Tried It. Liked It!

One night a few years ago I took my wife to the pub. She wore a new skirt that at first she refused to put on saying she had made a mistake, as it was far too short and tight. It was thin, summer wear, made of cotton and clingy that at the time was fashionable. I persuaded her to keep it on which wasn't easy because she was by nature quite shy and introverted. Convincing her that she wasn't showing any more leg than most other women I told her that she looked great and said not to worry about it.

We had been in the pub an hour when I noticed she was getting lots of attention from several men at the bar and a group of lads; then I realised that as they could see across the room, and as Carol was sat more or less between tables, that they could see right up between her legs, her skirt having clung to her thighs and ridden right up. She seemed unaware as we were talking to friends so I never mentioned it but instead went to get fresh drinks and looked for myself. I felt excited immediately because her knickers were clearly on view to all.

It wasn't only that though that got me in a flutter. Carol is not very tall or big boned but she has quite big well-rounded firm tits. With her pants and plenty of panty-clad thighs showing her white tight top completed the outfit making her look really like a sexy slut. I got the round of drinks and went back to my seat struggling to keep my mind on the conversation. Another hour later I glanced round at my wife and caught her lifting her head and actually smiling at the men who were ogling her; she knew very well what was interesting them. If I had any doubts they were immediately dispelled when I saw her smile toward them again then at the same time she peered down to see how much she was showing and purposely let her leg sway and left her knees apart more than they had been before. She wriggled her hips to get comfortable giving her the chance to turn full on to the group of men giving them a better view, then she actually looked down and checked what she was flashing before lifting her head, looking straight at them and giving a wicked grin!

When we got home she thought I was in a funny mood and went off to bed before me. I thought about what I had witnessed and it had an effect on me; I took out my cock and picturing in my head the view the men must have seen I began to masturbate, closing my eyes. Carol came downstairs and walked in on me.

"Why are you doing that down here? Why haven't you come to bed?"

"I saw what you did," I told her, "In the pub! I saw you let your skirt ride up to show your knickers to the men at the bar."

"I told you it was too short!" she argued, "It was bound to ride up."

"I saw you doing it on purpose – I saw you smile at them then show them more!"

I spoke very calmly and wasn't angry.

She was nervous and embarrassed not to mention surprised at being caught out like that; but she didn't deny any of it.

"That doesn't tell me why you're doing that down here," she said sheepishly.

I was honest with her too, "It made me feel excited watching you do it – it's turned me on – a lot!"

"Oh my god!" she said breathlessly and now she was even more sheepish and embarrassed. "I don't know why I did it!"

"Sit on the chair!" I said pointing opposite to my seat. "Pull your skirt up – just like it was in the pub!"

She reluctantly hitched up her skirt but kept her knees together. "Show me how you opened your legs – show me exactly what you did for the men at the bar."

Carol covered her face but let one hand rest on the hem of her skirt. She moved her bottom and let her knees part at the same time she slowly pulled her tight skirt up her thighs, until it gave her even more movement and freedom to let her leg swing wider showing all of the gusset of her panties. I hadn't been aware that she had gone so far and actually used her hand to make it ride up more than was accidental.

"Come here!" I demanded, still pulling my cock.

She came and sat next to me not looking me in the eye.

"Did the men see you helping it along with your hands?"

She nodded.

"Would they have known it was especially for them?"

"Yes," she said, "I suppose I made it pretty obvious."

"Did it turn you on – when you were doing it?"

She bit her nails and confessed in a very low hiss that yes it did! I grabbed her and the rest is history; we fucked most of the night – and talked about it constantly reliving it over and over again!

In the cold light of day Carol said she expected me to me mad one I had given it some thought. When asked she still admitted her behaviour had been exciting and made her feel sexually aroused. She said she'd probably want to do it again if she got the chance to.

