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Note: At the time of this writing, the technology for reactive theater seats called DBox is fairly new. Yes, this is a real technology in use today. All the names involved have all been changed to disguise the facts.
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After our quickie romp on the back porch, we both needed to get cleaned up. Fresh out of the shower, I was the first one dressed. Naturally, my wife Mary takes a bit longer to get finished. Using the time where she slathered lotion all over her body, I picked out her outfit for today. This is something a bit unusual, but there was a good reason for all of this. She tried complaining, but I wouldn't hear of it. Sighing, she resigned herself to wear what I chose.
About noon we headed out, and Mary asked me a few times why I brought along a backpack. Naturally, I just gave her a sly smile. "You will find out in due time, don't worry about it, dear" was the only response she got.
The sun was out warming everything up, but the random shady spots were an instant ten degrees cooler. Just walking through the shade of a tree, or in the shadow of occasional cloud was enough to make Mary's nipples perk up, very obvious through her thin cotton blouse. Not that I was watching or anything. Well, OK, maybe I was. Just a little bit. Just like I was staring at her thin cotton skirt that went to the middle of her thighs. Hell ya I was enjoying the view too.
Several times, I caught her holding her skirt down against the frequent wind that tried to expose her panty-less ass to the world, and it made me laugh a little inside. After catching me smiling a little too broadly at her, she figured it out. "You jerk, you knew this was going to happen, didn't you?"
"Well, maybe. I was hoping to catch a glimpse of your beautiful ass today, but so far it hasn't worked too well."
"Ya, you and everyone else. In case you haven't noticed, the Farmer's Market is outdoors, and there are a ton of people here that would also see me. And I don't feel like sharing right now, thank you. At least my shirt isn't in danger of flying up and showing everyone my tits too."
'Wow, she is really getting pissed off. Gotta play damage control' I thought. Shrugging it off, I replied "Sorry babe, I didn't think you would get this upset about it. I know you kind of get off by showing some skin, so I thought this would kind of get you in the mood. Besides, it's not like we know anyone here, and we aren't even close to home, so it's not like we are likely to see any of these people again any time soon."
That seemed to mollify her, so we moved on. Grabbing her ass with both hands, I said to her under my breath "I have an idea that may help. This will hold your skirt down, right?"
Mary smiled and playfully elbowed me in the gut, but didn't move my hands. Could not help but notice – even though we were not in the shade, her nipples were still trying to poke a hole in her blouse. I had picked this blouse on purpose. It had a fairly high neck and it had six buttons, and I knew that the top two had issues staying closed. The black color kind of hid her nipples, and also made it quite obvious when it showed skin because of the color contrast. The top button had already come undone, and she didn't seem to notice yet. Nothing was showing yet, but it wouldn't be long before the second one went and she would be sharing a preview of the girls.
We walked on for a while, collecting a few nick-nacks along the way. Claiming to need a break, I suggested we stop for lunch. When I saw a greasy-spoon type of place almost hidden among the vendor tents, we made a beeline for the place. Requesting a quiet booth in the back, we were seated quickly, and I made Mary sit with her back to the room. After giving our drink order, I put down my menu and stood up. "Be right back, restroom break."
It was just a tiny lie. I tracked down our waitress, waving her to me. "Excuse me miss, but my wife and I are having a serious talk during lunch, and we would appreciate it if you weren't very efficient at our table. I don't want to be rude, but could you not stop by our table as fast as you usually would please? "
She looked at me kind of weird, but smiled anyway. "Of course, sir. Anything you need. I will be back at your table in about five minutes for your order if that's OK."
"Ya, sure, no problem. Just walk from that direction over there so I have time to see you coming, then if I want you I will just wave you over to us. Is that OK? I don't want to have to bother you with hearing the boring details of our problems. Also, when you come back with drinks, can you also bring us a couple of large margaritas?"
Giving me a knowing nod of her head, she smiled and turned away as she was called by another customer.
Getting back to our table, I started speaking before I sat down. "OK, here's the rules. Lunch will be a bit different for you today hon. I would like some extra scenery today while eating, so could you do me a favor?"
Hesitant, she nodded at me, but looked confused. "As long as you don't get all weird on me, I guess we can work that out. What do you want?"
"Well...." I started, but faltered. My eyes left hers, clearly dropping to look at her chest. "OK, here's what I want. Every time our waitress comes to our table, I want you to undo a button on your shirt. Now, she will..."
"WHAT!?" she interrupted, hissing at me. "Are you insane? What makes you think I will do that?"
"Oh come on babe, she's a girl too, you don't have anything she hasn't seen in the mirror herself. Besides, if you do what I ask, I will make it up to you later. You will thank me, I promise you that."
Thinking silently, she leaned back in her chair, folding her hands together on the table. She glared at me, but not entirely in a mean way. I could almost hear the gears in her head grinding as she tried to figure me out. Taking advantage of her quiet, I glanced through my menu, taking the focus off of Mary to let her thoughts stew better.
I was about to say something when the waitress appeared a few tables away, heading towards us. Nodding at her, she came up to us, notepad at the ready. Surprising Mary, I quickly ordered a chicken salad for both of us. As our waitress left the table, Mary started to say something but was stopped by my finger waving at her. She looked at me oddly, and in response I just pointed to her chest and smiled.
Her eyebrows arched up and her head tilted a little. "I can't believe you, asking me to do this crazy stuff. I don't know why I let you talk me into things sometimes. But what the hell... I guess I can do this. THIS time, just this time."
Looking around quickly and finding no one watching, Mary's hands moved to her shirt. Her face showed that she was surprised that the first button was undone, and gave me a dirty look. There went the second one. She pulled the neck of her shirt apart a little, but it didn't do anything for me – it still just showed the flat skin of her upper chest, and nothing of her delectable breasts. They were just over a good handful each, so it wouldn't take long. That sure didn't stop me from staring though!
We made small talk for several minutes until the waitress came back with our drinks and food. As she left, I thanked her and turned to Mary. "Those drinks are both yours, you earned them for going along with my silly little game today. And yes, you need to have both of them before you are done with your salad. If nothing else, they will help too let you play my game."
