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.

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.

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.

A Little Spanish Pays Off in the Porn Theater

Back in high school, did you ever say, "Why am I studying this? I'm never gonna use it for the rest of my life."? I said it often. I said it about algebra. I said it about ancient history. I said it about Shakespeare. And I said it for two years worth of Spanish classes. I still don't read Shakespeare. Haven't thought about the ancient Greeks (except for the isle of Sapphos) for decades, and I can't remember the last time I solved for X. But I was wrong about Spanish. Over the years, my work has forced me to bring it out from time to time. And a recent visit to Fantasyland 2 in Tampa made me very, very happy that I have some rudimentary skills in Español.

A Nice Show at the CVE

I had wandered into the CVE, a nice little adult bookstore and theater near Charlotte, North Carolina fairly early on a Friday evening. The place had been getting a nice flow of couples on the weekends and I was nearby and alone so I figured I would see what might unfold.

The usual crowd of guys was hanging around the video games in the booth area. That's never a good sign, although they told me that a couple was just getting settled into the theater. I went straight in and saw them sitting about halfway down on the left side. She was on the aisle, he was to her left. I took a seat on the aisle on the right side, one row ahead of them. For the next ten or fifteen minutes other guys came and went, waiting to see if a show was about to begin.

They sat close, "cuddled" and whispered quietly between themselves as they watched the movie. They kissed occasionally but, for the most part, they kept everything pretty much PG. They were early 40's, perhaps. She was tall, pretty and dressed in a subtly sexual way. Her skirt wasn't short, but it had an amazing slit that caused it to almost disappear when she moved her legs a certain way. Her top was buttoned up, but she was showing a generous amount of cleavage. Her heels were high and she wore sexy stockings rather than pantyhose - a fact confirmed when her slit opened and the skirt fell to either side of those long, crossed legs.

Swapping at the Buford Highway Twin

So the Buford Highway Twin Theater in Doraville, Georgia, just outside of Atlanta, has closed again. This time it looks like it is for good, as the local laws have made the adult business illegal. The owners are reportedly looking for a new location, but the history that was the Buford Twin has come to a close. I have several good memories of this place. And a few dull ones. Like all theaters, particularly when it comes to the opportunities for a sexual encounter, things at the Buford were always "hit or miss". I lost count of the misses that I experienced there, but the "hits" always kept me coming back.

Of course, bringing your own woman seriously increases your chances for a good time. I have wandered back through some of my archives, and found this account of one of my favorite nights at the Buford. It is as I wrote it many years ago. Edited only for better sense now that some of the particulars of my life have changed.

Wanda Goes Black at the Porn Theater

Long before anyone invented the acronym FWB, Wanda and I were exactly that. We simply called one another fuck-buddies and it was an arrangement that worked well for both of us. Many people we knew assumed we were a couple. And we were – sort of. Much in the same way that a couple of alley cats who sleep under the same tarp most nights are a couple. We did set up house together for a while. Nearly a year, in fact. But even then we both had our own places to retreat to whenever it might have been convenient, and there was no pretense of sexual fidelity. Ours was an open, complicated, relationship. Frankly, for us, it was pretty simple. We liked each other, got along very well and we both loved to fuck. We just never expected the other one to restrict said fucking to our bed.

The great thing about a fuck-buddy like Wanda is that they are excellent co-conspirators. As a result, they can help you arrange things that might not otherwise be possible. For instance, Wanda wanted to rob not one, but two, young men of their manhood at the same time. It wasn’t that hard for me to find willing volunteers for her. Likewise, I long ago checked that “threesome with two sisters” fantasy off my bucket list, thanks to Wanda. So when she told me one night that she wanted nothing but black guys in a semi-public setting, I knew that I would be escorting her to the porn theater.

Ma and Pa Come to Town - And Visit a Porn Theater

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Asian Woman Brings GFE to Porn Theater Sex

Let’s be clear. Porn theater sex is dirty. That’s part of the appeal. If we wanted roses, chocolates, champagne and heart-shaped beds we would be somewhere else. The thrill, of course, is doing what you are not supposed to, with someone you’re not supposed to do it with, in a place where you aren’t supposed to do it. On top of that, a lot of porn theaters are dirty. Not all, of course, but many. So dirty sex in a dirty place usually does not lead to what hookers refer to as “the girlfriend experience”. There is no cuddling afterward. Nobody asks “was it good for you?” It’s all about the pure animal act. It is usually fast, often uncomfortable and always without emotion.

Almost always. If I ever saw a woman who made porn theater sex sensuous, tender and GFE-like, it was a memorable little Asian chick in Tampa.

