Matt looked back over his shoulder, taking one last look at his wife before leaving her alone in the bar.
God, she looks sexy,
he thought, hoping their plan worked.
The idea was that he'd leave her alone in the bar in the hope she'd be able to pick up a guy and then, with luck, bring him home. They'd already discussed whether to tell whomever she picked up that Matt would be waiting at home. They had decided to tell them that he intended to watch them having sex. Things would be too unpredictable if they surprised them with his presence; neither of them wanted to deal with an angry stranger in their home.
Hopefully, whoever she picked up would agree to Matt watching and wouldn't chicken out as they would only go through with sharing Liz if he was in the room with her.
Matt was hoping to join in, wanting to see his wife with a cock in her pussy and mouth at the same time. If that was too much for whoever she picked up, he'd be happy just watching and hopefully taking photos.
As he drove home, he thought about the trip they'd made earlier that afternoon to the Mall.
"How much am I allowed to spend?" Liz had asked as they walked into the Mall, aware that they were short of money.
"As much as you like, but I get to approve the outfit."
"Are you sure we can afford it?" Liz replied, already planning her outfit for the night to come.
"Probably not, but who cares. You only live once," Matt said, taking her hand as they searched for an appropriate store.
Liz squeezed his hand, feeling butterflies in her stomach as she thought about the night ahead. Her hands were shaking from excitement and just a tiny bit of fear. What if Matt gets jealous? What if one of them wanted to stop once started? They'd spent hours discussing whether they should turn their fantasy into reality. Both coming to the conclusion that they wanted to try, but only as long as they both agreed.
"Let's try this one," Liz said, dragging Matt into an expensive-looking women's clothing store.
Matt looked around, seeing only a few other customers as he followed her into the store.
Liz began looking through a rack of skirts, quickly putting them back, saying they were too long. Liz moved to the next stand, where she found a short black pleated skirt that looked promising.
"Fucking hell, is that a skirt or a belt?" Matt joked, laughing, examining the tiny garment that she held up for him. It was so short it looked like it would only just about cover her ass.
Perfect!
"Do you like it?" Liz asked, looking at his beaming face as she held it up to her waist.
"It's very short...I love it. It's certainly won't leave much to the imagination."
"That's the point, isn't it?" Liz said, picking out a few more skirts to try, all of them black and slightly longer than the first one, having pretty much made up her mind to buy the first one but wanted something to compare it to.
"I'll need a new top as well," Liz said, walking towards the tops and blouse, Matt following dutifully behind.
Liz spent a few minutes rifling through the tops before moving on to the blouses, not looking very impressed with any of them.
Seeing her look of disappointment, Matt walked over to the shelves along the back wall, where the more expensive silk items were located.
"What about a silk one?" Matt said, picking up a sheer white blouse that had caught his eye. "This one?" he asked, holding out the blouse as Liz approached with her collection of skirts.
Taking the offered blouse, Liz inspected it, "I like it, but this is one of those tops that people wear a designer bra beneath."
"Then we'll have to get a bra as well," Matt said encouragingly.
Liz grabbed a couple more tops as she made her way towards the fitting rooms.
While he waited for Liz outside the fitting rooms, two women who looked to be in their early forties entered arm in arm, leaving their bored-looking husbands outside alongside Matt.
After a few minutes, Liz pocked her head around the corner, trying to attract Matt's attention.
"I can't see," Matt said, stepping towards the fitting room entrance.
Matt smiled as Liz stepped into view. She was wearing one of the skirts she'd grabbed off the rack on the way into the fitting room. This one was a tight-fitting peach colour, coming to about halfway down her thighs, beautifully framing her long slender legs.
Liz took a step towards him, asking," Well, what do you think?"
"It's nice, but not quite what I had in mind. Try the black one, the short one." Matt said, smiling encouragingly.
Liz smiled, turned on her heels, walking back into the fitting room. Matt watched her ass as she walked, the tight skirt showing the shape of her firm buttocks. He noticed the other two men were also giving her ass a sneaky look.
"Wait," Matt said suddenly.
Liz turned, looking at him questioningly.
"I can see the outline of your panties. You'll have to take them off. Let's see how the black one looks without a panty line." Matt told her in a voice just loud enough for the other two men to hear.
"Yes sir," Liz said, with a huge smile, looking around him at the two other men knowing that Matt wanted her to put on a show for these two strangers. After their encounter with the Gasman the previous week, they'd discussed how much they had both enjoyed their first experience of Liz exposing herself to strangers. Matt had told her that he wanted to find other opportunities for her to flash.
