Wife on the bus

"My underwear is almost out of shape!" I felt a little uncomfortable when I put on my bra this morning.

"Oh! Let's go buy some later!" My husband was still half asleep.

"Really? You're the best! Then I won't wear a bra today! Okay?" I happily took off my old bra.

"..." I heard my husband's breathing.

"Hey! Hey... you stinky husband!" I looked at his corpse-like body, "Did you hear me?" I raised my voice about twenty times and shouted into my husband's ear.

"Whoa!" My husband jumped up, covering his ears.

"Hahahaha... Who told you to ignore me?" I watched my husband's embarrassed appearance with amusement and quickly moved away from his ear.

"You...you little slut! Maybe I didn't teach you enough last night! You're asking for it..." My husband slowly approached me...

"Ah! No...husband...I was wrong...no..." I realized how terrible last night was. (Last night during sex, my husband inserted a vibrator into my anus and also used it to penetrate my vagina...both went in and out simultaneously, plus the rotation and vibration of the vibrator, causing me both pain and orgasm, and stimulation, almost making me faint.)

"Come here!" My husband sat naked on the edge of the bed.

"You...you...what are you going to do?" I asked tremblingly.

"Dare to scare me like that...it seems you didn't ejaculate completely last night, come and suck it out for me! Suck out the leftovers, hurry up!" My husband spread his legs, exposing his penis, and ordered me to kneel and crawl on the edge of the bed.

"Ugh...it smells...it stinks...it's fishy..." As I knelt in front of my husband, ready to take his penis in my mouth, a fishy smell, like I hadn't washed after sex, filled my entire mouth, making me feel nauseous.

"Oh...oh..." My husband pressed my head down with one hand, and my mouth was immediately stuffed with his penis, making it impossible to make a sound.

"Oh...it feels so good...your mouth is just as good as your cunt...mmm...suck harder!" My husband moved my head up and down.

At this point, I really couldn't stand the fishy smell anymore, so I broke free from my husband's pressure and spat his penis out: "Husband...it stinks...please don't suck it, okay?"

I knelt in front of his penis and started stroking it with my hand, begging him.

"No! Who gave you permission to spit it out? Take it in! Hurry up!" My husband stood up, and his penis was pressed against my lips again because of his standing.

"It tastes so fishy..." I had no choice but to reluctantly suck the penis, which still smelled of sex from last night, into my mouth again.

"Mmm... suck harder... mmm... mmm... so good... no wonder so many people want to fuck you... so comfortable..." My husband let out a series of moans.

"Oh... no... no one wants to fuck me..." I started licking my husband's testicles.

"No? Then your fans on the internet are fake? I bet at least a hundred men fantasize about you!" My husband put his hands on his hips and looked at me licking his testicles as he spoke.

"Well... that's not my fault! I didn't let them touch me..." I argued aggrievedly. "No arguing! Take it in! Hurry up!" My husband grabbed my head again and shoved his penis into my mouth.

"Oh...suck it...hurry...it's coming...hurry! I'll give you a good breakfast...oh..." Accompanied by my husband's groans, a thick stream of hot liquid shot deep into my throat.

"Oh...suck it all in..." My husband then inserted his entire penis deep into my throat.

"Oh..." I felt a little nauseous.

"Oh...it feels so good...I really want to see you get your mouth filled by someone else...it must be so lewd..." My husband reluctantly took his penis out.

"No...I'm not lewd at all..." I wiped the remaining saliva from my mouth.

"Hmm? You're not lewd? Every time you see the comments on your own nude selfies, you see yourself masturbating. Are you kidding me?" My husband said

, stroking his slightly limp penis. "Ah! Don't say that!" I covered my husband's mouth to stop him from making a sound, my whole face turning red (even though he's my husband, I still feel very ashamed to say such things directly).

"Hmph! You served me quite well! You sucked me quite comfortably... Okay! I'll let you buy new clothes today..." My husband said as he walked into the bathroom.

