dozing wife
 

This is a true story that occurred about 25years ago. Sadly it is before the days of cell phones or g-strings, but it was still a mind blowing experience. Let me know if you enjoy.

My wife is a tall, slender brunette with legs forever. When she was in her early 30's, she was diagnosed with chronic depression and admitted to hospital for 2 weeks where she was heavily sedated undergoing sleep therapy. Most of the time she was sleeping other than around visiting hours when the meds had somewhat worn off, but still left her extremely groggy. Because of this she was not allowed to walk out of the ward without someone to assist. As she was a smoker this was frustrating as she basically had to wait for visiting time so that I could escort her to the smoking room.

Each wing of the hospital had a smoking room shared by all wards in that wing. The room was a pokey 3by3m box with a large window that was always left open to allow the smoke to escape. The room had 2 consecutive doors, an external door leading from the hospital corridor, followed by a short passage before the internal door which entered the room. Both doors closed automatically and were far enough apart that they would not be open at the same time thus ensuring no smoke escaped into the corridor. Lounge chairs were set against each wall facing inwards, even the window had chairs just below it.

The first time I was allowed to visit was a few days after my wife was admitted, so as soon as I arrived in the afternoon visiting time, my wife desperately pleaded for me to take her for a smoke. We sat in the box of a room for the whole hour while my wife basically chain smoked. Other patients came and went periodically from both male and female wards. I am not a smoker, so spending an hour closeted in a small space with a bunch of smokers was not my idea of a fun visit, so when I went to the hospital for the evening visit, I deposited my wife in the smoking room and told her I would come back after she had finished her cig. Rather than stand around awkwardly in the corridor, I strolled around the hospital and eventually found myself going outside into an internal quad that the hospital appeared to be built around. As my wife's ward was on the ground floor, I suspected the smoking room window looked out into this quad and soon located it.

Deciding that it was logical to check to see when my wife finished smoking rather than to guess, I made my way over to the window. Vertical blinds covered the window, but they were opened partially to let the smoke out. I looked through one of the gaps and immediately made out my wife sitting in a lounge chair facing the window. She had finished smoking and had dozed off waiting for me. I couldn't help noticing that her normal prim upright posture with knees together had declined as she relaxed into sleep. Her hands were on the chair on either side of her legs, and her knees had drifted open. My wife was wearing a summer nightie that came to her mid thigh when standing, but slid up much further when sitting. Luckily she had a satin gown over it and even though she had not tied the belt, the hem of the gown had crumpled down between her legs preserving her modesty.

There were 2 other women sitting adjacent to my wife quietly talking as they smoked, as well as a middle age man sitting reading a magazine while smoking on the same side of the room as my wife. As I was taking all this in, the 2 women stubbed their cigs out and stood up to leave. I noticed that one was a nurse as she stopped and shook my wife. My wife did not immediately react until the nurse shook her harder, after which she woke and blearily tried to focus on the nurse. My wife mumbled something (I guessed it was to tell the nurse that she was waiting for me), after which the nurse continued and left the room. The door had no sooner closed than my wife's head drifted forward again as she dozed off. I was about to move back across the quad to the entrance, when the man put his magazine down and stood up. He walked towards the window and I quickly backed off before realizing that he would not be able to see me through the gaps in the blinds as the quad was dark and the room was well lit. I was about to turn around anyway when I noticed him sit. I realized he had moved to sit directly opposite my wife.

My heart started beating faster as my imagination switched into gear. I walked back to the window and stood immediately behind the man who was now sitting with his back to me no more than 2m directly in front of my wife. My heart rate continued to increase and my mouth started to dry as I watched this greying, balding fat guy, get down on his knees in front of my wife and try and see up the slight tunnel my wife's dressing gown had created between her legs. By now my cock was pushing uncomfortably against my jeans as I tried to imagine what he was seeing. Even though I was probably less than 4 m in front of my wife, the angle was too high to be able to look up the slight narrow gap in her gown. Thankfully the middle aged creeper was not long satisfied with whatever limited view he may have had, and he gently gripped the hem on both sides of my wife's gown and carefully pulled them up and away from each other, revealing his prize like a present being unwrapped.

