I met my now wife in the mid seventies,usual story met at a pub and got together,she was a couple of years older than me,which I found out a bit more in our relationship,but didn't bother me.

She had had more boyfriends than I had girlfriend's,but it didn't worry me,what went on before had happened,she wore slightly shorter skirts than most girls, and I often got to see her stocking tops and suspenders,which really got me turned on.

As time passed I eventually got up her skirt and into her knickers,while she wan ked me,I asked her if she realized that she often showed her stocking tops when we were in public,she said it was just fun and do you mind,no I've got used to it and find it very exciting.

We married and sex was great after some time I asked why she didn't show her stockings anymore,she said she thought that I wouldn't like it now we were married,no I miss it,I like men looking at you and it turns me on big-time and I would like them to see more.

You must have realized that sometimes they would have seen your knickers,she blushed and nodded her head,well I want you to start doing again,this led to a new chapter in our lives,she would flash, but not to obvious, and I found it such a turn on,she got to like it as the sex at home was more intense,and she would open her legs a little more as time passed.

I asked her how she would feel if she knew someone was watching us when we were out,what do you mean,well we could find somewhere and while you were flashing I could touch you up,defenitly not.

This became my next goal,she got a letter from an old girlfriend saying she was getting married,she lived in the Midlands,would you mind if I went I'd be away for a few days,no problem,as long as you keep flashing and tell me when you get back.

Ok came the answer,she left and I had many pleasant evenings wanking off into my favorite pair of her knickers imaging other men looking up her skirt,I rang her and instead of her coming home all the way by train I would pick her up in London and go for lunch,fantastic I'll make sure I'm dressed for the day out,do you mean flashing outfit, of course.

I picked her up at the station and we drove to Covent Garden,we found an outside table and ordered some wine,she seemed very happy,are you ok,yes I had a couple on the train,although it was Spring we were in the sun and took our coats off,she had a white blouse on and I could see her white bra showing through,very sexy, thought you'd like it,her black skirt was straight but not to tight.

She rattled on about the wedding,did you do any flashing,no she said there were to many people that she knew,suppose your disappointed,yes I had some great times imagening what you were up to and men looking up your dress,hoping you'd let them have a feel,bet you were wanking,yes into a pair of your white knickers,she poured another drink,and said I told you I like flashing but nothing else,and certainly nobody watch you touching me up.

We finished the wine and the weather started to change,she said we've time for another,I got another bottle and sat back down,she was now quite giggerly,I said move your skirt up so someone passing can see your stockings,she moved enough to show not only her stocking tops but the clips of her suspenders,this immediately got me hard,a man walked by and took in the view,and then back again,the weather was now spitting with rain,we should go,we moved and the heavens opened,we got to the main road,we sheltered and realized it was the outside of a cinema,she said let's go in,we got inside and it was quite a bit place,bit grotty,not many in but found a place to sit,shook the rain from our coats and settled down.

She soon moved close and we started kissing,I knew she was on fire and soon had her blouse open,she moved her hand and undid her bra from the front,never experienced this before in a public place,I played with her breasts it felt incredible with her sexy white bra just on the outside of her breasts hand moved her skirt up past her stockings and felt her knickers,my fingers moved them over and easily slipped inside her,had anyone been in our row they would have got a good view of her stockings and kickers from the rear as she was facing me.

She never looked around to see if anyone was around,I thought this would be the ideal time for someone to watch,then I saw a man walk up from the front and sit in our row,but at least a dozen seats from us I could only guess he'd seen some action and come for a better look,she was wanking me through my trousers,but I told her to stop I could see him turned towards us and watching,this was my dream come true,but I wished he was closer.

My arm was moving even faster knowing he was there,she said she needed the loo,I thought that was it when she came back,I took the bull by the horns and approached him,he looked nervous, I said I don't mind you watching but she would so when she comes back keep out of sight and then move a few seats away.

I sat down and opened my trousers,she sat back still facing me with her back to him,my hand was soon inside her knickers,I could see him moving along,,her hand was now inside my pants and wanking me,she said she wanted to sit up straight as she was uncomfortable,I thought she would spot him and that would be it,she moved back around and I carried on kissing her,and feeling her breasts which he could probably see,my hand moved under her skirt,her knickers were very damp,I said I wanted to see my fingers inside her,she lifted up and pulled her skirt up to her knickers and opened her legs,it was a sight to behold,her stockings and suspenders on show,and a man openly wanking close by.

how I hadn't come is beyond me,I was now fingering her through the front of her knickers,she must have forgotten where we were,and was pushing against my hand,I knew she was ready to come and she did,she sat still for a moment and turned towards me,I said I wanted to come in your knickers,but she refused to take them off,when I looked over the man was just leaving,she put my hand back inside her knickers and it did the trick, but I managed to come over stockings.

We left and drove home,she said how much she had enjoyed the experience in a semi public place,should I tell her or keep it to myself?