This is as good an opportunity as any,
Liz thought.
Matt overheard one of the men saying to the other that he wished their wives would hurry up so they could get to the pub. He looked at them just as the other man nodded towards the fitting room, indicating that Liz had reappeared in the doorway still wearing the peach-coloured skirt.
She'd paused by the entrance smiling at Matt, then glancing at the two men standing a few feet to his side, walked over to him, swaying her hip seductively.
"Here you go," Liz said, taking hold of Matt's hand and placing something into it while looking mischievously up into his eyes. Winking, she turned in the direction of the two men, smiled, then turned her back to them, sauntering back into the fitting rooms. Liz could almost feel their eyes on her as she walked away from them.
"Jesus," one of the men muttered under his breath just loud enough for Matt to hear as they stared at his wife's ass.
Matt also watched Liz swaying her ass as she rounded the doorway back into the fitting rooms. Without panties, the skirt dipped between the cheeks of her ass, displaying the shape of her firm buttocks beautifully. He kept his eyes on her ass until she was out of sight before opening his hand, making sure that the two men saw Liz's lace panties in his palm.
Seeing the two men looking at the panties, Matt shrugged his shoulders as if saying,
Women, what can you do?
He then shoved the panties into the front pocket of his jeans, taking the opportunity to adjust his hardening cock at the same time.
Liz reappeared after a few minutes wearing the small black pleated skirt that Matt liked so much. He drew in his breath as he looked at her. The tiny skirt ended about four inches below her crotch, easily the shortest skirt he'd ever seen her wearing.
Liz turned side-on, the skirt's pleated hem fell off her ass cheeks, leaving a gap between the backs of her thighs and the skirt. If she bent over, it was clear the skirt would rise over her ass cheeks, exposing her pert bottom to anyone who cared to look. Knowing that she didn't have any panties beneath only added to Matt's excitement.
Liz did a slow twirl, seemingly careful not to let the skirt flair out too much, finishing facing Matt with her thighs slightly parted. "What do you think? It's not too short, is it?" Liz asked teasingly.
God, I love this skirt. It makes me feel sexy,
Liz thought, looking at Matt for approval.
Matt glanced towards the two men, both of them staring intently at his wife, before answering. "No, it's perfect. Especially as you don't have anything beneath it!" Matt told her, tilting his head towards the two men who were still ogling her.
One of the men coughed as Matt spoke; even though they had seen Liz's panties in Matt's hand, they were clearly shocked that he would say such a thing aloud.
Liz glanced at the two men saying to Matt, "Well, you've got my panties, so I don't have much choice in the matter, do I."
Matt grinned; she was clearly enjoying the opportunity to show off again.
"What about the top? Are you going to see what it looks like with the skirt?" Matt asked, looking at her with a twinkle in his eyes.
"Ok," Liz said, spinning around, knowing exactly what he had in mind, heading back into the fitting room, with all three men's eyes glued to her ass.
There was an awkward silence for a few minutes while he waited for her to return until one of the men finally broke the silence by saying," I wish I could get my wife to dress like that for me."
Matt turned to him, "You should ask her. You never know she might be thinking the same thing. Liz only recently found out that's what I was thinking and has been eager to dress more risqué ever since."
The man looked at him quizzically, "Doesn't it bother you, other men looking at your wife?"
"No. It's exciting, the thought of other men finding her attractive... Don't you want other men to find your wife attractive?"
The man thought for a second, "Yeah, I suppose so," he eventually answered.
Matt smiled, deciding to push the boundaries, "You must admit the thought of other men finding your wife sexy, maybe even wanting to fuck her makes you feel lucky that she's your wife?"
The man turned red, looking at his friend as he answered, "Yeah, I guess it does..." he trailed off, thinking.
Just when Matt thought he was going to say something else, Liz reappeared at the entrance of the fitting rooms. Matt's jaw dropped; the silk blouse was entirely see-through. She still had her bra on beneath it, and even though it was just a standard white bra with a little bit of lace on the cups, she looked absolutely stunning standing there with the top half of her tits on display. The bronze skin of her flat stomach contrasted beautifully with the white silk.
Christ, she might as well not have the top on,
Matt thought as he stared at his wife. The combination of the silk blouse and short skirt was enough to make any red-blooded male want to fuck her. He certainly did.
Liz placed her hands on her hips, looking down at her chest." It doesn't look right with this bra, does it? I'd need to wear one of those expensive designer ones... or no bra at all!"
Without hesitation, Matt said," Take it off." Hoping that she would come out wearing the blouse in front of the other two men with her tits on full show.
