One Click Chicks Forum - Just Flashing the Tits!

I bought my wife a very sexy red dress that I often can’t get her to wear. It is a halter style that has a very, very deep plunge on the front down below her navel. In addition the skirt is very short and also is see-through on the back. I ask her that she wear it without bra and panties to offer the full effect. She frequently refuses to wear it since it is so revealing. However, periodically, if she is really in a good mood, she will put it on for a night club visit where there is dancing and the lights are pretty dim. One such night we went out to a club. As she entered all eyes were on her and her dress. We both pretended not to notice. She became a little embarrassed with all eyes on her. To ease her concerns, I ordered her a very stiff drink. She quickly downed it, and I ordered her another, which also was quickly downed. After the second one was finished off, I could tell that she was becoming a little tipsy, and the modesty was beginning to diminish. After she had finished about half of the third drink, I asked her to dance to a slow one. She seemed to be warming to the soft music and atmosphere. She allowed me to discreetly slip my left hand into her plunging neckline and grab a boob. She moaned softly as massaged it. I couldn’t help but to notice most of the club’s patrons were eyeing her visible ass covered only by the see through skirt. Then we returned to our table where she downed the remainder of her third drink and finished off another. By then she was getting a little inebriated. As we danced another slow one, she was less concerned with me being discreet with my booby feeling. As the song ended and I backed away, I could see that her left boob was out of her dress. As we returned to our table, I whispered that her left boob was out. She said, “Oh, really.” She took her hand and slipped it back into her dress, and looked back at me and grinned. She was totally unembarrassed, and said that it was my naughty feels that left her in that state. She laughed about me feeling her off on the dance floor.

Shortly after that, I asked her to dance a fast dance with me. She agreed and bounced and wiggled, and before long both boobies had escaped the confines of her top. She either pretended not to notice or did not notice and danced about the last third of the song with her boobs swaying in the open air. After the dance was over, I told her that her boobs had escaped their prison. She again laughed and slowly slipped them back into her dress. However, this time, she didn’t get the left side totally back in, and it fell out when she sat down. I again mentioned that her boob was out. She giggled and said, “You dirty old man. You know that it turns you on to see it out in this environment. I think I will leave it out. What do you say to that?” I told her that if she left it out too long, we might be thrown out. She laughed again, and slowly slipped it back into the dress.

At this stage she was quite under the influence of her drinks. I had to head to the restroom. Upon my return, she was flirting with some guy. She had allowed her short skirt to hike up, and as she switched her seating position by crossing her leg and then alternating crossed legs with accompanying pussy shots, it was not long before the guy was asking her to dance. He asked me if it was O.K., and I agreed. The guy had selected a slow one to dance with her. I could tell that he was in her dress top and was giving those boobies a real workout. As the song ended, and he dropped my wife back off with her boob hanging out. He thanked both of us for the dance. That seemed to open the door for other guys to get the guts to ask for a dance. It seemed that each one of them had a turn at her boobies as well. She seemed to be enjoying the attention. Only one guy ventured to her ass. He would only grab it when he swung her away from me and with her backside toward the wall. However, I could readily detect what he was doing. She was breathing a little heavy when that one brought her back to the table. It was getting late and the place was emptying out. We had one last slow dance together, and both her boobies were out of the dress by the conclusion of the dance. We departed with her in that state. She asked if I liked her being bad for me. I said that I thought that she might also be a little bad for herself. She laughed and started kissing my neck as I began driving home.

She then asked if we couldn’t just stop off somewhere before going home and have a nightcap. I agreed, and stopped by “My Place,” a little neighborhood bar owned and operated by my buddy, Al. When we walked in Al was behind the bar and took one look at my wife and said, “Wow-whee! That is some dress. I can say that I am really glad you stopped by when you are looking so enticing.” I told Al to cut the B.S. and pour us a drink. My wife asked if we could just sit at the bar, and I agreed. There were about three other patrons sitting at the bar stealing glances of my wife’s boobs hanging over the bar. As she drank that nightcap, she began leaning further forward over the bar until her tit fell out of the top once again. I am certain that she could feel it swaying back and forth as she talked with Al. The other guys sitting at the bar were also enjoying the show. None of us bothered to inform her that her jug was out in full view. Finally, I said that it was time to go to bed and to say good-night to all. As she sled out of the bar stool, she rub her other boob against the bar, which pulled the top material to the side and allowed that boob to likewise pop out. So with both boobies displayed she waved good-by to all at the bar. Since I was pretty well worked into a sexual frenzy, I couldn’t wait to get home and put the wood to her, which we both thoroughly enjoyed.