stairwell and awkwardness

Having had sex with my fiancée quite a few times, I've gradually developed her tolerance for various stimulating positions and language. We've also tried some exciting locations, like the hallway.
One day, after having dinner at her house, her mother went to rest in her room, leaving the two of us in the living room watching TV. My fiancée was wearing a dress, and I immediately noticed she wasn't wearing anything underneath. While watching TV, I started to grope her, touching her breasts and stroking her buttocks. By the way, (let's call my fiancée LP for now, she's too much trouble) LP's buttocks are incredibly soft and slender, creating a strong visual contrast during each repositioning, which LP is quite proud of. Gradually, LP started to get aroused. I was lying on the sofa, and LP turned to her side, bent over, and leaned in, revealing her breasts. I decisively lifted myself up slightly and took them into my mouth. With my skillful touch, I instantly aroused LP, making her moan softly. Because her mother was still in the other room, she didn't dare to make too much noise. I slipped my hand under her skirt, and sure enough, it was a little wet. My wife isn't the type to get so aroused that her panties are soaked and the water runs down her thighs, but when I parted her skirt, it was incredibly lubricated—not a lot of water, but very sticky. We'd done it before at her house, in the bathroom after her mother fell asleep, but today it was still early, I had to go home, and her mother wasn't asleep yet, so it definitely wouldn't work at home. I leaned close to my wife's ear and asked if she wanted to, and she nodded shyly. I whispered to her that we should go to the stairwell, her expression slightly surprised, but she didn't object much, which meant I thought I had a chance. I then got up and told my wife to put her skirt back on, said goodbye to her mother, and walked out, with my wife following me.
Nowadays, most people live in high-rise buildings, and few can climb stairs like I do (I used to climb 14 floors without the elevator to exercise, but I gave up after a few days). Plus, it's summer, so people wear less clothing, making it easier to "commit the crime." We went up to the stairs between the two floors, so we could see if anyone was passing by. This is a spot we often kiss, haha. My wife was worried someone might see us, so I told her my thoughts and then kissed her. Then I caressed her buttocks and breasts. After a few moments, her breathing became much heavier. I reached under her skirt and slowly pulled down her panties. My wife resisted, but not very strongly. We continued kissing, and I reached under her panties to caress her clitoris. She got increasingly wet. Then I took her hand and placed it on my penis so she could feel its hardness, haha. I slowly turned her around, lifted her skirt, pulled down her panties, and quickly ejaculated. I spread her buttocks and let her guide my penis in. When my penis entered her, she instantly lifted her head, clearly quite stimulated, and slowly pushed in. Usually, I like to penetrate her all the way in, and she likes that kind of impact too. But this time we were in the stairwell, and I was afraid she wouldn't be able to hold back her moans, hehe. I slowly thrust in and out, and my wife seemed to enjoy it. Then I increased the frequency, and from the side, I could see she was biting her lower lip. I asked her how it felt, but she didn't answer. I increased the frequency again, and when I asked if it was comfortable, she nodded. I started focusing on a rhythm similar to nine shallow thrusts followed by one deep one (who deliberately counts nine thrusts?). Gradually, I felt my wife was getting it easier, but her reaction wasn't very strong. The most obvious reaction was her facial expression, which I won't describe in detail.
The whole process hadn't even lasted ten minutes. I was considering where to ejaculate—inside, because premarital pregnancy isn't good; outside, should I have my wife masturbate me or something (my wife has never given me oral sex, so please don't suggest oral sex, fellow enthusiasts)? Before I could make a decision, and before I was even ready to ejaculate, I suddenly heard the sound of a door opening, followed by a dog barking. Oh no, my worst fear had come true. There was an old man on her floor who owned several dogs, and it seemed he was going to walk them again. His dogs weren't leashed; they were all free-roaming. I quickly pulled out my "gun," pulled up my shorts, and decisively went to the next floor to block the dog, giving my wife time to adjust her clothes (looking back, I was pretty quick-witted!). The old man glanced in our direction and then went into the elevator... Turning back, when I hugged my wife, she said a popular internet phrase, "You scared me to death..."
We didn't continue, but my wife had already had her turn and was satisfied. As for me, I've always enjoyed conquering women; the psychological satisfaction it brings far outweighs the physical satisfaction. So, I guess you could call it an awkward moment, haha. That's all for now. No pictures, just sharing some little things that happened to me, hopefully it'll make you laugh. But I guarantee every word is original and based on my real experience.

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