Rubenesque Blonde Makes Hubby Happy in Waverly, VA.

Not Vanessa, but you get the idea.

The painting to the right is called Venus at the Mirror. It was painted in 1615 by a cat named Peter Paul Rubens. I mention this only so that you will understand what I mean when I say she was "rubenesque", just like Venus on your right. Peter Paul preferred his women with curves. He would have loved Vanessa (named changed to protect the less-than-innocent).

I met Vanessa on a rainy night in Waverly, Virginia, about an hour from Richmond at the Waverly Book and Video store. It was storming like crazy as I arrived, and I nearly turned back, thinking that no couple would be coming out in this kind of weather. I'm glad I decided to stay.

I had been sitting in the theater with two other guys, listening to the rain pound on the roof as two black guys pounded a giggly blonde on the screen, for about a half an hour when Vanessa and her husband walked in. As I say she was "rubenesque," yet she carried it well. Somehow, her blonde hair seemed to have survived the deluge. The dark colored wrap dress she was wearing didn't fare as well. Even in the darkness of the theater you could see that it was clinging to her in ways that is was not intended to do. The dress revealed a fair amount of cleavage, and a good bit of her ample, yet shapely leg. She was comfortable on her high heels, which resulted in a nice curve in her nylon-covered calves.

Not Vanessa, but you get the idea.

They looked uncertain as they eyed up the theater, standing there for only a minute before slowly backing out into the store area. I waited long enough not to be stalking them, but not enough time to lose them. After all, I figured they probably weren't eager to go back out into the rain, and a girl didn't wear a dress like that to Waverly unless they had intentions.

When I exited the theater, I saw him in the store area, alone. The bathroom door was closed, so I figured she must have ducked in there. I took advantage of the opportunity to strike up a conversation with him. "Some weather, eh?" "Does it rain like this a lot here?" "No, I'm not from around here?" I find that last one is often helpful with newbie couples. In fact it was one of the first things he told her when she joined us.

After chatting a bit, and confirming that they were battling a bit of nerves and a concern about appropriate theater "protocol", I suggested that they might be more comfortable starting in a private room. I led them to the back, pointing out the video booths (and gloryholes) as we passed them. She giggled nervously. We entered a private room and the three of us stood awkwardly for a moment. I suggested she sit down, but for the moment she seemed to be glued to his arm. I moved away from the small couch so that they could sit together and not feel threatened by my presence. In fact, I offered to step outside.

They shot a quick look at each other, as though they were looking for some hidden signal, and then he spoke. "No. No need to leave. In fact, um... we'd like to get... uh... a little better acquainted." She smiled nervously, then looked at her shoes.

"I'd like that, if you would. What do you have in mind?"

"We're really new at this," she said. We aren't even sure what to do."

We chatted for a minute about Lifestyle 101. No means no. She was in charge. They shouldn't violate any boundaries that they had established before coming in. And then I asked what they were hoping for. What kinds of fantasies they had talked about. Again, she looked at her shoes.

He cleared his throat. "I think I'd like to watch her with someone." My dick twitched.

"And you?" I asked her.

"I think I'd like that."

"Let me know if you change your mind," I said as I stepped toward her. As I did, he stepped back, moving against the wall with the TV screens. I wrapped my arms around her and gently kissed her neck. I could feel her sigh.

I directed her back to the couch, sitting next to her. As I did, I released the knot on her dress, letting it fall open. She looked directly at him, completely exposed. She wore no underwear, other than black thigh high stockings.. All there was beneath the slinky fabric were her beautiful curves. She had impressive tits. Firm and full. Her pussy was nearly completely shaved. I leaned in and took her tit into my mouth. I felt her shudder as her nipple hardened. My left hand dropped to her lap and she immediately opened her legs.

I was surprised to see how wet she was already. I shouldn't have been. Her breathing was becoming rapidly deeper. This woman was aroused! I looked up long enough to see that her husband was now stroking his cock, and she didn't seem to be able to take her eyes off of him. I slipped a finger between her lips and brushed her swollen clit. Again, she shuddered, gasping audibly. She adjusted herself so that he could see exactly what I was doing. Her thighs were spread as far as they possibly could be, allowing me to easily work two fingers into her snatch. I sat up straight, pulling her dress wide open.

I began to encourage her, whispering in her ear. It was obvious that she was not only enjoying my touch, but her exhibitionism was turning her on as well. I directed her own hand to her cunt.

"I want to watch you," I told her. I stood up next to her husband, releasing my erection. Her eyes darted from dick to dick as she masturbated furiously, as she came, I reached back and opened the door a few inches, keeping my hand on the handle. As I suspected, three guys were elbowing each other madly trying to get a look. A few seconds later I closed it again, taking my seat back on the couch.