"Honey... where are you taking me shopping?" I asked happily.

"Didn't you want to buy lingerie?" my husband said.

"Yes! The underwire of other people's lingerie was damaged by the washing machine, look..." I picked up the bra I had just taken off from the floor and walked towards the bathroom.

"Hmm, the wires will break... then don't buy one with wires!" My husband glanced at the bra in my hand and said.

"But bras without wires will sag... and my breasts won't be as lifted, it won't look good..." I said.

"Really? No way! My wife's breasts are so perky, it's fine!" My husband continued brushing his teeth. "Really?" I looked at my breasts suspiciously.

"Really! I don't want to see a wife with an unattractive figure! I'm not lying to you, otherwise, let's try buying one without wires today. Okay?" My husband then left the bathroom.

"Well... okay!" I followed behind him.

"Okay, wear this out!" My husband walked to the wardrobe and tossed me a pale yellow sheer dress with white stripes.

"I'm not wearing a bra!" I asked, looking at the see-through dress in confusion.

"Come on! It's not the first time, what are you afraid of? Hurry up! Take off your underwear too." My husband continued packing his small items (lighter, cigarettes, etc.).

"What! Take off your underwear too?" I was even more surprised. "

Or you can put on your underwear first, then compare in the mirror! See which one is more obvious." My husband then sat down on the edge of the bed after putting away his things.

I was wearing a light blue thong, so I grabbed my dress and put it on… “My goodness! The thong is really clearly visible.” I stared at the mirror, bewildered.

“I’m not kidding, am I?” my husband said.

“Hmph!” I took off the thong, still somewhat skeptical, and looked in the mirror again…

“Wow… you only realize it’s not showing when you look closely (except for my private parts and the slightly darker areas on my breasts), it really is less noticeable when it’s completely bare!” I was starting to agree with my husband.

“See!” my husband said proudly.

"But...we're going to the department store...it's so bright there...we'll get spotted...it's much darker at home...it's really transparent..."

I kept turning around in front of the mirror, still a little worried, looking at my barely visible body and the barely visible lines of my buttocks (because my entire buttocks are quite clear, it's called the buttock line, not the cleft).
"It's not that obvious! You're just imagining things!" My husband stood up at this moment, put his hands on my shoulders from behind, and looked at my back as he spoke.

"Really?" I asked, half believing him.

"Let's go!" My husband grabbed my small bag and dragged me out the door.

When we arrived at the Far Eastern Department Store parking lot, we parked the car and got out. As we walked towards the underground elevator... "Honey! I'm going to the restroom first... wait for me!" I said, pointing to the restroom.

My husband seemed to be in a good mood at this moment, smiling at me: "Okay! Go ahead, I'll wait for you here." "??... Why is he in such a good mood?" I sensed a strange atmosphere.

After using the restroom, I habitually went to the sink to tidy myself up... Oh my god! In the brightly lit environment, this dress was practically see-through! It was practically the only difference that I wasn't wearing anything except for a thin veil. The nipples, the dark area around my private parts... because of the barely visible coverage of the transparent dress, it was even more alluring.
"You lied to me again... It's so transparent!" I quickly scolded my husband after leaving the bathroom (afraid of being too loud and being overheard).

"Hehe... How was I supposed to know it would be so different from home? But it's so tempting! Wow! Super sexy." My husband's lecherous eyes were fixed on my entire body.

"What?! It's practically like I'm not wearing anything at all, that's too much!" I blushed with embarrassment. "No way! Anyway, nobody here knows you, it's not like it'll hurt anyone's eyes. I don't care if people see you, why are you? It's really tempting..." At this moment, I noticed a bulge in my husband's...

"Hey! What are you thinking? This is a public place!" I pointed at that damn place. "Hehehe...you caught me...I can't help it! Who told you to be so alluring...so hot! So provocative! Who can resist you dressed like that!" My husband replied with a sly grin.

"Really...really do we have to go shopping like this? No way...I'm scared..." I was genuinely a little intimidated (it really is exaggerated, anyone who's seen my family's latest photos knows this).

