My wife's parents met, while they were both playing college basketball. Neither of them went on to do anything of note, except for birthing Neave. With both her parents being tall, Neave stands six-two in her socks, making her a head taller than me. Neave has remarkably wide shoulders, a trim waist, no bigger than average in size, but perfectly shaped breasts and two of the longest legs I've ever seen. I have seen men turn around and follow my wife just to keep an eye on her legs.
As Neave has such perfect legs, she usually loves to show them off, which is why I was so surprised when she stepped out of her dressing room wearing a dress buttoned down the front from her neck to below her knees. Neave wanted to watch a new film showing at the Megaplex this week. Even though the film had terrible reviews, I agreed.
'What's the story?' I asked as I looked Neave over.
'What do you mean?' she said, looking down at herself. 'You usually tell me off for looking too sluty.'
'I have never described you as sluty,' said in my own defence.
Neave gave me a wink. 'Now, but I know what you mean.'
'Well, you do like to attract attention, don't you?'
'Do I flirt too much?' she asked rhetorically. 'Hell yeah, which is why I love you so much.'
'Because I allow you to be a...'
'Little promiscuous,' she said before I could say,
sluty.
Neave took my arm and as we walked to the car, she said, 'I am never sluty, thank you.'
'What about last week at that pool party?'
'I wasn't the first to go topless, was I?'
I decided this was going to lead me nowhere good and closed my mouth, so I didn't mention about her stripping entirely and how a line quickly formed as men queued to fuck her.
'Are you sure?' asked the young woman behind the glass at the megaplex as we ordered our tickets. 'I've heard it's a stinker. We've got lots of other things showing too.'
Neave only smiled. 'Two tickets please.'
'Just don't blame me if you don't like it.'
'I won't.' Neave collected the tickets, and we headed up the stairs to our theatre.
This film really wasn't popular and there was no one else lining up to go in when we arrived at the doors. In the semi-darkness we found our way to our allotted seats. Neave liked to sit near the back and that was where we headed. There were a few other people scattered about but no more than a dozen.
When we sat down, there was no one within three rows of us, which was perfect. After fucking so many men at the pool the previous weekend I thought my wife had some sucking up to do and a blowjob here felt about right to me.
Just as the opening credits rolled by, a man entered. He had silver-grey hair and expensive clothing and an air of authority about him. He looked around the theatre before making his way up toward us. To my disappointment, he entered our row and sat seven or eight seats from Neave.
'Why did you want to see this film?' I asked as I brushed my hand against the side of her breast, to let her know my intentions.
Neave gave me a wink. 'The lead actor, I think he is so hot!'
'You mean we have to sit through this terrible film just because you have the hots for the main actor?'
'Do you want me horny or not?'
'Good point,' I said. 'This film seems perfect.'
As the credits stopped and the film began, Neave unfastened the top button, at her throat, and the one at the knee line of her dress. A couple of minutes later she unfastened the next two buttons in line.
This was looking far more promising. I sat back and allowed my wife to play her little game. Every few minutes or so, she would unfasten the next two buttons as her dress was slowly opened from top and bottom.
'I think you have an admirer,' I whispered in her ear.
'Do I?' she said without turning, but her tone told me that she knew the silver haired man had snuck a little closer to her since the film started.
Neave flicked the next buttons open before easing her dress back from her shoulders, leaving her lovely breasts on show. Then she bent low and unfastened the next button on the other end of her dress. There were every few buttons left fastened now and as she obviously wasn't wearing a bra, I asked her, 'Are you wearing any panties today?'
'Do you want me to be wearing panties?' she teased with a low giggle.
I shook my head.
'Then you're in luck.'
As Neave unfastened the next set of buttons the man moved to sit next to her.
'Hello,' he said. 'I hope you don't mind, but I enjoying you show so much I simply had to introduce myself.'
'My show?' said Neave, in a tone that suggested she didn't understand his comment even though she was now sitting in the darkened theatre with her tits out.