Wife Fucks in a Porn Theater for 12 Bucks

I walked into the Playhouse in Tampa behind them. She was about 5'6", early 40's, dirty blonde hair and a decent figure. She wore a knee length dress that swayed nicely when she walked. They paused at some of the displays in the front of the place, but I went straight to the counter and paid my entrance fee for the theaters and then ducked into the main room. The boys inside had already spotted her, of course, and were beginning to jockey for position. I took my place along the wall, just a few feet away from the door.

Within five minutes they were in the room. They stepped into the large, open space in the back, allowing their eyes to adjust to the darkness.

The guy next to me recognized her. "She's a hooker," he said, with more than a little irritation in his voice.

"Seriously?" She didn't have the look. From where I stood she looked more like a mom heading toward middle age in pretty good shape, closely attached to her balding, slightly-overweight husband.

"They say it's some sort of game they play between them, but she's looking for money. That makes her a hooker." Several of the guys seemed to lose interest pretty quickly. After all, who wants to pay for it in a place like the Playhouse, where action is fairly frequent and "all-comers" are often welcomed? Still, I was intrigued.

I watched as a few guys passed by, chatted them up, and then moved on. Eventually, they began to make their way down the long wall that forms the only aisle in the theater. They stopped about 8 feet from me. As he pulled her to the wall, he opened the top of her dress, spilling her bare tits into the dark air of the theater. As guys would enter the theater they would understandably stop for a second at the site of this attractive woman, exposing her tits for all to see.

"You can touch them," hubby would say, and every guy that did was rewarded by her soft grip on their cocks, through their pants. Most seemed confused by the open and quick invitation... or perhaps they knew the drill and were not interested.

A young black guy approached them. His dick was already out. She stroked him while he pulled at her nipples and squeezed each tit in turn. Soon, he had his back to the wall getting some head from an experienced and willing older woman. He must have enjoyed having his dick sucked by a some guys white wife in a porn theater, because he came very quickly. As he zipped up, she excused herself and went to the restroom.

Hubby stayed where he was, so I took advantage of the moment to get acquainted. They were from North Carolina where they played from time to time in the theaters and bookstores in their area. On occasion they came to Florida to let her completely enjoy herself. As I had been told, they were happily married, but they got off on the idea of her hooking. He said that they had actually exercised their fantasy on the street on a couple of occasions, but found that porn theaters offered a safer place to play their game. The purpose, he said, wasn't to make money, but to get off. For her, it was a rush to be treated like a slut, and to know that men were willing to pay for her. For him, he got off on the fact that men used his wife, and -- he said -- she always fucked him best after she had been well used. The money was not the point. By then, she returned.

"Let me see your tits," I said to her. "I want to know what I'm getting before I lay out any cash."

Without a word, she opened her top again. "Touch them," I ordered. She smiled ever so slightly as she cupped them for me, displaying them, then slowly moving her thumbs and forefingers to her nipples.

"Who do I pay?" He nodded at her, so I pulled a five out of my pocket and shoved it into her open dress. "Let's see how well your whore gives head, then I'll decide if she is worth any more."

I took her hand and pulled her to a couch in the middle of the nearest row, maybe halfway down the theater. I opened my pants as I sat down, releasing my prick. She knelt on the couch beside me, taking my dick in her mouth immediately. I pulled her hair back so the guys nearby could get a good look at her head bobbing up and down on my dick. She was very good at what she did. Hubby remained against the wall, rubbing his crotch in the distance as his wife blew me. As she did, I reached underneath and played with her tits. They were a nice size, roughly a handful, with nipples that were already rock hard. Then I slid my hand down her back, gathering the material of her dress up and pulling it over her ass. Sliding my hand over her naked skin, I realized she wore no panties.

Nice slut. Always ready. I like that." Her mouth got wetter and her throat opened wider at those words. If she kept up that pace, I would be cumming far too soon. "Sit up," I ordered her. "I want to see that pussy."

As she pulled herself up, I fished another couple of bucks out of my pocket. I tossed them toward her. "Make it a show worth watching." She sat in the corner of the sofa, her legs spread across the couch, one foot landing in my lap, she pulled the dress around her waist. Her bare ass was on the couch. She pulled the top of her dress down off of her shoulders. With the exception of the fabric bunched around her waist, she was naked. She opened her legs wide and let us see her wet, trimmed, cunt. As was to be expected, out came the flashlights. They lit her up like a fugitive scrambling below so many news and police choppers at night.

"I didn't pay to just look at it. I want you to touch it. Show me how much of a nasty slut you really are." Her clit was already swollen and her thighs glistened with her juices. The touch of her fingers was all that was necessary to drive her over the edge. Within a minute she was cumming, and when she did, I was standing next to her, shoving my dick back into her mouth. A couple of guys in the row behind reached in to play with her tits, but that seemed to startle her, so I waved them off. Gratefully, they complied. I fished a condom and another five from my pants. I held the money in front of her.

"You want this?" She nodded silently, wiping some drool from the corner of her excellent mouth.

"How can you earn it?"

"You can fuck me."

"Really? You fuck for money?" She nodded.

"What does that make you?"

"A nasty whore." I'm not normally into the whole sub/dom role-playing scene, but I was starting to see the appeal. "And you know what else?" I continued. "All these guys, and your husband over there are going to watch while I fuck you. And they're going to get off on it. All these guys getting off by watching you, you nasty little slut. Get on your knees."

She spun around immediately, putting her elbows on the back of the couch, raising her ass toward me. Her cunt was blisteringly hot when I entered. I found a slow and even stroke, wanting to take my time. As I did, some lucky SOB found his way into her mouth. I shot a glance toward hubby, who was still at the wall, stroking his cock furiously while I banged his wife. At this point, the crowd was too thick for him to be able to even see what was going on, but he didn't seem to mind.

I blew my load and collapsed onto the couch next to her. She rolled back onto me, enjoying the throes of another orgasm. We laid there for a moment, catching our breath. Soon hubby was there to collect her and to move on to her next trick for the night. Whoever it was, he was fortunate. After all, she was the best $12 fuck I ever had.