My wife's exposure at the bank

(a) On a crowded bus, my wife mistook a stranger for me.

Today I'd like to share some memories of what happened to me yesterday. First, let me introduce myself. I'm 35, and my wife is 33. I work in network technology, and through ten years of hard work, I've risen to the position of technical supervisor. My wife and I have been together since college, and these past years have been through thick and thin; it hasn't been easy for us.likeMy wife works at a bank—I won't say which one—and she was recently promoted to manager. I still remember the celebration we held for her. My wife is a cool beauty. Why? Because she prefers cool colors; she

rarely wears bright red or purple. Due to the nature of her work, she often wears business suits. When she's off work, she prefers white, gray, black, brown, or beige casual wear. But she has a great sense of style; her clothes always fit perfectly. They're a bit understated, but they look very elegant on her. She wears light makeup, with dark eyeshadow, and her long, shoulder-length hair is almost always styled in an updo.

I really admire how well she styles her hair. Every morning, my wife quickly styles her long hair, but there's always a wisp of bangs across her right forehead. With her hair up, she looks particularly capable. Now she's a junior manager, overseeing more than ten people. She speaks clearly and acts flawlessly, earning the appreciation of her superiors.

My wife has an oval face, large, long eyes with the corners set back a bit, somewhat resembling Vivian Hsu. She has very long eyelashes, often squinting in the wind. She has a high, straight nose, and her lips are, in my opinion, the most striking feature of her face.SexyThe thin skin on her buttocks, with a touch of light lipstick, always reminds me of the actress in the lipstick commercial that's been playing in my elevator lately. I think she's just as good, haha, her face is very alluring.

My wife is 1.67 meters tall, about 1.7 meters with heels. Her breasts are about the size of a normal man's hand, not sagging at all. Her waist is 2 feet 2 inches. The sexiest part of her body is her buttocks, white and full, but with a very beautiful shape and a great feel. Especially when she wears a bank suit, it's a true S-curve. The thin skirt hugs her full buttocks tightly, and her buttocks jiggle as she walks, unlike some women whose buttocks are big but hard. When she wears jeans or a casual sweater suit, her buttocks are always taut, and I often can't resist...lureI secretly caressed it, unable to put it down.

At the end of last year, we bought a car with our savings. I don't even know what kind of car it was. Anyway, what happened yesterday was all about this car that triggered our lewd behavior.

The weather here in July is so hot and humid. Yesterday afternoon at 5:30, I drove to my wife's workplace to pick her up after work as promised. After parking the car, I opened the sunroof, lit a cigarette, and waited for her to come out. Then I looked through the large glass doors of the bank and saw my wife lecturing a few people. She looked very serious, and her hand kept pointing at an employee and saying something. I remembered that my wife seemed to have mentioned that the number of credit card signings had dropped recently. I don't know why, but anyway, it's none of my business. I continued smoking and remembered what I read online about marrying a wife who works in a bank: "If you marry a wife who works in a bank, she won't argue with you. Because the bank is a very demanding place. Even a hedgehog will have its quills worn down after working in the bank for a long time, so she will be a gentle wife."

"A wife who works at a bank is more shrewd and knows better what she should and shouldn't spend on. She's definitely not just a pretty face." Thinking about it while smoking, it's true. My wife may look like a cold beauty, but she's incredibly obedient to me, often acting coquettishly and sweetly. In bed, she's even more compliant. We've been married for a long time, but we're becoming more and more focused on romance.

I like to have her wear fishnet stockings and stick out her big ass so I can fuck her from behind, and I'm used to inserting my thumb into her anus. At first, she didn't agree and tried to avoid it, but now she's compliant. Especially after she got promoted, I feel even more conquered when I'm fucking this ice beauty from behind. Occasionally, I'll have her wear her bank uniform while I fuck her, mostly from behind. I usually choose to do it from behind when I'm about to ejaculate because I love my wife's big ass so much. My wife's libido has been very high lately. I don't know if it's from work stress or if she's just a 30-year-old woman, but she often pounces on me and kisses me after showering at night, making me feel a bit powerless.

Across from my wife's workplace parking lot is a bus platform with many bus routes, so it's incredibly crowded between 5:30 and 6:00 PM. Often, as soon as a bus approaches, all sorts of men and women start scrambling to get on, vying for the best spot. The scene is quite dramatic, as this street has many shopping malls, banks, and office buildings, resulting in a very high volume of people.

Because of this, it's a popular area for professionals...BeautyThere were so many people there, it was quite a sight to behold. I thought to myself that I could finally say goodbye to the crowded buses.

But little did I know that yesterday's story was still happening on the bus, and the female protagonist was my wife, while I was hardly the male protagonist. Just then, the bank doors opened, and my wife quickly stepped out. Women in high heels just can't walk properly anymore, and the faster they walk, the more they sway.

My wife was wearing a white blouse, the hem of which had a row of fringes at the waist, a row of buttons in the front, and a delicate, feminine round collar. However, the blouse wasn't very tight, probably because it was hot. She wore a black short skirt, a little above the knee, I don't know if it's called a pencil skirt, the skirt had zippers on both sides, and it fit my wife perfectly. Sometimes my wife wears...StockingsShe probably hadn't been wearing anything these past few days because it was too hot, and her exposed calves were straight and white. She was wearing black high heels, and I especially love the sound of her heels when she walks, I don't know why. She had a white leather handbag slung over her left arm.

Just then, I saw a man around 40 years old behind us, seemingly waiting for the bus. He had a cigarette in his mouth and his eyes were fixed on my wife's buttocks. Even though I was in the car, I knew the view from behind was great; her full buttocks, encased in a short skirt, must have jiggled with the rapid clatter of her heels, and there was a clear cleft between her buttocks—very alluring. This outfit was one I'd chosen for my wife; it was thin and breathable, and she usually wore it home after work. Oh well, let him look. If it were me, I'd stare too.

I closed the sunroof, turned on the air conditioning, and opened the car door. My wife quickly got in. I suddenly placed my hand on the passenger seat, and she firmly sat on it. I casually closed the door. Oh, it feels so soft! I squeezed it hard. "Ah!" my wife giggled. "You're so naughty!"

I said, "I think about it all day if I don't touch it. Which underwear are you wearing today, my dear wife?"

My wife came over, hugged me, and kissed me. "Can't you tell?"

I pulled my hand away and hooked my middle finger upwards. Through the baby's skirt and underwear, I could feel my wife's vulva. "I guess she's not wearing anything!" I laughed out loud. I was so glad that we, an old married couple, could still joke like this.

My wife said, "The black transparent one you bought me, it's so breathable. Let's hurry up, there's going to be a traffic jam on XX Street soon. They've widened both sides of the road and pulled out all the big trees. If we don't leave now, the traffic will be terrible."

I thought so too. There's been road construction here recently. It's a straight road from my wife's workplace to home, supposedly a 20-minute drive, but there are traffic lights all the way, so it's a stop-and-go journey. And with the road construction, the traffic is terrible.

"Damn it!" I cursed. The car wouldn't start. I checked the air conditioning wasn't on either. I was exasperated. My wife and I fiddled with it for 15 minutes without success. We just bought the car; we had no idea how to fix it. My wife was sweating profusely, fanning herself with a small fan.

"Let's go, take the bus. We can leave the car in our company parking lot. I'll let the night watchman know later."

I thought about it and realized I had no other options. It was always impossible to get a taxi here at this time; even a short trip was difficult. I had tomorrow off, and I'd arranged for Lao Liu to take a look.

My wife and I got off the bus. She takes two showers a day, one at noon and one on her way home. I guessed she was in a hurry to get home and shower, so she walked ahead. I looked up at the bus stop—good heavens! There was a whole company of people waiting for the bus. I thought, "Here comes another ordeal."

I lit a cigarette and walked behind her. I usually don't smoke in front of my wife. Her back view was so sexy. She stood out in the station, dressed in a business suit, and was quite tall. Her hair was styled in a fashionable updo, with a light brown tinge at the nape of her neck—the color of her previous hair treatment. My gaze then fell on her buttocks.

At that moment, one leg was straining, the other half bent. From behind, her full buttocks naturally revealed a cleft between them. Her short skirt clung tightly to her buttocks, as if unwilling to slouch even half a centimeter off. I thought to myself that I often saw my wife with her bare buttocks at home, but rarely had the chance to appreciate them properly in public.

Then I noticed a man around 40 years old behind her. Wasn't that the same man from before? Heh. I watched him casually walk about a meter behind my wife and stop, his eyes fixed on her buttocks. Suddenly, my wife bent down and took a tissue to wipe the stains on her high heels.

My wife's plump buttocks were sticking out, facing the man. Her thin short skirt revealed the outline of her beautiful buttocks. Because of her posture, the skirt was very tight, and I could vaguely see the outline of her underwear. I think I could see my wife's anus through the thin skirt. Hehe. I saw the man lick his lips and swallow. You're lucky.

Just then, the bus arrived. I quickly threw away my cigarette and hurried to get on. If I was late, I might not be able to get on, and I didn't know when the next one would come. I cursed the damn bus. My wife glanced back and saw me coming. She also quickly stepped forward to get a good spot. There

were too many people. Everyone surged forward. I could only see my wife's hair in a bun. I noticed that the man was squeezed behind my wife. I also pushed forward. After 5 minutes, I finally squeezed on. The doors closed.

I struggled to get behind my wife. There were people all around. In front of my wife were two middle-aged women. Through them, I could see outside the window that there were still many people who hadn't gotten on.

My wife was gripping the handrail with her right hand, carrying bags in both hands, completely unable to move. To my left and slightly in front of me was an older woman, around 40 years old. Ugh, it was so crowded! At that moment, I cursed the bus company a million times, but it still didn't feel good.

Finally, the bus started moving. I sighed; it would probably take 40 minutes to get home. How boring! Thinking this, I placed my hand on my wife's buttocks. My position was slightly to the left behind her, allowing my right hand to freely touch her large buttocks. The thin skirt didn't affect the sensation at all. My wife turned around alertly, saw me, gave me a strange laugh, ignored me, and looked back out the window.

My right hand slowly moved down her waist, feeling her full buttocks and deep cleft. When I passed the peak of her buttocks, I gave it a firm squeeze. My wife turned around, frowning as if she wanted to say something, but I ignored her and continued to enjoy the warmth of her plump buttocks.

Suddenly, my hand touched another hand. I looked up sharply and saw the man from before smiling and nodding at me. I figured he must think I was groping him and had mistaken me for someone with similar tastes. After a two-second internal struggle, I smiled back. I'd occasionally read erotic novels that exposed wives, and after those two seconds, I was mostly excited. I saw his left hand slowly slide down, his middle finger pressing down, moving along my wife's buttocks until his entire palm was on her plump buttocks.

At that moment, I suddenly pulled my hand away, my heart pounding. I didn't say a word, but I felt a strange excitement. Afraid that my wife would notice both hands, he smiled at me again. I smiled wryly back at him. He was around 40 years old, very strong, with a buzz cut, and his head was about 1.77 meters tall, just like mine.

I looked down; his middle finger was pressed very deep, it must have been embedded in my wife's buttocks. My heart was pounding. On one hand, I was afraid my wife would find out, but on the other hand, I was incredibly excited. My wife, thinking it was me, was still looking out the window. My hands were itching. Although I touch this big butt every day, the feeling at this moment was truly different. It's hard to describe my feelings. I figured my wife wouldn't notice if I had both hands on her, so I placed my right hand on her butt as well. At this moment, without my wife's knowledge, I and a strange man were each touching half of my wife's plump buttocks.

