George and his wife sat in a quiet corner of the West Country pub watching the holidaymakers winding down and refreshing themselves with food and drink. They liked coming down here to the Devonshire coast, spending time at the cottage. Not just for the fresh air and scenery but for the freedom, away from nosy neighbours. Nobody knew them here so they could be, well - a little more carefree than at home.
That didn't mean outrageous, George at 48yrs old and Jean, just turned 40yrs had led quite an uneventful life. The permissive society and swinging sixties had swung by without them even noticing. George - and also Jean if truth were known – liked to admire the young toned bodies, especially when clad in the thin tight and flimsy materials of to-days fashions. George wished his wife had been more sexily clothed when she was younger.
Sex, or rather the lack of it was one of George's few regrets in life. They should have been more adventurous he thought. His wife Jean however was still what could be described as being in good condition. She had great breasts a trim waist and her legs would have looked good on someone twenty years younger. Unfortunately for George, she never made the most of displaying them – not until recently that is.
George sat and reflected on how, in the last couple of years, just a little bit of spice and naughtiness had crept into their lives. Not very often and for George, not enough, nevertheless, he enjoyed it. Being a respectable middle age, middle class couple it was difficult to see how they could make it spicier.
Walking through the park last summer he recalled how they had stopped whilst walking along a woodland path. They knew that behind them a few hundred yards away and walking toward them were two young men, perhaps in their twenties. George had timed it just right, his wife leant against a tree and let him unfasten her shirt. "Someone is coming," she informed her husband. "Yes," he answered. Nibbling his wife's neck he let his hand run up her thigh lifting her skirt – just a few seconds before the men passed.
He caressed his wife's thighs bunching her skirt up between her and the tree so as to leave his hands free " They have stopped and are looking from behind a bush," she said. George lifted her breasts out from her shirt parting the material then cupping his hands under them. His wife smiled and sighed as George lowered himself to kiss the inside of her legs.
Without moving her head and making it obvious she looked to the side and saw the young men's heads above the shrubs. They will have a real good view she thought. Her hand stroked the back of George's head. Kissing the inside of her thighs George tried to imagine the view from the bushes – what his wife was thinking? But – it all was spoilt when a group of noisy walkers came tramping along – knapsacks, walking sticks, and thick wool socks and bobble hats. They were not the sort of people to appreciate the sight of a woman displaying her underwear to two young men. Quickly making themselves decent they both walked casually on, the men resumed their journey too.
George cursed under his breath as they silently walked on. Glancing at his wife he noticed a pleasant half smile on her face. How far would she have let him go? She hadn't objected when he showed her off – she didn't stop him lifting her skirt right up, or when he bent down giving them a full view. It had been unplanned, they never discussed it, either before or after. Just a series of little statements, like - they are looking – or they can see my underwear. Never - stop doing that - or God it makes me feel sexy and I really enjoyed it. Nothing was ever talked about.
Like the time when they were sat on the embankment in another part of the park. A group of youths were fooling about on the grass when George noticed they seemed to get closer and position themselves directly in front of his wife, falling to the ground play-fighting. They became quiet and sat in the sunshine their shouts becoming a muttering. His wife was reading a book resting her elbows on her knees. Her legs were bent and her feet were slightly apart so she could balance.
The boys, just a few yards down the embankment sat facing the couple. " I think they are trying to see up my skirt," his wife said.
"Yes they are – but they won't be able to see much because of the light – not from there anyway," replied George. He looked back at his newspaper for a while then when he looked up again his cock hardened and he felt a surge of excitement. The hem of his wife's skirt had fallen to her lap showing all her thighs; her feet and knees were now much farther apart. She was giving the boys a show. George thought his wife was being very naughty – and he loved it. He wished he had seen his wife get dressed that morning then he could picture what the boys could see. Two of them started to have a rough and tumble again and finished up on the grass just a couple of feet away. He saw his wife glance up and smile at them knowing that the crotch of her panties was clearly visible, then she carried on reading letting them look.
Without them knowing George watched as they took long lingering looks between his wife's legs. It excited him to know that his wife was making the youths cocks go hard, and she was doing it intentionally. George was enjoying it – so was Jean.
On the way home she said, "Tomorrow when we go shopping I think I'll buy some new underwear – something a little more fashionable and feminine."
"That's a good idea," agreed George. " Make you feel good – you still have a nice figure. You should dress to show it off to the best advantage."
"Yes, perhaps some of my clothes are a bit old fashioned and frumpy," said Jean. "Maybe I should change a few other things too." They walked on and the park was never mentioned.
Now that was how it came about that George was able to muster up the courage to unfasten his wife's shirt and display her to passing strangers. It was, up to then the most outrageous thing they had ever done. The shopping trip had proved very enjoyable and to George, pleasantly surprising. Jean had picked out some very lacy and sexy items, see-though bras and panties, bras that enhanced her cleavage. Breasts-wise Jean could be described as voluptuous, well rounded with prominent nipples. With her new bras her breasts looked bigger than they actually were.
In the shop she had tried on a variety of tops, shirts, skirts and dresses, each time stepping out of the changing room seeking her husbands opinion. Mostly George said they looked nice and suited her but didn't add that it was because the sheerness of her bras and top meant her nipples were clearly visible or that the thinness of her summer dress showed up her panties. He liked the dresses and skirts that were of the wraparound design – they could very easily slip open accidentally exposing her body, he thought. He also didn't tell her that his cock had got very hard and that is why he had to sit down – to disguise his bulge.
What really turned him on was when she picked out a couple of suspender belts and chose several shades of stockings. "These are OK for night when we go out," she informed him. "These fleshy coloured ones will do for daytime wear." That really pleased George, she was going to wear stockings most of the time – pantyhose, in his opinion wasn't very sexy.