"No...let's go!" My husband dragged me into the elevator (the elevator doors opened at that moment). After two numbers jumped (we were originally on B2, now we're on the 1st floor)...the elevator paused for a moment, and then the elevator doors slowly opened (the instant the elevator stopped, my heart started pounding wildly).

Then an elderly couple (around 40 to 50 years old) entered the elevator. As they stepped inside, I glanced at them out of the corner of my eye, my heart pounding wildly. They seemed oblivious to my near-naked state, simply turning the elevator doors and pressing their desired floor, standing directly opposite us.

A sudden jolt. "Stopped again! Oh my god… why does it stop on every floor?" My heart started racing again. "Excuse me… excuse me." Two stylishly dressed working women (I call anyone in a suit "working woman") entered and stood beside me.

"She looks transparent!" a soft voice reached my ears.

"Really?" another soft voice followed.

Overwhelmed with shame, I didn't dare lift my head, only managing to peek furtively out of the corner of my eye.

I noticed that the two women also seemed hesitant to look directly at me; they pretended not to notice, feigning to look straight ahead while glancing out of the corner of their eyes (because the one standing further away from me turned her head more noticeably, I felt a gaze upon her).

"Ah..." I gasped softly and looked towards my husband. (At that moment, my husband's thieving hand slipped under my skirt from behind my back.)

He actually reached behind me and began to roam over my private parts, casually asking, "What's wrong?"

"You..." I glared at him, feeling utterly speechless, unsure how to respond.

"So stuffy... honey..." My husband then inserted his finger into my private parts, but still pretended nothing was wrong.

"Ah..." I let out a soft gasp because of the sudden intrusion.

My husband then whispered in my ear, "Wow! So wet! You little slut..." I endured my husband's teasing in front of everyone, and the embarrassment of not being able to resist. I really don't know how to describe my feelings at this moment.

The elevator shook again...

"Oh... we're here! Excuse me... just passing by." My husband called out softly to the elderly couple standing in front of us, then put his thieving hand into my private parts, and took my hand and walked confidently through the space they had made to make way for me. I

gritted my teeth and pretended to be nonchalant as I walked out of the elevator. The usual habit of everyone in an elevator staring at those exiting also applied to me.

"I've really been seen naked, how embarrassing!" Because this kind of direct staring behind your back is absolutely impolite. As we exited the elevator, the feeling from before hadn't faded, and what followed was... a bunch of wide-eyed stares, as if they'd seen something unbelievable, staring directly at us...

(II)

The elevator doors opened, and facing the shopping mall, the bright lighting made my dress much more transparent. I think everyone except the blind could tell that I was going commando (because my nipples were clearly visible, and my lower body was just a small patch of black; the dress's barely concealed covering only made it more alluring). Besides the tension and shame, there was also a strange sense of excitement.

Facing a group of surprised glances, my husband nonchalantly pulled me along, deliberately weaving through the crowd and heading straight for the sales area. Luckily, it was the women's lingerie floor, so apart from the elevator area which was crowded, the rest of the floor was mostly populated with women.

Suddenly, my husband pointed to a direction: "Let's go! Let's buy some over there."

I shyly tugged at him: "They're...too see-through! It's like not wearing anything at all..."

"Hehe...that's what makes it exciting! Bu Guan, let's go! I'll help you pick out some lingerie." Ignoring my tugging, my husband continued into the sales area.

We arrived at a small store (an English brand I'd never heard of), and my husband pulled me to a display rack at the front (the lingerie was all on racks). He called out to the two saleswomen chatting inside, "Hello! Could you help us?"

"Oh! Hello!" one of the saleswomen immediately responded with a professional smile and quickly walked towards us. At this point, I gripped my husband's arm tightly, a little frightened, and glared at him with a slightly angry look… (Who knew what he was up to! He wanted me to be seen again.)

