Wife's dress

This year's job adjustment has led to more business trips, meaning I can't be home with my wife as often, which often makes her angry with me.

Lately, the weather has gotten so hot that it's almost dried out all the clothes on the girls' clothes; the streets are full of short skirts and revealing tops. I've tried to persuade my wife to dress more sexily when she goes out, but she's a bit reserved. After all, there are many acquaintances in this city, and she'd be embarrassed if they saw her. After some previous experiences with "training," my wife seems to sense my intentions and is slowly starting to embrace this unexpected thrill.

Once, while shopping, I saw a beautiful flesh-colored short dress, made of chiffon, and, in today's parlance, quite loose; it had a deep V-neck at the back, held up by two thin straps, and while the V-neck wasn't too large, it was very loose—a dress that could easily expose her. When I saw it, I immediately imagined my wife wearing it and urged her to try it on.

The dress was just 30 centimeters above the knee, but because it was so loose, it seemed like it could easily expose her underwear. Turning around, the back was even sexier, with a deep V-neck that extended all the way to her buttocks. Although there was a cinched waist design above the hips, it was still loose, and a third of her underwear was visible from above. There was a thin bra-like padding at the chest area.
I didn't let my wife wear a bra when she tried it on because the open back would make it inappropriate to show the bra straps. The front wasn't very sheer, and the spotlights even reflected off it, which was a little disappointing. However, my wife seemed uncomfortable because the dress was too short, so she bent down to pull at the hem. I then saw that the loose V-neck revealed her two small breasts and nipples the size of soybeans. Seeing this, I didn't hesitate to buy it.

After I bought it, my wife refused to wear it no matter what I said. She said it was too revealing and she'd be too embarrassed if acquaintances saw her wearing it, making her look like she was seducing men.

But soon the opportunity arose. A contract needed to be signed in a southern city, requiring a few days' business trip. My wife was very unhappy and insisted on coming with me, saying I was too lecherous and would definitely do something bad while she was away.

I really didn't want to take her, as I'd be very busy with project site visits and negotiations with clients, and wouldn't have time for her. But she persisted, so I told her she could come with me, but she could only wear the new short dress I bought her, and she couldn't bring any underwear. I said if she agreed, I'd take her; if not, forget it.

I thought she'd give up, but instead, she said she'd consider it. When I booked the tickets, she said she could agree to my request, but she needed an extra layer of clothing in our city. The thought of her wearing that revealing short dress for several days in the southern city almost made my nose bleed, so I agreed without hesitation.

I bought her a large t-shirt to wear over her short dress. As soon as we arrived in that city, I made her take it off, but she refused. I said, "I'll keep it for you, and you can wear it again when we get back." She couldn't resist and finally took it off and gave it to me. As soon as she turned away, I threw it in the trash.

It's worth mentioning that I have a friend in that city, someone I know, someone with similar interests. We met through forum posts and chatted on QQ for a long time, exchanging photos of our girlfriends—mostly topless, but not showing their faces.

He's a few years younger than me and has a wilder lifestyle. He showed me photos of his girlfriend in group sex, where three naked men were always around her. He once asked me if I would accept multiple partners with my wife, and I said I didn't know; I wouldn't know what I'd think until I was in that situation. Before coming, I told him I was bringing my wife and we planned a meeting, because my wife told me she would only stay in the hotel and wouldn't go anywhere or see anyone.

For the first two days, I was out running around while my wife stayed in the hotel. She had her meals delivered to our room, and everything went smoothly without any incidents of exposure. There was only one minor incident: the room's internet was down, and when we asked the staff to fix it, a male staff member came. You can imagine that he definitely saw something he wanted to see.

The contract signing went smoothly, and on Friday afternoon, all the formalities were completed, and the contract was handed over at the client's company. I was completely relaxed, declined the client's invitation, and quickly returned to the hotel.

