My wife is a slut.

I am confident in my figure; I still maintain a perfect figure, 36C. I'm quite satisfied with my 30-34 figure... 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 started to change, I still love him deeply, and I still keep my body for him alone... I work in a foreign trade company, and my position isn't low; I'm a manager. About three months ago, on my birthday, I invited my colleagues from the company home for dinner—just a few girlfriends. My husband wasn't home that day, and my colleagues even joked, saying, "Why isn't your husband home? Why didn't he spend my birthday with me? He's so handsome and rich, could he be infatuated with that woman?" I smiled and dealt with them, without a shred of doubt. I knew it was impossible, even though we were so distant... but I knew it was impossible. When we finished dinner and were chatting in the living room, my husband came home. Although he looked very tired, I still asked him to come and chat with us. He looked bored watching TV and didn't want to pay attention to us... This Then I noticed that Yiling, who was sitting opposite my husband, slightly parted her legs, which had been tightly closed. 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; 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 glimpse of her private parts under her tight skirt was clearly visible: white lace panties and sexy legs clad in stockings. This must be incredibly exciting for a man!! Seeing my husband's distracted, peeping expression, I couldn't help but feel a surge of jealousy… Thinking about how cold he was to me, yet he reacted like this just 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 returned, she sat in the same spot opposite my husband, but Yiling didn't seem to notice her posture…Instead of facing my husband, she opened her skirt wide. I felt increasingly uneasy. I watched as his gaze lingered on Yiling's inner thighs, occasionally licking his lips... I looked at Yiling unhappily, only to find her face flushed, her breathing rapid, 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 it. My strategy worked; my husband focused his attention on the TV. I turned to look at Yiling... Oh my god! Under her tight skirt, there were no clothes at all; the stockings and underwear she had just been wearing were gone. Was she deliberately showing me her underwear because she wasn't wearing anything? Was she trying to hook up with my husband? Yiling knew I'd seen under her skirt, and she avoided my gaze, not daring to look me in the eye… Yiling seemed to know this trick a thing or two… No one noticed except my husband and me! I knew but didn't say anything. When they were about to leave, I saw them out. After seeing the others into the elevator, I called out to Yiling. After they left, only she and I were left at the elevator door. I spoke first: "Uh… Yiling, you weren't wearing a bra today… um… and you weren't wearing panties or stockings either… um… You're lying to me!! I saw you wearing them before… Why did you take off your panties and stockings in my house?! And even exposed your… your vulva in front of my husband? What do you mean by this! 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..." "Couldn't help yourself! Does being unable to help yourself mean 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 and calm down, but I couldn't stop thinking about him peeping under my skirt...that feeling was so good..." At this moment, Yiling closed her eyes and touched her own body, making me believe her. "Okay, Yiling. I believe you, but what you did was wrong..." I gave her a few words of advice and let her go. That night, I lay in bed, thinking about Yiling...thinking about how Yiling could have such a perverted tendency...exposing her body and letting others voyeurize her...but at that time, I didn't know that this incident would begin to change my life. Afterwards, I never mentioned this to anyone, including Yiling, as if it had never happened. A few days later, the company had a business deal that required me to negotiate with the manufacturer. After accepting 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 deal and the benefits they were exchanging. We quickly agreed on the terms… I handed the contract to the salesperson and explained some details. The manager was also listening to his presentation, worried he might make a mistake. I inadvertently noticed the manager's eyes were fixed on my underwear… I instinctively squeezed 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 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 shame; someone was spying on my private parts! My legs involuntarily closed, but I couldn't control myself and opened them again… 'Oh God! 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..." Then I remembered I was wearing sheer stockings, barely covering anything, and the purple lace was also somewhat transparent... Maybe he'd see the shape of my vulva!!! "How could I do this?! This won't do..." But I had to stay calm; I couldn't tell them they knew, because the manager's attention was focused on me. Our salesman sensed something was wrong and turned to look at me too... "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, "Didn't you see it too? And you dare to criticize him first!" On the other hand, I also thought that he had seen me too… My emotions remained heightened, 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 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 been in, looking at myself in the mirror, trying to reassure myself that no one had seen my private parts. But 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 my reflection in the mirror, I suddenly felt hot. That’s 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 wooden comb and inserted it into my private parts, thrusting it in and out... "...Ah...ah...I...oh...ah...um...hum...oh...um..." Their gazes were like penises, penetrating my honey hole... "...Ah...don't look anymore...oh...no...hum...don't look anymore...I...I can't...take it anymore...oh oh...oh...oh...oh...hum...hum...um..." I grabbed the sink, trembling violently twice. The wooden 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 my 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… That day, I returned home to a dark living room. My husband, as usual, hadn't come home yet. Tonight, I'd be alone again, feeling incredibly sad thinking about what I'd done that day—something I deeply regretted doing to betray my beloved husband. Sitting on the sofa, I unconsciously fell asleep. In my dream… Yiling was exposed in front of my husband again. He was staring intently 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 those purple panties. "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 took off my stockings to check the area that was soiled today, 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 happened to me, and quickly changed my clothes and went into 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 it at the time. The