Shopping With My Show-off Wife
I enjoyed going clothes shopping with my exhibitionist wife especially at this one particular women's clothing store in the local mall. This store was a favorite of ours for two reasons: it had always had a large selection of sexy outfits and the dressing room layout. The management at this store realized that they make more sales if they had a comfortable place for guys to sit and wait while the wives and girlfriends tried on their selections. This area was right outside the changing rooms and there was an spot with several mirrors where the women could come out to show their shopping companion how the outfit looked. The management also had a couple of sales associates stationed there to tell the customers how nice they looked in whatever they were wearing
So when I went to this store with the wife, we would pick out clothes that were very revealing, too small, too tight, too short, you get the idea. So she'd take our selections back into the dressing room and would try each item on then come out to where the other guys and myself were sitting to get my opinion. She would walk out wearing items like, a sheer, see-thru blouse, without wearing a bra beneath it. Or a really tight little dress with her t i t s ready to pop out. Some time's she'd try on sweaters or tops with a loose weave that let everyone see her hard nipples poking out. She would come out in mini-skirts that barely came down past her a s s and ask if I thought it was too short. I'd say "oh, it looks fine to me. dear..."
What we both enjoyed was seeing how the other guys waiting outside the dressing rooms reacted when my wife came out wearing these outfits. Some guys were very appreciative and offered polite opinions. Others just stared with their mouths hanging open. Some guys would pretend not to look, with their head turned away but their eyes were over to the side as far as they could, trying to see. Sometimes a guy's wife would catch him checking out my wife and get pissed off at him.
The young sycopant sales girls stationed outside the dressing room area would see what my wife had on, get this wide-eyed look on their faces and sometimes just didn't know what to say.
When my wife finished trying on sexy clothes, we would pay for her new outfits then wander about the mall. My wife often wore skirts and a thong/g-string panties (or no panties). Instead of using the escaltors, we would take the stairs, allowing guys to see up her skirt from below.