Milk Girl

My name is Yiwei, born in 1975 (Year of the Rabbit). I was born and raised in the countryside. I married my high school classmate when I was 24. After graduating from university, my husband taught at a middle school in the suburbs of a neighboring county. When we first got married, he did some farm work at home. Now, we only support our family on his meager salary. My husband's parents live with us and have secretly bought a house in the city. Our child is now in the fifth grade of elementary school. I have nothing to do at home, so I sometimes go to my husband's school. I often see that the motorcycle taxis in the suburbs are doing good business. It's not far to go into the city, but it costs 5 yuan. I've ridden one several times, and there are always many people riding it. I discussed it with my husband. Since I have nothing to do at home and I can ride a motorcycle, why don't I become a motorcycle taxi driver? My husband initially disagreed, saying it would be too hard. I said I wasn't afraid. Otherwise, how could he ever pay off the mortgage with his meager salary? After much pleading, he finally agreed. Actually, the motorcycle taxi business isn't easy. There are quite a few people who ride motorcycle taxis, but no one rides mine. People who come all go to the male motorcycle taxi drivers. I'm the only female motorcycle taxi driver here. No women come to do this business. Maybe they think that because I'm a female motorcycle taxi driver, my driving skills aren't as good as the men's. Actually, I've been riding motorcycles since I was a girl, and my driving skills are quite good. I didn't get a single passenger all day. The second day was the same. By 3 pm, no one had come to me. I had lost all confidence. Just when I was almost completely disappointed, a man in his early twenties came over and said, "Motorcycle taxi, want to go?" I thought he was calling someone else, but he said again, "I'm calling you, want to go?" I knew he was calling me, so I quickly said, "Yes, I want to go." I quickly brushed the dust off the car and let him get in. I told him to sit down and hold on tight, very enthusiastically. So I drove him on the road. At first, he held on tight, but soon he hugged me tightly. I thought it was a favor that he let me drive, and it was safer to hug him, so I didn't object. But he took advantage of me and actually put his hand inside my clothes and touched my breasts. I wasn't wearing anything underneath, which is a habit of mine because I'm allergic to my breasts when I wear a bra. This gave him a huge advantage, and I didn't want to say anything, so I let him touch me until we got off the car. When we got off, he even pinched my nipple hard and said, "I'll ride in your car again next time." Then he gave me 10 yuan. I was about to give him change when he said, "Keep the change, consider the 5 yuan as payment for touching my breasts." I blushed and actually said "thank you." The next day, also in the afternoon, someone finally called my car. I recognized him immediately; it was the same person from yesterday. My face flushed, but I let him in anyway. As soon as he got in, he hugged me and said, "Actually, you can drive people from the city to the suburbs. I have many friends who go to work in the towns in the morning. I can introduce them to you so they can ride in your car." As he spoke, he reached around my waist from behind and grabbed my breasts, groping them. Surprisingly, I didn't object at all and even thanked him for introducing me to customers. He said my breasts felt very nice, not too big or too small, very elastic, and very smooth, repeatedly saying how good they were. I felt so embarrassed; I just smiled. Actually, I knew my breasts were nice; my husband had mentioned it several times, even jokingly saying, "Naturally beautiful ones are always good." His caresses felt so good on my breasts. I focused on driving, but very slowly. When I got out, he said, "Go to XX town and pick someone up. I'll tell him to wait for your car. Tomorrow morning, I'll take your car to work at the East Bridge." I said okay. So we went to XX town. Before the car even stopped, I saw a man looking in my direction. As he approached, he asked, "Are you here to pick someone up?" I said yes. He said he needed a ride. Without another word, he got in. I had to slowly turn the car around and said, "It's a bit far to get to town from here, it'll cost 10 yuan." He said, "How about 20 yuan?" His hand was already inside my clothes, grabbing my breast and kneading it vigorously. That's when I realized his friend must have told him that I could touch my breasts, otherwise he wouldn't have touched them right away. Since another man had just touched them, and now it was a different pair of hands, I felt the touch was very different. This man didn't say anything, just kept kneading my breasts, as if his hands weren't tired at all. He didn't stop once I got in the car. I didn't care anymore, I just let him touch me. I couldn't refuse, since his friend had told him. I let him touch me from the start. I let him touch me the whole way until I got off. When I paid, he said, "It was really nice riding in your car, I'll come again tomorrow." In the morning, when I arrived at the bridgehead in