Because I was so busy these past few days, I hadn't spent much time with my wife, not even making love at night. Seeing the hungry look on her face made me very aroused. It was very hot, so I took my wife for a bath together. While bathing, I kept teasing her, spraying her genitals with the showerhead. Afterwards, we played 69 for a while, making her wet and visibly aroused. Just that one activity made her moan loudly uncontrollably.
When my wife begged me to have sex with her, I stopped and told her it was still early, and I'd have a nice meal with her before taking her to the karaoke bar on the third floor of the hotel. She was still too embarrassed to go outside in that outfit. Although she was reluctant, I managed to persuade her.

We ate at the hotel restaurant first. Since it was still early, there weren't many people, and we quickly finished our dinner in a corner. It wasn't that I wanted to miss such a good opportunity to expose myself; in fact, this was part of my plan. Getting my wife to lower her guard was my first step.

We went to the karaoke bar on the third floor of the hotel, a place I had scouted beforehand. Although it was called a karaoke bar, it actually had hostesses available if customers wanted. And the connections here were strong; no one would check. In the private rooms, anyone could have sex with a hostess on the spot, provided they gave her a generous tip.
We booked a medium-sized private room, about seven or eight square meters. I ordered a bottle of imported liquor, a fruit platter, and snacks. When the waiter brought the food in, he wasn't too surprised to see my wife, because her lower body was hidden by the coffee table, and he couldn't see her from behind, so he couldn't see the hidden detail in her clothes. However, he must have seen us when we arrived, because he still glanced at my wife a few more times.

We sang for a while, and when my wife sang, I hugged her from behind because she likes to sing standing up, otherwise she says she can't sing well. Looking down from above, I could see her deep buttocks, and it was easy to tell that she wasn't wearing underwear. I gently kissed her earlobe, and my hands stroked up and down her front. Soon, my wife couldn't take it anymore, and she started singing off-key.

I simply pushed my wife down on the sofa, lifted her legs, and then knelt on the floor to tease her clitoris, while secretly sending a text message as a signal. When my wife was aroused and her clitoris was flowing with a lot of lustful fluid, and she kept begging me to penetrate her, the phone rang. It

was the online friend I had planned to contact. This netizen's username is Contradiction, so I'll call him Little Spear. His girlfriend is named Weiwei. I've seen her photos—face-revealing candid shots; she looks very innocent. There are also candid photos and pictures of her having sex. Weiwei's breasts are very firm, probably a D cup, with pink and small nipples and areolas, probably because she's young. Otherwise, they should be darker from having slept with so many men.
Little Spear and I had planned our conversation beforehand. He said I wouldn't contact him even after coming here. I pretended to be too busy with work and didn't want to bother him. My wife kept waving at me, whispering, "Please don't let him come." I put the phone on speakerphone, and Little Spear said he went to the hotel to look for me but couldn't find me. The staff said I seemed to have gone to their karaoke bar, so he brought his girlfriend to find me.

I pretended to say we'd already left, and my wife nodded repeatedly. Little Spear said, "I already asked the front desk; they're right outside your private room." ? ? ? @? I quickly tried to put my legs down, but the door to the private room suddenly opened. My wife had just put her legs down, but I had lifted her skirt up to her waist, barely covering her pubic hair in the front, and her buttocks were visible from the side.

Xiao Mao pretended to be surprised and said, "You guys are having a lot of fun!" He stared at the exposed area on my wife's body. I quickly covered myself and said, "It's okay, we just came to relax for a while." At this moment, Weiwei also came in and greeted me. Actually, it was the first time I had met them, but I pretended to be very familiar with them. Only my wife was kept in the dark.

After greeting everyone, Weiwei sat down next to my wife and started chatting. My wife straightened her skirt.
I pulled Xiaomao aside and whispered a few words to him before we went out to buy more alcohol. Xiaomao said to me, "My wife is really beautiful. I never expected such an innocent face to dress so provocatively. I really want to go for a good time." I said, "Oh, not at all. We'll proceed as planned. We'll have plenty of opportunities." We laughed at each other.

