Can you tell that I'm queer? I mean, what other guy besides a faggot notices what a woman wears?I stopped grinding my cock as I watched her moving abo...t to find a seat. Most of the other guys in the theater were openly stroking their cocks and one guy was busy going down on the guy next to him, but when she came in, they all paused long enough to leer and ogle at her. As she moved about, she smiled sweetly at everyone, but she passed them all by. When she got to my couch, she motioned with her. Longer drags led to harder, faster strokes as I closed my eyes and pictured her playing with my ass with our assorted bag of toys at home. I slowed down because I wanted this to last... "Hey, Austin!" I heard Janie exclaim. "What in the fuck are you doing?!" She scolded. I didn't even flinch. I simply opened my eyes and continued as if she were a part of my mind's play. I refused to let my greatest personal moment be ruined by anything or anyone. "You need to stop," Janie politely pointed out.. He does seem nice, why?, she replied. Oh I thought that maybe you'd like to help his view and open a few buttons, I answered. My wife was silent for several minutes and looked at me.Do you want me to let him see my tits?, she asked. I thought a couple of buttons would be ok, I replied. How many buttons, honey, she asked. What or how much do you want him to see of me? How about two buttons, I answered. Two buttons will show him most of my breasts, she answered. Is that what you want me to do? I. Deep down I knew nothing would have happened, but the dirty devil inside me hoped that at least something exciting had happened. Even if Bethan was put in an awkward position, that would be enough to get my juices bubbling.I pulled up onto the drive and noticed Frank loading the boot of his car with several sports bags.“Going away for the weekend, Frank?” I asked, locking my car.“Yes, Mike,” he smiled rather smugly, “I’ve not seen the c***dren or grand-c***dren for a while, so staying with my.