the east of the city, the men from the town where my husband teaches were already waiting for me. They were groping my breasts while talking. We arrived in town, and one of them asked if I'd given anyone a ride yesterday, and if I'd had a good time. I said, "Yes, I did. You're so mean, telling everyone everything." Actually, I didn't mean to blame him. He just told me as he left that I'd get business. I didn't pay attention to what he said and parked my motorcycle on the side of the road to wait for others. There were already several male motorcycle taxi drivers there. Soon, someone called me: "Come on, to XX town." I perked up, thinking I was lucky today; I'd get business after stopping for a short while. With that in mind, I picked up a passenger and drove off. Not long after we started driving, I noticed someone groping my breasts again. [http://444734]I realized then that he had introduced me to this place. I didn't object. The customer said, "If I had known, I would have taken your car earlier. I didn't expect your car to be so nice, your breasts so nice, and your hand skills so good." Actually, I'm pretty too, but he didn't say that. He kept touching me the whole way, saying that this was the first time he had ever touched breasts in a car, and also the first time he had ever touched breasts in broad daylight in the wild. He didn't stop until we got off at our destination. After stopping the car, I realized I was new to this place and didn't know the area well, so I went to the street to buy a bottle of water and see if anyone wanted a ride. After buying the water and drinking some, I went to the exit and someone hailed a motorcycle taxi. As I approached, he said, "Finally, I see you." I asked him how he knew me. He said he saw my license plate number. I knew someone had introduced me, and I knew I was going to be groped again. Whatever, as long as I made money, that was fine. So I picked up another customer, and he groped me to his heart's content. Throughout the day, I had a constant stream of customers asking for rides, probably a dozen or so. Finally, I picked up my first customer. In the car, he asked, "How was business today? Not tired?" I replied that I wasn't tired and thanked him. The whole way, he kept groping my breasts with one hand while talking, and with the other hand, he kept touching my lower body. I was wearing jeans, so he could only touch the outside, not the inside, but he kept pressing on the outside, making me very itchy inside. He said, "You know..." "Why wear a skirt in this hot weather instead of jeans?" I said no, the wind would blow the skirt up while riding a bike. He said I should just hold it down while sitting. The next day, I actually did as he said, which feels like a ghost. I listened to him so much, even more than my husband. He was my first customer. This time he touched my breasts and my genitals, but my underwear was tight, and sitting made it even tighter. He just stuck two fingers inside my underwear, tugged at my pubic hair, and touched my vulva, while holding my skirt down with one hand to prevent the wind from blowing it up. I usually dress conservatively and rarely wear trendy clothes. When it was almost time... He took his hand out of his pants and then reached back in to touch my breasts, saying his surname was Wang. I said my surname was Yuan, and from then on I called him Brother Wang, and he called me Sister Yuan. Actually, I was older than him, but even though I had a child, my figure was still similar to when I was a young woman, and I didn't look old. That's how my motorcycle taxi business improved. People saw that I was skilled, provided good service, and was also quite attractive. Local and out-of-town customers would call me whenever they saw me. Because many local customers touched my breasts, some called me "Milk Sister." At first, I ignored it, but later I got used to it and started to respond. As more and more people called me that, locals mostly called me Milk Sister, and when they wanted a ride, they would say, "Milk Sister, I want a ride." It was good when picking up out-of-towners because whenever local customers wanted to leave, they would all vie for my ride. Some out-of-towners would even ask me to get off and get on another vehicle. Most out-of-towners would get off to let the locals sit down because they didn't know there were perks to riding in my car. However, there were a few out-of-towners who looked fierce and wouldn't let me. My business got better and better. A few days after Brother Wang touched my genitals that morning, he gave me a small package when he came home that afternoon. He said it was two pairs of underwear and told me to wear them the next day. My face turned red, and I said, "How can I let you buy me that? I have some." Brother Wang said, "It's different. You'll know when you wear them at home. Make sure you wear them tomorrow." Men would press themselves very close to me as soon as they got on the motorcycle, because that way, no one could tell when they touched me. They said it was for safety. Brother Wang was the same. We chatted and laughed, touching each other as we drove back to the city. That day, I didn't even ask Brother Wang for the fare. Ever since I started driving a motorcycle