It gave her a tremendous thrill and it prompted me to suggest that she find other opportunities to show off. When asked how I said she could go through the whole clichéd routine. She could answer the door when the milkman called – in her sexy see-through nightdress. Then there was the postman or the window cleaner! I mentioned that she could be the archetypal sexy housewife who bent over for the builders! Calmly she told me that we weren't expecting any builders and those housewives usually finished up having full sex with as many men as were working in the house!

"Would you be tempted to bend over in a short skirt if we had builders in the house though?" I asked.

She had already outlined what she honestly believed was the possible result of any housewife daring to do such a thing so I waited for her answer with baited breath.

"Yeah, I expect that now I've experienced what a thrill it can be, then I most likely would let myself be tempted."

"Let them touch you?"

"I don't know; if it made me feel sexy enough I might stray a little and let them kiss me, and, well, you know, have a feel. I just don't know – it would have to happen! I think I'd find it sexy just to sit with them and talk to them letting them see more than they ought. I'd be happy to let them look at me – see my panties – or see me partly undressed."

Carol seemed to be in conflict with her own emotions and full of angst. To me it was powerful stuff.

"Let me ask you a question now," she said. "Would you not get angry if I did it again – were you turned on because of the initial shock and novelty of the situation? What if I actually did begin to do it on a regular basis – told you I liked doing so much I didn't want to stop, what then? Think about it – what if I admitted that I get so very aroused showing myself off in front of other men – sexually aroused?"

"So do you?" I asked in return, "It's not simply for fun or to wind-up men and get them flustered for amusement – it actually turns you on?"

Carol nodded right away and told me; the thought of doing it again in various ways and in different situations was exciting, because of the possible danger, the sheer naughtiness of showing herself off, though she startled me with her insight and honesty when she added that rather than let it appear to be accidental, part of the thrill would come from letting the watchers know, maybe discreetly and subtly that she was doing it intentionally – letting them know she was doing it to give them a thrill – and she added coyly, an erection. She would be doing it especially for them!

She was blowing my mind and she created enough stimulating mental images to provide wanking material that would last an age!

"Of course," she said, snapping out of her erotic suppositions, "I haven't done anything yet!" She paused and changed the tone of her voice to one enquiring but hopeful. "So what would you think – would it bother you if I say I'd like to see what it all feels like – to dress differently – to try and attract men – and if I get the chance, exhibit myself to them?"

"Wouldn't you still do it anyway; isn't that what wives who are that way inclined usually do?"

"Yes, I suppose so – but in my case it means altering my whole style, those other women you talk about usually already dress accordingly, sexily. I'll still feel shy and nervous; I'm not used to wearing short skirts and things. Last night I was dreading going into the pub wearing that skirt and I felt really uncomfortable – it just wasn't me! But my goodness, what an effect it had when I saw that the men weren't looking at me in a critical way but with lust in their eyes. When I thought that, well, they might be wondering what it would be like to see more, or touch me, well, it made me feel weird and it aroused me in a way I've never felt before. Does that sound silly?"

I breathed a long "Noooo!" and kissed her – I had to go somewhere!

She pursued her new interest though for a while she was no different than lots of other women who displayed lots of leg or cleavage; really it was simply that just her style of clothing had changed and become more fashionable and a little sexier. One memorable incident from those early times was when we went to a fancy dress party. The theme was "Vicar's and Tarts" and Carol wore a short split skirt that showed her knickers off without her having to bend over and her tits were almost spilling out of her top. Her fishnet stockings were ripped and her suspenders hung down too low.

Amazingly there was nothing thrilling about it all!

Carol toward the end of the party looked disappointed and I wondered whether she thought the same as I.

"Nothing sexy about it is there?" I said in a quiet moment.

She agreed and we both admitted we had hoped to experience a certain kind of enjoyment – just like we had in the pub those few weeks ago. We both knew why there was no turn on.

"It's because everyone else looks the same – dressed like sluts – that's expected - the way it's supposed to be at this kind of party! By the same token Carol had pointed out one day when we talked, she would not get a kick from being on the beach and wearing a tiny bikini, or even by being in front of men topless – that would be normal for a beach. It's a psychological thing, a state of mind – there would be no naughty, wicked element involved.

