How [m]y wi[f]e ended up wearing a g-string in front of a crowd

My wife is a successful and confident woman. She runs her own small business and doesn’t take BS from anyone. Within our relationship, though, she loves being submissive. This duality of her life is something that I think she finds quite exciting.

She likes it when I surprise her from time to time with new ways that I instruct her to submit. For example, the first time I told her to lick my dick clean after anal she was shocked but incredibly turned on.

You get the idea.

But until a year or so ago, all my surprises had one thing in common: they were confined to the privacy of our relationship. No one else would see or hear or know about her dirty deeds. Last summer as people began doing normal activities again after a year of being confined to their homes, my wife ended up surprising me.

“Babe, I want to do something bad. I want to do something naughty in public.”

My ears perked up.

“Will you think about that and surprise me sometime? If I do get caught though, I don’t want anyone to know it’s me.”

Well how on earth could we do that? By nature if you get caught, YOU will be in trouble, I thought to myself.

“Sure, let me think about it a little,” I said wondering what I could come up with.

A few weeks later I needed a last minute temp staffer for an event I was running and all my usual firms and connections couldn’t help. Fuck. I groaned as I opened up the “Gigs” section of Craigslist, a wasteland of scams and horny creeps and underpaying sleazy jobs. As I published my ad looking for someone to staff my event, I scrolled through the listings. One caught my eye: “Model needed for car show”

I clicked the listing’s link.

Here was an ad looking for a woman 21-28 who was comfortable wearing mini skirts and bikinis. It was an aftermarket accessories company who would have two models working their booth, posing next to cars using their products.

I kept reading.

This company had just released a new line of products with an animal in its branding, and the models would have to wear a costume mask of that animal at the booth. A sort of masquerade ball look.

A lightbulb went off in my head. My wife wanted to do something in public without people knowing it’s her. But if she’s wearing a mask….

I replied to the ad, writing a text message in first person pretending to be my wife. As I did I texted my wife to tell her to clear her schedule the next Saturday. “Why?” She texted back. “You’ll see,” I replied back.

I waited until Friday night to tell my wife.

“Alright honey, you’ve got a busy day tomorrow,” I said. “What do you mean?” she replied. “Tomorrow you’re getting your chance to do something naughty in public. You’ll be working a car show booth for a few hours, posing for photos in skimpy outfits.”

“Wait, but I didn’t want people to know it’s me *NeosporinForYou*! What the hell!”

“Oh don’t worry,” I laughed, “you’ll be wearing a mask the whole time and the other model will too. No one will know it’s you.” My wife sat in silence with a shocked look on her face. The gravity of her fantasy was crushing down on her all at once.

“I just…”

“Listen,” I interrupted. “If you want to be a good girl, you’re going to do this. You know you wanted this, and now you get it.”

A faint twinkle lit the corner of my wife’s eye. She liked this. She was just more shocked than usual by the surprise. “Does the mask cover my whole face?” she asked.

The good news for her was that it would cover her whole face. Her body would be on display, but no one would know it was her.

The next morning I drove my wife to the car show early in the morning. Then I parked and bought a ticket myself so I could see what they had her do throughout the show. After 30 minutes, gates opened and I scouted the expo area. It was a cool show. It took me about 25 minutes to get to the booth where my wife was. I could instantly recognize her body – but to others, she was just a hot model wearing a mask. She was wearing a skin tight black dress that had slits on the sides. In the back, the dress left just a little bit of her ass peeking out at the bottom. Perfect.

I finished walking around the expo area and then even got to do a short test drive. It had been about 2 hours that my wife had been working and I figured I’d go back and see what was going on at her booth.

I was surprised to see neither my wife nor the other model at the booth when I got back. Hmm. There was a bench diagonally across from the booth so I took a seat and figured I’d wait to see what was going on. After a couple minutes, my wife and the other model popped out from behind the backdrop of the booth. But now, they were wearing mini skirts and crop top jackets. They had done an outfit change.

No sooner did they appear and various attendees started asking to take pictures of them next to the cars at the booth. My wife obliged one man’s request to bend over the hood. It gave everyone, me included, a great view of her ass in the tight mini skirt. Damn. After a while I decided to keep walking around and grab some lunch. Funnily enough, I ran into a friend of mine who asked why I was at the show since I’m not really a car guy. I laughed and made up some fake reason.

As I left the concession area, I decided I’d head back toward my wife’s booth and sit on that same bench. When I got there, I saw there had been another outfit change. She was now wearing a thong bikini bottom with a different mini crop top embroidered with the company’s name on it. She looked great. At this point, I realized that she’d probably been in hundreds of photos. I laughed to myself thinking that she didn’t know what she was getting into when she requested this. I walked past the booth, making sure that she saw me. As I did, I saw a sign at the booth that asked attendees to share their pictures on social media by tagging the company or using a hashtag they shared. I noted it so I could look posts up on Twitter and Insta later.

It had been a great day, but I needed to do some work. I went to a lounge area where I caught up on some emails.

About 30 minutes before the show would close, I figured I’d go back to the bench by the booth. I showed up just in time to see that people were gathering for a giveaway. There had been one final outfit change. My wife and the other model still had the mini crop tops on but had switched out their thongs for g-strings. They were sitting on their knees on the hood of a car at the booth, facing away from the crowd. They took turns throwing foam balls into the crowd over their backs, and whoever caught them won small prizes. The best part was that their asses were on full display to the crowd. Because of the position they were in, you could see a little bit of both of their assholes peeking out from behind the g-string. I saw more than a few people in the giveaway crowd taking pictures of them and not really focused on the foam balls.

I went back to the car and waited for a text from my wife to pick her up from the exhibitor loading area. She got in, still wearing her mask, but now wearing the hoodie and leggings she walked in that morning wearing.“How’re you honey?” I said.

She shot me dagger eyes. Then she started to smile. “I’m good,” she said playfully.

“Good, because you have one more outfit change today. I’m not driving you home unless you stay naked the whole drive.”

She was really into that and quickly took off her clothes. She grabbed my hand and put a couple of my fingers in her. She was soaking wet. I knew she would be. I doubt anyone saw her on the ride back, but it was fun.

When we got home I told her we should check out social media to see what pictures she showed up in. It wasn’t a perfect count, but we found over 100 photos she was in where people used the booth’s hashtag or tagged their account. We found about 50 pictures she showed up in that just mentioned the show’s hashtag or Insta account. We also found about 50 pictures on Insta searching by the event’s location.

The pictures were quite a mix, but probably about a quarter of the pictures were of my wife and the other model on their knees in g-strings with their asses facing the giveaway crowd. My wife blushed seeing them, but admitted she loved it. She didn’t realize how much of her was on display.

The funny thing now is that occasionally my wife recognizes someone who took a picture at the booth when we’re out in town. They never recognize her, but she gets quite a rush. My favorite example of this was when she needed something brought down from a high shelf at Costco and the man who reached it for her was someone who had asked her for her number at the booth. He had no clue. I remembered this story because today I got a text from the exhibitor asking if “I” am interested in working their booth again this year. They also let me know that some posters would be given out at their booth this year and one of them is a photo of my wife and the other model. I think she’ll be doing this again.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/usdrov/how_my_wife_ended_up_wearing_a_gstring_in_front