Sure enough! As soon as the saleswoman walked in and saw us, she immediately gave me an incredulous look, scanning my entire body. But she quickly regained her professional smile and said to my husband, "Sir, what would you like?"

"Oh! How much is this set?" My husband pointed to a bunch of complicated straps, but the fabric was a sparse pile of unidentified objects (I couldn't tell if it was bra or underwear).

"This set!" The saleswoman picked it up and unfolded it… I finally saw it clearly: three tiny, ultra-thin white floral fabric pieces and a bunch of straps.

"Hmm! How much?" my husband asked.

"Hmm… would this lady like to wear this?" That damn saleswoman asked such an awkward question, and then took the opportunity to glance at me again.

"Of course!" my husband said.

"It's alright! It'll only cost 1080 after the folds." The saleswoman was about to wrap it up, as she had already folded it back into its original tangled rope shape.

"Hmm...it's alright! Can I try it on?" my husband asked.

"Hmm...okay! But you can't try on underwear! It's a hygiene issue, can you only try on bras?" the saleswoman replied.

"Oh? Then I won't be able to feel the whole look!" My husband took the pile of ropes from the saleswoman and said to her.

"How about this, trust me this once, I guarantee your girlfriend will look great in them. You pay first, okay? That way you can try on the whole set." the saleswoman suggested.

"Okay, sure!" My husband handed the pile of ropes to me and paid the saleswoman. "Hello! Beautiful lady, this way please!" After taking my husband's payment, the saleswoman gently put her arm around my shoulder and pointed to the fitting room. When we arrived at the fitting room door, "Come in, please!" the saleswoman opened the fitting room door.

At this moment, my husband followed behind us, staring directly at my back. To make matters worse, he said in a normal voice, "So sexy, so alluring!" (In other words, the woman heard him too.)

Hearing my husband's words, I blushed instantly and quickly slipped into the fitting room.

After untying the bunch of ropes (because they were quite complicated), as expected, it was a set of sexy lingerie. Although the small white fabric in the front could cover about half of my breasts, because its material was close to silk and there were no bra cups to support it, my nipples were completely exposed when I put it on. Moreover, apart from that small piece of fabric, the rest was all rope... It took a lot of work to tie the ropes perfectly symmetrically (only those who have ever threaded ropes and had fabric without a fixed position can understand how tiring it is to tie it in the middle).

After putting on my top, I picked up the most outrageous pair of underwear I'd ever seen (a style I'd only ever seen in pictures A before). The fabric of the entire pair of underwear was no more than 5 centimeters square. If you wore it like a normal thong to cover the lower edge of your genitals, the pubic hair would be completely exposed. If you covered the pubic hair, the vulva would only be held together by a thin string... What

's even more outrageous is that this pair of underwear wasn't the usual elastic band at the waist. Instead, the fabric was connected to two long strings that were so long they had to hang over your shoulders, like a drapery. The waist was completely bare. If you wore clothes that showed the sides, people would think you weren't wearing underwear at all.

Looking at my extremely lewd outfit in the mirror, an indescribable feeling immediately welled up inside me… I had actually tried on such provocative clothes in a department store! Although it wasn't in public, it was still broad daylight! Lewdness, shame… I couldn't describe the feeling.

"Hey! Are you done yet?" Just then, my husband called from outside the door.

On a sudden impulse, I slowly unlocked the door with my handcuffs, my face flushed, and said, "Honey! Does it… look good?" I kept my head down, not daring to look anywhere else, only staring at the floor.

"…" My husband didn't respond.

My heart was probably about to jump out of my chest, because besides my husband's feet, I also saw another pair of black high heels in front of me.

About two seconds later, I looked up at them.

"Sigh...it's beautiful...it's really sexy, isn't

it! I knew it would be beautiful..." The woman blushed, trying to ease her embarrassment. My lower body immediately felt wet. Good heavens! I don't know if I was possessed or truly blinded by lust, but I even turned around and asked, "Then...what about the back?"

