It started when we had been invited to a barbecue to welcome new neighbours, the sort of occasion people turn up to in causal clothes. As she often does, Carol wore some sexy underwear under her demure summer dress. It made her feel good to look for all intents and purposes, like a a modest woman but if people knew what she had on underneath they would know she was far from chaste. It was on this occasion that they did!
Carol had chosen to wear stockings with suspenders and matching lace hi-line panties for the event. About halfway though the afternoon she went to the loo and did the classic thing of tucking her skirt in her knickers. She came out displaying a fair amount of skin, a lot of thigh and everyone who saw her knew that her demure image was concealing a smoulderingly sexy woman in lacy lingerie.
She could have only been looking like this for a less than a minute, but it was long enough for some of the men to comment to me about her legs, how lucky I was, and "I didn't expect that!" Being a gentleman I wanted to go over, take her to one side and cover her up but those guys playfully hung on to me and to be honest, I wasn't trying too hard to pull away.
I couldn't really call out "Hey, Carol you're showing everyone your butt" as it would just have drawn attention to her. Shortly after the hostess came up and standing behind her, obviously whispered something discrete and Carol pulled her dress down. She did go very red though and shot me a look to say, "I can't believe what I just did!
The women around her seemed to be making light of it and she did have a giggle too. The last mention of it to me was a neighbour saying he had not been looking forward to coming but, "your wife made it worthwhile."
As soon as we left Carol talked of nothing else; "did you see", "why didn't you tell me", "I bet you were enjoying it too much", "what were they saying?" Of course she also said how embarrassed she was and blushed again. Once inside she wanted to find out how much of her body had been on show and got me to recreate the mishap and looked at herself in the mirror, hand over her mouth with shock.
It was then Carol looked at me and said, "I bet you wish I'd shown more of my bottom!"
I began to protest that I would not want her feel even worse than she did - but she cut across with "I wish I had!"
"Carol!"
"I do, I'm so wet!"
We made love so passionately with her still in her dress and sexy underwear. I was in no doubt she meant it.
After the unexpected excitement, Carol and I both felt at the display she gave our neighbours, she was quite enthusiastic about repeating it. She didn't say so at first but Carol often mentioned how she had shown her bottom to everyone and that they could see she was wearing stockings and suspenders. She talked about how embarrassed she was.
Eventually, when the subject came up again while we were in bed, Carol said I probably wanted to see her expose herself again. I told her that I didn't want to see her feel so bad about what had happened again.
She replied, "Well I want to; I don't mind being embarrassed for a while if I get to feel as sexy as long as I have afterwards!"
I was more than surprised but quite excited myself of course. There were obvious problems though.
"You can't possibly do the same thing again, people would know it wasn't an accident second time around."
"I know, we will have to set it up somewhere else."
For much of the next hour we talked about what we could do. It would have to be away from people we knew and eventually, on a train journey was what we came up with.
Carol sat window side, partly because she had me between her and everyone else and partly because I would have a good view when she came back from the toilet later. A couple of stops into our journey Carol looked at me, signaling she was ready. I stood up to allow her to get into the aisle. As she walked to the end of the carriage in the same light summer dress she wore to the barbecue, I wondered if she had the nerve to go through with it.
A few minutes later and she started back to our seats, and I saw from people's reactions she had. From the guy sitting nearest the door who stared transfixed at Carol's behind, the girl who motioned to a fellow passenger to look, to a man sat diagonally opposite us (whose face cannot have been more than 18 inches from Carol's bum clad only in sheer panties) all told me she was 'accidentally' exposing herself again.
I got up to let my beautiful, daring wife back in by the window and as she did so, I made out to be shocked that her dress was tucked up in the waist band of her pants, showing everyone she had passed a full view of her arse, stockings and suspenders. She made a great show of being mortified of course.
She told me later, “I didn't have to play act, I was deeply embarrassed but enormously excited too. While ever I can pretend to myself that I'm not doing anything out of the ordinary, I can carry off displays of my body but as soon as that state of disbelief is punctured, I become ashamed of what I have done, aware people will have mental pictures of me in a state of undress, and that I have demeaned myself. I find the combination highly erotic."
“I know I was crimson with embarrassment as I sat down, but I know I was also wet between my legs; I quite longed for Col's fingers to find a way in there but the man across from us who already had an eyeful was paying me too much attention to risk it."
Another couple of stops and we got off the train again and Carol immediately began talking about the experience and wanting to know who had seen her and exactly what she had shown off. We recreated the scene in our hotel bedroom when we arrived. I even took a couple of Polaroid shots for Carol with her dress as it had been on the train, so she could see for herself the view about ten people had had of her that day.
(One of those pictures is the 'cover' to this story. It was taken before the days of digital cameras, so the quality is not brilliant.)
I love it when Carol wears button through dresses that I can get my fingers in. With a cardigan draped over her knees or a newspaper opened out on our laps, my hand is often busy under it. As well as getting my fingers in-between the buttons, I undo them to fondle her. The hornier she is the more of them I can slip out of their holes and the more likely I can slip into her's. Trains, nature reserves, park benches, waiting in traffic queues and cinemas are all places we have enjoyed undoing the buttons and Carol getting ‘undone’, sometimes to climax. Often until she can't stand the sweet torture and wants to make love somewhere private.
She can’t quite let herself go enough to orgasm when people are close by. For example, the seats immediately in front or behind us on a train, and I think I might get worried if she did, but she will cum if folk are not in sight. When she is confident we are unlikely to be caught she will allow me to undo all the buttons below her waist and open her dress right up. If she hasn’t taken her panties off already I pull them aside or occasionally down around her thighs. I love it when she takes the risk of easing herself off a seat to let me do this. Often I can smell her juices and I will always rub her so as to hear her wet pussy lips.
I’ll let Carol take up the story:
“I get very hot doing this with perhaps just a couple of sheets of paper concealing my (im)modesty. I imagine what it would be like if the newspaper slipped or if I forgot how exposed I was and took the jacket off my lap. Of course, I could not bring myself to do anything like that deliberately, but it did set me thinking about how buttons might come undone accidentally.
I tried putting on a top that was too small to see if I could get them to burst open but that only worked with one button if I really stuck my chest out.