Kind wife

Chapter 1 The Wife on the Bus

My name is Wang Xiaolan, I am twenty-eight years old, and I have been married to my husband for five years. I am 1.65 meters tall, slender, with long legs, and my breasts often
attract the attention of men on the street. My husband and I have always had a happy life together. We are both very sexually active, and we usually
have sex more than four times a week.

I love my husband very much, but disaster suddenly struck. That day, he was driving and unfortunately had a car accident. After being rescued, he was basically
fine, but when he got home, we discovered the worst thing: he couldn't get an erection. The doctor said it was a neurological disorder,
and there was hope for recovery with proper stimulation and treatment.

So we tried all sorts of methods. I even gave him oral sex and danced a striptease for him, but nothing worked. Gradually, we became discouraged, and he
became increasingly irritable.

One morning, he mysteriously took out a dress, saying it was for me and asked me to try it on. I got out of bed. Since I always sleep naked,
I didn't want to bother with anything so early in the morning, so I just put the dress on. It looked alright, but nothing special—just an ordinary
silk mini-skirt. The only flaw was that the hem was a bit short, about 25 centimeters above my knee.

I knew I had to be careful wearing a dress like this, otherwise it would easily tear, but I still happily said, "Thank you, honey!" I kissed him
and then tried to take the dress off.

"No, darling, I don't know why, but I suddenly have a strong urge. Please, don't take it off. Just wear this dress today, okay?"

"Okay, but I have to put on my bra first, baby."

"No, baby, I want you to wear this dress without a bra."

"How can I do that? People will definitely notice. This dress is so see-through and so short, people will see my private parts!"

But he kept pleading, so I had to agree and wear the dress to work, even forbidding me from wearing stockings, but I still felt it was absurd.

I took the bus to work. It was crowded, so I had to stand. I knew many men around me could easily tell from the smooth curves of my clothes that I wasn't
wearing a bra. My erect nipples made my breasts stand out, and the smooth curves of my buttocks revealed that I wasn't wearing underwear. I could almost feel a few
pubic hairs peeking out through my silk skirt. Because I wasn't tall enough, I had to hold onto the handrail to keep my balance, which unfortunately
pulled my skirt up even higher, exposing almost my entire pale thigh to the man sitting below me.

I gradually noticed that with each sudden stop, he would stare intently at my genitals. I suddenly realized that he might be able to see my
vulva , and my face flushed red. At the same time, I felt some men around me intentionally or unintentionally rubbing against me with various parts of their bodies, and some even pretended to casually
brush their elbows against my erect nipples. I was overwhelmed with shame, but there was nothing I could do. Especially the man below me; I knew he was
staring my genitals, but I dared not look at him.

The thought of my bare, long legs, even the most intimate part of my groin, completely exposed to

a strange man, made me feel like I was standing naked in a public transport car, exposed to a group of strange men. In my extreme
tension, I felt an unexpected thrill.

Suddenly, I felt my genitals become wet; I was wet, and I felt a liquid slowly flowing out. Oh no! I desperately tightened my legs to prevent
any leakage of sexual fluid from being seen—how shameful that would be!

Suddenly, something even worse happened: I clearly felt my buttocks no longer pressed against my smooth dress, but against someone else's clothes.
Good heavens! Someone had lifted the hem of my skirt from behind, up to my buttocks! Then a warm, large hand pressed tightly against my buttocks.

"What do I do? What do I do? What do I do?…" I was terrified, my heart pounding, completely at a loss. But that annoying hand was
stroking my smooth buttocks. My mind went blank for a moment before I could think straight: he was behind me, the bus was crowded, and he was pressed so close to me. No one else should see what
was happening . If I screamed, more people would notice I wasn't wearing a bra. If I went somewhere else, maybe
more people would take advantage of me. Maybe if I just endured it, I'd get off soon.

Endure it! I didn't dare look back at that person. I endured that unbridled hand roaming over my body while suppressing the strong
urge to leak vaginal fluid.

I felt that hand move to the base of my smooth thigh, and then a finger probed between my thighs, groping my genitals
. My whole body trembled, and my legs went weak. "No, this is too much!" I quickly pulled my buttocks back and thrust my lower body forward.

Completely unexpectedly, perhaps my weakness emboldened that guy, his hand actually slipped from my thigh and moved directly to my lower abdomen. I was terrified, my face
drained of color . I think the man sitting below me could clearly see the hand that was touching my abdomen, because I saw him
staring at my crotch with his mouth agape in surprise, his face flushed. I immediately pulled my abdomen back, letting the hem of my skirt cover that wicked hand. But before I knew it, his other hand had slipped
between my thighs, pressing against my vaginal opening.