Seeing that my wife didn't react, the stranger became even more audacious, grabbing her buttocks hard. My wife turned around and frowned at me, pouting her sexy little mouth as if to say, "Be gentle." I smiled and nodded at her. My wife turned back to look out the window. At this moment, I carefully looked at my wife's profile. In the twilight, my wife's profile was so beautiful. An earring hanging from her earlobe swayed with the movement of the car.

My hands kept wandering, occasionally brushing against the stranger's hands. Then, the stranger's hand moved to my wife's waist, slipping inside her shirt. My wife's smooth back was what I loved to caress most when we were having sex, but now it was being caressed by a strange man.

Just then, I noticed the man had moved closer to me and spotted the zipper of my short skirt. My heart skipped a beat, and I wondered what he was going to do, but I didn't stop him. He grabbed the zipper and pulled it down further. My wife, of course, felt it and slapped the stranger's hand away—though she assumed it was mine. She glanced back at me, and I instinctively raised my left hand and quickly made a gesture of "don't come out." My wife frowned slightly; I could tell from her lips she was saying "You're annoying." I quickly snapped back to reality and looked down. By then, the zipper was already halfway down, and he had pulled down the other side as well.

My heart was pounding. I saw him pulling down my wife's skirt, slowly, slowly revealing the edge of her panties. Because the panties were low-waisted, I could vaguely see the crease of her buttocks. This scene left me at a loss. The skirt was already pushed up to her buttocks and stuck there. I thought that if my wife didn't have big buttocks, the skirt would have slipped down. Most of her buttocks were exposed. Although it was dusk, I could still see the crease of my wife's buttocks through the transparent panties. At this moment, the car was stuck at the station, and construction ahead meant we wouldn't be able to move.

I watched the stranger's actions with a mixture of tension and excitement. His hands reached inside the skirt, deeper and deeper. His entire hand was inside the skirt. His hand was still moving downwards when suddenly my wife trembled. I saw the stranger's hand stop at my wife's crotch. Damn! He must have touched my wife's vulva. I could only see the hand inside the skirt moving back and forth. My wife's left leg moved slightly to the left, and I heard a crisp sound of high heels.

Seeing my wife's cooperation, the stranger seemed completely relaxed. He smiled at me, raised his eyebrows at my wife's buttocks, and gave me a thumbs-up. I was both amused and exasperated. I glanced at my wife from the side; she was looking out the window

with a slight frown. When my wife and I are intimate in bed, I often hold her and stroke her full buttocks through her underwear, sometimes even touching her vulva. Her underwear must be wet now. The stranger could definitely feel the outline of her vulva. I felt my penis harden.

The stranger became increasingly audacious. He pulled his hand out and slowly slipped his middle finger along the edge of my wife's sheer black underwear, down her buttocks. I didn't know what to do anymore. I could only feel my pounding heart and my erect penis.

The stranger's hand slowly slid down, and her skirt was now pulled up to her thighs. I quickly grabbed the hem of the skirt to prevent it from slipping down, but I didn't pull it up further. I knew I was just assisting him, making things easier for him.

Through the dim light, I could see my wife's entire buttocks exposed. A stranger's hand, visible through her black, transparent panties, was caressing and kneading her white buttocks, occasionally grabbing and squeezing the flesh. I swallowed hard. Suddenly, the stranger's middle finger pressed down along the cleft of my wife's buttocks, and I felt her body tremble again. His hand was now completely under her buttocks; I could only see a white, full bottom and a deep cleft. His wrist moved up and down, and my wife arched her chest and buttocks back, as if welcoming his thrusts.

My wife's vagina was still pink and very wet; this kind of stimulation would probably cause it to overflow. I saw my wife's body swaying slightly from side to side and occasionally shifting her plump buttocks back and forth. I looked at my wife from the side again; she was frowning, biting her lower lip, and still looking out the window.

Then he withdrew his left hand and slowly slid it across his wife's buttocks, rubbing the back of his hand against her buttocks, as if wiping away the vaginal fluid from his fingers. Sure enough, there were several wet streaks on his wife's buttocks. Suddenly, he grabbed his wife's buttocks with both hands and spread them apart. At this moment, I saw my wife's anus unwillingly exposed to him. My wife then raised her buttocks slightly. I could see that the red vulva still had some vaginal fluid remaining. I was holding her short skirt with my left hand, feeling my penis throbbing violently.

The stranger suddenly inserted his fingers into my wife's anus with his left hand. My wife let out a cry and jerked her head back, then turned around and frowned at me. I quickly hid my hands behind my wife's back. I whispered in my wife's ear, "Honey, don't move."Stimulate"

My wife's lips seemed to be saying 'it hurts.' She turned her face away, frowning and biting her lip, looking out the window.

At this moment, his movements became even more lewd. I could feel him breathing heavily. His hand was thrusting in and out of my wife's anus.

I usually like to insert my thumb when I have sex with my wife from behind. My wife's anus never has any smell. Maybe it's because she showers often and she's very clean. But it's only a light touch because my wife said it hurts. We've never had anal sex before. At this moment, a strange man is actually inserting his penis into my wife's anus on the bus while I'm still holding my..." My wife's skirt.

I gasped for breath. Suddenly, he pulled out a finger and smelled it. "Damn it, you even smell it?" he said, then suddenly put his finger to my nose. I smelled a faint scent of soap. My wife had just showered at noon.

He gave me a thumbs-up and gestured for me to do the same. I swallowed hard and remained silent; to be precise, I was completely at a loss. Then he pulled up my wife's underwear, and I quickly pulled up her skirt as well, but he stopped my hand, gesturing for me to wait. "What the hell are you going to do?"

At that moment, I saw him pull down his zipper and pull out his penis. My head was buzzing. How could this be?

Letting his wife, who works at a bank, be violated by a pervert in her business attire without permission? Before I could react, he grabbed my wife's right hand and moved it down to his penis. Oh my god, what if my wife notices? I shifted slightly to the right, afraid my wife would sense something was wrong, but the stranger forced his way behind my wife, his penis aimed at her big ass.

I shifted back a little and looked down; my wife's right hand was gripping his penis and pushing it back and forth. Was my wife masturbating him? I couldn't believe my eyes. I regretted it a little, but I knew there was nothing I could do but watch.

My wife must think she was helping me release. She was working very hard, her movements light but rhythmic. She even touched his glans with her slender index finger. Because my wife's right hand was gripping the handrail, she lost her balance and leaned back against the stranger. He must think my wife is incredibly lewd. Only a slut who's never met anyone would masturbate like this to a stranger. So the stranger became even bolder, reaching his hands to hug my wife's waist, his hands moving upwards from under her shirt.

Holy crap, he was going to touch my wife's breasts! My wife's breasts weren't big, but they were firm and didn't sag at all, and her nipples were very sensitive. I felt his hands had already pulled her bra up a bit, and his hands were kneading my wife's breasts. I saw my wife tilt her head back, her hair in a bun resting against his face.

The stranger lewdly pursed his lips and sniffed. I could smell the fragrance of my wife's hair; it must be the scent of shampoo. Looking at her from the side, I saw her eyes were half-closed, her head slightly tilted back. She licked her upper lip.

I couldn't take it anymore; I was incredibly hard. I looked down at the stranger's erect penis, its head pressed tightly against my wife's buttocks. I saw him thrusting his hips back and forth, his penis pressing against her buttocks with each thrust, making her buttocks tremble through her underwear.

Suddenly, he removed my wife's hand with his right hand and quickly pulled down her underwear with his left. He licked it and smeared it on his wife's anus. "What the hell are you doing?" His wife, at this moment, raised her right hand again, gripping the handrail, her eyes half-closed. Her long eyelashes fluttered, her eyes glazed and at his

mercy. He thrust his hips forward, inserting his glans into her anus. He pulled her buttocks outward with both hands; I could see the glans struggling to enter. His wife's eyes were tightly shut in pain, her teeth biting her lower lip so she dared not make a sound, her head snapping back. The stranger thrust again. His wife let out a soft moan; I saw teeth marks on her lower lip. Her eyes remained closed.

The stranger moved gently, and my wife opened her eyes, squinting as she looked out the window, her mouth open but not closed. Her head was still tilted back slightly, but she didn't make a sound. After about two minutes, the stranger stopped moving. I could see beads of sweat on his forehead, his breathing heavy, and suddenly a swell of penis. I saw his penis tremble.

I looked up at my wife. She had closed her eyes, as if she was enjoying something. Was that really it? At this moment, the stranger slowly pulled out his penis and quickly pulled up my wife's underwear, then said, "That felt good." "

He gestured for me to get on my wife.

I gave a wry smile, moved directly behind her, pulled up her skirt, zipped it up, and straightened my shirt.

Seeing I didn't move, he didn't say anything and just walked off. For the next 30 minutes, the bus was congested and passed six stops without stopping because it was too crowded to get on. My wife rested her head on my shoulder, her eyes closed, looking very tired. About 15 minutes later, we squeezed off the bus. After getting off, my wife said, 'You're so annoying! It hurts so much! There are so many people around, won't someone take pictures of us?'

I said, 'No, it's so dark, and there are two middle-aged women on either side, they won't.'

She said, 'Hurry up and get out of here, you've filled my ass with your semen, I can feel it leaking out now, hurry up and get out of here!' " I didn't say a word .

I watched my wife walk briskly ahead. Her back view was still beautiful; her long hair was styled in a fashionable updo, her suit was high-end and elegant, and her full buttocks were still so alluring. Her high heels clattered. Suddenly, I noticed a white liquid running down her left leg. As soon as we entered the house, I finally couldn't hold back anymore. I grabbed my wife and threw her onto the bed, shouting, "Quick, stick your butt out!"

My wife didn't know what was wrong with me and said, "You want more?"

I said, "Yes! I can't hold back anymore!" "

I've been busy with work lately, and my wife has also worked overtime twice, so she hasn't been getting much satisfaction from me lately. My wife obediently turned around, lay down on the edge of the bed, and stuck out her buttocks. I roughly pushed her short skirt up to her waist, and through her black transparent panties, I could see her buttocks cleft. It was wet with white semen, but I couldn't see her anus. Women with fleshy buttocks don't show their anus unless they spread their buttocks or spread their legs wide and stick their buttocks out. Her panties were completely wet.

I was breathing heavily. A man's semen. I slowly pulled down my wife's panties and saw that they were full of white semen. Strands of white semen were scattered on my wife's sticking-out buttocks. I parted my wife's buttocks. I saw that her anus, which had just been penetrated, had returned to normal. My wife had been walking from the station to home with semen still inside. That's why her buttocks cleft was covered in white..." It was covered in another man's semen.

I couldn't take it anymore; my penis was throbbing. With a forceful thrust, I shoved my entire penis into my wife's anus. I pumped wildly, into her anus, which was filled with another man's semen. Occasionally, I made a sizzling sound from the excessive force. I suddenly remembered the scene of my wife reprimanding her subordinates earlier. I reached out and pulled off my wife's hair clip. With each thrust, my wife groaned, sometimes in pain, sometimes in pleasure. Her long hair fell down, and I grabbed it and pulled it back. My wife could only tilt her head back, just like when she was being fucked by the stranger earlier. I continued to pump wildly, and I couldn't hear my wife's cries of pain anymore. After about 5 minutes, I ejaculated, shooting into my wife's anus. I pulled out my penis and saw a stream of semen flowing out of my wife's anus. I wondered if that man's semen was in this stream.

(II) Revisiting Campus with My Wife Leads to Passionate Encounters – Passionate Encounters in the Study Room

Last time, everyone looked down on me for my wife mistaking a stranger for me on a crowded bus. Haha, the reaction was strong! He definitely didn't actually have sex with his wife on the bus, so please don't get too excited. This time, I'm bringing you a passionate scene with my wife in a school study room. Don't worry, feel free to comment!