taxi and having my breasts touched, I take a thorough shower every day, washing my body repeatedly. Sometimes when I shower, I see that my breasts are indeed very dirty because so many hands have touched them almost every day. After showering, I take the underwear Brother Wang gave me to try on, and I blush before I even put it on. The two pairs were different. One was a thong, with only a small piece of fabric covering my pubic hair, and just a strap at the back. The other was an open-crotch pair; there was fabric on my buttocks, but the front was open at the bottom, revealing my pubic hair and vulva. It was tied up with rope on both sides. I tried it on and took it off, afraid my husband would see it when he got home. Actually, I usually only wear a nightgown at night, completely naked, unless I'm menstruating. Even with two elderly people in the house, my husband doesn't say anything. If I wear underwear, he makes me take it off, saying it's all about comfort and the elderly won't know. Actually, it's so my husband can easily touch me when no one's around. But he's definitely never seen this kind of underwear before, and he'll definitely say something if I wear it, unless he knows first. That night, after my husband had nursed and touched my breasts and started making love, I told him while he was penetrating me that I was riding a motorcycle, and with the engine running, it got very hot down there. I bought two small pairs of underwear to keep things cool. I wonder if you think it's a good idea? My husband was only focused on what he was doing, saying, "Whatever you like, it's up to you." Since I earn over 300 yuan a day, I have some extra money, and my husband is more generous. He's enjoying himself right now, and he doesn't even look at the underwear I mentioned. The next day, I put on the thong that Brother Wang bought me. Of course, Brother Wang waited for me at the bridgehead. Before I even got on the bike, he asked if I was wearing it. I nodded to indicate I was. Brother Wang said, "Okay, is it comfortable?" I nodded again, blushing. Brother Wang sat down, and before he could, he squeezed my breasts, then slipped his hand inside my skirt. Because the thong's string is elastic, it was easy for Brother Wang to touch me. Luckily, he didn't touch inside my vagina, but his penis was pressing against me from behind. Riding the bike, the skirt felt really cool in the wind. Because it was a thong, there was only one string on my buttocks, it felt like I wasn't wearing underwear at all, it felt empty. When I got off, I only charged Brother Wang the normal fare. To be honest, only Brother Wang has ever touched my genitals, except for my husband, of course. Other men have tried to touch them, but I wouldn't let them, so they only touched my breasts. It's not that I didn't want them to touch me; they were all my customers. I was afraid that some of them would be so hateful as to try to penetrate me, which could lead to diseases. Brother Wang, on the other hand, was fair-skinned and clean-cut, and he was my first customer. He even bought me underwear, as if we had some kind of bond, so I let him have his way. I let people touch my breasts every day, sometimes one after another. Occasionally, someone would even pinch my buttocks through my skirt. I felt like I was hooked, and I couldn't stop. Sometimes I even hoped someone would touch me. I found myself becoming more and more wanton. Every night, I wanted my husband to suck my breasts and penetrate me. When my husband was tired, I would let him use his hand. I wore the underwear that Brother Wang bought me almost every day, wearing one pair today and another tomorrow. Brother Wang touched my whole body every day. One day at noon, it started raining. Brother Wang needed to go to another town on business. I had prepared a double raincoat, like all the ones we had on our motorcycles, so we could carry passengers easily. When Brother Wang got on, we each wore a hood, but our lower bodies were together. As soon as Brother Wang got on, he said, "Today is fine, no one can see." He then pulled up my t-shirt, exposing my entire breast, practically making me drive naked. Actually, from the side, you could see my lower body, maybe even part of my breast. I said, "Don't do that," but he said, "You can't see it, and even if you did, it wouldn't matter, it's just a little bit." After playing with the top for a while, Brother Wang started playing with the bottom. He was wearing an open-crotch skirt today, and he slipped his hand inside, finding the pubic hair and the opening. He touched the flesh, then the pubic hair, gently tugging at individual hairs. Because he was wearing a raincoat, the wind couldn't blow the skirt up, so he used both hands, pulling the pubic hair and pinching the flesh, occasionally probing the entrance of the opening with a finger, which felt very good. I didn't dare drive fast, as the town he was going to was quite far. I said, "Are you in a hurry? I don't dare drive fast like this." He said, "No, I just need to get there before I get off work." I said, "What about me?" Brother Wang said, "Wait for me, I'll come back together after I finish my business." I was only driving at 20 miles per hour, and he kept getting me