This story is absolutely true as written.
We live in a beautiful city located high in the Sierra Madre mountains within central Mexico. It has a wonderful Spanish colonial culture and it is more than six hundred years old. The architecture and views are breath taking, and we are proud to live here.
In the weeks preceding Easter, the center of our city is overtaken with cultural events, great music concerts and traditional Mexican celebration activities, mostly all of which are free. It's an opportunity for residents to celebrate traditional customs/dress, and their community as opposed to it being a money-making event.
My wife Eva and I usually go out on the town a couple of nights each week, but during the weeks prior to Easter we go downtown more often if possible. It was a nice warm evening in April when the story I am about to share with you took place.
First, I should explain that my wife is a beautiful woman who is constantly being hustled by men, sometimes even when we are together. I don't speak a lot of Spanish and most of the time I do not know what they are saying to her, unless she tells me. However, what they don't understand is that I love to see my wife with other men, and she likes casual sex whenever it is possible to arrange.
Eva is a long-time teacher and so she must maintain the optics of good moral character within our community. Therefore, most of our wild behavior takes place in other cities so as not risk being seen by neighbors and professional contacts.
I am a hopeless voyeur, or just a plain pervert as Eva describes me. We have an agreement to the effect that when she is meeting with family, friends or professional contacts she can wear conservative clothes of her choosing, and since she has great taste in clothes, she always looks awesome. However, on date nights I have a say in what she wears.
Our first rule on date nights is there will be no bra or panties, with no exceptions. Since there is always the risk of unexpectedly meeting someone who we know when we are out, she does not wear provocative cloths such as very low-cut blouses or short skirts. Instead, over time, we have collected nice cloths that allow her to look great and cover up when desired or expose her beautiful body in an instant when the right opportunity arises.
Basically she wears blouses or dresses with a deep-v neckline that can be opened with the release of one button to expose her ample and beautiful breasts, and a bottom half with a slit up the side or maybe a skirt that allows her to adjust the hemline level by pulling up her waist line. Whatever the combination she always looks sexy in a classy conservative way, but with the flick of a button she can be almost naked.
We had a wonderful evening checking out the different special events and stopping into a few of our favorite bars. By eleven o'clock we were slightly tipsy, happy to be together, and we both felt kind of frisky. We cheerfully decided to head back home and be naughty.
We don't drive downtown in the evening because it is always too busy and there is very limited parking. Consequently, we take a taxi which means about a twenty-minute drive.
On this evening we flagged down a cab and gave him directions to our home. The car was a Nissan of some kind that was comfortable and quiet. The driver, as I will later accuse of being the dumbest man alive, was a decent looking man in his late thirties by my guess.