Actually, the back was even more exaggerated, because there wasn't even any fabric, just some knots and ropes.

"Beautiful...beautiful...so...beautiful..." my husband stammered.

Seeing the two dumbfounded spectators, an even more outrageous thought popped into my head.

"Really? But these panties are so small! They don't cover anything..."

I deliberately tugged at the small piece of fabric, and the area I had been trying to cover up while putting them on was now completely exposed.

"..." The young lady turned her head away, blushing.

"This..." My husband was also stunned.

"Or...or...wear it like this..."

I pulled the panties up, covering the black part.

"But...that's...very uncomfortable!" With my legs slightly M-shaped (not that big), I used my hands to slightly spread apart my "lips," which were only held together by a single string through a mysterious crevice, revealing a clearly damp sheen.

"I...I..." My husband was even more dumbfounded.

"Okay! We'll figure it out when we get home..." I slowly closed the fitting room door.

(III)

"Honey...should I just put it on?" After closing the door, my heart was pounding! I asked, blushing.

At this moment, because the string I had just pulled up was still between my lips, my private parts felt a little strange and a little lewdly damp. Subconsciously, I was actually hoping that my husband would say, "Put it on!"

"Is it okay?" My husband's voice came from outside the door.

"Ah? Just put it on...a bra...Oh! Oh! Yes...Yes...Of course!" The lady's stunned and then enlightened response reached my ears at this moment (I was going to answer).

"Okay! Then just put it on!" my husband shouted loudly and clearly.

At that moment, I felt a sudden shock, and an overwhelming sense of shame immediately washed over my face, making my whole face feel burning (wasn't this just like telling a prostitute that I was completely naked?).

"Well... sir... I'll go get the invoice for you, please wait a moment!" The young lady said and left... I put on the dress, my face flushed, and glanced down at myself... Before I put on this lingerie, the allure of the bare skin under the thin fabric was so different from now, where the outline of the sexy lingerie was faintly visible with a little attention. I could only say, "It seems to be exactly the same as before!"

I opened the door, my face red, and walked towards my husband with my head down. At this moment, I didn't dare to look anywhere else, only daring to look down at myself, my hands naturally clasped and placed on my lower body, trying to cover up some of the transparency.
My husband abruptly pulled away from my handcuffs, then took my hand, as if no one else was around (although the saleswoman had already gone back to the counter, she was still very close to us; you can imagine how close the lingerie counter in a department store is). He brazenly dragged me to a mirror…

“Wow… even more lewd! Hehehe… so clear! This dress is really nice…” my husband whispered in my ear.

“You… you… you’re so annoying!” My face flushed, and I lowered my head, but my eyes couldn’t leave the mirror. Wearing a transparent dress that revealed my curves and was decorated with subtle eroticism, I felt incredibly lewd… an unprecedented sense of obscenity.

"Listen up! That's all for today! Let's go!" My husband said with a lewd smile. Just then, the sound of high heels approached from behind. "Sir! Here, the invoice is ready. This bag is for you... Ah! This... this bag is for you... Take it with you... Ha..." The saleswoman chuckled awkwardly.
After taking the bag, my husband led me out of the store, but not towards the elevator; instead, he led me further inside.

"Where... Where are you going?" I was incredibly nervous.

"Just kidding! You're so hot, of course I'm going to show you off!" My husband said, glancing at my transparent clothes as he walked.

"No... No... It's too bright here, it's so embarrassing!" My face was now so red I couldn't even describe it.

"Hmm...that's true, it's too exaggerated, we'll get reported later..." My husband finally relented a little, but then immediately said, "Okay! Let's play another game." He turned and walked towards the elevator.
"Anything is fine! Just get out of here!" I replied without thinking.

Waiting for the elevator again...it was another ordeal.

"Hey...anything is fine! When we get to the first floor, just wait for me at the main entrance, I'll go get the car." My husband said with a wicked smile.

"What!" I stared at him in disbelief, my eyes probably wide open for the first time in my life. "What?! Anything is fine!" Just then, the elevator doors opened.

