My wife Mary and I were visiting old friends of ours Tony and Denise in Yorkshire for a week away from London in the late summer of 1986.
Mary was teasing me during the drive north by shifting forward in her seat and lifting the front of her skirt, showing her bare thighs above her stocking tops.
We arrived at their place just after lunchtime and I sat in the living room with Tony having a beer while Mary and Denise sat in the kitchen with a glass of wine. After half an hour or so Mary and Denise came into the living room and Denise says "Tony, why don't you drop Mary and Dave off at the Woolpack while I finish preparing for tonight?"
The Woolpack is a remote country pub where Denise has a part time job working behind the bar.
So Tony drops us off at the pub which is about half an hour away down a quiet country lane.
The pub is pretty quiet with only a few drinkers in as we walk through the door.
They notice Mary as she walks to the bar, her short skirt revealing her stocking clad legs accentuated by her heels drawing lust filled stares that she seems not to notice.
After getting the drinks and exchanging a few pleasantries with the barmaid we wander through into a separate room with a pool table, so I ask Mary "How about a game of strip pool?"
"How would we manage that?" Mary says nodding towards the other occupants who are two men that turn out to be the landlord and a friend who is a regular at the pub.
Both men are casually dressed with a pleasant enough appearance.
We sit down at a table with the drinks and watch the two men finish off their game.
Once they finish they place their cues on the table and go and sit in the bar.
As I set up the table I say to Mary..."So every shot you miss, you have to remove a piece of clothing."
She replies..."In your dreams."
I break and scatter the balls around the table without dropping anything and step back to allow Mary her shot.
It is only when Mary starts bending over the table to line up her shot that I realise how short her skirt is.
I'm rewarded with a clear view of her stocking tops and a glimpse of her bare thighs just above them as she leans over the table to line up her shot.
My heart skips a beat as I think about her bending over in front of the other men in the bar and wonder if they are going to get the same view of Mary if she has to line up a shot from their side of the table.
I was just about to let Mary know how much she was exposing when I realised how exciting the situation was.
In truth, the thought of these men getting the same view of Mary was too exciting to ignore.
I walked round the other side of the table facing the bar so I could see they were already watching her.
I take my turn as Mary misses and deliberately leave the cue ball in a position where Mary has to go around to the side of the pool table where the men have an unobstructed view of her as she bends over the table to line up her shot.
As she settles down to strike the ball her skirt rises up and exposes her stocking tops, her bare thighs becoming visible.
The sight of Mary unwittingly exposing herself in front of the men at the bar has the desired effect and I'm definitely starting to feel horny.
I whisper to Mary..."You should bend over a bit more, show me what's under your skirt."
"Behave...What can you see?"
"Not much, I can't tell what colour your knickers are."
"Can they see me from the bar?"
"Oh I think they got a good look, they've been staring at you since we walked in."
She is still bending over the table and she spreads her legs further apart so her skirt rides up a little higher.
"Let's see if this helps."
"Black." I say as her knickers come into view.
I have to admit that I find it a bit of a turn on knowing that these strangers are looking up my wife's skirt every time she bends over the pool table.
I whisper to Mary..."You're really making me hard."
It is becoming very obvious how horny Mary's exhibitionism is making her as all modesty seems to have gone out of the window and she seems to want to show off more and more.
"I'll bet you're not the only one."
The more she plays the bolder she becomes. Especially as the men watching her make a few very appreciative remarks about her legs when she has to stretch over the table and expose herself almost completely.
It's my turn at the table and Mary says the she has to go to the toilet and will be right back.
When she is out of sight one of the men walks over to me and says, "That's the best thing we've seen over that pool table in a long time. We hope you don't mind our saying so."
Two of them have now moved in for a closer look.
I try and think of a witty reply, but all I can manage is...
"I don't mind at all, she's just trying to put me off my game."
When Mary comes back I notice she has a couple more buttons undone on her top and her skirt seems even shorter if that were possible.
I deliberately miss my next shot and leave the cue ball so that Mary will have to reach right across the table and leave herself in a pretty compromising position.
I walk around to stand at the same end of the table from where she will have to play.