Hotwife Makes a Morning Visit to Annabelles

With one notable exception, Annabelle's has been a complete bust for me over the last couple of years. I have seen couples there. Lots of them. Some nights more than I can count. But none of them ever do anything to speak of. Occasionally, they'll find a guy or two and head to a private room. One night I heard a lady in the room chatting with her man and (mostly) some guy they had just picked up. She talked for better than two hours. She wasn't trying to turn him on. The conversation wasn't even sexual, except for the few times when she mentioned a theater or gloryhole that they have visited. Even that was in passing. It was mostly two hours of her talking about where they have lived, what states she likes, why Florida is better than North Carolina and a few health related things that I cannot share without violating the HIPAA rules.

That's not all I've seen/heard in the private rooms, of course, but that gives you an idea of the general vibe that I have encountered there. Other times, I have seen couples amble between the theaters and the booths, with some small chance of a guy getting a peek or a blowjob through the gloryhole. Occasionally, I have seen some lap massages - fully clothed - that never seem to go anywhere. Mostly, in recent months, I have seen the door to the "couples theater" close as soon as three or four couples arrive. As much as I would like to tell you otherwise, there are very few "sure things" when it comes to women in porn theaters.

So I'm not even sure why I went in yesterday morning. I'd like to think that it was a hunch, or more smutty senses, or some mystic message from the universe that sent me there. But, honestly, I felt no such unexplainable urge. I was just close, and had some time available at about the worse time of the day. So I pulled in and dropped my money on the counter, already cursing myself for wasting perfectly good cash on a wild goose chase that would yield no results. Obviously, I was wrong, or there would be little point in me writing this.

I arrived around 10:30 and had been sitting, completely alone, in the theater for about 20 minutes when the door opened for the first time. It was a couple. I was surprised, pleased, and irritated all at the same time. I shouldn't have been surprised, I guess. After all, that's why I came and what I had been hoping for. I was pleased to see a guy bringing his wife to the porn theater, of course, because I was hopeful that something might happen, and irritated at myself for my rush of unwarranted optimism.

If you don't know Annabelle's in Winston Salem, NC. I'll give you the rundown. Like most places these days, there's a big retail area out front. For $10 you get access to 3 theaters and the arcade. They even give you a few coupons to get you started in the booths. Two of the theaters are side by side, separated only by a door. You actually walk through one theater to get to the next. In recent months, that protected theater has been deemed the couples theater, but if there are no couples, or if those that are there don't complain, guys can use that theater as well. Management reserves the right to shoo out the singles, and close the door giving couples their privacy. The first Saturday night of the month, only couples are allowed in either theater. Between the dual theater and the arcades is an "alternative" theater. I have seen both straight and gay movies in there at various times.

Yesterday morning, I was seated in that couples theater, on a couch on the side wall that gave me a view through the doorway and out to the entrance to the theaters. As the couple walked in, they came through the first theater, into the room where I was seated, they walked directly toward me, then took a seat in the couch that is on the back wall, hidden from the entry way by a private room. That put them about 20 feet from me, slightly  to my right. Since I was the only guy there, and since they had to see me, I greeted them with a simple "good morning". They both smiled and said hello. A positive sign.

They were 40-ish. He looked fit and was wearing shorts and a golf shirt. She looked good in a sexy mom kind of a way. Maybe 5'6", short brown hair, she was lean and had the posture of a dancer or some sort of athlete. She, too, wore shorts which showed off her toned legs nicely. Her top was sleeveless and buttoned down the front. They settled into the couch, cuddling together to watch the movie.

They did nothing for the next 10 minutes or so. Another guy wandered in, noticed them, stayed a minute and walked back out. A few minutes later another, older, gentleman came in and took a seat on the couch to my left, which afforded him a nice view of the couple. Not long after that, they began to exchange soft kisses and some light touching began. At some point, the wanderer showed up again, checked out the couple (who had stopped playing the instant they heard the door), and wandered back out. That generated a quiet response about his odd behavior. Soon afterwards, a younger guy came in and, seeing the couple, opted to take the couch that was more or less in front of them, though separated by a good distance.

After he settled in for a couple of minutes, I noticed the couple beginning to grope at each other again. Almost on cue, the wanderer showed up. Again, he came within 12 feet of the couple (who had stopped once again), and then left the room. It was clear that he was bothering them and for a brief second, I thought they might be leaving; but the older gentleman to my left suggested that, if they liked, we could close the door between the two theaters. After a brief consultation between the two of them, they agreed.