At this moment, my mind was filled with my husband's exaggerated instructions, and my eyes were only in a daze. "Excuse me! Please let me through!" I said subconsciously (completely forgetting my outfit), and as usual, I squeezed into the crowded crowd...

(IV)

After entering the elevator, since there were really a lot of people, I naturally held my husband tightly, and of course, my husband naturally surrounded me (normal couples' actions when the elevator is crowded).

Being in a crowded elevator surrounded by strangers at close range, my attire immediately made me feel guilty and ashamed, causing me to unconsciously cling to my husband...

But because of this, my husband pretended to hug me, using his body to block the eyes of others in the elevator. With one hand on the elevator wall, he gently stroked my back through my thin dress with the other. The rope binding my buttocks occasionally brushed lightly against my intimate area, a touch that was both prickling and gliding…
I simply couldn't describe the strange feeling. The teasing caresses through the thin fabric, coupled with the subtle reminders of the erotic attire I was wearing, made me close my eyes slightly, biting my lower lip to control the unbearable arousal and wetness.

“Honey…no…no…don’t tease me…” I whispered in my husband’s ear.

“Hmm?” My husband’s expression was unintelligible.

“…” The embarrassment of not being able to reply louder made my face turn even redder.

“Ding!” The elevator arrived.

"Hmm... wait at the main door!" My husband actually gently pushed me out of the elevator. Since we were at the front, the surging crowd forced me to leave as well.

"Ah..." I dodged the surging crowd and tried to get back in, but the elevator doors closed abruptly.

"Uh... (interjection)" I murmured in frustration.

Turning around, I took a deep breath, looked ahead, and searched for the main door. Luckily, it wasn't far from the elevator. I steeled myself and headed towards the glass doors.

But in that short distance, I had a strong feeling that everyone who saw me was probably staring in disbelief!

The intense lighting on the first floor of the department store, the mirrored cosmetic counters everywhere, the constant flow of customers… feelings of shame, lewdness, and baseness immediately filled my mind.

"Whoosh!" The main door opened automatically…

After walking out of the department store with my head down, I looked at the open plaza in front of me and, forcing myself to appear natural, walked towards a small flower stand (the decorative flower stand outside the main door).

Standing by the flower stand, my heart pounded unabated.

The lewd attire in the department store plaza, the voyeurism from strangers, the arousal my husband had just aroused, the intense wetness—if it weren't for the underwear I was wearing…

"Beep! Beep!" A familiar car appeared on the side of the road. My husband, sitting not far away, rolled down the window, staring at me with eyes like he'd found a treasure, and immediately picked up his phone to make a call…

Just then, my phone rang in my bag. My steps unconsciously halted. I opened my bag, took out my phone, and answered, "Huh?" before continuing towards the car.

"Wait! Stop!" My husband's voice came through the phone.

I looked at him, utterly bewildered… and naturally, I stopped.

"Go to the waiting area! Not here to get in!" After saying that, my husband drove around to the entrance of the waiting area (the department store's designated taxi area).

After hanging up, I looked towards the waiting area... Good heavens! There were at least a dozen people waiting there! I pretended to be nonchalant again and walked to the waiting area, going straight to the front of the queue.

"Miss... you have to wait in line!" The doorman was hesitant to look me in the eye and stammered a bit. "Oh! I'm not waiting for a taxi, I'm waiting for someone." I replied.

"Oh..." The doorman looked away guiltily.

"Okay, my car is here!" At this moment, my husband drove the car into the lane, and the doorman politely opened the car door for me. Of course, I also politely smiled and nodded back, and got into my husband's car.

"Honey, wasn't it exciting?" The car drove away from the department store.

"..." I was a little angry and didn't want to answer.

"Ah!" I screamed.

"Wow! It's so wet...it's seeping through my underwear!" My husband rubbed his fingers together. (This bastard actually groped my private parts while I was looking out the window!)

"You're so annoying!" My face turned bright red.