reason I acted this way was entirely because...I liked... liked... being spied on. So I forgot about it, treating it as a minor incident in my life, and from the next day onward, I focused on my work, going to work as usual every day. Until... one day at lunchtime, my colleagues and I went to a nearby restaurant. As usual, after our meal, we rested for a while and chatted. As we chatted, I glanced around casually... I noticed a man sitting to my left, also looking around, watching us, and his gaze was 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 particularly good at protecting themselves! Knowing someone was staring at my thighs, I pretended to look 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 nervously 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, I pressed my hand against the hem of my skirt, trying to block his gaze. "He can't possibly see any woman's private parts," I told myself. But I couldn't concentrate on the conversation with my colleagues anymore; I became more and more nervous, and increased the frequency of my attention to him. His gaze was still focused on… my thighs and the hem of my skirt… Perhaps my attempts to cover myself and my nervous expression increased his interest. I pretended to be calm, trying to stop paying attention to him, hoping he would get bored and stop staring at me. But I couldn't control myself; I just kept noticing his movements. Fortunately, they were preparing to leave at that moment. After they left, we had to go back to work. I went to the restroom, and as I took off my stockings and underwear 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, so I quickly finished and went back to the company. Because Xiao Chen, the salesperson, was on leave that day, I was quite busy. After returning to the company, I didn't have time to relax either; the thought from earlier had been completely forgotten. At three o'clock in the afternoon, the manager needed a report, but I couldn't find it anywhere. I remembered that this was Xiao Chen's responsibility, and since he was on leave that day, 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 file was there. After searching for a while, I found it. I quickly printed it out and handed it to the manager. After handing it in, I turned around to shut down Xiao Chen's computer, but then I caught a glimpse of a "beautyleg" directory. On a whim, wanting to know what kind of pictures were in there, I transferred the entire catalog to my computer. Back at my seat, I opened it, only to find 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 immediately closed it. I glanced around to see if anyone was there. I tensed up. Although the pictures didn't show faces, I recognized the person in one picture immediately—it was me. I looked at all the pictures; every single one was of me. It was my perfect lower body, wearing a tight skirt, stockings, and my underwear barely concealed. Some even showed my entire body. I felt a powerful shock. Xiao Chen was sitting diagonally in front of me, facing me. While I had many opportunities to turn my legs towards him when I was being intimate, why did he… to secretly photograph my underwear? Looking at them more closely, each one was a beautiful picture to admire. Sheer stockings and long, beautiful legs, plus several pictures of her private parts pressed tightly against her panties, "Ah...so you've been spying on my private parts every day..." Looking at the pictures, I imagined myself as Xiao Chen, secretly peeking at the vulva deep inside her tight skirt. I remembered the wave triggered at noon, mixed with the pleasure of being secretly photographed, and my whole body couldn't help but feel hot...I really wanted to know what it felt like to be watched by others, so I slightly pulled open the hem of my skirt, and there was someone staring at the hem of my skirt. (Even though I wasn't facing anyone, I still imagined it like this...) I closed my eyes...imagining them all looking at me...so many eyes are watching!! "Oh! Hmm..." The stockings and lace panties were soaked, you all saw the shape of my vulva, my vulva that secretes a lot of lustful fluid, so wet, so wet...I know you're spying, my boundless spring is all exposed, your eyes are like penises deeply inserted into my hole. "...Oh...ah...hmm...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 see me...um...you can see the fabric seeping into my vulva...the lace panties are already transparent...oh...you've seen my private parts..." I stroked along the curve of my thigh, gently touching it. I 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 the lines and lace clinging to my tight skirt—that's the pattern on my camisole! "...Oh...I want you to see...ah..." As soon as I entered the dressing room, I locked the door and lifted my tight skirt. "Oh...ah...it's so wet..." The panties and stockings against my vulva were already soaked with my love juice. I wanted to remove the stockings and camisole, but my fingers started rubbing against them first. My clitoris was intensely stimulated, and coupled with the lewd images of being voyeurized 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 for me; I wanted more and more people to voyeurize me, to voyeurize me… “Ah…oh…oh…oh…ah…um…oh…oh…oh…oh…ah…” A rapid trembling ran through me, and I hurriedly tried to take off the panties and stockings I hadn’t taken off earlier, but it was too late. My vaginal fluid had already soaked them, staining the stockings and panties with copious amounts of water. After these two orgasms caused by being voyeurized, 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 others’ voyeurism. Because of the constraints of traditional morality, although I knew that I was this kind of woman, that I liked to expose myself, and that I enjoyed others peeping into my private parts. But I still couldn't completely indulge my desires; I still felt it was wrong, not something a normal woman would do. One weekend, on the eve of my day off, I had nowhere to kill time after get off work and decided to go shopping at a department store alone. After showering at home, I put on a white dress, bright red underwear and a camisole, plus high-heeled sandals, and went out. For some reason, it seemed like there were an unusually large number of people that day. It felt like everyone had arrived at the department store; it was so crowded, it was really uncomfortable. But I thought, oh well, I'm just out shopping anyway, more people is more fun, but I really didn't like so many people. Perhaps subconsciously, I just wanted to find someone to spy on me, knowing that with so many people, it would be difficult to spot that person. After shopping for a while, I started to get bored, probably because what I was hoping for hadn't happened. Back on the first floor, I was about to leave when... I spotted the saleswoman at the cosmetics counter from afar. Her breasts were huge, stretching her white silk blouse tightly.

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