"Don't make a sound, or you'll be even more embarrassed," a voice whispered behind me.

I was terrified, not knowing what would happen next, feeling as if I were being raped in public. I stood there, stunned, my mind blank.
Then , that hand began to move rhythmically, gently probing into my vagina, moving up and down.

"Miss, you're so wet!" the voice said.

I was utterly ashamed. The initial disgust had been replaced by an uncontrollable pleasure. My cheeks were flushed with sexual excitement,
my lower body was overflowing with lustful fluids, flowing down my thighs, and my buttocks involuntarily arched back to allow his fingers to penetrate deeper, while
I swayed uncontrollably from side to side. I could barely control myself from moaning.

But suddenly, his hand left, and I felt an unprecedented emptiness. Then, a cold little thing slipped into my vagina. I didn't know
what it was, it was thick, like a real penis (God!

How long has it been since I've felt a real, erect penis!), but it also seemed quite short, very smooth, and it slid all the way into my vagina in one go.

"Miss, don't worry, it's just a KFC pen. Be careful not to drop it. Consider it a gift for you. I'm getting off now, goodbye."

I understood, it was one of those gift pens, chubby and round, lighter at one end and heavier at the other (it contained a metal block), like a roly-poly toy. And now it was in my vagina.
Inside, it was bulging. Because it was already overflowing with vaginal fluid, it was slippery and felt like it was going to fall out. But if it actually fell out, how embarrassing would that be! So, I
could only suck it in tightly, but if I relaxed even slightly, I felt it slipping down again. I kept sucking and sucking, and as a result, it
moved , like a thick penis constantly raping me, raping me in front of everyone on the bus.

Fortunately, we finally arrived at the station, and I quickly got off the bus, wanting to get to the company as soon as possible to remove it. But the problem was: I found walking very difficult. With every step
, it vibrated inside, so I had to quicken my pace and walk slowly, in a perfect straight line, but this only gave me a stronger stimulation.
By the time I arrived at the company, the insides of my legs were soaked with vaginal fluid.

Chapter Two: The Wife Going to Work

The first thing I did at the company was to rush to the restroom and remove that little gift from my vagina; it was already covered in my vaginal fluid.
Touching my wet genitals, I realized it had been a very long time since I felt this kind of excitement.

Actually, I've always been a rather traditional woman. From a young age, I was the kind of obedient
girl who did whatever others told me to do. My first boyfriend was my current husband, and all my knowledge about sex came from him. In our sex life, I always
played a passive role. Sometimes I had secret desires, but I was too ashamed to talk about them.

Fortunately, my husband's sexual ability was quite good, and our sex life was generally harmonious before. But in the past year, we haven't had a single real
sexual intercourse. I also constantly have to tease him and help him with his treatment, while he often touches and stimulates me. I vaguely feel that the secret,
long-suppressed desires within me are becoming uncontrollable.

Reflecting on my experience on the bus today, to be honest, besides humiliation and shame, I also felt a strange excitement and pride. Actually, in cooperating with my husband's
treatment I've learned how to seduce men, but before it was only my husband, and now it's strangers. A 28-year-old woman
is like a rose in full bloom, perhaps she could find new opportunities to satisfy herself?

No, how could that be! I know I deeply love my husband, I would do anything for him. As long as he gets better, everything will be alright,
right? Didn't the doctor say there's still a cure? As long as he can be cured, what suffering can't I endure?

I washed myself clean and, as usual, thought about putting on underwear, only to realize it wasn't necessary today. I carefully checked my appearance in the mirror, and now I truly
understood why so many men were infatuated with me (maybe I'm a sharp knife?). What would my colleagues think of me if I appeared like this?
Sigh, I still have to go to work! I forced myself to walk into the office.

There are five of us in the office, including me: Xiaoqian (my best friend), Xiao Zhang, Xiao Li, and our manager, Lao Zhao. We've all worked together for several years, so
we know each other well and are quite casual with each other. Besides Lao Zhao, I'm one of the older ones, and they usually treat me like an older sister. Because I was late,
they had all arrived long ago. As soon as I walked in, everyone's eyes were on me. I quickly went to my seat and sat down before daring to raise my head and say,
"Good morning, everyone!"

Xiao Zhang leaned over and whispered in my ear, "Xiaolan looks so beautiful today!"

"Go do your own work and don't talk nonsense!" Xiao Zhang was a college graduate who had just been assigned here this year, a greenhorn, and usually acted like my little brother.

Xiao Qian also ran over from behind and whispered to me, "Are you kidding me?! Dressed so sexily!"

