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.

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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.

If the retail area at Tokyo Valentino is big, as I said, then the "play area" is enormous, comprised of 3 separate floors. After paying $20 to get in, I found myself in a maze of gloryhole booths. Not all of the booths have holes. Most have vertical "slots" to easily accommodate those of varying heights. There is also a large dark room on the first level. I peered in to see an array of seats and benches, though it was really hard to see much.

The second floor has another dark area, a dance floor - complete with disco ball - and an interesting little maze of semi hidden seats for those that want some privacy and exposure at the same time. The third floor actually has a "clothing optional" sign posted as you top the stairs. Here you will find a large locker room and shower, private rooms, a BDSM room, and the largest room in the building, which is outfitted with high-backed benches placed in such a way that they resemble large booths in restaurants, minus the tables. Seats, padded platforms and bondage devices are scattered throughout the facility. Some are in dark corners, others are far more open.

Not seeing anything that caught my attention during my tour, I was making my way back down the stairs to the first level when I saw the couple again. They were milling around the gloryhole area. They actually smiled when they saw me. Always a good sign. I approached them reasonably directly, but was ready to step aside if their body language indicated that I should.

"We were wondering about what's upstairs," he said. I gave them a basic rundown of the place, as I had seen it. As we chatted, we wandered to quiet corner to talk. In short, they were looking for a theater. He wanted to see her exposed and playing with another man. He got off on watching. They had done some things with others in hotel rooms, and she had played with him in a theater, so tonight they were hoping for a show that would be more widely seen.

Knowing that he liked to watch, I began to touch her as we talked, rubbing her ass, feeling her step closer to me.  She wore no panties under her dress. Her ass cheeks were firm, yet round. We made our way around the building. This time, we walked through the dark room. I led, holding her closely as he followed. I'm not sure that he could see me reaching to feel her tits, or her squeezing my cock through my pants as we walked, but her giggle probably gave us away.

Eventually, we wound up on the third level. In the room with all the benches. I led her to a section in the back of the room, where we took our seats in the corner, with our backs toward the entry area. He sat on the bench opposite us, several feet away. She surprised me by kissing me and within seconds we were making out like teenagers. She surprised me again when she stopped me from reaching under the fabric of her halter top, preferring to place my hand on top of the cloth, letting me squeeze her tits that way. I got it. We were going to tease him, taking our time.

We teased him, and several others for the next 15 minutes or so. Just kissing, caressing and generally heating each other up. This was not typical porn theater sex. It was far more gentle and slower paced. I liked it, and she did too. I could feel her body responding, her breath deepening. Onlookers from every angle murmured their approval, telling her how good she looked and how much they would enjoy joining us.

I thought that perhaps the crowd was too big, or too close when she suddenly stopped and said that she wanted to walk. This time she led me by the hand as she wandered, nearly aimlessly through the building. For a time we wound up down in the dark room on the first floor. While we were there she fished my cock out of my pants and stroked it. Allowing me to work my hand under her top and release one of tits. I sucked it as she continued her rhythm on my cock. She stroked someone else in the darkness too. I assumed it as her husband, but as I drew my head away from her chest I saw that it was not. It was long and black.

This game continued for the next half hour or so.  Drifting from room to room, area to area, always stopping somewhere open enough that hubby could see. In each place she got a bit more daring, actually sucking my cock in the landing area of a stairway where a large padded bench had been set up. That created a bit of a traffic jam. She stroked a few guys who stopped to watch a larger woman give head through the bars of a the cage in the BDSM room.

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Eventually, though, we wound up again on the third level, back in those same seats. The tease went much farther this time. While I obviously enjoyed touching and being touched by this woman, it was clear that her performance was for her hubby. She made sure he could see everything. When I pulled the fabric off of her naked breast, he got a clear view before I was allowed to suck it. I sat her on my lap, facing him when I finally untied that top, letting him see her tits fall into open view, and watching my hands reach around to knead them. As the fabric of her long skirt was slowly raised, everyone in the room watched as her thighs were slowly exposed, inching up until the light fell on her trimmed snatch, but the show was for hubby. She looked him in the eye as I teased her nub. I imagine she watched him while I opened her legs and licked her, too.

After 15-20 minutes, her clothes were gone. My cock was out and my pants were around my knees. She blew me as she knelt beside me on the bench, her ass high in the air, letting others touch her. Penetration wasn't allowed, but she seemed to enjoy their hands every else. She rolled a condom down my cock and stood over it, facing her husband, who sat motionless across the way. Again, she took her time; content to rub her clit with the head of my cock, building her arousal even further. I wasn't sure that I would be able to stay hard long enough, being used simply as a prop. I needn't have worried though. By the time she began to bounce lightly on the tip, letting it slowly nudge her lips open, I was hard as I have ever been. It seemed to take for ever for her just to engulf the head. But then, in a single plunge she impaled herself on it. We both composed ourselves and she began a steady rhythm. I could feel her diddling herself - again, for her husband's enjoyment - as she slipped up and down my pole.  As she rode, she stroked the cocks of a few other men, always keeping them to her side so that hubby could see. Hubby also saw as she took that long black cock she had met earlier into her mouth. As she blew him, she ground herself to an orgasm on my dick. Mine followed shortly after. The black guy had to be satisfied with leaving his load on her tits.

