Earthquake Syndrome

That was right after the 9.21 earthquake. Because of the disaster caused by the 9.21 earthquake, my wife would become extremely sensitive whenever there was an aftershock or the ground shook. This caused my wife to develop earthquake syndrome. Whenever the ground shook, she would immediately run outside from indoors. She had already experienced this several times during the previous aftershocks. One night, my wife and I went to a clothing store to buy clothes. She was wearing a well-fitting dress. Although the dress was a bit short, it was also very form-fitting, showing off her figure perfectly. Underneath, she was only wearing a white and red lace top. Through the form-fitting clothes, if she straightened her body, it would be easy for people to see her exposed figure.

When we went to the discount clothing store to buy clothes, she would always look at the clothes on the shelves. Through her revealing thighs, I could really appreciate how beautiful and shapely her figure was. My wife and I were shopping together, but her eyes kept wandering to the revealing clothes. I didn't know what to do, so I just accepted the fact that she was browsing the semi-transparent clothes and stayed by her side.

While we were shopping, couples and spouses around us would often turn their attention to my wife, especially the men who looked at us with curiosity and envy. My wife was dressed elegantly and appropriately, with a refined air, and her figure was shapely and shapely, her legs subtly revealing their curves. My wife didn't seem to care about the curious and envious looks she received; she continued to leisurely choose clothes. The men watching her seemed to be completely absorbed in their own world, forgetting their partners were there, and would occasionally steal glances at my wife.

I stayed by my wife's side, watching her choose clothes up close. Out of the corner of my eye, I could feel that the men around us were all staring at her. I thought that if she continued to be stared at like this, and if she accidentally bent down to choose clothes, someone would see the peephole in her skirt. I couldn't help but feel a surge of jealousy. So I tried my best to stand behind my wife to prevent her from being exposed.

My wife went to a clothing shelf and looked at some clothes. She picked out two tops and a short skirt, then went to the fitting room to try them on. I looked around at the other clothes, occasionally glancing in the direction of the fitting room, waiting for my wife to come out. But then, I couldn't believe what was happening. I saw my wife trying on clothes in the fitting room. The curtain wasn't closed properly, revealing a small gap. Unaware of this, she took off her clothes, leaving only her underwear, and changed into the two tops and the short skirt she had chosen. Her actions allowed anyone outside to clearly see the curves of her naked body—a truly embarrassing sight.

As the lights in the fitting room shone, her movements, her body, and her expression were all revealed to those outside. Unaware of her surroundings, she took off her clothes and changed into the fitting room. Under the lights, her snow-white figure, delicate skin, and alluring curves were clearly visible. Her actions made her easily identifiable to those outside. Anyone lingering nearby could see her clearly by glancing through the gap in the fitting room.

At this moment, some men were loitering nearby, lingering suspiciously, using the excuse of choosing clothes to stay in that area. I thought to myself that my wife's unwitting actions had already allowed these people outside to see her body. Although she was wearing white and red lace, her exposed figure had already become the focus of those men's gazes. Those men were also eyeing my wife's body. They remained silent, but seemed to have an unspoken understanding, watching each other in an orderly manner, their heads constantly moving. They seemed to be watching a dance, peeking through the gaps as my wife took off her clothes, performed a dance, and tried on clothes with her naked body.

My wife was initially unaware that her actions had allowed men outside to see her body. She was focused on trying on her new clothes and didn't realize the curtain wasn't properly drawn, meaning her every move was exposed. Luckily, she was wearing a white and red lace top underneath; otherwise, she would have been completely naked, which would have been a true nude dance performance. Under the spotlight, her fair skin and delicate figure were clearly visible. Her carelessness allowed the men outside to see her body clearly, and they were observing her every move, her figure, and her expressions. My wife has a beautifully curvaceous figure; those men must have been incredibly excited!

Later, my wife accidentally discovered that she was being spied on through the gap in the curtain. She was startled to realize that her actions had allowed the men outside to see her body. Despite this sudden realization, my wife feigned composure and nonchalantly allowed the men to continue looking at her. Of course, my wife was both surprised and excited. She seemed unsurprised that the men outside had seen her body. A sweet smile appeared on her face, as if telling the men outside that they were welcome to look at her body, and that they shouldn't miss the opportunity—look as much as they wanted! Look as much as they could! Look their fill!

