Watching Wife Swappers in a Porn Theater

I spent a couple of the summers of my youth in South Carolina. I can't tell you much about Hilton Head or Plantations or the history of the state, because I spent almost all of my days there working under the hot sun on my grandfather's farm, and all of my evenings in three porn theaters (including one drive-in theater) that were fairly nearby. It was an education on many levels. It was there that I learned that more than one "conservative" husband enjoyed seeing their wives fucking in porn theaters. And it was there that I saw my first set of "wife-swappers," as they were still known back in the 70's.

The theater was called "The Flick" and it was located in Greenville. From the outside, it looked like a converted convenience store. Inside, it was clean and housed a fairly decent theater - wider than it was deep - with a real projector and theater seats. I went there with some frequency, just for the porn. After all, I was a young man with natural urges. I was too young for the bar, and the only other possibility for meeting girls was at my grandparents church. I didn't see that as a viable option. The internet didn't exist, and the letters V, H and S still had no meaning. Hardcore porn was limited to theaters and sleazy bookstores, so I spent time in both.

Over the course of my early visits I had been lucky enough to watch a few couples at The Flick. Most just played together, letting the rest of us watch. One chubby mom was more "accommodating".  Again, I was happy just to watch. So that particular night, the sound of high heels coming through the door wasn't a complete surprise. The sounds of two pairs of heels, however, turned all of our heads.

I was seated in the left section of the theater, about half-way back, midway down the row, trying to stay inconspicuous. As fate would have it, they slid into the row directly behind me, filling the first four seats. As I looked at the screen, I could see them - sort of - out of my peripheral vision. With only a slight move of my head, I could see all four of them. Again, I tried to be inconspicuous, but I couldn't help but wonder about two couples who would come into a porn theater together.

Little is more exciting than two women
together in a porn theater

As much as it seems like the dark ages now, you have to bear in mind that the 70's were a far different world than the one we live in today. Even though Archie Bunker was forcing us to become honest with ourselves, it was still a "Brady Bunch" society. Mainstream America still believed that sex was a woman's duty, and outside of marriage her duty was to say no. We all knew that was a sham, of course, but polite society demanded the ruse. So here were two women (in South Carolina, no less!), admitting to one another that they liked sex, and were willing to watch strangers fucking on a movie screen in the presence of a roomful of horny men.

They were probably mid-30's. The guy on the far end had wavy brown hair and what we would now call a "porn 'stache". Think Harry Reems. His wife (complete with wedding ring) was blonde, tall and blessed by nature. She wore her hair long and straight, parted down the middle (not unlike Marsha Brady). She wore a black and white striped tube top and a long white skirt. Her whole look gave her a slight hippie vibe. Sitting next to "Marsha", the other wife wasn't quite as tall or as blonde or as blessed, but she was not unattractive. Her hair was long, but wavier. She wore a patterned dress that rose all the way to her ass when she sat down. It was hard not to stare at her long legs in darkened theater. Her leggy, petite frame reminded me of Goldie Hawn. Her man was tall, slim and had hair nearly as long as hers. Probably a holdover from his youth.

They watched the movie for a while, each couple cuddling together. Nothing happened in a hurry. In fact, I was convinced that nothing was going to happen at all. Frankly, I had been convinced of that since they walked in. After all, what woman would allow her friend to see her doing anything like... THAT? Eventually, though, the couples began to kiss. At first it was almost innocent. A hushed comment between scenes accompanied by a peck. Then it was more. Soon, they were more focused on one another than the movie. Their hands began to roam. Nothing was exposed. Nothing was "inappropriate", just two couples enjoying their own little make out party in a public theater.

At a point, "Marsha" leaned over to "Goldie" and whispered something, who in turn relayed the message to her husband. The two ladies stood and stepped over Harry into the aisle, heading back up to the lobby. There's nothing surprising about a group visit to the ladies room. What was surprising was that when the returned, they swapped seats. Goldie was now next to Harry and Marsha was cuddling up next to Goldie's hubby. It took little time for the make out session to begin again, but with other partners. This change alerted the other patrons in the theater who, up to this point, had kept a distance from the foursome. Now there was a little seat-shifting beginning to occur. Most guys were subtle, heading out to the lobby for a minute, then returning to a new seat for a better vantage point.

I was close enough to hear Marsha and her new partner as they talked. Most of the comments were about the movie. "Yeah, you like that? I'd bet you would like to try." "Yours are better than hers." I didn't answer, of course, but yeah, I liked that, I'd love to try, and I was hoping to see if he was right in his comparison. It didn't take long. As they kissed, their hands roamed freely and he spent a lot of time on her large breasts. He seemed to be teasing her - and the rest of the room - with the amount of time that he took pulling down that top. We saw more and more cleavage until finally her big pink nipples popped into view. Meanwhile, Harry had unbuttoned Goldie's dress enough to get his hands inside to feel her tits.

