Naked wife

This all happened three years ago, one summer. My wife was twenty-nine years old then. She was 1.67 meters tall, weighed 110 pounds, had fair skin, long, flowing hair, and a pretty good figure, especially her large breasts, a full 36D size, which seemed to be getting bigger with my touching.

We ate early that afternoon, finishing around five o'clock. After dinner, with nothing else to do, my wife and I went for a walk in a park not far from our home. To be honest, it was more of a walk than a chance for us to be intimate. There was a long promenade along the river in the park. Because it was about twenty meters from the main road, it was rarely visited by pedestrians, making it a popular spot for couples to have sex in the open, a place my wife and I often frequented.

Today, my wife wore a white blouse, through which you could vaguely see her bra; her 36D breasts were almost bursting the buttons. She wore a blue skirt that didn't go past her knees, without stockings, her beautiful legs exposed.

My wife and I went to the corridor. Perhaps because it was a cloudy day, there was no one else there. We found a long bench at the back and sat down. I leaned against the pillar behind me, let my wife sit on my lap, and hugged her from behind. This position allowed me to touch her large breasts from behind. My wife is a rather conservative person and said, "Honey, be careful, don't let anyone see us." "There's no one here right now, don't worry, I'll keep an eye on things, no one will notice." (Actually, at that time I had just read articles about exposing and humiliating wives, and I really hoped that someone would peep on me to satisfy my desire to expose my wife.) I hugged my wife from behind, turned her head halfway, kissed her lips, and slipped one hand under her shirt, kneading her large breasts through her bra. My wife is a very sensitive person. After kissing for a while, her eyes began to glaze over as she closed them, enjoying my caresses. My other hand wasn't idle either; it moved up her thigh, pressing against her vulva through her underwear. As I did this, her vulva became wet, and she let out soft moans of pleasure. Her hand naturally slipped inside my shorts, grasping my erect penis and stroking it up and down.

"Honey, let me take off your bra. It's uncomfortable through it," I said, wanting to directly fondle her large breasts. "Mmm..." my wife murmured with her eyes closed. So I reached behind her back and unhooked her bra. She was wearing a large strapless bra without shoulder straps. Once the hooks were undone, the entire bra was pulled out and casually placed in her handbag. Now, my wife's breasts were bare, and her nipples were easily visible through her blouse. I unbuttoned a few buttons on my wife's shirt and reached inside, wantonly kneading her large breasts. My penis swelled under her ministrations.

As I was groping her, I caught a glimpse of a blurry face out of the corner of my eye. At first, I thought I was seeing things, so I didn't turn around but subtly looked down the steps about a meter away.

Holy crap! There really was someone peeping through the bushes! My heart leaped into my throat, a mix of tension and intense excitement filling my brain! This caused my penis to throb involuntarily, and I increased the pressure on her breasts. My wife seemed to sense my change, slightly opening her eyes and asking, "What's wrong, honey? You seem nervous?" I hesitated, wondering if I should tell her someone was spying on us and then take her away, but the desire to expose my wife overcame my reason. I told my wife, "It's nothing, I'm just excited touching your big breasts." My wife gave a coquettish hum and continued to enjoy it with her eyes closed.

I calmed myself down and carefully observed the terrain. The man was standing about a meter away from us, below the steps. He was a middle-aged man, around forty years old, with a rather lewd appearance. The steps were about 1.5 meters high, and there were many shrubs growing below them, quite dense. The man was to my left and slightly in front of me, only his shoulders and above were visible, hidden under the branches of the bushes. If the light wasn't good, I wouldn't have been able to spot him.

It wasn't even six o'clock yet, and it was still quite bright in the summer. From his perspective, we were crystal clear. And I just realized that because we were sitting diagonally above him, and my hand was touching my wife's vulva, her skirt was lifted up a bit. This middle-aged man had already seen everything under my wife's skirt. Thinking about this, I became even more excited. I thought, "God has given me this opportunity, so let me completely unleash my exhibitionist desires."

I jokingly said to my wife, "Honey, are you tired of sitting? Lie down for a bit, let me really ravage you." My wife thought I was joking and went along with it, saying, "Okay, come on, ravage me to your heart's content." Little did she know that her flirtatious words were being clearly heard by the person peeping nearby, who might mistake her for a slut.

So I had my wife lie flat on her side on the bench. I was afraid she would discover the man, which would be disastrous. I placed her head on my lap, my stomach blocking her view, so she wouldn't notice someone peeping. The current position was me leaning against the pillar, straddling the bench with my legs apart, while my wife lay flat on her side, facing the man, her body about 30 centimeters higher than his head—enough for him to reach out and touch her.

