At The Opera
I didn't know her name but her fist was around my cock.
My wife loves opera. Me, not so much. So, like with most things, we reached an understanding. When the lights went down, I'd play with her pussy to keep my self awake and distracted while she enjoyed the opera and the stimulation. To facilitate things, she'd wear a skirt that unbuttoned at the side and crotchles panties. I'd put my raincoat across our laps. We had good seats, two seats off the isle. On the isle at eac...