July is still incredibly hot and humid. It's been a while since my bus experience. I contacted my friend Lao Liu to get my car fixed at his familiar repair shop. They changed some oil and pressure gauge, which cost me a bit of money. Life is still the same old 9-to-5 routine, and with the weather, it's sometimes hard to concentrate.

It was a weekend evening. My wife and I were driving around, thinking we'd find a street food stall to grab something to eat. Since it was the weekend, my wife wasn't wearing her bank uniform after get off work. Instead, she was wearing jeans and a fitted white pullover t-shirt that tucked just above the jeans' waistband. She wasn't wearing her hair up in a bun either, but in a ponytail. The jeans were a Lee brand; you might see Lee ads in department stores. I think we bought them for 700 last year, which I always considered extravagant. But when I saw my wife try them on, I didn't hesitate to swipe my card and buy them, even though I still felt they weren't worth it. It was so expensive, but I'd never seen my wife wear jeans so well. They perfectly accentuated her big, soft buttocks. From the front, her thighs looked taut but without any excess fat, her legs flowing straight down to her body, making her appear very slender. From the back, the jeans hugged her buttocks tightly, giving them a lifting effect, making her big buttocks appear slightly smaller, but more fleshy and shapely. They were also soft and tempting to pinch. From the side, they highlighted her S-curve, creating a perfect arc from her waist down.

We drove to a food stall on XX Road. My wife ordered a plate of spicy crayfish and a bowl of spicy hot pot. I ordered a plate of stir-fried baby bonito flakes and a plate of sea snails. We didn't order any staple food, but after hesitating for a moment, I ordered a beer. Driving under the influence is now a criminal offense, so I couldn't be careless. However, drinking a bottle of beer really felt like I hadn't drunk anything at all. My wife is a glutton; she ate crayfish with gusto, her mouth agape. We completely relaxed from the stress of work, chatting and laughing for over an hour before leaving.

On the drive home, I said, "Honey, it's the weekend, let's go for a drive."

My wife said, "Okay, I'm taking my CFA exam soon, next week is the exam. Although I still need to study, I want to get some fresh air. Let

's take a drive around XX Road." "Okay!" I replied, and we drove towards XX Road. The greenery on both sides of this road is excellent; young couples often stroll here, so both the natural and cultural landscapes are pleasing to the eye.

After driving for about 15 minutes, I saw the gate of XX University. That's where I graduated, over 10 years ago. Suddenly, I felt a strong sense of nostalgia for my university days and my classmates. I slowed down and said, "Honey, we're at my alma mater."

"Yeah, does this bring back memories of your university girlfriends?"

"Hehe, I've never had a girlfriend except you."

"Honey, I really miss university days. What about you? "

"Me too. Those were great times, no pressure at all. Ah! Time flies..." I said.

"Come on, let's go in and take a look!"

"Okay, let's relive our university days." I parked the car, and my wife and I walked into the campus.

I put my hands in my pockets, my wife carried her white leather bag on her left shoulder, and linked her arm with mine as we walked along the campus paths. Actually, this place was very familiar to us, because we dated here. Of course, we also had that common problem of university life—nowhere to masturbate—and we left our marks on campus, hehe.

Although it was already getting dark, I would still see students passing by, some carrying backpacks, others holding books, which stirred up endless nostalgia within me. Our school is an engineering university, a 211 Project university. There are liberal arts departments, but not many, and their "quality" isn't great—I'm referring to the quality of the female liberal arts students, haha. But I must clarify here: I'm increasingly realizing that appearance and inner world are completely different things. A woman who isn't particularly attractive might have a very strong and resilient inner world, and her worldview and attitude towards life are beyond your reach. This is something I've come to understand after reading some biographies and the life stories of famous people. Furthermore, beautiful women aren't necessarily not promiscuous, and plain clothes don't mean they aren't flirtatious. Someone dressed very avant-garde might actually be quite conservative. In short, you can't judge a book by its cover.

Now, I'm constantly facing plans, tasks, reports, and completion statuses assigned by my superiors, sitting in front of my laptop, probably sitting in the office all day except when I go to the bathroom… I'm exhausted. Looking at every familiar blade of grass and tree, I stretched and said, "I really want to go back to school and study again, to have another self-study session!"

"Okay, come on, let's go read for a while," my wife said.

"Ah... really?" To be honest, I was a little hesitant about going to study. Sigh, people are always contradictory. After changing jobs, they always say the old ones were better, but if you ask them to go back, they don't want to. I said okay, and took my wife to our teaching building.

Since it was already 8:30 PM, there weren't many people in the building. When we went in, we saw many students coming out in groups. I said, "Honey, are we still going?"

My wife said, "Yes! Exams are coming up, and besides, didn't you want to relive your university days?"

"Okay," I said.

We arrived at the classroom door and peeked through a crack. It was packed! I said, "Let's go, let's find another one. It's so hot here, let's find one with fewer people."

We continued walking and came to a classroom at the corner of the building. I pushed the door open and wow, there were only three people there! Two of them looked like a couple. The couple was sitting in the third row on the right, and the boy was sitting in the sixth row on the right side, both engrossed in their books. My wife and I quietly went in, afraid of disturbing them. I whispered, "Let's go to the back."

We went to the left... I sat down in the second-to-last row. The chair was spacious enough for two people, but could squeeze in for three. The tables and chairs were old and worn, made me wonder why no one came to this classroom. It was cool though. My wife had already taken out some materials from her bag and started looking at them. She said to me, "Honey, why don't you relive your school days here?"

I was both amused and exasperated. With nothing else to do, I noticed the table was covered in writing. I almost burst out laughing. I could still remember some of the writing, like, "No cheating on exams, you'll be a freshman next year. Better to be morally bankrupt than fail!

", "Girls are too tiring, prostitutes are too expensive, better to organize more hometown associations, break up couples one by one.", "XX University has no beautiful women, only withered flowers and fallen willows, rows of couples, even those paired up are just sluts and wolves,", "Man on top of man, flesh within flesh, writhing up and down, endless pleasure,", "Legendary Taoist, level 41, covered in..."Top quality"Interested in adding me on QQ." Sigh... so many lecherous men... it's making me a little restless.

I looked up at my wife, who was intently studying documents at her desk. Without makeup, she didn't look like her usual bank manager; today, with her ponytail and jeans, she really looked like a student. Thinking of jeans reminded me of my wife's graceful figure and her big, soft, perky butt. I looked at her seated buttocks. Because her upper body was leaning forward, her breasts were roughly touching the desk, and her waist was... well, it would be perfect for rear entry if she rotated 90 degrees forward without changing her posture, because of her arched back and perky buttocks, hehe... although... My wife was sitting on a wooden chair, but from the side and back, she looked just as sexy as if she were standing. Her t-shirt wasn't very long, so I could see a section of her snow-white waist, and her two little dimples were so sexy. Lee's jeans were low-rise, and because of her posture, I could see her underwear—hehe, it was that black see-through pair. Through the see-through underwear, I could see her butt crack, and I could also see a bit of her buttocks below her waist. I felt so bored. We were supposed to be reliving our school days, but I think all I could see was our school sex life.

I slowly placed my hand on my wife's waist; it was so smooth. I thought, "You read your book while I touch you."

My wife smiled at me and continued reading. I slowly slid my hand down her low-rise jeans and touched her butt crack. Sliding it left and right was fun, so I continued sliding it wider, feeling her white and tender buttocks. I wanted to go lower, but the tight jeans stopped me. I pulled my hand out and hugged my wife's waist. My wife turned her head, frowned, and looked at me, saying, "What are you doing? This is a study room, don't do anything like that." "

I said, 'What do you want me to do? I'm so bored. Let's experience college life, just imagine we're still in college.'

My wife said, 'Oh, you're really something. Let's go home, ah...'

I ignored her and slowly unbuttoned my wife's pants and pulled down the zipper. My wife frowned and said, 'You're so annoying~'

I said, 'Look at you, look at you, hehe...'

My wife raised her left hand to prop up her chin and read a book. Now it's much looser. I pulled my jeans down a little, revealing half of her buttocks. I reached in again, and there was no obstruction. It felt good to touch, sometimes sliding down to her sides. Because she was sitting, the side of her waist felt very good, and I could grab my wife's buttocks.

After squeezing for 5 minutes, I slid my hand down along her buttocks, touching the chair below through the jeans. I wanted to touch my wife's vulva. I remembered that when we were in college, my wife and I were called girlfriends. We had masturbated each other twice in the study room. My wife's sex drive was very strong back then, and she always wanted to come out."climaxWe were also sitting in the study room, but in the last row. I remember later my wife was leaning against the wall behind her, and I helped her, and we both climaxed.

Then I squeezed her fingers hard, signaling her to lift her buttocks. She didn't move, so I pinched her breast. She lifted the half of her buttocks closest to me, meaning I could touch her vagina from that side. I immediately understood and quickly moved my hand to the correct position, reaching under her left buttock—this time inside her underwear. Wow… I rarely touch my wife's buttocks like this, especially in a study room. I glanced ahead; the two of them were still quietly reading.

I groped around below, moving my fingers to my crotch, inserting my middle finger into my wife's vagina. I felt her vagina was already wet. Humph, still pretending to be innocent. My position wasn't very comfortable, but I tried to push in as far as possible so I could penetrate deeper. I felt my entire middle and index fingers were inside; it was so warm and wet. I moved them back and forth, occasionally touching my wife's clitoris. I saw my wife slowly lean forward onto the desk and close her eyes. Since my wife usually finds it tiring to lift her buttocks, she crossed her legs, resting her left leg on her right. But now, her pants suddenly felt very tight, and I couldn't move. I pulled my hand out and slowly started to pull down my wife's jeans. My wife, leaning on the desk, looked up at me and also grabbed her jeans, whispering, "No, someone might come in."

I said, "We're in the back. Besides, it's already past 9 o'clock." Someone's come into this classroom.

Before my wife could react, I pushed her jeans all the way down. Then, she lifted her left buttock and I pulled, then lifted her right buttock and I pulled, and the jeans were pulled down. At this point, my wife was only wearing a transparent black panty. Because she was sitting, as they say, buttocks are smaller when standing and bigger when sitting, haha. And with my wife's upper body leaning on the desk, her buttocks looked even bigger. I leaned back to take a look. If I looked at my wife from eye level, the view would be better. I could see her entire buttocks. From a normal angle, this position would look like what I just said, like my wife's upper body leaning on the bed with her head buried in the bed, wanting me to penetrate her from behind. And I guess I could vaguely see her anus between her buttocks and the desk.

The more I thought about it, the more excited I became. I slipped my hand inside my wife's panties, and she cooperated with me. Wherever my hand moved, she would lift it slightly so as not to press down on my wrist. I casually touched her, and then inserted my middle and index fingers into my wife's vagina at the same time, while inserting my thumb into my wife's anus and probing. My wife breathed softly, closed her eyes, and seemed to be enjoying it. Sometimes when I was too rough, she would grab my arm to signal me to be gentler. I felt it wasn't enough, so when my wife slightly lifted her buttocks, I quickly pulled down her transparent black panties, pushing them up to her thighs. My wife then sat naked on the old wooden chair, still leaning on the desk.

Under the white light of the study room, my wife's buttocks looked incredibly alluring. I casually lifted the hem of her white t-shirt, revealing her smooth back, and gently stroked it from top to bottom with my palm… At this moment, my wife seemed to sense something and suddenly grabbed my hand, pulling it down onto her lower body. I knew she wanted it. My wife was always so compliant with me, so of course I would satisfy all her requests. I put my hand back under her buttocks, and my middle finger slid into her vagina again. I felt that it was already very wet, and there was no resistance; it was very smooth. I kept moving my right hand in and out, while my left hand reached through her crotch to rub her clitoris. I imagined my wife's pink and tender vagina and her red clitoris, and I got an erection, very hard… I roughly pushed her bra up from the front and haphazardly pinched her breasts and nipples.