Feeling a bit flat we went off to a mate's house with a small group who were going to have the last few drinks as an end to the evening. I noticed now that Carol seemed to be in different mood though, as is her nature was quietly but happily listening rather than being extrovert and participating to the rowdiness. From the side of my eye I saw her knees slip apart and my heart jumped when I realised that one of my pal's kept staring at her legs. I had a 'wow' moment when I figured she had noted his interest and was letting him see more.

For a while this went on then the group began to disperse as people left. Normally I would have called it a night and Carol would have been glad to get home but this night I wanted to linger and watch what happened. Before long she was the only female left in the house and with six guys I noticed that at least one other had also taken an interest because I think he had noticed how preoccupied the first guy was.

Pretending nothing was amiss I calmly talked and laughed joining in the conversation but keeping a close eye on my wife. Then the real thrill came. I saw her rapidly glance from one ogling guy to the other and knew she had become aroused knowing more than one lad was lusting over her. She shuffled, using it as an excuse to leave her legs open then let her hand rest on her inner thigh; then she slowly lifted her head to look straight at the guy who had first ogled her. I saw the astonishment on his face as momentarily he attempted to avert his gaze then realised that the expression on her face was something very different than indignation.

My pal looked back at her and I distinctly saw her give him a little wicked smile while she kept her eyes locked on him. As the other occupants in the room chatted away apparently unaware what was happening (which I hoped would, to my wife and those two pal's who were enjoying this erotic experience, include me) I saw my friend feel compelled to let his attention move from looking at Carol's sexily smiling face to look between her legs, drawn there by the movement of her hand on her upper thigh.

It was an incredible new sexually exciting experience to watch my wife gently rub the inside of her leg and, as though easing a slight discomfort rub her fingers on her soft skin letting them drift right to the edge of her crotch where her tight silky panties met her thigh. As both men let their eyes dart from her face to her midriff, probably expecting her to cover up once she realised what she was doing, they instead found them selves looking into her calm sexy stare and for an extra thrill, as she had their full attention she let them see her glance down to watch her hand moving along the line of her panty leg then slowly she looked back up at them and broke out into the dirtiest smirk I have ever seen. Now they were in no doubt that she was 'entertaining' them giving them a turn on.

In contradiction to the shy retiring girl I had known and married I saw my wife exchange little discreet naughty looks with the men and grin wickedly whenever she caught their eye. She fidgeted and wriggled around, sometimes pretending to scratch a little itch or find a need to rub her skin, using it as an excuse to make her thighs open and with them her pussy lips.

It felt exciting for me but also a bit unnerving to know my best pals were prepared to secretly carry on this way with my wife. What signal was she sending out for what they might expect in the future or if they had the chance to be alone with her? Now I experienced pangs of jealousy, which climaxed when I saw her and Gary, for a full minute, look deep into each other's eyes, then her fingers crept to the buttons of her shirt, which was already parted and undone to the point were her tits could be seen spilling out of her bra, and without anyone else noticing she popped open another two, exposing to full view the lacy cups of her black bra that hardly covered her nipples.

This changed the scene a lot! Up to know what she was doing had been largely hidden from the rest by the ample arms of the easy chair that was turned slightly away from the centre of the room. Gradually now the others began to take notice and to most it was easy to make out clearly the redness of her swollen nipples too. One lad actually found an excuse to stand up and move to get a better view seeing for the first time how high her skirt was and how wide her legs were open; he was speechless and bowled over by what he saw.

Of course all this was done without anyone making it obvious they were looking and Carol tried to give the appearance that her shirt had come unfastened accidentally and she hadn't noticed – no one was going to tell her – no one but me, her husband; I could not continue pretending I had not noticed (though I let it go for a few minutes more). I was to be further surprised; when I quietly signalled to my wife that her shirt buttons had come undone instead of the fake shock and horror I had envisaged she shyly apologised to everyone turning toward them and turning her chair with her. Now all present were able to see her black lace knickers and as she fumbled with her buttons her back straightened as she looked down to concentrate causing her feet to move apart to offer balance.