wet. When Brother Wang saw that I was wet, he would gently tug at my pubic hair, then pull harder and probe deeper. He would pull harder and probe again, making my heart and lower body itch so much. I really wanted him to keep pulling harder because what followed was pleasure down there. On the road, the rain stopped, and there were pedestrians. My raincoat was wet, and I couldn't take it off immediately. I had to let the wind dry it before I could take it off. I don't know when I noticed Brother Wang pulling on my underwear. He had already untied the straps on both sides, and he quickly took my underwear off. I didn't have a bag because I hadn't worn one since I started wearing skirts. The money I collected was in the trunk of the car. He showed me my underwear and said with a smile, "I'll keep it for you." When he pulled down my pants from behind, my skirt was pulled up along with it, leaving me sitting naked on the bike. Wang started playing with my lower body again, making it easier for him this time. Because my legs were spread open while riding, my opening was slightly exposed, making it easy for him. However, since I was sitting down, he could only penetrate a little, but some of my fluid leaked out, seemingly a lot. Wang got more and more excited, even calling me lewd. I said anyone would do that, but Wang became increasingly audacious. When we passed pedestrians, he intentionally lifted my skirt, letting them see my naked lower body, only wearing stockings. Luckily, no one here recognized me, and the bike passed quickly. But I saw in the rearview mirror that passersby were pointing at me, clearly seeing I wasn't wearing pants. At first, I was a little shy, but after Wang did it a few times, I found it very exciting. Plus, when no one was around, Wang was touching me from both the front and back, and when he lifted my skirt, the wind felt cool and comfortable. It took us more than three hours to drive 60 kilometers, and it was already 5 pm when we arrived. Brother Wang told me to wait for him, and he took my underwear again. I was left naked in this unfamiliar town, wearing only a skirt.I was walking around, waiting for Brother Wang. It was almost 6:30 PM and he still hadn't come out. I was getting anxious. I needed to tell my husband, so I called him and said I might be home late because I had picked up a passenger from afar. My husband told me to be careful and come home early. Brother Wang finally came out around 7 PM and said, "Have you waited long enough? Thanks for your trouble." I said, "Yes, if he hadn't come out, I would have left. I don't have your phone number. Give me my pants." Brother Wang said, "Wear them or not." It was like an order. I had no choice but to leave them on. We went to a small shop and bought some dry food. He kept pinching my butt on the way, just like my husband does. He even whispered in my ear, "It's almost like touching a naked butt." I kicked him, and a lot of people turned to look at us. Afterwards, I accompanied him for a walk on the street. When he ran into acquaintances, we waited for them to talk. By the time we left, it was almost 8 o'clock. He kept acting crazy the whole way. I had a raincoat when we arrived, but I didn't have one now. He wouldn't let me sit down in my skirt, and the wind kept blowing it up, exposing my lower body. He even said it was cool. I was both amused and exasperated. People kept turning around to look at us, but thankfully there weren't many pedestrians. But whenever a car passed by, he would lift up my t-shirt, exposing my breasts to oncoming traffic. I was driving with both hands, so I couldn't pull my clothes down. The car sped by, and I don't know if anyone saw my breasts. He didn't do anything to the cars behind me because he was blocking my view, so he didn't lift my skirt. But when a motorcycle overtook me, he would lift my skirt to let them know I was driving naked. Two motorcyclists even slowed down to look. I cursed at him, and he sped away, but they still saw me. Halfway there, Brother Wang said, "Let's stop and rest for a bit." I actually agreed. I parked the car on the side of the road with the lights on. I parked on a straight road because I was afraid of having an accident on a curve. I didn't know that this was exactly what Brother Wang wanted to hear. After parking, Brother Wang said he wanted to eat my breasts. I said that many people had touched them today, and they were dirty and hadn't been washed. He didn't care about any of that and just started sucking on my breast, even though we were on the street. When someone walked by, I would turn my back and hug him, as if we were lovers. But he didn't care. He wanted me to suckle on one breast while facing passersby, leaving the other one exposed for everyone to see. I couldn't pull him away. Luckily, it was dark, so he couldn't see clearly, but if a car came, it would be terrible. Because it was a straight road, the headlights shone on us from afar, so it would be impossible for the people on the car not to see us. After he had enough of my breast, he wanted to lick my vagina. He made me kneel on the motorcycle, holding onto the frame with both hands, and then he would lick my buttocks from behind. I said I would pull down my skirt if a car