Someone commented on my story about my wife flashing me and others, which reminded me of a night early on in our escapades when we went to a very quiet pub, which we had used a few times before, and continued using after seeing how quiet it was.
Before, my wife generally had worn buttoned blouses and skirts, or maybe a button through, or wrapover dress to this pub like she wore to other pubs we'd visited on our "flashing " afternoons or evenings.
In the past in this particular pub, my wife had opened her blouse and flashed her tits, raised or opened her skirt to flash her pussy to me, and once, removed her blouse and skirt, just leaving a long cardigan over her shoulders, showing me all of her body at the same time. She had caressed her tits and pussy many times here, to my great joy.
This night, my wife just wore a long coat. After a drink or two, she opened the coat, gradually exposing her body to me; proud tits, shaven pussy, all on display.
We heard an outer door open, which made my wife draw the coat around her.
Four people came into the Lounge we were using, and sat about four tables away, behind my wife. After they settled with drinks, my wife reopened her coat and proceeded to play with her tits, caressing them with vigour.
She could see she was making me hard by the obvious bulge in my jeans, and played up to that, squeezing her tits forcibly, pinching her nipples, even licking them, which she could do, having quite large breasts.
Before long, she started rubbing her pussy with one hand and caressing a tit with the other. She was really going for it, her pussy obviously getting wet, opening more every minute.