This will probably rank as one of the tamest stories ever put on this site but it is at least true. We were once getting ready to go to a wedding. We knew the couple but not really anyone else that was going. I must say at this point my wife is not (unfortunately) like so many on here that fuck strangers or have lovers. We are talking here about someone who would never dream of even going topless on a beach. After some persuasion she occasionally wears some sexy lingerie but that is only when we are in the bedroom. Anyway as we were getting ready to go to the wedding she said her tights had a hole in them. Could I go out and get her a new pair. As we were already running behind I said we hadn’t got time. So at this point she had to get out her suspender belt and some stockings. She had never even worn these when out before! Her skirt was denim with a flap at the side. At the church she was sat to my right so I couldn’t see the flap. It was the same at the reception with her on the right. However we went and sat outside the hall on some chairs near the cloakroom as you were allowed to smoke there. Now sat to her right l could see the flap fell away and you could see the metal clips of her suspenders, the tops of her stocking and some of the black straps. For a moment I did think about telling her but I knew she would then be holding the flap closed. So I thought just enjoy the view. Now as you had to pass us on the way to the toilets I noticed at least a couple of men that clearly spotted her stockings and suspenders. One even put his hand in his pocket to clearly adjust an erection. Seeing this gave me a semi hard on too. We then joined the main reception again and got more drinks. I could see she was relaxing a bit. After maybe 15 minutes or so the guy who earlier had his hand in his pocket came over and asked her to dance. He said he was the cousin of the groom. It was a slow number and they were quite close. At one stage I did see his hand wander down her leg a bit to I’m sure feel her suspender straps. I could see him take it away but at the same time there was what might have appeared an accidental brushing of his hand against where her suspender clips were. Now I had this amazing feeling in the pit of my stomach. Not sure if it was jealousy, excitement or what. I did though have an absolutely raging hard on. When she came back she never mentioned him touching her only that his name was Chris and he seemed very nice. When we got home I was still hard and just couldn’t wait to get to bed. As she undressed I asked her to keep her stockings on. In my head I was imagining watching Chris with her on the dark dance floor with his hand slid into the open flap and it moving slowly up her stockings to the suspenders and into her little black panties. Even that they had disappeared outside and I’d watched him fucking her up against a wall. I just kept coming and coming inside her like never before with this image in my head.