A few times a year I get a note or a comment from someone interested in meeting in person. Sometimes they come from single guys, usually, from couples, and on rare occasions, I get one like this:
"I came across you during Covid. Boredom led to porn, and porn led me to your blog. A long time ago my ex and I (well, mostly him) fantasized about going to an adult theater and seeing what might happen. After reading most of your site I'm wondering about it again.
I can't think of a more delicate way to put this, so I'm just going to be direct. I think we must live fairly close to one another, so I'm wondering if you might be willing to meet me, with the intention of escorting me to a theater. I am not offering you an invitation to fuck me. I just want to see what it's like.
I am in my early 40s, and in reasonable shape for a mom of two. 5'8", 140 pounds, brunette with brown eyes.
If you're interested and willing, perhaps we could meet over coffee at ************ in the near future."
I was both interested and willing. We arranged to meet for coffee at a place that offered enough privacy to chat fairly openly. "Lisa" was very straightforward. Her story wasn't unusual. Despite one "wild year" in college (sex with multiple guys - individually - and an experiment with a girl) she still felt somewhat inexperienced when she married her only husband. They did nearly 15 years together before splitting a while back. Their sex life had faded over the years and since her divorce, she's seen a couple of guys and "learned a few new tricks". But like a lot of women in similar circumstances, she's ready for more.
"What did you find?"
She laughed, "A lot of weird shit!"
We agreed that there's something for everyone but few people are into everything.
"And porn theaters."
"Yeah," she slowed a bit, "that was interesting. I immediately thought of conversations that I had with my ex. I thought it was something he made up."
"Would you have considered doing it back then?"
"God, no." She laughed again, then shrugged. "Maybe I should have. But it was so far out of the box I couldn't have considered it."
"Why now?" I wondered out loud.
"I don't really know. I saw a few videos. Some were professional, you know? But others looked like some guy just videoed his wife with his cell phone while strangers... you know?"
I nodded.
"So I started looking for more of them. That's when I found your site. Are all those stories true?"
"Every one," I assured her.
"And do you write about every time?"
I shook my head as I swallowed some coffee. "No. A lot of times nothing happens. Sometimes I'll go with someone who asks me not to share it. Usually, I'm just too lazy to type it out."
"Would it motivate you to know that there are women who masturbate to them?" She smiled coyly.
"It might."
"Seriously, I find them very erotic. Especially the nervous ones just getting started, or trying it."
"Those are my favorite, too." Then, figuring there was no point in dancing around the obvious, "Are you thinking about becoming one of those women?"
She paused for a minute. "Honestly, I really don't know. It sounds exciting. But I wonder how I would feel if I were actually there."
"Only one way to find out," I suggested.
"What's the worst thing you've ever seen happen in one?"
Candidly, I immediately thought of a lot of weird things that I've seen over the years. However, I tried to filter through those things that I thought would trouble her as a woman in a porn theater.
"The worst is when a guy just doesn't understand the word 'no'." She almost looked frightened when I said it.
"It's not that the lady gets attacked. It's that it's over. Usually, you can give some pretty subtle signals to let the guys know what you want. A nod, shaking your head, a smile, or even pointing a finger here or there. Some guys need to hear direct instructions. 'The lady does not want to be touched'. And usually, the crowd begins to control itself, because they all know if one idiot pushes too far, it all comes to an end. And that's the worst. When a guy just refuses to listen, it's over. The guys in the room are pissed at him, but worst of all, the lady - who came to fulfill her own fantasy - is robbed of her opportunity to do that. So that's the worst."
"And if somebody wants something that I don't?"
"You tell him no. Or I tell him no."
"And that's it? And if not, I can leave."
"Absolutely. You're in charge."
She hesitated for a second. "Can I put you in charge?"
My mind raced, thinking of all of the things that statement could mean. I was pretty sure she didn't mean most of those things, so I asked for clarification.
"You do this all the time. You know what goes on and what to expect. Besides, I'm afraid I might back out in the moment."
"You always have the right to back out. Things stop as soon as you want them to."
She nodded. "I get that. But I think I might stop them before I really wanted to. Does that make sense?"
It did not.
"I've thought about this for a long time. I know what I've fantasized about. I just don't know if I have the nerve to actually do it. And I don't want to regret not trying if I have the chance."
That made sense.
"So what have you fantasized about?"
"Hands. Lots of them. Sort of getting lost in the feeling of all those men touching me. And tasting them. A lot of them. Well, more than one anyway."
"That should be easy enough," I assured her.
"And, you know, more."
"More?"
"Yeah. You know."
I thought I did, but just to be sure, I used the word she was apparently trying to avoid. "You want to have sex with them."
She nodded.
"More than one?"
"I think so."
"Alright. I'm going to take you to a porn theater and men are going to touch and fuck you. Is that right?
She blushed and nodded again.
"What do you absolutely NOT want to happen."
"Oh." She thought for a moment. "Well, I guess they all have to use condoms."
"For everything? Even oral?"
"Yuck. No. Just for... you know."
"Anything else?"
