"On Display"
Looking back it's hard to believe my wife and I allowed ourselves to submit to a co-worker, but it happened quite naturally. During a drunken night, James coaxed my wife to expose herself (with me in the room); weeks later he had her take sexy selfies which he uploaded to the Internet (with her face cropped to protect her identify). James seized upon both my wife's exhibitionist tendencies and my submissive nature. If I thought it was going to stop there, I was wrong. Having pushed a little, he was ready to push even further.
A few weeks after that erotic selfie session James invited us for a night out with he and his girlfriend. He even offered to pick us up so we wouldn't risk a DWI. I didn't suspect a thing, until that night when I walked into Jenny getting dressed. She looked great: short black skirt, white blouse, white nylons, knee high boots. "Wow! That's a great outfit."
She gave a guilty shrug. "It was a... a request."
"From James?"
She nodded. "Are you angry?"
How could I be? I had been complacent from the start; it was too late to stop now. I shook my head.
She picked up her phone. "Good, because... um... He wants to see a picture." She stood there and held out her phone for me.
Another man was telling my wife how to dress, and I was to photograph it for him. What went through my mind as my wife stood before me, waiting, seemingly growing impatient with my delay? Confusion, mostly, and a little jealousy. But I didn't argue, I walked over for the phone, then stepped back and readied the phone's camera app.
"Wait," Jenny told me as I held up the camera. She slowly lifted up her skirt, exposing the top of her thigh highs and her shiny white panty. "Now."
I snapped the photo - she had a half smile - and handed the phone back, then watched as she clicked away, sending the erotic picture of her to another man.
"As he requested," I said, feeling somewhat resigned. She just shrugged as if it were out of her hands.
I left her then, still feeling a bit shaken. Jenny finished prepping - makeup and perfume - while I dawdled in the living room. I opened a bottle of wine and poured two glasses. She joined me in the kitchen. "To a fun night," she said as we clinked our glasses.
I wondered what else James had texted her. "So, we're just going out for drinks, right?"
She nodded. "As far as I know..."
As I sipped my wine, I realized that my wife was up for almost anything tonight. Anything that James wanted.
Just before nine o'clock James's car pulled up in the driveway. As we stepped outside I saw him standing by the passenger door. The front seat was empty. "A change of plans," he told us. "Suzanne couldn't make it, so it's just the three of us."
Jenny approached him and gave him a friendly, innocent kiss on the cheek. He then opened the door for her, and as she slid in, he stood there, watching her. Knowing how short her skirt was, I knew he was getting an eyeful. And rather than quickly shutting the door, he remained standing, looking down. It was a silent request for my wifed. And she obliged: she swiveled her body and from their shared smiles I knew she was giving him an even better view. She was surely spreading her legs and maybe even lifting her skirt.
As James closed the door he looked over at me. What was he thinking? What was his opinion of me, a husband who was essentially giving up control of his wife? He gave no clues; he just pointed for me to get in the back seat. As I walked past Jenny's door I peeked in. She was folding her skirt, and didn't look up. I got in the backseat. James got in the front, started the ignition, and backed out of the driveway.
We made small talk on the drive to Daniel's - a bar/restaurant near the local airport - until James turned the radio up, just loud enough to mask their voices if they talked in a whisper. I heard muffled snatches of conversation, stifled laughter. What were they talking about? What were they planning? Curiosity was killing my inner cat.
Soon enough we pulled into the half-full parking. Jenny reached for her door handle but James held up his finger for her to wait. "Allow me." He and I both got out of the car, but it was James who scooted around to open her door. I watched as he stood there. I watched as Jenny swung one leg out, her skirt rising, her white panty exposed. I watched as she moved her other leg and lifted herself off the seat. I watched her exit the car and give James a silly slap on his arm. I watched and said nothing.
The restaurant area was full but the bar area had empty stools and empty tables. James surveyed the place before directing us to high top table off to the side. He held Jenny's chair for her, positioning her with her back to the bar. I scanned over the restaurant area, which was about two feet lower than the bar area, and separated by a single metal railing. This meant that people sitting in restaurant could see us, about at eye-level with our seats. And since there was no one sitting in front of Jenny to block the view, the four air force guys at the table in front of us would be able to see up Jenny's skirt. So, this was James's plan...
After the waitress took our order, James whispered to Jenny. A moment later I leaned over and saw that she had opened her legs. For the next several minutes I kept glancing at the four guys, young men in their twenties, joking, watching a basketball on one of the corner TV's. I waited for one of them to notice the show being offered. Sure enough it happened. While the three of us continued talking about whatever, the blond crew-guy now kept looking over. Over and under. Jenny noticed, too, and I soon felt her leg bump mine, which meant she was opening her legs even further. A few minutes later a second guy caught sight of Jenny's offering.
