It was a typical Gulf Coast steamy August evening as I pulled up to the red light and slowly stopped the car. I think I may have heard a nearly subliminal moan or perhaps I just wanted to see what was going on, but I adjusted the rear view mirror to look into the back seat. There was my wife, slouched in the seat with her legs spread. Her mini-dress was hiked up above her hips and visible was the small triangular patch of hairless white skin, left untanned by her string thong, and contrasted with her tan elsewhere. A stranger's thumb was slowly massaging figure eights on her clitoris and his glistening middle finger was disappearing in and out of her shaved cunt. I do not know if she sensed my gaze, but she opened her eyes and said, "This is what you wanted, you had better enjoy it because I am."
Indeed it was. Yes, we had talked about this, but I never thought it would ever amount to anything more than that. We are now in our 50s. Like many couples of our age, we have done pretty much all two people could do to keep sex new and fresh. Both of us are quite fit. She is 5'4" tall and now weighs less than 120 pounds. Her breasts are small but do not sag. Her nipples are quite sensitive and when she is aroused there is no mistaking it. Her hair remains brown and only a rare gray hair can be found. She often exercises by walking, pilates, or riding her bicycle and her legs still draw glances from much younger men.
Over the last several years, I have given her mini-dresses that are short enough that she has to pay attention to how she bends or stoops less nothing is left to the imagination. Generally she would prefer a dress that was not cut low in the top, but would cup her breasts and clearly outline her nipples. When she wears these mini-dresses, she would for me typically go without underwear. Sometimes she would be dressed this way when I arrived home from work and I knew we would have an exciting evening.
However, over the last year or so she began to wear these dresses when we would go out for the evening to dinner or a bar. Typically she would sit where I could see legs and she would cross and uncross her legs in a way that no one apart from myself and perhaps the wait staff could see what she was revealing. If she liked the looks of a waiter, she had no reservations about giving him a show. Sometimes she would go to the ladies room and on her way back, if the waiter was nearby, she would drop her napkin and bend over in front of him. This never failed to get their attention.
During these evenings, I would often place my hand on her thigh and as the evening progressed so would my hand up her thigh. By the time dinner was over, we would end up rushing home. Kathy would remove her dress in the car and I would play with her on the drive home. Once we arrived, we could not wait to get inside and make love. As we did, Kathy would often whisper in my ear that she would talk about having one of the waiters with her as well.
This evening seemed to start in this fairly typical manner. We had dinner reservations at a relatively new restaurant. It is on the intra-coastal waterway and was advertised to provide "upscale" food in contrast to the usual fried everything found at many coastal places. Kathy chose a dress I had been after her to wear for quite a while. This black mini-dress was, like her others quite short, but it also was cut in the front down to her abdomen. This was set off by a simple gold necklace and moderate sized gold hoop earrings. Of course she wore nothing underneath her dress. After many days in the sun, she was tanned all over with the exception of three small triangles where her string thong and top covered. As she walked through the house and twisted the right way, the small triangle around her nipples which contrasted with the tan and the darkness of her areolae was visible. Similarly, when she sat down and uncrossed her legs, the small white, hairless triangle was easily visible. Her black 3 inch heels accented her calves and her gold necklace and dangle earrings perfectly accented the dress.
We got into our car and started towards the restaurant. I glanced over at her. Her dress barely came down to her thighs and with the plunging neckline, if it were not for the seatbelt, I am certain I would have been able to see her right breast. I put my hand on her left thigh and reflexively she parted her legs. I gently stroked her inner thigh as we drove the fifteen minutes to the restaurant. We parked about 50 feet from the restaurant. Kathy got out of the car and I could see her dress hugging her breasts and accentuating her hard nipples. Behind, her dress barely covered he gluteal fold.
The restaurant was simply designed; open with a lot of glass and stainless steel. We gave the maître d' our name to confirm our 7:30 reservation. I noticed he could not keep from glancing up and down my wife's dress as he checked the table lay out. Curiously, Kathy seemed to be checking him out as well. Indeed , he was quite a fit specimen. I suspect he was just short of six feet tall with the build of a linebacker, a well -developed chest and slim hips. He introduced himself as Paul and asked us to follow him to our table. We were seated at a round corner table with a quarter circle booth. Kathy slipped into the center of the booth and both Paul and I were able to confirm that all she had nothing on under her dress. I slid into the booth next to her as Paul handed out the menus and told us that Martin, our waiter would be around shortly.
We studied our menus and Kathy made a point of crossing and uncrossing her legs, each time giving me a view of her shaved crotch. She also, for some reason was quite animated. She was talking with her hands, leaning over the table, giving me a view of her right breast. Martin arrived a few minutes later and asked for our drink orders. Kathy leaned forward as if she was studying her menu. Martin eyes lingered a moment too long and it was clear he too had a good view of her breast as well. We ordered gin and tonics and Martin said he would be back shortly with them and to take our dinner order.