came. He said okay. So I did as he said. At first, he would pull down my skirt when a car came, but there were too many cars, so he stopped doing so. The car coming from behind saw me clearly. At first, I scolded him, but then I gave up. I couldn't do anything about it anyway, so I just let him do what he wanted and let others see. Eventually, he stripped me completely naked—well, not entirely naked, I was still wearing stockings—and made me lie on the motorcycle. I closed my eyes and let him do as he pleased. I knew many cars slowed down when they passed by. He let me pass, and people weren't blocking my view. He didn't let me drive away until he was satisfied. I didn't care anymore. I put on my helmet, still naked, and started the engine. Brother Wang put my clothes between his legs and sat behind me. I drove the motorcycle quickly, completely naked, until we were almost in the city. Only then, at Brother Wang's suggestion, did I put on my clothes and skirt. Brother Wang gave me two hundred yuan, but I only took one hundred. I asked Brother Wang why he treated me like this, and he said he wanted to train a super slut to be his mistress. From then on, I became Brother Wang's mistress. Later, I learned that Brother Wang was the deputy mayor. Other mayors and secretaries have official cars, but the deputy mayor didn't. After I became his mistress, I became his personal driver for any business he needed to run, albeit on a motorcycle. I never charged him for the ride, and he still enjoyed special services. He also let his friends enjoy my breasts, and I said that I would never let anyone else touch my vagina except my husband. To this day, my husband still doesn't know that the breasts he touches every night are shared by the male customers who ride with me on my motorcycle, nor does he know that the vagina he penetrates every night is shared by another person. He only knows that I contribute a lot to the family, and the mortgage is almost paid off. When he asks me why I have so much business every day, I only say it's because of my good skills and good service. He has no idea what kind of service I provide. After I became Brother Wang's mistress, he continued his plan to mold me into a super slut. Besides running my motorcycle taxi business, I drove Brother Wang around every day, receiving gifts from him from time to time. My regular customers also increased, and my income steadily rose, though mostly with adult men. Because I became famous for my "breasts," sometimes older men would come and touch me. Plus, the gifts Brother Wang bought were all super sexy dresses and lingerie, so my attire became increasingly sexy and revealing, some even semi-transparent. However, there were two very transparent dresses I dared not wear. The dresses Brother Wang bought all had side slits for convenience; he could pull down the zipper and reach inside to touch my breasts, otherwise, everyone outside would see. Honestly, in the half-year I've been driving the motorcycle taxi, I feel my breasts have gotten a little bigger; I wonder if it's because of the stimulation from men touching them every day. Since I met Brother Wang, he's been the happiest person I've ever been. He gets to touch my breasts and my little hole almost every day, though we rarely actually have sex. He's just willing to let me expose myself. Once, he was going back to his hometown and asked me to drive him. His home was far away, and there were mountain roads. I don't know how many times he exposed my breasts along the way. Whenever he saw someone, he would say "Oh" and lift up my clothes to let them see. He would even intentionally lift them up and grab them with his hands to show others. I didn't care and just drove my car because I was used to him. I thought as long as he didn't lift my skirt, it was fine. But even if he did lift my skirt, there was nothing I could do about it. I wasn't wearing open-crotch pants today, just a thong, which was hard to take off. If I couldn't be naked down there, he wouldn't have the energy. Otherwise, I definitely would have taken them off. Since there weren't many people around, my breasts bounced with the car's jolts on the mountain road. Brother Wang was inside, rubbing them and laughing, saying how great the bounce felt. He said there was a small river around the bend and he wanted to swim. I said, "Whatever, there are already people swimming in the river, but they're all men." I said, "Go ahead, I'll wait for you here." Brother Wang wouldn't allow it; he insisted I swim with him. I said I didn't have a swimsuit. He said to swim like that. I said, "No, I don't have a bra!" Then he remembered that if I took my clothes off, I'd be shirtless like a man. He said "Oh," but still pulled me to the riverbank to watch him swim. Actually, I was very hot as soon as the car stopped, sweating profusely. Brother Wang saw this and insisted I swim, so much so that he took off my clothes, leaving me only in my thong, and we went into the water together. The river wasn't wide to begin with, and there were actually a bunch of swimmers swimming around. When they saw a woman with her upper body bare enter the water, they all swam towards me. The mountain river water was very clear; even underwater, you could see