Coming home from school one day, my wife saw a couple: she was trying to hold down her skirt, which was blowing in the wind, and he was holding her hands to stop her. It was clear she was ashamed, while he wanted others to see her. My wife felt her pussy getting wet and wished she were in the place of that woman who, against her will, was forced to show herself to passersby. No one could accuse her of being a whore because she was forced to do so. Thus, she discovered her exhibitionist nature.