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I picked up my wife late from work one evening. I was surprised she wore that light blue top. When she stepped in the car I could clearly see the granny type bra visible beneath it.

Once inside the car she looked toward me exasperated. She was tired, grumpy, but glad to see me.
We rounded the corner, out the parking lot, headed toward our small town and home. Once we hit the
sparsely traveled road she moved with a hurried determination. Reaching under, sn*tching the old style
bra from around her placing it on the seat. She instantly felt much better.

My eyes quickly glanced up and over my little Latina wifey. The bra removed, the light blue top now presented the sight of large sized brown aureolas, and plump nipples with obvious apparentness. This was an unusual moment. In the car, on the road, out in public and her tits visible. The situation had me sprouting a Chubby.

Realistically, there was no chance anyone would see. She was safe, feeling better, and starting to relax.
We shared about our day, unwinding conversation, soft pleasing melodies playing in the car.

Nearing our small town the conversation turned to the subject of dinner. It was late evening, the thought of cooking
sounded unpleasant. I suggested, if we hurried we could make it to our little favorite restaurant before it closed.
When we parked my mind was humming with the thoughts of how she looked. The idea that another man might see her stirring in my mind. I was further excited as she exited the car with her tits still visible. This was My wife, unreal!!

My anticipations were dashed when she marched behind the car, opened the trunk and grabbed a shawl. She instructed me to hurry in before it closed. Carefully she d****d the shawl around her neck and down her front covering those special sexy gems...

We had arrived just as it was closing. As regular customers we received the courtesy, and took a seat in our booth.
I don't remember just what we ordered, only that our order was quickly made.

By the time our food was served we were the only ones remaining in the small restaurant. Our young waitress
was cordial, telling us not to hurry, excusing herself and disappearing.

We were alone, relaxed, enjoying our meal. The shawl my wife was wearing drooping forward with every bite.
There were a few times it landed in her plate.... She looked around very carefully, timidly scouting. She finally decided to remove the shawl worried it would get soiled. Her face filled with a sheepish flush setting it on the booth seat. Her top not sheer, sheer transparent, but yet, it did not hide her large brown hoops nor her fat dark nipples poking forward. She may as well been topless.

I could not believe she did it. I could see the pale light tone of her breasts accented by her normally covert tits. My wife's tits, parading in a public place. This was completely out of character. When the waitress checked in on us she quickly retreated. There was an obvious awareness. My wife acting casual, normal. I suspected nobody would ever see except that young waitress. I'm sure my wife thought the same.

When our meal concluded my wife choose to engage the young waitress with questions about ingredients, and spices. They were questions the young gal could not answer. It surprised me my wife had prolonged those awkward moments. I had expected a quick exit, or at least the return of the shawl.

We were still seated and about to get up when the restaurant cook/owner suddenly stood at our table. I don't think I can adequately put into words the contrast of those two faces at that moment. My wife caught point blank with her breasts on display. Her very own ingredient questions having invited his presence. Really, her questions had invited his mind to explore the revelation of her tits. Her emotions in a fuzzed daze. She did not know how to react. I could almost see her thoughts,

"Do I cover?, do I fold my arms? do I act casual ? what do I do?"

She sat frozen in place unguarded, eyes looking back up at him, both breasts visible, caught.

He was infatuated, gleaming with pleasure. He now knew just how this brown eyed beauty looks bare breasted, topless.

We had some short exchanges with him in the past. Some casual brief introductions and pleasantries. He was in no hurry here, giving my wife's tits a good long looking over. They were engaged in conversation, one sat in flushed embarrassment, while the other stood in awed discovery.

When we got to the car she mused with regret, "Well that was embarrassing!"


It took several weeks before we could return. The restaurant busy, bustling. He came to our table with a warm greeting smile. It was a quick exchange. Her quick eye connection, her head dropped down, eyes on the menu.
Her tits imprinted in his mind, his grin. Both reliving that one late evening. I got a chubby.