Fun Couple in Music City

For those who remember Nashville's "lower Broadway" of the 80's, all the spit and polish of the upgrades the politicians demanded in that part of the city still can't quite wash away the memory of what was. A few of the "honky-tonks" that bring in millions of tourists a year also remember when their neighbors were porn shops, peep booths and live shows behind smudged plexiglass.

In those days lower Broadway is what Printers Alley pretended to be. In that famous alley you could pay too much to watch a few good-looking strippers peel out of the expensive costumes, bumping and grinding in their g-strings. Or you could go a few blocks over and drop a few bucks to watch a girl a finger herself in a dark booth, or play with another girl, or even tickle your pickle through a well-placed hole in the glass. A block to the other side stood an old-style theater, converted to a porn house which played the latest feature in porn's golden age.

As the transition began from film to video, a new little gem opened just off Broadway. Taking advantage of the move to video tape, this place offered tiny viewing rooms where you could watch the flick of your choice. Notebooks at the front counter held the covers of the inventory, and you paged through till you found something that caught your eye. For 5 bucks or so you were directed to your own viewing space - something about the size of a closet with two theater chairs and a television set. It wasn't a bad arrangement in those pre-VHS porn rental days.

I had visited the place on a few occasions. In fact, I remember watching my first porn shot on video here. It was a European production called "Pleasure So Deep" with Barbara Moose and Dominque St. Clair. Fetching women indeed, but I digress.

On my 3rd or 4th visit I was startled by a knock at my door just a minute or two after the film began. Figuring it was the management, I opened the door to see a petite brunette in tight jeans and a t-shirt asking if I wanted any company. Frankly, I was startled, and a little confused at the notion. I had spent a fortune in quarters by that point in my life in dozens of peep booths in a number of states, but I had never been asked about sharing the room. I politely declined. It took a bit for me to fully absorb the nature of the offer. She was a working girl, no doubt. I wondered if she worked for the business, or if she just slipped a tip to the guy at the counter so that she could "freelance" in friendly territory. Whatever it was, it wasn't going to include me that night.

I was surprised again on my very next visit. I walked in to find a couple perusing those notebooks. Late 30's, nicely dressed and a little nervous. Their heads spun around, as though they were afraid that they had been caught, when I walked into the room. When they realized that they didn't know me and that I meant them no harm they went back to the notebook. I picked up another book, chose my video and waited for them to be directed to their room so that I could pay for my choice. I noticed that she glanced back my way a time or two, but I simply contributed that to her nerves.

She was pretty in a Mom sort of way. At least that's how I viewed her at the time, being a much younger man. She had shoulder length blonde hair and carried herself well. She could have been the mom from the Brady Bunch or the one from right down your block. I was struck by the irony of seeing such a lady in that "kind of place", and couldn't help but wonder what they might get up to behind the locked door of their viewing room.

After making my choice and paying for the privilege of watching it, I was settling in to an hour and 15 minutes or so of early 80's porn. Somewhere around the time the first hardcore scene ended, there was another knock at my door. I expected to see the girl that I saw last time, or another one like her, but that wasn't the case. It was the husband of the couple that I saw earlier. He nervously looked over his shoulder and asked if he could talk to me for a minute.

"In private. Just talking. I know it's a little weird, but I just need a minute." Again, he glanced over his shoulder, looking toward the front to see if he was being observed. It was his nervousness that made me think he was probably safe. That, and the fact that I had about 4 inches on him (in height, that is. I still don't know about the rest.)

When the door was closed, he began talking rapidly and quietly. I even had to turn down the sound on the TV to understand him. The gist of it was that his wife was a bit of an exhibitionist and they thought this would be a safe place to play. They were expecting more of a small theater setup, so this place wasn't ideal, but she had suggested that a more private show "for the clean cut guy" might be an adequate means of scratching her particular itch.

"I know it's weird," he said again, "but if you're up for it, it might be fun."

I could feel myself getting "up for it" as I envisioned his blonde wife in a private show.

"No sex," he warned, "No touching. And she won't touch you. She just wants you to see her."

I nodded. I wanted to see her, too.

"I mean, I'd be fine if you touched her tits or whatever, but she's not into that. So watching is cool."

I got harder as I thought about her "whatever", agreeing to his rules of conduct.

He opened the door and we walked out of the small space. I found myself looking toward the front of the store, just as he had done earlier, as we quietly made our way across the open space toward their viewing room. He opened the door and motioned for me to go in.

She almost seemed startled when I appeared. She seemed to relax when her husband stepped in behind me. He indicated that I was to take the seat next to his wife, and she smiled nervously as I sat down. I introduced myself and she told me that it was nice to meet me, without ever sharing her name. Hubby moved to the wall next to me, allowing his wife to return her attention to the movie. There was an awkward silence for the next several minutes. She watched the movie, I watched her, and he watched me watching her.

Truthfully, there was very little to see at that moment. She was still completely buttoned up, seated politely with her hands on her lap, her full attention on the action on the screen. Suddenly, she turned toward me again.

"I've never done... anything like this. At all." She looked from me to her husband for encouragement.

