Confessions of a Wife

My name is Liza, I'm 40 years old, and 163cm tall. Although I'm already a mature woman, I still maintain a pretty good figure and face (>24,
32), and I still get a lot of attention on the street. My husband and I have been living in a traditional courtyard house for many years, but I felt that some of the articles I read over the years
weren't realistic enough, so with my husband's encouragement, I wrote down what happened. 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 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, a senior from my university introduced me to my husband, who is a well-known American.
He was a university graduate with a master 's
degree, not tall but with a scholarly air, and a very refined appearance. I was extremely attracted to him at our first meeting, and we got married after knowing each other
for nine months . His family was well-off, so after the wedding, 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 depicted in many novels. Making love was very enjoyable for me, but orgasm was just
a ! I read many books on this topic, but no one could give me the answer. In the end, I realized I was probably one of the 5% of women who never experienced orgasm
! After marriage, my husband bought some pornographic films to watch. Desire can make life more exciting, but most pornographic films (especially those without a plot) didn't appeal to me at all; in fact, I found them disgusting.
My husband
's penis was similar to my ex-boyfriend's, about 13 to 14 centimeters. Seeing the penises of Black men from Europe and America
... The woman with the large penis actually thought it was fortunate her husband's penis wasn't that big, otherwise sex would have been a painful experience. She had always thought sex would be this mundane, but who
knew… A year after their marriage, her husband and a friend started a computer company. The new company was far from home, and he couldn't pick her up and drop her off at work. Plus, the existing
company was being renovated, and half the staff had to move upstairs to make room. Because of work requirements, the boss wanted me to move into his office. Since it was temporary, and I was
getting tired of just moving, I decided to find a less demanding job closer to home. And that's how my story began.
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They said whatever came to mind, no matter how bold! I'd blush and not know what to do. My boss would often come to my rescue, and I gradually
started to feel a little awkward around him. His wife was an ordinary-looking woman, but she had a slightly seductive (or perhaps what men would call flirtatious) air about her. According to other colleagues,
my boss had developed feelings for her. Company rules required us to wear skirts to work, and I enjoyed showing off my long, slender legs. I often felt greedy eyes focused on my
legs, constantly trying to peek under my skirt, forcing me to constantly guard against accidental exposure. Actually, most of the time... Half of the guys think girls who like to wear short skirts
are promiscuous, but for me, I just really want to show off my beautiful legs. I only feel happy when guys I like notice my legs;
if guys I don't like stare at my legs, I just feel disgusted. I thought my boss was a very decent person, not like those sales representatives who are
lecherous, until one day at the end of the month... the foreign company had endless meetings and reports at Quarterend. That day, after the business review meeting,
he ran into me. "My question made my boss's expression darken again." "I also had a bad experience with Ling that year, and I didn't want to owe her anything by making her live a widow's life. So
when I stood up, I accidentally spilled the documents all over the floor. The boss and I both squatted down to pick them up. In my haste, I didn't have time to pay attention to my posture. While picking up the documents, I suddenly
felt the boss's movements slowed down (a woman's sixth sense). I didn't dare to look at the boss directly, so I could only glance at him out of the corner of my eye. I saw that the boss's eyes were focused
between my legs. I remembered that I was wearing underwear that was a little transparent in the front that day, and my most private parts were completely exposed. I was immediately so ashamed that I didn't know what to do, so I pretended that nothing was wrong and
continued to tidy up the documents. In a hurry..." When I stood up after putting away the documents, I noticed that my boss was still squatting on the floor. He didn't stand up immediately,
but instead turned to face me before standing up. However, I noticed that he had a large tent pitched 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 that my vagina was so wet that my underwear was completely soaked. Through my