Taking advantage of the situation, she pretended to adjust herself, pulling and shifting to reveal her two full breasts, allowing the men outside to peek at them. Two small, brownish, peanut-like nipples adorned her breasts, seemingly welcoming the men's gaze. She also feigned accidental contact with the curtain, slightly widening the gap to allow the men outside to peek at her breasts and entire body. Her actions baffled me. Did she truly enjoy exposing her body, letting men spy on her? Did she really love showing off? Perhaps she felt it was a waste that no one saw her beautiful figure, so she seized this opportunity to let men admire her, enjoying the inexplicable excitement of being watched, demonstrating her feminine allure and highlighting her beautiful, graceful figure.

Oh! "Don't come here, you're making a huge mistake, you'll defile my beauty... (Three bowls of pig's feet)" This song was playing in the clothing store, spreading throughout every corner. My wife, in the fitting room, started dancing to the song, swaying her hips and twisting her waist. Completely lost in the music, she kept changing, taking off her clothes and putting on another. In the process, she even accidentally pulled off her red lace top. The scene was truly breathtaking; she was completely naked.

I couldn't believe my eyes; I was stunned. The men watching my wife were excitedly observing her, their gazes on her body seemingly even more intense, almost drooling.

I walked over and watched the men's actions and my wife's expression. I didn't stop them. I saw that the men seemed to have tasted the sweetness of it all, and they were pretending to shop for clothes, lingering in the fitting room where my wife was, while my wife was still completely absorbed in trying on clothes. Although she had noticed that the men had been watching her exposed clothes for a long time, and the men who were unwilling to leave were always eyeing her covetously, she seemed to be enjoying it, reveling in the pleasure and feeling infinitely happy and comfortable.

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men were still pretending to shop for clothes, lingering around my wife's fitting room, wanting to feast their eyes on her body. They had already seen her exposed skin; every movement she made was beautiful. Seeing so many men excited because of my wife, those men also tried hard to look, to glance, to steal glances, to spy intently. I was truly moved. At that moment, my jealousy turned into excitement. I continued to watch, watching my wife being admired and spied on, letting strangers look at her, letting her expression be, and I felt deeply proud. It was truly touching. I never imagined my wife's figure was so attractive, which also showed that she possessed the power of a woman.

My wife could feel the men staring at her, especially at her private area. She seemed excited and experiencing waves of pleasure; even her nipples were erect. She was completely naked and had taken off her bra. Her nipples were still erect, and I think she was probably already soaking wet from the excitement. I went over and called to her from outside. She put her clothes back on and came out. We continued walking towards the lingerie section to choose some underwear.

When the men from earlier saw me approaching, some pretended to remain calm and continued browsing clothes, while others moved elsewhere, but they all seemed lost in thought, reminiscing about the peeping they had witnessed. Their genitals were bulging, and I noticed their physical reactions, which excited me as well!

As we continued shopping, whenever my wife noticed men peeping at her outside, especially when there weren't many people around, she would use the same tactic again, drawing men closer to her body. My wife seemed addicted to this pleasure, seemingly genuinely enjoying letting them see her clothes and getting them hooked, finding satisfaction and adding spice to their lives. I, on the other hand, was both surprised and angry at her exposure, yet also felt a thrill and a sense of novelty in accepting it—a completely contradictory state of mind, and I didn't understand why.

I thought to myself, if my wife wasn't passionate enough, I wouldn't be happy. Looking at other men's wives, how many dare to be so open and create surprises? Being so generous and natural is quite nice. On the contrary, if my wife dared to be disobedient or disrespectful, I'd just leave her; I could marry another. What's there to be afraid of? Besides, every man always thinks other men's wives are better. One should cherish what one has. Having such a passionate wife is truly a blessing! She's so much better than those cold-hearted women. Life is more interesting, less dull and monotonous, and life won't be so monotonous.

Later, while browsing, we went to the lingerie section to choose underwear. My wife picked out a slightly smaller set of underwear. She went to the fitting room to try it on. The lingerie fitting room had a door that could be closed, and it was more refined, while the clothing fitting room had a curtain and was more basic. She closed the fitting room door and was trying on some underwear inside. The door was so narrow I couldn't see her trying it on, and no one else could see her body. Therefore, I felt more relaxed, and my anxiety subsided.

As time passed, she had been trying on underwear in the fitting room for over ten minutes. I waited anxiously outside, thinking: perhaps she was feeling a strange excitement thinking about how she had been spied on earlier; perhaps she really liked exposing her body and letting men peek at her. If that was the case, then she was truly too showy.

Perhaps she was fantasizing about exposing her body, letting men peek at it. Maybe she felt it was a waste, a disservice, a betrayal of herself that no one saw her beautiful figure. She believed her allure wasn't enough for just her husband; everyone should appreciate it, broaden their horizons, and have fun, contributing to gender harmony in society, creating a refreshing atmosphere, and easing the pressure on men in competitive society. Therefore, she embraced the idea that sharing happiness is better than keeping it to herself, wanting to give back to society. So, seizing this opportunity, she let men peek at her beautiful body, desperately enjoying the inexplicable excitement of being watched, demonstrating her feminine charm, teasing her curves, and highlighting her beautiful figure.