my breasts. From behind, it looked like I wasn't wearing anything at all. After riding my bike, the rope on my backside had long since been pulled into my cleft, and all you could see was a thin white strap around my waist. I really couldn't hide; there were people all around me. My best stroke was the breaststroke, and the men all stood and watched me swim. I swam on the surface, my breasts dangling, my buttocks up, my legs stretching and contracting, opening and closing. Brother Wang said watching me was like watching me swim naked; when my legs were spread, you could see my labia, which was very stimulating. Because the water only reached my waist, if I stood up, all my breasts would be exposed. I had to keep swimming until I got tired before standing up. It was bad enough that people were watching, but what was worse was that Brother Wang insisted on washing me in the water, scrubbing me without asking whether I agreed or not. He scrubbed my entire body, even pulling out a lot of my pubic hair. It was already difficult to cover up completely, and with him doing this, even more was exposed. At first, I tried to cover myself with my hands, and I would bury my head when people looked. Later, I just let him do it, raising my head as if no men were watching. Some men even asked Brother Wang if he wanted them to scrub me. Brother Wang said, "This is my wife, do you dare? It's already a favor that you're allowed to see." The men in the mountains were honest; they just gathered around to watch. But I think this was the most outrageous scene they had ever witnessed. Seeing so many men looking at my naked body, coupled with Brother Wang's constant scrubbing, made me forget everything, only knowing how to enjoy it. Without realizing it, I even put my hand inside Brother Wang's underwear, wishing someone would penetrate my little hole right now. Because we were all underwater, only my breasts were clearly visible above the surface; the underwater areas were difficult to see due to the ripples. Brother Wang spent about 20 minutes inserting his hand into my vagina. I think I must have been wet, because I felt so numb that I could barely stand and almost fell into the water. Seeing this, Brother Wang took me ashore. Although I was wearing a thong, with my back to them, I looked like a completely naked woman. Every man was staring at me; some said this woman was really bold, others said it would be great if she were their wife. Once ashore, as I turned to get my shirt, all the men stared wide-eyed at my breasts. Because they were sticking out when I bent over to put on my shoes, Brother Wang lightly slapped my buttocks and said, "Hurry up." Wang Ge, wearing only his underwear and holding up my dress, walked ahead of our motorcycle. I, in my high heels and only wearing a thong, followed behind, naked. Because the road was uneven, the people in the river watched me until I disappeared before turning around. Catching up with Wang Ge, I said, "This is another one of your plans, isn't it?" Wang Ge just laughed and said, "Don't you like it too? Look at you, so engrossed. You're getting bolder and bolder." I said, "You took it off too, didn't you?" He said, "I'm training you, not me. Is this how you ride a motorcycle now?" I said, "I want you to fuck me." He said, "When I get back tonight." I knew he was...He was afraid of being seen naked, but he liked being looked at. I said, "We're almost at your hometown, and you're still making me ride naked? Aren't you afraid people will talk about you?" Only then did he let me put my clothes on, and I rode diligently all the way back to his home. He only told his family that I was a "motorcycle taxi driver" and also his friend. The old man kept looking at me, saying that I was a pretty girl. Actually, I was older than his son and not really a girl anymore. I waited for him at his house, chatting with his mother, while he went to do his own thing. We didn't start heading back until after breakfast and dinner at Wang Ge's house. As soon as we got on the road, Wang Ge started touching me again, constantly pulling at my pubic hair and spreading my labia with his hands, letting my thong get into the crevice. It made me very uncomfortable. Because of the wind, my skirt had already blown up to my waist. Luckily, I was sitting down, so no one could see my pubic hair or labia. They just thought I wasn't wearing pants. I drove at 35 km/h, and Wang Ge told me to slow down, saying he wanted to really do it to me outside because it was dark. Actually, Wang Ge rarely actually used his penis to penetrate me. It was rare. He mostly used his hands. He never let anyone else see his penis. His penis wasn't big, and he couldn't last long. He didn't have much passion for me. I don't know if I have a lewd streak in my bones or what, but when I'm exposed and someone is watching, my lewdness comes out. When the car slowed down and people passed by and looked at me, I started to feel that way. Plus, Brother Wang intentionally lifted my clothes and shook my breasts, which made me want to have sex. As it gradually got dark, just like last time, Brother Wang made me stop the car on the side of the road and stripped me naked right there on the highway. When no cars were around, he kept