We eased into the parking lot just at dusk. I turned off my headlights and drove across the lot with just the parking lights. There were three other cars already there, widely spaced around the edges of the lot. I parked in the middle of the biggest opening still left. I turned to my wife, “Are you ready, babe?”“I don’t know. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea.”“We’ve been talking about it for weeks. I thought the idea excited you.”“It does, but it scares me, too.”“Well, we can leave whenever you want to. Do you want to go, or stay?”She thought for a few seconds. “Let’s stay for a few minutes.” She wiggled around in her seat. “Should I do anything special?”“Whatever you feel like, baby. It’s your show.” I reached over, and put my hand on the back of her neck and rubbed gently.She sighed. “That feels nice.” She reached up and unbuttoned the top button of her blouse.I turned, leaned over, and kissed her gently. She put istanbul travesti her hand on the back of my neck and pulled me closer. I saw a flash of light and looked up. One of the car doors had opened on the other side of the lot, and someone got out. The door closed with a thud. I could just make out the person who’d gotten out; it looked like a guy.Then the inside light went on in another of the cars. “Do you want to go take a peek, babe?”“OK.” She got out of the car; I had turned off the interior lights, so it stayed dark. I got out, too, and we walked hand in hand over to the car with the light. By the time we got there, there were two other guys already there, bending over and looking in the windows. I could see two people inside. The guy was rubbing the breasts of the woman, through her blouse. The two guys outside were on her side of the car, leaning over to look in. We stopped istanbul travesti on the guy’s side and watched. I put my arm around my wife’s waist.She whispered to me, “She’s got really big breasts.”“I’ll bet they’re not as nice as yours, though,” I whispered back.Her hand crept up the front of her blouse to the second button. She waited a moment, watching, then unbuttoned it. She pulled the tails of her blouse out of her skirt, then pulled the front open a bit. The top of her white bra stood out against her skin.The guy in the car had done some unbuttoning, too. His lady wasn’t wearing a bra, and her breasts were huge; DD-cups at least. He leaned over and began to suck on one of her nipples.I slid my hand under the back of my wife’s blouse, then up until I could reach the side of her breast. I rubbed it through the bra. The two guys on the other side of the car had both looked over at istanbul travesti her and noticed her open blouse and bra.The woman in the car had moved one of her hands to the front of her guy’s pants and was rubbing his growing erection. I could feel mine growing, too.Then the woman in the car took her blouse off, leaning forward as she did. Her breasts rested on her thighs as she slid her arms out of her sleeves. She tossed her blouse over the seat into the back, then slid down the seat a bit. The guy started kissing her nipple again and ran one hand up under her skirt.I kissed my wife on the side of her neck. She unbuttoned the last button on her blouse and pulled it back more so that both of her bra-covered breasts were exposed. She whispered, “Should I take my blouse off, too?”“Only if you want to. Maybe you ought to wait a bit, and see what happens in the car.”He was pushing her skirt up as he slid his hand under it. She lifted her hips, grabbed the bottom edge, and pulled. The skirt slid up over her hips and wadded up around her waist. She had on a garter belt and stockings, but no panties. There was a dark patch of hair covering her pussy. His fingers started rubbing the middle of the hairy patch.