Exposure of promiscuous women

I deeply love my husband, but we've been estranged for years... We've made love less and less often, less than once a month. I'm confident in my figure; I still maintain a perfect physique, 36C-30-34, which I'm very satisfied with... He's definitely not dissatisfied with my figure... Even so, I still love him deeply, even after that incident three months ago, when my life began to change. I still love him deeply, and I still keep my body for him alone... I work in a foreign trade company, in a decent position, as an assistant manager. About three months ago, on my birthday, I invited my colleagues home for dinner—just a few girlfriends. My husband wasn't home that day. My colleagues even joked, saying, "Where's your husband? Why didn't he spend my birthday with you?..." and warned me to be careful. He's so handsome and rich, could he be bewitched by that woman? I just smiled and dealt with them, without a shred of doubt. I know it's impossible, even with how estranged we are... but I know it's impossible. After we finished our meal, my husband came home while we were chatting in the living room. Although he looked very tired, I still asked him to join us. He looked bored and watched TV, not wanting to pay attention to us… At this moment, I noticed Yiling, who was sitting opposite my husband, slightly opening her previously tightly closed thighs.
I didn't think much of it, assuming she hadn't noticed, but… I saw my husband's gaze shift slightly from the TV to the base of Yiling's thighs… My husband staring at her private parts was really uncomfortable. My husband's penis was erect, and I could clearly see the shape of the erection. My husband was getting an erection while looking at another woman's private parts… Yiling kept moving her legs, and the view under her tight skirt was clearly visible: white lace panties and sexy legs in stockings. This must be very stimulating for a man. Seeing my husband's absent-minded peeping, I couldn't help but feel jealous… Thinking that my husband was so cold to me, yet reacted like this because he was peeping at a woman he didn't know, I gave Yiling a look, wanting to tell her that her private parts had been exposed.
I think Yiling understood what I meant… After a while, Yiling got up to go to the restroom. When she came back, she sat in the same spot opposite my husband, but instead of paying attention to her posture, she opened her skirt wide, facing my husband. I felt increasingly uneasy. I watched as his gaze lingered on Yiling's inner thighs, and he occasionally used his tongue to moisten his lips… I looked at Yiling unhappily, only to find her face flushed, her breathing somewhat rapid, and her hands pressed against the outside of her thighs, slowly moving… I cursed Yiling's promiscuity in my heart. Then I noticed that Yiling wasn't wearing a bra. Oh my god, what was she doing? How could she do this? I couldn't let this continue… I got up, trying to block my husband's view and stop this.
My strategy succeeded; my husband focused his attention on the television. I turned to look at Yiling… Oh my god, there was nothing under her tight skirt. The stockings and panties she was wearing just now were gone. Was she doing this on purpose to let my husband see? Was she trying to hook up with my husband? Yiling knew I had seen under her skirt, and she avoided my gaze, not daring to look me in the eye… Yiling seemed to know this trick very well… No one noticed except my husband and me. I kept quiet until they were about to leave. After seeing the others into the elevator, I called out to Yiling. After the others left, only she and I were left at the elevator door. I spoke first: “Uh… Yiling, you’re not wearing a bra today… um… and you’re not wearing panties or stockings either… um… you lied to me. I saw you wearing them before… why did you take off your panties and stockings in my house and expose your… your vulva to my husband? What do you mean by this? Are you trying to hook up with my husband?”
I shouted angrily. "No...it's not like that...Manager...I didn't mean to seduce him, I just...I just couldn't help myself..."
"Can't help yourself? Is this what it means to be like this?"
"I couldn't control myself. I noticed unintentionally that he was looking under my skirt, and my body started to heat up...I wanted to wash my face to calm down, but I couldn't. I wanted someone to peek under my skirt...that feeling was so good..."
At this moment, Yi-ling closed her eyes and touched her own body, making me believe her. "Okay, Yi-ling. I believe you, Sister Zhang, but what you're doing is wrong..."
