There are two things that are and absolute turn on for me. One is knowing my wife has a garter belt and stockings on under her skirt. The other is watching her let other men see her that way.
It started years ago when we went shopping on Saturday, just before going out to dinner. By this time, she was masterful at teasing me as we dressed. She would start with her garter belt, stockings and high heels. She wore nothing else as she finished her hair and makeup. She knew how much it turned me on, and she loved to tease me for the entire evening before we returned home. On this particular night, she said she needed some new shoes for work, and we should leave early enough for dinner to stop at a shoe store.
Going shopping with her was not something I looked forward to, but with her sitting on her makeup stool in just the hose and heels, she was very persuasive. She completed the outfit with a simple black dress the landed above the knee.
I should tell you she was 32 when this first happened. At 5-5, the combination of a very good figure, great legs and her ability to make it work for her always made heads turn when she came into a room. She was, and still is, a classic beauty. And she always dressed to impress, and tease just a bit without looking like a slut.
We had plenty of time to get in and out of the shoe store before our dinner reservations, so I agreed to go with her to the store on the way to the restaurant. As she got out of the car, she made a bit of a show in letting her skirt ride up to give me a good glimpse of her thighs and stocking tops. And that was when I realized she had removed her panties before we left the house. I could clearly see her well-trimmed pussy, beautifully framed by her black stocking tops and garters. Then came the question I was not prepared for. As we walked into the store hand-in-hand, she whispered in my ear. Would it turn me on if the shoe salesman saw her that way?
I really wasn't sure. Part of me thought yes. But I wasn't sure if I wanted strange men seeing my wife like that. I was sure she was just testing me, ramping up the teasing. Surely, she would never actually do that.
As we browsed the shoe department, a good looking young man asked if he could offer any service. My wife showed him some very sexy black high heel pumps with an ankle strap and said she wanted to try those in a size seven.
We took a seat as he went to retrieve the shoes, and she said it again. "He's cute, and I'm in the mood to show him my pussy." She asked if that would turn me on, and I told her I really didn't know.
"Well, we'll find out in a minute, I guess," she said. "If it bothers you, just get up and walk away, but if you like it, pick out another pair for me to try on. That will be our code," she explained.
The young man returned with the shoes and took a seat on the little stool in front of my wife. At this point, she had already repositioned herself so her dress was above her knee just enough to still be proper. She offered him her right foot, and he supported it under her ankle and removed her pump. Then he slid on the new shoe, and buckled the ankle strap. Nothing had happened so far. But when she switched feet, she did it in such a way as to let her skirt ride up a bit further, and he had a clear view of her garters, and stocking tops.
He tried not to stare, but the poor guy could not help himself, He fumbled with the buckle on the second shoe, which made her leg move a bit, and forced her skirt up just a bit more. I wasn't sure before, but now I knew two things. He could see at least part of her pussy, and I was getting a raging hard on. And so was he.
She stood and walked up and down the aisle a bit. The sexy high heels made her legs look great, and both the salesman and I could not take our eyes off of her.
That's when I knew. I did indeed like it when other men could see her charms. As she walked back, I remembered our little code. And when Chris asked what I thought, I said I liked them, but they looked a little tight. Maybe she should try the next size up.
I could tell she was overjoyed. "Yes, she said, bring me the next half-sized up, please. And also, see if they come in tan."
When she sat down, she didn't smooth her skirt. She left it to ride up her thighs a bit. The store wasn't very busy, and while he was gone, she told me how happy she was that I enjoyed it.
"Buckle in, honey," she said.
And before I could ask what that meant, he was back with two pair of shoes. She lifted her foot to his leg so he could unbuckle the ankle strap, letting her knee go higher than needed, and giving him a straight view into her pussy. She sat as though nothing unusual was happening, and to the passerby, it was just another transaction. But with each little move, her legs went further apart, and his view got better. He was anxious to help with the bigger shoes, and the next pair. Each time he changed her shoes, he got to see her stocking tops, her garters, and her pussy.
