[edcindy]

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.