[Saddledrifter]

I remember several years’ back that my wife and I went to a Passion Play in Eureka, Arkansas. Now, I will be the first to admit that this was a strange place for anything sexual to occur, but it did. My wife had an outfit with knit material, very short shorts and low cut tank top. At that time, she really had no idea how sexy she was, nor how sexy she looked. She was braless and her tits were very pokey in that top. Being from Southern California, she expected the nights to cool off considerably. They actually didn’t. However, she did have a sweatshirt, which by this time of night she was certain that she would not need. She turned around and began to position the sweatshirt on her seat to pad it for comfort. As she did, I noticed the guy sitting immediately behind her, was taking a special interest in her bending toward him adjusting that sweatshirt on the seat. After a few minutes of being seated once again, she pronounced that she was still uncomfortable. I offered to go back to the car and grab my sweatshirt to provide more padding. She agreed. I then returned and handed her the sweatshirt. She thanked me, and I asked if she would like a drink. She agreed. Upon returning, she was once again adjusting the sweatshirts on her seat. The guy on the row directly behind us was still focused on what she was doing. Then I discovered his reason for his dedicated focus. As my wife was leaned forward toward the seat and adjusting it, she had a huge gap down the front of her tank top. You could readily see her boobs almost fully from the top side and even her tits. She innocently had no idea that she was so exposed. I stood there at the steps’ entry totally enjoying the view she was affording. Once I got down to our seats, I handed the Coke to her and never said a word about her exposure. She sat through the entire first act, but then during intermission, she again turned around to further adjust her seats padding. That is when a noticed a fairly large contingent of guys sitting behind us focused upon her exposed chest. As the Passion Play concluded, she turned to gather both sweatshirts, and all the guys behind us stopped in their tracks to make certain that she didn’t forget to pick up everything. It was a hoot, since the venue was a Passion Play. I don’t think all the guys attending walked away with the feelings that the producers of the play expected them to have, but I am certain that they have etched in their minds the picture of her tits and boobs.