We had placed an ax on a local no strings site and had received numerous replies, though most were less than interesting.

My wife is an incurable exhibitionist and enjoys nothing more than being in a pub and seeing a guy get increasingly heated at the sight of her thighs.

She would normally wear black or nearly black tights and the sexiest lace knickers! She also loves the feel and the visual effect of one of her numerous white nylon petticoats, as it peeps from under her dress or skirt.

Anyway, one particular response to the advert was from a man in his fifties, who enthused about her posted pictures. He asked for more, particularly panty shots, and he later replied quite unexpectedly, with a picture of his erect cock, which had just exploded on seeing my wife’s pictures.

She was taken aback at the site of his rather large endowment and I could tell her interest had started to go beyond just showing her knickers.

Jed was his name and said he was eager to meet.

She explained that I would be there and he seemed not to mind. So having arranged an evening, time and place, we got on with our daily lives, though her enthusiasm had started to grow I have to say and the conversation inevitably turned to meeting Jed; did I object? Would I mind if it led to intercourse? Should she consent to oral sex?

On the night in question, she got ready in her blue patterned dress, white slip, white lace knickers under sheer black tights and black heels.

She had arranged for 7:30 and said we would be at a table in the far corner, away from uninvited attention.

We got drinks and sat at the table - she hung her coat over an adjacent chair, and was already displaying a small amount of white lace slip. As she sat, she crossed her legs as usual and more slip appeared.

Just after 7:30 a man entered the bar, scanning the room as he ordered a drink.

He glanced across and smiled, then sat at a table facing us, enabling a good view.

She slid her dress further up her crossed legs, to the point where she was showing the tops of her tights. She whispered to me “Can I go further?” So I squeezed her had in an approving manner.

She then began to slowly run her finger up her gorgeous nylon leg, before eventually reaching her outside knickers (she sometimes wore two pairs). She continued to give her nylon-clad pussy some attention and our friend had begun to stoke his cock through his trousers, becoming more pronounced as time went on.

We had agreed that I would leave her to it, should she whisper our coded signal word, which was “diesel”

I duly stood and said unmistakably “I’d better get some diesel love before I forget.”

So I kissed her cheek and left, without acknowledging Jed.

Now, having used the bar on numerous occasions, I knew the best vantage point and though it seemed kinky, I had my binoculars in the car.

I was all set up and it wasn’t long before Jed slid beside my wife, his right hand on her thigh. After a while he gently kissed her neck and ran his hand up her inner thigh. She seemed most compliant and allowed him into her tights, where he tore a small hole, before exploring her inner delights.

I didn't expect what happened next though - he had a careful look around but the pub was quiet - then he helped her to remove one pair of knickers, before returning his finger to her pussy and, I assumed, her clitoris!

I returned some time after and he seemed quite embarrassed, though my wife made the introductions quite calmly.

“Jed’s going to show us his new house,” she said with a twinkle.

So off they went, with me following

We arrived and he showed us into the lounge before going to the kitchen for a bottle of wine.

We sat and we talked for a while but before long she had made her way to the sofa where he sat, and draped herself across towards him.

They kissed, long and sexily, as he moved his hand back under her dress.

He worked vigorously on her pussy, to the point where she was gasping and moaning loudly.

In one movement he then ran two hands up under her dress and pulled down her tights and knickers to her Lowe legs, before exploring her with his tongue, search each erotic spit that produced a reaction.

He removed a condom from his back pocket- the kind I recognised from the machine in the pub.

She brushed it away however and took his large swollen cock into her mouth. He writhed with pleasure and I could see he was eager not to cum yet.

They both occasionally looked across to me but I simply smiled. By this time, my wife was ready so the knickers and tights were pulled back up (they had discussed in the car about sex with bed tights and knickers on).

He guide her to the deep lambs wool rug before raising her legs and urgently inserting himself into her. The pace of his thrusting grew more intense - and I had already responded by cumming in my boxers!

He asked her to kneel and he entered doggy fashion with his hand stimulating her clitoris.

He continued at the previous pace until he gave a loud groan and emptied his load into my wife.

They collapsed in a tangle there on the rug with Jed still inside my wife.

She put her arms around his neck and kissed him before removing his cock from her grateful pussy and then licking him clean.

We’ve tried the sex-through rights method since and I have to admit to an erotic sensation as the nylon rubs against my skin and my cock squeezes past the gusset of her nylon panties.

We go back to the pub quite often but have yet to meet Jed again; tumour has it he is reunited with his wife, after a brief separation and she’s keeping an eye on him.

Still, we have had other encounters- maybe not as sexual as the one with Jed but my wife has has one or two hands in her knickers.