I gave her a few words of advice and let her go. That night, I lay in bed, thinking about Yi-ling...thinking about how Yi-ling could have such a perverted tendency...exposing her body and letting others peep on her...but at that time, I didn't know that this incident would begin to change my life. Chapter Two: Peeping, Masturbation, Orgasm Afterwards, I didn't mention this to anyone, including Yi-ling, as if it had never happened. A few days later, the company had a case that required me to discuss with the manufacturer. After taking on the case, I studied it all morning and felt there weren't any major problems. In the afternoon, I took the company's salesperson to discuss it with the manufacturer.
When we arrived, after introducing myself and our salesperson, I explained the issues with the case and the benefits they were exchanging. It was an easy case, and we quickly agreed on the terms… I handed the case over to the salesperson and explained some details. The manager was also listening to his presentation, worried he might make a mistake. I inadvertently noticed that the manager's eyes were fixed on my skirt… I instinctively pressed my legs together. Damn it, another lecherous man trying to take advantage of me. Suddenly, a thought flashed through my mind: Yiling. Would it really be pleasurable to expose myself and be stared at? I decided to try it out of curiosity, thinking that no one would know I was doing it on purpose.
I pretended to listen seriously to the salesperson's explanation, while simultaneously casually spreading my legs, revealing my private parts under my skirt. Because I'd never done anything like this before, I felt shy, so I only opened my legs a tiny bit… Watching the manager's eyes darting around, his actions of wanting to look but also afraid of being discovered, gave me a mischievous thrill. Then I got bolder and opened them wider, letting him see directly under my skirt. I was wearing purple lace panties and sheer stockings, and with my beautiful thigh curves… I think any man would feel uneasy. Just as I was enjoying this prank, I noticed the manager's gaze fixed on my private parts. I felt a wave of embarrassment; someone was spying on my private parts! My legs involuntarily closed, but I couldn't control myself and opened them again…
'Oh God, please stop looking at my private parts…' I felt a surge of heat emanating from my body; it was so uncomfortable. The more I tried to hide it, the more I couldn't close my legs... "Please, stop..."
I thought about how I was wearing sheer stockings, barely covering anything, and the purple lace was also somewhat transparent... Maybe he could see the shape of my vulva. "How could I do this? This won't do..."
But I had to stay calm and not tell him they knew, because the manager's attention was focused on me. Our salesman sensed something was wrong and turned to look at me... "Oh no, he saw it too." I told myself I had to stay calm and not make a fool of myself. Two unfamiliar eyes were peering under my skirt, "Oh... how embarrassing." Besides feeling hot, I knew my private parts were wet... my vulva was a little swollen... I really wanted a penis inside... Fortunately, our salesman wasn't obsessed with peeking under my skirt and finished his explanation. I knew I could finally breathe a sigh of relief. Leaving there, my lust hadn't subsided; I just wanted to get back to the company quickly, wash my face, and calm down. After driving for a while, the salesperson told me that the manager had been groping me. I smiled and pretended not to know. I thought to myself, "You saw it too, yet you dare to criticize others first!" On the other hand, I also thought he had seen me... My emotions remained agitated, and I couldn't calm down. Back at the company, after putting my things down, I immediately rushed to the restroom.
I pulled my skirt up to my waist and looked at myself in the mirror. There were obvious wet stains on my inner thighs; I knew it was my vaginal discharge. Through the mirror, I could clearly see the shape of my vulva, even through the stockings and underwear. My genitals were soaked with fabric, making my vulva clearly visible. The thought of someone seeing my vulva like this made me start to secrete fluid again... But thankfully, it was impossible for anyone to see my vulva through the hem of my skirt. I pulled my skirt down and straightened it. I simulated the position I had just been in, looking at myself in the mirror, trying to reassure myself that no one had seen my private parts. But even through the mirror, I could clearly see her wet vulva and the water-stained stockings and panties… '…Oh…no way…'
I felt dizzy. How could someone have really seen that? Looking at my reflection in the mirror, I suddenly felt a burning sensation. That was the manager… He saw my private parts… I can’t let him see, no… please don’t look anymore… Just thinking about his eyes… oh, I’m melting. “No… don’t do this… two people saw… ah… their gazes were fixed on my vulva… I’ve been spied on… ah… it’s so hot…” I felt my wet vulva yearning for a penis, and my labia swelled up… “Oh… ah… oh… please don’t look anymore… I…” I pulled down my stockings and skirt to my knees, slipped my fingers under the skirt and rubbed my vulva, the flesh between my labia sucking my fingers in. I didn't feel satisfied. I picked up my hair comb and inserted it into my private parts, thrusting it in and out... "...Ah...ah...I...oh...ah...um...hmm...oh...um..."
