My dull husband

This afternoon, my husband came home with several bags of things. It turned out he had bought a laptop, a webcam, and a microphone. He felt that since he had to stay for work, we had less time to see each other, so he planned to install a webcam on the computer, and he took the laptop back to his dorm. That way, we could see each other through the screen every night.

Of course, I was very happy that my husband was so thoughtful and cared about me. However, he really needs to learn more about computers, because he spent most of the afternoon in the study and still couldn't get it working. I found his discouraged look funny, so I decided to cheer him up.

After entering the study, I hugged my husband from behind, pressing my breasts against his back: "Honey, are you still not done?"

"I don't know why, I just can't get the camera to turn on."

I buried his head in my cleavage from behind, my breasts tightly clamping his head through his t-shirt, while my hands slipped inside his clothes from the loose sleeves, caressing his chest.

"Honey, stop playing around, I'm busy right now."

"You go ahead and do your thing, don't worry about me." I continued stroking his chest with one hand, then pulled my right hand out and slowly slipped it down into his shorts, caressing my husband through his underwear. Soon, his penis became erect.

"Honey, how can I continue like this?" My husband stopped what he was doing, closing his eyes to enjoy it.

"Honey, you've been doing this all afternoon, why don't you take a break and let me take over." I slipped my hand under his underwear, gently grasping it, lightly tracing every inch of his skin with my fingertips, then cupping his cool, fleshy mounds in my palm.

"Honey, shouldn't you be massaging his shoulders? Are you mistaken?"

"No mistake, I'm massaging the place that will make you feel most comfortable, aren't I?"

"You're right, you're right, this is much more comfortable than the shoulders," my husband said.

I gestured for my husband to stand up, then pulled down his shorts, revealing a huge thing bulging a small tent in his underwear. I couldn't wait to pull down his underwear, revealing a hard, erect penis. I knelt down and first licked it with the tip of my tongue, then gently took his nipples into my mouth. Next, I moved my tongue upwards, circling the shaft, and retreated just before reaching the top.

After several repetitions, my husband couldn't help but say, "You're making me uncomfortable! It's itchy, hurry up and lick it for me."

I flicked my tongue upwards along the shaft from the bottom, but just barely missed it. Afraid he would force himself on me, I grabbed the base with my hand and slowly moved my mouth towards it. Just before touching it, I stopped and gently blew air into the already swollen penis.

"Oh! It's so itchy! If you keep teasing me like this, see what I'll do next!" My husband pressed my head down with both hands and thrust his hips forward. Luckily, I had anticipated this, so I turned my head to avoid it.

"If you keep acting up like this, I'm not talking to you anymore. You can continue installing your computer yourself!" I said.

"No, no, I'm letting go, I'm letting go, my lovely wife, come again!" That's how men are; when their lust is aroused, they'll do whatever you want.

I grabbed my husband's penis and slowly moved it up and down. I deliberately only moved the shaft, not touching it, just occasionally blowing on it, making it neither fully erect nor throbbing. Watching him both feel comfortable and strained was really funny.

After teasing him like this for a while, I started to stroke his entire penis with my hand. It was already swollen, but it became even bigger and hotter in my hand. I first circled the tip of my tongue around the glans, then licked it, making it all wet. I couldn't tell if it was my saliva or the mucus flowing from the glans.

My husband pressed my head down again, gently pulling me towards his penis. I knew he needed a warm place to hold his already swollen member.

I opened my mouth and took his penis in, circling it with my tongue and sucking hard a few times. Then I moved my head forward, taking my husband inch by inch into my mouth until it was completely full and I couldn't go any further. I held my husband's penis in my mouth, sucking it tightly and squeezing it with my whole mouth.

"Oh! Your mouth is so warm, and it feels so good..." I looked up at him sideways, but my husband's head was tilted back, so I couldn't see his expression. But I didn't need to look to know that he must be feeling incredibly good.

