Gang Bang with Another Man's Wife in a Porn Theater (While He Watched)

You may have read about Amy's introduction to porn theater sex. She was plain, married and completely inexperienced with anyone other than her husband until that night. Even after that night she was still plain and married. That never really changed through the years that I knew them. Though she did become more confident which, in turn, brought out a certain sexiness to her.

We met again a few times over the next several months after that night in northern Indiana. Usually, it was their place for dinner, followed by a VHS porn movie. I would sit on the couch with Amy. Her husband, John, would sit in his recliner and watch us as we played with each other before we wound up in an inevitable threesome. I knew that he was reliving the porn theater scene in his mind. Once we went to a bar where I fingered Amy to a couple of orgasms while John (and others, I'm sure) watched from a distance.

I figured it was only a matter of time before we would wind up back at a porn theater. I was right, and it really wasn't very much time at all.
This time, though, we didn't go together. John said he wanted me to take his wife, treat her as though she were my date, and do as I pleased with her. He would be among the crowd, watching his wife and whatever unfolded. I chatted with Amy and found that she was up for the idea, and we set a date. I asked Amy to leave the house in her "normal" attire and that we would find a place for her to change along the way. That way, John really wouldn't know what to expect when we walked into the theater.

Amy's Fantasy

I picked her up at the appointed time. She was wearing polyester slacks and a print, long-sleeved top. We drove a several miles toward the state line, exiting the interstate at a rest area, which allowed Amy to change. She was in the bathroom for so long that I had nearly convinced myself that she had gotten cold feet and wanted to back out. When she finally did appear I realized that she was worth the wait. I had never seen her look so good. I hadn't really paid any attention to her hair when she came out of the house, but now it was clear that she had recently gotten it styled and given herself a more trendy look. She wore far more makeup than normal, and the effect was excellent. Her chosen dress for the night was a little black cocktail thing with tiny shoulder straps, a nice dip between her smallish breasts, and a tight waistline that made it apparent that she had been losing weight since we first met. It fit snugly over her hips, ending a good 8 inches above her knee. The landscape between her hemline and her 4-inch black heels was covered with black hose with a subtle sheen to them. While she would never have been mistaken for a Hollywood star or a beauty queen, Amy looked amazing.

When she slid into the car her perfume delicately filled the space, adding to her total presentation.

"Well, what do you think? Will this do?"

I assured her that it would do more than "do". "The problem, of course, is that the guys aren't gonna be able to keep their hands off of you."

She smiled and said, "I don't see how that's going to be a problem."

I decided to head to a nicer restaurant than I originally planned and as we dined Amy caught me up on some news that John had been keeping from me. They had been back to the theater twice since our original trip. Both times were earlier in the day, so the crowd was smaller. They were concerned about things getting out of hand. Although they had fun, John found he had a strong preference for watching, and he was concerned about just "turning his wife over" to a mob of horny strangers.

"And what do you want?" I asked her.

It took a few minutes of coaxing, but she finally opened up. "I want them to use me," she admitted. "I want to be the woman they all want. And I want to let them... you know. Whatever they want."

"Are you sure?" I asked. "That's a pretty big step."

"I know. That's why we thought it would be good for you to come. You can use me. John can watch. I can have that experience, and we can all be happy." It was clear they had thought it through.

"How far are you willing to let things go?" I needed to find the boundaries.

"Honestly, I think I'll leave that up to you. We trust you."

"Other guys?" I asked.

"Sure, as long as you are there."

"Hmm. I don't know. As good as you look, I may not want to share." I was kidding. Mostly.

We finished our meal and headed to the same theater that we had visited a couple of months before. The lot was fairly full, though the store area was not. That meant the theater must have been busy. I opted to start with Amy back in the gloryhole area. I wanted a few minutes with her alone.

We slipped into an open booth and I fed the machine. With a few clicks I found a video of a blonde taking multiple guys. I figured that would set the mood. Then I turned my attention back to Amy, seating her on the chair. I moved in front of her, taking my cock out. She immediately opened her mouth and I pulled my hips toward her. Her cocksucking skills had been improving. After fucking her mouth for a bit, I had her stand up and then I backed her to the wall opposite the gloryhole. If she had seen it, she had said nothing about it. I moved to the other side of the small space, being sure to leave the hole open.

"Raise your dress," I ordered. She complied immediately, sliding the hem up to her waist. Her pussy was already wet. The light from the TV reflected off her juices.

"Touch yourself. We want to watch."

She looked puzzled. "We?"

I silently motioned to the hole. She glanced at it, then looked back, her eyes widening. The reality was registering with her.