Their gazes were like penises, penetrating my honey hole... "...Ah...don't look anymore...oh...no...hmm...don't look anymore...I...I can't...take it anymore...oh oh...oh...oh...oh...hmm...hmm..."
I grabbed the sink, trembling violently twice. The hair comb slipped out of my vagina, and my vaginal fluid spurted out, splashing onto my stockings, panties, and tight skirt...I didn't care about anything else; I was still enjoying the afterglow of the orgasm...This wasn't my first time masturbating, but it was the only orgasm I'd had in two or three years. Sadly, I haven't had an orgasm with my husband for years, and now I rely on masturbation to lose my virginity... Chapter Three: Understanding My Desires. That day, I returned home and looked at the dark living room. My husband, as usual, hadn't come home yet. Tonight, I would be alone again, feeling incredibly sad thinking about what I had done that day that betrayed my love for my husband. Sitting on the sofa, I unconsciously fell asleep. In my dream... Yiling was exposed in front of my husband again. My husband was staring at her private parts, and I felt a thousand times unwilling. In an instant, my husband became that manager, staring at my private parts. I reached up to cover my open skirt, but... but... I was only wearing a bra, stockings, and that purple panty. "Ah... no... don't... don't... please don't look anymore..."
...I woke up with a start, finding myself surrounded by darkness, with no one around. I realized it was a dream. It was already very late, and my husband still hadn't come home. I took off my high heels, lifted my tight skirt, and pulled off my stockings to check the area that had been soiled earlier, only to find it was still a little damp. "...Could it be that I just..."
I pulled down my underwear, and yes, the crotch was soaking wet again... I wondered what had gotten into me, and quickly changed my clothes and went to the bathroom to shower. The hot water felt wonderful on my skin, and my mind cleared up considerably. I knew it was my husband's coldness towards me and Yiling's actions that had led me to do what I did today.
But that wasn't the truth. I hadn't realized at the time that the reason I acted this way was simply because I liked... liked... being watched. So I forgot about it, treating it as a minor incident in my life, and from the next day onward, I focused my attention on my work, going to work as usual every day. Until... one day at lunchtime, I went to a nearby restaurant with my colleagues. As usual, after our meal, we rested for a while and chatted. As we chatted, I glanced around absentmindedly… I noticed a man sitting to my left, also looking around, watching us, his gaze fixed on my legs. Because my legs were crossed, perhaps more of my thighs were exposed, and he was admiring my legs, so I didn't pay much attention. Maybe women are just more protective of themselves. Knowing someone was staring at my thighs, I pretended to glance at him casually to see if he was still watching me. Once, he was still watching… twice, his gaze didn't leave… Although I knew there was no danger of being exposed, I still instinctively tugged at my skirt. I knew very well that he had no chance of seeing my private parts, but I still instinctively kept an eye on him. I glanced once, twice… and he was still staring at my thighs. Although I knew it was impossible, my hand instinctively pressed down on the hem of my skirt, trying to block his gaze.
"He can't see any woman's private parts,"
I told myself. But I couldn't concentrate on my conversation with my colleagues anymore; I became more and more nervous, and increased the frequency of my attention to him. His gaze remained fixed on…my thighs and the hem of my skirt… Perhaps it was my attempts to cover myself, and my nervous expression, that piqued his interest. I tried to remain calm, hoping to distract him and make him stop staring. But I couldn't control myself; I kept noticing his movements. Luckily, they were about to leave. After they left, we had to go back to work. I went to the restroom, and as I pulled down my stockings and panties under my white pencil skirt to urinate, I noticed my vulva was a little wet. A thought crossed my mind: "Could it be…?"