Somewhere about that time I noticed that more guys had moved. My row was beginning to fill. I quickly slid over a seat, putting me directly in front of my new long-haired friend. Marsha just smiled at my youthful enthusiasm and returned to kissing and feeling. By now her hand was in his lap, stroking him through his pants. He responded by sliding his hand up her thighs. She opened her legs to welcome him, and to reveal the fact that she had no panties. Though it was fairly dark, I can confirm that the carpet matched the drapes. Yes, there was a lot of carpet. It was the 70's after all.

Marsha slid low in her chair, throwing her left leg across his lap and bumping Goldie with her right. Goldie turned to see her husband working on another woman's pussy. Then - a sight that has burned itself into an unforgettable image in the photo gallery of my brain - she leaned over and kissed Marsha. It was deep, and hard, and soft,  and sensuous all at the same time. I thought I was going to lose my load right there in my pants. This was so early in porn experience that I was still wrapping my head around the lesbian activity I had seen on the screen. Now, to see it happening three feet from me was almost overwhelming. She then turned back to Harry, spreading her legs in the same way: her right leg across his lap, her left somehow wrapped with Marsha's. They held hands as the other woman's husbands fingered them to a climax.

The women then readjusted themselves in their seats, and then turned to kiss one another again. Marsha reached down and fingered Goldie's trimmed pussy, then licked the juice from her fingers as Goldie leaned over to suck one of those large breasts. Marsha was again stroking Goldie's husband through his pants, and soon he was tugging at his belt, releasing his stiff prick into the cool air of the theater. Marsha wasted no time going down on him. I had a perfect view, as she actually pulled her long blonde hair behind her ear to make sure that those in my row could see what she was doing. She took her time, beginning with her tongue before finally slipping the tip between her pink lips. Eventually, he was fully erect and she moved with long, slow, deep strokes to the base of dick and back up again. By now her tube top was around her waist, as was her short skirt. The sight of a naked blonde, giving head in full view of a dozen strangers was almost more than I could take.

But at that point, the view got better. Goldie, who had blowing Harry at the same time, spun around in her seat to watch her husband getting a blow job from another wife. As she watched, her hand dropped to Marsha's lap, and she began to finger that soft blonde snatch. Moments later, she was on the floor, in front of her friend, licking her pussy. Soon she was so aroused she had to stop sucking cock. She sat up straight in her seat, letting her petite friend have better access to her slit. As she did, Harry moved over so that he could touch and kiss his wife while she was being eaten out. Marsha reached for him, and began a slow rhythm on both of the men's dicks.

The orgasm that filled her minutes later didn't satisfy her. "Baby, that was great, but I need a dick!"

It occurred to me that there were several at her disposal, but I figured (correctly) that her request was a bit more limited. Long Hair took his wife's place, while she climbed up into Harry's lap. He pulled Marsha's legs high and wide, and eased his dick into her wet pussy. We could nearly hear him splashing his way in. Goldie, not to be left out, spread her legs and lowered herself onto Harry's shaft, facing us. She smiled coyly as she bounced up and down on his dick. Within moments, the sounds of pleasure rising from these two beautiful girls was drowning out the movie. Not that anyone cared.

As Harry and Goldie banged, he moved her into a more upright position, allowing him to stand. He bent her over the seat in front of them, and for a while she actually hung suspended there, allowing him easier access. Soon, Marsha and Long Hair were in the same position, immediately in front of me. A couple of guys reached in for a tit squeeze, and the girls didn't seem to mind, but interaction was very limited. The guys alternated for a bit, first banging their own wives, then swapping again. Of course, in the mid-70's the concerns for STDs were different than they are today, so they happily fucked, not concerned about bodily fluids, latex, or anything other than their own sensual pleasure.

Harry came first, dumping his load into Goldie. The girls then turned their attention to Long Hair, who sat like a king on his throne with both women pleasuring him orally at the same time. I believe it was Marsha who was rewarded with most of his jizz. Though the girls kissed for several minutes afterwards, so I suspect they both shared.

That day marked a lot of firsts for me. It was the first time I had been close enough to touch. (I can still remember exactly what both of their tits felt like.) It was the first time that I had seen girl-girl play in person. It was my first encounter with "swingers". And it was the first time I left the porn theater with very sticky underwear.

I walked out into the muggy South Carolina night determined that - with the possible exception of that last bit - it wouldn't be my last.