Early on in our friendship, I was reluctant to tell him everything that I was into, but eventually I told him about my interest in porn theaters. He had been to a couple, but couldn't believe the things I (vaguely) described that went on. I told him to take his wife sometime and check it out for himself. He told me, almost predictably, that there was no way his wife would agree to that. So it was that John and I began visiting a few local theaters together from time to time.
We were fortunate to see a few ladies on those visits. Even more fortunately we got to play with a couple of them. I even invited him along one night when Wanda and I went together. As much as he seemed to enjoy the scene he kept talking about getting his wife there. He surprised me one day by inviting me to his home for dinner. He wanted me to meet Amy. No "funny business", as he put it, just dinner.
As a single man, I was not about to turn down an invitation to a home-cooked meal.
Amy was plain, maybe a few pounds overweight and fairly shy, but she received me graciously and I felt very much at home with the two of them. As the meal wound down, John surprised me again.
"I have told Amy how you like porn theaters."I was shocked. Amy blushed, but said nothing.
"Guilty as charged. I guess we all have our vices." I couldn't help but wonder how much he had actually told her.
"I told her that it makes me curious and that maybe we should all go sometime, just to see what it's really like. Since her and me have never been to one."
That answered my question. I glanced at Amy. She wasn't blushing anymore. Her eyes were pointed at the table, but she was looking somewhere very far away.
"Um. I guess that's the only way to know. Check it out for yourself." I was feeling very uncomfortable.
"Do people really... you know... right there?" I was surprised to hear Amy speak.She was still staring at the table. I decided that maybe downplaying things might be the best approach.
"Once in a while. I mean it's mostly couples who go a little further than we did as kids when we took a date to the movies. A few can get a little carried away."
"I could never do that."
John responded quickly, "No, of course not. And it's not like you'd have to do anything. I just think it would be interesting to see it for ourselves," he lied. What he wanted to see was his wife, naked in a dark porn theater, servicing strangers. And the more the merrier. At least that's what he had told me on several occasions.
"Well, John, Amy might not want to see that. It might be embarrassing for her." I figured this way she had a convenient escape, wouldn't feel like she was being pressured and she might even give him "permission" to go on his own."
"No," she said, never looking up. "I'd go. Once. Just to see." Then she looked at me. "Would you go with us?" she asked. She looked at John and said, "I mean, I think it would be smart to go with someone who knows what goes on there."
And so it was that we made a date to go to a porn theater. Originally, we were going to go to the Admiral in Chicago. It was big and clean and safe and felt like a real movie theater (back in the day). A few days later John called asking if we could go somewhere else, where we were more likely to see some action. He said Amy was genuinely curious and wanted to increase our odds of seeing something "good". So we opted for a small place on Hwy 20 near Gary, Indiana. It was an adult bookstore with a few booths in the back and a small viewing room on the side with about 30 seats.
There were 4 men in the room when we walked in. A few minutes later there were another 3 or 4. We sat on the last row on the right side. I was on the wall, she sat next to me, John was on the aisle. For the first few minutes Amy was nervous. She looked up every time another customer would enter or leave the theater. Eventually, she began to relax and started watching the movie. This was back before porn had made a complete shift from story-based movies to the quickie compilation videos that we are used to seeing now. I remember clearly that Seka was sucking John Holmes' impressive cock as Amy began to take notice. What she mostly noticed, of course, was the size of Holmes's schlong. It seemed to be working on Amy as well as it was working on Seka.
Eventually, she began to look around. Her first response was to look away from the men who were jerking off, but before long her curiosity took over. After a few sneak peaks, she began watching them outright.
"Enjoying the view?" I asked softly.
"I've never seen... that. I mean, other than John's."
You mean you've never seen a man touch himself, or you've never seen another.... you know," I was struggling for a word that wouldn't shock her.
"Only his. Ever."
Amy wasn't only a theater sex virgin, she was new to everything. As I was wondering how far she would go. She suddenly leaned over to John and stood up. I figured the evening was over. He motioned for me to stay and said that they would be right back. A couple minutes later he was back - alone - dropping into the seat next to me.
"Man, this is fucking great!" I wasn't sure what had him that excited, other than the simple fact that he got his wife to a porn theater. I asked if Amy was enjoying herself or if she wanted to leave.
"I think she loves it. She had to pee. Believe it or not, that's a good sign with her. I'm going to go get her. When she comes back, you should try something."