But I didn't have time to think about it anymore; I just quickly finished and went back to the company. Because Xiao Chen, the sales representative, was on leave that day, I was quite busy. Back at the company, I didn't have time to linger either; the thought from earlier had vanished from my mind. At three in the afternoon, the manager needed a report, but I couldn't find it anywhere. I remembered that this case was Xiao Chen's responsibility, and since he was on leave, I had to look for it on his computer myself. Hmm… I really couldn't get used to using a computer that wasn't my usual one. But being clever, I started with my own folders, and sure enough, the case's directory was there. After a quick search, I found it. I quickly printed it out and gave it to the manager. After handing it in, I turned back to shut down Xiao Chen's computer, but then I caught a glimpse of a "beautiful"
directory. On a whim, wanting to know what kind of pictures were inside, I transferred the entire directory to my machine. Back at my seat, I opened it, only to find that there weren't many pictures, just about ten. It seems Xiao Chen is the type to prefer quality over quantity. I opened the first picture and then closed it. I glanced around to see if anyone was nearby. I tensed up. Although the pictures didn't show faces, I recognized the person in the pictures immediately—it was me. I looked at all the pictures; every single one was me. It was my perfect lower body, wearing a tight skirt, stockings, and my underwear barely concealed. Some pictures even showed my entire body. I felt a powerful shock.
Xiao Chen sat diagonally in front of me, facing me. While I was at work, I had many opportunities to turn my legs towards him, but why did he do this…? I carefully examined the photos of my underwear, each one a beautiful picture worthy of admiration. The sheer stockings and long, shapely legs, plus several photos of my private parts pressed tightly against my panties, “Ah… so he’s been spying on my private parts every day…”
Looking at the pictures, I imagined myself as Xiao Chen, secretly peeking at my vulva deep within my tight skirt. I remembered the wave of pleasure triggered at noon, mixed with the thrill of being secretly photographed, and my whole body felt hot… I wanted to know what it felt like to be watched. I slightly pulled open my skirt, and there was someone staring at the hem. (Even though I wasn’t facing anyone, I still imagined it…) I closed my eyes, trying to see as much of my private parts as possible. Yes, I’d tell others, tell them to come and see. So many eyes are watching. "Oh, um..."
My silk and lace panties are soaked. You can all see the shape of my vulva, the vulva that secretes the most lustful fluid. So wet, so wet... I know you're peeping. My boundless beauty is all exposed. Your eyes are like cocks deeply inserted into my hole. "...Oh...ah...um...hum...oh..."
The more you look, the more my lustful fluids flow. "...Ah..."
I picked up a small mirror and placed it in front of my skirt. "Oh...ah...this is how you look at me...um...you can see the fabric being absorbed by my flesh...my lace panties have become transparent...oh...my private parts have been seen by you..."
I stroked along the curve of my thighs, gently touching them. I also knew this was the office, and I couldn't go too far, so I didn't intend to stay here. I knew I had to go somewhere else. I got up and went to the dressing room, swaying my hips seductively. You all love to see that—the lines and lace clinging to my tight skirt, the pattern from my tank top. "...Oh...I want you to see...ah..."
As soon as I entered the dressing room, I locked the door and lifted my skirt. "Oh...ah...it's so wet..."
My panties and stockings, which were pressed against my vulva, were already soaked with my love juice. I wanted to remove the stockings and panty, but my fingers started rubbing against them first. My clitoris was intensely stimulated, and coupled with the lewd images of being ogled in my mind, my whole body reached a state of arousal. The more I imagined myself exposed in front of many people, the stronger the feeling of orgasm became. The physical friction was no longer enough for me; I wanted more and more people to ogle me, to ogle me… “Ah… oh… oh… ah… um… oh… oh… oh… oh… ah…”
A sudden tremor ran through me, and I hurriedly tried to remove the panties and stockings that I hadn’t taken off, but it was too late. My love juice had already soaked them, staining the stockings and panties with copious amounts of water. After these two orgasms caused by being ogled, although I didn’t want to believe it, I truly enjoyed exposing my private parts to other people, and I could experience a rapid surge of sexual desire because of being ogled by others.