Once the door was closed, he said, "We like to play a little, but we want to be careful."

We assured him that we understood and that we were just there to enjoy whatever it was that they enjoyed. They passed a knowing glance between them and she stood up. She smiled at all three of us, and then began to remove her blouse. The younger guy started to stand to turn for a better view.

"Uh uh," she said. "Just stay right where you are. You'll get to see plenty. And I'd like to see y'all, too." Instantly, three dicks appeared.

She wore no bra. Her tits were small, capped with those nipples that look so much like pencil erasers but taste so much better. She touched them, pulling on her nipples as she continued to smile at us. Then with one quick move, her shorts were gone. Her ass was firm and high. Her slit was shaved bare. She ran a finger down it, shuddering slightly, then walked toward the older gentleman.

"Do you mind if I taste you?" she asked, politely. He didn't mind. She squatted in front of him, giving both hubby and me and great view of her oral talents. Minutes later she was curled up on my couch, sucking my cock as hubby and the others watched. About the time I was fully erect and wondering how far she would be taking things, she left me to make her way toward the younger man. Now she had him stand so that her husband could see her sucking his long, black shaft from his seat on the couch.

She had the black guy sit, then went back to hubby to kiss him.

"Having fun?" she asked? He nodded silently.

She dug into her purse. "Ready for some more?" Again, he could only nod.

As she turned back to the three of us, she smiled again as she walked away from her husband. She held a condom in front of the black guy. "Do you mind?"

What a ridiculous question. He did not mind. Nor did I. Nor did the older guy. Having given a rubber to the younger black man and to me, she continued walking to our older friend, opening the wrapper on the third condom as she did. Again, she squatted in front of him, blowing him for a few minutes to bring his erection back, then slipping the covering over his head. She then straddled him, lowering herself on top of him, sliding down his prick.

"Don't cum. At least not yet. Just tell me when and I'll get off." He laid his head back enjoying the sensation of this lean, younger woman milking his dick as the rest of us watched. Suddenly his head popped up and his eyes opened wide. She sprung to her feet. "Not yet!" she scolded him playfully.

By the time she stepped over to me, I was sheathed and ready. She pulled me to my feet, lying down on the sofa with her legs spread wide.

Hotwife in a porn theater. See more.

"Fuck me," She demanded softly. "But don't cum. I want that later." Her cunt was tight and warm and slick. She surprised me by kissing me deeply as I pistoned in and out of her slit. She came once under me, and was on her way to another when I felt the pressure rising. I pulled out and slid down, placing my mouth on her clit. She pulled my head and ground her crotch into my face with her second climax, then it was off to her third conquest. She led him around behind the sofa, then bent over that back of it, giving him access to her pussy from the rear. By the time he was pumping furiously, hubby had left his couch and stepped closer for a better view of his wife getting nailed by a long black cock in a porn theater.

Before the youngest member of our gang bang team finished, she pushed him away and walked around the front of that couch, calling us all over. Condoms were removed and she sucked all three of us as we huddled in front of her, until we finally splashed her tits. She seemed to have a fairly good sense of how to keep us all at edge of control, until all three of us were ready to cum. Our orgasms weren't simultaneous, but they were close. Somewhere during that, I am pretty sure I heard someone knocking on the door.

After we came, she smiled again, thanking us. "That was fun! Wasn't it?" she asked her husband. It was only then that I fully realized that he had done nothing since she started. He hadn't even taken his dick out. Yet, he agreed that it had been fun. 5 minutes later, her clothes were back on and they were gone.

The black guy left, too. The older gentleman and I returned to our original seats, basking in the satisfaction of our new memory. When the door swung open again, it was the wanderer. I watched him cross the first theater, then walk through ours, toward the couch where the couple had been. Seeing their empty seats, he asked, "Did they leave?"

Yep.

"Damn! Did they do anything?"

Yep.

"Fuck! I didn't think she was gonna play. I came in here like twice and she never even looked at me. Then I stood there knocking on the door, and nobody opened it. So I figured they weren't gonna do anything."

Dude. I hear ya. I didn't figure anybody was gonna anything either. But we should both think of this an opportunity to learn something. I will continue to go back to Annabelle's and every other porn theater that I know about, in spite of the fact that many times I will see nothing but empty frustration, keeping hope alive. And you... Well. You just need to get a clue.