A lucky waiter sees my wife's ***** under sheer pantyhose
My wife enjoys showing off her beautiful body to strangers, but she has to be in the right mood. When she is, it is just awesome. She is a very attractive woman with beautiful blue eyes, short brown hair, a pretty face, very nice breasts and a thin waist... but the focus of tonight's fun was her lower body.
She had been under a lot of stress lately, but she was relaxed tonight and even more so after a few glasses of wine. She was in a great mood after having lost some weight recently, and she had decided to dress sexy tonight: a black lace bra under a tight top that showed some cleavage, high heels, and sheer-to-waist nude pantyhose under a short brown suede skirt. I knew she was in a special mood when I was explaining to her how to examine a wine cork to make sure the wine is not spoiled, and I pointed out the part of the cork that had been in contact with the wine.
"I know", she smiled, pointing at the stained cork. "That's how you like to leave my *****, right? All purple and throbbing."
"Oh, come on, do you mean to imply that all I care about is touching all your body and teasing you until you come like crazy, and then pounding you until it hurts? You know me better than that!"
"Oh, yes I do. And I know that you like other things, but you like this too."
She had been flirting with the waiter all night, and although I could not see them, her smooth thighs were obviously in good display. It's easy to tell when you get water and wine refills every couple of sips. I stood up to see the view that had the waiters and busboys so excited. Her skirt had ridden up to the point where the slightest movement would bring her ***** into clear view.
"So, do you think I should show them even more?"
"Honey, I doubt that you dare show them more than they've seen, which is plenty anyway", I said as I sat back down.
I was just teasing her, I knew she always appreciated a challenge. But this was not really much of a challenge to her.
"Oh, puh-leeeze", she drawled as she raised her skirt a few more inches. We were sitting in a small booth, and she turned her back against the wall, sliding her legs toward the outside of the booth. Again, I could not see from the other side of the table but I knew the improved view had to be great. When the waiter came by the table again he was not as warm and talkative, and he seemed to stay on my wife's side more. As he left with our dessert order, my wife said:
"You know, this time he came from a different direction and I am sure he had an excellent view!"
So did the gentleman who left with his wife as we were speaking, and the two busboys who filled our glasses and picked up our plates. I wanted to take a peek myself, but I was embarrassed of standing up with an obvious large erection. I tried to arrange things as well as I could and stood up. The view was outstanding. This was no careless display. Without being one hundred percent certain, anybody seeing her would probably think that she wanted to expose herself.
"I can see it", I said.
"You can see what?", she teased.
"Your *****, under the sheer pantyhose, clear as day. You're going to make me come right at this table."
She smiled, but she didn't lower her skirt. The show went on as we finished our shared dessert. When the waiter brought the credit card slip I took my time figuring the tip and signing the slip, to give him time to enjoy. Out of the corner of my eye I could see my wife's naughty smile. When we left the booth she did not make an effort to lower her skirt, letting it settle on its own after she started walking. We were parked on the street, half a block off the restaurant. I wanted to enjoy the view again:
"May I get the door for you, ma'am?"
"Sure, and may I show you my *****, sir?" she said as she got into the
car while leaving her right leg on the sidewalk.
On the way back she rode with her right leg on the dashboard, more for her comfort than for my viewing pleasure.
What I didn't tell her -what she will find out only as she reads this message- is that I wouldn't have minded if she had wanted to take her little game with the waiter and busboys a lot further. What do I mean by this? Well, she happens to be the best ********** most men have ever come across. Not only can she deep throat all but the most sizeable erections, but she also derives tremendous enjoyment from it. It took her many years to admit it, but she gets dripping wet just from sucking ****, and she can come just from the *idea* of having her mouth full of ***.
The other thing I didn't tell my wife, and that she will read here after you do, is that I know I am a very fortunate man to have her and to love her. But I hope she knows that already.