![]() ![]() My left arm was still around my wife's shoulders. Of course, that made her breasts rise and fall under the hungry gaze of the watchers. I could still see the prick of the guy to my wife's left standing up, and I knew my own purple head was pushing against my underwear. And I noticed that the tips of my wife's nipples seemed to be hardening under their gaze.Īnd indeed, my cock was pushing against my pants. The three men gazed at my wife's boobs, his nipples clearly visible in the theater light. I reached over and pulled the shirt away from the other breast. My wife looked at me, looking a bit embarrassed, and then looked again at his dick. Sally leaned over and said something to him.Īs we watched, the man, still holding a cigarette in one hand, grasped his cock in his other hand, putting the tips of his fingers against the shaft. "Tell him if he wants to see more he has to touch himself." Now three of them were glaring at my wife's chest. "The men are staring at you," I whispered to Sally. The large, beautiful, lump sagged slightly against her chest. With my right hand, I pulled part of her shirt toward me, exposing her right breast. My left arm was still around Sally's shoulders. "I want to see them looking at your nipples." "Yes, please," I whispered into her ears. "Sally, those men are looking at you," I said. So did a man sitting in the row ahead, who turned around and looked at my wife's chest. The fellow sitting next to us seemed to notice. I didn't have much of her breasts uncovered, but it could be clearly seen they were hanging naked inside her shirt. My wife stared ahead, her large brown eyes on the screen. Soon, the entire front of my wife's blouse was open. ![]() I reached over again, and slowly unbuttoned another button on the blouse. "My husband wants to know if you want to see my breasts," she said. Sally took the point and leaned over to the guy on the other side. "Tell that guy your husband wants to know if he would like to see your breasts." "It turns me on that people might see you," I said. I reached over and unbuttoned one of her buttons. I could see, however, that her chest had gotten lower. I watched the movie, and a few minutes later she returned, with her shirt buttoned up again. "Would you go to the bathroom and take your bra off and put it in your purse and come back here?" I said.Īfter not much resistance, I talked her into it and she left. God knows what she imagined I would ask for. I whispered into Sally's ear, "Will you do something naughty for me?" As I recall, he didn't seem to be touching it, and he didn't make eye contact with us, but he seemed to want to be noticed. The light from his lighter showed that his erect penis was poking up out of his open zipper. The fellow on her life had was lighting up one cigarette after another. We watched the movie and a man got into the seat on the other side of Sally, to her left, and lit up a cigarette.Īfter while, my wife nudged me. My wife was wearing a white shirt, jeans and tennis shoes. I'd always liked smut and naked women, and hoped taking her there would be a turn on. As I penetrated her, a moist earthy smell from her pussy filled my nostrils.Īnd Sally knew from our previous conversations that it turned me on terribly to see other men looking at her.Īnyway, one time in the 1980s I talked Sally into coming inside an adult theater with me. Once, I asked her to doff her clothes on a sand dune in a national park. ![]() My wife could be randy when the occasion demanded. I mean, don't you just love tits? When a young woman with a baggy shirt stands up, letting you see the outline of her breasts in the front, don't you love it? Don't you love the invention of the halter top? The idea of other men seeing them turned me on. I always thought they were utterly wonderful. The large pink ovals made her tits very appealing. One aureole was slightly larger than the other. Perhaps more to the point of my story, she had nicely- proportioned breasts with pink nipples. She had straight brown hair and large brown eyes. My wife had brown hair, a medium build that was neither thin nor chubby. In the olden days - back in the 1980s, before videos killed the adult theaters - movie theaters that screened smut could be randy places, as my wife Sally and I discovered once. ![]()
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