My husband then pulled my hand, which I was hitting him with, toward his genitals: "Look, it's so hard! You look so alluring dressed like this! It's sexier than wearing a sheer dress!" He said, while rubbing his hard penis with my palm.

"Who dresses like this in public? You're such a pervert! Is there any difference between me being naked and not naked?" I retorted.

"Yes! You're not completely naked! You're clearly wearing something! Outerwear! Underwear too!" my husband insisted with a laugh.
"I'm not talking to you anymore! You pervert!" I simply ignored him.

After driving for a while, we entered a motel.

"I can't resist! It's too tempting... I'm going to have a feast!" my husband said with a sly grin.

"Hmph!" I replied, feigning disdain.

After getting the room key and entering the garage, my husband immediately got out of the car, lowered the roller shutter, and pressed the elevator button (the buildings we stayed in each had two floors and an elevator, which was quite unusual). Now that we were in a secluded environment, a sudden lewd thought arose in my mind. I took off my barely-there see-through dress, leaving me only in a thin-stringed bikini, and stepped out of the car.

My husband stared at me, dumbfounded.

"Isn't this more revealing...and attractive?" I said, blushing slightly.

"We haven't even gone into the room yet!" My husband was also stunned.

"Ding!" The elevator doors opened.

Even though I knew no one would be there, the feeling of facing the opening elevator doors while wearing "clothes with less fabric than a handkerchief" was still incredibly stimulating. My private desires were truly overflowing.
I pulled my bewildered husband into the elevator, pressed the up button, immediately squatted down, and unzipped his pants. "Ah..." My husband tried to stop me, pulling at his waistband.

"I've already stripped down to this for everyone to see! No... you have to show too!" I forcefully and directly ripped off my husband's outer and inner pants. After removing my husband's pants, I grabbed his hard penis with one hand and immediately put it in my mouth. "Ah..." My husband let out a soft moan.

(V)

Accompanied by the fact that it was the first time I was wearing sexy lingerie in the elevator and doing such lewd things, my private parts were flooded with a gushing tide and swollen a lot.

Unconsciously, my left hand gently pushed the damp thin cloth to the side and rubbed the cracks of my labia, and greedily sucked on my husband's penis...

"Ding!" The elevator quickly arrived at the room door (because there was only 3 floors).

I spat out my husband's penis, stood up, and walked straight to the bed, ignoring him. I removed all my clothes, and before even lifting my bra, I lay down, closed my eyes, and continued what I had been doing with my left hand. I even gently inserted my middle finger into my vagina, making slight in-and-out movements. "Ah..." I let out a soft, pleasurable moan.

My husband then walked to the curtains and swiftly pulled them all the way down. Sunlight streamed in through the large window, which was slightly covered with heat-resistant paper.

After opening the curtains, he slowly walked to the bedside and gently spread my legs slightly. "Continue... I want to see..."

Even though he was my intimate lover, masturbating at such close range filled me with even more shame. My fingers unconsciously moved harder.

"Ah... ah... I'm almost there..." Accompanied by spasmodic throbbing in my lower body, I let out a loud, lewd moan.

But at that moment, my husband forcefully stopped me, pulled my wet left hand away, and quickly knelt down on my genitals. My entire lower body was now covered by his mouth, and his tongue simultaneously probed into the crevice. "Ah...ah..." I immediately climaxed.

As his tongue continued to swirl around inside, the spasms became even more intense, and suddenly a large amount of fluid gushed directly onto my husband's face. Shame, humiliation, and the feeling of orgasm combined: "So stimulating! I can't take it...I...I'm going to die..." I was in a semi-conscious state.

Just then, my husband got up, spread my legs wide, and roughly thrust his penis into me, all the way to the very bottom. "Ah..." I screamed hysterically.

With each merciless, brutal thrust, each stroke powerful and deep, every time he reached my clitoris, I cried out, "Ah...no...ah...no...ah...I'm dying...ah...ah..."

