From the Mailbag - Sticky Seat in Atlanta

I just got this note from a guy who remembers good times in Hotlanta, GA.

There was a couple in Atlanta who used to go to the old Buckhead Arts theater before it closed. The husband would sit behind her and watch while guys played with her tits, pussy, and sometimes ate her. She would blow guys, but I never saw her fuck any. I sat next to him behind her one night and he had me take her dress off, which I did, and handed it to him. A guy was eating her and he told her to raise up high enough so everyone could see her naked tits. She did it, and I was playing with it when he told her to "make some noise... moan louder," so she did that, too. About then I came all over the back of the seat in which she was sitting. She was blonde, good looking, maybe late-30s or early 40s. He told me they were swingers and that she was bi. Damn. Another time there I stroked the top of her head while I jerked off and she blew a guy sitting next to me. God I love hot women like her....

So, have you pasted any furniture in porn theaters, or passed along clothing to waiting husbands? If so, use the form at the bottom of the right column to tell us about it.


Watching Wife Swappers in a Porn Theater

I spent a couple of the summers of my youth in South Carolina. I can't tell you much about Hilton Head or Plantations or the history of the state, because I spent almost all of my days there working under the hot sun on my grandfather's farm, and all of my evenings in three porn theaters (including one drive-in theater) that were fairly nearby. It was an education on many levels. It was there that I learned that more than one "conservative" husband enjoyed seeing their wives fucking in porn theaters. And it was there that I saw my first set of "wife-swappers," as they were still known back in the 70's.

The theater was called "The Flick" and it was located in Greenville. From the outside, it looked like a converted convenience store. Inside, it was clean and housed a fairly decent theater - wider than it was deep - with a real projector and theater seats. I went there with some frequency, just for the porn. After all, I was a young man with natural urges. I was too young for the bar, and the only other possibility for meeting girls was at my grandparents church. I didn't see that as a viable option. The internet didn't exist, and the letters V, H and S still had no meaning. Hardcore porn was limited to theaters and sleazy bookstores, so I spent time in both.

Over the course of my early visits I had been lucky enough to watch a few couples at The Flick. Most just played together, letting the rest of us watch. One chubby mom was more "accommodating".  Again, I was happy just to watch. So that particular night, the sound of high heels coming through the door wasn't a complete surprise. The sounds of two pairs of heels, however, turned all of our heads.


Surprising Pickup Goes All the Way in a Porn Theater

The women I have taken to porn theaters have fallen, generally, into three categories.
  1. Women I have dated, or have been married to, that enjoy porn theater sex as a part of "the lifestyle". These women, for the most part, knew what I was into before our relationships developed.
  2. Women I have met, either in clubs, online or through "swingers' magazines (back in the day) who I generally coaxed along, watching them slowly, but surely, move to the theater scene.
  3. Those that I have met spontaneously and the chemistry was such that we found ourselves in a theater or porn store before I knew much about her.
The largest group, obviously, is 2. The surest group was 1. Those who fall into group three have been few and far between, though their numbers are picking up in recent years. Perhaps I have just learned to qualify my prospects and close the deal a little more efficiently.

Ellie Idol
See more of her here.
None, however, have been as surprising as "Jessica" who I met at the mall last week. No, I don't go trolling at the mall. I was killing time while getting some work done on my car, and met Jessica in the store where she was working. She actually made a joke about the "older guy" stalking at the mall in the middle of a weekday. I liked her sense of humor and we struck up a conversation.  Believe me when I tell you that the last thing I was thinking of was picking her up, or taking her anywhere. Half my age, she's a petite thing with brunette hair, big brown eyes, and an easy smile. Think Zooey Deschanel. Or Ellie Idol, if you prefer.


More Help for Couples in Porn Theaters

I have had a several emails lately asking - essentially - the same questions. They come from couples who have been visiting their local porn theaters and would like to play, but aren't exactly sure how. Some time ago, I posted some Tips for Couples in Porn Theaters, but as I review it now, I see that I focused more on how to control the crowd and to feel comfortable in a theater. The new questions touch on things like:
  • How do I let someone know I am interested?
  • We want to watch other couples, but don't want to be perceived as "creepy stalkers".
  • Do I have to tell them exactly what I want, or can things just sort of develop naturally.
  • What if we want to leave the theater with someone?
You get the idea. So, with that in mind, let me list a few ideas. If you haven't read the other Tips post, check it out for some general background, then come back and pick things up here again.


