[A OL's Self-Description] (1-7)

An OL's Self-Narration 　　Author 　　: 　　Yingyan 　　Published
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2009/09/02 on: 　　Spring 　　Full 　　Courtyard
**************** 　　... 　　From high school onwards, I was constantly surrounded by boys, but due to growing up in a very 　　conservative family, I didn't have my first boyfriend until after graduating from graduate school. Although we 　　progressed to full-body caresses after only two months of knowing each other, 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 student, I met my husband. He was a master's graduate from a well-known university in the US, not tall but 　　very scholarly, and a very refined person. I was very attracted to him at first sight, and 　　we got married nine months after we met. 　　My husband's family was well-off, so after 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 was very comfortable for me, but orgasm was just a term from books! I read 　　many books on this topic, but no one could give me an answer. In the end, I decided that I was 　　one of the 85% of women who never experienced an orgasm. 　　After we got married, my husband bought some pornographic films to watch, hoping to make our life more exciting. However, most of the 　　pornographic films (especially those without a plot) didn't tempt me at all; instead, they disgusted me. My husband's 　　penis was about the same size as my ex-boyfriend's, about 13 to 14 centimeters. Seeing the large penises of Black men from Europe and America made 　　me feel glad that my husband's wasn't that big, otherwise sex would be a painful experience. 　　I originally thought that 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 tired of my old job, so I decided to change to a less demanding 　　job that was closer to home. That's how my story began. 　　(I) The Peeping Eyes 　　I changed jobs to become the vice president's secretary at a pharmaceutical factory. The boss's English name was Kevin, and he was a very 　　manly 40-year-old man. The job is easy, 9 to 5, only busy at the end of each quarter, but the company benefits are excellent 　　. The sales department often hosts trips for doctors to attend conferences abroad (ostensibly conferences, but really just a disguised form of hospitality). 　　My work involves frequent contact with our sales representatives, who almost always surround 　　my cubicle at the company, chatting and gossiping, trying to take advantage of me. They'd say things like, "Last night I went to 　　a club with some hospital director," "How sexy the girls were," "They invited me to dinner tonight," and so on. 　　At first, they were somewhat 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. The boss would often come to my rescue 　　, and I gradually developed feelings for him. 　　Company policy requires wearing skirts to work, and I enjoy showing off my long legs. I 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 Quarterend. 　　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 office 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 on my crotch. 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 turned his 　　back to me before standing up, and 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 it had soaked through my underwear. Through the wet fabric, 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 mix of sweetness and shyness. 　　I don't know how I got home that day; my mind was filled with the look in my boss's eyes as he stared between my legs. That 　　night, I desperately hoped my husband wouldn't work late and would come home to be with me. This was the first time I felt both empty and in need of warmth.

My penis filled me, but my wish was still unfulfilled; my husband still had to work overtime. While showering, thinking of that burning gaze
, I couldn't help but masturbate, imagining that tented penis, and I reached my first orgasm.
From that day on, there seemed to be a hint of ambiguity between me and my boss. I felt he was looking at me more often
, and I paid more attention to my appearance. Even when answering the phone from my boss's wife, I felt a little awkward.
My boss's wife was an ordinary-looking woman, but she seemed a bit seductive (maybe what men call "slutty"). According to
other colleagues, she kept a close eye on him (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, my boss asked me to move into his office. Since it was temporary, only the desks were moved without any 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 could easily expose myself if I wasn't careful.
Since moving into the office, I've noticed more colleagues coming into the boss's office to talk and chat, and
most of them are still focused on my legs. To get rid of these annoying flies, I rotated my desk
45 degrees. After changing my position, there were fewer flies, but the boss's view became even better, and it felt like my
boss was spending more time at his desk.
One day, the boss was in a meeting with the general manager and called me to find some information on his computer.
After returning the call, I found a JPEG file open on his computer (notifiable, file name
: liza00001). Curious, I opened it and blushed. It was
a photo of a woman's underwear, clearly showing the color of her panties. Upon closer inspection, although I couldn't see the woman's face,
the background and clothing convinced me it was me.