My wife's legs were not brazenly spread, but with her knees relaxed out from her feet that were resting on their sides on the floor, her legs were almost as wide apart as her hips. In her seated position, her nightie had crept up to just below her crotch and was spread tight across her legs leaving an unobstructed view of her panty clad pussy. Even from my vantage I could see my wife's white satiny panties with a tell tale dark shadow of her bush very visible. The panties had lace on each side of the leg holes and my wife's pussy hair was clearly distinguishable as it curled around the edges of her panties leg holes. My wife's slender thighs did not touch even when she stood with her legs together, so now that he legs were so wide apart, much more than a mere triangle of panties were visible, the old creeper and myself could see where the panties ran down between her legs, disappearing around her ass. I recognized those with great fondness, and although she had sexier lace see through ones, these were definitely erotic. I watched with held breath as the creeper moved his head forward between my wife's legs and knelt with his face poised just above my wife's crotch for what seemed forever. It became obvious that he had positioned his nose just above her pussy and was taking deep breaths. Even though his head was largely blocking my view, imagining what he was doing made my cock so hard it needed release.

Despite the precariousness of my position in a public quad in front of a lit window, my insane lust defeated reason and with well practiced moves, I had my zip open and cock out almost instantly. I gripped my wet shaft and started to slowly stroke it while watching the creeper sniff my wife's pussy. When he eventually lent back, restoring my view I could not resist. My cock erupted spewing cum against the wall under the window. It seemed that I had perfect timing as no sooner than I squeezed the last drops of cum from my cock, the old man rearranged my wife's gown to restore her modesty and with admirable nonchalance exited the room. It was time to go recover my wife and take her back to her bed.

My thoughts raced with excitement at the possibilities the remainder of my wife's hospital stay held. She still had over a week to go, and she would need fresh panties during that period....and guess who would be choosing those panties...."it's not my fault you have so many pairs of very see through panties my love"...heh heh.:D:D

More than a simple upskirt…
 

Thursday nights I go out with the guys, and my wife has a meeting she goes to. A few months ago we decided to meet at our favorite local watering hole after our respective activities. I told her she should wear a little jean skirt she owns that is a favorite of mine. As all guys know, blue jean skirts are great because of the stiff material. They tend to lie straight between the thighs, rather than sagging like cloth skirts, providing excellent up-skirt opportunities. But with this skirt it hardly matters, as it is very short - no more than about 2-inches past her butt. Frankly unless she crosses her legs, you’re going to get an up-skirt. And as usual, she wore no panties.

I planned it so that she would get there a good half an hour before me. I was hoping she’d make some ‘friends’ as she waited for me. Sure enough, she was only there a short time when she started texting me that some divorced dude around the corner of the bar to her right was hitting on her. He and his buddy probably had a good angle on her skirt and I knew that would get her worked up, so I told her to order some food, and i took my time getting there. It was taco night, so she ordered one, but the kitchen was swamped and she ended up having two drinks before her food came. What I didn’t know is that she hadn’t eaten lunch or dinner that day.

Soon a younger guy sat down on her left and she started talking to him. When I got there she was turned, facing him engaged in a conversation, so I sat down immediately to her right, and proceeded to look at my phone as if I didn’t really even know her. They probably talked for another half an hour before he figured out that I even knew her. I was dying to know what kind of view he had from straight-on as she faced him, but I was trying to play it cool and all I got were the occasional side views as she faced the bar from time to time. Honestly it was driving me nuts as she’d face him directly, but when she talked to me she faced the bar, so I couldn’t see what he was seeing! I knew he could see a lot though, because I was able to see a few glimpses of skin even from the side view.

Another round of drinks and 2 rounds of shots later, she was really feeling no pain. This particular bar has one of those giant Adirondack chairs outside - the chair back is probably 5 feet tall, and if you sit all the way back in the chair your legs are straight out in front of you and your feet barely reach the front edge of the seat. I whispered in her ear that she should ask her friend to take her outside and take a picture of her in the chair (with her phone), knowing that sitting in the chair and especially climbing on and off the chair would be impossible to do with any modesty - even sober!

I stayed inside pretending to be absorbed in my phone. They were gone for what felt like a pretty long time, but was probably only about 5 minutes. I barley glanced at them as they came in, but as they sat down, I could tell that she was: A - pretty worked up, and B - fairly intoxicated.

At this point I have to paint a little picture of the bar setup for you. As you walk in the door there is a big u-shaped bar immediately to your right. We were all the way around on the far side of the bar, furthest from the door. Our new friend was in the last seat, right before the opening where the bartenders can walk into the serving area in the center. The bar stools are the kind with seat backs. They also swivel, which is how she would turn to face her new friend. (We’ll call him Matt, because…well… his name was Matt) You’ll see why all this is all important in just a sec.