"Don't stop. Let him see you cum." It didn't take long. Maybe it was the anticipation. Maybe it was the place. Maybe it was her expectation of what was ahead of her that night. Mostly, I suspect, it was the unknown stranger peering through the hole, watching her touch her most private parts. Seconds after she came his dick eased through the hole, pointing directly at her.

"Oh my God!" She shrieked and giggled at the same time.

"Stroke him. Just a little."

She bit her bottom lip, but moved toward the new cock. Her first touches were nervous, but soon she wrapped her fingers around the shaft and began to gently tug. I guided her other hand to my dick. She looked up and smiled, like a naughty child.

"Suck me again." She didn't hesitate. She squatted immediately and took me into her hot mouth. Her right hand maintained it's rhythm on the stranger's dick. Then, she took the next step without being told what to do. I watched as she turned her head, taking the other man's dick into her mouth. For a few minutes she alternated between the two of us. Eventually, I stepped back, letting her give all of her attention to the stranger.  I was surprised when he pulled away and she stood up.

"Is he done?"

"Yep," she giggled.

"I thought he would cum."

"He did. A lot." Then she opened her mouth wide and imitated a toddler who has finished her green beans. "All gone!" Looked like shy little Amy was beginning to bloom.

We headed to the theater area and my suspicions were right. The place was crowded. Very crowded, in fact, around the small front row. I guided Amy toward the group and when the other men saw that it was a lady, they parted for her, letting us move to the front of the crowd. I felt her gasp as she got her first glimpse of the row. A tall blonde woman, mid-40's, was low in her seat, spread wide with two guys supporting her legs, while a thin black girl ate her pussy. Apparently she was good at it, because the blonde seemed to be riding a wave of orgasms. One moan after another rose from deep inside of her, competing with the sounds of the movie. 15-20 men were doing their best to jockey for the best view; most of them had their dicks in their hands, enjoying the show.

After a final shudder, the blonde sat up, saying she needed a break. She composed herself somewhat, then stood and walked through the crowd and out the theater exit with her lucky hubby in tow. The black girl dropped into the lap of a muscular black man and kissed him with a familiarity that told me that they were a couple.  Amy and I retreated back a couple of rows and found seats. We sat quietly for a bit, watching the movie as she relaxed.

Soon the crowd was up again, gathering around the front row. Amy was out of her seat before I was. Again, I followed her up front and, again, the boys allowed her to find a good vantage point. Now the woman was on her knees, sucking her well-endowed companion. She took her time, and made sure that she turned her head just so, letting the illumination of the screen give us all a good look at her impressive skills. We were in the aisle, at the edge of the row, looking over his shoulder as his lady took care of big black dick.

Amy was mesmerized. I asked her a question and she didn't even move. My hands were around her waist, and she was pushing her ass back into me. It was obvious that she was enjoying herself, so I figured we would bump things up a notch. I release my hold on her waist, took a half step back and slid my hands down her ass. She ground her hips in a little circle as I did. As I rubbed with one hand, I began to pull at the fabric with the other, slowly lifting her skirt until part of her ass was exposed. She didn't object, so soon her dress was pulled to her waist, the pantyhose covering her small cheeks  in plain view. I continued to brush her ass as she watched the show in front of her.

As you might imagine, it didn't take long before Amy was attracting attention on her own share of attention from those gathered close to us. A couple of guys were encouraging her, telling her how good she looked. Those comments caught the ear of some others and soon a brave hand reached toward her nylon-covered ass. I slid my hand down her crease, making room for her new admirer. I tried to move my other hand away quickly, hoping she would think both hands were mine, but she was aware of the change. I felt her ass tighten as her movement stopped. She glanced over her shoulder to see who was touching her. The crowd was too tight for her to really know. She then turned her attention back to the couple.

A guy to my right, seeing that she was OK with the extra attention, moved even closer, rubbing her arm which as resting on the back of the seat of the black guy. He took his time, but eventually guided her hand down to his hard cock. Again, she glanced to see who it was, gave him a nervous smile, and wrapped her hand around his prick. As she gently stroked him, other hands moved to her ass. I backed up just enough to let others get a feel, but stayed close enough not to lose control of the situation.

The few guys who were brave enough to reach in were also smart enough to show some restraint. I think they could see her nervousness, so no one really pushed. The encouraging remarks continued, and more than one made her smile. It was obvious that she was relaxing. Soon, our own little circle was forming. A half dozen guys surrounded us, still leaving Amy with a line of sight to the black couple. Within minutes the black girl had pulled herself up onto her her man's lap, riding his cock as she kissed him. She made eye contact with Amy and smiled.

