I noticed that several men

were staring intently at her, drawn by her slender, fair legs in high heels and her beautiful face. I even proudly led

her into the venue. Once inside, my wife felt much more at ease, and I focused on finding the product area I wanted to look at.

I sat down and discussed things with several manufacturers, and my wife sat quietly listening. Sometimes,

when a manufacturer got up to get some materials, I would give my wife a wink if it was safe enough, and she would sweetly help him sit down

. Her legs, which had been tightly pressed together, parted, allowing me a brief glimpse of her thighs and thong.

This was especially noticeable when we arrived at a rather secluded booth. The vendor happened to be alone, but needed to leave to retrieve

a sample I required. We had about five minutes to wait. My wife was sitting with her back to the aisle,

and I was to her right. Because the tables in the meeting room were made of transparent glass, my wife elegantly stretched

her legs and deliberately slid down, effectively raising her skirt. Since the last button

was less than 5 centimeters from the top of her thigh, it ended up in the middle of her thong. Then, she slightly parted

her legs , revealing almost her entire thong. The spotlights on the stall were very bright, making

my pubic hair as clear as if it were under the sun. Even the pubic hair and the slit of my vulva were very obvious, which made me stand up

straight again. But since it was a public place, I didn't dare to reach out and touch her. I could only enjoy it with my eyes.

Of course, I didn't forget to praise my wife's skin, her neatly trimmed little inverted triangle of pubic hair, and her slightly shimmering vulva

. My wife seemed to like my praise. She skillfully

parted greet me. Of course, it only lasted for a few seconds. We played around like this for about two minutes. My wife said, "

Honey! That's enough. Let's calm down so the manufacturers won't be embarrassed when they come back."

I thought business was important, so I didn't want to go too far. After a while, the manufacturers came back and we finished our negotiations.

After looking at some other stalls, it was around four o'clock. I had finished the work I needed to do. The remaining areas

were not related , so I just strolled around for a bit and prepared to leave. Perhaps without pressure, my playful side resurfaced. While browsing the stalls, I kept

my arm around my wife's waist. Whenever we reached a secluded corner or area, my hand would reach for her pert buttocks.

I'd pinch her soft flesh, tease her cleft, or pull up the thin strap of her thong and flick her bottom.

I'd also pretend to adjust the strap stuck in her cleft or vagina, teasing her while doing so. It was actually quite fun! "Hey!

What's going on up there? Why are there so many people? Let's go see!"

My wife, true to her curious nature, saw a stall with a large crowd and immediately pulled me forward. Apparently,

there were people promoting products and performing. It was quite a lot of people. My wife kept saying she wanted to watch. I said, "Aren't you afraid of being groped?"

My wife replied, "No! You just stand behind me and protect me. I can take care of myself in front."

Okay! My wife said so, so I stood behind her as she instructed. At first it was fine, but

as more and more people got in, it started to get a bit crowded. Oh no! With the crowd, my wife and I were pressed together.

The unique feature was fully revealed – the smooth, soft fabric, just as I expected, combined with her thin thong,

made it look like she was naked. Her soft, elastic buttocks quickly aroused my penis, and my hard

penis was perfectly positioned between her buttocks. My wife glanced back at me, smiled, and turned away. Next,

I felt her buttocks swaying, but I didn't think much of it. After a while, I realized this girl was drawing circles with her buttocks

and rubbing them back. My penis, being rubbed by my wife's buttocks, felt so good I almost ejaculated. Then my wife

turned back and looked at me with her seductive eyes, smiling. I suddenly realized she was deliberately teasing me.

I'd been the one teasing her all day, and now she wanted to get her revenge. I thought to myself... "Okay! Want to play? Let's all play!"

So I didn't hold back. Taking advantage of everyone's attention being on the stage, I reached forward and

slipped my hand between the two buttons. I immediately felt her pubic hair through the thin fabric, and then touched the tip of her vulva

. My wife trembled when I touched her like that, and looked back at me with pleading eyes. I

didn't hesitate and slipped my penis into her vulva, gently probing a few times. My wife's legs went weak and

she leaned against me, whispering in my ear, "Honey! Stop probing, it'll be embarrassing if you keep doing it. I surrender, I

don't want to play anymore."

To be honest, I didn't want to play such a thrilling game in public, so I said, "I'll let you off the hook for now, but you're doomed

when we get home ."

I gently pulled my fingers out of my wife's vulva, feeling that my fingers were a little wet. I helped her pull her penis back up, and then,

with my wife's face flushed, we walked out of the crowd, ending this thrilling adventure, and rushed home. Postscript:

You all probably know why we rushed home, so I won't go into details. With this experience, my wife doesn't seem

to mind this kind of fun anymore. She promised to cooperate with my ideas in the future, such as her wearing a coat with only stockings underneath

and going out with me for some casual sex, or going shopping without underwear under her skirt. A few days later, we had sex in a car at Qingtiangang in Yangmingshan at around 3

pm .

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