I kept glancing at the students in front of me, but they didn't seem to notice anything unusual. Yes, from the front, they couldn't see my wife's exposed skin; they could only see her blushing face and eyes closed, enjoying herself while she lay on the desk. I didn't care about my actions anymore. In situations like this, I always feel an irresistible urge to release, a strange sense of pleasure. I thought, "Nobody in school knows us, nobody can see my wife, so what does it matter?

" My hands moved even more violently, and my wife occasionally let out a soft "ah," but I figured the "listeners" in the front row wouldn't hear it, or even if they did, they wouldn't care. We've all seen couples being affectionate in the study room before, haven't we? I remember once when my wife and I were being affectionate in the back row during school, a male student walked over, but seeing our intimacy, and with me staring at him with a cold gaze, he wisely walked away.

I became increasingly relaxed, pulling up my wife's t-shirt to reveal her smooth back. My hands continued their movements, and I could hear her wet, wet sounds. My wife couldn't resist anymore; her big, white buttocks sometimes lifted slightly, sometimes moved up and down to meet my fingers. At this moment, she lifted her buttocks a little, as if she were sticking her butt out, but only about a fist's height above the chair, making it easier for me. I thought how beautiful the view would be under the desk in the back row.

I glanced casually in that direction, and damn, what's that sneaker? Who left it there?

There were some mud spots on the shoes, and they were a little wet. It seemed like they played soccer that afternoon. Since it had rained that afternoon, I subconsciously lowered my head. At that moment, I heard the chair behind me move slightly, a very quiet sound, perhaps only I could hear it. Let me explain the old, worn-out desk and chair behind me. The back had three thin horizontal boards on the backrest, and the desk in the last row had a broken tabletop with only one wooden board underneath. The horizontal board under the desk was higher than usual and was slightly tilted, as if it was about to fall off.

As I lowered my head, practically touching the seat of the chair we were sitting on, I looked back and was stunned. Holy crap, there was a guy wearing a Chinese national team jersey lying on the last row of chairs. I noticed his shorts looked like they'd just been pulled up in a hurry, because the drawstrings at the waist were hanging down. I looked closer; this guy had long hair tied in a small braid, and his head was resting on two thick books. His eyes were closed, but I saw his eyeballs move slightly. Holy crap, I broke out in a sweat.

It was already hot, and this series of discoveries lasted about six seconds. My wife sat down and pressed her butt against my palm, my fingers still inside her. My wife turned to look at me, and I suddenly smiled and said my hand was a little tired. My wife whispered in a nasal voice, "Honey~ hurry..." then blushed and leaned on my shoulder.

I knew perfectly well that the college student must have just finished studying and was tired when we came in. He probably came with his books after playing soccer, intending to lie down in the study room for a while. I'd done that before, but I knew I'd never actually fallen asleep in a study room like this. He must have seen everything, so close, with such a good view. I recalled that his crotch was definitely bulging; I have several sets of those thin soccer shorts, so I knew he was erect.

At that moment, my wife put her hand on my penis and touched it; actually, I was quite hard. Thinking about all this suddenly made me very excited. With my wife touching my penis again, it became even harder.

I gestured for my wife to climb back onto the desk, and my hands continued moving. Knowing the guy had already opened his eyes, his head was against the wall directly behind me. I moved to the left and right, lifting my wife's left leg to raise her left buttock. My wife adjusted her position, keeping her left buttock higher. I figured the guy could clearly see my wife's pink vulva now. I used my thumbs to forcefully pry open my wife's buttocks; her vulva should be open now… My penis pressed against my crotch, and I continued to insert my right middle and index fingers into my wife's vulva, quickly thrusting in and out. My wife was so wet, it flowed onto my palm. I moved to the cleft of my wife's buttocks, spreading open her anus. I imagined her anus was a clean, light brown color, and my thumb slid inside. My wife gripped my left arm tightly with both hands... I knew it would hurt a bit, so I moved gently, but my middle and index fingers didn't loosen their grip and kept pulling. Thinking about how close the guy behind me was, looking at my wife's vulva, I was incredibly excited. I pulled my hand away and had my wife lift her buttocks slightly. Like a pool cue stick, I raised my thumb while keeping my palm flat, gesturing for her to sit down. My wife slowly lowered her buttocks, and her vulva landed on my thumb. It went in. My wife tilted her head back slightly, her ponytail swaying. Then I gestured for her to move on her own. My wife kept glancing at the three people in front of her and the teacher's door, cautiously and gently moving up and down, pulling down her t-shirt to prevent the people in front from

seeing her when she straightened up. One, two, three... My wife moved up and down, and I didn't stop stroking her clitoris. After about three minutes, I saw my wife suddenly twitch her buttocks irregularly twice, then sit on my thumb and desperately twist her big white buttocks. My palm was aching from sitting on it, but thinking about the eyes behind me, I was still incredibly excited. My wife wiggled her hips a few more times on the desk and then stopped. I saw her smiling at me, her face flushed. She had an orgasm; I wondered if the guy behind her had ejaculated too… I took out my finger, and my wife moved her fragrant buttocks herself, put on her underwear, and pulled up her jeans. Everything was back to normal. I glanced at my wife's plump buttocks encased in her jeans.

My wife said, "Honey, was this college revisit fun?"

I said, "You were satisfied… but I'm still hard."

Suddenly, I remembered the location of the stairs on the first floor of the teaching building. There was a small building enclosed by the stairs, where old desks and chairs used to be stored, and the door was never locked.

I said to my wife, "Let's go, let's go to another place to revisit the campus."

As we left, while my wife was packing her books, I got up and went out first, standing in the aisle and glancing back. I saw that guy still had his eyes closed, but there was a pool of white semen on the floor. I pulled a scrap of paper from my pocket, grabbed a pen, and quickly scribbled, "See you next Friday at 8:30..." I tossed the note to the boy behind me. My wife had already packed her books and straightened her clothes. We stood up and headed towards the classroom door.

Once outside, I pulled my wife straight towards the stairs. When I was in school, I knew there was a secluded space under the stairs on the first floor, with a broken wooden door and a few old desks and chairs inside. Now, so many years

later, I wondered if it could still satisfy my burning desire. It was already past 9:30. I peeked through the windows of the classrooms we passed; they were mostly empty. The hallway was dimly lit, some lights were off. We quickly reached our destination. My wife's high heels, like a restless child, clattered loudly in the quiet hallway, announcing their presence to everyone. Actually, I quite liked that sound, but it seemed a bit too loud at this moment. I noticed the wooden door had been replaced; it was of much better quality than the old one, painted white. The upper part of the door had a small window, and while it was quite basic by today's standards, the door wasn't locked.

Opposite the door was a classroom wall. Two lights were on, one diagonally to the left and one diagonally to the right of the door, but the brightness was low, making it rather dim due to the high ceiling. I slowly opened the door, careful not to startle the couple. I looked inside; no one was there, not even the old desks and chairs, only brand new ones. I instinctively glanced around, holding my wife's hand. Seeing no one, we quickly rushed inside.

I closed the door behind me, but since it wasn't locked and probably wasn't regularly maintained, it wasn't completely closed; there was always a small gap, though it was so small that it was practically shut.

My wife seemed very excited at this moment, giving me a surprised look, and then laughed, "Honey, want to relive the passion here?"

I said, "Yes, the conditions are alright, right?"

My wife said, "Hehe, alright my ass, it's your fault for not getting enough pleasure earlier, oh dear, how about we go home, honey..."

I didn't answer her, but pulled her into my arms, our lips met, and my wife immediately melted, slowly closing her eyes. At that moment, I felt as if I had returned to my college days. I cupped my wife's cheeks in my hands and closed my eyes as well, kissing her passionately, as if trying to recapture all the passion of my youth. For

those two or three minutes, it felt like the whole world consisted only of the two of us. My wife's hands slowly slid down to my buttocks, squeezing my buttocks and making me burn with desire. I also lowered my hands and slid them down my wife's back, coming to my favorite buttocks and kneading them wantonly. They felt so good. I've already described my wife's perfect buttocks before, so I won't go into too much detail here. Besides, her jeans are so form-fitting today.

I unbuttoned my wife's jeans from the front, pulled down the zipper, and reached down from behind. Oh… her big, firm buttocks, too big for my hands to grasp, felt so good, so soft, and I could knead them, even through her sheer black panties.

Not satisfied, I used the back of my hand to push the jeans down a little, needing to go even lower, until they were down to her thighs. Then I moved my hands upwards, pulling her t-shirt up

to her chest, and unhooked her bra from behind, putting it in my pocket. Heh. My hand reached in front of my wife and slipped inside her panties. Damn, she was soaking wet again. I inserted a finger and started stroking her. At this moment, my wife pressed her face against my shoulder, her arms wrapped tightly around me under my armpits. From the strength of her embrace, I could feel her sensations.

I pulled her panties down along with her jeans, down to her knees. Now my wife was completely naked from behind. My hands moved wildly up and down her buttocks, erratically. Looking down, I could see her pert, round buttocks, and my penis was already erect.

I turned my head and whispered to my wife, "Baby, can you give me a blowjob?"

My wife blushed and squatted down, taking my penis into her mouth. My wife's oral skills were average, not very skilled, but it was still very exciting at this moment. I leaned comfortably against the table inside. In the dim light, I suddenly saw the boy from before appear at the window. His braid gave him away. Damn, you're really something. You know everything about me. You saw my wife's naked butt so closely just now, and now you've found me again.

Although the light was dim, I could still see clearly inside through the window. Because the room wasn't deep, my wife was about 2 meters away from the window. I didn't say anything, only feeling even more excited. I helped my wife stand up. My wife was completely naked from behind at this moment, her sexy big buttocks were exposed without a doubt. I knew that when she was standing, my wife's buttocks were very well shaped, very full and fleshy, but not exaggerated.

I ignored him, kissing my wife, my hands caressing her buttocks. Every now and then, I'd pull her buttocks apart, grabbing and releasing them, making them tremble. My wife kissed me with her eyes closed. I was already very aroused, and I glanced at the window; he was still there. Heh, I figured he was definitely there, and completely absorbed. I then spread my wife's buttocks wide apart with both hands, and she instinctively arched her buttocks upwards… Oh… I was excited, a little jealous that he had a better view than me… I pressed my wife's head down, and she understood and tried to squat down. I held her with both hands, preventing her from squatting, but maintaining the position with her upper body bent forward while her legs remained straight. I liked this position; I could see my wife's protruding buttocks. At home, I usually used this position in front of the dressing table. Seeing my wife's raised, full buttocks in the mirror made me instantly hard. I played with my wife's ponytail in my hands, glancing casually forward but not lingering. I wondered what the young man felt right now.

Suddenly, I noticed another figure approaching the glass. Damn, they stopped there too. I decided to ignore them and just watch. I figured if anyone pulled out their phone and raised it, I'd stop immediately.

I stroked my wife's smooth back, feeling the warmth of her mouth. My penis was rock hard. My wife's jeans and black sheer panties had fallen to her ankles, her big buttocks sticking out, giving the two guys the best view. My wife got tired, one hand on her knee, continuing to blow. I thought I should start; it was painfully throbbing… I had my wife stand up and lift her left leg with her right hand. I'd never used this position before, and I never imagined I'd use it for the first time in front of two young men, my wife with her back to them, about two meters away. I searched twice before finding the opening, but my wife is quite tall, so I couldn't penetrate deeply. My wife bent her right leg slightly, and once the position was right, I started thrusting wildly. My wife's ponytail swayed, and I held her with one hand and grabbed her breast with the other. We kissed again... My wife suppressed her moans, and I used my left hand to grab her buttocks forcefully. My wife finally cried out, once, twice, three times... "Ah..." After a long moan, I knew my wife had orgasmed again. I mentioned before that my wife orgasms easily, and she was a little unsteady on her feet. I changed positions and moved behind her, having her hold onto the table with both hands and stick her buttocks up. I squatted down between her legs and began to suck on her vulva wildly with my tongue.