"Something? 'Something' can get your face scratched or your balls kicked."
"No, she's cool," he assured me. "We've talked about this and since she hasn't asked to leave, I know what she is hoping for next."
"Do you two have a plan?" If there was some fantasy scenario I wanted to know what it was.
"Not really. But she said that if she didn't freak out just by being in the place, she thought it would be hot if you would play with her."
Frankly, I wasn't sure if I should believe him. Husbands running on hormones and adrenaline are not necessarily trustworthy. In spite of that, when she came back and got comfortable, I moved my left hand to her thigh. I felt it stiffen beneath my hand, then relax as she slowly opened it toward me. It was only a couple of inches, but it was enough to let me know that she was not opposed to the attention.
While Amy was not the kind of woman who would demand a second look at the mall, she knew how to do the best with what she had. Her hair was cut fairly short and her dark brown curls framed her face nicely. She had come to the theater wearing a plaid pleated skirt and snug-fitting blouse. She wore no bra underneath. Other than that, she could have been on her way to teach at the local high school. The skirt fell to her knees, at least, so my first feel was nothing but polyester.
I found the moist tuft of her pubic hair, and when I reached the skin that it hid she jumped in her seat. That caught the eye of a couple of the guys, including John. Amy's legs were now completely uncovered, and her pantyless pussy would have been visible, too, if my hand hadn't been in the way.
For the sake of the show, I pulled her skirt down a bit, covering her pussy, then I turned her face toward me and kissed her. I was mildly surprised when she pushed her tongue into my mouth. As we kissed, I moved my hand to her chest, she wore no bra so after a preliminary squeeze it was a matter of seconds before a few of her buttons fell out of the way and I was playing with one of her exposed tits. Her nipples were hard and her breath was already deep when I slipped the first one into my mouth. I could hear the men around us moving.
Amy watched them as they stood in the aisle and filled the row ahead of us. Her nerves were calmer now. Her gaze went straight to the exposed cocks, watching them as they stroked. She then turned again to me, almost as though she were going to ask something, then she paused and went straight for my lap. I helped her release my dick and was rewarded immediately with the soft, warm wetness of her mouth. She gave better head than I expected, using long smooth strokes and a fair amount of suction.
John stood up. I thought he was trying to get a better view, but he actually stepped into the aisle, letting another guy take his place. Amy sensed the motion and turned around. When she saw the other man she sat up, taking his dick in one hand and mine in the other. Her new friend opened her blouse the rest of the way and both of us sucked her tits while she stroked us. She picked up the pace on his, causing him to erupt fairly quickly. She stopped another man from taking that aisle seat, preferring to fill it herself, giving her access to the four or five guys standing in the aisle.
I watched her as she jerked them off. She seemed fascinated by each one. Studying them carefully, as though she were trying to memorize the distinguishing characteristics of each. Occasionally, she would turn back to me, sucking my cock for a minute before turning her attention back to the others. It was a surreal scene. Until an hour ago, this woman had only ever had sex with her husband. Now here she was, a willing wife playing with strangers in an adult theater.
A few of the guys came on her tits. A couple asked for her mouth, but without success. At some point I noticed John in the aisle in front of us, perfectly happy to watch as his wife serviced stranger after stranger. Eventually, the group thinned and John stepped into the aisle, taking his wife by the hair and directing her mouth to his dick. She eagerly complied.
As she sucked, I worked my hand back into her lap, playing with her pussy. She was soaked. Even the chair that she sat in was wet. It took only seconds to bring her to an orgasm. After she came, she pulled her knees onto the seat, leaning against the back, giving me access from behind. I started to reach for a condom, but she stopped me, saying that she wanted to feel "me". I figured that her years of monogamy worked to my advantage in this case, so I slid in uncovered.
I could not believe how tight she was. John moved again, so that he could see my dick sliding in and out of his wife's pussy. She came quickly and loudly. I was glad that she did because I dumped my load far earlier than I wanted to. Frankly, my cock felt like it had been milked by her tight cunt.
She caught her breath and asked John to accompany her to the restroom so that she could compose herself. I put myself back together and waited, still processing our little scene. Five minutes later, as John was driving home, I sat in the back seat fingering fucking his wife to another series of orgasms. Amy may have been shy when we met, but I was fairly certain that this was not going to be our last experience together.
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