It was very early in our marriage back in the late 1960s that I discovered that in addition to enjoying fucking other women, I absolutely loved the idea of my wife being fucked by other men, especially when she was dressed to please in stockings and suspenders.
Being young and newly independent of the restrictions of living with our parents gave us every opportunity to explore the new fangled "Swinging scene" which had come over from the US in sex magazines of the day.
Even before we were married I'd enjoyed my fiancΓ©e, Sue, telling me how, when she was being given driving licence by her much older instructor, he'd put his hand on her right knee and gradually eased it up past her stocking tops until he was touching her knickers. At that time stockings were still worn pretty much as the norm, just before tights and the mini skirt took over.
She was not sure how to handle the situation and asked me what I thought about it and, to be honest, I found it an instant turn on to picture this randy old sod sitting in the passenger seat with his hand up my girlfriends skirt getting a feel of that warm ripe flesh above her stocking tops.
I told her I found it a turn on and asked her if she enjoyed it herself. To my surprise she said she felt quite excited by it, driving along with a strangers hand up her skirt and her thighs on display.
I asked her if he'd ever tried to go any further but she said the most he'd done was to give her thigh a squeeze and a peck on the cheek as he dropped her off after the lesson.