My head moved slowly back and forth, and my husband's penis kept moving in and out of my mouth. I used my teeth and lips to gently scrape my husband's penis, and whenever I scraped his most sensitive spot, my husband couldn't help but let out a soft moan. Sometimes I would tease it with my tongue, sometimes I would suck it with my lips, and sometimes I would gently bite it with my teeth. I didn't forget the two little fleshy balls at the base of the penis, so I would lick them with the tip of my tongue from time to time and lightly brush them with my hand.

"Ahhh...so good! So good, honey..." With my mouth and tongue working so hard, I felt my husband was about to come, so I focused on stroking him, moving my head back and forth faster and faster. Eventually, my husband grabbed my head and used my mouth as a makeshift vagina.

His rough actions made me very uncomfortable, and his slamming into me made my teeth ache. So, when he wasn't looking, I spat out his entire penis.

"You're hurting me, I'm not doing it anymore!" I complained.

"I'm almost there, please, help me get it out, okay?" my husband said helplessly.

"No, just masturbate yourself!" I turned my back to him, crossed my arms over my chest, and pretended to be very angry.

My husband hugged me from behind, rubbing his penis against my buttocks: "I'm sorry, honey, I won't hurt you again."

"Let me go, I don't want to!"

He grabbed my breasts through my t-shirt from behind, sucked on my earlobe, and then used his tongue to penetrate my ear. I struggled free from his embrace: "I told you no, you can masturbate yourself!"

He saw through my words; otherwise, I would have run back to the bedroom long ago. So he leaned in again, wrapping his arms around my waist and pressing his entire body against mine: "Wife, I was too rough just now." He leaned forward from behind and kissed my lips deeply.

While kissing me, his hands roamed freely over my chest for a while before slipping his left hand inside my underwear and caressing me directly: "You're already so wet here!"

My two most sensitive areas were in his hands, and his mouth was sucking on my lips, our tongues intertwined. I closed my eyes, enjoying my husband's passionate kisses and caresses, one hand reaching behind him to wrap around his neck, the other grasping his breasts and gently stroking them.

I felt the hand that had been kneading my breasts leave, and then my eyes lit up; my husband had reached out and pulled back the curtains.

"Honey, what are you doing? Close the curtains! Someone will see us." I reached out to close the curtains, but my husband held on tightly.

"How could anyone see us? The building across the street is so far away, no one will see us."

"It's not about whether anyone sees us or not. Even if no one sees us, you have to close the curtains, or I'm leaving," I said.

"You think you can just leave like that!" My husband pulled me back, making it impossible for me to grab the curtains. And to break my resistance, he inserted his fingers into my already overflowing vagina, digging into the vaginal walls with his fingers. I tried to clench my legs to stop my husband's teasing, but now I was weak, and my clenched legs looked like a half-hearted resistance to him, which only aroused his lust.

"No... don't do this, what if... someone sees us?" I pleaded desperately.

"Don't worry, who would be so free to watch what someone does at home? Besides, you're dressed. I really want to take you to heaven with my hands by the window."

I thought about it and realized it made sense. Even if someone saw us now, they'd only see a man hugging a woman from behind, and they might not even see a hand inside my pants.

"Ugh! You men, you just love doing this."

"What! You men?" My husband stared at me

, wide-eyed. I blurted out, "Mrs. Huang, who lives next door, told me her husband has this fetish too."

"Oh, I see. You scared me half to death. So Mr. Huang has this interest too!" His hands started acting up again.

He slipped his hand inside my clothes, groping every sensitive spot. We'd moved to the window. I gripped the window frame with one hand and reached behind me to stroke his with the other. My eyes were fixed on the heads of people on the street, turning into tiny black dots, while I kept glancing at the buildings across the street to see if anyone was watching. Whenever his fingers felt incredibly good, I'd close my eyes, tilt my head back, and whisper.

Suddenly, my husband pulled down my shorts. "Don't... take off my underwear, I... don't want to be... seen by anyone." I desperately pulled at my underwear.

"Don't worry, no one will see. Relax, relax..."

My weak hands couldn't stop my husband from pulling down my underwear, finally exposing me to the window. I was a little scared, but also a little excited. A breeze blew in from outside the window, gently passing through and gliding over me.