wet underwear, my pubic hair and labia were clearly visible. The thought that my boss had just seen my most private part and caused him to get an erection filled me with mixed feelings. A mix of emotions
, sweet and shy. I don't know how I got home that day; all I could think about was the way my boss stared at me between my legs. That night, I desperately
hoped my husband wouldn't work overtime and would come home to be with me. It was the first time I felt empty and needed a hot, hard penis to fill me, but my desire still vanished, and my husband still had to
work overtime. While showering, thinking about that burning gaze, I couldn't help but masturbate, imagining that penis under the tent, and I reached my first orgasm. From that day on,
I felt a kind of ambiguous feeling between myself and my boss. I felt that my boss was looking at me more often, and I also paid more attention to... Even when I was pretending to be a boss, or even answering the boss's phone,
his wife would stare at him very closely (she was frequently on the phone) and demand that his secretary be married. Soon after, due to business needs, the company required
desks without partitions. 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. After moving into the office, I noticed that more colleagues were coming into the boss's office to talk about work and chat,
and most of them were staring at my legs. To get rid of these... Despicable flies! I rotated my desk 45 degrees, and while the flies decreased after that
, my boss's view improved, and I felt he spent more time at his desk. One day, my boss was in a meeting with the general manager
and called to ask me to find some materials on his computer. After returning the call, I found a JPEG file open (notifiable,
file name "liza00001") on his computer. Curious, I opened it and blushed. It was a photo of a woman's underwear showing; the color of her underwear was clearly
visible ... Look, although I can't see the woman's face, judging from the background and clothing, I'm sure it's me. Continuing my search, I found a total
of ten similar photos, all taken after I moved into the office; some even clearly showed my pubic hair (I'm on the more lush side). I suddenly realized...
My wife started dancing. My alcohol tolerance is pretty good, but I was still a bit tipsy. I hugged my husband and rested on the sofa. In my hazy state, I heard him say in my ear, "Liz
finally knows why the boss suddenly changed to a phone with a 5MP camera a while ago."
(II) Confession Just as I was about to look for other photos, I heard the boss's voice. I hurriedly ran back to my seat and pretended to be busy.
While secretly peeking at the boss, I was relieved to see him. Thankfully, after handing over some work, he took his laptop (back then, only managers in our foreign company had these!) and
went back to his meeting. Even though the boss was gone, my heart was pounding, and I couldn't calm down. Suddenly, I wondered if I had
replied to the documents in my haste. Would the boss find out I'd 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 the boss,
making an excuse to go home. I got on the bus; since it wasn't rush hour, it was quite empty. I found a seat, but my mind kept replaying the boss in my head.
After some time, the lights suddenly came on, and in that instant, I saw more than one pair of greedy eyes. After leaving the karaoke bar, I wondered if my husband had
noticed anything. If this is all too clear, can I still go to work? Why did my boss take pictures up my skirt? He's the one who did something he shouldn't have, so why did
I... have another orgasm! My husband is a very refined person, he rarely swears, and he's usually very traditional during sex, but these last two times, I
didn't feel angry at all. Instead, I felt like I'd been caught doing something wrong. Did I subconsciously want to expose him? Am I really that
lewd even masturbated... my head was about to explode. Suddenly, the car braked sharply, bringing me back to reality.
I noticed a couple who looked like college students sitting opposite me, and I was certain their gaze was fixed on my crotch as they braked. His girlfriend
looked innocent and pretty, wearing a short skirt, though her calves were a bit thick. "Why do guys with girlfriends also spy on other women?"
The car braked again, and in the swaying motion, the girl's legs involuntarily opened. In that instant, I saw between her legs. The boy's gaze was like that of someone
masturbating to a photograph. Ah...ah...oh! Then I thought, what would I do if my husband lost his sexual ability? Of course, up to this point, I believe I
must have seen what he wanted to see, right? I really don't understand why men have such a strong interest in women's legs. But I still can't understand why,
when a strange boy spied on me on the bus, I didn't feel the same way I did when my boss spied 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 leave. His voice sounded normal; he just told me to get some rest. After hanging up the phone, I went back to sleep.
