I am Julie, 28yrs old, Married to Guy, for 3 years, I am 5’8” size 14 with 34D breasts, We have so far had an adventurous marriage, maybe not as adventurous as some on here, but the usual sex in the open, lay byes, bit of harmless flashing, like letting my legs drop open a bit too much showing my panties, that sort of thing, we were often looking for the next spicy thing, usually to stimulate our own desires, a sudden twist, or next level I guess was a month or so ago, it was really hot and I had on a cotton summer dress, you must have seen them mid calf elastic top with a split up the side, We went to the pub later that evening, after a couple of drinks, and the breeze blowing the skirt open a bit, Guy said to me “ you know I bet that skirt would easily rip all the way up, love to see that” I looked at him wide eyed? What I said “ you rip it or see it ripped”? he replied “well, maybe both, I mean I wouldn’t be able to pullit apart on my own my arms aren’t wide enough” I just laughed and called him a perv, and nothing more was said, but that night I could tell he was excited, either by that or the drink ha! Fast forward two weeks later we had a barbecue, a few friends and a neighbour, I had a similar dress on, not quite as long, cotton, with an elastic top, no shoulder straps, and with a slit up the side, it had I guess got to about 1am, there was only myself Guy and his Mate Steve left, the barbie was dying down and I guess far too much drink consumed, I was in the kitchen polishing off what was left in the Vodka bottle, and Guy and Steve were still in the garden, Steve came in and asked what I was doing? Dutch courage in said, what? He replied, you want to see the dress ripped? Then now is a good time before I change my mind, but nothing more I said, with that he went out, about ten mins later they both came into the kitchen and just stood there, I looked at them for a minute or two and set the glass down on the side, they then stood either side of me and bent down and grabbed the hem of the dress, and started to pull, there was some resistance, and I felt, heard a snap as the stitching broke, it was then a simple task and I heard the material tear, it came all the way up past my waist, and easily tore right up to the elastic, there it stopped, quick as a flash Guy found a pair of scissors and cut the elasticated top and the dress simply fell away, and I stood there in just black panties, do the panties come off too Steve asked and before Guy could reply I very firmly said “ no they do not” Steve just smiled and said “pity” and with that he bid us farewell with a knowing wink. That night sex was fantastic, sooo good in fact it got me thinking, what if the panties came off too? And if it happened again would I refuse?