Enjoying the Real Show in a Porn Theater

The Oak Theater on Western Avenue in Chicago was another one of those old Art Deco movie houses that went adult in the mid-70's when malls and multiscreen cineplexes were being discovered. I spent a lot of time in the Oak, back in the day, because in addition to first class adult movies, they had strippers on stage every three hours or so. Guys would crowd down around the stage, getting as close as they could, hoping to catch a whif, or feel, of a willing lady. There were usually three girls. Two locals then a "star". I met Hyapatia Lee there well before she went to Californina and became a porn star.

One night a week, they would even host an amateur night, when wives and girlfriends would come down to expose it, shake it and otherwise use it to their best advantage to win a small cash prize. The chance for seeing something you weren't "supposed to" was always greatest on amateur night. That was the night I usually went, though I went other times as well.


As I say, the habit was for the crowd to draw close around the the stage. Guys would kneel. Many brought cameras. And more than one guy wound up with a load of jizz on the back of his pants because somebody got too excited. As soon as the dancers finished, the crowd would head back to their seats, the exit or just to the lobby for a chance to chat with one of the girls.

On one such night, I noticed a 30-ish black couple heading to the exit. I said hello and asked if she had intended to dance. They laughed and said that she wasn't into that, they just came for the show. Then they were gone. I saw them a week or two later, again, at amateur night. This time I saw them before the dancers took the stage. They were sitting towards the back corner, just watching the movie. They didn't move during the show. In fact, they were the only ones still in their seats.


I watched them, as best I could, from where I was on the side of the stage. I tried not to be too obvious and the lights didn't give me the best view, but at one point, I was sure her head disappeared. I took advantage of the break between two of the dancers to stand up. She was there, right next to him. But her blouse was open. Not too obvious, but open.

I slipped from my spot and began to work my way up the opposite aisle, and took a seat all the way across the theater from them. They watched me as I did.  I was afraid that I might have spooked them, but when the next dancer came out and they were sure that everyone's attention was on the stage, she went back down on him. I didn't have the best view, but I was still as hard as a rock. This was still pretty early in my porn sex career, so just the thought of a woman sucking a cock in the same room with me and 40 other horny bastards was enough to turn me on.

I watched as her head bobbed faster. As the next dancer was finishing, so was he, unloading on her big brown tits. While they watched the end of the show, she layed back and rubbed his cum into her skin. Then she buttoned up, he tucked it back into his pants, and they headed for the doors just as the show ended and the guys were heading to their seats.

I made my way to the lobby and made eye contact with them. As they walked by I said, "Best show I've ever seen here."

She surprised me by responding, "Too bad you didn't have a better seat."

The next week, I did. I got there early and was sitting one row in front of the seats I saw them in the week before. They arrived about 30 minutes before the same show they had seen the week before. Although she flashed me a quick smile when they sat down, they did nothing else to acknowledge or encourage me. In fact, they did nothing at all. Other guys came and sat in the area, but when it was apparent they weren't playing, they moved on. I did not.

Although I was trying my best to look cool and calm, I was very excited. It was as though I was a part of their secret. If anyone else had seen them in the past, they weren't there tonight, and no one seemed to pay them any extra attention. They were just a couple, sitting in a theater watching a movie. He was a guy. That's all the description you need. She was fairly tall, maybe 5'9 or so with a smiling face and a hairstyle that seemed a little outdated at the time. She was not wearing a bra, that was apparent even through the dark fabric of her long-sleeved blouse. She wore a camel-colored skirt that went to her knees. There was nothing about her that screamed "theater slut".

Even when the show started and the crowd moved down front and she and hubby began to play it was far from "dirty". There was a sweetness to this babe that I found very appealing. They started by kissing and he quickly worked on getting that blouse open and her tits exposed. They were beautiful. Big and heavy, yet still firm with large nipples waiting to be tended to. They worked fairly quickly, knowing their time was limited.

Once she was exposed, he pulled his cock out and she went down on him immediately. It was apparent she know how to give head: long smooth strokes, taking him in deeply as she fondled his balls. She also made sure that I got a good look. I pulled my own cock out as I watched them through the first dancer. As I recall, there were 6 that night, which meant that we should have plenty of time. About the time the second dancer got started, she leaned forward to look at my cock. She smiled at me as she reached over to touch it. Her touch felt electric and I honestly thought I was going to cum on first contact. Thankfully, I did not.

She went back to work on hubby for a few minutes, opening her legs and pulling her skirt up to let me see that she was wearing no panties. As was the norm back then, her pussy was covered with full black hair that was neatly trimmed at the bikini line. She did nothing when I reached back and began to rub her thighs. At some point, I became aware that hubby was trying to get my attention. He motioned back to their row!

I slipped into the seat to her left. They introduced themselves politely. I'll call them Duane and Cherise. He and I shook hands and she kissed me. On the mouth. Hard. We were playing an unexpected game of tongue hockey when I felt her hand on my cock again, warm and soft. I grabbed a handful of one of those impressive boobs and began to squeeze. To borrow a phrase, they were magnificent! Cherise had other things on her mind though.

She pushed me back in my chair, then moved to her knees - to give Duane a better view - and proceeded to give me one of the best blow jobs that I had ever gotten. In fact, it was the best I had ever gotten up to that point and still remains solidly in the top three of my life. She would alternated between those long, deep strokes and an unbelievable flicking of her tongue that was firm enough to be felt, yet light enough to be very, very pleasant.

She began slowly, but built intensity, working her hand under my balls, playing with my sac and even teasing my asshole. She orchestrated my orgasm perfectly, bringing me close twice before finally pushing me over the top and taking my load on those big beautiful boobs. As soon as she finished with me, she leaned over to take Duane's load who was losing it at the site of his wife sucking a white dick in the back of a porn theater.

With that, I was politely dismissed. I thanked them and stumbled to the bathroom to put myself back together, reflecting on the site of those impressive brown jugs coated with jizz reflecting in the faint light of the theater. It's an image I carry to this day.

Duane was in the bathroom just a few steps behind me. As we tucked ourselves back in, I found out that they weren't exactly regulars, but that they enjoyed playing and she liked to be watched. I said that I liked watching, and would be happy to be her audience any time. When he asked for my number, I felt pretty sure I would be hearing from them again. Luckily, I was right. But that's for another time.