In my hazy state, I imagined myself standing on a stage wearing a miniskirt, surrounded by colleagues, with my boss sitting in the center. They were all
snapping , the flashes and camera clicks growing louder. I suddenly woke up; it was the phone ringing. I was about to get up after hanging up on my husband's call
. It's unfair to call you, but I still hope you'll allow it, because the reality of being an imperfect man is something no one else can imagine! Then the phone
rang again; this time it was my boss calling to ask about some reports due today. After discussing business, my boss unusually said some caring things,
subtly so. I had to be extra careful every time I sat down or stood up, otherwise I might accidentally expose myself (female readers will understand). After discussing the revisions, I stood up,
feeling quite sweet. After hanging up the phone, 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 I finished showering
, the doorbell rang. I was surprised how quickly the landlady arrived. Since I'd just finished showering, I was only wearing my pajamas (I usually wear my husband's old shirts as pajamas at home). I was thinking of putting on a shirt and
going upstairs to sit down, then straightening my clothes before opening the door. I quickly apologized to the landlady, then rushed into my room to change. I went into the room feeling completely exhausted, like I'd
just slipped off my underwear. But the doorbell rang again. Thinking it was mostly the landlady or her daughter-in-law delivering takeout, and besides, my shirt was quite long, so
I couldn't see anything from across the street. I grabbed some change and went to open the door. To my surprise, the landlady was standing outside, holding a large bag of takeout food. As soon as the door opened, she called out, "
Good day, good day!" and walked towards my 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 it to be so good!" I didn't even have a chance to stop her; she had already put the utensils 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 more I rushed, the more chaotic things became. When I came out of the kitchen, I tripped on the threshold and almost fell. The landlady
saw this and quickly reached out to help. He grabbed me, his hand landing squarely on my chest, pulling my shirt up quite a bit. The boss definitely knew I wasn't wearing a bra; he seemed
stunned or something, but wouldn't let go, his eyes just glancing downwards. For a moment, we both felt incredibly embarrassed, unsure what to do! Just as the boss was about to make a move, the doorbell rang.
I quickly pulled away, put down the dishes, and shouted, "Who is it?" "It's me, the delivery guy," came the boss's wife's voice. I quickly gestured for the boss to come to the sofa,
feeling both ashamed and anxious. I took a deep breath and hurriedly put on my bra and panties. In my haste, I couldn't find any pants, so I grabbed a skirt. Leaving the bedroom,
the boss, while putting food into the dishes, asked me where the chopsticks were, as if nothing had happened! I took the chopsticks, sat down, and started eating. While eating,
the boss talked about company matters. I secretly realized the boss was afraid... I was embarrassed and didn't dare to look up at the boss, so I just kept talking casually. After a very difficult

meal , I urged the boss to go to the living room to sit down. I made him a cup of tea and sat on another sofa next to him. There was a long silence. Then the boss coughed
and said, "Liza, I'm sorry! I'm sure you've 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) Confidential The boss said in a low voice
, "A car accident. My body wasn't seriously injured, but I've been unable to have a normal married life for the past ten years. It's been a nightmare for me. Two years ago, I was still looking for folk remedies,
but I've given up hope in the last two years. The other day, I sometimes saw..." After saying "saw" repeatedly, the boss... Finally, the boss mustered his courage and continued, "That thing
I shouldn't have seen, your private parts, actually made me...it reignited my desires!" After a moment of silence, the boss buried his head in his hands
and choked out, "However, after I got home that day, I tried it myself, but strangely, it didn't work, which disappointed me greatly. Unexpectedly, the office was
being renovated , and you happened to move into my office. Sometimes when you accidentally expose yourself, I have this urge to take pictures, to see if having photos
would get me some sponsorship. So I bought a camera and took some pictures while you were resting at noon...Please forgive me, if you don't like it, I'll 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...
I asked, "Didn't seeing doctors work? Is there any way? Has your wife seen those photos? Does she know it's me? Will it work?" After rattling off a string of questions,
my face was already flushed with embarrassment! "As you know, I have connections with many famous hospitals and doctors across the country. The doctor said it's because of nerve damage,
causing a problem with the connection to the central nervous system. At this stage, there's no cure, and surgery is impossible. It's all up to fate! My wife hasn't seen those photos because
I didn't want her to know before we were certain." The boss paused for a moment, then continued, as if he had something difficult to say: "Because we've tried everything we could,
methods that most people wouldn't try, countless methods. Porn, adult magazines—none of them worked. The only thing that helped was looking at those photos;
I don't know if it helped during actual intercourse. You're a good secretary, a good girl, and I don't want you
to leave , so..." I'm telling you my most private secret, hoping you can understand. "The boss's helpless look and tone, and his pitiful past, made me
feel so sorry for him (maternal instinct, perhaps). Sometimes a man's tears are very effective! Thinking that this man, who commands respect in the office and the industry
, has such a pitiful and helpless past, I really wanted to hug him and comfort him. However, the thought that this person was looking at my most private parts...
