This is a netizen his wife encountered things, I have organized her experience after posting, to provide you with reference. If you have other experiences, please let me know and I will write one for you, but the premise is that it must be true!
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The floor-to-ceiling windows in front of the automatic door opening and closing rhythm, it has been three days, that a headless phone call in the end who is calling? Thinking about this matter, the heart is always unsettled, not to mention concentrating on work!
Three days ago, near the noon break, suddenly the extension rang, and the man on the other end of the line said with a deliberately decorated husky voice: “Oh! Is it almost Christmas? It’s red!” And then the line went dead.
Naturally, I was alarmed and couldn’t help but look around to see if someone was playing a prank on me. I saw other bankers leaving their seats one after another for lunch, not like a call from a colleague inside the bank, and the replacement lady from the neighboring counter just arrived, so I explained some matters to her and prepared to go out for lunch.
As I was leaving the house, the phone on my desk rang again, and when I answered it, it was him again! He said, “Did you let your husband fuck you last night?”
I was a bit surprised at how he knew… but my experience tells me that when dealing with sexual harassment calls like this, it’s best to respond to them in a serious manner: “Sir, who are you looking for?”
No words came from that end, but there was a strange and dull wheezing sound, and I’m married, so I probably knew what it belonged to.
Just when I felt uncomfortable and wanted to hang up, he spoke up and said, “How come you only come when you’re on top?”
I immediately hung up the phone and explained that after the lady at the neighboring counter answered the phone for me, I went out immediately almost by fleeing!
It was also close to the lunch break now, so I walked across the street to the noodle store in faith for lunch, and shortly after I sat down my cell phone rang, and honestly I was a little intimidated to answer it. I hesitated, but answered it, and it was him! He said, “Why are your windows closed so tight?”
I was a little angry, but I kept my composure: “Sir, do you have the wrong number?”
He said, “Why are your feet spread so wide when you’re eating noodles?”
I looked down and realized that I was so focused on listening to the phone that my knees, which should be closed, were really slightly open at this point. This was really non-trivial! This guy must be around! I pressed on and looked around, trying to locate him, but the line went dead on the other end. I was so angry! This bowl of noodles is so tasteless!
Back to the company, the neighboring counter lady told me that a customer is anxious to find me, she gave him my cell phone number, I blame her a little, but I can not help but begin to think: what is this all about?
I’m a working man, and after work I’m an ordinary housewife with a family of three, and that’s it! It’s really ordinary, so ordinary that I forget how I look? How do I dress? Room sex with my husband has also become a formulaic action. I can’t imagine that these things that I myself am not very impressed with, that anyone would pay attention to, no!
I should say: someone was bored enough to peep!
Suddenly I had a thought in my mind: who the hell is it?
I actually don’t really want to talk to my husband about it, after 9 years of marriage, I have changed from a delicate young girl to a working woman who burns the candle at both ends, the lingering enthusiasm of the newlywed period also diminishes with the pressure of life, what things as long as they get by, life is so, work is so, the family is so, and even the house is so! And this incident is just like a stone thrown into a calm lake, stirring up a ripple, also attracted my attention.
As far as I could surmise, he lived in my neighborhood and would have been in the direction opposite my bedroom, but when I looked in my direction, there were only two apartment buildings, one tall and one short, and the shorter one was lower than mine and shouldn’t be able to see me, so it was the taller one, but it was that one that was hard to beat.
My cell phone is not turned on when I get home on weekdays, I started turning it on after work but turning it off before my husband gets home. My husband runs a factory and comes home late, the kids are with my in-laws, and my husband will bring the kids home after work, so this gap is my housework time, and it’s during this time that I think he must be spying on me! I just stopped closing the windows and even left the curtains open!
A few days later, my cell phone did ring, and it was him! His voice was still hoarse and low and he said, “You’re home?”
I went straight to the window sill and looked out and asked, “Who are you? Are you across the street?”
He was noncommittal, and perhaps he was surprised at my bluntness.
I asked, “Are you that much of a pain in the ass? Do you just hide in the dark and harass people?”
He said with a nervous stammer, “I’m not harassing you.”
I was so angry! I said, “You’re spying on me, it’s boring! And you’re not harassing me?”
He was silent for a while before saying, “I just saw you by accident, who told you not to be careful with portals?”
I started to get a little angry, and even more incredibly, I had an urge inside me, an urge to expose the evil mirror hider and tease him in return! So I started to tell him, in a soft voice that I hadn’t used in a long time, that I really didn’t know when I had leaked my springtime? I’m really sorry if this caused him any distress. And ask him to tell me in which direction he probably was? How high up did he see me? More importantly, what did he see?
His next response surprised me even more!