She walked, naked, back to the shower area where she cleaned herself up.  As she did, hubby and I exchanged contact info. That's where I learned that my ignorance paid off. He said they were ready to leave the store, convinced they had come to the wrong place until I asked for directions. He had been reluctant to do so, but when he heard me speaking with the clerk, they stepped closer to hear for themselves.

I went back to my hotel, quietly thanking my mother for teaching me manners, and thanking my father for showing me that there is no crime in asking for directions when you are lost.


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.


A Little Spanish Pays Off in the Porn Theater

Back in high school, did you ever say, "Why am I studying this? I'm never gonna use it for the rest of my life."? I said it often. I said it about algebra. I said it about ancient history. I said it about Shakespeare. And I said it for two years worth of Spanish classes. I still don't read Shakespeare. Haven't thought about the ancient Greeks (except for the isle of Sapphos) for decades, and I can't remember the last time I solved for X. But I was wrong about Spanish. Over the years, my work has forced me to bring it out from time to time. And a recent visit to Fantasyland 2 in Tampa made me very, very happy that I have some rudimentary skills in EspaƱol.


A Nice Show at the CVE

I had wandered into the CVE, a nice little adult bookstore and theater near Charlotte, North Carolina fairly early on a Friday evening. The place had been getting a nice flow of couples on the weekends and I was nearby and alone so I figured I would see what might unfold.

The usual crowd of guys was hanging around the video games in the booth area. That's never a good sign, although they told me that a couple was just getting settled into the theater. I went straight in and saw them sitting about halfway down on the left side. She was on the aisle, he was to her left. I took a seat on the aisle on the right side, one row ahead of them. For the next ten or fifteen minutes other guys came and went, waiting to see if a show was about to begin.

They sat close, "cuddled" and whispered quietly between themselves as they watched the movie. They kissed occasionally but, for the most part, they kept everything pretty much PG. They were early 40's, perhaps. She was tall, pretty and dressed in a subtly sexual way. Her skirt wasn't short, but it had an amazing slit that caused it to almost disappear when she moved her legs a certain way. Her top was buttoned up, but she was showing a generous amount of cleavage. Her heels were high and she wore sexy stockings rather than pantyhose - a fact confirmed when her slit opened and the skirt fell to either side of those long, crossed legs.

Swapping at the Buford Highway Twin

So the Buford Highway Twin Theater in Doraville, Georgia, just outside of Atlanta, has closed again. This time it looks like it is for good, as the local laws have made the adult business illegal. The owners are reportedly looking for a new location, but the history that was the Buford Twin has come to a close. I have several good memories of this place. And a few dull ones. Like all theaters, particularly when it comes to the opportunities for a sexual encounter, things at the Buford were always "hit or miss". I lost count of the misses that I experienced there, but the "hits" always kept me coming back.

Of course, bringing your own woman seriously increases your chances for a good time. I have wandered back through some of my archives, and found this account of one of my favorite nights at the Buford. It is as I wrote it many years ago. Edited only for better sense now that some of the particulars of my life have changed.


Wanda Goes Black at the Porn Theater

Long before anyone invented the acronym FWB, Wanda and I were exactly that. We simply called one another fuck-buddies and it was an arrangement that worked well for both of us. Many people we knew assumed we were a couple. And we were – sort of. Much in the same way that a couple of alley cats who sleep under the same tarp most nights are a couple. We did set up house together for a while. Nearly a year, in fact. But even then we both had our own places to retreat to whenever it might have been convenient, and there was no pretense of sexual fidelity. Ours was an open, complicated, relationship. Frankly, for us, it was pretty simple. We liked each other, got along very well and we both loved to fuck. We just never expected the other one to restrict said fucking to our bed.

The great thing about a fuck-buddy like Wanda is that they are excellent co-conspirators. As a result, they can help you arrange things that might not otherwise be possible. For instance, Wanda wanted to rob not one, but two, young men of their manhood at the same time. It wasn’t that hard for me to find willing volunteers for her. Likewise, I long ago checked that “threesome with two sisters” fantasy off my bucket list, thanks to Wanda. So when she told me one night that she wanted nothing but black guys in a semi-public setting, I knew that I would be escorting her to the porn theater.


Tips for Single Women in Porn Theaters

Today I am finishing up a series of posts of guidelines for your porn theater visit. You can read my tips for couples or etiquette for single guys in adult theaters if you'd like, to get a little broader context on things. Today, I turn my attention to a request that I received from Lexi. She said:

I stumbled acrossed your blog by accident, and I love it! I do have one favor to ask, could you post some advice for us ladies that fantasize about giving themselves unto a theater. I've been to my local adult theater to make purchases but have never made it past the store front. I just don't know how to go about it. I would love to go to one just far enough away not to be recognized, but I have no clue what to do next. 

Could you give advice to us ladies that fantasize about giving ourselves over to a theater? I have so many questions.... Is it safe to go on my own? When is a good time to go? How do I know if someone is interested in play? How do I let them know I'm game? How do I set boundaries? 

It would be great if you could address these questions. I do so hope you'll consider it, who knows maybe I'll meet you in a dark theater someday.