Weiwei's arrival made my wife feel relaxed, because Weiwei was also dressed very sexily. She wore a halter-neck halter top that exposed the back completely, with a diamond-shaped piece of fabric in the front that only covered her breasts. However, there was an oval-shaped hole cut out at the cleavage area. The fabric was thin and not see-through, but it clearly showed her nipples. She wore very low-waisted shorts, only about 20 centimeters long, with crisscrossing straps about 5 centimeters wide on both sides of her thighs. It was obvious that she wasn't wearing underwear, and the fabric was white and very thin.

At first, my wife was very reserved and didn't dare to stand up and sing. She just sat there drinking with everyone. Everyone who sang a song drank with her, and she quickly became a little tipsy.

After about a bottle and a half of liquor, Xiao Mao and I played a drinking game, while Weiwei played "fifteen or twenty" with my wife. Because of the alcohol, my wife quickly forgot about the mystery of her dress, probably thinking that it was blocked while she was sitting there!

Later, Weiwei pulled my wife to stand up and sing along. My wife was also dragged to her feet. Xiao Mao and I, seeing the backs of my wife and Weiwei, were so envious we were practically drooling. Xiao Mao pointed to the back of my wife's skirt and said to me, "Brother, you're really something! Look what you've done to your wife, her skirt is all wet!" I was so focused on looking at Weiwei that when I looked at my wife again, sure enough, the back of her skirt was wet. The flesh-colored chiffon became transparent when wet, and you could vaguely see her buttocks from behind. We excitedly downed two more glasses.
Weiwei seemed to know what we were thinking, so she kept singing with my wife. Later, Xiaomao went over and said, "Sister Fang, you sing so well, can I sing a duet with you?" My wife looked at me and agreed.
I could tell my wife was already quite tipsy. While she was singing, Xiaomao kept peeking down from behind her. I knew he could definitely see her butt crack. Xiaomao happily gave me a thumbs up.

Weiwei came over and nudged me with her leg, offered me a drink, and then whispered to me, "I've read your chat history and the novels you wrote. I already talked to Xiaomao before I came. Today, I'll try to cooperate with you in a swapping game. I'm willing to help you train my wife; I have a lot of experience in this area." I said, "Then it's up to you."

Later, my wife was a little unsteady on her feet, but Weiwei seemed quite sober. Xiaomao and I were just a little tipsy. My wife had the lowest alcohol tolerance among us. Weiwei put on some music, turned off the lights, and we started dancing in the private room. At first, I faced my wife, and Xiaomao faced Weiwei. A little while later, Xiaomao pushed Weiwei from behind and made us dance together. Weiwei pulled my wife over, and I remained facing her. Weiwei stood behind my wife, her hands on her waist as she danced, but soon Xiaomao's hands took over.

To help Xiaomao cover for us, I put my hands on my wife's shoulders. My wife swayed her body, raising her hands to the music, her eyes slightly closed. Then I saw Weiwei secretly lift my wife's skirt from behind, and Xiaomao's hands moved from her waist to lightly caress my wife's body, brushing against her chest. My wife, thinking it might be Weiwei, and under the influence of alcohol, didn't feel anything.

Later, Xiaomao took Weiwei's place, groping my wife's entire body from behind as she danced. My wife simply closed her eyes. Suddenly, Xiaomao's hands went down and cupped my wife's crotch, his fingertips under her skirt, probably touching her inner thighs. The song ended quickly, and Xiao Mao and Weiwei switched places. My wife hadn't even realized what was happening when they stopped.

After that, we took turns drinking with her. She quickly became quite dazed. I thought Xiao Mao was going to do it there, but Weiwei said, "This isn't exciting enough, let's go somewhere else!"

After leaving the karaoke bar, we took a taxi to a slow-rock bar in the suburbs. When we came out, my wife was okay; she could still walk, but she wasn't very conscious. When we got out of the car, she needed help. At first, Weiwei helped her, but later, she and Xiao Mao helped her together.

The slow-rock bar was crowded; the dance floor and aisles were packed. We still managed to get a booth, which Xiao Mao must have reserved in advance. This booth was in the far corner, and the side not against the wall was probably a blind spot; you couldn't see the dancers on the dance floor or in the aisles.