Was it the feeling of excitement and fear in my heart? Or the stimulation of the cold wind? It caused me to secrete a lot of fluid.

His fingers were pulled out, and a feeling of emptiness spread throughout my body. Fortunately, my impatient husband had already lifted my right leg and placed it on a chair. Then, his penis pressed against my upper body from below, touching it before thrusting in.

Perhaps the position was a little strange, as my husband wasn't very fast, but every thrust was thorough and large, going straight into my flower core and then pulling out until it almost fell out. My husband's restless hands began to caress my waist, then slowly moved upwards, but this time he didn't reach inside my t-shirt, but pushed it up.

He kept stroking me up and down, each time pushing my t-shirt higher than the last… Slowly, his hand reached the base of my breasts. I knew that if I didn't stop him, he would continue to push them up, exposing my breasts to the window.

I grabbed his hand and said, "Don't pull my clothes up any higher."

He didn't respond, but simply kept his hand at the base of my breasts, gently teasing them with the base of his thumb, making my breasts bounce up and down, then slipping his fingers inside to brush my nipples. After a while, he put his whole palm up and enveloped my breasts and nipples, his palm and fingers constantly kneading my breasts, then using his wrist to push up my t-shirt.

If someone were outside the window at this moment, they would see a woman standing by the window, one foot on the ground, the other raised on a chair. Because her buttocks were slightly raised, only a few dark shadows of her lower body could be seen, and a dark, fleshy rod was moving up and down between her snow-white legs, her waist twisting slightly with each thrust.

The woman seemed to be wearing a dress, but it had been pushed up to her chest, and a pair of inconsiderate hands were blocking her beautiful view.

I reached out and pulled down my t-shirt to cover his hands that were fondling my breasts. Perhaps he was unhappy with this, so he suddenly grabbed my breasts forcefully, and then his penis rushed towards my vagina, making me cry out involuntarily, "Ah...ah...ah...ah...help..."

At first, I really couldn't withstand his intensity, and there was a little pain. But I quickly got used to it, and the pleasure became more and more intense, "Ah...ah...husband, faster...I...almost there..." I don't know if it was because it was my first time by the window, but I was particularly sensitive today.

However, when I was about to come, my husband stopped thrusting, stopping at the entrance. A strong sense of emptiness spread throughout my body. I wanted to sit down so that my husband could fill my body again. But as I sat down, my husband grabbed my buttocks and moved his body down, preventing me from succeeding.

"Husband, don't stop, I want..." I said. My husband slowly inserted himself, but stopped after reaching my clitoris.

"Honey, stop playing around, hurry... hurry and fuck me..." He slowly pulled out, almost completely out, then stopped again.

"Why did you stop? I... want your little darling." He inserted himself again, this time without stopping, but very slowly.

"Honey, please, fuck me hard! You're making me feel so uncomfortable!"

I said.

"You're so disobedient, and you teased me earlier, of course I have to punish you. If you want me to speed things up, you'd better listen to me." He said.

"Okay, okay, I'll listen. Whatever you want me to do, I'll do it."

"Really? Then pull up your t-shirt, I want to expose your entire breasts." He said.

I already felt ashamed of exposing my lower body, but it wasn't a large area, and people in the opposite building wouldn't easily notice; if I pulled up my t-shirt, my entire snow-white body would be exposed, and I was afraid of being discovered.

Seeing my hesitation, my husband said, "If you don't listen, I won't listen to you either. Don't be afraid, no one will see." He slowly and deliberately took my hands and placed them under the hem of my shirt: "Take it!"

As if hypnotized, I actually took the shirt and followed his lead, lifting my hands upwards.

When my hands reached the bottom of my breasts, he released my hands and said, "Pull up your shirt yourself."

My husband was now thrusting at a leisurely pace, making me feel incredibly aroused. I really needed his strength, but for that, my husband wanted me to perform the act in front of the window, risking being seen. What should I do?

Seeing my hesitation, my husband intensified his teasing. He first moved his hands to mine, using one hand to spread my labia apart, revealing my clitoris, and then gently swirling his other hand around it.

