From the morning on the street was unbearable heat. It was at the very beginning of June and there was no such hot pagoda. My wife went through summer things in search of something light, grumbling along the way that she had nothing and that the newest thing was a hundred years old. We began to swear about this, but the phone suddenly rang and the wife hurried to pick up the phone. Judging by the greeting, her sister called, and this meant that the conversation would drag on for a long time.

After some time, I became aware that Lenka had the same name for her sister, the same problems, apparently this is typical of all women during the change of season. One way or another, after twenty minutes Natasha, that is, my wife, managed to persuade me to go shopping with Lenka and her husband. Natalya immediately called back her sister, and they agreed on the time and place of the meeting.

And then it all started. For the reason that when fitting you have to undress you don’t know where and when you are with your sister, and you need to show off in front of her, Natalia came to the selection of underwear with special scruples. And then there was a light dress, which she was going to wear, put the last point in the choice of linen. There were no problems with the panties, the thin fabric of the dress simply ordered to wear the most inconspicuous - a small shred of fabric in the front and thin stripes on the hips and back to stay on the body. She experimented with the upper part for a long time and came to the conclusion that everything that is available to the dress does not fit. A new tantrum began to mature, but I quickly put it out, saying that we could not go anywhere. Then, Natalia said, it’s better not to wear anything and, pulling on a dress, began to look at myself in the mirror. Then she turned to me, so I appreciated. I, almost without looking, approved and we finally left. A pleasant warm breeze was blowing outside, which constantly lifted the light dress of the wife. She quickly walked ahead, offended at my sharpness at home. Only now, in bright sunlight, I fully noticed the frankness of her outfit. Not only did I miss, through the thin fabric was the absence of a bra, but also the wind occasionally put on display my barely barely ass. Those who have a wife will understand my feelings in this situation. Inside a lump, simultaneously a feeling of jealousy, a desire to stop what is happening, but in parallel the situation is very exciting. I saw the views of passing men, and there was something to look at. Natalya is rather tall, slim, her breasts and ass are a bit large for her body, but it only painted her. I watched how, with her every step, the dress went up to the very hiding place, revealing just a little. With a slight gust of wind, the dress for a moment rose to the middle of the ass. The already imperceptible back of the panties, while walking, crashed deep, and this created the impression that there were no panties at all.

From my own feelings, I felt a little uneasy. After all, I myself put my own spouse on display, approving her outfit at home. From the excitement and so pleasant jealousy through the body goose bumps. At that moment I noticed that my wife’s gait had somehow changed. Already there were no nervous and twitchy movements. On the contrary, she seemed to draw every step. She began to slightly wriggle her hips. Apparently she herself noticed both the glances of passersby and the frankness of her own clothes. I could not believe that it did not scare her. In fact, I have it very shy. She, apparently, the situation excited no less than me. If I did not know her, now in my thoughts I would call a lewd bitch, slut and other similar words. In the eyes of passersby read the same words.

With these thoughts, I did not notice how we got to a stop to a stop. Here we finally caught up. Naturally, I didn’t give out my sensations - both were ashamed of what was happening.Now I noticed that my faithful's face turned a little red. She was obviously very ashamed. There were a lot of people at the bus stop. Someone was openly staring, others were sneaking it.

Our minibus came up - “Rafik”, people rushed inward. I made my way and took two seats on the last seats. My wife, having entered the latter, sat down facing the front seat towards me, waving her hand to me.

The place that I occupied for her was immediately taken by the last guy who entered. The door had to be slammed by my wife, as she sat closer than the others. When she bent down and stretched to the handle, she weighed over the left thigh, the right one rose, and the short dress stretched up. At that moment, I caught my breath. Everyone who was sitting to her face, and especially to her right, could see her for ages divided by her crotch that had cut into her underwear for all eternity. Along the edges of the narrow strip were clearly visible swollen and red from the excitement of the sponge. When my little wife was sitting in her seat, then, in order not to bruise, she pulled the dress from under her ass. Feeling from the seat, she realized what had happened to the panties, and for unrestrained delights, it became clear to her that all had seen it. She blushed even more and began to look out the window to hide her eyes. Inside the cabin was terribly stuffy. From the awareness of what happened and from the unbearable heat, the bodies of those present were gradually covered with sweat. It did not go out of my head that my wife at that moment felt the surface of the seat with her exposed lips. For all, she could not fix pants. She was clearly uncomfortable with this situation, as she understood that her nipples, already protruding under the dress, are becoming more and more noticeable. Light, adhering to the breast tissue, a little wet and become even more transparent. Even a woman of thirty-five, sitting to my left, was staring at my wife's sharpening tits. Her gaze gave away lust. My wife in her eyes was an accessible slut. Probably everyone around thought as well.

We had to go to the end. When we arrived, Natalia began to miss outgoing passengers without getting up. She flowed and was afraid that someone would notice a wet spot. From the backseat, I could see how everyone who was going out, no longer embarrassed, tried to look into the deep neckline of the dress on the chest of my wife.

We came out last and, by this time, all of our fellow travelers had left. This made me feel better, and Natalia came to her senses a bit. A few minutes later we reached the agreed meeting place, where Lena and her husband Andrei were already waiting for us. We greeted each other, exchanged a couple of phrases and decided on the upcoming route. The girls went ahead, but Andryukha and I were a little behind, each talking about his own and did not want to be heard. Andrew began to talk about something, and I, almost without listening, only occasionally assented. My thoughts were completely different. I pondered my own state. It seemed to me that I had done something bad, and I did not understand that! I was ashamed of my excitement, which already got the better of jealousy. Different fantasies began to turn in my head, but then Andrei asked something and I returned to the real world. I asked with awkwardness, answered and just now noticed that we almost reached the local semi-legal market. You know, there are such in almost every major city. On this "crush" you can buy almost everything and is relatively inexpensive. Usually we buy clothes in other places, but today the girls are in command, and they loved this place.

We agreed where we would meet, if we randomly disperse, and began to move to the tents. Those who have been in such markets know what it is. Tight rows, it is not clear from what made the tables and awnings and a lot of people. Naturally, no fitting rooms. That is, of course, there is an opportunity to go behind the counter or somewhere else, but rather hid from hustle than from prying eyes. Until now, it was precisely this that repelled me from such markets, but today for some reason I liked it.Firstly, I was excited that my wife would again have to barely publicly exposed, and secondly, it was possible to see how Lena was exposed.

And that very moment I was afraid and waited. We, whether standing at the counter and Natasha asked some kind of beacon to look closer ....