I have some what of a post. Tame but fun watching my wife progress. We decided to head south for a long weekend. As plans go, weather disrupted our trip. We were sitting by a fire and my wife suggested we get in my truck and see how far south we can go. We quickly packed a bag each and headed out. Roads were ice and snow. After many hours of white knuckle driving we decided to spend time in Memphis. I dropped my wife at the hotel entrance and headed to the parking garage. She text me the room number before I parked. I made it to the room and she was waiting ready to find a place to land. I dropped my bag and we headed out. It was dark, cold and icy. Not much traffic on foot or cars for downtown Friday night.
We found a bar/grill a block away off the main downtown routes. The place was relatively large in the shape of an L with televisions scattered around the walls. We walked to the far end of the bar area and got the last table. There were three other tables with two or three men at each. Male waiter and male bartender. As we sat I told my wife that she must feel awkward being the only female in the place. She said she prefers it that way. The waiter took or drink order and said they only have appetizers because only one person in the kitchen. We ordered.
As we were removing or layers I noticed my wife had changed her top from a sweater to a sheer pastel blue blouse. She has lost all her tan so her pale asking really showed thru the blouse. She also left her scarf on with each end hanging/covering each tit. We get our drinks and I ask why the scarf. She said she did not pack another bra and only had the one she was wearing. She moved the scarf from her right breast. The blouse had no pockets and was tight across the chest. She was wearing a bra I had ordered some time ago that is completely sheer. I am now looking at her totally visible pink areola and nipple thru the blouse and bra. She quickly covered again.
I said damn that unfortunate for you. You may as well remove the scarf. She refused. We continued drinking and eating. Skipping ahead. My wife as she drinks gets chatty and animated with her hands as she talks. She is on the side of the round table facing the bar. I am on her left facing the tables and open floor. As she is talking the left side of the scarf migrates to the side. I am looking at her left tit. Now it's not like a clear view. I am looking thru a sheer bra and a pastel blue blouse but you can see size shape and with her white white skin, even the color. I am mesmerized. The other tables would not see this by their position.
As she talks the bartender walks to our end of the bar and retrieves two beers. He looks straight at my wife, pauses and walks back delivering the beers to the waiter. He then starts wiping down the bar all the way back and stops across from my wife pretending to watch the game on the tv behind her. He hangs there for awhile then down the bar and talks to the waiter. They both glance back at us as they talk. As the waiter started our direction my wife stood and excused herself to the restroom. I watched. Her walk away. She was wearing black tights and long black boots. Her ass looked great. Also as she stood she covered.
As she walked the length of the bar and turned all were doing as I did watching her ass. The waiter came and got our empty glasses and said that if we were done ordering food they were going to let the cook go home. I said we were. My wife returned. She said if the darn blouse was not so tight across the chest she could remove the scarf. She was looking at herself in the restroom. I said well the bartender looked to enjoy the view earlier. I explained to her that she failed to maintain coverage as she talked so he got a nice long view. She said that she thought he was just catching up on the game behind her. I said he does not even know whose playing. We laughed.
I asked if she would now remove the scarf. She declined. We continued watching drinking an talking. She kept closer attention to her scarf and if it moved she would leave it but adjust if she noticed any movement our way. The waiter really checked on us more often and the bartender kept a close eye on the game behind her.
Skipping ahead... My wife is now loose and talkative. Another description for drunkish. We are down to the bartender, waiter and a table at the other end of the bar with three men drinking and getting into a basketball game. I am now working on her to lose the scarf. She was ok but did not want to be a scene for the other table. I continued but seemed to no avail. She would move the scarf to the side but cover if she thought anyone was looking. I explained that in our location the table would see nothing. She kept asking if I'm sure. I kept reassuring her. I thought I had her convinced till she excused herself to the restroom.
The waiter checked on me. I ordered drinks and asked if they would like for us to leave so they could close. He said that if they want to keep their jobs they will be open with or without customers till 1 a.m on a Friday night. he asked if she was my wife. I said yes. He said dont take this the wrong way but that he would prefer we stay because she gives them something to look at other than men. I said I completely agree I am trying to look myself. The waiter smiled an said we really are too. I said well i hope our luck changes. He crossed his fingers and walked away. So we all know now that we are all three trying to look.
My wife is walking back. He purse strap across between her tits. I think damn why couldn't it have pulled the scarf a little askew. She sits and gets comfortable. We start talking again. She brings up the subject I do not like. Napa valley. She starts talking about wine tours and the things she wants to do with a week there. I do my same courtesy nodding and agreeing with no intention of going. As she gets to the end of her conversation, she asked my thoughts. I give her my standard conflicts with work and time commitments. She sat forward and moved her scarf to the side. She is now braless and her nipple looked as though it was going to rip the blouse. I asked where's "my" favorite bra, like a dumbass. She said in her purse. I am transfixed on her tit. Without the bra the areola and nipple are more visable. All I could follow with was damn.
This opened a whole dialog. Back and forth we went. I really did not want a week in wine country, it's just not my thing. She keeps flashing me as we discuss but I keep my composure. The waiter stopped by and we ordered another round. My wife said quote, well let's let the waiter decide. Decide what. If I should sit here with my scarf not covering me. I said he is not aware you are braless. She said its obvious from behind. I agreed.
He returned. As he set the drinks down, my wife asked if he could settle a bet between us. He said sure. She went into excusing why she is dressed as she is and then said I agreed to take her on a trip if she removed the bra she was wearing. Many excuses as to why she is doing what she is doing. She says that I now want her to move the scarf but will not guarantee her the trip. He looked at me. I said I'm not excited about a trip to wine country. He said, a bets a bet. If she completes the bet you have to also. My wife sat up now excited.
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