【Naked Wife】(7)

(VII)
My dear wife lost control of her bladder, standing up at that.

After I dragged her into the emergency exit, she couldn't control herself. She was basically holding onto me with one hand and the handrail at the corner of the stairs with the other. Although

she tried to keep her legs closed, she quickly spread them apart when the urine gushed out at the last moment. Her

legs were roughly X-shaped, with her feet wide apart and her knees close together. But just as

this image flashed into my mind, while I was still in shock, an old lady's furious shouts came from downstairs

. Although I didn't understand the local dialect very well, I could still guess the general meaning. It was something like, "

Which bastard is urinating in the stairwell again, and I caught him this time!" What the hell? What does "again" mean? Does this

happen to many people? The old lady rushed upstairs while cursing, yelling, "Don't run!" Don't run my ass! Why aren't you running away after something like this? Don't you

think you've embarrassed yourself enough? In the midst of this fright, we didn't even think to turn back into the mall.

Instead, we raced against the old lady, sprinting towards the roof. We actually made it to the roof!

How stupid of us! Where were we supposed to hide if that old lady charged at us? Even if I hastily blocked the fire door on the roof with

some debris , wouldn't she call for help? Seriously!
After my wife started crying in panic, I started pacing around on the roof, looking around. I noticed

a narrow window in the office building next door that was relatively close to the roof. Although the window sill was slightly lower, it was

at most . I climbed over the railing and leaned out to test it. Sure enough, there was a way! The narrow

window in the office building was locked with a rotating L-shaped handle, and luckily, the handle wasn't engaged.

Behind was a dark corridor. I quickly beckoned my wife over and told her to come with me and crawl through. After

my obedient wife climbed over the railing, she was like our silly dog at home, frantically spinning around, not knowing how to get down. Finally, she figured it out and quickly squatted down with her back to me, then stretched out one leg, hoping I would catch her. Now I was lower than her, and her skirt was completely exposed. I could clearly see her pink vulva still glistening with moisture . From this angle, my obedient wife's long, full thighs and heart-shaped buttocks looked incredibly alluring. However, reality is always more unexpected than the movies! When I pulled my wife over, the old lady had already summoned people and was almost about to push open the fire door along with the debris. I quickly pulled my wife over, intending to close the window as soon as she jumped in. But she was too impatient, or perhaps my wife's motor skills were just too poor. After , she used both hands to brace herself against the edge of the rooftop, intending to put her other leg into my arms as well. Afraid that she would fall, I quickly reached my left hand out from under her bare skirt to grab her waist, while my right hand gripped the window frame tightly, trying to pull her in. But because she lacked strength in her arms, her upper body was too close to the edge of the rooftop, and the rough cement edge caught her silk nightgown. As I pulled my wife into the adjacent office building, I left the nightgown on the outer edge of the mall rooftop. 　　Those people in the mall were really well-prepared; not only were there many of them, but they even brought flashlights. Seeing that the were about to reach us, I didn't even bother to grab mine. I quickly locked the door, then pressed my wife's head down and crouched tightly against the wall under the windowsill. As soon as we crouched down, we saw a beam of light shine towards us, but it quickly moved away, probably realizing the window was locked. Our hearts were pounding in our chests, but we didn't dare make a sound, clinging tightly to the cold wall, our hands clenched tightly, waiting for this bizarre and absurd event to end. 　　I don't know how much time passed, but the large group of people on the opposite rooftop finally gave up and left one after another . I, however, still didn't dare move, waiting until there was no movement for a long time before cautiously peeking out. 　　What I saw chilled me to the bone. It wasn't because the nightgown hanging across the street had been discovered, but because it was actually fluttering down right in front of me, and I hadn't even had time to open the window. 　　I turned to look at my still trembling wife. Before I could even yell at her, she stretched out her hand in front of me. Damn it! She's still so smug about losing her dress, and she even told me to stop?! I grabbed her hand, ready to unleash my ultimate move, when suddenly my wife let out a groan. I also felt something sticky on my palm. Looking at her hand again , I saw wounds on several fingers, and upon closer inspection, even shallow scratches on her chest and abdomen. "A nail?" 　　"Hmm... looks like wire..." 　　Now I understood why this tactic of grabbing the dress back after it was snagged didn't work. 　　But understanding was one thing; solving the current situation was the most important problem! 　　I pulled out some tissues and hastily bandaged my wife's hand wounds. Then, I reluctantly took off my t-shirt and put it on her, only to find it even more lewd than not wearing anything at all. The nightgown was only slightly above her hips, and my short t-shirt barely covered half her buttocks. To describe it, it's like placing two balloons on a bed and then draping a cloth over the highest point of the curve. 　　After finishing these tasks, I observed the surroundings and realized that the emergency exit was indeed our cursed place. We were currently at the corner of the emergency exit staircase. Because the lights were broken, it was it wasn't a corridor inside. It was just that this corner was unusually large because there were fire doors on both sides. If this were a game, I would curse the map creator, because although there were fire , they were all locked with chains! And they were locked on several floors above and below! What's the point of having fire doors if they're locked? Doesn't the fire department care? I really want to curse the building management! 　　After going up and down several times with my wife, I finally confirmed that all the fire doors in this building were locked with chains. I had no choice but to go back the way I came. When I finally made it back to the opposite rooftop, I found a big surprise from the old lady—the fire door on the mall's rooftop was locked too! 　　If it were simply a matter of survival, staying on the rooftop for two days might have brought someone to rescue me. If I couldn't wait any longer I could pretend to jump and get the fire department to come. However, neither of these options was suitable for our current situation. Aside from the possibility of the older women coming and disgusting us, the mere fact that someone would see my wife's naked genitals during the rescue would be enough to make the evening news. Reluctantly, I returned to that damned office building and told my wife what had happened. Only then did I notice that she was only wearing one high heel.

Yes, after asking around, it turned out it had fallen out while climbing out the window.
Faced with this dead end, we looked at each other speechlessly. While I sat down to rest, my wife, because she was bare-

bottomed, couldn't sit down, and because one foot was shoeed while the other was bare, she couldn't stand steadily, so she hid behind the fire

door , crying and switching feet. From behind, her smooth, plump buttocks swayed back and forth, slowly arousing my lust

. And as my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I noticed something I hadn't paid much attention to before.
My wife's legs were full and long; I had only focused on the crotch area before, never

observing . Now, from behind, her legs didn't actually close together at the top of her thighs. Simply put

, from behind, when the legs are together, they form a shape resembling a Y (not quite that extreme; the inner thighs

are about the width of an egg apart—please use your imagination; if you can't visualize it, refer to the selfie goddess "Lace Bunny")
. Furthermore, unlike other women, the buttocks aren't pressed tightly together; they appear to be

slightly , allowing you to see the anus without actually parting the buttocks. From this angle, the light filtering through the fire door

makes the thick labia majora appear as a...

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