After her orgasm, my wife said in a very soft voice, "So good..."

I inserted my middle finger into my wife's anus and continued to suck on it. I didn't even bother to look back at the two young men. I stood up and thrust deep inside, continuing to thrust wildly. It was so exciting; I rarely had this kind of opportunity in the wild. Fuck! Two young men, unaware that my wife was watching, were peeking... After about three minutes, I ejaculated completely inside her. When my wife and I finished wiping ourselves, I glanced at the window; no one was there anymore.

After tidying ourselves, my wife and I hugged and kissed each other's cheeks, then left the school building and drove home... Another week of hectic work passed. On the weekend, I went to the bank to pick up my wife as promised. I opened the sunroof, lit a cigarette—I'd been smoking a lot lately, about two packs a day, due to work pressure. After

a few cigarettes, I checked the time: 5 PM. Looking up at the bank's floor-to-ceiling windows, I saw my wife. She was wearing her bank uniform, her hair neatly styled as it had been that morning. The white shirt paired with the dark blue suit made her look very elegant.

She was also wearing black stockings and black high heels. In the blink of an eye, she pushed open the door, the clatter of her high heels captivating me. I wondered why I loved the sound of her heels hitting the ground so much.

I opened the car door and my wife leaned in. I said, "Honey, are you busy at work this week? How's business?"

She said, "Credit card business is okay, but loans aren't so good."

I asked, "Why?"

She said, "Personal mortgages are really hard to get now. They're mainly targeting promising small and medium-sized enterprises now. Luckily, we bought our house early. Now, even though houses are expensive, the down payment requirements are high, and there are no interest rate discounts."

I couldn't help but think how wise it was to buy that house two years ago. It's appreciated by 300,000 yuan now. Otherwise, if I sold the house now, I probably wouldn't even have enough to pay the developer for this car... I started the engine, thankfully it didn't stall this time. Hehe, the memory of the last time it stalled, and the time a stranger violated my wife's anus, flashed through my mind again. I glanced at my wife. When she's serious, her cold expression is hesitant yet noble, coupled with her slightly seductive eyes and lips, making me feel a little pressured. But I won't tell her about that incident.

I drove towards XX Avenue and said, "How's your exam preparation going?"

My wife replied, "Ugh, I don't have time at all. During the day, I not only have to entertain Mr. Bai, but I also have a lot of programs to watch. And the kids under my care aren't doing well either. I'm exhausted."

这时车已经开到了我的母校，我和老婆下车在学校附近的麦当劳简单吃了口汉堡，就走进了校园。

在教学楼中老婆的高跟鞋声音异常的大，我和老婆说咱们还去上次的教室吧，这次轻车熟路还路过了那个楼梯下的小屋，老婆说：“你这次正经点我可是来看书的。”

我笑道：“好好好，我正经，先让你看书。”

老婆打了我一下：“什幺叫先让我看书啊，我就是来看书的。”

我搂住老婆说：“是地，一定让你看书。”

老婆甩开我迳自走在前面，我在后面跟着，一身银行职业装的老婆来到教室里还真是显眼，随着高跟鞋的起落，老婆绷在裙子里的丰臀时而鼓起时而清颤着落下，黑色的丝袜紧紧包裹着丰满有肉而又不胖的大腿上，我记得这条丝袜是婷美牌的，不过是网购的比市面便宜一些，是开档的内裤穿在外面，方便上厕所也更加透气。

说话间我们来到了那个教室，我推门进去老婆随后进来，我环顾教室，和上次差不多，前排有两对情侣样的学生，还有３个男生２个女生在滴排左右分散坐着看书，我特意望向最后一排我们上次做的位置，没有人，我朝哪个方向走去。

老婆的高跟鞋声音太大了，打破了这里的平静，所有人都抬头看着我们，几个女生看了一眼就又俯身看书了，那几个男生却没有一个低下头去，我知道不是再看我是在看我老婆，也是一个银行职业装的美女怎幺会到这里来，呵呵。

我回头看了眼老婆，老婆看我一眼脸有点红晕，老婆虽说是冷美人但是内心其实不冷。这帮家伙看得我不是很自在，加快脚步做到座位上，抬头看见一个男生还在回头看老婆背影，呵呵。

在坐在倒数第二排前我看了眼最后一排，确实没人藏在里面，我居然有点失落。老婆这次坐进了里面靠墙的位置，从包里拿出书看了起来，其实老婆上学时候学习很好我感觉她一定可以考过。

我拿出ｍｐ３挺了起来，随手拿了一本老婆的书翻看着。不知不觉一个小时过去了，这期间走了一对情侣进来了２个女生。老婆看的很入神，伸了个懒腰说有点累了，头朝里趴下了说休息一下眼睛。

我看下表８点２０，这时门开了一个穿着皇马队服的男生向里忘了望，似乎是看到了我就推门走了进来，我知道这个男生就是上次在最后一排的那个了，呵呵，果然来了，好像又是刚踢完球，穿着最原始那种球鞋走起路来都没有声音，手里拿着２本书，还是扎个小辫，走到我们前面时候，我见他用一种无法形容的眼神扫了我一眼后迅速定位在我老婆身上，似乎要放出光芒一样，慢慢地走过我们坐在我门后面那排。

我在他进来到坐下我都很紧张也异常兴奋，我知道这样对于我心理的兴奋度是无法言表的。我看了眼趴着的老婆似乎根本没有发现小男生走过。我操的小男生点子太正了吧。

这一个半小时应该很有成效吧。我拿下耳机，想要结束看书时间了。我回头看了一眼，我操他来了就躺下了。我按耐不住了，走左手环抱老婆的腰，穿着短裙坐趴着的老婆腰还是很细，在老婆的套裙上轻抚着老婆的臀部，老婆转过头小声说：“又来？”

我说：“嗯。”

老婆估计也看书看的累了，不想看了吧。我左右游走到白色衬衣中到前面抚摸这穿着银行套装的美女老婆，老婆闭着眼睛享受着。老婆的胸好暖和好滑，我轻轻把玩着乳头，老婆俯在书桌上的脸有些泛红。我想有戏，老婆今天又想了，小男生你有福了。我此时向后看一眼，我操，我发现他就蹲在我老婆座位后下方，向此已经说了椅子的靠背是几根破木头很细。他可以清楚地看到１０ｃｍ左右的老婆。

我很兴奋，我左右慢慢游走到老婆的大腿上，隔着黑丝抚摸着，慢慢地我向上推进试图把短裙推上去，试了半天也没弄好，我趴下去问老婆的嘴，左右手一起把裙子向上提，老婆在我的舌吻下轻轻抬了下屁股，短裙被我一下子提到了腰间。

老婆今天穿着另一条短裤，是紫色的，绸缎一般，在边缘有着黑色蕾丝，也是在大商场买的，品质很好，配上老婆丰满的臀部手感非常好。这条内裤现在是外穿在开档丝袜外的，但是屁股蛋的臀肉还是一部分漏在外面。我肆意的抚摸揉捏着老婆丰满的臀部，老婆时而抬起左半个屁股配合我。我示意老婆侧躺下来吻我老二，老婆不愿意说会被看到，我看下表２１：００了，我把外套脱下来示意他躺下我盖上她就不会被发现了，老婆坳不过我就照办了，拉开我的裤子拉链后含了进去，头就侧躺在我大腿根，我把外套蒙在了老婆的头上面，不仔细看一位老婆躺在我腿上睡觉了。

这时我向后看到了那个小男生睁大了眼睛在看我老婆的屁股，老婆此时的姿势是侧躺着，面向我的前面，而丰满的大屁股正对着他不到１５ｃｍ，紫色的内裤包裹着丰满的屁股，里面还有一条开档丝袜。黑色的丝袜包裹着大腿和小腿，使得露出来的屁股更显得丰满肉感，银行短裙已经横跨在腰间。

此时老婆已经不知道我的动作了，我异常兴奋的揉捏着老婆的屁股把紫色的内裤抓到屁股缝处，露出了诱人的白色肌肤，我抓起老婆的屁股肉又松开，看着一颤颤的感觉很是舒服。我感觉到我的老二在老婆的嘴里又变大了，老婆由于姿势原因含的不是很深但是一直在舔着。

男孩手的裤裆已经撑起了帐篷。我右手轻抚盖在老婆头上的外套，看着男孩，终于他忍不住了，看这我手比划着要退下老婆的内裤，我没有理会他，也没有给他任何暗示，只见他竟右手穿过凳子程，轻轻的战抖着用拇指和食指捏住紫色内裤向下拽。

我的心又一次碰碰直跳，与上次拥挤公交上那时候的感觉一样，甚至更加刺激，我知道我控制不了自己的。

他很谨慎，慢慢地清清地，内裤向下滑，露出了老婆的臀缝，姿势原因，男孩的脸正对着老婆侧躺着的屁股，放眼望去老婆细细的腰高企的胯部修长的大腿。

内裤继续下滑，大半个屁股蛋已经呈现在男孩面前，不到１５ｃｍ，我想他比我还刺激吧。而这种刺激更激发了我的刺激，我无法控制，有一种撕裂的快感。

内裤继续慢慢下滑，整个屁股漏了出来，老婆的双腿是并着的，不知道他此时可否看到鲍鱼和菊花，我想应该看到了，虽然他光线不很好但是距离实在太近了，内裤滑到了膝盖处才停下来。

此时我侧脸看去紧身的黑丝，从细细腰间开始到膝盖处被翻开的紫色内裤遮盖，接着包裹着小腿一直到老婆黑色的尖头皮鞋里的脚趾上，而开档部分把老婆最性感的屁股露在了外面，黑白反差好显眼好显眼。

我见男孩脑袋已经快贴着凳子了，眼珠子恨不得跳过凳子去，我忍不住了，左手放在老婆屁股上抓起来，随着我的左右老婆的两瓣大屁股，时而被我分开时而和上，这次小男生不可避免的近距离看清了老婆的鲍鱼和菊花，我甚至几次狠狠的抓起老婆的左半个屁股蛋，停住不动，然后中指从臀缝向下探入，摩擦着那块粉粉的鲍鱼，中指时不时插入洞口，时不时拇指食指分开鲍鱼，甚至在男孩面前把拇指插进了老婆菊花。老婆此时也很兴奋，含的更深了，我感觉我有种要射的感觉。

我时而还观察着教室的动静，如果有人来我就会把老婆的短裙放下去。我抽出中指左手把老婆的左腿稍微抬起一点，不知道这个动作对于男孩来说是什幺效果。

我右手深入老婆白色衬衣的领口抓着老婆的奶子，左右暂时歇一歇，此时男孩好像已经控制不住了，右手又伸了过来，试探着要抚摸老婆下身。我看了一眼，心理无比撕裂的感觉，而快感骤然上升，我平静一下不然要射出来。

老婆加快了速度头一上一下轻轻的动着，此时男孩的手放到了老婆大腿上的丝袜上轻轻抚摸着，慢慢地向上移动，不一会一个手掌就盖在了老婆整个左边的屁股上。接着男孩五个手指稍稍用力向下抓了抓，又放了放，拇指顺势来到老婆的菊花处用力一抓，应该是露出了整个菊花。

男孩的中指滑进了老婆的鲍鱼，此时的鲍鱼已经湿湿的了没有一点阻力，我见他左右掏出了自己的老二，右手中指抽插着老婆的鲍鱼，越来越快，快来越快……他的手是战抖的我看得出，有时候拔出来却方向不对没有插进去，他的左右动作却非常娴熟，快速的撸着自己的老二，时而拔出他的中指整个手掌在老婆胯间摩擦，时而捏起一搓阴毛。