Getting back to the fun, my wife’s skirt was short enough that it was barely under her butt as she sat on the stool, but the seat back had kind of hidden this from being too obvious. Getting more and more turned on and with her judgment starting to fade, she wanted me to get in on the fun, so instead of swiveling her chair, she was turned in her seat. I could then see that her skirt was not under her at all. As she flirted with her new friend, she reached behind and pulled up on her skirt so that I could see the bottom inch or two of her bare butt on the barstool.

Being a quite a bit more sober, I knew this was pushing things a bit too far, so I reached over and pulled her skirt back down to at least touch the chair behind her, covering her butt. But I could only imagine what it was doing to the front of the skirt when she pulled up the back. It’s all about plausible deniability. You can get away with showing a little skin at a bar, especially if it seems accidental, but you can’t just sit bottomless in a bar! At this point, though, I was distracted by her phone sitting on the bar-top and my curiosity about the pictures they had taken.

I discreetly picked up her phone, typed in her passcode, and looked at her photos. The first was fairly modest. She had turned about 45 degrees sideways and raised her outside knee a little, showing a lot of leg but covering the front of her skirt. But the second picture was even better than I had hoped for! She had straightened her out her outside leg and raised her inner knee. This alone would have made for a great up-skirt, but what I don’t think she even realized was that it caused the front hem of her skirt to fold up on itself about an inch or two. This meant that her skirt was pulled almost straight across her hip bones. She was bare for a good 2 to 3 inches above her pussy. Her landing strip was totally visible all the way to the bare skin above. And this was the posed position! I can only imagine what showed getting on and off (no pun intended.)

So at this point I was pretty pleased. I had a great picture and she was sure to be pretty hot to trot! I was a little jealous of this guy as I had certainly never had a women I didn’t know flash me in such a blatant manner! She had pushed the bounds of what you could get away with further than she ever had before. I mean yes, she was outside and it was dark. But this is a bar with picnic tables and at least a dozen people drinking outside. Who knows what they saw. Pretty freakin’ hot stuff. I couldn’t wait to hear about it!

And that’s when I glanced over and froze. Although she had her back to me, I could see her skirt had flipped up again in front. And although Matt was the only patron that could see her from the front, the bartender had come down to the opening at the end of the bar and was staring straight at her from behind Matt.

This is where my thinking might have gotten a little bit fuzzy from the drinks. We’re regulars at this bar, and I’m thinking I don’t want us to get thrown out, so she couldn’t’ let on that she knew how much she was showing. (Which she very well may not have - she was flashing on purposed, but I don’t think she meant to be virtually bottomless) And somehow in my alcohol induced haze, instead of turning her toward me and helping to straighten things out, I somehow thought I needed to act as if I hadn’t noticed what was happening.

So for at least the next ten minutes I pretended to stare at my phone while intently watching through my peripheral vision as she squirmed around on the stool with her skirt almost around her belt line. Man, those guys were very interested in whatever she was saying, lol! I already had a boner from seeing the chair picture, and I felt like I was getting harder and harder as the minutes ticked by. I felt completely locked in place and unable to act.

Finally the second bartender came around and asked if we wanted another drink. I was able to get her straightened out, and we got out of there pretty fast after that. I’d love to tell you we had a night of epic sex after, but she was more wasted than I realized, and basically passed out the minute she hit the bed. We did have a pretty good morning though, as she filled me in on the details she could remember, and I filled her in on some she couldn’t.

I know this is a long story already, but there are a few footnotes. Two things remain a mystery from that night. The first is why there are only two pictures on her phone. They were outside a long time for only two pictures. …Not long enough for anything really fun to have happened, but longer that just 2 pics should take. I asked her if he took any with his phone, but she isn’t sure. So maybe there are some amazing pictures somewhere of my wife sitting in a big orange chair outside a busy bar flashing her pussy. I actually hope he took some, cuz she really left the poor guy hanging! So I hope he’s gotten some use out of them. I really hope they don’t turn up on the internet somewhere - cuz that would be awesome. Oops, I mean terrible, that would be terrible. Post ‘em if you got ‘em kids!

The other mystery involves the skirt. She does remember people smiling at her as she walked though the crowd and back into the bar. Probably because it was pretty clear what kind of naughty pictures she was taking… but just maybe the skirt didn’t flip up when she was lifting the back of the skirt on the barstool. Maybe it stayed up from the moment it happened on the chair. I was too busy acting nonchalant and staring at my phone to look up and see if she walked past all the picnic tables and around the whole bar with her soaking wet pussy on display. It’s a nice thought.

