Busty Wife Bends the Rules at the Porn Theater

Over the decades that I have played in porn theaters I suppose that I've had more fun at the Playhouse in Tampa than any other single venue. There are a number of reasons for that, of course. I lived in central Florida at the time so I was a very frequent visitor in those years. And the place never seemed to disappoint. Yeah, there was the occasional Saturday night sausage fest, but they were rare. And when you stacked them up against the fact that most weekend nights there were a dozen - or even two dozen - women in the place ready to play, the numbers worked in our favor. 

You never knew what you might see, or experience, at the Playhouse in those days. On one couch a woman could be running a train of regulars. On another, a nervous housewife might be trying to slyly give her husband a blow job. And in the corner, a curious college girl could be stroking an older black guy for their mutual pleasure. 

On this particular Friday night the place was packed. The clocked had rolled into the small numbers of the morning and most of us were moving from place to place, enjoying the variety that was on display that night. I had arrived late, and hadn't yet joined the action, so I was still determining where I might want to settle in when I spied a new arrival stepping through the tattered curtain into the main theater.

She was short. As in not even 5-feet tall. She was curvy. And I mean that in the best possible way. She had a pair of tits that were certain to cause her back some trouble in the future.  The rest of her was fairly petite. Her ass looked a bit flat under the knee-length skirt she was wearing, but I couldn't get past the size of her tits. She had them wrapped under a sweater. One of those soft, fuzzy, probably-gonna-shed-on-you sweaters. It wasn't low cut. In fact it went all the way to her neck, but it couldn't hide what she was carrying underneath. 

She and her man leaned against the back wall, waiting for their eyes to adjust to the darkness. A few of us stood nearby, waiting for her body language to tell us what might be next. She looked relaxed. Hubby seemed to be on high alert. I made eye contact with her and she returned my smile. I moved closer, followed by a couple of others. We exchanged a quick greeting and she nodded when I asked if I could touch. Obviously, I went straight for those tits. Other hands followed as I did.

I could feel her sigh as we began and it took only a minute before she had pulled that sweater up to give us unrestricted access to those magnificent boobs. The crowd pressed closer and more hands reached for a handful. I slid down her belly and rubbed her pussy through her skirt. It was too crowded to tell, but I think it was her who pulled her skirt up, opening the way for me to brush her panties and slip a finger inside. Her mound was covered by a full, furry bush. Just as I was beginning to explore, her husband - who was now several feet away, having been elbowed aside by the growing crowd of gropers - announced that only her tits were on offer that night. Being the gentleman I was, I complied. 

To say that I was "closest" to her wouldn't be accurate. I was, however, the one most directly in her view. I did my best to maintain eye contact with her as I - and at least a half dozen others - continued to feel her up. I could feel her rubbing my cock through my pants, so I stopped touching her long enough to pull myself out. She responded quickly, stroking and tugging my rapidly growing erection. Others followed and she reached from dick to dick as though she were comparing us with one another.

I was surprised when she suddenly took my hand and pulled it to her crotch. Again, I was trying to work my fingers passed the fabric, now ignoring hubby's instructions, when she surprised me again by pulling her sweater and skirt back into place. 

"I need to stop."

And with that, she pushed her way through the crowd and out the curtain. I stuffed my erect cock back into my pants and tried to follow, but they were gone. Or so I thought. Word filtered back through the crowd that she had gone to the bathroom. So I waited. 

When they eventually returned, some of the crowd had wandered off to take in some of the other distractions in the theater. That was fine with me. When she and hubby took up their spot on the wall, I walked back over to them. She pulled up her sweater as I and a couple of other guys approached. Before I could even get to her tits, she pulled my hand down to her crotch again. Her man was closer now so I shot him a look. He nodded silently, so I followed her lead.

The panties were gone now. Her pubic hair was damp and a bit matted. I slid my middle finger down from the top, dividing the coarse strands as I did, finding her slit. She was wet, slick, and warm. I continued gliding down around the curve, then began to play as I worked my way back up. I could feel her clit swelling as I flicked it from below. It pushed out from under it's hood as I played, and I could sense her entire body beginning to respond.

My dick was back out and now she played with it more insistently. We worked together, masturbating one another as even more hands began to grope her chest. I could feel someone else squeezing her ass cheeks and working her from the back.

"You want more?" She asked over the sound of the movie playing on the screen.

"Of course."

She glanced at hubby and then slid down the wall, spreading her knees wide as she did. Squatting in front of me she took my dick in her mouth and began to suck it. She brought me to the edge then stopped and stood again. She wiped her mouth in the most sexy way then bent over, wrapping her tits around my shaft. It took a minute, but eventually I was positioned in such a way that I could fuck her tits. She alternated between looking up at me and hubby, and then tipping her chin down to let the tip of my cock touch her tongue and lips. 

"You know what I want, don't you? And I know it's what you want! Cum for me. Cover my big tits with it! Fuck them until you unload on me."

She had seemed so quiet when they arrived. Now here she was, coaxing me on with her dirty mouth. And I was only too happy to comply. I came hard, splashing her tits and neck with my goo. And she smiled and giggled as I did. 

When it was over, she and hubby moved to the front of the theater where he fucked her in front of an appreciative audience. But no one in the room was more grateful that I was!