I couldn't hold back any longer. This feeling of being stuck in limbo was exhausting. It was better to just obey and finish quickly than to drag it out here. The longer I dragged it out, the easier it would be for someone to find out. So I mustered my courage, pulled up my t-shirt, and exposed my breasts.

"Good girl," my husband praised me, then took off my t-shirt, placed my hands on the windowsill, and slowly accelerated while holding my waist.

My husband seemed to be going crazy, thrusting faster and harder, while constantly spouting lewd things: "Wife, look at you, standing naked in front of the window being fucked by men. Do you know how many men are watching you from across the street? Watching your breasts bobbing back and forth, watching your lustful face..."

"Wife, quickly caress your breasts... Yes! Like that... Quickly pinch your nipples... Imagine someone is watching you from across the street..."

I followed my husband's instructions and played with my breasts. When he told me to imagine someone was watching us make love, I actually started fantasizing along with his lewd thoughts, and a strange, indescribable pleasure suddenly welled up inside me.

A while later, my husband roughly pushed me towards the window, my whole body pressed against the glass, my breasts flattened, and he kept thrusting rapidly from behind.

"Honey, honey, there's someone in the building across the street... watching us... oh... ah..."

I noticed a man standing by the window of one of the apartments, his hand inside his pants moving incessantly; it was obvious he was doing something indecent. I tried to cover my breasts, but I was pinned down and couldn't move.

"Actually, he saw it a long time ago. He couldn't see your face from this distance. Let's do a good deed today and let him see!" My husband didn't seem to mind that my body was being seen by a stranger, and he was even putting on a sex act in front of him.

"Quick...let go...me...ah...ah...faster...no...I...don't...feel...good

...faster...faster..." I started to stammer incoherently.

Seeing that I was trying to resist, my husband sped up, reaching out to rub me, trying to make me lose my mind with lust. I was incredibly excited by my husband, but every time I saw the man opposite me, I felt ashamed. I could only lower my head, letting my hair cover my face so he couldn't see what I looked like.

"Wife, look, that man across the street is staring at your body. Is he thinking, 'You slut, stripped naked by the window, you must be a whore who seduces men everywhere,' and the guy fucking you behind your back might be your neighbor?"

"Or maybe he's thinking, 'Next time, he'll be the one fucking you. He'll be fucking your wet pussy with his thick cock, his hands will be rubbing your big breasts, your body will be writhing in his arms, and your pussy will be wet with his…'" My husband said, thrusting into me.

I secretly peeked at the man through my hair, following my husband's lewd words, fantasizing about having sex with this stranger, becoming a whore for everyone.

Suddenly, I thought of Mr. Huang next door, of him fucking Mrs. Huang right in front of me, of the way his big cock was pressing against me that day. I wonder… I wonder if it would feel good to be fucked by him?

"Ah...ah...ah...almost...almost...coming...almost..." I no longer cared about the man in front of me, nor whether anyone in the neighborhood could hear me. I screamed wildly, spreading my legs as wide as possible to allow my husband to enter and exit my honey pot more smoothly.

"I'm...I'm going to come!" My body convulsed, becoming a squeezing machine, constantly contracting and pressing against my husband. After another twenty or thirty thrusts, my husband would reach his clitoris, ejaculating into my cervix. After he

finished, my husband still hugged me from behind, caressing my breasts, kneading them like two lumps of dough, and gently kissing my neck.

"Honey, don't touch me anymore, I'm tired, let me put my clothes back on."

"Wait a little longer, he'll come soon too."

I saw that the man had somehow gotten a pair of binoculars and was looking at me. That...that meant he had seen my body clearly just now!

To help him finish quickly, I reached out and parted his fingers, letting the fluid flow out. I smeared some on my fingers and then sucked on them, as if I were sucking on a piece of cloth.

"Why are you being so proactive now?" my husband said.

"Since I've already been seen naked, I might as well help him finish quickly, otherwise I'm afraid someone will see me again," I said.

My performance was effective; in less than a minute, the man's whole body was convulsing. Afterwards, I was exhausted and lay naked on the ground to rest.

[The End]

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