Tracy Flashing at the Bar

Tracy glanced across the room and gave a little coy smile before averting her eyes from the men who were gazing back at her. She knew exactly why they were taking an interest in her and the excitement of it all caused her to take in a deep breath that pushed her ample breasts ever so tighter against the thin silky material of her blouse.

Tracy was well aware that the dark red circle that surrounded her now erect nipples would be visible to all against the harsh lights of this corner of the bar. The short flared skirt did little to hide her stocking tops and the seat she had chosen to sit on was not near a table that offered her lower body some form of cover.

All this was not through sheer carelessness; this was Tracy being at her most daring after a bottle of wine. Andrew sat next to her asked if she wanted another drink then rose to move to the bar. Tracy saw the men across the room now take the opportunity to be less discreet and felt their eyes examining every inch of her body while their facial expressions betrayed the lewd and lustful thoughts that ran through their minds. Tracy blushed but was brave enough to look back and give them all a little shy smile that almost broke out into a giggle. One man licked his lips in an exaggerated way letting her know he desired her; she laughed again before looking away. Then, feeling very adventurous and wicked she shuffled her legs about making her thighs part and displayed for a few long seconds, the gusset of her white panties. Almost in unison the men drew in deep breaths and cleared their throats as they enjoyed the spectacle. It was enough to attract the attention of Andrew who was still waiting at the bar to be served with drinks.

Just in time he too witnessed part of the show through the mirror at the back of the counter. He felt a thrill watching how Tracy endeavored to make it all look so accidental and innocent.In fact it was her plan innocence with her shy smiles and giggles that helped give the situation an air of erotic sensuality. It wouldn't be quite the same, thought the man, if she was blatantly flinging her legs open to all and sundry.

Careful not to spoil the event Andrew watched discreetly through the mirror noting how vulnerable she seemed under the lustful scrutiny of the band of men. Tracy smiled again at the men who by now must have been confused wondering why this delectable woman hadn't noticed just how much leg she was showing and had not covered up.

Bringing the drinks back to the table Andrew excused him self and disappeared to the Gents. He knew full well that the men, still watching every move they made, would be hoping for more visual delights and he felt his cock twitch as he pictured the scene. Holding his cock as he stood the cubical he felt it growing and stiffening as his arousal grew.

Of course he was right to assume what Tracy's actions would be. Fiddling in her bag she moved around causing her knickers to become visible and leaning forward she gave an excellent view of her cleavage as a blouse button suddenly popped open. Tracy knew what effect she was having and peeped up to secretly check out the fronts of her audience's trousers. She almost began to shake a little when she saw the outline of more than one interested penis!

Andrew was still standing in the cubical wanking hard at the vision of his wife, barely able to control himself returned to find Tracy already rising from her seat to attend to the same call of nature. She walked slowly and nervously because she knew she had to almost brush past the men to reach the door that led into the corridor. They liked her even more close up and she saw their eyes peer down her top and mentally undress her. She was very conscious of how her nipples stuck out and caught all of the men become fixated with her breasts that wobbled slightly as she walked. Her path was just a little blocked making her stop and as she turned to squeeze past sideways one of the men spoke to her.

"You're a very sexy looking lady!" he grinned before eying her from head to toe making no pretense at what he was focusing on.

His friends unanimously agreed making Tracy's cheeks flush bright red. She hadn't expected such close contact and wasn't quite ready for it yet. The conversation went on and Tracy nervously answered their questions telling them all about her self – or at least certain little mundane things. The men sometimes embarrassed her sometimes positively shocked her with their forthright sexual comments. Suddenly she became aware that she had been away from Andrew for perhaps too long and escaped just in time to avoid answering the next question.

"So – what is a girl like you doing in a joint like this? We haven't seen you here before.

Did your boyfriend bring you here?"

"It's not my boyfriend," she explained shyly, "It's my husband.

Sorry, I'll have to go now."When she did eventually return to her table the men had gone.