That caused Amy to drop her head and look away. Almost as though she were embarrassed that she had been "caught" watching them. When she looked down, she was rewarded with the sight of several hard and exposed cocks.

"See what you've done," I whispered in her ear, "You've made them all hard."

She shook her head. "I think they were watching her, too."

"Well, they're watching you now, and they obviously like what they see."  I reached around her and rubbed her tits through the fabric of her slinky dress, pinching a nipple as I did. By now, she was stroking a dick in either hand, watching the guys jerk off in front of her, and still trying to keep an eye on the black girl. I slid my hands up her chest to her shoulders, teasing the tiny straps of her dress. She didn't object, so I slowly began to pull them toward the edges of her shoulders. Again, there was no resistance, so I continued down her arm, pulling her dress down as I did. Soon, she was topless, her naked breasts illuminated by the screen.

First one hand, then another touched them. The men moved closer, but Amy held her ground. She held more than that. As the men in front got close enough, she reached out to touch their cocks. For several minutes, she would rub one stranger's dick, then another, almost as though she were comparing them. Then she suddenly turned and faced me, pulling my face toward hers so that she could kiss me. I felt her hands on my pants, trying to release my dick. As soon as I helped her spring it free, she squatted in front of me, taking it into her mouth. Candidly, she lacked the finesse and style of the black girl, but who am I to complain.

As she blew me, the others moved closer, hoping to be next in line. The crowd was small and tight, but we were still filling the aisle.

"Oh! Looks like new girl is getting busy!" It was the blonde, coming back down the aisle. She stopped alongside me and rubbed my ass while Amy continued to bob up and down. The black chick was also standing, leaning over her man, watching Amy give head. She made a comment about the party really getting started now, and called the blonde over to ride her man's big dick. I would have enjoyed watching that, but wasn't about to leave the warmth of Amy's sweet mouth.

The girls were right. Amy was moving into another gear. As she blew me, she reached up and started feeling the dicks of those gathered around her, giving each one a few gentle strokes before moving on. For a minute, I thought she was going to suck another cock, but instead she stood up, pulling herself close to me. Her tits were still exposed and the guys were still enjoying the view. Amy glanced toward the front row. The blonde was now seated on the black guy's lap, facing the screen. It was obvious they were fucking, but we could see little from where we were.

"Want a better look?" I asked? She nodded, so we eased through the crowd until we were standing in front of the first row, watching the blonde slide up and down a big, black pole. The black girl was rubbing the blonde's tits and letting her finger sneak down to her slit.

I asked Amy if she wanted to join them. She shook her head. Minutes later, she was squatting in front of me again, sucking my cock as she watched the threesome. Again, the guys moved in close, though still allowing her to see. With her right hand, she again reached for those dicks that were being presented to her. Again, she stroked one then another. She stopped suddenly though when her hand fell on a large, black dick. At first she had no idea what color it was. It was simply the girth of the thing that got her attention. She stopped sucking and turned toward it. Her surprise (and delight) were obvious to all of us. So much so that there was a little chuckle at her response.

She looked up at me, almost as though she needed my approval.

"It's your night," I said. "Do what you want."

She eyed the cock curiously, kneeling directly in front of it and slowly beginning to stroke the long shaft. It responded to her touch. For the moment, she seemed content to watch it harden in her soft hand. Eventually, though, her tongue darted out a time or two as she tasted the tip. With each movement, the dick became harder and larger. So large, in fact, that when she finally opened her mouth to take it she could get no further than the head.

"That's fucking hot!" noted the blonde as she continued to ride her friend. The black girl made her way toward Amy, squatting behind her so that she could reach around and feel her firm tits. That sent the blonde over the edge. It did look good. Amy looked like the white creamy filling of an Oreo cookie, doing her best to blow that big black cock while the black girl explored her from behind.

Soon Amy was seated on the front row, next to the black guy who was being ridden by the blonde. Her legs were wide as the black chick went down on her. I knew this was her first encounter with a woman, and was happy to see that she was clearly enjoying the experience.  Somehow, her mouth had widened and the big black cock was now fucking it. Not overly deep, but deep enough.

She almost seemed to resist the arousal as it built in her, slowly, but surely, driving her to an orgasm. She slurped on the head of that black dick while the black girl finger fucked her and beat her clit with her tongue. The blonde leaned over and began to kiss and suck her tits, and the crowd moved in closer. I heard it coming from deep inside her. It began as a low moan, and eventually erupted into a shriek only slightly muffled by her new friend's dick.

