Pen Pal visits the Porn Theater

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."

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.

DP Gangbang at the Romeo and Juliet Porn Theater

 I've been hearing reports about Romeo and Juliet's in Winston-Salem, NC for a while now. On the few occasions that I had visited, I found a theater room that was either empty or sparsely populated, at best. In spite of that, I pulled in on a whim on recent Thursday evening. It turned out to be a good move.

Younger and Older Wives Having Sex With Strangers in a Porn Theater

It's been a while since I've been able to drop by CVE just outside of Charlotte, North Carolina. The place has gone through several changes over the years, but it is still one of the best adult porn theaters in the southeastern US. I have had success here on weekday afternoons, Sunday mornings and (especially) Friday and Saturday nights. Most of the couples, these days, seem to stay in the theater designated for them, but there are still a number of them (and even some single women) who like to play in the main theaters.

It was a late afternoon/early evening when I pulled off the interstate. I decided to hit the QT to fill up, grab a drink and buy some mints before I headed across the street to see what kind of activity might be available at CVE. Moving through the store I saw a cute brunette who bore some resemblance to Megan Mullally, the actress best known for Will and Grace. She was with a guy that I assumed to be her husband and two young adults (early 20's) that I figured were her kids. The younger woman looked a good bit like her, and they were clearly all together in the store.

I finished my purchase, went outside to fill my truck and then pulled into the CVE parking lot. As soon as I paid for my entry, I headed to the back theater area. Much to my surprise, "Megan" and her gang were also back there. Her man was leading the way as they were coming out of one of the smaller theaters and heading next door to the other one. So much for a family!

Quick and Dirty at the Porn Theater

 You learn pretty quickly to always scan the parking lot when you pull up to your local porn theater. You never know who's there, what's happening, or what you might learn. I saw them in the car as I circled the lot. I always circle before choosing a parking place. Her window was open and she was grabbing the last bit of nicotine from her cigarette as I made my pass. Young (maybe 30), pale, and topped with a short electric-blue hairdo. She was far from subtle.

I pulled in a few spots away and made my way to the door. It was daytime, after all, and they weren't parked in a place that hinted at privacy. I dropped my bills on the counter and was buzzed in. I headed straight for the main theater, fully knowing that my chances of finding a woman in the back were slim, but I couldn't shake the image of the girl in the parking lot. 

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.

Public Lesbian Show at the Porn Theater

In my earliest years hanging out in porn theaters, it was all about watching. To this day, though they have lessened some, my voyeuristic inclinations are among my strongest. Back in the day, I was often just as happy to stand back and watch - hoarding up mental images of the debauchery in front of me - while others actually did the deed. Somehow, it seemed that the event had a longer life (at least in my memory and fantasies) if I could take it all in, rather than being carried away by the momentary pleasure I might have experienced. 

On the particular evening in question, there was no option. We all watched. No one was allowed to participate, or even touch. Only the two of them. And no one else was complaining. 

They had walked into the Mel about an hour after I arrived. It was couples night, so the crowd was large and - unfortunately - completely comprised of men. We were all scattered throughout the cavernous old theater hoping that a couple would wander through those back doors. When they came in, I can't imagine that I was the only guy in the place surprised to see that they were both women. Holding hands and smiling at one another.

Her First Time at Fantasyland

It had been a frustrating night at Fantasyland in Tampa. I had spent the evening drifting between both locations. FL2 had been unusually quiet while the original store had seen more than a few couples throughout the night. Most of them, however, hung out for a short time, didn't play and then left. A few had grabbed a single guy for some private room play, but even those encounters were quick. 

Obviously, not our lady, but you get the idea

A little after midnight the main theater was full, mostly with singles guys and a few non-participatory couples. So when the newest couple arrived, there was no place for them to sit. He was tall, lean and black. She was tall, lean and blonde. A well-maintained 40-something with tight curls that fell past her shoulders. Her ivory boho-style dress and the hair gave her a little bit of a hippie vibe, but she lacked the relaxed mood that you might have expected from her look. She was nervous and clutched tightly to her man.