Andrew quietly asked, "What did they say to you?"

"Well, they asked if it was our first time here because they hadn't seen us before."

The corny line was nevertheless a very relevant question – just why were they drinking in what was a down market and rather dumpy establishment? Why would Tracy have found it difficult to answer the question honestly?

Well, after being married for 15 years they often talked in bed about what turned them both on. Like many other couples, in an effort to stop their sex life becoming stale they had had 'the talk'. Now at thirty-three and thirty six years old they were becoming conscious that the years fly by and life's routine sometimes makes for a very boring existence.

In short, the outcome of it was that to the surprise of them both Andrew, the husband had expressed an interest in tales and stories of wife watching. He had admitted that on more than one occasion he watched guys checkout her tits through a gappy or low cut top. Andrew sat up in bed embarrassed at his admission but it was quickly turned into a breathtaking shock when Tracy revealed that she would be quite willing to exhibit herself when the opportunity arose. She too got a thrill from showing off to men especially in the office and if she hadn't been so shy or scared about what would happen if Andrew had caught her being naughty would happily have become quite the exhibitionist. There was one flash at the office where the lucky recipient got full on view of Tracy's tits swinging in her bra as she leaned across a desk for a signature, it excited her so much she couldn't resist running off to the closest toilet to play with herself until she came.

Tracy then told Andrew that on one occasion she had answered the door to the Postman and purposely let her dressing gown fall right open as she signed a delivery book and let it remain open on full view, naked, both tits out and pussy there in full view until the book was signed, as soon as the door was shut Tracy feel to the floor and masturbated in the hallway until she came several times.

Andrew nearly choked, it was so serial, was he dreaming? It was several days before he got his head round it all. There were aspects of his wife's character that he knew nothing about which both scared and thrilled him.

After their confessions and several hours of the hottest sex they both agreed they should seek a little adventure and excitement. They would go out with Tracy dressed to thrill and she would flash her body in front of men. It would be in they're own area and so they chose a bar up Town. It was much less daunting then a long drive to some distant haunt, and Tracy would be less self-conscious and of course they may need a quick get a way. This way if she could dress sluttish or very daring it was best in a place where it would almost be expected - a place where such women, sluts fit in easily.

The place they choose felt comfortable and having after walking the area looking for similar bars they had returned to this bar purely because of it's dimly lit ambiance.

A point of discussion between them was "Is it sexier to wear a very tight short skirt that rides up the thigh and shows off her bum to its best advantage or like on this night a short flared skirt that, when she dances, as she sometimes did, would billow up and display her scant underwear." Now, on this special night when they went out each article of clothing, bra, top, stockings, was chosen with sex and slut appeal in mind and its potential to attract the attention of other men.

Andrew and Tracy had worked their way into a sexual frenzy just talking about it and when Andrew witnessed her actually showing off to men the pleasure he felt was beyond belief. As yet though, in the pursuit of their hobby there had been no contact with other men other than a few small comments – but that was about to change.

"They told me I looked very sexy and had an great figure," Tracy informed her husband excitedly but shyly.

"They made me blush because they said I had turned them on and it would show when they stood to leave. One of them actually pointed down to the bulge in his trousers!"

As she related the rest of the conversation to Andrew both were starting to feel the excitement building up though Andrew was a little concerned about his wife's willingness to stay and chat with the men.

"Did you enjoy being so close to them after letting them see up your skirt? Did it turn you on?" he asked.

"Yes," answered Tracy without any hesitation.

"They told me they are going on to that club in the next street call The Disco Lounge. They suggested we should try it – go along later."

Andrew felt a surge of jealousy and apprehension thinking of how quickly and easily his wife had become intimate with these complete strangers. What would she be like if she was here without him, he wondered?

"Do you want to go then?" he inquired.

"It might be fun," she replied.