To wrap things up, as I mentioned this is our regular watering hole. We’ve never seen Matt again, but there’s a certain bartender that always has a big smile for her. She certainly has no secrets from him. But she always blushes when he smiles at her. And it makes her a little wet.

PS - Matt, buddy. She got a good talking to about being a cock tease. If you ever come back please know that she’s expected to take you out to the parking lot and show you a good time… Or you can show her a good time… I’m pretty sure a good time will be had by all.

PPS - and she made me add this in the hopes that he’ll read it it (or that someone else will figure it out and tell him - because you know the story’s gotten around) …All the bartender has to do is ask. She feels she owes him too. She’s always wanted to be dragged into the men’s room, or the storeroom, and taken from behind. (So I guess actually don’t ask, just take). You know that she let the cook finger her as they sat at the bar one time… but that’s a whole nother story.

Not on purpose
 

I have only seen this happen once and even then it was accidental, we were at a local country park specifically to take pictures, my wife knows how much i love taking pics of her outside and so this day she dressed in just a denim skirt and a vest top with nothing at all underneath, we had taken a few shots of her with her top and skirt pulled up and as we walked around the virtually deserted country park we found a memorial bench next to a footpath in a secluded area

we sat down and had a drink before my wife laid back on the bench a put her legs over me, i knew what she was offering so her skirt was soon pushed up to allow me to touch her pussy, we stayed like this for a while as i played with her and finally fingered her as she lay with her legs spread over me

she was lost in her enjoyment and oblivious to everything as she orgasmed, after she did so she still lay there with her pussy on full view with neither of us aware that another couple were about to walk past, in the instant i realised they were there i had no time to cover her up and they both had a full view of her with her legs open and her pussy on show

i was unsure to tell her what had just happened as she was still laid back with her eyes closed but i did and thankfully she just said it is too late to worry about it now, i honestly thought i was in big trouble for letting it happen but she was quite laid back about it, i wanted to show her what they had just seen so i took a picture of her laying there and when i showed her what they had seen she again just brushed it off as done and over with

i personally enjoyed knowing what they had seen and my wife knows i enjoyed them seeing her like that so i think there was an element of her being happy for me and it being truly accidental in her calmness, we have spoken of it many times since and she always smiles and says it was my lucky day, i know she will go topless on the beach for me but i also know she would never show her pussy like that on purpose so for it to happen at all was a one off accident but for her to be so calm and let me enjoy it when she could have raised hell to me for letting it happen was an even bigger treat

Wow that's a meaty pussy. Nice

wife flashing
 

This happened in the 80’s when my wife and I were in our early 30’s. We both worked in the same building in a large city’s downtown area. We worked on different floors of the building but would often meet for lunch. We liked to go to mall with a food court that was a block away from our office building. The mall had been built recently and was attached to an older department store. You could enter the department store from the mall but there were 3 or 4 steps that had to be ascended. Workers would sit to eat lunch on the steps away from the entrance so they wouldn’t block pedestrians. There were also seats on the floor of the mall with some of them facing the department store entrance. My wife loved flashing, so we came up with the idea of trying it here. I sat in a seat facing her along with whoever else wanted to sit there. She’d sit on the steps eating her lunch and “accidently” spread her legs. She always wore a loose dress when she did this. The first time she wore panties. Again, this was the 80’s when a full bush was the norm. She had a great dark brown bush that couldn’t all fit inside her panties. From my seat about 30 feet away I could clearly see her bush on the sides of her panties. The other guy sitting there had the same view. We did this again with her going without panties. She was very good about being nonchalant. She’d slowly open her legs acting like she didn’t know that she was displaying the goods. Eventually she would catch a guy looking. After their eyes met, she would open her legs wider to show everything that she had. Of course, I enjoyed this immensely and it led to some hot times in the car on the drive home after work.

I think I posted this before, maybe not. My wife and I were in Montreal, I was there for business, she wanted to check out galleries and the art scene. My meeting ran a bit over, my wife texted me that she would be in this café where we had planned to meet. Finally I got away and headed to the café, it was a large area and I was looking all around for her, so I got a glass of wine from the bar and texted asking her where she was. She texted me back with her location, but asked me to stay put for a bit, she was toying with a guy at another table.

I finally spotted the back of her head, I could see she had a book in her hand, I also saw a guy at a table facing her. He was looking at her and it seemed that my wife was giving him a show. I texted back and asked her if she was flashing the guy in the gray coat, I got a "maybe, if you see him come to my table then come over."

