Wife is back for seconds at the Porn Theater

 Some time ago I shared my encounter with "Laura", a curious MILF that warmed to adult theater sex on a memorable day at the Theatair X in Jefferson, Indiana. You can read about it here if you haven't already seen it. It was a memorable day for more than one reason. Not only did I get to initiate Laura into the porn theater scene, but I met another couple that day, too. 

A few weeks after that first meeting they called me. Frankly, I was surprised. They were young - especially by porn theater standards - and they seemed quite shy that day, in spite of what she wound up doing. I had assumed that she had just gotten caught up in the moment, responded to the adrenaline and other hormones pushing her along, and then went home with a hot memory and, perhaps, a touch of regret. If there was any remorse for what she had done that night, they seemed to have gotten past it by the time they called me. It was simply an invitation for a drink. Nothing more. We arranged to meet the next time I was in town. 

After a few drinks and a couple of rounds of questions and you know where this part of the story ends, right? Exactly. In my hotel room. With him sitting in a comfortable chair while I got better acquainted with his wife. You can read about that here, if you're so inclined. 

Month's passed before I was back in their part of the world and I wasn't overly optimistic when I picked up the phone to call Mitch and Candace again. I explained that I had one night in their neck of the woods and would enjoy seeing them (you know that's a euphemism, right?) if they were up for it. Details were worked out over a couple more conversations and plans were made to hit the theater again.

We met at a small bar for a drink before heading to the theater. I was pleasantly surprised when she walked through the door. No jeans and t-shirt today; she had opted for a summer dress that exposed her shoulders, thighs, and enough of a hint of her cleavage to let us all know what nature had gifted her with. Her hair had been cut, too. Stylish, with some lighter highlights. It framed her face well. Honestly, all I could think about was how it might look later wrapped around a cock. Preferably, mine. 

We made our way to the theater and took our seats in the front row. It was the only space available but she seemed eager to take it. The front row in a porn theater is always well-lit (from the screen) and allows for excellent viewing by the crowd who will undoubtedly form in the area between that row and the front of the room. For the moment, the crowd was respectful, giving her some space and waiting to see what she might do next.

They didn't have to wait long. She turned and gave her husband a long, sensuous kiss. Then she turned and repeated the act on me. As our tongues teased one another I felt her hand in my lap. This girl was eager! I helped her open my pants and she immediately went down on me. At that moment, the crowd moved from the rows behind us to the open space in front of us. After bringing me to a complete erection, she turned and gave the same treatment to Mitch. As she did, I pulled her dress over her ass and was pleasantly surprised to see that she had forgotten her panties at home.

"Naughty girl," I teased. She sat up and faced me.

"Oh yeah?" She stood to her feet and pulled her dress down over her impressive tits, worked it passed her waist, and stepped out of it. Still facing me, she pinched a nipple, pulled it out, and stretched her boob while running her other hand down to her pussy. She slipped her middle finger into her slit, collected some juice, and brought her hand to my mouth. She has obviously soaked already.

"Yeah," I responded. "And eager, I see."

She nodded and turned back to Mitch who was ready with a condom for her. She took it from him and thrust it into my hand. Then she returned to touching herself. 

I pushed my pants to my ankles and wrapped up. As soon as it was on she turned and straddled my legs, backing herself onto my prick. For several minutes she simply ground her hips into my, rubbing her clit and squeezing her tits as she did. Probably 10-12 guys stood in front of her, watching her lurid display. One of them was Mitch and he was front and center.

He stepped toward her and launched a load before she even touched him. It mostly hit her neck and chest. Later I realized some landed on my shoulder. She sucked him clean and he stepped back, almost disappearing into the crowd. When he did, she began to ride my cock, lifting herself off my lap and then dropping back onto it again. I tried to match her rhythm but quickly realized that this was her show and she only needed me to sit there and stay hard. 

One of the braver guys stepped up and she reached for his cock. Of course, that meant the rest of the crowd was going to move in, too. When they did, she stopped bouncing and started grinding again. She touched one dick, then another, then yet another; almost as though she were sampling all of them. Eventually, she got back to the first guy again and began to stroke him intentionally. He didn't last long, adding his load to Mitch's. The next cock made it to her mouth. At first, she was bobbing up and down on the guy's prick, but soon he had her head and was gently face-fucking her.  While he did, she attempted to stroke two more. 

Each guy, in turn, dumped his load on her tits. Eventually, she needed to move and so we placed her on her knees facing the back of the room. I lined up behind her, ready to properly fuck her soaking cunt. Mitch had rebounded and moved to her face for his own oral treatment. A few minutes later, surrounded by the encouraging compliments of her new fan club, we all climaxed. She was loud, I was deep and Mitch was one happy voyeur of a husband.

It was nearly two years before I got back to their part of the world. When I did, their number belonged to someone else and we lost touch. But I have no complaints about that quiet girl I first saw in the back corner of the porn theater.