My fifty year old wife and I have been having fun for many years. The advent od mobile phones at affordable prices became a gadget to expand our fun. Having had threesomes and allowed her as many dalliances as she liked, I was also given some treats in the past when she used to flash her body on summers nights alongside the rivers of York. Now it is winter a further fun time is able to be had. Picking evenings when pubs are not at their busiest but where there are a few guys around but not too many to spoil our fun. My wife has a nice wardrobe of various skirts and dresses which are capable of looking demure yet capable of subtle movements to reveal her shaved pussy to an interested stranger. This particular evening we ventured out together as usual and into the city centre. Some pubs are perfect for our little game which begins when I stay back from an entrance, looking in a window of some shop nearby for a few minutes before entering the place looking around for my lovely wife. If she has found a subject she likes she will either the bar and see if a conversation is struck up or eye contact made. If that occurs she does a little conversation then goes to sit in a place where she can do her stuff or leaves if the vibes are wrong. This does not work every time and sometimes the guy gets the wrong message and spoils things by being too pushy. On the evening in question, she dressed in a short kilt with a side zip, hold ups and boots. There was music on at the first pub but no punters, so she went round the corner to an original bar where the tables were partly concealed from each other and a couple of back rooms where anyone sitting in a lucky place would be given a view better than any landscape I know. She has a size ten figure, beautifully proportioned breasts with nipples of pale pink which harden like bullets when aroused, her pussy shaven, legs with soft yet firm calves. A pale skin soft to the touch and sensitive lips which dribble gently when roused, wet thongs are a joy to sniff when she leaves them for me to savour when she has had fun. Back to our evening's fun. Our heroine has entered the second pub of the night and seen a guy checking his phone. She gets a drink and wanders into the room where the man, aged about thirty plus is sitting where he will be able to see her. No eye contact, this is a stalking type procedure. I enter quite soon after and get a drink then look around as naturally as I can, notice she is sitting at a table where he can see beneath it and straight between her legs. Mobile phone time for me. I sit where I can see him but without making it obvious I am observing his eye movements. His glass is full, a good sign. He looks through the door towards her. I move a little more so I can see her flashing thigh and stocking top. I send a text that she has an admirer. She returns it with a purple devil logo. I see he is now locked on her, spending more time looking at her than anywhere else. My text... you look great Hers...Thanks, this is fun Me...soon be time to lose that thong Her...I was just thinking that Me.. This I must see She gets up a couple of minutes later after a sip of her drink. She walks past us both to the ladies. He takes a deep drink of his beer, watching her go. There are only four other people in the place and the barmaid is talking to them so the quiet aura seems to be giving off very sexy vibes for me. A minute or so later I hear the door squeak and she is back, joy of joys she has her bag on her shoulder, and a black lacy thong arranged to be spilling out of the top. She passes us again with it dangling from her shoulder on his side, very cheeky. From the mirrored glass of my phone I cans see him staring at her as she returns to her seat. My stomach is now turning over like a cement mixer, my cock as hard as if I was watching her ride a cock. She sits back down. I get a text obviously sent from the toilet....I feel very naughty panties gone, what a feeling. I decide to go to the loo. As I do I can see she is sitting with her stocking tops showing and her fingers covering her shaven slit. The man getting the ideal view is riveted, completely taken by what he can see. From the gents I text....Hope you are having fun. It arrives back to me as I rejoin the lucky guy in the bar, my view shows she is now allowing her cunt to be seen by this guy. She remained with her beautiful slit openly on display as I retook my bar position...Hope he likes it, I am very wet. He drained his glass and came for another. My wife comes through, standing between us and waits to be served. The guy asks if he can buy it for her and she accepts. She invites him to sit with her and returns to the seat. He is across double quick and they sit chatting very quietly. The pub remained as empty as ever, good old mid week in January, a great time for innocent fun. I complete my drink and get another, moving to a side table where I can try to hear their conversation. I heard some sort of talk, a murmur of satisfaction from her and 'I can't believe this' from him, a few giggles from her and a gasp from him. After an hour I see her get up to leave and saying goodnight to him. She passes me by and out of the door. Text from wife... Enjoy that? meet me where music is on, another purple devil I finish my pint but see he is leaving too. I follow him to other pub. He buys her a drink and they the back watching music. I enter and stand close by. I realize his hand is under her skirt, they are snogging every now and then and then he goes for it, standing in front of her, she leaning against pub wall, music super loud, her coat open and her hands on his cock through his trousers. As song finishes, they repair their clothes to not draw attention. He whispers something in her ear and they move towards the beer garden, bloody chilly but empty. I know the gents toilet backs onto this closed area so try my luck, hguessing where they were going and what for. Loud music starts again and I stand as if having a pee. I hear definite heavy breathing from the open toilet window. Is my wife getting fucked I wonder? I discover the wonderful truth about fifteen minutes later as I see them return looking even more dishevelled than I wxpected. They finish their drinks and she kisses him goodbye. I meet her in the street and get my treat, a very spunky cunt to finger on our way home and a very happy wife with that nicely fucked look on her face. Quicky maybe but the fun was unexpected and great even though I did not witness him screwing her, it was the next best thing