Again Andrew felt his nerves tighten realizing that his usually shy wife wanted to see the men again, the men she had just purposely sexually teased and displayed her knickers to. This had never happened before; she had never wanted to pursue the naughty games with the same men or man and certainly not been brave enough to stand and chat with them too!

"If we go......and they are there.......will you be teasing them again....flashing for them?"

"Why do you ask?" Tracy said. "If the chance is there and it seems OK to do it then probably yes. Isn't that why we're here – what we're enjoying doing?"

"Yeah, it's just that you've never done it for the same men twice, and after having talked to them too. Maybe they'll think you've followed them and want something more."

"So wont that make it more exciting - for us I mean? I'm not going to just walk up to them and say, 'Hey it's me again!' am I? They may not even notice we are there anyway."

"We'll go to the club then!" Andrew blurted out before gulping down his drink. Tracy's face lit up with obvious excitement.

The music was a mixture of blues and jazz that fitted well with the tacky and drab decor. This was a back street club for back street people and Andrew looked warily around the room peering into the dark dingy recesses. Every few seconds a face peered out from the gloom, usually the face of a rough and hard drinking man who obviously made his living using his big hands and muscles. Whether that work was likely to be considered legal or industrious Andrew felt could leave room for doubt.

"Maybe we are out of our depth here," suggested Tracy.

"We'll have a drink and see how it goes...but you could be right." Andrew showed his nervousness.

For a while they sat at a table in a quiet corner watching the handful of dancers that had responded to the now more upbeat tunes. The place was barely half full but given that various groups were huddled away in little cubicles and enclaves with high back seats it was difficult to tell. The lights were turned down too so when a waiter approached with two more glasses the couple only noticed him when he spoke.

"The guy's over in the opposite corner send their regards," he told them slamming the drinks down before quickly disappearing again.

After a hurried consideration both decided it would be better to accept and drink the stuff so not to cause offense. Andrew strained his eyes trying to see who exactly had been so hospitable. His question was answered a minute later when a well-built man approached.

"Hello again, OK if I ask your wife for a dance?"

A short silence was followed by Andrew stuttering his permission and without actually being asked the question Tracy rose from her seat and allowed the man to guide her to the floor. Now Andrew saw more faces appear from the corner as men leaned forward to 'clock' Tracy in her little flared short mini skirt.

Rock and roll classics filled the air and Tracy showed off her ability to Dance. She was good and so was the man, in fact out of the dozen or so people on the floor they were the ones who stood out. Though to the men in the corner and to others similarly placed it also had something to do with the way Tracy's skirt took off when she twirled. Through the dim light Andrew could still see the view his wife was giving the watching men. He could also see the lustful grins on their faces as her dancing partner moved them closer to the corner table. It went on, the dance finished and Tracy stayed chatting to the man between tracks before they moved again. They danced with great lust and they became hot and messy. Andrew knew because he saw Tracy undo several of her top buttons to show the silky glow of her white perspiring bosoms. In spite of her bra being low cut the edges of her cups could still be seen. Andrew's cock rose to the occasion as every time his wife spun round the naked flesh of her upper thighs contrasting with her dark stocking tops made her look most delectable.

Then they were gone, for an instant Andrew had taken his eyes away and she was no longer there!

With eyes flitting around the room he felt panic setting in. She hadn't passed him to go to the ladies toilet so where was she?

"We wondered if you'd like to join us over there in the corner." The man who had slithered down unseen next to Andrew startled him.

"Your wife's over there at our table – she wasn't sure whether you would want to come over – so I'm here to ask." The man sounded intimidating even though polite which alarmed Andrew even more.

His lips moved but no words came out causing the guy to smile at his dilemma, then the man spoke again.

"Look mate, we can see you are a man who likes to see his wife enjoy life and have fun with others – know what I'm saying? Come over and we can all have a good time!" Andrew's instinct was to deny what the man was implying and he was a little embarrassed that they had been so obviously transparent and indiscreet.

"Can't sit here on your own, pal – follow me!"

