I pull her nightie down to her tummy exposing her large c tits. The lights in our living room were so bright that I know my friends had a great view o... her tits. I began to caress her tits and I moved around to her back exposing her more. We were in that position when the door made a noise and my wife opens her eyes and covers her breast. She asked me, "Is there somebody at the door?" I said "no". But she insisted that she saw a shadow at the door, so I said I will check. When I am about to. I notice it has the same effect on Sue even while we are getting ready for the theatre. The anticipation of doing something 'naughty' and forbidden in a semi-public place has us both on edge from the moment we decide on a whim that the day or night will be a special one, to the moment we plant ourselves in a secluded yet obvious place in the dimly lit theatre. I will have to fight the urge to go and spy on Sue as she prepares herself in the bathroom. I know she will be donning some sexy. What was worse, was that he could not be sure even if she would come home, as she had stopped out on more and more occasions. He sighed deeply, but, just in case, he checked himself from top to toe.His feet were slipped into six inch patent stilettos and his professionally depilated legs were encased in sheer black seamed stockings. Four taught suspenders on each side held his stockings in place stretching from the tightly boned corset, which was hidden under his satin maids dress, the front. Where Sandra and Harcourt went, or in what vehicle, I have no idea.We travelled towards London for an hour or so, swinging south onto the M25 that took us around the metropolis. I was completely lost by the time we'd left the motorway and then appeared to travel in ever decreasing circles along progressively narrower country lanes.'Ere I'm not daft; I watched the sun as we went. Our route, after we left the motorway was quite definitely circular and we went round more than once. Eventually John.