I deeply love my husband, but we've been estranged for years... We've made love less and less often, less than once a month. I'm confident in my figure; I still maintain a perfect physique, 36C-30-34, which I'm very satisfied with... He's definitely not dissatisfied with my figure... Even so, I still love him deeply, even after that incident three months ago, when my life began to change. I still love him deeply, and I still keep my body for him alone... I work in a foreign trade company, in a decent position, as an assistant manager. About three months ago, on my birthday, I invited my colleagues home for dinner—just a few girlfriends. My husband wasn't home that day. My colleagues even joked, saying, "Where's your husband? Why didn't he spend my birthday with you?..." and warned me to be careful. He's so handsome and rich, could he be bewitched by that woman? I just smiled and dealt with them, without a shred of doubt. I know it's impossible, even with how estranged we are... but I know it's impossible. After we finished our meal, my husband came home while we were chatting in the living room. Although he looked very tired, I still asked him to join us. He looked bored and watched TV, not wanting to pay attention to us… At this moment, I noticed Yiling, who was sitting opposite my husband, slightly opening her previously tightly closed thighs.
I didn't think much of it, assuming she hadn't noticed, but… I saw my husband's gaze shift slightly from the TV to the base of Yiling's thighs… My husband staring at her private parts was really uncomfortable. My husband's penis was erect, and I could clearly see the shape of the erection. My husband was getting an erection while looking at another woman's private parts… Yiling kept moving her legs, and the view under her tight skirt was clearly visible: white lace panties and sexy legs in stockings. This must be very stimulating for a man. Seeing my husband's absent-minded peeping, I couldn't help but feel jealous… Thinking that my husband was so cold to me, yet reacted like this because he was peeping at a woman he didn't know, I gave Yiling a look, wanting to tell her that her private parts had been exposed.
I think Yiling understood what I meant… After a while, Yiling got up to go to the restroom. When she came back, she sat in the same spot opposite my husband, but instead of paying attention to her posture, she opened her skirt wide, facing my husband. I felt increasingly uneasy. I watched as his gaze lingered on Yiling's inner thighs, and he occasionally used his tongue to moisten his lips… I looked at Yiling unhappily, only to find her face flushed, her breathing somewhat rapid, and her hands pressed against the outside of her thighs, slowly moving… I cursed Yiling's promiscuity in my heart. Then I noticed that Yiling wasn't wearing a bra. Oh my god, what was she doing? How could she do this? I couldn't let this continue… I got up, trying to block my husband's view and stop this.
My strategy succeeded; my husband focused his attention on the television. I turned to look at Yiling… Oh my god, there was nothing under her tight skirt. The stockings and panties she was wearing just now were gone. Was she doing this on purpose to let my husband see? Was she trying to hook up with my husband? Yiling knew I had seen under her skirt, and she avoided my gaze, not daring to look me in the eye… Yiling seemed to know this trick very well… No one noticed except my husband and me. I kept quiet until they were about to leave. After seeing the others into the elevator, I called out to Yiling. After the others left, only she and I were left at the elevator door. I spoke first: “Uh… Yiling, you’re not wearing a bra today… um… and you’re not wearing panties or stockings either… um… you lied to me. I saw you wearing them before… why did you take off your panties and stockings in my house and expose your… your vulva to my husband? What do you mean by this? Are you trying to hook up with my husband?”
I shouted angrily. "No...it's not like that...Manager...I didn't mean to seduce him, I just...I just couldn't help myself..."
"Can't help yourself? Is this what it means to be like this?"
"I couldn't control myself. I noticed unintentionally that he was looking under my skirt, and my body started to heat up...I wanted to wash my face to calm down, but I couldn't. I wanted someone to peek under my skirt...that feeling was so good..."
At this moment, Yi-ling closed her eyes and touched her own body, making me believe her. "Okay, Yi-ling. I believe you, Sister Zhang, but what you're doing is wrong..."