"Word of Mouth" at the Porn Theater

My first sexual experiences were less than stellar. As a fairly young man, my level of excitement was so high that I (sadly) often finished way too soon. Thankfully, an older woman taught me two important lessons way back then. First, that initial ejaculation really meant very little, as my erection returned almost immediately (remember those days?). Second, as long as I satisfied her, she really didn't care how I did it. As a result, I learned to eat pussy. And, I am told, I learned to do it well. Getting a woman off orally a time or two before I penetrated her made sure she was already happy, and it often had the effect of lowering my racing heart rate, allowing me to keep my "composure" under control.

Skill at cunnilingus is really skill at paying attention. Every woman is different. So we begin by softly exploring and experimenting. A bit of this, a little of that. Long laps or tiny flicks? Inside the labia or along the side? Fingers or not? Nibble the clit now or wait a bit a longer? By paying attention to her response, we learn what she likes and what she craves. We find the way to arouse her, hold her there and finally bring the warm relief she is aching for. Oral skills most certainly pay off in porn theaters. Many times, rather than reaching in and grabbing with the mob, I ask the lady if she might enjoy a little oral attention. If the question is appropriately timed, the response is usually positive. Needless to say, she is usually willing, if not eager, to reciprocate in some way. Even if she isn't there are rewards.


Exploring Tokyo Valentino with an Exhibitionist Wife

It always pays to have manners in a porn theater. Always. Be polite. Make eye contact. Use your words. Smile. Trust me, women will notice and it will set you out from the rest of the crowd. Last night my manners, and my ignorance, helped me hit the jackpot in a new location.

Tokyo Valentino in Atlanta is hardly a porn theater, but I was curious about what I had heard and since the Buford Twin has closed, I needed a way to pass a night in the ATL, so I decided to check it out. The building has been recently remodeled. It is nicely done; upscale with a massive retail area that is clearly designed to attract couples. I knew I was heading into a large building, but after wandering through four separate retail areas, I was no closer to finding the adult play area than I was when I walked in.

candida royalle
The real Candida Royalle.
See her movies here.
I was making my second pass through the retail area when I nearly bumped into them. Her long, straight, black hair reminded me of Candida Royalle back in the day. Her dress gave off that 70's vibe, too. It was long. All the way to the floor, but the top was a halter, tied behind her neck and providing both cleavage and side boob exposure. He was a step behind her as we met, coming around one of the tall retail displays.

"Pardon me," I said. "I guess all this stuff has me a little distracted, and a little lost." They chuckled their agreement and we continued on our separate ways. That was it. No extended conversation. No attempt to get to know them. Just simple courtesy. Manners.

As for the ignorance, I finally wandered over to the fairly busy counter and asked the guy about the area I was looking for.  He told me that I actually had to walk back outside, go down the stairs and enter the building through another door. It's marked "video booths" off the back parking lot. I thanked him, turned around, and saw the couple again, standing just a few feet behind me. I nodded toward them, in some unspoken greeting/goodbye, and stepped out into the warm Georgia heat, making my way down the stairs.


Porn (and more) at the Drive-In

There are still a few of them around the country, but most disappeared a long time ago. They were one of the symbols of the new, upscale, mobile lifestyle that seemed to sweep the country after WW II. We were in love with our cars. They were bigger, quieter and flashier than ever. Interstate highways were popping up everywhere, allowing Americans to ride their shiny new machines farther than they had ever gone before. Suburbs became possible, because we no longer had to ride public transportation or walk to work. Motel chains, Kampgrounds, drive-in restaurants and a plethora of other businesses were created to take advantage of our love affair with the automobile. None of them were more iconic than the drive-in movie theater.

Families, nervous kids on their first dates, and veteran neckers alike all found their spots at the drive-in back in the day. These were theaters that showed first run movies, normally as double features. And they had all the amenities: concession stands, playgrounds for the kids and picnic tables to let you enjoy a feast as you ogled Hollywood's best.  Eventually, people got tired of the lousy sound that came through that metal speaker, temperamental weather conditions and screaming kids in the back seat. Bit by bit, the quality of the movies fell off, and soon there weren't enough couples left looking for a cheap place to park to support most drive ins. So, as the 70's wore on, most of them faded away.

Like traditional theaters, a few of them were sold to those who found that they could still turn an easy profit showing porn. One such theater was just outside Spartanburg, South Carolina. I spent a few summers in the 70's as a young man in the sweltering sauna of the Palmetto State. My grandparents lived there, squeezing the last few dollars of profit out of a family farm. I worked during the day, and then worked hard trying to figure out how to stay out of their "parlor" on weeknights, and out of their church on the weekend. At some point, I stumbled over the drive in. It took half the summer before I worked up the nerve to pull in. Fortunately, they weren't overly diligent in checking IDs. As long as I had some pictures of Lincoln and Washington, they were more than happy to let me enjoy the show.