As I write this it’s February and the UK is still locked down, so fun opportunities are very limited. The weather is improving and I’m looking forward to some normality for the summer, my wife Amy wearing a short skirt, a short crop top or see through top and very little else. Amy is a slim 48 year old, slightly taller than average, very slim but not thin, cute 34a tits and really attractive slim legs, we both go to the gym twice a week and it pays dividends with her. Her hair is short, straight and brown, very similar to T'Pol for Star Trek Voyager fans. From the first paragraph you may have realised that I love showing her off, I love seeing the looks on faces when they realise what they can see, the women are the best with the look that that just says “slut” when they see her. Although she does sometimes get embarrassed Amy does play along willingly if only for the sex which is guaranteed to follow. We live in an ordinary house on an ordinary modern but nice housing estate and I do like Amy to walk around the garden in the summer in a very short crop top which just about covers the bottom of her nipples, in the winter she teases me by wearing it during the day around the house, just as she did today. With the central heating on 22 degrees she was also wearing a nice small pair of denim shorts. The doorbell rang, we were expecting a couple of parcels from Ebay and one from Amazon, much to my surprise Amy said “I’ll get it” and went to the door. I heard the door open, a muffled conversation and shortly afterwards the door shut and she came in to the lounge carrying a tiny package, but what took my breath away was that her top had ridden up over her right nipple and it was clearly on display, I imagined what the delivery chap had seen. I commented favourably on it and she looked down, smiled, giggled and said “I know, he couldn’t stop looking at it”. A short while later the doorbell rang again and she again went to the door, but before leaving the lounge she tugged the back of her top down which raised the front so that the lower half of both nipples were on display. When she returned to the lounge her top had ridden up over both nipples, she may as well have been topless standing on the doorstep taking the parcel from the delivery chap. Then she told me what had happened, as the delivery chap was talking briefly to her one of the neighbours walked past the top of the driveway, so she raised her hand waving a cheery hello, her top went up well above her nipples and the delivery chap then said he needed to check the label on the parcel as the barcode scanner hadn’t worked properly, so his head and hands were inches away from Amy’s tits and the neighbour also got a good look. Amy was becoming brave and enjoying it, she’d not been out now properly and having fun for nearly a year, she disappeared upstairs reappearing a few minutes later wearing her thinnest, shortest crop top which we’d “modified” in 2019 using a punch, the sort you use to punch holes in leather belts or thick material. The punch could make circular holes from 2mm to 6mm, there were holes everywhere, all over the top, the front, back and shoulders, in fact there were more holes than material. Amy said “How do you think the delivery drivers would have reacted if I’d had this on?” I was stuck for words until moments later the doorbell rang again, presuming it was the third delivery AMy almost ran to open the door. I heard talking, the door shut and she walked in to the lounge, red faced and closely followed by my friend Kevin, I’d completely forgotten that he was coming around, we’d decided to stuff the Covid isolation rules and have a coffee sometime that day but at no set time. Amy said she’d make the coffees and I expected her to get changed, but much to my surprise she didn’t, but sat in the lounge with us, chatting away as normal. The subject came around to 2021 holidays and she said that she was looking forward to hot weather, her summer wardrobe and that she’d been doing a try-on when Kevin rang the bell, that’s why she was wearing that top (what a great excuse). Kevin said what a great top and asked what else she’d tried on. Amy started to describe them, making it up as she went along but correctly describing what was in her summer wardrobe. Kevin asked to see some of them commenting that he guessed she’d look terrific. Looking at me briefly she made sure I was okay with it and quickly got her bikinis, a sarong, a very short denim skirt just 10 inches long, more crop tops and a pair of what can only be described as “almost shorts”, tiny denim shorts which had been hacked with a knife, the edges frayed, strategically holed and had cost a lot of money in California, Amy calls them her slut shorts. Kev said they were all nice but had hoped C would model them for both of us, I agreed and minutes later Amy reappeared wearing the skirt and crop top, both very short but so appropriate for a hot summer climate. A brief twirl, a comment from both of us and she was off upstairs reappearing each time in a different outfit, from her slut shorts and tops to finally a sarong and bikini bottoms, it was very see through and Amy’s nipples were quite easy to see. She said “It’s just my 3 bikini’s now, the first is the one under my sarong.” Kev “Let’s have a look then, I bet you look terrific in any bikini”, Amy replied “But it’s just the bottom, I don’t wear the tops on holiday because of tan lines, besides which he likes to see me topless on the beach” pointing a finger at me, “And so would I” replied Kev. With that Amy dropped the sarong, did a quick twirl and walked out, again reappearing a few moments later poking her head around the lounge door frame saying “I can’t find the third one so this is the last, are you ready?” She walked in, topless and wearing the tiniest bikini bottom which barely covered her shaven pussy mound, turned around slowly to show us the thong rear which was neatly buried between her arse cheeks. From the back she may as well have been naked as Kev commented, she giggled, did another couple of turns, asked for comments and went to get changed. When Amy came downstairs in her normal attire of peddle-pusher jeans and tee shirt, Kev said “I really need to go, I’d only planned to stay for a coffee and I’m supposed to be at my girlfriend’s house. After that show I need to borrow her body”. “I wonder how you’d have been if I’d modelled my underwear collection” replied Amy. I butted in with “Don’t dare her Kev, you know she’ll do it and I won’t stop her”, just as expected he did dare her and yes she did accept. It was time for Kev to go but when he left Amy confirmed she’ll do it the next time we see Kev. As for me, I can’t wait to show her off in her underwear, it’ll tick all of the boxes for me. No gangbangs, no huge cocks, no wild kinks, just a giggle one afternoon during lockdown, and one which I will enjoy remembering for a long time.