操，拇指终于插入了老婆的菊花，老婆轻声哼了一下。我见他的手指在老婆菊花里差的很深但停着没有动，而男孩的左手速度越来越快，闭上了眼睛，突然一股精液落在了地上。他一声没有出，只是插在老婆菊花中的手指不停的死命向里抽插着几秒钟，拔了出来……我已经无法控制了，一股暖流从马眼流出，全部喷进了老婆嘴中。老婆起身拿出纸巾给我几张，自己也擦了擦，迅速提上内裤放下裙子。我也满足的拉上拉链，看都没看后面一眼，和老婆收拾好东西就走出了教室。

回到家已经快２３点了，我很累，先去洗澡准备睡觉了，洗过澡后躺在床上漫无目的的播着电视，回想刚才的场景却显得有些失落，是那种兴奋过后的失落，就像坐过山车有高点也有低点。

此时，老婆沐浴后披着浴巾走过来，说道：“老公你最近工作压力好像很大。”老婆一语道破我的心事，如果最近不突破这个地位的瓶颈也许还要等ｎ年甚至一辈子，而××领导却是个小人，这个３８岁的女领导总在暗地里给我使坏，1老婆放下浴巾光着身子在梳妆台前用吹风机吹头发，我看着老婆光滑的后背，浑圆的屁股修长的大腿，老二又不安分起来，每每老婆光着屁股背对着我，我的眼睛总是逃不脱那丰满浑圆的大白屁股，它总能激起我的性欲。

老婆转过身钻进被窝，说：“刚才你爽了吧？”

我说：“还行，现在还想要……”

我知道老婆没有满足，我说：“你去穿上你的工作服呗！”

老婆说：“又来制服诱惑啊。”

我说：“快点小宝贝……”

老婆起身去衣柜里穿上了另一套套裙，这套是彰显地位的领导才会有资格穿得我知道，老婆随手拿了个后皮套把头发扎了一下就扑到我的怀里。老二在老婆嘴里迅速涨大，我翻身把老婆压在身下，扒开制服的上衣，双手握住老婆的奶子，拇指和食指揉捏着乳头，把老婆的套裙提到腰间，长驱直入。

“啊……”在家里老婆无所忌讳的叫出了声音，好淫荡的声音。我卖力的抽插着，把手指塞进老婆嘴中，老婆疯狂的吸允着，就像吸允我的老二般。我低下头去吻老婆的耳垂、脖子、奶子……下身不停地用力猛插……穿着银行领导制服的老婆，随着我的每次动作有规律的呻吟着，我此时好像征服了××银行一般，脑海中瞬间浮现出柜台中办公的收款员。

没多久老婆一声声的叫声变得低沉，接着就是一声长长的嚎叫，指甲抓地我的屁股好疼。老婆高潮了，可我依然威武，让老婆趴在床上，此时我又想到了我的女领导，她那个位置注重形象也很有资本去打扮所以很有风韵。

我风快的插着老婆，就像插进她的屄里，我把我的郁闷要释放出来。我分不清我胯下的是老婆还是女领导了，高喊着：“你是个骚货……是不是？”

老婆瘫在床上，只有硕大的白白的大屁股撅得老高，老婆一样是银行的领导。我要释放，要狂干……我腾出右手用力拍打了老婆的右半个屁股，“啪！啪！”两声，老婆白嫩的屁股上有点发红。我又喊道：“快回答我！”

老婆说：“不是……”

我又腾出左手“啪！”用力不是很大，但老婆的屁股肉不情愿的颤抖了两下似乎在抗议。我疯狂的抽插着，低吼着说：“我喜欢你说是。”

老婆的脸埋在床单里，不一会说道：“是……老公你轻一点……”

我接着说：“大点声！”

老婆高喊道：“是……我是……”

我接着抽插，说道：“刚才在教室爽不爽？”

老婆说：“你爽了？”

我说：“问你呐！”

老婆喘息着说：“爽……”

我说：“那天在公车上爽不爽？”

老婆无力的说：“爽……”

我的老二不停地拍打着老婆全身我最喜欢的丰臀，臀浪一阵一阵。我扒开老婆的两半屁股，说：“那次爽还是现在爽？”

老婆说：“那次爽……”

我低声说：“我操，现在爽不爽？”

我用力顶着，老婆差点趴在床上，我拽起老婆的屁股，接着狂插。

“喜欢那次的老二还是现在的老二？”

老婆已经神智不清了，颤抖着说：“老公～～快，别停～～快～～我又要来了……”

我说：“快说！”

老婆断续的说：“喜欢那次的……更刺激……”

我喊道：“现在呢？”

老婆说：“别停……老公～～”

老婆喘着大气，接着说，“更喜欢现在的啊～～啊～～啊～～”连续３声嚎叫，老婆有高潮了，身子已经无力了，满脸通红。

我退下床站在床边，拽过老婆，双手用力扒开老婆的屁股，用唾沫涂了涂老婆的菊花，一用力半根老二差了进去。

老婆一下子弯腰弓起了身子：“啊～～疼……”

我说：“在公车上不是一样爽？”

老婆声音已经变成低声的嚎叫，一阵一阵的。我用力抽插着，似乎征服了世界。我和老婆当时都已经进入癫狂状态，在老婆的断续的低声嚎叫中，我一泻千里，都射在了老婆的菊花中。一股精液从老婆的菊花中流出来，我也瘫倒在了床上……

（三）陪老婆去肛肠科看了皮肤病

好久没有时间写身边发生的事情了，今天就写些发生在我和老婆身上的事情片段与大家分享。我和我的冷美人老婆就不做介绍了，之前的文章都有很详细的描述。

近日由于年底了，公司事务异常繁忙，老婆的工作依然很有声色，并且也依然获得领导的赏识，为了晋升，老婆很卖力，银行年底的工作也很忙，加之老婆的职位，所以她比我还要忙。

这件事情发生在上个星期一，再上个周五的时候，记得老婆洗过澡披着浴巾走到床边后打开浴巾，站在梳妆镜旁边开始擦干头发。老婆的长发拧在一起散发着淡淡的香味，加之一丝不挂的出水芙蓉背对着我，一对丰臀、两条笔直细长的大腿是那幺的吸引人。冷美人老婆的屁股我说过是我最爱的地方了，每到这个时候我都想上去抓两把，捏个此起彼伏，再把老婆按到床上撅着大屁股操……老婆放下浴巾，开始用电吹风吹头：“老公，你过来看一下，我屁股那有点痛，不知道怎幺了。”我听罢，放下遥控器来到老婆身后，刚刚沐浴后的老婆身上散发着一种诱人的气息。

“哪里呀？亲爱的。”我问道，老婆把屁股撅了撅，用左手扒开左边一瓣屁股：“这里……你看看，有点痛呢！”我俯下身子，双手扒开老婆的两瓣屁股，看到老婆菊花边上的褶皱处有两个小红包，并不大，根据经验那不是痔疮。

“呀，亲爱的，有两个红包。”我顺势右手中指碰了碰，老婆身子颤了颤：

“有点痛。咋回事啊？”我回道：“我也不清楚。是什幺时候开始的呀？”老婆说：“就这一星期。哎，行里工作忙，总加班在那坐着，也没时间心思管这个，今天洗澡感觉痛得明显呢！”我说：“哪天去看看吧，别严重了。”

这事情那天就过去了，为了不让老婆痛，那天我强忍着没有碰她。

周末我们两人都要加班，也没有腾出时间去医院。周一的时候我正在给几个新员工开会，接到老婆的电话：“老公，刚才在ｑｑ上和小丽聊天，她说在医院有个朋友在肛肠科，说可以给我做检查。这个人我以前就听说过，是小丽的姐妹淘，我刚才电话过了，她正好在，你能陪我过去看看吗？”

“好好好，你什幺时间到？”

“我马上要给信用卡部门开个小会，一个半小时后能到。”

“好的，有病要医，一个半小时后我们ｘｘ医院见。”

我驱车来到ｘｘ医院，见老婆已经等在门口，一看就知道老婆是撇下工作过来的，还穿着银行的套装呢！天气稍微冷了，老婆上身加了个短款皮夹克，里面是深蓝色的套装上衣，下身是一件深蓝色的裙子到膝盖上面，里面穿的是一对黑色的厚丝袜。

银行的这款套装是老婆这个级别的中层领导特配的，依然很合身地包着老婆的丰臀，走起路来还是一颤一颤的。我发现老婆穿这种裙子或者裤子都是这种效果，因为她有又大又软的大屁股。脚上依然穿着我给她买的黑色高跟鞋，１６７的身高加上这个５厘米左右的鞋跟显得比我还高。

老婆三步并作两步跑到我身边，右手挽着我的胳膊：“老公，我不会有什幺问题吧？有点紧张呢！”

“哎，别怕，让大夫看看就知道了。小丽的姐妹淘还不放心吗？我觉得没什幺大事，可能擦些药就好了，放心吧！”

老婆的高跟鞋“当当”作响走到肛肠科的时候，迎面出来一个清秀的女子，身穿白大褂：“呀，你们过来了啊？来，进来。”我和老婆走进了肛肠科，这个屋子有２５平米左右，半个屋子是有屏风的，屏风有两组，中间有个空隙，可以过去一个人，我余光看到里面是两张床，我想应该是做检查的吧！

我们坐到写字桌前，小丽的姐妹淘姓严，比我们大几岁，严姐很热情地了解了情况后说：“来吧，咱们到里面做个检查看一下。”又看了下我，说：“你这个家属就在这里坐一下吧，正常我们检查的时候这里是不能休息的哦！”我说：

“好好好，我在这等着。”

老婆随着严姐从两组屏风中间进去了，我坐的位子正好可以看到老婆准备上的那张床，老婆正要脱高跟鞋，严姐说：“这样，你也不用费事了，你跪在这裙子上去吧，也不用脱了，直接脱丝袜内裤就行。”老婆说：“好，省着费劲，高跟鞋我也不脱了。”

老婆跪了上去，双手把套装的裙子向上拉到腰间，慢慢地先把丝袜褪下来，虽然这款丝袜有点厚，但是却很紧，把老婆丰臀的形状烘托得更加诱人。丝袜脱下来后，我见老婆穿的是那款紫色的内裤，老婆就是穿着这款内裤在教学楼里和我……而且还便宜了那个扎小辫子的小子。我又想起了那一次，加之老婆在这里慢慢宽衣解带，我感觉我的老二有点反应了。

　　老婆双手把内裤褪下来露出了那又大又白又软的大屁股，丝袜和内裤卡在膝盖处，我看到老婆的紫色内裤上戴了护垫翻在上面。严姐说：“这样，稍微向前点，屁股撅一点。”老婆说：“稍等，我把皮夹克脱了吧，这款有点紧。”

脱下皮夹克，老婆上身就是银行的上身套装，俯下身子把屁股撅了起来，我的位置正好看到老婆的大屁股撅着，我站起身走了过去也想看看怎幺回事。严姐戴上手套，把老婆的屁股分开仔细看着患处，我可以看到那两个小红包。

只见严姐噘了噘嘴，“严姐，是不是很严重啊？”老婆问，“这个应该不是痔疮，但是这里应该不会是湿疹，这个……这样，你们稍等，我叫我们主任过来看一下，他以前在皮肤科比我有经验，咱们别耽误了。”严姐说。

老婆支起上身，连忙说：“好好，看看到底是怎幺回事。那麻烦你了啊，严姐。”

“没事，关键是别耽误你的病就好。”说着，严姐走了出去。我正站在屏风口，她看了我一眼后说：“你们稍微等一下啊！”就径直走了出去。后来才知道这个姐妹淘严姐才到肛肠科六个月。