Further investigation revealed 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 why the boss
had recently gotten a new phone with a 5-megapixel camera. 　　(
II) 　　Confession
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... 　　********** 　　...　　　　　　　　　　　　　　I sat down, my mind still 　　racing: 　　Had the boss found out? If he had, could I still go to work? Why did he take pictures 　　up my skirt? He was the one who 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'd masturbated after my last wardrobe malfunction… my head felt like it was going 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 brakes 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, and the boy across from me probably saw what he wanted to see too. 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. 　　I tossed and turned all night, unable to sleep, and the next morning I simply didn't have the courage... Not knowing how to face my boss, I 　　called him to ask for leave. He sounded normal, just telling 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 stage wearing a miniskirt, surrounded by colleagues 　　, with my boss sitting in the middle. They were all taking pictures of me, the flashes and camera clicks getting 　　louder and louder. I suddenly woke up; it was a phone call. 　　Just as I was about to get out of bed after hanging up my husband's call, the phone rang again. This time... The boss called to ask about some 　　reports due today. After discussing business, he unusually offered some caring words, which 　　warmed my heart. 　　After hanging up, I realized I was drenched 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, 　　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 finished washing... After 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 some underwear before opening the door, but the doorbell 　　rang again. I figured it was mostly the landlady or her daughter-in-law delivering takeout, and besides, the shirt was quite long, 　　so I wouldn't be able to see anything from across the street. So 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 exclaimed 　　, "It's so hot, so hot!" and said as she walked into the house, "I just happened to be going to the nearby XX hospital this afternoon..."

"Yes, and I was thinking you weren't feeling well and probably hadn't eaten lunch, so I bought some takeout to eat with you. I didn't expect the soup to be so
hot!"
Before I could even stop him, the boss 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 boss saw this and quickly reached out to help me, his hand landing right on my chest, pulling my
shirt up quite a bit.
The boss definitely knew I wasn't wearing a bra. He didn't let go, whether he was stunned or what, his eyes just
looking down. For a moment, we both felt incredibly embarrassed and didn't know what to do!
Just as the boss was about to make a move, the doorbell rang. I quickly pulled away, put down the bowls and plates, and loudly asked, "Who is it?" "
It's me, the delivery person," the boss's wife's voice came in.
I quickly gestured for the boss 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 boss, and hurriedly went to my 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.
As I left the bedroom, the boss, while putting the food into bowls and plates, asked me where to put the chopsticks, as if
nothing had happened!
I picked up the chopsticks and sat down to eat with the boss. He talked about company matters while we 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 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. The boss coughed and said, "Liza, I'm sorry! You've probably 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) 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. 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 even tried 　　various folk remedies, 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 his courage to continue, "That thing I shouldn't have seen, your 　　private parts, actually made me…" This… "My hope has been rekindled!" 　　After a moment of silence, the boss, his head buried in his hands, choked back tears as he 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 mine. Occasionally, when you accidentally exposed yourself, I would get an arousal 　　, so I had the idea to take pictures, hoping that 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'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 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 whether that actually 　　helped during intercourse, I don't know. 　　You're a competent 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 made 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 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 now, and you should..."

"I understand somewhat, please promise me, okay? I promise you I will never show the photos to anyone! Don't push me back
into this abyss of pain!"
Hearing this, I knew I had surrendered!
"Has this been your 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 respect 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 didn't have that kind of interest. 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'll talk about 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 my second parents! I have to go to
my meeting." As 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!
(IV) Discovering Another Me
After the boss left, I was left bewildered and confused. Too many things had happened in the past two days, and they had happened too fast, beyond my capacity to accept
. I had to think about it carefully.
"Why don't I feel angry when I should? 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, 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 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 had known 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 against 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! What's more,
those men accompanying their wives are staring at you, their eyes practically blazing! A lot of them must want to have sex
with you, maybe they're even masturbating right now!" Ah… this made me wonder, is my boss 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 a stimulant, making me extremely aroused. And then I thought, my boss is probably
masturbating while thinking about having sex with me too, right? Enduring the triple stimulation of body, mind, and words, I felt waves of contractions in my vagina.
Losing control, I 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! Are you thinking about other men?"
My husband had seen through my secret, and I angrily retorted, "Get lost! I'm not! You're the pervert
! Other men are looking at your wife with lustful eyes, and you're not angry at all, you're even 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 put that incident aside.
My boss didn't notice anything amiss at work, and I had a happy day. However, I felt different from before
!
The next few weeks seemed uneventful, except I felt more caring towards my boss,
the distance between us grew closer, and my posture became as natural as at home, less guarded, and I stopped
worrying about whether I was exposing myself.