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.

Suprise Birthday Present in a Porn Theater

Back in the “Golden Age of Adult Films” many of the stars would travel the country making personal appearances in strip clubs and theaters. As a rule, they would come on stage between features, strip, perhaps answer a few questions, then head to the lobby where they would pose with you for a Polaroid picture (remember those?) for $5 or so. I had the privilege of seeing a number of the ladies of porn in those years. Some were more memorable than others.

Though it's difficult to believe, the building that used
to be Cinema Blue 2 still stands in Charlotte

For reasons which shall soon be obvious, I’ll withhold the name of this particular actress whom I first met at the Cinema Blue in Charlotte, NC. It was the around the time the 70’s were sliding into the 80’s and I was in the last of my summers in the Carolinas. Once I found out about the seedier side of the Queen City I made my way there as frequently as possible, checking out the strip clubs, “modeling studios” and, of course, the adult theaters. Cinema Blue was an old twin theater that had been remade into a porn palace, complete with bookstore, game room (with some classic pinball machines) and arcade. The main theater had been outfitted with a good-sized stage to provide performance space. Unlike a theatrical stage, this one formed a large peninsula that reached deep into the seating area, allowing patrons to line both sides to get a better look – and occasional touch.

The young lady, whom I’ll just call the starlet, was a middling dancer, at best, but she was attractive and fun. She had a great personality and enjoyed interacting with the guys as she performed. I caught her first performance of the day, fairly early in the afternoon. After her show, she hung out in the lobby chatting comfortably with an eager audience. There was no stiffness (other than that which had formed in our pants), and no pressure to buy anything. Just a pretty girl in a tiny outfit spending time with attentive men. She was transparent about her life, her background and her plans. She was, in every sense, the girl next door.

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.

Slow Weekend in a Chattanooga Porn Theater

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Hotwife Makes a Morning Visit to Annabelles

With one notable exception, Annabelle's has been a complete bust for me over the last couple of years. I have seen couples there. Lots of them. Some nights more than I can count. But none of them ever do anything to speak of. Occasionally, they'll find a guy or two and head to a private room. One night I heard a lady in the room chatting with her man and (mostly) some guy they had just picked up. She talked for better than two hours. She wasn't trying to turn him on. The conversation wasn't even sexual, except for the few times when she mentioned a theater or gloryhole that they have visited. Even that was in passing. It was mostly two hours of her talking about where they have lived, what states she likes, why Florida is better than North Carolina and a few health related things that I cannot share without violating the HIPAA rules.

That's not all I've seen/heard in the private rooms, of course, but that gives you an idea of the general vibe that I have encountered there. Other times, I have seen couples amble between the theaters and the booths, with some small chance of a guy getting a peek or a blowjob through the gloryhole. Occasionally, I have seen some lap massages - fully clothed - that never seem to go anywhere. Mostly, in recent months, I have seen the door to the "couples theater" close as soon as three or four couples arrive. As much as I would like to tell you otherwise, there are very few "sure things" when it comes to women in porn theaters.

So I'm not even sure why I went in yesterday morning. I'd like to think that it was a hunch, or more smutty senses, or some mystic message from the universe that sent me there. But, honestly, I felt no such unexplainable urge. I was just close, and had some time available at about the worse time of the day. So I pulled in and dropped my money on the counter, already cursing myself for wasting perfectly good cash on a wild goose chase that would yield no results. Obviously, I was wrong, or there would be little point in me writing this.

From the Mailbag - Sticky Seat in Atlanta

I just got this note from a guy who remembers good times in Hotlanta, GA.

