This happened years ago and it was the first time I realized I wanted to watch my wife with another man.

Before this, the idea of my wife with someone else had been repulsive to me. On the occasion I’d catch someone checking out my wife, I’d get jealous about it.

As my wife dressed rather modest, it wasn’t really a frequent issue, despite having a great body.

For her birthday, we threw a little party at a bar we would go to. We reserved a few tables on the outside patio right next to the bar. We invited some friends and family for drinks and appetizers.

My wife wore a floral strapless sundress, without a bra, and a pink thong. The dress itself went down to her ankles, with a slit going to about mid thigh.

Everyone was there and my wife was getting quite tipsy with all the drinks people had been feeding her, while I stayed sober as the designated driver.

It was later in the evening, and most of our family had left, with a handful of friends remaining.

I was at the bar with my guy friends, while my wife and friends were sitting a little away from the bar at a high top table.

I looked over at my wife, and could see by the way she was seated, her dress had ridden up, and if anyone was looking, they could look up her dress and see her pink panties. I also noticed the table of guys sitting at a lower table who kept sneaking glances at her as eh was unaware.

My blood was boiling, as I hated the idea of anyone seeing my wife like that, but I remained at the bar, trying but failing, to focus on the conversation I was in.

After some time passed, my friends and I made our way over to our wives so we could call it a night.

I started to gather up some of the stuff we had to take home, and my wife offered to help.

As she went to hop off her seat, she pulled her dress down first, and as she stepped off, she stepped on her dress and immediately tumbled forward and landed on the ground.

I didn’t see it at first, but as she clumsily got to her feet, I noticed that she must have pulled her dress down as she got off the chair, because she stood up with the front of her dress pulled down, with her tits on full display.

She was oblivious for a few moments as she stood there with her too down, and thankfully her friend who was closest came to the rescue.

Everyone, including my wife had laughed about it, but I was furious inside, knowing my friends, and the table of guys who had been looking up her dress got to see her tits.

I settled up the tab and helped my wife to the car, but needed to head back and grab a few more things.

I went to take a piss first, and as I walked into the bathroom I noticed the two stalls were being used by the guys who were sitting at the table checking my wife out.

I went to the stall to take a leak and overheard them talking about my wife.

The one guy said that my wife kept looking over at him and winking, as if she knew that he could see up her dress, and was giving him a show. The other guy seemed to agree that she was purposely giving him a show.

I stayed in the stall until they were finished because I didn’t want them to know I was there, knowing she was my wife.

Once they left, I quickly grabbed a few things and went to the car.

My wife was hammered and I tried my best not to start an argument about what I heard. I knew her tripping was an accident but I couldn’t help but wonder about the flirting.

I made a comment about at points, she was seated a little inappropriately. To my surprise, she laughed it off and said it was her birthday and there was nothing wrong with a little attention.

I stayed quiet the rest of the drive as my wife sang to songs on the radio.

Everything kept playing through my mind, and I was surprised to find myself turned on by it all.

When we got home, despite being drunk, my wife wanted to have sex and I was more than willing to oblige.

I couldn’t believe how wet she was, and had to wonder if she was thinking about the same things as I was.

We had amazing sex, and fell asleep soon after.

The next day, I couldn’t shake the thought about it all from my head. When my wife awoke, she claimed she didn’t remember much of the previous night, but it seemed like she was putting on an act and didn’t want to talk about it much.

Ever since that evening, the thought of her with another man has been a fantasy of mine.