On our way to the auditorium we had a couple of cans of Carlsberg which I had brought to loosen things up. As we went into the auditorium we found tha... the only seats left were the upper tier balcony seats. As the show went on the crowd became thinner and when it was time for the enactment of Shakespeare’s play there were hardly any people left in the theatre. The two of us being alone on upper tier balcony; it was dark .The play was boring but she insisted to stay on till the end.I was annoyed. I accepted her decision, but we did exchange mobile numbers and I said if ever she was feeling down for her to give me a ring, I would always be here if she needed anything.As the days passed we were texting each other quite regularly, and it wasn’t long before we actually went out for a drink.I picked her up from her house in my Range Rover, she was waiting outside and looked quite nice in tight leggings and knee boots, and a ‘floaty’ top.We had a nice evening, I took her for a meal and we had. There was a natural lookout with a bench on which I loved to sit. It overlooked the tidal reach of the river and was the perfect vantage point. I had to navigate a detour and then a small climb to get there. A hidden secret spot which I thought of as my own. I was invisible, at least it seemed that way, it was my secret but another thought so as well. I sat engrossed, watching the cormorant fishing below me in the slightly damp mist - watching him twist the just-caught flatfish to the point. Feel free - I replied.And I went to the kitchen. I washed the dishes quickly and then hid behind the door to spy. They were already early in the fun. My wife was kneeling on the floor sucking the cock of the two males.- Suck more bitch - said the son of our neighbor.I was very happy seeing my wife satisfying those males in our room, like a good bitch should do. I felt proud to have that bitch as a woman. Suddenly she kept sucking the dick of my neighbor and raised his ass to his son, asking him.