Weiwei placed her wife in that corner, sat down next to her, and we ordered two more dozen beers. After a few drinks, Weiwei pulled her wife down to dance. Her wife, who was barely able to stand when she came in, still swayed along with her to the aisle. At first, they danced facing each other at the booth, but then Weiwei somehow pulled her onto the dance floor, where we couldn't see clearly anymore.

After two more bottles, I felt uneasy and stood on a higher spot to see where my wife and the others were. Finally, I spotted them. Weiwei and my wife were near the center of the dance floor, facing each other, their bodies pressed together, swaying from side to side—very alluring.

A little while later, a boy with an afro pressed himself against Weiwei from behind, almost touching her. Unexpectedly, Weiwei stuck her buttocks out, rubbing them against the boy's genitals. This delighted the boy, and his penis began to throb rapidly like a male dog. One of the men with the afro squeezed behind the wife, also trying to rub her buttocks. The wife, startled, tried to back away, but ended up bumping into Weiwei.
Weiwei hugged the wife, whispering something in her ear. The wife seemed to close her eyes and hugged Weiwei back, and the two started swaying. The man behind, unaware of what was happening, stepped back a little. Unexpectedly, Weiwei used a downward sliding motion, lifting the wife's skirt up to her waist as she moved upwards. Then, Weiwei wrapped her arms around the wife's waist. The wife hadn't realized that her entire backside from the waist down was exposed.

The man behind couldn't believe his eyes and even took another half step back, staring intently at the wife's buttocks. At this point, the people around them didn't seem to react, but their companions noticed. There were four of them, and the rest squeezed in as well.

Weiwei, seemingly protecting the wife, pushed her towards us, and the others followed. One of the guys seemed to reach out and touch my wife's inner thigh, and the guy with the afro also tried to hug Weiwei, but Weiwei and my wife were holding on tightly, so he ended up hugging my wife too, only to accidentally touch her bare buttocks.

I saw the guy with the afro and his group of boys all grinning lewdly, pushing my wife and her boyfriend along. They were initially heading in our direction, but slowly seemed to veer off course, squeezing towards the edge of the dance floor.
Their direction was very close to where I was standing now; there were no booths, only a wall. When they reached the wall, they were only about 4 meters away from me. Because I was standing high up, I could see them very clearly.

Weiwei also noticed me and winked at me. I saw that the back strap of her tiny top was undone and hanging down, and the guy with the afro's hand was rubbing her breasts. She and my wife were still holding on tightly, so the back of the guy's hand was also rubbing against my wife's breasts.

The guy behind my wife actually reached down to her thighs and it looked like his fingers were inside her vagina. She was definitely wet; I was sure of it. My wife tried to push his hand away, but she didn't have the strength. I saw her shout something, but the loud music drowned it out.

Looking at Weiwei, her hot pants were pulled down to her knees, and her afro was throbbing behind her—he was probably penetrating her. Weiwei wasn't resisting at all; she seemed to be responding, her beautiful body throbbing with pleasure. The guy behind my wife seemed inspired and also unzipped his pants. At that moment, I hesitated. I wanted to rush over and pull my wife away, but my inner desire was for that guy to insert his thing into her vagina and thrust forcefully.

I watched as that guy's hand moved around down below my wife's body, probably trying to position his penis for penetration. My wife struggled to resist. Just then, I saw a few staff members, who looked like they were from a slow-rock bar, squeeze through the crowd. The guy was about to succeed when one of the staff members said something to him, and both he and the guy with the afro stopped.
The guy with the afro gave Weiwei a slip of paper, probably with a phone number, which Weiwei slipped into her hot pants pocket. She didn't even zip up her hot pants, and then pulled my wife towards our booth. I quickly sat back down, pretending to play a drinking game with Xiao Mao. Xiao Mao whispered to me, "I saw it too, wasn't it great?"

They came back and sat down. I could see my wife was still shaken, but they didn't say anything, just kept drinking, probably to calm her nerves. But my wife doesn't drink much, and she had already drunk a lot, so after a while she slumped onto the table.