I gave her a few words of advice and let her go. That night, I lay in bed, thinking about Yi-ling...thinking about how Yi-ling could have such a perverted tendency...exposing her body and letting others peep on her...but at that time, I didn't know that this incident would begin to change my life. Chapter Two: Peeping, Masturbation, Orgasm Afterwards, I didn't mention this to anyone, including Yi-ling, as if it had never happened. A few days later, the company had a case that required me to discuss with the manufacturer. After taking on the case, I studied it all morning and felt there weren't any major problems. In the afternoon, I took the company's salesperson to discuss it with the manufacturer.
When we arrived, after introducing myself and our salesperson, I explained the issues with the case and the benefits they were exchanging. It was an easy case, and we quickly agreed on the terms… I handed the case over to the salesperson and explained some details. The manager was also listening to his presentation, worried he might make a mistake. I inadvertently noticed that the manager's eyes were fixed on my skirt… I instinctively pressed my legs together. Damn it, another lecherous man trying to take advantage of me. Suddenly, a thought flashed through my mind: Yiling. Would it really be pleasurable to expose myself and be stared at? I decided to try it out of curiosity, thinking that no one would know I was doing it on purpose.
I pretended to listen seriously to the salesperson's explanation, while simultaneously casually spreading my legs, revealing my private parts under my skirt. Because I'd never done anything like this before, I felt shy, so I only opened my legs a tiny bit… Watching the manager's eyes darting around, his actions of wanting to look but also afraid of being discovered, gave me a mischievous thrill. Then I got bolder and opened them wider, letting him see directly under my skirt. I was wearing purple lace panties and sheer stockings, and with my beautiful thigh curves… I think any man would feel uneasy. Just as I was enjoying this prank, I noticed the manager's gaze fixed on my private parts. I felt a wave of embarrassment; someone was spying on my private parts! My legs involuntarily closed, but I couldn't control myself and opened them again…
'Oh God, please stop looking at my private parts…' I felt a surge of heat emanating from my body; it was so uncomfortable. The more I tried to hide it, the more I couldn't close my legs... "Please, stop..."
I thought about how I was wearing sheer stockings, barely covering anything, and the purple lace was also somewhat transparent... Maybe he could see the shape of my vulva. "How could I do this? This won't do..."
But I had to stay calm and not tell him they knew, because the manager's attention was focused on me. Our salesman sensed something was wrong and turned to look at me... "Oh no, he saw it too." I told myself I had to stay calm and not make a fool of myself. Two unfamiliar eyes were peering under my skirt, "Oh... how embarrassing." Besides feeling hot, I knew my private parts were wet... my vulva was a little swollen... I really wanted a penis inside... Fortunately, our salesman wasn't obsessed with peeking under my skirt and finished his explanation. I knew I could finally breathe a sigh of relief. Leaving there, my lust hadn't subsided; I just wanted to get back to the company quickly, wash my face, and calm down. After driving for a while, the salesperson told me that the manager had been groping me. I smiled and pretended not to know. I thought to myself, "You saw it too, yet you dare to criticize others first!" On the other hand, I also thought he had seen me... My emotions remained agitated, and I couldn't calm down. Back at the company, after putting my things down, I immediately rushed to the restroom.
I pulled my tight skirt up to my waist and looked at myself in the mirror. There were obvious wet stains on my inner thighs; I knew it was the lustful fluid secreted from my vulva. Through the mirror, I could clearly see the shape of my vulva, even through the stockings and panties. My genitals were soaked with fabric, making my vulva clearly visible. The thought of someone seeing my vulva like this made me start to secrete lustful fluid again… But thankfully, it was impossible for anyone to see my vulva through the hem of my skirt. I pulled the skirt down and straightened it. I mimicked the previous position, looking at myself in the mirror, trying to reassure myself that no one had seen my genitals. But even through the mirror, I could clearly see my wet vulva and the water-stained stockings and panties… '…Oh…no way…'
I felt dizzy. How could someone really see that? Looking at the reflection in the mirror, I suddenly felt hot. That was the manager…he saw my genitals…I can't let him see, no…please don't look anymore…just thinking about his eyes…oh, I'm melting. "No...don't do this...two people saw it...ah...their gazes were fixed on my vulva...I've been spied on...ah...it's so hot..." I felt my wet vulva yearning for a penis, and my labia swelled up... "Oh...ah...oh...please stop looking...I..." I pulled down my stockings and skirt to my knees, and rubbed my vulva with my fingers inside the skirt. The flesh between my labia sucked my fingers in. I didn't feel satisfied. I picked up my hair comb and inserted it into my private parts, thrusting it in and out... "...Ah...ah...I...oh...ah...um...hmm...oh...um..."