I was almost on the verge of madness, my juices flowing even more profusely.

Suddenly, my husband lifted my legs with his hands, picked me up, and continued to thrust inside me. My husband walked to the window in that position, but his thrusting didn't stop. Of course, I was still lost in the euphoria of my orgasm.

He stopped thrusting, pulled out his penis, and put me down. "Hmm...come on, turn around, change positions..."

Still not fully understanding the situation, I half-heartedly allowed my husband to turn me around. He then forced my arms outstretched and placed them against the glass. "Ah!" The sight before me terrified me.

"Ah!" I immediately cried out again, my lower body being roughly penetrated.

"No... Ah... It's so obvious... Ah... Someone's..." My husband forced me into a position with my arms wide open and pressed against the glass, my upper body almost completely exposed to the road and the buildings opposite.

"Exciting, isn't it? I'm going to fuck you for everyone to see... Don't resist!" My husband thrust even harder.
"Ah... Ah... Ah..." I looked at the traffic and pedestrians in front of me, with my husband's frenzied thrusting behind me, the extreme shame and the feeling of orgasm were indescribable.

"Ah... Ah... Someone... saw it!" At this moment, I realized that someone on the other side had seen it and clearly told their partner, and even pointed in this direction.

"Oh... Really! Then let him see! Oh... So exciting... Open the window, let him see more clearly." My husband not only made no attempt to cover up, but also exaggeratedly demanded that I open the window.

"No...no...ah!" As I answered, my husband flung the window open, and the outside air immediately rushed onto my naked chest, exposing it completely to the pedestrians and buildings across the street.

My husband then grabbed my hands and hooked them around his waist, making my breasts even more prominent. His violent thrusting caused my breasts to shake violently. There were probably at least five or six pedestrians staring at me in disbelief. At that moment, my lower body, seemingly even more sensitive than before, erupted again with a torrent of fluid...
"Ah..." My husband let out a soft growl, followed by a distinct, scalding sensation within me. "Ah..." I responded with a cry of my own.

My husband then released his grip on me and began kneading my nipples, enjoying the trembling inside me while openly displaying my ravaged breasts to the crowd of passersby.

After exhaling, I continued to press my hands against my husband's buttocks, trying to let him release his pent-up desire, enjoying the sensation of my nipples being kneaded. I squinted, my mouth slightly open, panting softly, exposing my lewdness directly to the group of passersby... At this point, I no longer cared about the pedestrians outside the window.

After the passion subsided, my husband slowly withdrew his limp penis, retreated to the edge of the bed, and collapsed onto it…

At this moment, his semen dripped from my vagina. Suddenly, the thought, “If you want to see, then let you see to your heart’s content,” flashed through my mind. Ignoring the number of people outside the window, I spread my legs and, right there by the window, gently dug some fluid from my vaginal opening with my fingers, then put it in my mouth and sucked on it.

Facing the crowd of pedestrians, I slowly retreated to the edge of the bed until I could no longer see the road, then turned back to look at my husband, sprawled on the bed, surrendering.

I glanced back at the view outside the window and noticed that someone was also peeping from the other side of the building. At that moment, shame was completely foreign to me; it was more of a thrill. So I asked my husband to lie down a bit more, and then, with my back to them, I knelt between his legs, sucking on his limp penis and the remaining sticky fluid… his still-flowing, whitish anus was wide open, deliberately allowing them to feast their eyes.

“Honey, have you had enough fun today?” I gently stroked his limp penis after cleaning it with my mouth, but my kneeling position remained unchanged, my rear end wide open for their enjoyment.

“Yeah, there are people over there too, you know?” my husband said.

"Hmm...that's why I let him see it! Are you satisfied?" As I said this, a wave of shame washed over me again.

"Hehehe...Wife, I love you!" My husband pulled me close to him.

"I love you too!" I replied contentedly.

The window remained open, and the noise of the traffic outside continued...
[This post was edited by zhjn0610 on 2013-12-28 19:03]

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