A beautiful lady like me must wear thongs to avoid panty lines when wearing a skirt... And thinking that thongs can't hide my abundant hair, and that my sexual
desire might be low if I'm not sexually aroused, yet sex is such a wonderful thing. What would a married couple's life be like without sex? Thinking about this, I couldn't help but feel even more sympathy for his wife and him.
A woman's sympathy..." Emotion and maternal instincts completely overwhelmed reason! "So, do you want to keep those photos? Will you let your wife know? If she finds out, how will I face
her?
Can these photos really help you? Can you guarantee these photos won't leak out?" The boss shook his head and said, "I know that if I keep these photos,
I'll leave the company early one day. That day, after taking the photos, I was so eager to know the answer that 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 excitement and joy of feeling like a man again is something no outsider can understand.
You and I have been colleagues for almost two years, you should know me a little. Please promise me, okay? I promise you I will never show the photos to anyone! Don't make me feel like I'm a man
again ..." Pushed into the abyss of suffering! "Hearing this, I know I've already surrendered! Have you two been living like this all these years? Why have
I been so indifferent to 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. This past few years, I've focused all my
energy on my career; I can only choose to avoid it. After all, no man willingly wants to be cuckolded, right? We've been living a harmonious life together 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 already past my prime, so I didn't have any feelings for you. I just never expected that day… Maybe it was fate that you were my savior
?"
"Okay, but you must promise that no one can see those photos, and you can't take any more without my permission." As soon as the words left my mouth, I regretted them.
Would the boss interpret them as meaning I could take photos just because he asked? But the words were already out, so I'd deal with it later! Hearing my reply, the boss's expression 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 around, hugged me, and kissed me on
the cheek , leaving me startled and bewildered!
= (IV)
The voice began, "This is a secret and bitterness hidden in my heart. No matter what your final decision is, I hope you can keep it a secret. Ten years ago, I experienced
the discovery of another me. After my boss left, I was left confused and bewildered. Too many things have happened in the past two days, and they've happened too fast, beyond my capacity to handle. I need to think about it
carefully . Why do I not feel energetic now, when I should? Instead, my sympathy and concern for my boss outweigh my shame?
How will I face my boss in the future? Should I tell my husband about this? Anyway, you can't see my face in the photo. I've also had wardrobe malfunctions before, and I haven't lost anything. If it's indecent..."
If this can help him regain his self-confidence, isn't that a good deed for the day? Anyway, my boss is usually good to me, and I quite admire him. He even confided
his most embarrassing secrets to me. Let's just pretend this never happened; consider it helping someone! I finally found a good reason for myself,
and I immediately felt much lighter, deciding 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 before dinner, I could go shopping for clothes first, and my mood immediately improved. Getting ready to go out, while changing my skirt, it suddenly occurred to me why men love to peek under women's skirts. Curious, 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, but I did realize that some of my sitting postures, which I thought were safe, were actually revealing.
I also thought my underwear was ugly and needed a new one. If I knew I'd be photographed, I should at least have looked prettier! (Sigh, women are born to love beauty!) It took me
ages to get to the department store, and after looking around for ages, I finally found a… I saw 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, we had to part ways, feeling a bit disappointed.
After passed by Chanel again (a little intentionally, I suppose). I pulled him in, pointed to the white mini-skirt, and asked, "
Does that skirt look good? I'm worried it's a bit short!" "Success!"... Anyway, I got my husband's approval, which satisfied my shopping desire! After leaving Chanel...
El, I dragged my husband to the VS lingerie store to look at underwear. I thought the new underwear was really pretty, but it was also very revealing. The sales assistant warned me that
if I went out, everyone would see everything... Just as I was about to leave, my husband, without saying a word, asked the sales assistant to wrap it up. He whispered in my ear, "I like my wife to dress
sexy!"
