Heather and I had been together for almost two years now. In that time, we had done more than most couples will do in a lifetime, at least sexually. We had done little else. I had left my wife of 20 years and moved in with her, a girl exactly the same age as my oldest son, 20. She had left her boyfriend to move in with me, but only after we had been caught. Her boyfriend was the son of her father's live in girlfriend.
When she had been 20, I was the 18th guy she had fucked. Now, after we had been together for 2 years, she had fucked 83 guys total. That didn't include girls or the random, unknown guys she had fucked at Bush River Adult Theater. If you counted all of them, that number was well over one hundred. Most of them had been with my knowledge. All of them had been with my blessing, even though a couple of times I had changed my mind at the last minute. It was then that I found out that once you had the ball rolling on a cuckold relationship, it was like a runaway freight train with no brakes.
She was allowed, even encouraged, to fuck whoever she wanted, whenever she wanted with or without my knowledge. But, she also fucked whomever I told her to whenever I told her to. I was allowed to stray as well, but I only did with her present.
It only happened a few times. Sometimes guys. Sometimes girls. Sometimes couples. She had made me do a blowbang at Bush River, just as I had made her do the same. She had been fucked by friends, strangers, all races, and such a variety of places.
We had lived a very satisfying sexual life in the two years we had been together.Once, when I had been in Daytona with my wife and daughter for a twirling competition, I had bought Heather a few things. Mostly souvenirs, but there were some clothes too. My favorite of the bunch was a black top that was a very very loose, blousey halter.
It was very thin and even though it was black, it could be seen through if you looked hard enough.
The first time she wore it, it became immediately apparent that the wind would keep her indecent anytime she wore it. I liked it that way. We had gone to a bar called O'Kelleys, in Elkton and she had let her shirt fall open, exposing her tits "accidentally" several times. She was fondled and her tits were sucked, but it didn't really go anywhere.
But, that gave me an idea. Heather usually wore whatever I wanted her to wear, sometimes with objection, but she would eventually acquiesce.
I put her in that top as often as I could, and I turned it into a game. She knew that whenever she wore it, the idea was that she was going to be "accidentally" exposed in various places.
We were going to the movies, Regal Cinemas in Glascow, Delaware to see Turistas I put her in the wind shirt, as we called it, and a short black skirt. Her hair had been dyed black, but hung in the same ringlets to her waist as before. Her back was bare and she had to cross her arms in front of her chest crossing the parking lot to avoid giving the police and security people a show.
We hadn't gotten there early enough to get decent seats, and it was opening weekend so it was going to be packed. We ended up in the floor section right in front of the screen
That was fine with me. Security tended to look up towards the rear of the theater, where most of the viewers were. Out location afforded us a little anonymity.
After we were seated, she wanted popcorn and a soda, so before I went to get them, I made a coupe of quick adjustments. As I leaned forward to kiss her, I pulled the left side of the shirt just enough to expose her nipple. I smiled and told her I would be right back.
She obediently began acting as if she didn't notice. It was dark enough that no one else had noticed yet either.
As the movie started, at my direction, she had stopped cheking to make sure her tits were covered. Most of the time they were, but when they were, I would lean over and kiss her and move her shirt ever so slightly so that just a hint of forbidden fruit was visible. But, as it got darker, caution went out the window.
I neaned over to kiss her, and pulled onbe side completely open. Her tit popped out obediently. I continued to kiss her and sat back so I could creep on thiose around us. It didn't take long for guys to notice. As I mentioned earlier, she was basically dressed like a whore and they had been glancing since we sat.
We sat for a while, watching the movie as I watched those nearby. At an opportune moment, I leaned to her and said "I am going to the bathroom. Don't touch your shirt. Just pretend like you don't notice it. If anyone approaches you, you let them touch or do whatever they want."
She smiled nervously. "OK" she said, unenthusiastically.
I actually did go use the bathroom. My cock was so hard, I could barely pull it out to piss. Nobody was in the bathroom, so I gave my aching cock an obligatory stroke or two prior to putting it back in my pants.
I entered the theater from the rear, and walked do the little corridor beside the retaining wall. When I got to the end, the seating area came into view. Heather was still sitting alone, so I just stood and watched for a couple of mintutes. I could see guys looking, but no one had sat with her.
So, I went to sit. As I did, I kissed her again, and flipped the other side of her shirt open, partially exposing her second breast and sat down. She did not move to stop me nor try to cover up. She was becoming a good whore.
She loved being called a slut, but hated being called a whore. So, I called her whore unceasingly. I had told her that was all I would call her because I wanted her to become the whore we fantasized about and enjoy it at the same time.
"Good whore" I said. She smiled.
As we sat watching the movie, I pretended to be trying to fondle her discreetly, but I was really performing for anyone watching. As I pinched her nipples and squeezed her big, perfect tits, I let them completely fall out of her top. Finally. There was not an empty seat, so unless someone complained, she was unlikely to be seen, except by the crowd of teenage boys surrounding us. They were just watching, and unlikely to tell anyone.
"Don't touch them" I said after a few minutes. I got up to leave again. Everyone watched me leave.
I left the theater and went to the snack bar. I got some Jujyfruits and slowly meandered back to the theater, making my way to the edge of the retaining wall so I could see her from behind, but remain unnoticed.
There was another guy sitting in my seat. He was sitting in that "half a cheek on the chair" method that says I may have to get out of here quickly so let me be prepared. I smiled and watched. They continued to talk and his eyes never appeared to meet hers. I knew where he was looking.
I took out my phone and sent her a quick text.
'Notice your tits are hanging out and apologize to him and start to cover them up. Then do whatever he says'
After a moment, I saw her take out her phone. She looked at it and then put it away. As she did, she began to pull the fabric of her top over her exposed tits as they talked. After a moment, she just let them fall out again. They continued to talk and she knew I was watching.
He said something, and they both laughed, as she leaned forward allowing her tit to fall on his hand resting on the arm of the seat. He jumped as if he had been shot. She reached out to touch him, apparently placating him, and took his hand. She placed it gently on her bare breast.
I continued to watch as they talked, and then he seemed to relax a bit, even sitting back in the seat. She turned to face the movie screen as well and I noticed she was talking to the guy sitting on her other side as well.
"You are going to have to take a seat." The voice behind me startled me. It was the usher doing his rounds through the theater.
"Sorry" I said. "Somebody took my seat. I'll just find another one."
"Do you want me to see if they will move" he asked.
"No thank you. I think I am leaving by myself anyway." I felt naughty offering that information, but he, of course, had no idea what I meant.
There were a couple of individual seats available toward the back of the theater. I took one, but from that distance I could make out who Heather was, but little else.