I assured her I hadn't either and was honored that she had picked me to participate in her fantasy.

"I don't want to do anything. I mean, I'm not gonna... um... you know."

"Yeah, your husband said that. That's cool. I like to watch."

The last phrase seem to make her relax. She even smiled a little.

"Really? Just watch? You're OK with that."

"Yeah. I mean, I guess that's why I come to places like this, right?"

She thought about that for a minute. "But, when you come to places like this, you don't just watch, do you? I mean, don't most guys... you know..." Again, she looked toward her husband. We both assured her that most guys did... you know.

"Well, that would be OK, if you wanted to. I'm not going to touch it, but you can. If you want."

With that, she turned back to the movie. With the ground rules established, she began to relax and get into the scene in front of her. I figured that my best play was to simply let things unfold as "naturally" as possible, so I turned my attention to the movie, too. I remember that it featured Jessie St. James. I remember that because it occurred to me that she looked good bit like my new friend.

My dick was already hard as I contemplated what might be about to unfold. Knowing that the wife had told me that it "would be OK, if I wanted to", I began to rub it through my pants. She noticed immediately.I looked up and caught her eyes for a second as she raised them from my crotch. She instantly turned her attention back to the small television.

As she watched, I was able to see her visibly relaxing, becoming more comfortable in her chair. Within a few minutes she seemed to be getting into the scene. Jessie and a brunette were sharing two cocks. My new friend liked what she was seeing. I watched as she slowly raised her hand to her chest, gently rubbing her breast through the fabric of her blouse. She glanced to see if I was watching. I was.

She pulled at the top buttons of her blouse, exposing a hint of her cleavage.  Soon all of the buttons were opened, revealing a red lace bra that I would have never expected her to be wearing when I first saw her only a few minutes before. She looked up her husband, as though she needed some unspoken permission or encouragement, before sliding her manicured fingers under the fabric of her bra. I moved in my seat, trying to adjust the fabric in my pants to allow more room for my rapidly growing cock. It seemed to startle her at first, but when she saw my hand trying to tug the crease in my pants away from the outline of my dick, she smiled.

She leaned forward to remove her shirt, handing it to her husband. Her belly was flat, her breasts looked full and still firm, barely supported by the flimsy fabric of her bra. When she leaned back, she slid her ass to the front of her chair and unsnapped the black pants she was wearing, slowly lowering the zipper. She was intentionally taking her time now, enjoying the tease and the rather obvious effect it was having on me. She slid her palm down her belly, her fingers reaching downward, disappearing into her pants. I think I heard a soft moan as she found her destination.

"You first," she said.  Perhaps the blood had rushed from my big head. I didn't understand the statement.

"I'll show you mine if you show me yours," she smiled, looking down at my lap. I didn't need to be told three times. I unbuckled my belt, unsnapped my pants and slid them, along with my underwear to my knees, exposing my hardon. I've never been much of an exhibitionist, but at that moment I would have done anything to see her continue to undress.  She grabbed the waistband of her pants, then paused.

"You, too," she said to her husband. In a flash his dick was out of his fly.

It took her a solid 30 seconds to slide her pants all the way down, then off, past her low heels. She now sat in her bra and matching panties, turning her attention back to the movie. By now, Jessie was playing with another girl. I didn't really care. His wife seemed to enjoy it, though. As she watched, she slid her fingers into her panties, masturbating gently. Eventually she reached up to her bra, unhooking it from the front and totally exposing her breasts. As she got more comfortable, she spread her legs, even letting her left leg lay across my lap. Her attention now shifted back and forth between the movie and my hand, slowly rubbing my cock.

Her first orgasm was quiet, but it caused her whole body to jerk. Her leg even bumped my cock, just for a second. She immediately looked down to see. Her panties were pulled to the side. Her pussy - now wet and glistening in the reflected light of the television - was literally an arm's length away. My dick was beginning to ache, it had grown so large.

She beckoned for her husband, who came and stood in front of her, allowing her to take his dick into her mouth while she kept the same position. She sucked him urgently, telling him that she wanted him to cum.

"I want it on my tits," she gasped, "right here." Rubbing her boobs as though he didn't know where they were. As she sucked, she watched my hand work its way up and down my shaft. She edged her leg closer again. I could feel her heat on my balls and the back of my hand. The smell of her pussy filled the small room.

"I want to feel it," she said, looking right at me. I moved my hand away, giving her room to feel.

"No, not like that. I want you to do it, just like you do when you watch the movies, but I want it want it to spill on me. On my leg."

The idea of a stranger cumming on his wife was, apparently, too much for hubby. He grunted and blasted her chin and tits with his cum. I followed quickly with large roping spurts splashing up her thigh, on his pants and some on the floor.

A few minutes later, having thanked them, I was back in my own booth reliving the whole experience in my head. Before I left, I had dumped two more loads of cum just thinking about it. Apparently, they were also left turned on by the adventure. I (and everyone else in the place) could hear them fucking not too long after I left them.

I went back to that place another 10 or 12 times. I did see the occasional working girl there, but I never saw another couple, and I never ran into those two again.

Nashville will never be the same.