Everyone was stunned into silence as her movement meant that her vagina 'ate' the gusset of her pants and the mounds of her pussy protruded either side of the thin creased material. If that were not enough she then leaned forward to gain some slack enabling her to bring to two halves of her shirt together. It was too much for the restraining powers of her half-cup bra; her nipple popped to the very edge then out popped her breast! How she giggled and fumbled, taking lots of time to repair the damage, shuffling in her seat though keeping her thighs parted.

She apologised once again explaining that her embarrassment had made her very clumsy and that's why it had taken such a long time. Still she sat perched on the edge of her seat legs akimbo then one of the lads found his voice and joked that, "We all should have jumped up to assist you!" The very idea excited Carol – I could tell – and as I witnessed in whose direction she gave the dirty smirk I knew who she would have liked to help her put back her tits. Gary looked sheepish conscious he was being singled out. I was experiencing a powerful arousal but also felt jealous. Later it dawned on me that the guys must have wondered why I let her perch on the edge of the seat for so long showing her cunt after just telling her that her shirt was adrift.

At home she wanted to fuck.

"Do you fancy Gary? You spent enough time looking into his eyes?"

"Did I turn you on?" she cooed.

Her honesty once again stunned me. "I was turned on – Gary has eyes that really penetrate – I'm sure he could read my thoughts – he has a really dirty smirk – he really enjoyed watching me!"

She was lost in her own world and she whispered to me that she would have to find more opportunities to do naughty and exciting things. In her ecstatic, almost drunk with sex state, she told me how glad she was that I liked her being bad and seeing her do naughty things for other men. I didn't bother arguing and we just fucked.

Though that incident seemed to be the most daring and outrageous antic my wife had done it didn't appear to set a trend. In fact her predilection for exposing herself to men became so ordinary and commonplace that I ceased to be enthralled or at times even notice. If I had married an extrovert woman (as many of my peers and co-workers had) who from the outset thought nothing of behaving in a raucous manner, removing their tops to dance in their bra's and thinking nothing of groping men's bums or having their own felt in front of their husband's then Carol's antic's would have seemed normal and usual. Many women teased to distraction and now there was no astonished arousal from me when she related incidents.

In fact either I failed to take notice of indiscretions or she didn't think it worth bothering to mention. She had been through the typical naughty wife scenario like quite unnecessarily greeting the postman while showing her breasts through a see-through negligee, letting her robe fall open, or similarly pretending to struggle to locate her purse or money to pay the milkman and having to invite him in while she search through the kitchen. Needless to say she would either be undressed, still in her nightwear or partly dressed.

One of her more daring escapades was when she told me the window-cleaner had climbed his ladder while she was stood in the bedroom in just bra and panties, sliding her nylon stockings up her leg; she pretended not to see him. I'm afraid my laughing at the obvious clichéd classic 'sex comedy bad movie' story annoyed her immensely causing her be less eager to tell me of her flashing opportunities. In the company of others I would see how, if she noticed a man, or men, taking notice of her she would let her knees part and now she liked to wear short skirts and dresses, even in winter when pantyhose and thick clothing meant she was well clad against the cold she managed to look erotic when her skirt rode up showing evidence of white panties under thick black tights over her well rounded bum cheeks. Perhaps I shouldn't have been so blasé and complacent.

About this time we moved house, to a better neighbourhood and on the actual main day of moving in I had much to do. Needing to be back in the office for a few hours I had stayed at the old house long enough to make sure the removal men knew what the score was then later I made a quick visit to the new one mainly to ensure Carol was okay directing operations. I was well aware that she wouldn't miss this chance to tease especially as two of the guys were mid thirties muscular sorts while the other older man had already ran his eyes over my wife's body in a most lustful way. He looked to be well experienced in dealing with naughty housewives! Frankly, though I felt a surge of the old arousal I was far to busy and frustrated to pay much attention and knowing Carol would almost definitely be showing her panties off to the men I couldn't afford the time.