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My wife was in her 40s and smoking hot. She still is, the years have been kind and she still enjoys turning heads anytime we go out. She is 5 ft 4 in and often looks delicious in her size 6 dresses. She has gorgeous auburn hair, but by far two of her best features are her long, smooth, tan legs. She is beautiful. After her 38D’s and welcoming smile the first thing men notice is her legs. She knows this, has known it for a long time. She is constantly crossing and uncrossing in he short skirts just to drive men crazy. In high school when all the other girls were wearing tight sweaters to get boy's attention, she started wearing short skirts to do the same. They never seemed to mind her small chest if she showed a lot of flirty leg. A few years ago she got a little work done and now she can wear tight sweaters and short skirts.

This night she was wearing a very short white denim skirt, high heel pumps and a navy but very sheer top which was mostly covered in the front with dark blue sequins. The sequins were thick enough that you wondered if she was braless, but from the back you could tell for sure no straps and the beginnings of the curve of the side breast were clear to see. When the light hit just right you could make out the curves of her breast in front too and her hard erect nipples tried to find the space between the sequins. We were known as the dancing couple. My job was to make her look good as she spun, twirled and dipped in my strong arms. It was a job most men envied. I let a few try to dance with her but she was at home in my arms.

When we weren’t on the dance floor we were sitting at the bar. It was a fun place, near the RR tracks and the tradition was that when a train would go by all the female bar tenders would flash the bar regulars. We were in between dances and she was talking and flirting with lucky guys and girls nearby. I always stayed sober enough to get us home safely but she had no limits.

As we sat sipping and talking in walked an old friend, Lee. Actually we weren’t really friends but bar acquaintances. She had flirted unmercifully with him on many occasions at this place. Lee was wearing a sport coat shirt and tight torn jeans. The Alan Jackson look before he made it famous. Lee was definitely the sharpest dressed guy in the place.

She walked over and gave him a full body hug that lingered a great long while. After the embrace he held her hand and spun her around slowly studying every part of her sexy outfit and body especially between the sequins. She invited him to join us at the bar. I traded seats so she could be at the corner beside him. That way they could talk and I could watch and listen as she flirted.

Several rounds later she began telling Lee how she could change her clothes right at the bar and no one would see a thing. He said he didn’t believe her so they made a bet. Looser had to buy the next round. Some bet with a beautiful lady. As she sat on the barstool her skirt was at least 10 inches above her knee. Her legs are very smooth and toned all the way to the top, she works hard to be beautiful and it shows. I’m sure he got lots of glimpses of her bald eagle. So her bet was that she could put on his sport coat and remove her sheer sexy top right at the bar and no one would even know it. He handed her his sport coat and I began to get a hard on.

She slipped it on and then under the coat she wriggled each arm free and worked the top down past her hips and off her long smooth legs. She handed him her sheer sequin top. He held it to the beer light and examined just how sheer it was, pretty sheer he said as he placed it on the bar. He and I were both hard as rocks and I was tenting in my loose dress slacks. Poor guy his tight jeans must have been really tight now. Honoring his bet, he bought her a shot of fireball which she sipped till it was gone. She doesn’t like to throw-back fireball. She likes to take it slow, make it last. She was proud she had easily won the bet.

The band started playing a slow song. Lee took her hand and they went to the dance floor for two consecutive slow songs she was wearing only a short skirt and his long jacket. There is a song about that. I couldn’t see where his arms were but somehow I’m sure he kept them inside the jacket. He is a smart and lucky guy. I wondered how many other guys got a show or got in trouble with their ladies for being so distracted at her beauty. Im sure the jacket was open in front. It was that kind of bar where the bouncer didn’t even move except maybe to get a better view.

When they returned to the bar they were holding hands, she held the coat together with her free hand. She was feeling good laughing, very happy and enjoying his attention. I ordered another round for all of us. With a pouty look she told him that even though she had taken off the top at the bar discretely she wouldn’t be able to put it back on there. I thought BS I’ve seen her do that trick many times in the car rolling down the road. He suggested they go outside and find a dark place for her to change. He said to me that he would take care of her and keep her safe. I smiled and nodded OK.

I sat at the bar and held our seats for a very long time. When the train came by I hardly even noticed the female bar tenders. My mind was on the outdoor activities. About 20 to 30 minutes later they came back in. She had her sequin top back on and his sport coat. They both talked about how cold it was outside. We finished our round and talked about the music a while before saying our goodbyes.

On the ride home she told me what had happened. Once outside he had pushed her up against the front wall of the bar kissing her passionately. He had one hand on her breast and the other under her skirt fingering her. They were on full display for all the passing cars and arriving patrons to see.

She suggested they walk around back of the bar where they found the wooden back steps. She sat down and he lifted her skirt, spread her thighs and began to eat her out. She said he was quite good and knew what he was doing. She moaned loudly and said the kitchen staff was peeking out the cracked back door the whole time. She has several oral orgasms each one better than the one before. He stood and unzipped for her. She pulled out his massive cock and took him in her mouth. She didn’t think he could get any bigger but he did. She said his cock swelled in length and girth to the point she couldn’t keep him in her mouth in spite of her awesome blow job skills. He moaned as she sucked and licked. For a thin guy he apparently had quite a cock.

He stood her up, turned her around and bent her over. His massive cock began to press against her very wet lower lips. She says they didn’t have sex because he didn’t have a condom. I have often wondered about that one, but she says its true and I trust her. Lee sure had a big smile when he came back in the bar and wasn’t much affected by the cold.

I couldn’t get home with her fast enough. I caressed her thighs, and talked her into removing her top and I caressed her beautiful full breasts as she told this story. When we pulled into our garage we left a trail of clothes, they mostly mine, she was down to just a skirt and shoes by then, all the way to the bedroom. She drove me wild still telling details of the outside time. I licked her slit and she once again quivered as she had earlier. I could taste him a little as I plunged my tongue in and out. She loves to be tongue fucked. Soon she mounted me and slid down easily on my rock hard cock. Using her strong thighs, she worked me and re-told parts of her evening. She enjoyed remembering his hands on her breast and his head between her thighs. I didn’t last very long. She put me over the top. It was intense as I blew my load deep inside her.

We have reimagined that night many times in the last ten years but never repeated it. The bar closed down a few years later and we haven’t crossed paths with Lee again. But we have had many nights of hot sex remembering the details of that sexy bet and quick change.