"Something wrong?" Kathy asked as Bob jumped to his feet and walked over to his rumpled pants.

"No. It's just that my wife is – well, used a little too often by other men," Bob said as he flipped his flaccid, long prick back into his pants and zipped up his fly.

Kathy laughed as she sat up and wrapped her arms around her knees.

"The way you act, I'd think that you'd enjoy a woman who was free with her cunt," Kathy said as she felt Bob's jizz slowly ooze out of her pussy.

"Sure. But Connie's a little too much even for me," Bob said as he picked up his shirt. "Get dressed, and I'll show you what I mean."

"The dishonored woman meeting the betrayed wife," Kathy said over-dramatically as she laughed and flopped her big tits into her halter.

"Meeting Connie's going to be an experience for you, I'll guarantee that," Bob said as she buttoned his shirt and unlocked the door. "Meet me on stage in about half an hour."

"What about the wardrobe mistress?" Kathy called out as she stepped into her wrinkled skirt.

"I'll send her down. Helen's probably gossiping with the stage crew, wondering what positions we've been through down here," Bob said as he headed down the hall.

In a few minutes the wardrobe mistress was bustling around Kathy with the costume, taking measurements as she tried to ignore the almost overpowering odor of vaporized sweat, male come, and cunt-juice.

"Do you know Mrs. Decker?" Kathy finally asked the woman, wondering what kind of female Bob would marry.

The wardrobe mistress looked carefully at Kathy then smiled gently.

"Don't get too involved with Mr. Decker," she said kindly. "You know, he plays around quite a bit. Numbers are more important for him, it seems, than individuals."

"Oh, that doesn't worry me. I'm just curious about his wife," Kathy said as she raised her arms for a pinning.