Xiao Mao said to me lewdly, "Now's the time, how about we take turns?" I said, "Isn't it too conspicuous here? What if we get caught?" Weiwei said, "Don't worry, no one will find out from this spot." She had me sit down, unzipped my pants, and exposed my penis, which was already rock hard.

At this moment, Weiwei actually did something even bolder: she took off her top, pulled down her shorts, and sat half-naked on my lap. I touched Weiwei's large breasts, and Weiwei's lower body kept sliding, rubbing her labia against my penis very quickly. Xiao Mao even took out his phone and started taking pictures.

Because I was stimulated by what had just happened, and also wanted to see Xiao Mao and his wife make love as soon as possible, I cooperated with Weiwei vigorously, wanting to finish quickly. Unexpectedly, before I could finish, Weiwei stood up, left me, and said, "Let them go first, otherwise you won't be as excited after you ejaculate." I thought about it and she was right. If I ejaculated and calmed down, I might not be able to let go.

Xiao Mao cleared the table, then surprisingly picked up his wife and placed her on it. Weiwei stood beside the table, blocking the view of the dance floor from us, and danced facing us. Just then, the pole dancing performance on the stage began. A scantily clad female dancer went up to perform, drawing everyone's attention. With Weiwei's cover, Xiao Mao pulled his wife's skirt up to her armpits, exposing her entire body.
Xiao Mao spread his wife's legs; her genitals were wet, her vagina slightly open. He licked it first, then rubbed her clitoris with two fingers, increasing the frequency. His wife's genitals actually moved. I saw his wife slightly raise her head, but couldn't see who was touching her. Then, her senses were clouded by the pleasurable sensation. When Xiao Mao inserted two fingers into his wife's vagina, she began to moan softly.
I went over and took one of her nipples into my mouth. She looked at me, and I kissed her, swirling my tongue in her mouth. She softly wrapped her arms around my neck, and I supported her head with both hands. When I held her firmly with both hands, my wife seemed to notice something, her eyes widening slightly. At that moment, Xiao Mao inserted his penis into her vagina and began thrusting in and out like a piston. My wife immediately realized it wasn't me having sex with her, but the kissing and finger stimulation from above, combined with Xiao Mao's rapid thrusting, kept her too excited to resist.

After about five minutes, Weiwei came over, lifted my wife's upper body, and sat her in a corner, allowing Xiao Mao to penetrate her from the front. Weiwei held my wife's legs with both hands, while Xiao Mao kissed Weiwei and penetrated my wife. I was so excited I wanted to masturbate. Weiwei saw this, and since Xiao Mao was also struggling in this position, Weiwei lifted my wife and stood up. I really admired her strength.

Weiwei placed her wife's buttocks halfway up the table, letting Xiao Mao stand upright and insert. Then, I stood behind Weiwei and penetrated her. Soon, the moans of the two beauties rose and fell. If it weren't for the music, their cries would have been heard by half the people in the slow-rock bar. However, this meant that the situation could be seen from the dance floor. I nervously glanced towards the dance floor, but found there was nothing to worry about. The performer's upper body was painted, but her nipples weren't. Everyone was completely captivated by her, and no one noticed our actions.

At this moment, Xiao Mao's face began to contort, and his movements changed from a high-speed frequency to pulling out a lot, then thrusting all the way in, pausing for half a second, repeating, and then holding still. I knew he had ejaculated. I pulled out from Weiwei, switched Xiao Mao's position, and thrust forcefully dozens of times, ejaculating inside my wife as well.

By this time, my wife had had several orgasms; she was very wet, her anus was slippery, and when I pulled out, I tried to insert it into her back door. My wife tensed up, suddenly seeming to snap out of it, and hugged me tightly, startling me so much I quickly pulled out. She then slumped back down onto Weiwei. Xiao Mao saw my actions and tried to imitate me, attempting to insert his penis into my wife's anus, but after several tries, he couldn't get it right; his penis had gone soft.

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