There was a couple in Atlanta who used to go to the old Buckhead Arts theater before it closed. The husband would sit behind her and watch while guys played with her tits, pussy, and sometimes ate her. She would blow guys, but I never saw her fuck any. I sat next to him behind her one night and he had me take her dress off, which I did, and handed it to him. A guy was eating her and he told her to raise up high enough so everyone could see her naked tits. She did it, and I was playing with it when he told her to "make some noise... moan louder," so she did that, too. About then I came all over the back of the seat in which she was sitting. She was blonde, good looking, maybe late-30s or early 40s. He told me they were swingers and that she was bi. Damn. Another time there I stroked the top of her head while I jerked off and she blew a guy sitting next to me. God I love hot women like her....

So, have you pasted any furniture in porn theaters, or passed along clothing to waiting husbands? If so, use the form at the bottom of the right column to tell us about it.

Watching Wife Swappers in a Porn Theater

I spent a couple of the summers of my youth in South Carolina. I can't tell you much about Hilton Head or Plantations or the history of the state, because I spent almost all of my days there working under the hot sun on my grandfather's farm, and all of my evenings in three porn theaters (including one drive-in theater) that were fairly nearby. It was an education on many levels. It was there that I learned that more than one "conservative" husband enjoyed seeing their wives fucking in porn theaters. And it was there that I saw my first set of "wife-swappers," as they were still known back in the 70's.

The theater was called "The Flick" and it was located in Greenville. From the outside, it looked like a converted convenience store. Inside, it was clean and housed a fairly decent theater - wider than it was deep - with a real projector and theater seats. I went there with some frequency, just for the porn. After all, I was a young man with natural urges. I was too young for the bar, and the only other possibility for meeting girls was at my grandparents church. I didn't see that as a viable option. The internet didn't exist, and the letters V, H and S still had no meaning. Hardcore porn was limited to theaters and sleazy bookstores, so I spent time in both.

Over the course of my early visits I had been lucky enough to watch a few couples at The Flick. Most just played together, letting the rest of us watch. One chubby mom was more "accommodating".  Again, I was happy just to watch. So that particular night, the sound of high heels coming through the door wasn't a complete surprise. The sounds of two pairs of heels, however, turned all of our heads.

Surprising Pickup Goes All the Way in a Porn Theater

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More Help for Couples in Porn Theaters

I have had a several emails lately asking - essentially - the same questions. They come from couples who have been visiting their local porn theaters and would like to play, but aren't exactly sure how. Some time ago, I posted some Tips for Couples in Porn Theaters, but as I review it now, I see that I focused more on how to control the crowd and to feel comfortable in a theater. The new questions touch on things like:

• How do I let someone know I am interested?
• We want to watch other couples, but don't want to be perceived as "creepy stalkers".
• Do I have to tell them exactly what I want, or can things just sort of develop naturally.
• What if we want to leave the theater with someone?

You get the idea. So, with that in mind, let me list a few ideas. If you haven't read the other Tips post, check it out for some general background, then come back and pick things up here again.

"Word of Mouth" at the Porn Theater

My first sexual experiences were less than stellar. As a fairly young man, my level of excitement was so high that I (sadly) often finished way too soon. Thankfully, an older woman taught me two important lessons way back then. First, that initial ejaculation really meant very little, as my erection returned almost immediately (remember those days?). Second, as long as I satisfied her, she really didn't care how I did it. As a result, I learned to eat pussy. And, I am told, I learned to do it well. Getting a woman off orally a time or two before I penetrated her made sure she was already happy, and it often had the effect of lowering my racing heart rate, allowing me to keep my "composure" under control.

Skill at cunnilingus is really skill at paying attention. Every woman is different. So we begin by softly exploring and experimenting. A bit of this, a little of that. Long laps or tiny flicks? Inside the labia or along the side? Fingers or not? Nibble the clit now or wait a bit a longer? By paying attention to her response, we learn what she likes and what she craves. We find the way to arouse her, hold her there and finally bring the warm relief she is aching for. Oral skills most certainly pay off in porn theaters. Many times, rather than reaching in and grabbing with the mob, I ask the lady if she might enjoy a little oral attention. If the question is appropriately timed, the response is usually positive. Needless to say, she is usually willing, if not eager, to reciprocate in some way. Even if she isn't there are rewards.

