My gawd she looked gorgeous as she walked into the bar. I saw her the minute she hit the door.
She was wearing a very short white mini skirt with pleats like a schoolgirl skirt that flowed when she walked. Her long tanned legs were muscled in all the right places with soft tender looking thighs. She had on a pair of high-heeled sandals that did nothing more than to extenuate her sexy legs. She had on a pink silky blouse that was nearly sheer. As she walked, her tits undulated with each step. Her long brunette hair was wavy and shiny. Her make-up was enough to highlight her facial features without looking whorish. She had a complete air of confidence about her.
Every guy and several women in the bar were watching her. She knew she was sexy and desirable.
The best part is that she is my wife.
Caren and I have been married for nine years. About two years ago, we found that she liked showing her body to complete strangers and I enjoyed watching her do it.
It all started very innocently one night when we were meeting at a local bar for some drinks after work and then to dinner. I told her to meet me there about six and at the last minute, my boss came into my office and talked and talked. He finally left about six fifteen and I hurried to the bar to meet Caren. I tried calling on her cell phone to let her know I was running late but she did not pick up. I knew that at happy hour the bar was always very busy and raucous.
I arrived at about seven and my assumption was right. The bar was packed with business people like ourselves letting off some steam from the day.
I finally found Caren at the bar. She had guys hanging all over her. She was obviously enjoying the attention so I found a spot where she could not easily see me but where I could watch what was going on.
Caren had her back to the bar and those long sexy legs crossed in front of her. She was wearing a skirt that was not a mini but was short. Her blouse was a white fabric that had some transparency to it so it showed off the tops of her full breasts and her sexy lace bra.
She had a drink in each hand and a couple behind her at the bar. I'm sure she paid for none of them.
A couple of the guys kept touching her arm, shoulder, and hair as they flirted with her. She was doing her fair share of flirting back by laughing and giving those fuck me eyes to a few of them. Her skirt was slowly riding up on her legs further and further with each drink. The skirt was so high now that I could see her red panties from my position. I knew from experience that it was a sexy little g-string.
She suddenly looked at her watch and excused herself from her throng of admirers. She walked to the back of the bar and into the ladies room.
Suddenly I felt my cell phone vibrate in my pocket. It was Caren trying to call me. I got up and went outside to take the call. I missed the call before I got outside and called her back immediately.
"Hello" she answered.
"I'm so sorry. The boss came in and gave me a last minute assignment. I will probably be here another hour." I lied.
"Well hurry. I'm getting bored sitting here alone." She lied.
"I will hurry as fast as I can. Just stay there and have a few drinks." I responded.
"Well Ok, as long as it won't be too long." She replied.
"I'll be there in about an hour. I love you." I said.
"I love you too. Bye." She answered.
"Bye." I said and flipped the phone closed.
I went back to my spot and waited for her to come out. When she did, it was noticeable that she had unbuttoned one to two buttons on her blouse. It was to the point that she called it "One button past decent." The tops of her heaving breasts were now clearly visible above the buttons. When she leaned forward, the guys at the bar were getting a clear view of her 38DD tits straining inside the pretty white bra.
One guy then put his hand on her knee I'm sure to get her reaction. To even my disbelief there was none. She acted as if it was me putting my hand on her bare leg.
I wanted to get up, go over there, and put a stop to this. The only problem was that my cock was so hard that everyone in the place would have seen my hard cock tenting out the front of my slacks. I could not believe that watching my wife being a total flirt and having other guys flirting with and touching her bare leg would cause me to get so excited.
The guy on the other side of her seeing that his friend was copping a feel did not want to be left out so her put his arm around her shoulders and let his hand drape over her until his fingers were nearly touching the top of her breast.
She apparently then decided that this was going a little too far too fast. She was feeling no pain from the plethora of drinks that kept coming her way. When she excused herself again she slid off the bar stool and her skirt was pulled up so that the bottoms of her firm tight ass cheeks were showing. She pulled the skirt down and headed to the back of the bar again. I watched her enter the ladies room.
My phone again began vibrating in my pocket. I pulled it out and Caren was showing on the caller id. I took my sport coat off and held it in my arms so that it covered my raging hard on and went back outside.
I called her back.
"Where are you? She asked.
"I'm still at work but almost done. I should be there in about forty five minutes." I responded.
"That is what you said twenty minutes ago." She said sounding pouty.
"I'm sorry but I am hurrying. Just relax and have another drink." I pleaded.
"I am already almost drunk." She let me know.
"I'm sure there are a lot of guys there buying you drinks aren't they?" I asked.
"Yah, but I would really like for you to be here buying me drinks and getting me drunk so that you can take advantage of me later." She said.
"Just let the guys ply you with drinks and I will take advantage of you later like I'm sure they are hoping will happen for them." I said.
She pleaded, "Just hurry I really want to see you. I miss you."
"I will be there shortly then we will go eat." I responded.
"Ok, but hurry. Bye" she said.
I closed the phone and went back in before she came out of the rest room.
I could hardly believe my eyes when she came back out. She had removed her bra. Her large tits were freely gyrating with her walk. The blouse was sheer enough that when she passed through the lights you could see her areola and her nipples were poking into the fabric.
She sat back down on the stool and her unbridled breasts did not escape any of the guys standing around her. I was not sure that she had not even unbuttoned her blouse another button. She was sitting directly below a spotlight at the bar. Everyone in the place could plainly make out her tits under her blouse. I wondered if she was aware of how the light was making her top even more transparent. She uncrossed her legs in one direction and crossed them again in the other direction. I was certain that I caught a glimpse of her smooth pussy.
One of the guys then placed his hand on her leg but this time it was not her knee but her thigh. He must have figured the sudden lack of a bra was a go-ahead signal. He tried pushing his hand further up her thigh. He was very near the hem of her short skirt when thank goodness she put her hand on his.
She leaned to him and said something that I could not hear. He did not move his hand away but did stop his advance up her thigh.
The friend on the other side moved in closer and put his arm around her shoulders again. He was close enough that his hand was draped even further over her and his fingers were laying inside her open blouse and touching the top of her breast. He tried to move it further into her blouse and she was busy talking to the guy with his hand on her thigh and did not notice until he nearly had his fingers at her areola.
She quickly put her hand on his and patted it and I heard her say, "Bad boy."