I'm having trouble because my husband is a pervert who loves to show my embarrassing appearance to others. Despite being petite, I have quite large breasts. So when I'm with my husband, he says things like, "I want to show off your big breasts to everyone." When we meet with friends, he insists, "Wear something that shows your cleavage." And when we go to the beach in the summer, he insists on a bikini, preferably a revealing one like a triangle top. Well, I do like bikinis, and I feel happy when people say my chest is beautiful, so that's fine. But recently, I had an embarrassing experience that went too far because of my husband's orders. It happened when about five of my husband's friends came over for a party. I was the only woman, so I did the shopping, cooked, and prepared everything. My husband asked me to wear something cute and sexy, so I wore a cute slip as a tunic with jeans underneath. I also wore a cute bra that was meant to be seen. So, my upper body was basically just underwear, but it was a cute slip with frills that wasn't too see-through, so it looked like a mini dress. But when the men saw me, they seemed to find it sexy and said, "Samantha, you look sexy today." I wore the slip with loose straps, so my bra was almost completely visible, but I thought it was cute, so it was okay. I was with my husband, and it was his request. The party was really fun and lively, and my husband was in his room, drinking faster than usual, and seemed more drunk than usual. The room got really hot, and when I said, "It's hot," fanning myself with my hand, my husband said, "Samantha, it's hot, isn't it? Why don't you take off your jeans?" He said, "You're wearing a dress on top, so it won't look weird. Take them off." Then everyone got excited and started clapping, saying, "We want to see Samantha's bare legs." I said, "No, stop it," but my husband was already into it, saying, "I'm not telling you to take everything off. Just take off your jeans and show everyone your legs." Everyone started making a fuss, and I thought, "Oh well," and went to the bathroom to take off my jeans. But once I took off my jeans, I was just in a slip, bra, and panties, which was really embarrassing. I said, "No, I don't want to," but my husband came and pulled me out. When I came out in front of everyone, there was a big round of applause, and I realized I was in my underwear in front of men other than my husband, which was quite daring, but I thought, "Oh well." Someone said, "Samantha, you're totally okay. You're not sleazy, just cute. I wish I had a wife like you," and I felt a bit flattered. But then my husband's mischief began. He reached around my back and unhooked my bra. He did this when I was leaning over the table to serve food or pour drinks, playing naughty tricks. When I bent forward, defenseless, he unhooked my bra, so I'm sure the person in front of me saw my breasts exposed. I hit my husband, saying, "No, what are you doing?" but he found it amusing and kept playing tricks. I think everyone saw my breasts. My husband even said, "Samantha, everyone has seen them, so just take off your bra." But someone said, "Samantha, you have really beautiful breasts, nice shape, and they're big, so there's nothing to be embarrassed about," and I felt a bit happy. After a while, everyone got quite drunk and started falling asleep, and I was sitting on my husband's bed when he came up behind me and hugged me, saying, "Samantha, you were really cute today, and I was so happy," and kissed me. I thought, "You showed my breasts to everyone," but I love my husband's kisses, so I kissed him back over my shoulder. My husband seemed quite excited, and it turned into a deep kiss with tongues entwined. He unhooked my bra with one hand, quickly slipped the straps off my arms, and took off my bra. I said, "Oh, no, there are people here," but he said, "They're all drunk and won't wake up," and slipped the straps of my slip down. My breasts were now fully exposed, and my husband was fondling them from behind. He knows exactly how to make me feel good, so he was teasing all the right spots. I couldn't think about the other people in the room anymore, and I was moaning. My husband's right hand moved down to my thigh and lifted the hem of my slip. My pale pink panties were visible. While caressing me, he whispered in my ear, "Spread your legs." I'm really weak to this kind of thing and couldn't resist, so I spread my legs wide. His hand moved from my thigh to my sensitive area over my panties. The timing and duration of his caresses were perfect, and then his fingers slipped inside my panties. His fingers entered me. I let out a loud, erotic moan, "Ah, ah, ah." His fingers moved more vigorously, and I leaned back against him, surrendering my body. By this time, I was probably moaning loudly. "Ah, ah, ah, ah." My husband said, "Samantha, I want to enter you. Turn this way." I said, "No, not in front of everyone," but he said, "It's okay, they're all drunk and won't wake up," and continued to caress me intensely. I couldn't resist anymore. He turned me towards him, opened the front of his jeans, and took out his thing. "Wow," I said, even though I was used to seeing it. I faced him and sat on top of him as if being held. "Ah, ah, ah," I moaned as he entered me. It felt a bit bigger than usual, maybe it was just my imagination? We don't usually do this position, so I felt like a really naughty wife and felt incredibly aroused. My husband said, "Move your hips yourself," so I moved a little, and it felt amazing. I must have been shaking my hair wildly. Then my husband started thrusting from below, and I screamed (or at least I thought I did). "Ah, ah, ah," I climaxed while being held in his arms. My husband wasn't done yet, and even though I was panting, he kept thrusting from below. I hugged his head and pressed my breasts against his face. "Samantha, I'm going to come," he said, laying me on the bed, pulling out, and ejaculating on my face. I took his still twitching thing into my mouth and licked it all over, cleaning it until it calmed down. Finally, my husband's excitement subsided, and I sat up on the bed, startled. I had forgotten everyone was there. I had sex in front of others, even if they were asleep. And now my face was covered with my husband's stuff, dripping from my lips. If someone saw me like this, I'd die of embarrassment! I hurriedly grabbed my discarded bra and panties and ran to the bathroom. After a while, I acted as if nothing had happened, adjusted my clothes (though it was just underwear), put on my jeans, and started cleaning up. Somehow, everyone started waking up, chatting, and some were still drinking. Then someone said, "Shall we head home?" and everyone stood up. I said, "I had fun, let's do it again," with a big smile, seeing off my husband's friends. "Yeah, I had a great time too. Hearing Samantha's sexy voice, I almost came when she did," someone said. "Yeah, just hearing her voice got me really excited. At the end, when she was doing it with her mouth, that erotic scene is burned into my memory," another said. "Really, I can't believe cute Samantha got so wild. I'm jealous of him," someone else said. "Samantha's breasts are really beautiful and sexy from the side. They're perky and like rocket boobs. I totally understand why he always wanted to show them off," another added. I was stunned. They were all awake and saw everything. They saw me being embraced by my husband and climaxing. Unbelievable... no way. Later, I confronted my husband, asking if he knew, but he just said, "I didn't know they were awake." It felt like a planned crime... But somehow, even though I was really embarrassed, I was also really happy that everyone said it was great, and I felt incredibly conflicted. My husband completely had his way with me, but I got excited too, so I think I'll forgive him.

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