But that's not how it played out, I saw him write something that he put in his pocket. I few minutes later an attractive young woman came, he stood up and kissed her, then she sat with him. I went to my wife's table and sat with her, I asked her if she was being a bad girl, she smiled and said "very, my panties are in my purse".

We had a light dinner, at some point my wife had a piece of paper, it seems a waiter had slipped it to her, she said that guy and his SO had left, he must have slipped it to the waiter, it looked like the paper I saw him writing on. I asked her what she was going to do with it, there was a phone number, she said nothing, she was just having a little fun. Of course I had a few more meeting the next day, she said she went to a museum.

The jealous type
 

When I was young, I was pretty jealous of anyone that would pay an abundant amount of attention to my wife. One evening my wife and I had gone to a bar with another couple. We slid into a booth in the fairly well-lighted bar. It didn't take long before a guy nearby with a very good shot of my wife was eyeing her. Initially, I paid little attention to it, but before long, I noticed she was giving him the eye right back. I watched this go on through our first beer. However, by the second beer, she was still giving him the look. She and the other lady returned from the "powder room," and I noted that my wife had undone two additional buttons at the top of her blouse offering a pretty fabulous shot of her tits. The flirting continued between her and that guy. By the time we started on our third beer, nothing had changed -- except she had started moving her right knee and leg in and out from her other knee and leg. I knew that she had gone commando for the evening and was providing him a great beaver shot. He was fixated on her crotch by now.

Enough was enough. I said to the other couple that I knew a better place, and that we should depart. With that we got up to leave. Mr. Beaver Shot had his legs crossed and kicked out in the aisle where we had to walk to exit. I stepped squarely on his elevated and extended foot on the way out. He never made a move toward me. I guess he figured it was the price of admission.

Advantage
 

On a similar tack. Just wonder how many Females "display their goods to advantage" when Attending Job Interviews ? Meanwhile, as a Family Man, you are Applying for a "Last-Chance" Money Loan or Similar Business Deal ? But the Interviewer is a "Well-Rigged-Womaniser" with a Large, comfortably furnished, Office. He DEMANDS your Attendance, together with your Wife. Imagine the "Basic Instinct-Type Occasion", knowing your Wife is to be "propositioned" ! Imagine the preparations, both of you knowing she is naked under her skimpy, strappy Summer Mini Dress, especially for the Session ! Imagine the manoeuvring of the Pervert as your Wife perches on the opposite sofa, crossing her legs as she leans back , then parting her thighs as she bends forwards ! And then what do YOU do if HE willingly meets ALL YOUR Demands, provided YOUR Wife is in "regular solo-attendance in his Locked Office", fulfilling ALL HIS Needs, whilst Acting as THE Continual Guarantor of YOUR Suitability" ? And what exactly is going to be required of YOUR Wife when, following his expected Regular Call, she attends, exactly similarly dressed at HIS INSISTANCE, for a Brief Encounter ?

Guys looking up my wifes skirt
 

Several years back we were at a dinner/dance. My wife wore a rather short for her sequined dress. She wore pantyhose without underwear. After a few too many drinks she dropped the contents of her purse on the floor. She was squatting down to pick up everything as I was walking back to our table. I then noticed a friend at the next table looking my wifes way. He had a clear view up her skirt. I never said a word to her about it, but still think about it. A few months later, she wore the same dress to a wedding. All night when she sat at our table, the dress was riding up on her. I saw that 2 young guys were looking at her legs and up her skirt all night. Later we sat at the bar at the venue and the 2 young guys sat on barstools across from my wife, bought her a drink and continued looking up her skirt. I had a few drinks as well. She was flirting heavily with them. Sadly my wife was too drunk to have the guys come back to the room. But both guys got a nice hug goodnight as I watched them feel up my wifes big tits. When we got back to our room, I got a great set of nude pics, and fucked her twice before she passed out.

I get a real thrill watching guys looking at my wife, similar to most on here. Like your wife, mine especially likes when it’s younger guys in their 20’s. She’s mid50’s now, but has an real MILF body and looks early 40’s. One of the best, which I detailed in another thread, was two college guys that were talking and looking at her on a nude beach. It was hot seeing their “physical reaction”, because at that age for certain they can’t control it. Not that I’ve learned to yet, either.

I was good with her taking them to our room, but she didn’t go through with it. I however, benefited from her extreme arousal that day.