As I waited outside, all sorts of conflicting emotions surged within me. I was jealous, yet also felt a strange excitement. Perhaps she was in the fitting room, recalling the glimpses of her body she had just been seen in, and feeling excited, consoling herself.

I stepped closer to the door, pressing my ear against the crack to listen to the sounds coming from the fitting room. My mouth dropped open in disbelief; I could hear my wife's faint, low breathing.

"Ah..." I listened intently to the sounds from inside the fitting room, utterly astonished. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Just moments before, I'd been guessing my wife was masturbating! That was just a guess, but I'd actually heard her low breathing. I seriously doubted her authenticity; it was an unexpected display of lewdness. Curious, I continued listening.

"...Ah...ah...oh...ya...ah...oh...so good...so good...ah......so beautiful...so wonderful...so good...oh..." I kept wondering what she was doing! What was she doing?! I kept listening through the crack in the door. Was my wife really masturbating, touching herself? Curious, I continued listening.

The lingerie saleswoman was talking to a female customer about lingerie, occasionally glancing at me. Knowing my wife and I were together, she ignored my actions. Besides, she was some distance away, so neither she nor the customer could hear my wife's low, labored breathing.

I was outside, peering through the crack in the door, listening to the sounds coming from inside the fitting room: "Oh… oh… wet… so beautiful… oh… so good… oh… good…" It

was so unexpected! My wife was actually getting up in the fitting room! I never imagined she would do this. Taking advantage of the fact that no one was around, she started touching her body, playing with her breasts, nipples, and genitals, and even moaning with excitement. She must have been thoroughly enjoying herself. Although I didn't see it, I could understand her feelings.

Suddenly, there was a shaking. Looking up, I saw the ceiling lights swaying. Many people rushed towards the exits; it was an earthquake. I was still anxiously waiting for my wife. I called out to her, and the door opened quickly. My wife, clutching her clothes she hadn't had time to put on, was running out completely naked. Although the earthquake was short, the devastation of the 9.2 earthquake was still vivid in her mind. She didn't care about putting on clothes; she ran out naked. Survival was the priority; she didn't care about clothes. She ran towards the exit, completely exposed.

We quickly ran towards the exit, hurrying along the store floor. My wife, naked, ran frantically, her breasts swaying and shaking with each step. Her two ball-like breasts were being stared at by those around us. She tried to cover herself with the clothes she was carrying, but because she was running naked, they were still vaguely visible. But we didn't care about appearances; escaping was the priority, so she didn't care about being seen. We were only focused on running out, while everyone else's eyes were on my wife.

Although those people were also heading towards the exit, their eyes were all fixed on my wife's hot body. Their eyes were glued to her, staring intently, scrutinizing her. My wife's hot body was clearly displayed before them; her beautiful figure was being ogled without restraint. They stared intently at her body, at her full breasts, at her firm, prominent nipples, at what she barely concealed, at her slightly upturned, rounded buttocks, at her exposed, snow-white, slender legs, at her exquisite, curvaceous figure—they saw every inch of her body, her alluring, mysterious charm. Everything that could be seen, everything that was worth seeing, had been seen.

My God! She was completely naked, exuding her most alluring charm, like a dream. Now I finally understand, she was running naked, completely exposed. Perhaps she felt it was a pity and a waste that no one saw her beautiful figure, so she took advantage of the earthquake to liberate herself, find relief, and relieve boredom. Modern people live in a rapidly changing era, where all sorts of miracles and strange things can happen. It's just that the general public is unfamiliar with such things, and no one can predict what strange things will happen. Even Russian TV anchors broadcast news by exposing their bodies on screen, so what else is impossible?

Later, just as we were about to pass a fitting room, the earthquake suddenly stopped. My anxiety subsided, and I quickly went inside to put on the clothes. I waited outside for my wife to finish dressing. A moment later, we left with the clothes we had just bought. Because of my wife's surprising action, she attracted a lot of attention. As we walked along the aisle, people would look at her, staring in disbelief, their eyes practically glazed over. Even the female shop assistants were watching her, gazing at her figure, watching her back. We walked out the door, left the discount clothing store, and drove home.

After the earthquake, I went streaking and shopping. When we got home, my wife unbuttoned her shirt, took out her breasts, and asked me to lick her nipples. She also wanted me to touch her. Hehe! My warm, loving wife is so romantic! We did it twice more before she finally stopped… >]

[The End]

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