I love it when my wife doesn't wear underwear.
It had become common knowledge among our friends that my wife didn't wear underwear under her skirts and dresses in the summer. Whenever we were with them, they waited for the chance to catch a glimpse, which they usually managed to do.
For example: at a barbecue at our neighbor's house, he had set up wooden posts around a campfire as seats, topped with thin cushions. She sat on them to eat. She was wearing a short dress and, of course, nothing underneath. Naturally, the hem kept riding up with every movement, making it easy to see her shaved vulva. Since some of our neighbor's friends who didn't know us were also there, word quickly spread among the men about where to look.
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