Their gazes were like penises, penetrating my honey hole... "...Ah...don't look anymore...oh...no...hmm...don't look anymore...I...I can't...take it anymore...oh oh...oh...oh...oh...hmm...hmm..."
I grabbed the sink, trembling violently twice. The hair comb slipped out of my vagina, and my vaginal fluid spurted out, splashing onto my stockings, panties, and tight skirt...I didn't care about anything else; I was still enjoying the afterglow of the orgasm...This wasn't my first time masturbating, but it was the only orgasm I'd had in two or three years. Sadly, I haven't had an orgasm with my husband for years, and now I rely on masturbation to lose my virginity... Chapter Three: Understanding My Desires. That day, I returned home and looked at the dark living room. My husband, as usual, hadn't come home yet. Tonight, I would be alone again, feeling incredibly sad thinking about what I had done that day that betrayed my love for my husband. Sitting on the sofa, I unconsciously fell asleep. In my dream... Yiling was exposed in front of my husband again. My husband was staring at her private parts, and I felt a thousand times unwilling. In an instant, my husband became that manager, staring at my private parts. I reached up to cover my open skirt, but... but... I was only wearing a bra, stockings, and that purple panty. "Ah... no... don't... don't... please don't look anymore..."
...I woke up with a start, finding myself surrounded by darkness, with no one around. I realized it was a dream. It was already very late, and my husband still hadn't come home. I took off my high heels, lifted my tight skirt, and pulled off my stockings to check the area that had been soiled earlier, only to find it was still a little damp. "...Could it be that I just..."
I pulled down my underwear, and yes, the crotch was soaking wet again... I wondered what had gotten into me, and quickly changed my clothes and went to the bathroom to shower. The hot water felt wonderful on my skin, and my mind cleared up considerably. I knew it was my husband's coldness towards me and Yiling's actions that had led me to do what I did today.
But that wasn't the truth. I hadn't realized at the time that the reason I acted this way was simply because I liked... liked... being watched. So I forgot about it, treating it as a minor incident in my life, and from the next day onward, I focused my attention on my work, going to work as usual every day. Until... one day at lunchtime, I went to a nearby restaurant with my colleagues. As usual, after our meal, we rested for a while and chatted. As we chatted, I glanced around absentmindedly… I noticed a man sitting to my left, also looking around, watching us, his gaze fixed on my legs. Because my legs were crossed, perhaps more of my thighs were exposed, and he was admiring my legs, so I didn't pay much attention. Maybe women are just more protective of themselves. Knowing someone was staring at my thighs, I pretended to glance at him casually to see if he was still watching me. Once, he was still watching… twice, his gaze didn't leave… Although I knew there was no danger of being exposed, I still instinctively tugged at my skirt. I knew very well that he had no chance of seeing my private parts, but I still instinctively kept an eye on him. I glanced once, twice… and he was still staring at my thighs. Although I knew it was impossible, my hand instinctively pressed down on the hem of my skirt, trying to block his gaze.
"He can't see any woman's private parts,"
I told myself. But I couldn't concentrate on my conversation with my colleagues anymore; I became more and more nervous, and increased the frequency of my attention to him. His gaze remained fixed on…my thighs and the hem of my skirt… Perhaps it was my attempts to cover myself, and my nervous expression, that piqued his interest. I tried to remain calm, hoping to distract him and make him stop staring. But I couldn't control myself; I kept noticing his movements. Luckily, they were about to leave. After they left, we had to go back to work. I went to the restroom, and as I pulled down my stockings and panties under my white pencil skirt to urinate, I noticed my vulva was a little wet. A thought crossed my mind: "Could it be…?"