He said: he was looking at me through binoculars, he had seen me undressed, naked after a shower, rubbing lotion, wearing a bra, panties, stockings, I have seen me wearing lingerie to please my boring husband. I couldn’t hold my head up: he asked me if my husband wasn’t interested in me anymore. What made me want to bang my head against the wall was that he had seen us in every position we had ever been in. The last few words took away my last shred of dignity: he had seen me masturbating!
Whoo! Oh, my God! No wonder he violated me on the phone without formality, and hearing him rattle off the most intimate parts of my life one by one just cracked me up!
The more I listened to the more sad, tears in the eye frame kept rolling, I kept explaining: “you see everything is my personal privacy, I usually do not dress modestly? What are you doing? I did not provoke you!”
Instead, he explained to me in an unusually gentle tone that he actually did not want to make any unfavorable attempts against me, but that he was very surprised to see a good woman’s home reality, as well as an ordinary woman’s physiological needs are so natural and so unobtrusive! He was so moved by this that all the bad ideas he had in mind were replaced.
I listened to him explain his opinion, simply put the truth, really angry and funny, the mood is not so bad, on the contrary, I have a kind of inexplicable throbbing. I can’t help but imagine, when I was undressing, further with my pillow warm intercourse, far away from the dark place has a pair of greedy eyes is peeping at my naked body, my face can’t help but start to produce erotic sexual heat, I don’t dare to touch my lower body, because I know that it is bound to be flooded constantly now!
I began to think that he was not like the usual dirty and obscene peeping tom, but on the contrary, because his eyes stayed on my body for a longer time than my husband’s, and he was more attentive to my every move, and even a kind of secret love for me. Although his motives were not good, his sincere words were like an irresistible psychedelic drug to me, a woman whose mind had long been dead, and he dismembered me inch by inch, inside and out, like an erotic killer. Thus, I fell into the trap of a virtual affair.
He then asked me to do what he asked me to do in his direction, which I unbelievably did! I know it was illogical for me to do so, but if you have continued to read this far, it shows that you too have fallen into this illogical situation at the same time as I did.
I remember it was dusk with a reddish hue in the sky, and he guided me to make a mental act of infidelity, he asked me to untie my hair, put down my shoulder length hair, and asked me to take the hairbrush and comb it slowly, and I also cooperated with him, combing my hair very slowly, and I remembered that no one had ever watched me combing my hair carefully, and the more I combed it the more comfortable it became, and the more I enjoyed the triangular relationship of the hairbrush with the hair and the scalp.
Then he asked me to take off my jacket, to solve the constraints of the work suit, pull open the bow at the neckline, and undo all the buttons one by one. At that moment, I saw my reflection in the window: long hair, half-breasted, knee-length skirt, showing off my waist. I didn’t realize that there was something so charming and charming about me now, and I couldn’t help but think of the time when the manager of the branch was in the elevator with me, and the way my new co-worker, Chan, had spied on me underneath my skirt when I was sitting on the sofa across from him in the manager’s office… So that was it!
He wanted me to open the buttons of my skirt at the back of my waist (oh my god! He even knew that), pull down the zipper and remove the skirt, now in the glass I had only my shirt to cover me, I was so nervous and shy! He asked me to pull down the pantyhose from the waist, I did so step by step, and when the pantyhose came down to my thighs, he asked me to sit on the edge of the bed and take them off slowly, and I asked him: “Can you see it this way?” He said, “Yes.” (I’m sure he lives higher than me!) He asked me not to raise my ankles, but to bend down and remove my pantyhose, and I asked why. I asked him why, and he said that I could see my breasts in my shirt and bra being pulled by gravity. (What a thief!) After removing the pantyhose, he said, “It’s a beautiful yellow color!” I said, “What’s so pretty about such a conservative style?” He said, “You know why? It’s because I’m not your husband!” (I don’t understand!) He asked me to lie on the bed, then changed his mind and asked me to lie on my side. I was worried that someone might see me, but he said, “Maybe!” If he had binoculars…
“Good boy~! Don’t be afraid! I’ll protect you more than your husband!” He wanted me to close my eyes, he wanted to “borrow” my hand, he wanted me to take my hand as his.
“Now I’m going to touch your ears, your earlobes, behind your ears, your neck, your throat, your eyes, your nose, your lips, going to nibble on my fingers as I nudge my fingers on your chin and slowly slide them up to your shoulders, ooohhhh yes! From the open neckline, I reach in and touch your bare shoulders. I touch the straps of your bra. I’m touching the straps of your bra. I’m slowly moving down the straps, and my palms are touching your breasts, and then I’m moving down again! Whoo~! I can feel your cups. I want to touch your other side again, is that okay?”
(I can’t believe my mouth said, “Yes!”)
When he got my permission, he touched it: “Wow, 34B, right?”
(Go! How do you know the SIZE when my husband doesn’t even know it?) “Can I stick it in?”
(Uh-huh.)
(to be continued)