老婆回身又趴了下去，双手拄着脑门。老婆今天扎的是马尾，前面照旧有一排很精致的浏海，我说：“亲爱的，没事，不是痔疮就没事。我感觉就不是，你这是小红包痔疮。是肉揪揪。”

“是，关键不知道是啥，还痛。”老婆双手拄着下巴，光着屁股撅在床边，还穿着高跟鞋，丝袜和内裤褪在腿弯，我真的禁不住溜号了……走进屏风，左手拍了一下老婆的大屁股，臀肉一颤一颤的，老婆的大屁股肉肉的，很白。

我在后面双掌放在她两瓣丰臀上向臀缝推挤，老婆的两瓣屁股肉挤在一起，屁股缝更深了；我又向外掰开，由于姿势，从后面可以清楚地看清老婆的菊花，不仅这样，鲍鱼也一览无遗。三十出头的老婆鲍鱼依然保养得那幺好，可能是天生的吧，颜色不深，淡淡的粉红色，两瓣阴唇黏在一起。

我忍不住用手扶着一线天游走下来，分开了两瓣阴唇，露出了阴道口，停在老婆的阴蒂上揉了揉，老婆突然支起上身，回头说：“好了，老公，别弄了……嗯……”说完，老婆又趴了回去。

我说：“你起来歇一会不行啊？”老婆说：“这姿势，腰挺舒服的。”

“那你撅着吧，反正一会也得撅着。”我说完走了出来坐下来。

门突然开了，严姐进来了，说：“来，王大夫，我朋友在里面，你给她看看那块怎幺还有这种包。”接着进来的人吓了我一跳，一个男的，３５岁左右，和我差不多大，很瘦小个字，也就１米７，长得很像孙红雷。‘我操，他是你们主任啊？’我心想：‘这怎幺行？

严姐说：“这是家属，没事。他们也挺着急的，怕有问题，我这才叫你过来帮忙看看。”我操，我真不知道说什幺好了，怎幺会是个男的？可又是朋友介绍的。

我还没反应过来，那个主任冲我一点头，迳直走进去了。从我这里看到他走到我老婆后面，我老婆穿着银行的制服，短裙落在腰间，光着屁股趴着，为了检查撅得老高，黑色丝袜和紫色内裤褪在腿弯处，内裤上还有个护垫翻在外面，脚上穿着高跟鞋，老婆１米６７的个子，站起感觉得比他高不少。

我看到王大夫愣了一下，咽了下口水走了进去。老婆侧过头也看到了是男医生，但是已经容不得她作反应了，而且碍于朋友介绍，怎幺办？我见到老婆脖子都红了，把头低得很低，只留下长长整齐的马尾甩在一侧。

我硬着头皮站起来向前走了两步，严姐简单的介绍了一下，王大夫站在老婆正后面，我不知道他是不是在听严姐介绍，只看到他目不转睛的盯着我老婆的菊花和鲍鱼，他的眼睛距离它们只有不到一米。

王大夫又咽了下口水，舌头舔了下嘴唇说：“有手套吗？”

“哎呀！刚才最后一个我用了。”严姐说。

　　“哦……来，小姐，你再挺一挺腰。”

老婆又把腰沉了一些，大屁股更撅起来了，显得老婆的腰很细，菊花暴露无遗。王主任用专用的消毒湿巾擦了擦手，右手中指按了按红包，我看到老婆的菊花收紧了一下，整个人也向前倾了一点。

“很痛吗？”

“还行，有点说不上来的感觉，还有点痒。”

王大夫说：“来，还是刚才的姿势。”

老婆又一次用力撅起了又大又白的屁股。操！我感觉我的老二硬了，想起上次在公车上的经历，我又硬了。我看了看王大夫，在这样的视觉冲击下，一个高挑美女穿着银行制服露出大屁股撅着给你看，我就不信你他妈不硬！他要不是穿着白大褂，我想早就露馅了。

这时王大夫的双手突然放在老婆的臀峰上，双手拇指分开了老婆两瓣屁股，因为王大夫是从臀缝中央左右开始分开，我知道这样同时也分开了老婆的鲍鱼，我感觉老婆的身体颤抖了一下，脑门贴着床垫子。

我说：“啊，大夫，没啥大事吧？”王大夫慢条斯理的说：“这个不好说，得检查一下。我也没有遇见过这情况，不排除是痔疮前兆，需要做一下指检。小严，把你刚才的手套先给我。”

王大夫戴上手套说：“小姐，你忍一下啊！”我望向老婆，只见老婆的马尾上下甩动了一下，没有出声。说毕，王主任一只手的中指擦了点润滑油后，慢慢地伸进了老婆的菊花内……平日我后入老婆时候就是这样把拇指伸进去，可现在却是一个陌生的大夫。我莫名的有点愤怒，又有点兴奋。

只见大夫的中指已经进去了两节，而且还在里面打转，同时左手扒着老婆左半个屁股，我看到他的左手拇指伸出来在大阴唇边上的位置停下，按在那里不动了。我操！你检查菊花感受一下老婆屁股肉就可以了啊，这还不够，还要揩油我老婆的鲍鱼吗？

我发现他左手压在老婆的几根阴毛上，老婆红着脸、咬着牙，尽量撅高屁股用屁眼去迎合着王大夫的中指。过了两分钟左右，王大夫拔出中指说：“感觉不是痔疮。这样吧，我开一幅药你上几天试试，一星期后来复查。”说话时候，他的左右手并没有拿开。说完后，我甚至看见他五个手指稍微用力压了一下老婆弹性肉多的大屁股才离开，老婆的左边屁股肉微微小颤了一下。

老婆迅速起身提起紫色内裤，王大夫说：“一会还要上药，咱们还是保持这个姿势一会就好。”老婆愣了一下，说：“哦。”然后转身坐了下去，丝袜也不提了。

这时王大夫看到了老婆制服上的名牌，说：“呀，小姐是ｘｘ银行的吗？这身衣服穿着很标致。”老婆苦笑一声，红着脸说：“嗯，对。”

很快严姐拿来了药，王大夫说：“如果那个姿势累的话，你可以侧躺着。”

可能老婆觉得在一个陌生男大夫眼前撅着屁股的姿势也不舒服，于是就说：“好吧！”我站在屏风处见老婆把身体侧横过来，头朝里面，把内裤褪下来。

王大夫又说：“这样，你把双腿蜷起来，膝盖尽量靠着胸部。”老婆照着做了，可怜的紫色绸缎内裤被折腾得翻了起来，卡在双腿中间，白色的护垫很明显的展现在大腿根部，我这次能看得清，想必王大夫更是尽收眼底，看到上面有些湿润的道道。

由于姿势原因，这样的话并不能完全露出菊花，鲍鱼也变成了一条缝，但是坐在椅子上距离老婆下身只有２０公分距离的王大夫从他的视角看去依然是一个大屁股，白白的一道臀缝分开两瓣屁股，煞是诱人。

严姐说：“我来帮你弄一下。”说着双手过来扒开老婆的臀缝，露出老婆平日不见阳光的菊花，王大夫用沾了药水的中指擦着老婆的肛门。老婆把头埋在胸前，双手把着双腿，王大夫给一个红包擦完之后说：“这样吧，我看你也挺别扭的，你趴在床上好了，把腿分开一点，这样舒服一些，我也方便，这样低着头我不好用力。”

老婆右手整理了一下浏海，翻身趴在了床上，头还是向里。我站着依然可以看得很清楚，我不知道这时候是什幺心情，反应已经麻木，老二却胀得要命。

翻身时制服短裙盖住了老婆的屁股，王大夫主动用右手把它拉到了腰间，我见到他的拇指划过了老婆的臀峰。老婆趴好了，一条深深的臀缝在丰臀中央，这样的姿势令老婆的屁股显得肉非常多，让人有种非常想上去抓一把的冲动，我想王大夫也一样吧！

这时王大夫站起身，俯下上身，左手拇指和食指分开老婆的臀缝，右手在给另一个红包擦药，边擦边说：“这个需要轻轻按摩一下，现在有感觉吗？”老婆说：“还好，没有刚才痛。”从后面我看到老婆微微分开的双腿中粉粉的鲍鱼，两瓣小阴唇分开着，异常湿润，水水的。

突然这时有一个穿白大褂的年轻小伙子推门进来了，说：“王大夫在吗？”

我赶忙拦过去，说：“正在做检查。”他走前了两步：“王大夫，２０１的钥匙在你那吗？”

“哦……小崔啊？对，我把门关了。来，我把钥匙给你。”说着左手掏出钥匙。这时小崔突然从我身边走过去，来到屏风开口处去拿钥匙，他站在那愣了，看向老婆的方向十秒钟没有动。王大夫笑笑，说：“给你关在门外了哈，给你钥匙。”我真想他赶紧消失，但看着这两个男人看见老婆的大白屁股，心里又有一丝异样的兴奋，我的老二又胀得不行了。

当时老婆趴着双腿分开肉肉的大白屁股被小崔看个正着，小崔接过钥匙说：

“哦，那您先检查吧！”依依不舍的转身看了我一眼走了出去，我跟过去把门锁上了。

在王大夫按摩的时候，我感觉他一直在看老婆的鲍鱼，分开老婆丰臀的手开始向下移动，这样可以顺带分开老婆的粉嫩的鲍鱼，我见到老婆的阴道口了，它距离王大夫的眼睛只有１０公分。

突然王大夫的右手放在老婆左边大腿根内侧说：“这里好像也有一个红包。

严，你再拿点药。”然后对我说：“你看，这里也有点迹像，也需要上药。”我看了一下，确实在老婆的大阴唇附近也有一个很小的红包，但是基本不明显。

王大夫说：“小姐，麻烦你把腿再分开一点。”老婆不情愿的把腿又分开一点，这时紫色内裤卡在大腿不方便分开，王大夫便把左手伸过去慢慢地向下拉着内裤到膝盖处，然后他用左手扒着老婆的左边大阴唇，开始用右手给那里上药，这样一来，老婆的阴道口张得更开了，我估计王大夫的位置连尿道口都可以清楚看到。他轻轻的按着老婆的大阴唇，这时我见老婆的鲍鱼更加湿润了，水水的。

这时严姐说：“王大夫，你那边那个病人还等着你，这边我来吧！”我见王大夫愣了一下，手并没有拿开，接着才不情愿的拿开手说：“好，没事了，这边也上完药了，可以了。”说完又扒开老婆的臀缝看了一下菊花：“嗯，一周后过来复查一下，应该没什幺大问题。”说罢，王大夫起身用湿巾擦着手。

老婆迅速翻过身开始提内裤，王大夫擦着手却目不转睛地看着老婆的下身，毛茸茸的黑森林一览无余。老婆迅速提上内裤，下了床把丝袜也提了上来，高跟鞋跺一跺脚两声“当当”，穿好了丝袜，把套裙放了下去。

严姐说：“一周后过来看看怎幺样。王大夫是我们这里最有经验的大夫，药到病应该能除，放心吧！”老婆整理一下浏海，穿上皮夹克，红着脸点了点头，说：“好的，谢谢啊！”我突然反应过来，也说了句：“谢谢啊！大夫。”伴随着老婆“当当”作响的高跟鞋，我们匆匆的走出了医院。

我驱车送老婆去ｘｘ银行，一路无语。老婆下车时候说：“估计不用复查了吧？”我说：“看你。”目送着老婆走进银行玻璃门，只见一个年轻小伙子点头哈腰的迎上来给老婆一份打印好的资料，老婆说了些什幺就上楼了。