But I didn't have time to think about it anymore; I just quickly finished and went back to the company. Because Xiao Chen, the sales representative, was on leave that day, I was quite busy. Back at the company, I didn't have time to linger either; the thought from earlier had vanished from my mind. At three in the afternoon, the manager needed a report, but I couldn't find it anywhere. I remembered that this case was Xiao Chen's responsibility, and since he was on leave, I had to look for it on his computer myself. Hmm… I really couldn't get used to using a computer that wasn't my usual one. But being clever, I started with my own folders, and sure enough, the case's directory was there. After a quick search, I found it. I quickly printed it out and gave it to the manager. After handing it in, I turned back to shut down Xiao Chen's computer, but then I caught a glimpse of a "beautiful"
directory. On a whim, wanting to know what kind of pictures were inside, I transferred the entire directory to my machine. Back at my seat, I opened it, only to find that there weren't many pictures, just about ten. It seems Xiao Chen is the type to prefer quality over quantity. I opened the first picture and then closed it. I glanced around to see if anyone was nearby. I tensed up. Although the pictures didn't show faces, I recognized the person in the pictures immediately—it was me. I looked at all the pictures; every single one was me. It was my perfect lower body, wearing a tight skirt, stockings, and my underwear barely concealed. Some pictures even showed my entire body. I felt a powerful shock.
Xiao Chen sat diagonally in front of me, facing me. While I was at work, I had many opportunities to turn my legs towards him, but why did he do this…? I carefully examined the photos of my underwear, each one a beautiful picture worthy of admiration. The sheer stockings and long, shapely legs, plus several photos of my private parts pressed tightly against my panties, “Ah… so he’s been spying on my private parts every day…”
Looking at the pictures, I imagined myself as Xiao Chen, secretly peeking at my vulva deep within my tight skirt. I remembered the wave of pleasure triggered at noon, mixed with the thrill of being secretly photographed, and my whole body felt hot… I wanted to know what it felt like to be watched. I slightly pulled open my skirt, and there was someone staring at the hem. (Even though I wasn’t facing anyone, I still imagined it…) I closed my eyes, trying to see as much of my private parts as possible. Yes, I’d tell others, tell them to come and see. So many eyes are watching. "Oh, um..."
My silk and lace panties are soaked. You can all see the shape of my vulva, the vulva that secretes the most lustful fluid, so wet, so wet... I know you're peeping. My private parts are completely exposed. Your eyes feel like your penises are deeply inserted into my hole. "...Oh...ah...um...hum...oh..."
The more you look, the more lustful fluid I produce. "...Ah..."
I picked up a small mirror and placed it in front of my skirt. "Oh...ah...this is how you look at me...um...you can see the fabric being absorbed by my vulva...my lace panties are already transparent...oh...my private parts are completely exposed to you..."
I stroked the curve of her thigh gently, knowing this was the office and I couldn't go too far, so I didn't intend to stay here. I knew I had to go somewhere else. I got up and went to the dressing room, swaying my hips seductively. You all love to see the lines and lace clinging to my tight skirt—the pattern from my tank top. "...Oh...I want you to see...ah..."
As soon as I entered the dressing room, I locked the door and lifted my skirt. "Oh...ah...it's so wet..."
My panties and stockings against my vulva were already soaked with my love juice. I wanted to remove the stockings and tank top, but my fingers rubbed against them first. My clitoris was intensely stimulated, and coupled with the lewd images of being ogled in my mind, my whole body reached a state of arousal. The more I imagined myself exposed in front of many people, the stronger the feeling of orgasm became. Physical friction was no longer enough to satisfy me; I wanted more and more people to voyeurize me, to rape me… “Ah…oh…oh…oh…ah…um…oh…oh…oh…oh…ah…”
A sudden tremor ran through me. I hurriedly tried to remove the panties and stockings I hadn’t taken off earlier, but it was too late. My semen had already soaked them, staining the stockings and panties with copious amounts of water. After these two orgasms brought on by being voyeurized, though I didn’t want to believe it, I truly enjoyed exposing my private parts to others, and my sexual desire would quickly rise because of being voyeurized by others.

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