I started kneading my wife's large breasts through her shirt. Since I'd already unbuttoned a few buttons, her breasts would occasionally pop out as I kneaded them, the white, white mounds exposed to the man's eyes. I glanced at him; his eyes were fixed on my wife's breasts, and his hand seemed to be making movements underneath.

I figured I might as well go all the way and let him see. I unbuttoned the last few buttons on my wife's shirt and pulled it back from both sides. At this moment, my wife's 36D breasts were completely exposed to the air, and to the middle-aged man less than a meter away.

I excitedly kneaded them up and down, stealing glances at the man. His eyes were wide open, his mouth agape, staring blankly. He probably never expected that fate would be so kind to him, giving him this opportunity to see a woman with a hot body and 36D breasts up close.

By this time, my mind was filled with excitement and stimulation. I lifted my wife's skirt up to her waist, exposing her beautiful legs and her private parts, covered by her underwear, to the man. At such close range, the man could clearly see even the pubic hair peeking out from the edge of her underwear.

My wife seemed a little uncomfortable at this point, saying, "Honey, don't do this. It'll be terrible if someone comes and sees us." She didn't realize that her large breasts, beautiful legs, and underwear were now exposed to a strange middle-aged man's face, less than a meter away, with his nipples clearly visible. I comforted her,

saying, "Honey, don't worry, no one's coming at this hour. I feel great today. It's so wonderful to make love with a beautiful woman like you with such a great figure." Hearing this, my wife was happy and calmed down, closing her eyes and continuing to enjoy herself.

I thought to myself, since we're already exposed, might as well expose ourselves completely. I said, "Honey, let's change positions." I slowly helped my wife up, kissing her as we took a few steps forward to be directly above the peeping tom. I sat down first, then had my wife sit on my lap with her back against me, half-turning her head to kiss me.

She didn't realize that less than a meter below her was a middle-aged peeping tom, lewdly watching her almost naked body. From behind, I rubbed her large breasts with one hand, while the other hand reached into her panties and touched her clitoris. My wife was panting softly as I touched her, her legs involuntarily spreading apart.

I glanced at the man; because of the bushes, I couldn't see his expression, but I could vaguely see his arm moving rapidly underneath. I was now certain he was masturbating while watching my wife's half-naked body. Seeing the peeping tom watching my wife masturbate made me even more excited. I decided to let my wife be completely naked in front of this man.

My hand, which had been touching her vulva, began to pull down her panties. My wife, already aroused multiple times, didn't stop me. I quickly pulled her panties down and set them aside. Now, all the buttons on my wife's shirt were undone, pulled all the way back, exposing her large, white breasts, which swayed in the air. Her skirt was lifted and rolled up to her waist, revealing her dark pubic hair and vulva completely, without any cover.

My wife half-turned her head and kissed me passionately. She had no idea that her usually conservative body was now almost completely exposed to that lecherous man in his forties.

I violently spread my wife's legs apart with both hands, revealing her pink vulva to the peeping man. I believe that at this moment, the man could clearly see my wife's clitoris.

I was probing my wife's vagina with my fingers, and a lot of vaginal fluid flowed out. Soon, she reached another orgasm. Under the influence of the orgasm, she moaned and involuntarily began to thrust forward, almost pressing her vulva against the man's face.

My wife said, "Honey, look at you! You almost made me slip off this platform." I thought to myself, if you really slipped, that man would definitely be licking your vulva.

At this point, my penis couldn't take it anymore, so I made my wife turn around and bend over to give me oral sex. My wife wanted to squat down, but I said that angle wasn't comfortable. I insisted she spread her legs a little and bend over to give me oral sex.

This position emboldened the peeping man behind us, because he realized my wife was now facing away from him, and my view was blocked by her body. He thought we couldn't see him, but I still saw his movements through the gap between my wife's legs. He had even spread his legs a little, and his lewd eyes were staring at my wife without any cover.

His mouth was agape, his eyes wide, as if afraid of missing something. In reality, it was impossible for him to miss anything now. My wife's buttocks were less than a meter directly above him. All her private parts—her anus, vagina, pubic hair, and her large, white breasts—were swaying up and down in front of his face as my wife gave me oral sex. He could even see my large penis thrusting in and out of her mouth. My long-

suppressed exhibitionist desire found perfect release at that moment. I ejaculated in less than half a minute, thick semen shooting into my wife's mouth, some of it spilling out and dripping onto the ground. The middle-aged man peeping was also trembling slightly, his expression one of ecstasy; he had apparently also masturbated.

After ejaculating, a huge sense of fear washed over me. If someone had actually come by then, or if my wife had discovered that she was being spied on by a middle-aged man while she was almost completely naked, things would have been very difficult to handle. So I quickly helped my wife get dressed and left. As I left, I noticed the middle-aged man who had been peeping; he was still watching us until we were gone.

From then on, I began an even more thrilling journey of exposing and cuckolding my wife.

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