As she came I caught a glimpse of John, her husband, behind her, nearly hidden by the crowd, but still taking it all in. His eyes were a glaze of lust and anticipation. We were all eager to see how far his wife would go that night. We didn't have to wait long. Amy paused for a new minute, signalling to her new friends that she needed a break after her orgasm. The black girl raised up on her knees and started sucking the big black cock that had just been removed from Amy's mouth. Soon the black man was seated to Amy's right and the skinny black girl was riding his large shaft.

The crowd continued to tighten around Amy, nearly making it difficult for me to stay near her. By now, both of the women flanking her were facing the front of the theater as they rode to a series of orgasms. Both began blowing random men from the crowd gathering in front of them. Amy, too, tasted more than one dick before suddenly standing up and approaching me.

"Are you alright?" I asked.

She nodded her head lustfully and said she just needed to use the restroom. I noticed that John sunk back into the seat behind her as she stood, trying to remain unseen. He was clearly enjoying the sight of his wife in a porn theater, playing with strangers as though he wasn't even there.

Amy was barely clothed when we stepped into the light of front area of the store. While she relieved herself, several of the men came out of the theater to see if she had left. They all wanted to know if she was going to play more, how often she came, and any other details I could provide. I gave them very few.

When Amy appeared we headed straight back into the theater.I began to make my way back toward the front, but Amy pulled me into the last row. It was completely empty.

"Fuck me here." Her voice was demanding and desperate.

She placed her elbows on the row of the seats in front of us, and I entered her from behind. She was wet. Soaked, actually, with the evidence of her arousal trickling down her thighs. She came almost as soon as I was fully buried into her warmth. With but a few thrusts she was cumming again. Obviously, it didn't take long for the circle to form again, and Amy eagerly attacked two cocks that were presented in front of her. She alternated from one to the next. One guy came quickly. Another moved in to take his place.

After the second or third guy had cum, she found a cock she was particularly fond of, and asked me to give him a condom. I complied and stepped out of the way. I stood in the aisle with the others, watching another man's wife - one who had been so shy only a few months before that she couldn't even make eye contact when discussing sex - fuck a complete stranger in very seedy porn theater.

Then another, and another and another. To say "they had their way with her" sounds trite. But that's exactly what they did. Each one knew how he wanted it. In what position. At what speed and tempo. One after another they filled their condoms and satisfied Amy's lust. Or perhaps they fueled it. She seemed more energized with each cock that pounded her.

Eventually, she stood and walked - naked and reasonably alone - to the front row again. That huge black dick was still there. And still hard. It's owner directed Amy to have a seat. Kneeling in front of her, he licked and fingered her pussy, ensuring that it was ready for him. After covering it with a condom, he began his slow, but unrelenting assault on her cunt. It was tight. Amy whimpered, but nodded for him to continue. As she relaxed, his massive member made its full entry and soon he was thrusting that black cock into another man's wife as two dozen men and a couple of women watched.

He held her legs high, allowing him to pound her pussy hard and deep, driving her - literally - to one loud orgasm after another. No one else was fucking now. The room seemed to sense what was happening. A formerly shy wife, taking on the crowd and letting a hung black man abuse her tight hole, while a roomful of strangers witnessed her debauchery.

At some point, the blonde asked me if I enjoyed watching my wife get fucked.

"I wouldn't know," I replied. Then pointing toward John, I added, "but I sure like watching his wife get fucked."

Her eyes widened. "Oh you kinky boys! Time for your to get yours, if you want it."

We wanted it. John and I took turns while the man she was originally fucking tagged in to take the other black guy's place in Amy's pussy.  She seemed just as turned on to watch her husband getting fucked as he was watching her.

When it was all over, we finally collected our clothes, tried to recompose ourselves in the tiny bathrooms and then stepped out into the night air.

"I'm starving," Amy said.

We agreed to meet at a diner nearby. Amy took her things from my car and rode with John. I reviewed my memory of images from the evening. Personally, I got to fuck two very sexy women in a porn theater. More than that, though, I got to watch a woman emerge from a shell of repression, doubt, insecurity and timidity as she transformed into a sexual tigress. I had no idea where she (or we) might go from here, but I was privileged to witness the moment.

Our food had been ordered. None of us had said much from the time we walked into the restaurant. Somehow, Amy had changed back into her "normal" clothes on the drive over. The silence was almost awkward. Amy took a sip of her water.

"Seven," she finally said.

"Seven what?" John wondered for both of us.

"I had sex with seven men tonight." She pondered that thought for a minute, then continued. "Until tonight, I have only been with two men in my entire life."  I was honored.

"Then, in one night. In a couple of hours, really, there were seven. Plus the ones in my mouth."

"Are you sorry?" John quietly probed?

"A little," replied Amy. Then she grinned before taking another drink, "sorry I didn't make it an even ten!"

There's always next time...