Unfortunately, however, the frequency of our sex life 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.
That day, every wife dressed up specially for the dinner party, 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
James and his wife, David's business partners.
The atmosphere at karaoke was great. Everyone raised their glasses to celebrate the company starting to make money. Some people sang,
and some couples 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 my husband say in my ear, "Liza, you look so hot today. You've captivated all 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 was pulled up, almost revealing a large section of my underwear.
Panicked, I tried to sit up and adjust 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
, he doesn't have time for girlfriends, consider it an employee perk! Besides, the lighting is so dim, they can't see anything clearly."
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. 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, "Alex's 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 a little more pleasure. 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, fuck you in front of them,
okay?"
Imagining Alex and the boss's gazes, 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!
—The desire in my heart has been extinguished, but the embers of desire are still deeply buried in my heart!
(V) Playing with Fire
For the past few weeks, the boss hasn't shown any unusual behavior, as if nothing has happened. But I find myself
wondering:
"Has his sex life changed? Is his wife happy about his change?"
"Does he look at those photos while having sex with his wife?" "
Does he still try to peep under my skirt? Does he masturbate thinking about me like my husband says?"
I'm too embarrassed to ask, and I don't dare ask the boss what the situation is like now. It's hard for a woman to control her
curiosity. Every time I think about the boss and the passion I feel when having sex with my husband, I feel my own desires are
aroused by my imagination. I never imagined my desires could be so strong. It's as if the desires hidden deep inside me
have been released like demons locked in Pandora's box!
The less the boss does, the more curious I become. So I start paying close attention to his behavior, especially wanting
to know if he still peeps at me.
Our sales representatives usually go out to visit clients after the morning meeting. The boss sometimes goes out for meetings too, only
staying at the company for about half the time during lunch. Generally, only a few people are left in the office at lunchtime! Usually
, if time allows, I'll go to the meeting room and rest my head on the desk for a bit during lunch. To see if the boss had
lost interest in me, I deliberately wore a light-colored skirt and some sexy underwear (still no
thongs) to work those few days.
That day, the boss didn't go out, and I pretended not to have an appetite and didn't go out to lunch with anyone else, deliberately staying in the office
. After my colleagues left, I placed my bag next to my desk and adjusted its position so
I could see the boss's seat through the reflection of the metal frame.
While waiting, I felt flustered and conflicted, feeling I shouldn't have, yet unable to resist the temptation. Just as I was undecided
, I heard the door open—the boss was back! I quickly pretended to be asleep on the desk, my legs naturally
spread apart. I saw the boss return to his seat, and after his gaze passed over me, it stopped; he didn't
make any other movements, his eyes fixed on my crotch.
Seeing the boss's actions, the mystery was finally solved! Just as I was feeling smug about my attractiveness, the boss suddenly
stood up and quietly walked towards my desk. Just as I was wondering what he wanted to do, he actually
squatted down in front of my desk, less than a meter from my private parts!
Ah! The boss actually wanted to see my most private area up close! I felt incredibly ashamed, and my body grew increasingly
hot!
After a while, the boss finally stood up. I felt completely exhausted, but also a
sense of loss. Just as I was wondering what to do, I suddenly heard the sound of the door locking. Why was the boss locking the door?
After the boss returned to his seat, I heard the sound of a drawer opening, taking something out, and then walking back to my desk.
I heard a continuous "click, click" sound—the boss was looking at my most private area again!
Oh no! Today I picked out a pair of very transparent underwear again. My private parts and thick pubic hair will definitely
be clearly visible to the boss, completely exposed. I want to close my legs tightly, but my whole body is weak. The more I think about it, the hotter I get, unable to control myself.
I felt so empty, hot, and wet down there! I absolutely couldn't get my underwear wet, or the boss would definitely know.
I was pretending to be asleep, please, please don't look anymore!
Luckily, the phone rang. I pretended to be woken up by the phone, and only answered it after a few rings. The boss also
quickly left while I was on the phone! After hanging up, I rushed to the bathroom! My whole body was burning hot and I couldn't release it, so I just
splashed cold water on my face! After calming down, I felt incredibly ashamed. How could I do something so shameless?
What's wrong with me? I actually seduced a man behind my husband's back. Am I really a repressed pervert? The more I thought about it, the angrier I became at my own
actions. "This won't happen again! I'll just consider this helping the boss; it's not like I haven't shown it to him before."