He did, and during the couple of seconds it took for Tracy to see her husband had arrived he took in a lot.

She was laughing merrily, the center of attention amongst the group of six men. Two either side of her and two sat more or less in front she was positioned slightly back from the table so all could see from her head to her foot. She was on display and it hadn't been accidental. The hem of her skirt was almost folded across her tummy showing just the faintest glimpse of the front of her panties. The disarranged blouse was still unbuttoned more than it should have been and now as she was hot from dancing it clung tightly to her breasts accentuating her nipples. A man held her hand – in place on his upper thigh.

They all laughed at a witty remark then Tracy looked up losing her smile for a second. She was seeking knowledge on whether her husband approved – and was as happy as she was. Andrew felt just a little uneasy at seeing his wife's unconcern of this close contact and too his shock she made no attempt to remove her hand from the man's thigh.

"Sit down mate'!" said a voice from the table. "We told your wife not to be a spoilsport and keep pulling her skirt down.

We all agreed she should let us have a better look at her amazing body from close up. Those sexy legs are the best I've seen here in a long time! And my, don't we all love to see girl's in stockings, not tights!"

When one of the others reminded them they should not forget to mention her lovely tits all grinned and agreed making Tracy blush and giggle. Though, as Andrew noticed again, she seemed to really be enjoying it all. Feeling nervous even though everyone patted him on the back and shook his hand he sat quietly listening to the men discus his wife's attributes as they sat gawping lewdly at her. Tracy, in turn, answered their silly questions and responded shyly between her bouts of giggling and little girl glances. Sometimes she caught the eye of her husband and seemed a little anxious for a sign but then the next comment would make her giggle again and she would look away.

Obligingly she moved her legs around first stretching one out then bending it fully making the men hopeful they would catch a better glimpse of her panties.

"Go on," pleaded one man, "Just let those knees spread a little wider!"

Andrew was shocked at how outright they were, each trying to out do the others sexual innuendos. Andrew knew that this is what he fantasized about but now it was here for real a certain uncertainty was trying to cloud his judgment. Tracy giggled loudly and drew a deep breath pretending to be outraged – but she loved it and was excited by it. She looked over to Andrew for approval and fighting excitement with reality gave a gentle nod. Tracy turned away looking coy and nervous as she let her thighs part slowly and using her spare hand actually pushed her skirt just a little higher! Not all the way but enough to expose that sensuous little triangle of cloth. Again she giggled telling the men that all this was very naughty and she shouldn't be doing it!

After a while Andrew detected a little movement in her forearm. He was probably the only one now who didn't have a full view of where her other hand was but his imagination told him that it was no longer sat resting on the man's thigh. Now he noticed a change in her facial expression and saw in her eyes a look of surprise and shock even though she still giggled and smiled.

Her laughter sounded strained and she glanced at her husband as though someone had just pinched her bottom. A certain air of fear, alarm at what might happen next could be read on her face. Then, as she decided to simple go with the flow she seemed to avoid Andrew's glance and let her eyes flit in every direction before staring at the floor. Her breathing too had become strained and deeper causing her chest to heave. She was in deep excitement Andrew knew that look.

A big bloke was in the way and Andrew couldn't see to Tracy's right hand side. Still her arm moved rhythmically but slowly up and down, to and fro. Andrew couldn't stand it any longer and stood up from his chair. His sudden movement alerted the men something was amiss but they did nothing waiting for his next move. They knew full well what had caused his wife's astonishment.

Andrew looked down to see his wife's hand being held between the guys legs with his erection almost bursting the zip of his trousers He was doing the actions stimulating his penis by holding the Tracy's fingers in place across his trousers and around his shaft. Instinctively Tracy, on seeing her husband's attitude tried to withdraw her arm but was held firm.

"Relax baby, its fine! We are having fun here, no need to worry."

It all happened very quickly and Andrew was just finding the right words to say when he was told to sit down. The big man in front of him spoke softly but with menace in his voice.