That night, I felt my husband was especially happy. He buried his face in my breasts, sucking hard and stroking my inner thighs. While enjoying my husband's caresses, I asked
him why he was so happy today. My husband rolled over, his penis rubbing between my legs for a while before entering. My husband whispered in my ear, "Seeing you try on that white
mini-skirt, those alluring legs made me so happy! What's more, there was that teacher next to you with his wife looking at you, his eyes practically spitting fire! There must be a lot of them who want..."
"Fuck you, he might be 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 , there must be a lot of male colleagues, even your boss, who want to fuck you, right? I'll fuck you for all of your colleagues now! Wife, okay? Okay?" These words are
like a stimulant, making me extremely excited. I also think that my boss must be masturbating while thinking about fucking me, right? Suffering from the triple stimulation of psychology, mind, and words,
I only felt my vagina contracting in waves. I lost control and hugged my husband tightly like an octopus, shouting loudly, "Yes, yes! Husband, fuck me!
Let them fuck me..." In the scream, I reached my first orgasm of sex! After the initial excitement subsided, I hugged my husband and whispered in his
ear , "Honey, you were amazing today!" "Wife, you're acting strangely today! Were you thinking about other men?" My secret had
been exposed, and I snapped angrily, "Get lost! I wasn't! You're the one acting strange! Other men were staring at your wife with lustful eyes, and
instead of good mood,
finding everyone adorable, and completely forgot about that incident. My boss didn't notice anything amiss at work, and I had a wonderful day. However, I realized I was acting
differently than usual! Next week, nothing seemed to happen. I just felt more caring towards my boss, and the distance between us seemed closer.
I sat more naturally, like I was at home, with less guardedness, and I stopped worrying about whether I was exposing myself. Unfortunately,
the frequency of our sex life didn't increase, and the passion of that day was gone, until the day my husband's company celebrated its turnaround with a banquet for key executives.
Every wife dressed up for the banquet, and the dress I bought at Chanel finally came in handy. After the meal, everyone was still in high spirits,
so we all went to a karaoke bar. Besides my husband and me, there was also Alex (the sales manager) and three other couples, including my husband (David).
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The partners, JA and his wife. The atmosphere at the KTV was great; everyone was toasting and celebrating the company's start to make money. Some were singing, others... "
A, you look so hot today, you've captivated all my colleagues! Alex has been watching you!" I opened my eyes, and in the dim light, I saw Alex
sitting on the sofa opposite us, 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, almost revealing a large portion of my underwear. My heart pounded, and I hurriedly tried to sit up and adjust my skirt, but my husband held me tightly and
whispered in my ear, "It's okay, don't be shy! What's wrong with letting people see? Besides, they've already been looking for a while. Alex works very hard, he doesn't have time for
girlfriends , consider it an employee benefit!" "And the light is so dim, I can't see anything clearly." My husband held me so tightly, and since the light was dim, I didn't struggle anymore and continued
to rest .
Alex came to the door to greet me and politely opened the car door for me, but I clearly saw his domineering gaze fixed between my legs! Tonight, my husband was even more vigorous during sex
than last time , muttering to himself as he went: "Alex has been watching you all night, and he must be masturbating thinking about you now. Wife, you're so horny!
Wearing such a short skirt today, trying to seduce men? Next time, wife, you might as well not wear one." Wear underwear, give him more benefits. My sexy wife has so many men who want to sleep with her, I really want to
fuck you in a KTV and show it to them. Wife, next time let's find a guy next to us, fuck you in front of them, okay? "Imagining the Alex mail-order boss's eyes,
my mail-order husband has another side! (The End) My husband also bought some porn to watch, desire can make life more exciting, however, most porn (especially those
without a plot) is not tempting to me at all, but disgusting. My husband's penis and me My husband's penis used to be about 13 to 14
centimeters. Seeing the large penises of Black men from Europe and America, I was actually glad my husband's wasn't that big, otherwise sex would be a very painful experience. I originally thought sex
would be just like that, so ordinary, but who knew... A year after our marriage, my husband and a friend started a computer company together. The new company was far from home, and he couldn't pick
me up and drop me off at work. Plus, he was getting a bit tired of his old job, so he decided to switch to an easier job that was closer to home. That's how my story began.

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