Exploring Tokyo Valentino with an Exhibitionist Wife

It always pays to have manners in a porn theater. Always. Be polite. Make eye contact. Use your words. Smile. Trust me, women will notice and it will set you out from the rest of the crowd. Last night my manners, and my ignorance, helped me hit the jackpot in a new location.

Tokyo Valentino in Atlanta is hardly a porn theater, but I was curious about what I had heard and since the Buford Twin has closed, I needed a way to pass a night in the ATL, so I decided to check it out. The building has been recently remodeled. It is nicely done; upscale with a massive retail area that is clearly designed to attract couples. I knew I was heading into a large building, but after wandering through four separate retail areas, I was no closer to finding the adult play area than I was when I walked in.

The real Candida Royalle.
See her movies here.

I was making my second pass through the retail area when I nearly bumped into them. Her long, straight, black hair reminded me of Candida Royalle back in the day. Her dress gave off that 70's vibe, too. It was long. All the way to the floor, but the top was a halter, tied behind her neck and providing both cleavage and side boob exposure. He was a step behind her as we met, coming around one of the tall retail displays.

"Pardon me," I said. "I guess all this stuff has me a little distracted, and a little lost." They chuckled their agreement and we continued on our separate ways. That was it. No extended conversation. No attempt to get to know them. Just simple courtesy. Manners.

As for the ignorance, I finally wandered over to the fairly busy counter and asked the guy about the area I was looking for.  He told me that I actually had to walk back outside, go down the stairs and enter the building through another door. It's marked "video booths" off the back parking lot. I thanked him, turned around, and saw the couple again, standing just a few feet behind me. I nodded toward them, in some unspoken greeting/goodbye, and stepped out into the warm Georgia heat, making my way down the stairs.

Porn (and more) at the Drive-In

There are still a few of them around the country, but most disappeared a long time ago. They were one of the symbols of the new, upscale, mobile lifestyle that seemed to sweep the country after WW II. We were in love with our cars. They were bigger, quieter and flashier than ever. Interstate highways were popping up everywhere, allowing Americans to ride their shiny new machines farther than they had ever gone before. Suburbs became possible, because we no longer had to ride public transportation or walk to work. Motel chains, Kampgrounds, drive-in restaurants and a plethora of other businesses were created to take advantage of our love affair with the automobile. None of them were more iconic than the drive-in movie theater.

Families, nervous kids on their first dates, and veteran neckers alike all found their spots at the drive-in back in the day. These were theaters that showed first run movies, normally as double features. And they had all the amenities: concession stands, playgrounds for the kids and picnic tables to let you enjoy a feast as you ogled Hollywood's best.  Eventually, people got tired of the lousy sound that came through that metal speaker, temperamental weather conditions and screaming kids in the back seat. Bit by bit, the quality of the movies fell off, and soon there weren't enough couples left looking for a cheap place to park to support most drive ins. So, as the 70's wore on, most of them faded away.

Like traditional theaters, a few of them were sold to those who found that they could still turn an easy profit showing porn. One such theater was just outside Spartanburg, South Carolina. I spent a few summers in the 70's as a young man in the sweltering sauna of the Palmetto State. My grandparents lived there, squeezing the last few dollars of profit out of a family farm. I worked during the day, and then worked hard trying to figure out how to stay out of their "parlor" on weeknights, and out of their church on the weekend. At some point, I stumbled over the drive in. It took half the summer before I worked up the nerve to pull in. Fortunately, they weren't overly diligent in checking IDs. As long as I had some pictures of Lincoln and Washington, they were more than happy to let me enjoy the show.