"What's wrong with being a little sexy? I'm not afraid someone will eat me!"

"You're amazing, how come I never noticed before?"

"Just kidding, I really had no choice, I'll tell you properly after work."

I didn't move an inch all morning, and even held back from going to the bathroom. But because my short skirt naturally rode up after I sat down, my long, white, bare legs
were exposed to everyone's gaze in the office, and my genitals were directly rubbing against the rough chair, which inevitably made my mind wander. I also noticed several
men always finding excuses to sit diagonally across from me, their eyes never leaving my thighs. I had to cross my legs so they wouldn't see my genitals, but
that exposed my buttocks to them, which was really annoying. I really hoped I wouldn't leave them with the impression that I was lewd.

After lunch, they wanted to play cards, but I couldn't be bothered with them and just read a book. Suddenly, the phone rang; it was for Xiaoqian. While Xiaoqian was on
the phone, the caller kept urging, "Hurry up, hurry up, what are you doing!" Xiaoqian had to whisper to me, "Help me cover for you, this call is important, please
!"

"Sigh, I'll help you this once!" I had no choice but to take Xiaoqian's place at the card table. After a while, Xiaoqian finished her call, grabbed her bag, and left, saying it was urgent. I, the one who had to take the blame,
had to continue.

Actually, the main reason I don't like playing cards is because I'm terrible at it, and this time was no exception. Before long, we were completely defeated. We finally finished playing
, and it was almost time for work.

"Get to work, get to work!" I stood up.

"What's the rush? The loser hasn't been punished yet!" Old Zhao shouted.

"Oh no!" I was startled. According to the old rules, the losing man had to do push-ups, and the losing woman had to do sit-ups. Usually, I would help Xiaoqian stretch her legs when she lost
. But what to do today? I was wearing so little, and Xiaoqian wasn't here.

"Hehe, Xiaoqian isn't here, so no one will help me stretch my legs. So I can skip it today!"

"No, no, a bet is a bet, you can't go back on your word! We'll help you stretch your legs since Xiaoqian isn't here!" The three of them immediately shouted.

"Stop it, it's really not possible today, we'll make it up to you tomorrow!"

"No, no, why is it not possible today?"

"I'm not feeling well today." I blushed and whispered.

"Xiaolan, tell us what's wrong with you? If it's true, we won't make things too difficult for you!"

But I couldn't tell them that I was afraid of being exposed because I wasn't wearing a bra. I could only say, "I'm not feeling well today."

"I'm not feeling well every day! How about this, just do half today, twenty, okay?"

Before I could even speak, Lao Zhao and Xiao Li ran behind me, each grabbing one of my arms, while Xiao Zhang bent down and lifted my legs. The three of them
lifted me up.

"Put me down! What are you doing!" I didn't expect them to do this.

"We just want you to do what you're supposed to do," Lao Zhao said.

The three men placed me on the sofa. Xiao Zhang and Xiao Li each held down one of my feet, while Lao Zhao stood beside me, ready to count. It seemed there was no escaping it;
a bet's a bet, might as well finish it quickly. After only two rounds,

I sensed something was wrong. Xiao Zhang and Xiao Li's faces were flushed, their breathing tense, their eyes fixed on my lower body, while Lao Zhao
squatted beside me. When I sat up, I saw that because of their earlier roughhousing, my short skirt was wrinkled, the hem now only covering my upper thighs,
completely exposing my fair, full thighs to them. Xiao Zhang had one hand holding my ankle, while the other was on my calf, and Lao Zhao was even
touching .

I suddenly wondered: when I lay down, would they see my genitals? During casual banter, there might be occasional physical intimacy, but
nothing too serious. Suddenly, my
mind went blank.

I felt a jumble of thoughts, unsure of what to do. I mechanically completed twenty sit-ups. I didn't even know what
they had done to me during that time. When I came to my senses, I realized my skirt had been lifted up to my waist, revealing my flat, white abdomen and my full mons pubis with
sparse black pubic hair. Six men's hands, each with a different sensibility, were roaming over my lower body.

"Stop it! You've gone too far!" I pushed them away, staggered to my feet, straightened my clothes, and returned to my seat. Seeing that I
was unhappy, they all obediently went back to their work.

I was quite angry, feeling they were disrespecting me, so I didn't give them a friendly look all afternoon.

They, on the other hand, were all very accommodating, trying their best to cheer me up. Thinking about it carefully, I couldn't entirely blame them; perhaps my attire
gave them the wrong impression, which led to their reaction. With this thought, my anger subsided, and I stopped arguing with them. The office returned to its usual harmonious
atmosphere. [The End]

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