She thought again. "I have to know that you're right there. And nothing in the back. And when I say stop, it stops." And then after a long pause, she added. "But you're in charge. So you decide."
There's a lot that could be said here about the nature of "power exchange", negotiation, trust, and other concepts from the world of BDSM. But since she didn't even realize what she was doing, I'll leave that for another day. I only mention it because it was fairly clear what she was looking for in terms of our dynamic. She had set her limits, but I was in charge.
"Don't worry," I smiled, "There's not a chance of me stepping away and missing one minute of seeing you enjoy yourself. And your ass is safe with me! Seriously, when you're done just tell me that you'd like to get something to eat and we'll be out of there."
She raised an eyebrow. "It's just that easy."
"Yep. And I can't wait to see you there."
I waited three weeks. It took that long for our schedules to sync again. We decided to go on a Saturday, but early in the evening before the crowd got too big. I figured if she was enjoying herself, she would be happy to see new candidates enter the room as the night went on, while still keeping things simple to start with.
I met Lisa at the same coffee shop before we headed over. The plan was to leave her car there and ride to the theater together. A few heads turned when she stepped through the door. She was not overtly sexy but she filled her light summer dress very nicely. Her hair was styled and her makeup had a definite "night on the town" vibe. She had worn jeans to our first meeting, so I didn't know that her legs may have been her best feature; toned and tan. I thought about her description of herself: " in reasonable shape". She had undersold herself.
She was apprehensive when she sat down. Not so much that I thought she might back out, but nervous enough that we took a few extra minutes at the coffee shop to allow the butterflies to settle a bit. They returned while we were in the car.
After a few minutes of nervous silence, she said, "I just tell you I'm hungry, right?"
"And we'll be out as soon as I can pull my zipper up." I was trying to lighten the mood. She smiled, so it must have been somewhat helpful.
"Remember," I reassured her, "This is your fantasy. The guys in this place are showing up to do whatever you want them to do to you. Nothing more. And when you decided they've done enough, we go home."
"I hadn't thought of it like that. And don't think I don't want to go. I've thought about it every day since we met. And," she smiled coyly, "I've thought about it twice today."
"Oh, you naughty girl! Well, since I am in charge tonight, I have just realized that there is something that we absolutely must do at the theater."
"Oh?"
I nodded. "You're going to think about it, and I'm going to watch you. And if my guess is right, I won't be the only one watching."
On that note, we moved to my car and made our way a few miles down the interstate. She seemed to get quieter with every passing mile. I hit the exit and we caught nothing but green lights as we made our way to the theater. As we pulled into the lot, I gave her another chance to back out. She did not.
There weren't many cars in the parking lot. I was glad to see that, given her obvious apprehension. We quickly made our way inside and did a loop through the retail area of the store. We looked at nothing. It was just her way of getting accustomed to the place. I paid for our entry and worked our way back down the darkening hallway, eventually reaching the theater door. Up until now, we hadn't seen anyone other than the clerk.
There were a couple of guys in the main theater when we walked in, so we made our way to the back corner, farthest from them. I could feel Lisa's nervousness when we sat down.
"You good?" I asked softly. She nodded.
We watched the movie for a bit. It was the typical silicone-infused tatted girl, slobbering on a big cock immediately after it was removed from her ass. Not what I would have chosen to get a woman into the mood.
"So guys really watch this?" she whispered.
"Some do. It's not my thing, but who am I to judge?"
She grinned, relaxing a little. "So the mascara running down the face isn't a look that you're into?"
"Not exactly. At least not like that."
Mercifully, the guy finally unloaded on the girl and the DVD menu popped up. Eventually, the clerk caught on and a new one was inserted. Now it was a thin brunette, surrounded by three black guys. Lisa cooed her approval.
"This one suit you a little better?" I teased. She nodded more enthusiastically this time.
"Good," I smiled. "I'm hoping it gives you something to think about."
"You're sure it's OK?"
Now it was my turn to nod. She turned her attention to the screen, watching as the girl lost the few clothes she was wearing. Soon she was on her knees, eye-ball to ball-sack with three long, black cocks. She began taking turns on them.
Lisa had found a comfortable position on the couch and began to caress herself. About the time she did, the door opened and another guy entered the room. He saw her and moved toward us, taking a seat just ahead of ours, allowing him a comfortable vantage point.
I leaned close to her, whispering into her ear. "Don't stop," I said it with sufficient force that she shot me a quick glance, smirked, and dropped her right hand to her thigh. Slowly, she began to pull the hem of her skirt higher, pausing just before she revealed anything. Her hand slid back down toward her knee, then descended between her thighs. Keeping her movements slow and easy, she began to trace her leg, working her way back up the thigh, spreading them slightly.
That drew the attention of one of the other guys who moved to have a better sight line to the woman in the back of the room.
Lisa closed her eyes and continued to tease them with that hand between her legs. I knew they couldn't see anything, but she was clearly planning on escalating the show. Eventually, the legs were parted enough that both men could see up her skirt. When she finally pulled the fabric high enough up her lap, I was surprised to see that she wore no panties. She pushed her knees wide apart, forcing me to move slightly to give her room. When she did, she pulled that hand directly to her slit and began to massage the outside of her pussy. Her breath was already deep and unsteady. It took only a matter of seconds before she reached her first small, orgasm.
