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.
