A First Date at the Art Theater in Hartford, CT

For some time I have been hearing about the Art Theater in Hartford. The reviews have been effusive with praise. I figure that any place that can make Dr. Emilio Lizardo fly half-way across the country must be worth checking out, so I did. I was not disappointed. It took me back to my earliest days of prowling adult theaters, when the majority of them were renovated (or not so renovated) movie houses from days gone by.

This is a real theater. Lobby, popcorn machine, balcony, big screen. A theater. A building originally designed to show movies in a comfortable environment. Management has pretty much restored it to its Art Deco glory. It is clean, well run and very couple-friendly.

I had the pleasure of accompanying Denise to the Art.  I met her through Ashley Madison (which has been one of my better “fishin’ holes” of late) and after chatting long-distance she agreed to join me on the night that I visited Hartford for the express purpose of checking out the Art. We had a “getting to know you” meal and a drink before making our way to the theater. It was her first experience with adult entertainment in a public setting so I was hoping that everything that I had read about the place was accurate. She was more than a little nervous about her first time, I was fairly certain that it wouldn’t have taken much to cause her to recant her decision and disappear into the Connecticut night. After a warm and professional welcome from the management, and a brief overview of the operation, we entered the theater and made our way directly to the couples-only balcony.

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I directed Denise to a seat in the semi-darkness and we began to take in the movie. For those who want to know, it was one of those features with a story that seems to be so rare these days. I know that it screams “Old Fart” to open this discussion, but when one cuts his porn teeth on the likes of Gloria Leonard, Marilyn Chambers, Annette Haven, Georgina Spelvin and Kay Parker, it is hard not to wax nostalgic. Anyway, the film selection just added to the night, as far as I was concerned.

There were three other couples in the balcony when we arrived. I resisted the temptation to openly stare, so as not to convince my date that she was being escorted by a complete pervert. Besides, it didn’t look like they were up to that much anyway. About 10-15 minutes after we arrived, another couple entered the balcony and sat in the row in front of us. Down on the main floor, we could see single guys moving to and from the front of the theater to see if they could catch a peek of some couple activity up in the dark recesses of the balcony. Frankly, unless a couple was trying very hard to show them something, I don’t think they could have seen much.

If they could, they would have seen the lady in front of us going down on her man. She would blow him for a bit, then sit up and watch the movie. They cuddled, not unlike teenagers, with him feeling up her breasts, and even opening her blouse, which provided me with a fair flash from time to time. After a bit, it was obvious that Denise was becoming more interested in them than in the movie. That was a good sign. Although we had been toying with one another a bit, I stepped up my approach, sliding my hand under her long skirt and working my way up her thigh. She responded by opening her legs wider and reaching into my lap.

We kissed for a while, allowing our hands to roam and explore the unknown territory of one another’s body. She wore no panties (per my request) and so fingering her to soft orgasm was not that difficult. When she composed herself, pulling her face out of my shoulder, we saw that the couple in front of us had turned to see what was happening. Denise signaled her embarrassment with soft laughter and a comment about not being “that kind of a girl,” which allowed us to strike up a conversation with them. Turns out, they were first timers to the theater, too. Before long, we were in the same row as M and L, M on the extreme left, L to his right, then Denise, then me.

We chatted casually for a bit. They have been married for years, have played around the edges of the lifestyle for a while and live about an hour from Hartford. Tonight they finally decided to take the plunge. He knew of the place from his “research” on the internet. I directed the conversation toward experiences and fantasies, mostly engaging the women. As they talked, they became less guarded, more open and more explicit. They giggled as they shared their “secrets” at first, but with time the mood become more erotic. Denise watched as L sucked M. Then they watched as Denise took me into her mouth – her first real experience with voyeurism and exhibitionism.

That wasn’t her only first. As she sucked my cock, I played with her tits, watching L as she stroked herself and massaged her own breasts as she watched us. Soon her hands made their way to Denise’s back, caressing her softly. Eventually, she worked her hands lower, rubbing Denise’s ass and eventually working toward her breasts. Denise sat up. She looked incredible. In the soft light from the screen I could see her eyes were beginning to glaze with anticipation. Without a word, L kissed her. Soft and sensuous, probing, her hands roaming and exploring every curve of Denise’s upper body. Soon Denise’s hands were reaching for L, taking her ample tits into her hands.

M and I watched as they embraced, pressing their naked breasts together, kissing one another with more passion now. L escaped Denise’s grasp and tried to slide to the floor. Space in that area is at a premium so we moved toward the aisle. For the next 15 minutes M and I watched as his wife went down on Denise, then spread her legs to enjoy the feeling of a woman eating her out for the first time. By now M was standing in the aisle, allowing the women to get as comfortable as possible in the confines of those seats. I had suggested that they just lie on the aisle steps, but they were too timid for that, preferring to contort themselves in some sort of erotic, lesbian pilates routine.

Eventually, they had to sit up. L wound up on the aisle seat, less than an arm’s length from her husband. She reached for his dick and pulled him close, taking him into her mouth. Now the boys on the main floor could – perhaps – see something, even if it was just the silhouette of this horny woman giving head. Within a minute she was pulling M even closer, now directing him toward Denise. My view wasn’t the best, being behind the ladies, but the look on M’s face told me that they were doing a fine job of working his dick together. After a bit, they turned their attention to me, taking turns; one bobbing up and down on my shaft while the other licked my balls.

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Soon, M and I were side by side, his wife on her knees in front of me, sucking my cock while Denise blew him. We erupted at about the same time, coating the ladies’ tits with the reward of their efforts. Denise and L exchanged numbers and they are making plans to see one another again. Alas, I am too far from Hartford to become a regular part of that arrangement. We left the theater happy and satisfied. Well, almost satisfied. Denise was kind enough to join me in my hotel room where we both achieved complete satisfaction.

Or maybe not. As we were in bed in a post-coital daze, Denise asked, “I wonder what it would be like to sit on the main floor, in the middle of all those guys. Sounds like somebody may already be making plans to return. If she does, and if she goes to the main floor, I have only one thing to say to the men of Harford. You’re welcome!