This series is about memories provoked as a man remembers parts of his erotic relationship with his wife.
The Sixth Picture
I held an photo album in my hands and turned the pages over as I looked at memory after memory. Finally I found a photo that brought a memory that was as arousing to me now as it was when I had taken the picture so long ago. It was of us dressed in our best clothes as we stood before a theatre and other people going in. I could barely make out the sign on the notice board but I remembered the title of the ballet that we had seen or were supposed to have seen.
Opening night for the performance of Swan Lake by the Bolshoi ballet and I had by hook and by crook obtained tickets to the performance. We had dressed so formally I had to laugh you in a slinky form hugging extremely attractive black dress with a split up the side almost to your hip that showed your tanned leg off so appealingly and I wore a black suit with bow tie.
It felt constricting but I enjoyed the time as we drank champagne and nibbled the hors d'oeuvres waiting to be let into the box that I had booked. Finally we entered and you kissed me as you saw that we were so close to the stage and like all boxes and balconies behind the seats a small private room existed where there was more champagne and refreshments. We settled into the seats and drank as we waited for the audience to settle and the show to start.
The drink of course made me more uninhibited and I found myself touching you along the forearm as we waited. I was almost fondling you but after a time there was no almost about my actions. You looked at me so wickedly. When you look at me that way you can excite me so much that my cock hardens. Smiling you ran your hands over my groin touching my hard cock. You quickly looked around and saw that no one could see what you were doing.
The lights dimmed and the music started as the overture began to play. We sat watching the stage and the dancers cavorting on the nearby stage. Then I felt your hand touching my thigh until you touched my still heavy erect cock. You rubbed it through the cloth without letting your eyes leave the stage. I looked at you but you in the darkness but you continued to ignore me.
My fly was unzipped and my cock was freed to be held in your hand. Your soft hands began to stroke my hard flesh and you let your thumb glide across my cock's head. You drove me crazy. I reached to you but you slapped my hand down and whispered that I was to do nothing to you until you allowed me to do so. With difficulty I stifled my groans of pleasure. I was fortunate that the music stopped them from being heard easily. Then you slid off your chair and knelt between my legs.
