My wife and I were on our way home from a business night out. We were sat in the back of a taxi with about a thirty minute journey ahead of us. My wife looked beautiful and sexy, she was wearing a plum coloured dress that fell to mid calf, with a halter neck. Very elegant and I loved the way the loose skirt of the dress swayed when she walked.
I looked over at my wife, she was staring intently at our taxi driver. He was perhaps about mid 50's and very average looking. He looked like he led a boring life. Now here's something my wife's friends don't know, my wife is a bit of an exhibitionist.
My wife glanced over at me, her eyes hooded with desire. "Show me your stockings" my voice loud enough for the driver to hear. She gathered the bottom of her dress in her hands and slowly lifted it until it rested at the top of her thighs. She was wearing nude stockings, the tops of which I could see, held in place by a plum coloured suspender belt. "Open your legs!" my voice had caught the attention of the driver and I could see him looking in his rear view mirror.
I placed my hand on my wife's thigh and trailed my hand upwards. My slightly callused hand scratching on the stocking. "Is your pussy wet, my love?" I enquired.
"Yes," she replied with a breathy moan. I palmed her silk clad pussy, "You're right, I can feel your heat through your knickers."
I continued rubbing my hand over her pussy. My wife was giving little moans, her head thrown back against the seat. I saw a movement from the front of the taxi and out of the corner of my eye I could see the driver's hand moving the mirror, presumably looking for the perfect view of my wife.