One of our haunts is The Village in Manchester, Canal Street. It’s the gay district, neither of us is gay or bi, but we like the area because my wife can indulge me in a bit of fun and easily get away with it. Our (my) fun has so far been to have Amy wearing something revealing and to watch men do a double take when they realise what they can see, and to see the looks from their wives when they realise their husbands are looking, it’s so funny but a turn on for me. The revealing clothes Amy has worn so far have been very short skirts with hold ups, gaping tops where anyone standing at the side of her can see her breasts, see through tops and no bra and crop tops under an open shirt so that the lower part of her breasts can be seen (and occasionally ride up to just show a bit of nipple. Tame by many standards but it works for me and Amy never says no. Just to complete the picture Amy is a fairly normal looking but attractive woman, no Scandinavian leggy blonde with 32DD breasts, just a normal 5ft 6ins, size 10/12, short brown haired, brown eyed slim and attractive 36A woman but with terrific slim legs. On one occasion Amy was wearing a snug but not tight short red dress with a zip down the front to her navel, tan hold ups, small heeled shoes, a thong, and as it was summer nothing else. I like the dress because the zip can be lowered for maximum effect or raised if someone makes her feel uncomfortable. We’d had a bit of fun, the zip had come down a long way and several men had seen more than they expected on a night out. We had been to 2 other bars and were trying to get served at our third and favourite, one with a gothic feel (if you’ve ever been to The Village then you’ll know the one). Amy was ordering, or trying to order our drinks and I was immediately behind her stroking her bottom over the top of her dress. Her zip at the front was low enough to attract attention without being too naughty, usually this gets her served very quickly at the bar but it was very busy that night. Feeling a bit daring in the crowd, it was packed so nobody could see well, I raised her already short skirt hem up just enough for me to be able to touch the lace at the top of her holdup stockings, in the crowd it was a huge turn on. What took me by surprise was to find another hand brushing up against her lace stocking tops. At first I thought it was just accidental in the crowded bar, but I quickly realised it was stroking the lace and becoming more daring by the second moving from the outside of Amy’s thigh, around her bottom to start stroking the cleft of her bottom. I looked up to my left to see who it was a chap we’d seen there on numerous occasions before, obviously a regular and probably a man who had had a good look at Amy several weeks before. He was just a normal looking chap, slim and good looking, just another person you would expect to see in the bar. He continued to look forward at the bar as though waiting to be served but when I moved my hand I could feel that he had his right hand thumb inside Amy’s thong just stroking her bottom. I could feel that he was cautiously working his way between her legs, easing the fabric of her thong out of the way, I decided to give him the “go-ahead” and moved the fabric myself. With that he moved his hand rapidly forward between Amy’s legs and it was obvious that he’d found her pussy. I tried to imagine what it looked like, he would have probably got no more than an inch of thumb, finger or fingers in Amy’s pussy but that was enough to satisfy my desire to see someone else playing where only I normally play. I looked down as best I could but all I could see was that his hand was well and truly between her legs. I was quite disappointed when Amy got served, well almost disappointed because it was obvious that the barman was giving more attention to Amy’s cleavage than to her drinks order, and I did notice that one of the other barmen who was off to one side was looking and probably had a better view. Moments before Amy paid for the drinks and turned around our friend removed his hand, smiled at me, mouthed a “Thank you” and it was as if nothing had happened. When Amy turned around I saw what the barmen saw, wow, that was a view and a half, her zip was well below her breasts and it was obvious to everyone that she was braless. I thought that Amy was unaware that it wasn’t my hand between her legs and decided to leave it at that, but when 20 minutes later I asked her if she fancied another drink she said quite boldly that she had realised that the hand between her legs wasn’t mine but decided that I would keep her safe and that I was probably enjoying it assuming that I was aware of what had happened. She liked the fact that she did not know who it was and that it was in a public place, a turn on for me too. Amy asked me to point him out if we saw him again that evening, but we didn’t need to, he came looking for us. We were on the edge of the dance floor and he walked up to us, looked at me, smiled and asked if I would mind if he asked my lovely lady for a dance, quite a gentleman I thought so I said “By all means, ask the lady, it’s her decision” but before he could ask she was on her feet, Amy grabbed his hand and started to walk just a few feet away from me to dance. The dancing continued for a couple of numbers and the third was not a slow number but one where dancing close together would be quite normal. Amy had one hand around his waist, her other in his hand while he adopted the same hold, they were just talking but I noticed his hand getting lower down her back so it soon was holding her bottom. The floor was getting crowded and I noticed them talking to a couple of other men who were dancing solo, then she seemed to disappear in between the three men. After what seemed a long time Amy emerged from the crowd, kissed her new friend on the cheek and returned to where I was standing. I wish I’d been able to see what had gone but had to rely on what Amy told me. The three men had been dancing close Amy and she felt a couple of hands brush her bottom, she had smiled at her dance partner and it seemed to give them a signal, in a second the zip was down to just past her naval and hands were cupping and playing with her breasts, she was enjoying the attention and new that I would enjoy the description later. But the hands didn’t stop there, they went down the front of her dress and in to her knickers, not just one hand but two of them, and one of them found her clitoris. She did say it got a bit rough with hands everywhere and one just probing her arse so she decided it was time to call a halt, that was when she returned to me. With the exception of a bit of flashing the rest of the evening was tame in comparison until we got home and in to bed, but maybe it’s started a new era of fun for me and my gorgeous darling wife.