We strolled around the theater a bit, guys gazing at my slut wife, their eyes glued to her bouncing tits, the cum stains highlighting her tits and nip...ples even in the dim light.I finally took her up to the balcony and entered the row of seats about halfway up. She followed me into the row, a signal to the guys that we wanted to play, besides her short skirt barely came to the tops of her hose.It took about five minutes for the first guy to sit next to her, and pull out his cock, which my wife. It’s an outrageous forest green on black lace but I know you love it. I’ve been wearing this wanton invitation to molest me all morning and that is exactly what I want and need right now. I’m done waiting for you to notice.A few more steps and I… but, damn! One squeaky floorboard and you look up, taking me in in an instant. I forgot about that one but your face lights up and, man, my whole world lights up at you looking at me like that. You drop your pen on your desk and turn to face me. . I was pushing my pussy against hiscock as I “woke” up.“What are you doing, Timmy? Are you trying to fuck me?”I asked, pushing my pussy onto his big cock.“Yes, Grandma Lovett. You are such a lovely woman and Icould not stand it any longer. I have wanted to fuckyou for a long time.” He said, “Do you mind if I put itin you”“Mind? I would like you to do it. Now slide it into mea little deeper.” I answered as I opened my lips forhis huge. She held them up andgathered the waistband and stretched the gleaming panties tight asshe approached me. I heard the swish of the satin against the nylonstockings already on my head as she pulled the panties down tightlyand adjusted them on my face. "Mmmmm, don't we just look so pretty,"she giggled looking me over with satisfaction as she smoothed theslippery material over my head and face. She then began reaching forher dresses and gowns that were hanging beside me. I could hear themetallic.