People tell me what a lucky man I am, often when they’re looking at my wife’s tits, and I couldn’t agree with them more, allow me to explain. Amy is most of the time an attractive but fairly normal woman, 5ft 7 inches tall, a slim size 10/12, 36a tits, or at least we think they’re 36a, she doesn’t own a bra, finding them uncomfortable and not really needing one as she passes the pencil test. Brown hair, brown eyes and legs I’d crawl naked on my belly over broken glass for, I think you must get the picture by now, she’s a stunner when she wants to be, and just normal the rest of the time. She likes to shock, watching the faces of people as she does it, allow me to give you a few examples. We were at the NEC motorcycle exhibition, travelled on the Kawasaki and Amy was wearing tight black leather trousers and jacket. It was a hot day and just as hot walking around in the hall. Amy saw a tiny crop top tee shirt she liked towards the rear of a large stand, she asked to use the changing cubicle and was told there’s a short queue, just a few minutes. Before I could even blink Amy turned her back to the crowd, unzipped her jacket showing she had nothing on underneath, removed her jacket and popped on the top, probably popping out a few eyes in the process. She turned to the assistant, said “It’s a bit short, you can see under my bust, does it make me look a bit like a tart?”. Cool as anything the middle aged chap said no, it’s how they’re worn, “Shame” replied Amy followed by “But I’ll take it, I’ll keep it on” and paid for it. For the rest of the day she had her jacket unzipped over the top, yummy, just the botto of her lovely tits occasionally popping out. On another occasion Amy had known for years I wanted her to model for another man instead of me. She’d made arrangements for us to have a meal out saying she’d got someone she wanted me to meet. I was intrigued, she wouldn’t say who it was but as she’s got a few friends and projects on the go it wouldn’t be the first time she’d done this. We sat down at a table for 4 and a man aged about 50 joined us, Amy introduced him as Ian, said she’d do the proper introductions once we’d ordered some food. Food was duly ordered and Amy said to Ian “Are you going to show him?” Ian produced a USB memory stick and a photo album. Opening the first page Amy said “I’ve been modelling for him, what do you think?” Page one portrait, as were the next couple, she does look good in print. The next page Amy kneeling, wearing one of my shirts which was unbuttoned to show a pair of white knickers and black hold-up stockings, by this time I knew where this was going, and I was starting to grow inside my trousers. Similar shots, a bit of nipple escaping, and I was smiling, grinning in fact. Then she was lying on her tummy in just her knickers and stockings, up on her elbows looking at the camera. The next shot had Amy in just her stockings sort of holding on to a door just like she was pole dancing it and facing away from the camera, what a lovely arse shot. And more shots, front, side and all sorts, erotic and not pornographic, just what I wanted to see. It was oddly shocking sharing a meal with the photographer, talking about how he’d posed her and how he’d like to do the same again but in the summer and outdoors. You’d think it hard to shock when shopping in the sort of shop that sells erotic clothing and adult toys, Amy managed to. She needed a new outfit to wear at Canal Street in Manchester, for those who don’t know it, it’s The Village, a gay area but full of straight people as well, a load of pubs with open minds and where you can get away wearing most things. Amy chose 3 outfits and headed to the changing room. Most women would change and show their husband or partner within the changing room, not Amy though. The curtains opened and out she walked, there were more holes in the dress than material, well designed and cut holes, but lots of them, she looked at me and said “Do you think I could get away with this, my nip’s are out on show?” Yes they were, and the 3 men in the shop spotted them, one of them saying “You could get away with anything in my eyes”, that started a conversation between Amy and the 3 men, she asked for their opinions if they’d got time, and she went to get changed. She appeared a couple of minutes later in the shortest red PVC skirt, barely more than a belt and what can only be described as a belt across her bust, no straps just a single strip of very thin red PVC going around to her back. Jaws dropped and one of them said “You do realise we can see you knicker crotch and the gap between your thighs at the top”. “It’s okay, I’ve got knickers on today, I’m more concerned about what happens when I reach up”. Amy lifted one arm above her head, the top rode up above her breasts, “Holy fuck” I heard someone say. She stayed like that a second or two, just enough to allow a good look and returned to the changing room. “You’re a lucky man” one of them said, “She’s a really good sport and so confident with her body, I wish my wife was the same”. Amy reappeared, reversing out of the cubicle saying “Is this better?” It looked like she’d changed in to a tiny thong, the bottom part of her bottom could be seen and I presumed she’d pulled the string thong up in to her arse. Then she turned around, no knickers, just her shaven pussy with a delicate landing strip on show, she spun around a couple of times, lifted her arm revealing her tits and said “Boys, you just didn’t know where to look” and returned to the changing room. When she reappeared Amy was wearing her normal clothes, jeans and a crop top. “Show’s over” she said, “Thank you” came the replies, and yes we bought both outfits. I’m glad she didn’t try on the other outfits she’s taken in to the changing room, it was already an expensive afternoon, but damned good fun. That’s Amy.