I comforted myself, trying to save face.
After that, I forced myself not to do anything out of line, and life was peaceful for a few days. However, after that
day, I couldn't stop thinking about what happened:
"Has the boss's sexual function recovered?"
"His wife must be very happy, right?" "
The boss must be very happy too, so why did he do that in the office?"
But I couldn't tell anything from the boss's expression. I wanted to ask him but didn't dare, but my doubts and curiosity
grew stronger! And I always felt like I was expecting something to happen.
The company was finally renovated, and all the senior executives' offices were moved to the top floor. The entire floor was occupied only
by the general manager, two vice presidents, the finance department, and three secretaries. The boss's office was bigger and had its own bathroom, and I
also had my own space. Although I no longer had to worry about being exposed, I didn't feel any joy. Instead,
I felt a sense of loss!
What was destined to happen would eventually happen!
One day, I left work later than usual because I was writing a report. When I left, only the boss was still
working overtime. After leaving the company, I had a quick dinner nearby. When I went to pay the bill, I realized I had left my wallet at the office. Luckily, the boss was an acquaintance, so he told me
he would return it the next day and left. I didn't really want to go back to the company, but I was a bit full, so I walked back.
When I got back, the boss's office door was ajar, but the light was still on. I couldn't see the boss through the crack in the door, so I thought he
might have forgotten to turn off the light. I pushed the door open, and sure enough, the boss wasn't there. Just as I was about to turn off the light
, I heard a rustling sound coming from the boss's bathroom. Out of curiosity, I quietly went into the bathroom and found that the door wasn't closed properly
, leaving a small gap. Through the crack, I could see everything in the bathroom through the reflection in the mirror.
Ah! The boss was sitting on the toilet masturbating!
I was startled and turned to leave, but then I heard the boss's voice: "Liza, Liza!"
The boss had noticed me!
Just as I was wondering what to do, the boss spoke again: "Liza, I want you! I want to have
sex with you!"
No way! How could this be!
I turned back and looked closely. The boss was holding a photo in his left hand, and his right hand was busy stroking his penis! It turned out
the boss was masturbating to himself while holding the photo! I felt a huge weight lifted off
my shoulders: the boss hadn't noticed me!
I took a few steps forward to try and see what the photo was, but I still couldn't make out the picture.
However, I could clearly see his grotesque thing! It seemed like the boss's penis was a little shorter than my husband's, but a little thicker, and the
head looked like a big mushroom, a third bigger than my husband's!
The boss's movements grew faster and faster, his mouth constantly shouting, "Liza, I want to fuck you! You
dressed like that the other day, trying to seduce me, didn't you? Liza, I want to fuck you! I want to fuck you! I want to
fuck you..." A stream of white semen shot into the sky with the boss's increasingly loud voice!
I quickly turned and left, only feeling weak all over and my cheeks burning when I got to the street. I felt sticky between my legs
. Oh my god! I actually got aroused watching the boss masturbate!
That night, I took the initiative to ask my husband for sex. He could clearly feel my wetness, constantly caressing and teasing me,
but he still wouldn't enter me. He asked in my ear, "Why are you so horny today, honey? Which wild man are you thinking about
? Or have you been seducing someone again?"
Thinking about what happened in the office just now, I desperately needed my husband's penis to fill me up. I was going crazy! I
reached out and grabbed my husband's penis, stroking it hard, but he still wouldn't enter me, continuing to tease me.
I wanted it! I pushed my husband away, flipped over, and straddled him… I first grabbed his throbbing penis and sat down
. It was so full, so incredibly full! I felt like it was about to pierce my stomach. I screamed, wildly
rocking back and forth, lifting my hips and then slamming them down. Because I was so wet, the penis slipped
out several times from my wetness. I couldn't take it anymore, so I leaned down and frantically kissed my husband, whispering in his ear,
"Honey, I want you to fuck me!"
I always thought I was a conservative woman, that hearing someone utter dirty words would immediately make me feel
extremely uncomfortable, but I never imagined that I would say such unladylike things under the influence of lust!
My words were like an aphrodisiac; my husband flipped over and began thrusting wildly, waves of pleasure washing over me
. But my husband still wouldn't let me go: "Are you thinking about some other man, that's why you're so excited? You slut
!"
Thinking about that mushroom, bigger than my husband's, I felt an unprecedented satisfaction!

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