Worth the Wait at Fantasyland in Tampa

Fantasyland continues to provide a clean, comfortable place for couples (and others) to play, offering a nice variety of venues under one roof. Up front there is a bright, clean, well-stocked adult store. Off the sales floor, there are three major areas. First is the infamous pool room, which is large enough for four tables, plus scattered chairs and three TV screens. The night I was there, a bowl game was playing on one, making it a pretty popular place, even though few people were actually shooting pool. I’m not sure if it was some sort of a special occasion, but there was pizza available to the patrons in there, too.

Quiet Saturday Night at the Buford Twin

Saturday was a reasonably quiet night at the Buford Twin in Atlanta. I was making my way across the state and took advantage of the opportunity to drop by one of the few adult theaters in the southeast where couples occasionally visit.

There were a fair number of cars parked near the theater when I pulled in around 10. That’s usually a good sign. Then I noticed that many of them had guys sitting in them, watching the door of the theater, waiting couples. That, of course, is not a good sign.

I went in any way and laid down my 14 dollars, then wandered into the theater on the left. As I walked down the left aisle I was surprised to see a couple in the couples section. I took a seat a row behind them, on the opposite side of the aisle. They were just watching the movie. Within five minutes of my arrival, they were walking out the door. The guy sitting in front of me said that they had been there for about 45 minutes and had done nothing.

It didn’t take long before another couple entered. They stayed as far from the couples sections as possible, preferring to sit in the last row on the right side. Watching the crowd gather and hearing the friendly chatter among the group, it was obvious that they were comfortable regulars.

Introducing Amy to Porn Theaters

I met "John and Amy" through a mutual friend. Actually, I met John when a bunch of us got together to watch a playoff game many, many years ago. We got along well and found out that both of us were just learning the game of golf and decided to get together some time for a round. Men can talk about a lot of things on the golf course, but sooner or later the conversation turns to women in general and sex in particular. I found out that John was married. He found out that I was seeing a couple of different women so my sex life seemed to be a frequent topic of conversation.

Early on in our friendship, I was reluctant to tell him everything that I was into, but eventually I told him about my interest in porn theaters. He had been to a couple, but couldn't believe the things I (vaguely) described  that went on. I told him to take his wife sometime and check it out for himself. He told me, almost predictably, that there was no way his wife would agree to that.  So it was that John and I began visiting a few local theaters together from time to time.

We were fortunate to see a few ladies on those visits. Even more fortunately we got to play with a couple of them. I even invited him along one night when Wanda and I went together. As much as he seemed to enjoy the scene he kept talking about getting his wife there. He surprised me one day by inviting me to his home for dinner. He wanted me to meet Amy. No "funny business", as he put it, just dinner.

Live Sex Show in a Chattanooga Porn Theater

Those of us "of a certain age" can still remember live sex shows. They came in two forms. First were the peep shows with "Live Nude Girls" behind the glass. (That always struck me as better than the alternative, once you think about it.) In some cases, these girls did their thing on a stage surrounded by small windows that opened into peep booths where men would drop money into a machine that would give them a peek for a minute or two. Generally the girls just stripped. Some masturbated.

More popular were the one-on-one booths where you not only saw a girl, but you got to chat with her on the phone, telling her what do do and listening to her talk dirty while she fucked herself. In some towns, there was even an opening in the glass for more "interactive" enjoyment.

Harder to find in most of the country were shows that involved men and women. Sometimes it happened behind the protection of glass. Other times, most notably in NY and San Francisco, the show was on an open stage. I have been fortunate enough to witness some audience participation shows in Mexico and Japan. I thought those days were long gone, but I was treated to a nice trip down memory lane a few nights ago in Chattanooga, Tennessee, at the Cinema One Adult Theater.

Brenda Plays with a Couple at CVE

Brenda is a petite little thing that I had played with a couple of times over the course of a year or so. I found her online, enjoyed a few cyber sessions with her that told me she had a very dirty mind for a “respectable” lady and finally had the chance of enjoying her tight little body in a hotel room on an unforgettable Saturday night (and more than a few times since!).

We had talked about exhibitionism almost since our first conversations. The idea of theater sex has intrigued her and we actually visited Annabelle's at one point, but she wasn't ready to “take the plunge” at that time. I am glad to report that she found herself quite ready when she finally agreed to let me take her to Charlotte's only adult theater, the CVE of Gastonia, NC.

We went on a Friday night, getting there early enough that I hoped to avoid most of the more aggressive patrons. We went straight to the couples’ theater, which was empty. That was fine. It gave her a chance to relax. As we watched the movie we began to play.

Frustrating night at Annabelle's in Winston Salem, NC

I may very well have spent the strangest night of my life in an adult theater a couple of weeks ago. The scene was Annabelle's, the bookstore/video arcade/theater complex in Winston-Salem, NC.  To borrow a phrase, it was the best of nights, it was the worst of nights.

My date for the evening fell through, and I couldn't get plan B to come through either, but since there is very little to do in Winston-Salem on a Saturday night, I figured I would go solo and run some recon on the place.