[Fred163]

On the second-to-last day of our summer vacation, my wife wanted to go shopping. We found a boutique and browsed the dresses. There was a large selection, and I found a very special summer dress. It's yellow patterned and about knee-length, with the special feature that it has laces all the way down one side. It took some persuasion to get her to try it on. When the saleswoman saw our interest, she came over and advised my wife. They discussed the size, and the saleswoman said, depending on how much skin she wanted to show, it's recommended to go down a size and adjust the lacing to suit the size. My wife went into the fitting room, and the saleswoman was waiting for her. The dress has a zipper on the back, and the lacing was set quite wide. The saleswoman began working on the lacing, and the dress settled into place. The holes are about 10 cm apart. According to the saleswoman, it was exactly the right size; the gap between the front and back of the dress was about 7-8 cm and showed bare skin. My wife wanted the lacing a little tighter so that less skin was visible, but then it would have been too tight. Of course, you shouldn't wear underwear while wearing it. So my wife went back into the changing room and took off her bra and panties, then walked back and forth through the store, past the mirror. I noticed her skepticism and reassured her that she looked very sexy in it, the saleswoman agreed, and that her seamlessly tanned skin fit perfectly. So she decided to go ahead and wear the dress. Once the decision was made, the saleswoman began the final touches, tightening the inner elastic at the waist, and now the dress accentuated her hips without changing the lacing.
I invited her to dinner for it.

Once we got back to the hotel, she made various movements to see how the dress would hold up. As she sat down, the dress slipped well above her knees, and some wrinkles formed at the lacing, making it easy to see inside, but she left it on.
There was a small beach restaurant with an outdoor area. There were still free tables, so we sat down. On the way there, she said it was very exciting for her to be completely naked underneath.
But since all the women there are similarly lightly dressed, she didn't stand out much and quickly lost her insecurity.

Back home, a few weeks later, my brother invited us to his birthday party. Since it was still quite warm, I told her she should wear the dress. She didn't immediately agree, but I finally persuaded her, and she said it was a vacation dress. On the car ride there, she felt the dress rode up too high and that she had to be careful not to let anyone see between her legs. When we arrived at the brother's house, he greeted us right in front of the house and looked at my wife. I knew he really liked her. He took her hand, lifted it up, and made her spin in a circle. Of course, he immediately noticed the side lacing, looked closely, and said, "You're probably naked underneath," and she nodded.

He introduced us to his guests and seated us, making sure he sat on the side with the lacing. She was very careful to keep her legs tightly closed or crossed them. The dress rode up quite a bit, and the person sitting opposite could probably see a few things now and then. When I was briefly in the kitchen with my brother, he said, "Man, your wife is hot again today, and I've already felt between the lacing twice. She really does seem to be naked underneath, and I'm just imagining what she actually looks like naked. Maybe you can show me a photo sometime!" "Of course she's naked!" Then I showed him two photos, not completely naked, but topless in a thong. He was immediately excited.

I was excited the whole evening. On the drive home, my wife said, "That was a pretty exciting evening for me, sitting so frivolously and giving so many glimpses! The guy sitting directly across from me kept smiling and winking at me, which made me horny and made me want to read his thoughts."
At home, I immediately had to help her out of her dress...