远看老婆高挑的身材，马尾左右摇晃着，丰满的臀部包在短裙里，我点燃一颗烟，回想着刚才发生的一幕，不知道老婆会不会还去复查？复查会不会直接找王大夫……

（四）家中暴露

经过上次的检查以后，老婆菊花旁边的红点基本消失了，也可以肯定不是痔疮或者更加严重的什幺病了，一切又恢复了正常。老婆也轻松多了，我们的工作一样的忙，但是都是为了更好地生活，不忙就没得钱赚没得奖金开，不是吗？

这段时间我和老婆性生活很少，基本没有，因为我经常加班到深夜，老婆早一些也得９点多到家，累得很。

这时一个难得的周末，我和老婆终于睡了一个懒觉。我醒来时候已经９点，由于好久没有与老婆缠绵，醒来后看老婆穿着宽松的睡衣，由于睡姿的原因可谓春光乍泄。

我侧过身看着背对着我的老婆睡得很香，老婆穿的睡衣是一款宽松的睡裙，下摆到到大腿根下面一点的长度吧，老婆蜷着双腿，双腿夹着薄薄的被子，睡裙已经卷缩到腰间，露出了诱人的臀部，我很喜欢这个姿势，侧躺着右腿蜷曲，很性感。

老婆有了穿睡衣习惯后，最近睡觉一般不穿内衣裤，她说这样很舒服。此时老婆丰满的屁股露在外面，红红的小穴和淡褐色的菊花充分的接触着清早的一束束阳光的抚摸，我忍不住右手上去轻抚老婆丰满的屁股，轻轻的抓一抓，好有手感。拇指划过菊花来到鲍鱼上面，感受着那里的温度，轻轻分开鲍鱼看到有些液体存留，很久没有性爱的原因吧。看着张开的洞口似乎强烈渴望着插入，我还是喜欢臀肉的手感，手掌张开轻抚在老婆的右半个屁股上，轻轻抓着感受着柔滑、丰满、体温……老婆这时翻了个身，梦呓着出了点声音，哼哼唧唧的。此时老婆平躺在我们结婚时买的那张２米宽的大床上，双腿肆意的分开着，两腿间一片小很森林，和一道红红的小缝，它闭的紧紧地。我抚摸着那片毛茸茸的黑森林慢慢向上，经过小腹掀开了老婆的睡裙，抚摸着老婆的双乳。

老婆依然没有醒，性感的小嘴微张，大眼睛紧紧闭着，睫毛好长，一头刚刚烫过的过肩长发，就像孔雀开屏一样稍显凌乱的铺在脑后。我忍不住上去给了睡梦中的老婆一个吻。

此时老婆的手机响了，下了我一跳，我不想打断老婆的好梦，最近她也好累，我迅速拿起电话连看都没看就接了：“喂，你好。”

那边愣了一下，然后传来一个中年男人的声音，很有礼貌的说：“您是××的爱人吧，我是××行的她的同事，今天公司下午临时有个会，有一份资料在她那，我正好开车经过您那，想过来取一下，不知道现在方便吗？”

我说：“哦，她还没起来，那我和他说一声啊。”

“哦，真不好意思，资料是我让××写的，开会时候必须到位，真是打扰了啊。”

“没事没事，都是为了工作。”

这时我不得不摇醒熟睡的老婆，说明了情况，老婆一听一愣，说：“是马总，你快让他过来吧，可是资料是上个月的任务，我列印出来了不记得放在哪里啊，愁死我了。”老婆坐了起来。

我说：“哦，是马总吧，您过来吧。”我交代了门牌号，就挂掉了电话。

老婆晕乎乎迅速起来了，跑到客厅的书架去找材料，说：“他是我上司，很器重我，他可能要调走升职了，推荐我接班呢。哎呀！这可怎幺办，我放哪了呢？”

“别着急，就那几个地方，好好找找。”

说话时门铃响了，我赶紧穿上运动裤和ｔ恤快步把门打开，寒暄几句请马总进来了。

老婆的瓜子脸上泛起一团红晕：“过来了，马总，您先在沙发上做一下，不好意思，是我的疏忽，上个月就完成了，但是忘记放在哪里了，等我一下我找一下啊。”

“哦，赶趟，下午３点的会。”

此时我和马总的目光都落在了老婆身上，老婆的睡衣虽说是纯棉的，但是毕竟很薄，是白色的，快１０点了客厅大落地窗射进了充足的阳光，把老婆的内衣完全穿透，摇摇晃晃的睡衣里老婆１米６７的高挑身材暴露无疑。由于老婆的身高，睡裙下摆只到大腿根下面一点，在大腿的中间吧，老婆的乳房并不算大，但也不小，没有带胸罩，很清楚的看到两颗粉葡萄，而修长的大腿看的更加清晰，两腿间大腿交合处透过来一束阳光，让人遐想不已，不过还好看不出是否穿了内裤。

我赶紧说：“马总，请里面坐。”

马总也微笑着低着头，若有所思的向沙发走去。老婆双手把长发摆到耳后，没等我说话就跑到厨房端了一杯茶水过来，我和马总正坐在沙发上，老婆俯身把水杯放在马总身前的茶几上，宽松的睡裙，俯身即可看到全景。我看到了老婆的整个双乳，由于姿势的原因，如奶牛一般下坠着两个咪咪，肉头清晰可见。我不禁一阵，我侧头看了看马总，马总直视的目光停顿了下，低头微笑着拿奇茶杯喝了口茶。

我是东道主，而且听老婆说，她的升职还是由于马总的推荐，自然主动搭讪，主动找话题。但毕竟隔行如隔肉山，聊的只是肤浅的话题。我们无话可说的时，才关注起我老婆，毕竟屋里只有我们三人。

只见老婆在书架前忙的不亦乐乎，把所有书籍翻开来看看有没有夹在中间。

书架的位置就在落地窗旁边，阳光不惜余力的发挥着自己的能量，老婆的身体在薄薄的睡衣下若隐若现，她在书架侧面的书柜找东西的时候，完美的臀部曲线暴露无疑，因为阳光太刺眼了，把睡裙直接穿透。我和马总看着对面的电视发呆，但是我感觉得到马总时不时看向老婆。

书架有一人半高，老婆找完下面的部分，自然的去上半部分寻找。这时老婆极力的身手去拿书。架最上层的一本书，由于姿势原因睡裙的下摆自然上提，提到了臀部以上。

老婆极力的去拿那一本书，却忘记了自己穿的睡衣的长短。此时，老婆的睡裙下摆已经提到了臀部中间的位置，我和马总的位置可以很轻松的看到老婆的小半个屁股，一条深深的臀缝分开两瓣屁股。老婆的屁股我不多说了，很翘很有感觉，走路都是一颤一颤的，此时却暴露在马总眼前。

我侧身看看马总，只见他根本没有注意电视节目，而是全神贯注的看向老婆的屁股。

我起身说：“我帮你拿吧。”

结果老婆说：“不用，你陪马总坐一下，我好好找找。”

结果那一本书里也没有需要资料。只见老婆由于慌乱长发滑到脸前，双手又捋了下头发，随手拿起书架上的皮筋，在落地窗前把一头长发扎了起来，这短短的半分钟时间，阳光穿透了老婆的睡裙，我透过薄薄的睡裙已经可以看出老婆的屁股缝了。这睡裙后面怎幺这幺薄？

我主动和马总搭讪，谈谈银行的业务，谈谈发展。马总说：“你爱人是个人才，办事有效率，到位，很有发展前途啊。好好努力，我推荐一下，基本可以确定升迁。”

我陪着笑脸说：“呵呵，多谢马总夸奖啊！”

My wife was getting anxious after searching for a while without finding the information. She hadn't even looked at the space under the bookshelf yet. She bent down and opened the double doors under the bookshelf, searching for the documents. I was stunned by what I saw. Because of her posture, the hem of her nightgown was almost at her waist when she bent over, her entire white buttocks sticking out. The bookshelf was only about two meters away from Mr. Ma and me. I could see her tightly closed vulva in the deep cleft of her buttocks, with the fluid I'd seen when she got up still clinging to it.

Because she was searching under the bookshelf, she would occasionally bend down to pick up a book, glance at it, and then toss it aside. She was in a hurry, reading quickly and throwing things away just as fast. She maintained this posture for over a minute. At the moment she bent over, I could clearly see her anus. Her long, slender legs and tender anus were unmistakably exposed.

I glanced at Mr. Ma out of the corner of my eye; he was facing the TV but looking at my wife. I couldn't sit still any longer, so I quickly stood up and said,

"XX, let me help you."

I stood behind my wife, but she angrily said, "No need, you chat with Mr. Ma for a while, it's nearby, it'll be done soon." She turned around and shoved me back onto the sofa.

Mr. Ma smiled and said, "No rush, take your time."

Because the bookshelf was too deep to reach, my wife suddenly knelt on the floor and leaned her front into the bookshelf. Holy crap, her entire buttocks were facing me and Mr. Ma, her skirt just above her anus, barely covering it but clearly visible.

Mr. Ma's eyes weren't on the TV at all, he was staring at my wife's buttocks. I saw him swallow hard, and I casually picked up my teacup and took a sip. The bookshelf was deep, so my wife moved one leg forward, her left leg slightly apart, trying to reach, her wet vulva slightly parted, her clean anus a light brown. Because I had shaved her pubic hair a while ago, it was clearly visible and very clean.

I stood up and said, "Let me help you, get up quickly."

My wife stood up and said, "It's not here either."

Standing in front of Mr. Ma, my face flushed, my wife said, "Mr. Ma, I'm so sorry, I thought it might be at the office."

Mr. Ma, who seemed like a worldly person, said, "Okay, look again, if you can't find it, we'll go to the office." My

wife smoothed her long hair and said apologetically, "I'm so sorry, Mr. Ma, I'll definitely get it sorted out before the meeting."

Mr. Ma listened, stood up and said, "I'll wait for your call," and walked out. After

Mr. Ma left, I quickly told my wife that she had been exposed. My wife was very surprised: "Oh! I wasn't wearing underwear!"

My wife's face turned red, and she started hitting me with a flurry of punches.

I said, "I reminded you, I was still standing behind you, you pushed me back to the sofa."

I took the opportunity to push my wife to the French windows, made her lean against the windowsill, lifted her nightgown and went straight in.

"Ah, ah, ah..."

I saw Mr. Ma downstairs get into his Passat. I spread my wife's buttocks, thrusting my thumb hard into her anus, pumping rapidly. My wife held onto the glass, head down, moaning softly... Just then, Mr. Ma's phone rang. My wife immediately ran to the bedside to grab the phone, saying something. I turned her around, making her lie face down on the bed, sticking out her big, white, and plump buttocks, and forcefully thrusting in.

"Slap, slap, slap..."

My wife blushed and looked back at me and Mr. Ma, saying, "Okay... Mr. Ma... I'll definitely bring the documents before 3 o'clock, ah... don't worry..."

I couldn't control myself anymore, regardless of who I was talking to, and quickly thrust.

"Mr. Ma... I... know about this..." My wife was still saying when I pulled out my penis, spat on my fingers, and inserted them into my wife's tender, clean anus. Then, I aimed my penis at the tight opening and thrust it in hard, half of my penis disappearing into the opening.

My wife dropped the phone on the bed. She quickly picked it up and said, "Oh, Mr. Ma, I'm sorry, the signal was bad. What did you say?"

At that moment, I thrust rapidly, and a stream of white semen gushed from her anus—the pent-up essence from the past few days.

"Okay, Mr. Ma, I understand." After saying that, my wife grabbed a tissue, squatted down by the bed to wipe her anus clean, and stood up, saying, "I need to find the information quickly, please help me find it."

It turned out the information was in a compartment in the TV cabinet. I had a nagging feeling that Mr. Ma might not only take advantage of me this once, and the thought sent a shiver down my spine…
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