Airport Flasher My husband, (always the inventive one), thought up a situation where I could let other men look up my skirt. He decided an airport would be a perfect place. There are lots of chairs and escalators and the men there would be going someplace so they would be perfect to give a quick peek to. He laid out one of my shorter halter dresses for me to wear along with a pair of nude color, crotchless pantyhose and heels. The halter top of the dress fit pretty loose on the sides and as I moved it was pretty easy to get a look at my braless tits. We arrived at the airport about 9:00pm. We went at night because we figured it wouldn't be too busy and we would be able to find the situation we were looking for easier. He had packed a few clothes in a small overnight bag to take with us to make it look like we were traveling too. As we were crossing the road from the parking area to the terminal the cop who was directing traffic gave me a real good look and a big smile. I probably looked like a high paid hooker in my short dress. The floor we came in was the baggage pickup area so we had to go up the escalator to get to the rest of the terminal. There weren't too many people around but one guy hurried to get on the escalator behind me when he saw we were going up it. He got on just enough steps behind us to be able to get a good look up my dress. I'm sure he could easily see my bare ass as we went up. He followed us through the airport a little ways..then turned around and went the other way. He must have had a plane to catch or something. Then my husband suggested we go have a drink in one of the airport lounges that were there. We picked a table next to a window overlooking one of the runways and ordered. A couple of men came in and sat at a table close to us. The place was empty except for them, us, and one other couple sitting on the other side of the room. I think they had spotted my dress even before they sat down because they didn't sit across from each other like I think guys normally would. Instead one guy sat facing me and the other sat on the side of the table so the other guys view wouldn't be blocked and so he could turn sideways to see. The waitress came and they ordered. By this time, I had my glass of wine about half done and could already feel it. I had been sitting with my legs crossed but uncrossed them when I noticed one of the guys really inspecting them. It was fairly dark in the bar so I'm not sure if he could actually make out the fact that he was seeing pussy or if he thought he was seeing panties, but he said something to the other guy and they both looked. My legs were still pretty close together, but my dress had ridden up to just below my pussy. My husband said he was sure they couldn't see much in the darkness and told me to spread my legs wider. I love it when he tells me to. That takes the responsibility of my actions away from me. After all, he made me do it! I opened my legs, a little at a time, pretending not to notice them looking as I carried on a conversation with my husband. I probably had my legs about 10 inches apart when my husband put his hand on my inner thigh. He rubbed my thigh slowly and as he did pulled my dress even higher. Now the bottom hem was higher than my pussy and they had a clear view. The waitress came back just then and he quit. He took his hand away but I left my dress and legs the way they were. She couldn't see anyway, because of the table, but the guys sure could. She brought us another drink and I started to really feel it then. My husband again put his hand on my thigh and pulled my legs wider than before. The guys were really looking then. We didn't give them any indication we even new they were there. He then started fingering my pussy as they watched. I was getting so wet I think they must have been able to hear the squishing sounds as his adept fingers manipulated the folds of my cunt. I was getting so hot he could have stripped me naked right there and fucked me in front of everybody and I wouldn't have cared. Suddenly he said we should go, I had more men to flash. I regained my composure and we got up to leave. I was really feeling the booze and wobbled a little as we walked by the guys. One of them suddenly said "thank you" just as we passed by. I turned around and smiled, then said, "you're very welcome". We walked out to one of the concourses where they load the planes. They have a bunch of chairs that face each other and are set up perfect to be sitting across from a guy and flash him pussy. There were hardly any people waiting for a plane there, but one was all we needed. My husband said he wanted to look too so we should pretend we were separate when we went in. He had picked out a guy who was sitting in a section all alone and reading a book. He looked old enough to be my father, maybe even retired. That was okay though. Men always like to look, no matter how old they are. Sometimes, it is even more exciting for me to show the older guys. They really seem to appreciate it. He looked up from the book he was reading and noticed me right away as I walked down the aisle where he was sitting. I picked a seat directly across from him and bent over to set my bag down. As I did the back of my already short dress pulled up and he got a real good look at my bare ass and pussy. I turned to sit and he quickly looked back into his book. I then leaned forward to open the overnight bag that I had just sat on the floor to get a magazine out of it. As I did, I kinda turned sideways so he could get a good look at my bare tit as my dress front hung away. I knew just how to do it to make sure he could clearly see even my rock hard nipple. The wine was really taking effect by then and I was really feeling like a hot and horny slut. I took as long as I could without making it seem too obvious and then pulled out a Cosmopolitan. I leaned back in my chair and started to pretend to be reading my mag. I knew his eyes were on me. My husband had taken a chair in the next row over behind the guy so he could take in some of the show too. I gave him a quick glance and he nodded approvingly of what I was doing. I didn't bother crossing my legs when I sat down, but kept them pretty close together. It was pretty light in the room so I'm quite sure he could easily see the top of my pubic triangle as he viewed up my skirt. All of a sudden he asked if I had been to Atlanta before (that was where the plane was going). I had to think fast and told him that I wasn't going to Atlanta, but to San Diego. I was just sitting there because the other lobby was too full of people and I hated crowds. He seemed to accept that and I went back to reading. He pretended to also. I let my legs spread just a little bit more. He could now see just a glimpse of my wet puffy lips under my dress. He then said he didn't want to interrupt me, or offend me, but he just had to tell me that he thought I had about the nicest legs that he had ever seen. I smiled a little and told him that I was not offended at all and was flattered that he liked my legs. He then told me that he thought the rest of my body was beautiful too. I thanked him and went back to my reading. I noticed a definite lump in his pants so I knew I was having the effect I wanted. I also felt myself getting even wetter than before. I was really feeling the effects of the two glasses of wine I had drank and pulled my dress up a little higher, making it look accidental, of course. Then I spread just a tiny bit wider as I pretended to read. I looked up at the clock on the wall and noted this guy's plane would be boarding in 10 minutes. Suddenly he said, again that he didn't want to offend me, but would I be willing to tell him if I was wearing panties. I know he knew I wasn't, but decided to play along. I smiled and said," why do you ask"? As he looked between my legs, he said it had always been a fantasy of his to find a beautiful woman in a short skirt with no panties. I called him a dirty old man, and told him that I never answer questions like that, at the same time giving him a little smile and parting my legs even farther. My dress was pulled up over my pussy and my wet lips were clearly exposed to him. His hand went down to his bulge in his pants and he started rubbing it. I was so drunk and horny I put my hand down on my cunt and started rubbing and pulling my lips apart as he watched. No one else was around and he didn't even know my husband was behind him. I fingered my pussy and even stuck one wet finger in my asshole as he looked and rubbed. Just as the last boarding call for his plane came across the loudspeaker he came in his pants. I could see the wet spot forming on the front. He quickly scribbled his phone number on a piece of paper and gave it to me. He said he would buy me sexy clothes or anything I wanted if I would call and do this again for him. Then my husband walked up and said, "there you are, you naughty drunk girl". He then turned to the guy and asked him if I had been bothering him. The guy assured him I had not, as he held his carry-on bag in front of his wet pants. He said in fact, he hadn't even noticed I was there and walked away towards the boarding ramp. With that we left the terminal and made it as far as the car before I had my dress completely off and we spent the next hour in the car in the parking ramp with me getting fucked and licked in every hole. I sucked my husbands cock and licked his balls and asshole like I was a possessed woman until he couldn't cum anymore. I think we will have to try this airport thing again.