She reached for my cock, stroking it at first. Then, after getting the nod from hubby, she bent over and took me into her mouth. As she sucked, hubby surprised me by opening the door again. Wider this time. So wide, in fact, that other guys tried coming in. He wisely backed them out and locked the door. I noticed that Vanessa never stopped sucking. In fact, her mouth got wetter with her enlarged audience.

I suggested that perhaps we move to the theater so that she could give a proper show. Again, she took a quick look toward her husband who was already putting his cock back into his pants, ready to leave the room, eager to see his wife exposed. As she pulled her dress around her, I asked him again about any limits they might have. He assured me that he was willing to go as far as she was and asked me to take her to the theater so that he could simply stand back and watch. With that settled, I offered her my arm and let her out of the room.

Needless to say, the crowd followed us - at a respectful distance - to the theater. The only row that was open when we got there was the first, so we took it. The gallery took up positions around us, still maintaining a reasonable viewing distance, hubby included. She wasted no time, unwrapping that dress again as soon as we were seated. Thy boys quietly expressed their appreciation for her full, voluptuous figure and I again went to work on her tits. She had other ideas, however, reaching for my lap and pulling my cock free.

As she sucked me, she made sure that the guys got a good view. Eventually, I was on the extreme left end of the couch with her head in my lap. She was extended along the couch, lying, more or less on her left side, providing a full frontal view to the men gathered in front of the screen. Her right foot was pulled up toward her left knee, opening her pussy and giving me access to that wet slit. She shuddered from time to time as I hit the right spot. At some point, one of the guys behind us began touching that right leg. She did nothing to stop him. He slowly worked his hand lower until it was finally brushing mine, teasing her pussy.

I shot a quick look to hubby who seemed completely lost in his thoughts, as he focused on the action, stroking his dick while strangers fondled his wife in a public porn theater. Soon, a second hand appeared from behind, this one taking advantage of the open opportunity to play with one of those big, full tits. That seemed to be a cue to the others. They stepped forward almost in unison, closing the circle around our couch. As they did, she moved to her knees, improving her angle for the blow job she was giving me and, consequently, sticking her full ass up into the air. The boys immediately gave it the attention she apparently wanted. One of them began finger fucking her and soon we were rewarded with the sweet moaning of her first orgasm.

As she came, she pulled her head off my cock and noticed all of the other unsheathed dicks around her. She reached for one and then another, stroking them in turn. She tentatively kissed one, then resumed her work on my dick. She continued like that for about 10 minutes, sampling, teasing, stroking and generally enjoying her place in the center of our attention. Eventually, she grew tired in her position and sat up. I stood in front of her and began to slowly fuck her mouth. Her hands reached out for other cocks and soon she had one in each hand. For a time, she rotated between the three of us, sucking in one in turn.

At a point, she noticed a large black cock over her left shoulder. This guy was the embodiment of the stereotype. His was the biggest tool in the room, and he wasn't even hard yet. Vanessa again looked at her hubby for either permission or encouragement (she never seemed to loose track of where he was in the small crowd). Although I saw no signal in his eyes, she must have seen what she was looking for, because she spun around on the couch, her ass now bumping my erection as she started to wrap her mouth around the black dick. I stroked my own tool on her soft ass, as did others. At a point, I felt a tap on my shoulder. It was hubby, offering me a condom.

May I pause here and say that there are two nearly indescribable joys in life. The first is the feeling of your woman's hand on your cock as she guides you into another woman's pussy, especially if she has just spent the last half hour or so licking that snatch, getting it ready for your dick. Could a man possibly feel any more dominant than to have his woman preparing his next "conquest"and then assisting him in taking it? The second is that sensation of having a man say, "Here, fuck my wife."

Not being one to turn down an invitation, I suited up and worked into her surprisingly tight slit. Her pussy was hot, and soaked. She turned only for a second to see who was banging her then went back to work on that black dick. I grabbed her broad hips and pounded. She pushed back toward me with urgency. This wasn't the time for soft and tender. It was hard and fast and sweaty. Her moans increased even though they were stifled by the size of the black dick in her mouth. At a point, he found the same rhythm and we rocked her back and forth between us. I wanted to stay there all night, but porn theater sex is generally abbreviated, so I filled my condom and backed away. As I did, hubby elbowed into my place preventing anyone else from taking it.

Sucking black cock in the porn theater

She returned to the couch, inviting her black friend to join her. We watched as she sucked him to completion, taking his load on those big tits. She sat up, laughed, and pulled her dress back around her. As they got up, she kissed me sweetly on the cheek and thanked me. I assured her that I was the grateful one and then watched as they left the theater.

I never got their number. It's probably just as well, since I am rarely in that part of the country, but I was lucky enough to be there for an unforgettable moment with them. I'm glad the rain didn't chase me away.