After three years of marriage, I realized that you must constantly seek out ways to make each other's toes curl. This is the story of one such discovery...
...My husband and I have been volunteers at our local community theatre for over 5 years. We have served in every capacity onstage and off. Most recently, we operated the technical effects for the annual children's production. I was operating the light board, and my husband was controlling the sound effects. For the most part, it is a boring job. The tech booth is a dark, cramped area with large tinted windows looking out onto the stage. The audience is a mere ΒΌ" of Plexiglas away, oblivious to the existence of the room behind them. The tech booth has no door, but opens at the end of a long hallway that leads to the microphone operator's corner and from there into the audience. For two and a half hours a night, I moved sliders from 10 to 0 and vice versa while my husband double clicked sound icons on a notebook computer. Now and again, I was able to chat with the stage manager backstage via the headset, but more often than not she was keeping the cast in line and moving set pieces.
During the second weekend of the three-week run, the staff at the theatre raised the heat in the theatre, and the tech booth was soon nice and toasty. I stripped my sweater off, leaving my breasts straining against my black camisole in the darkness. My husband leaned over and began laying light kisses on my neck, sliding his hands into my shirt and caressing my breasts with a feather touch. After a deliciously agonizing minute of this, he stopped abruptly, turning back to his computer screen and leaving me trembling in my seat.
Shaking my head, I returned to the task at hand, sliding through the next four cues without missing a beat. During a particularly complicated dance scene, I stood up from my chair so that I could see the stage easier. While I ran through the scene like we had hundreds of times before, I trailed my hand over his stiffening cock, massaging it through his pants. I gradually increased the pressure until the end of the scene, when he grabbed my hips and pulled me onto his lap. I rubbed my ass against his crotch until I could feel his veins throbbing through our clothes.