I have spent the last few days reflecting on something that happened to me in the most unlikely of places, and where I behaved in a way that can only be described as slutty, which is so unlike me.

My husband and I regularly go the theatre, in particular a small local one in the coastal resort where we live.

Because we go often, we have become acquainted with several couples, in particular one couple who very often end up seated in row E, where we normally sit.

I always like to dress well when we go out, and on this evening I had a green sweater paired with a green above the knee skirt, my light green opaque stockings, white undies and brown ankle boots,

The play was a comedy and as it turned out I ended up sitting next to the husband of the couple I mentioned, we said hello, had few words then settled down to watch the play.

I was aware that my skirt did ride up a little when I sat down, and with getting up and down to let people pass several times it perhaps had gone a little higher than usual with just a hint of the welt on both stockings.

So I was more than a little shocked when I felt a hand on my left leg just above my knee, my neighbour who I know is called clive, leaned into me and whispered how he liked my green tights.

Instead of pushing his hand away I didnt, not wanting to cause scene I allowed it to remain squeezing my leg.

Stupid things going through my mind, like what if someone sees, and what will happen if he finds out I am wearing stockings.

Unchallenged, he gained confidence and began stroking my leg, pushing up against the hem of my skirt, then running his palm over my skirt, suddenly stopping when he felt a suspender strap through the material.

Emboldened his hand now back on my thigh pushing up under my skirt, actually forcing my skirt up over my stocking tops, until he had exposed both suspender straps and my upper thighs. I didnt dare move, Clive was now unstoppable, playing with my suspenders, pulling and stretching them, fingers into my stocking tops, he was making no effort to watch the play at all, his wife and my husband oblivious to what was happening.

Despite my misgivings, I realised my body was responding , unconsciously I moved my knees apart a little. I knew I was sending all the wrong signals to Clive and behaving like a tart.

When his probing fingers reached the gusset of my panties, it was like an electric shock, he now had full control of me, dear god I hope no one can see this was all that was in my mind.

I shifted in my seat, legs further apart, as his fingers found there way under the the leg of my panties and deftly into my now moist pussy.

I was being fingered in a theatre, by a man who I didnt know, with my husband sitting next to me, and I was incredibly aroused, fortunately the laughter around me totally drowned out my whimpering; I knew I was going to cum I couldnt stop it, thank goodness there was a loud chorus from the cast as I did.

Clive withdrew his fingers casually wiping them on the welts of my stockings, turning to me he smiled, just as the interval was announced and I desperately re aranged my skirt as the house lights came up.

I almost burst out laughing when my husband turned to me asking if I enjoyed it, meaning of course the play. My response, the best first half ever.

Clive and his wife went to the bar during the interval, we didnt, I was now feeling really embarrassed and sat tight. When they returned and we stood, as his wife passed me she whispered has Clive been misbehaving again. I felt my cheeks burning. The second half of the play passed without incident , but on leaving both of them said hope to see us again.

I still dont know how my husband didnt realise what had happened, but on the way back home in the car; I put my coat and hanbag on my lap, just in case my husband lifted my skirt and saw the wet cum on my stockings, what a night.