"Very sexy." I nuzzled her neck, kissing her softly at the base of her throat. "You've made me hard, and I suspect I'm not the only one. Time to find out."
Her eyes remained closed as I unzipped my pants, releasing my cock. I guided her hand to it, and she began to stroke it, just as slowly as she had begun to play with herself. While she teased my dick with her right hand, her left began to explore her chest through her dress.
I looked at the guy closest to us. "You want to touch her?" Of course, he did. He was out of his seat and crossing toward us immediately.
"Go behind," I directed him. "Play with her tits."
As he stepped around our little couch, the guy who had remained in his original seat got up and approached us.
"You can touch her. But nothing else."
That invitation encouraged the third to join us. Within a minute all three of them were exploring her breasts, neck, tummy, and legs. She breathed deeply, enjoying the sensations, still keeping her eyes closed.
Again, I moved close to her. "I'm going to touch that beautiful pussy, and you're not going to cum."
Her eyes went wide then narrowed into a question.
"You're just going to feel it. Breathe deeply. No cumming."
I gently touched her mons, cupping it with my full hand. A few gentle vibrations seemed to get her attention. I worked my finger into her slit, finding her wet and warm. I crooked my middle finger, bringing the tip to her clit. She gasped.
"No cumming."
She nodded her assent as a brought my thumb down her slit, working it to her clit. Soon I had it pinched gently between my thumb and middle finger. Slow small circles with ever-increasing pressure caused her breathing to deepen again. I noticed the guy behind her had begun to gently pinch her nipple.
"Are you getting close?"
"Fuck yeah," she breathed.
"Then let it out, let them see you get off on their hands."
Her orgasm was instantaneous and intense. The men reacted vocally to her climax. By the time she opened her eyes, two others had joined our small circle. They were all quick to tell her how good she looked and how hot she was.
She sat in the afterglow of her orgasm, gently fingering her pussy without hesitation as the guys chatted her up. One of them was stroking his dick through the fabric of his sweatpants.
"Why are you hiding that?" she teased him. "Pull it out. I want to see something, too."
As he pulled his dick out, another guy stepped out from behind her, his cock exposed. Within a minute, she had several dicks to see, in various sizes, shades, and levels of firmness. She continued to lightly finger herself, enjoying the male attention she was receiving. Eventually, she touched them one at a time, bouncing quickly from one to the next.
At some point, the mood changed from naughty playfulness to something more erotic. She began to grasp them, stroking and squeezing. She sat up straighter in her seat, pulling them all closer. I stayed on the couch, but moved to my knees, staying in the circle that was closest to her. One of the guys shot his load early on in this stage and disappeared into the level behind him. Another man filled his place.
She stroked the next man to orgasm, then took the one after that in her mouth. Any concerns that she had earlier about backing out were well behind her now. After she blew three of them, she asked me for a break. I thought that meant she was done. But I was wrong.
"I just need a bathroom and something to drink if there's something available."
While she went to the ladies' room, I got her a bottle of water. We chatted for a minute while she cooled off, and then returned to the theater. This time she walked in fully aware of what she was doing, and what she wanted.
She returned to the same seat, stripping out of her dress before she sat down. She sat back again, stretching out, spreading her legs, and raising her hands over her head. The guys picked up on her signals very quickly. In an instant, she was covered with hands. Two men found their way to her pussy, and the others worked on her breasts and legs.
Another found his way to her side of the couch, standing at the arm where he could jerk off looking at her naked body. When he appeared to be about ready to cum, she got even braver.
"On my tits." She cupped them and pulled them toward his cock. "Here, let me have it."
He complied within a matter of seconds and she happily rubbed it into her skin while we watched. As the last of the goo disappeared, she turned to me.
"I want it," she said softly.
"From who?" I asked.
"You pick." She turned on the couch, planting herself on her knees and offering her rounded ass to the room."
"Who wants her first?' I asked the room. There was a pause before one of the men stepped forward sort of sheepishly.
"You have a condom?"
He shook his head. I provided one for him and waited as he struggled to get it on. As he did, I noticed a younger guy whose prick was nearly touching his stomach he was so hard. I handed him another rubber. He was quicker to get it on and stepped in behind Lisa.
Fortunately, she was very wet, because his entry was abrupt. He pounded her eagerly, though without much finesse. It didn't seem to matter as he brought her - and himself - to a quick orgasm. As he grunted out the last drops, the other guy showed me that he was wrapped and hard. I nodded for him to take his place.
He fucked her longer and got her off twice. In between orgasms an older gentleman filled her mouth with his dick, then his cum while she was filled from behind.
The crowd had begun to grow since the afternoon was turning into early evening, and Lisa decided that her first experience in a porn theater would come to an end. I had lost count of the number of men she played with, but she told me that she made 9 guys cum. Then she wondered out loud why she hadn't made it an even 10.
Next time, we promised one another. Next time.
Well written and VERY HOT. Can't wait for the next installment.
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