touching me, and when cars came, he kept inserting his hand into my vagina, making me stick my butt out high on the motorcycle, as if afraid no one would see. I listened to him; I also felt a little excited that people were watching me. After about ten minutes, I was very wet down there, and I said, "Brother Wang, aren't you going to really do it? Come on." When no cars were coming, Brother Wang took off his pants and used his little guy to penetrate me from behind. When cars came, he pulled out and kicked me behind him, making me face the oncoming cars, as if he was afraid people would see his genitals, which made me very uncomfortable. Later, he made me lie diagonally on the motorcycle, with one leg hanging down and the other leg raised to penetrate me, but his was too short, so it only went in a little. When cars came, he only used his hand to masturbate. After the cars passed, he did it again. This went on for three cars before he finally ejaculated inside me. But don't underestimate his size, he ejaculated quite a lot because his testicles are not small. Maybe that's why Brother Wang is so afraid of people seeing his genitals. Fortunately, I had an IUD inserted after having my child, so I'm not afraid of getting pregnant. Afterwards, Brother Wang said he felt great, and I said I did too. Actually, I didn't feel good at all. Now I want to go home early. I'm afraid my husband will wait too long for me. Brother Wang is really not as good as my husband. My husband can last a long time, but he's not as romantic or as crazy as Brother Wang. Tonight, I'll go home and let my husband satisfy me. Brother Wang wanted me to ride my bike back like that night, so I rode naked again. This time, I didn't dare ride too slowly; sometimes cars would follow me slowly from behind, making it look like I was riding during the day. It wasn't until we were almost in our county that Brother Wang let me put on my clothes and ride into town. When I got home, my husband had already showered and was watching TV, waiting for me. My father-in-law and the others were already asleep. As soon as I got home, I collapsed onto the sofa. My husband saw how tired I was and prepared a bath for me. I asked him to wash me, saying I was too tired, so I didn't move an inch and let him wash me completely. My husband is so pitiful. He has no idea that he was exhausted by another man not long ago, and he doesn't know how many men have seen his wife naked. After showering, my husband brought me one of my completely transparent nightgowns. I said I bought it myself, but it was actually one of two transparent dresses that Brother Wang bought for me—one white silk and one black silk. He put the white one on me, so it looked like I wasn't wearing any clothes. Only the folds and the hem were white; the rest was all flesh. We watched TV for a while, and my husband's penis was already hard, before we went back to our dorm room to start what I hadn't gotten satisfied with. My husband is very honest. He was a good student in high school, and we were deskmates. Since I never wore a bra, male teachers would often talk to me in the summer and even explain problems to me. Even though my neckline was high, the teachers could still see my breasts when I was writing. My husband would tell the teachers that he would explain the problems to me, and that's how they left. My grades were never very good. My husband married me because he was attracted to my figure and my face. However, because I didn't wear a bra, I always dressed very conservatively. Under Wang Ge's tutelage, I became bolder, and my husband liked it. He said I was becoming more and more feminine. Now, I wear almost exclusively sexy clothes in the summer. The hallway at home is filled with thongs, open-crotch pants, fishnet stockings, fishnet pantyhose, or open-crotch tights, high-waisted tops, low-cut tops, low-strapped mini skirts, and very short skirts. We never hang a bra in our house. I usually clip my underwear to a rack to dry, along with my husband's, my in-laws', and other clothes. My mother-in-law often frowns when she sees what I'm drying, but my father-in-law is different. I've seen him look at my underwear a few times, and sometimes he even sticks his finger into the crotch opening, though he doesn't know someone is watching. Because our family wasn't well-off before, the apartment we bought was only 120 square meters with only one bathroom. You use the toilet and shower inside, and wash your hands and face outside. I often get up once at night to pee, and sometimes I run into my father-in-law using the toilet. I almost always go to the bathroom in my pajamas, except occasionally when my husband and I are in a rush and I go naked. But now I wear that see-through nightgown a lot, and when I see my father-in-law, it's like I'm not wearing anything at all. The first couple of times I saw him, I ran away quickly, and he just told me to slow down and not to fall. After a few times, I stopped running and just let him see me. I even told him not to get cold. A few times, when we both needed to use the toilet, we would offer him to go first. My father-in-law would say, "You go first," and I would say, "Dad, you go first."

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