My wife Jo and I were Christmas shopping at the local mall. We each had a list of things and people we were shopping for. We'd done some shopping on-line, but we always liked to spend a day doing old-fashioned shopping at the department and specialty stores in the mall. I always found some neat gift for someone and some things I didn't know I needed until I saw them. The kids were home with Jo's younger sister and we were enjoying a rare evening together.
It was late afternoon and the mall was very busy and very hectic. Jo and I split up after a while to go to specific stores looking for things we wanted to buy. I finished my shopping and texted her that I would meet her at the food court. She got there a few minutes after I did.
I was surprised to see her still wearing her coat. It was a beige winter raincoat that extended halfway between her knees and her feet. She had a colorful scarf around her neck. Since the mall was heated, it seemed unusual for her to be so wrapped up indoors.
When she came to the table I had found, I stood to help with her chair. I suggested, "Why don't you take off your coat? It's warm in here."
She said, "I can't. I'm not wearing anything underneath."
I didn't believe her. She told me to look in her shopping bag. I looked and saw the red blouse that she had been wearing, folded nicely on top of other things in the bag. I looked under it and there was the plaid skirt she had been wearing.
I looked at her and she told me to look further in the shopping bag. Well, next, I found a nightgown of sorts. It was more of a negligee, thin gauzy white material. I was in teasing mood, like she was, so I pulled the white gown out of the bag. I held it up to look at it.
She asked, "What are you doing. People can see that thing."
Of course, I knew that. I held the thin nightie up to look at it and see through the opaque material. I noticed others around our table looking, including a table full of young men and a few couples. It was embarrassing for my wife to have me hold up this skimpy outfit that she was intending to wear for me. Those watching could see the negligee and imagine what my wife would look like wearing it. She was blushing. There was a matching pair of panties, see-through, gauzy white material. I held them before my face and looked through them to see my wife, blushing over all the adjacent shoppers getting a view of what she would be wearing. I'm sure it initiated some 'inappropriate' thoughts and comments about Jo and how she would look wearing the thing.
She was embarrassed, and called me an asshole. But then she told me to look further in the bag. At the bottom of her bag was her silky slip and then then her bra and panties. All of the clothes she had been wearing when we left home were in the bag. She really was naked underneath her raincoat unless she had bought other clothes. She was wearing sneakers, but what else?
"You bought some other things that you are wearing." I said.
"Think so? This coat has six buttons. Which one do you want me to undo first."
She was playing the 'buttons' game. We had done it a few times, usually at my instigation. She would undo the buttons on her blouse or dress one-at-a-time when we were out in public somewhere. One time, she had undone all but one button on her dress while we were in a bar with another couple. She had her underwear on that night, but teased me about playing the game with her being 'commando'.
We played the game on the highway. She wasn't wearing a bra that time and undid the buttons on her blouse until her breasts were completely exposed for the viewing pleasure of truck drivers we passed.
We had gone hiking in a nearby park and played the same game, resulting in her having her blouse open for the final leg of our hike. She covered her nipples with her blouse when we passed people, but a couple of times, we came upon other hikers before she realized they were there and a few young men and one couple were treated to the sight of her bare breasts.
There were many restaurants at the food court. She asked what I wanted to eat, saying she would go get it, but first I had to say which button. I said, the top one. She undid the top button, which bared her neck and a bit of her chest. She put the scarf she was wearing in her pocket. I did not see any other clothing. I still thought she had something on underneath, maybe a swim suit.
A few minutes later, she returned with our food and bent over the table to give me my lunch. I could see down the top of her coat. The soft white skin of her upper chest was visible. I could see her breasts hanging freely. Others sitting nearby could see some of her also.
She was holding empty drink cups and asked, "I'm going to get drinks. Which button is next?"
"The bottom one."
She undid the button and walked off to get the drinks. Her legs were exposed to her knees with each step she took. I and a few others watched her walk to and from the drink machine.
When she sat down and we were eating, I asked her, "How far are you going to go?"
She smiled devilishly and asked, "How far do you want me to go? Maybe I'll undo all my buttons; would you like that?"
She looked at my crotch, letting me know that she could see the bulge of my hardening cock. Her smile told me she was in a very daring mood. I liked it.
As we ate, she continued and asked, "Which button is next?"
She was actually doing this. I couldn't quite believe it, but I was enjoying the game immensely.
"Another one on the bottom."
She casually undid the button and turned sideways in her chair, moving her legs out from under the table.
She looked at me and said, "Don't turn around, but there is a table with three guys who have a perfect view of my legs."
She crossed her legs and then uncrossed them. The coat fell-open and her legs were visible up to her thighs and possibly beyond. I don't know if the men at the next table could see all the way to her crotch, but the possibility had me entranced. I looked into her eyes.
She asked, "Do you think they can see?"
I caught a reflection in a nearby glass panel and saw the three men all staring at my wife's legs. While we finished our meal, Jo continually moved her legs around. Crossing and uncrossing. At one point she reached down to get something from her purse and spread her legs about two-feet apart.
We were ready to leave and she said, "Which button is next?"
Three of the six buttons were already open; again, I wondered how far she was going to take the game. If she was willing to do this, I was willing to watch. As you've already guessed, Jo and I are exhibitionists. Rather, we are both exhibitionists of her, not me. Over our ten years of marriage, we had concocted any number of scenarios where she would get naked in public and we had done a few of them. We'd never done anything this bold.
"Another one from the bottom." I chose. That button was the one that protected her pussy. I was surprised that she did it.
"Go to the bottom of the escalator and watch me come down." She said.
I went down the escalator and stood at the bottom. There were a few others on the movable stair, but I had a clear view of my wife as she descended. She was looking right at me, oblivious to whether others were watching when she pulled her raincoat open. I caught a glimpse of my wife's hairy pussy. She really was naked under her coat. When she got to the bottom of the stair, I asked her to go back up and come down again so I could take another photo.
She said, "Okay, but which button should I undo first."
She was going to come down the escalator with only one button holding her coat closed.
"Another one from the top."
She gave me a quick kiss and pointed to another escalator in the back of one of the department stores. It wouldn't be crowded there, so she could give me a better photo opportunity.
Before she could undo the button we were walking toward the store we heard a voice, "Hey you two."
We turned and saw that it was Jo's aunt and a friend. Uh oh! Aunt Betsy and her friend Nancy were family friends. Aunt Betsy talked with Jo's mother every day on the phone and Nancy was an unrestrained gossip. If they saw Jo prancing around in the mall wearing just a partly-buttoned coat, Jo's mom would hear about it and Nancy would spread the word all over town.
