It was the sound of my wife moaning at the top of her voice and a man grunting. Now, I’m not stupid, someone was obviously down there fucking my swe...t little house-mouse wife and from the sound of it she was loving every second of it.I snuck into my basement tool room from a side door and I good a look at what was going on. There was my petite 110 pound small breasted wife lying naked on the couch. Her legs were spread wide open and were wrapped around some biker thug who was on top of her. So I did the next best thing, I just changed my seat.There was this another time at the theater. I had gone down to the movie theater to catch a new film which had just realized along with my mom. I was in collage I think. The theater was almost empty say it just had bout 100 people in for that movie. We all were really spread out across the theater. Some were sitting in groups here and there. I and my mom were sitting a little ahead, away from the crowd and also the seats were empty. So we. I described Dennis, and although it isn’t really necessary, I’m going to describe myself.I’m pretty average looking, not homely I think, but nothing special. My body is also average. I’ve managed to keep the fat off. I have hair on my chest, stomach and legs, not a lot – if I was blond you probably wouldn’t notice it – but I have black hair. I also wear a beard. Not one of those short ones that look like the guy forgot to shave, but a full beard. I think it makes me look better, or at least. Her 34bb -26-32 figure were all exposed ,mere covered with her thin blouse which could be torn anytime and her boobs pecked and pinched. Still I controlled myself and went up to her and called out her name..She was oblivious to the fact that I was there.As I called her again she came to her senses and covered her, by now exposed body, with her thin saree..I asked her what is the matter and she said nothing, as if waiting to leave in hurry and embarrassment.As she was crossing me I caught hold.