We’d gone out for a nice dinner, something we try to do when we’re in Denver because there are not a lot of restaurant options near where we live. After, on the way back to my brother’s house, Richard asked, “You wanna go check out the dirty bookstore?”
I knew there was an adult store not too far out of our way that offered magazines, DVDs, toys, video booths, and even a small theater, although we hadn’t been there in years – and I liked that Richard was apparently horny. I reached across and squeezed him; sure enough, hard and big! “What do you have in mind, big boy?”
He laughed. “Oh, you know. Check things out, get you a new toy for me to play with, maybe one for me, some lube… “
“Since when have I ever needed lube?”
“I meant for me.”
“Oh, well that’s different!” We both laughed, and I said, “Sure, let’s go. It’s not even eight-thirty yet.”
As he took the next highway exit, he said, “I wonder if they still have those glory hole booths.”
“Those were kinda fun.” I’d given a couple of handjobs to anonymous cocks while riding Richard’s lap, offering a peep show of us fucking to anyone that put an eye to the hole instead of a cock, and the whole thing had been a messy, arousing good time, but I was unwilling to give blowjobs – too risky!
“We could do a sequel.”
I shrugged. “We’ll see.”
Once there, we wandered inside to look around. Row after row of movies, walls covered with every sex toy imaginable, lubes, books, sexy undies for men and women… it was endless. A few men were shopping, and I got the usual sidelong glances. In one dead-end aisle, I reached under my skirt and slipped out of my panties, handing them to Richie.
I was wet and horny, of course, and he sniffed them because of course he did; it’s what he does. “Ohh, yum! Fuck, babe...” He stood there with them hanging from his fingers like he was going to set up a concession to charge the other guys for a sniff!
“Put those in your pocket! Jeez, Richard.”
He finally did, and we bought our selections, a nice, thick (but not monstrous!) lifelike dildo for me, about six inches of firm, supple, flesh-colored rubber compound of some sort that would stretch me nicely, and some AstroGlide and a black anal probe vibrator for him. As he was paying, he asked the cashier, “What’s the deal on the theater?”
“Ten dollars for you, but she’s free.”
He looked at me. “You want to?”
I thought about it for a moment, hesitating at the perception of an illicit, seedy porn theater, but felt a little frisson of arousal run through me at the possibilities. I think it was my body rather than my mind that prompted me to reply, “Sure, why not!”
She offered to keep our bag behind the counter while we were in the theater and we took her up on it. As we crossed to the theater entrance I could feel the cool air of the store playing over the moist heat of my bare pussy, an awareness that just made me hornier. We’d seen a couple of men come and go from the theater door (or, more likely, cum and go) while we shopped and so expected it to be mostly single men, and so it proved.
We stopped just inside the door to let our eyes adjust as we looked around. I’ve only been in a few adult theaters, along with a couple of trips to adult arcade booths - always with my husband – but the scent was always the same; cum, testosterone, Lysol spray, and some kind of disinfectant cleaner used for mopping the floors, probably something like Pine Sol. My mind had come to associate the smell with raw, dirty sex games and illicit, nasty places, and it made my heart race and my pussy pulse and drip.
Our eyes adjusting to the flickering light from the screen, where an overly-made-up woman who’d failed to just say no to ludicrously large implants was being “made airtight” by three big cocks, we finally began to get the lay of the land. We’d entered at the center rear, and there were five old-style fold-up theater chairs on each side of the aisle, six or seven rows deep front to back, each row dead-ending at the side walls of the room. The rear row on either side of us was tight against the back wall.
Not a big room, the sixty or so seats pretty much filled it, the front row about ten feet back from the screen. There were maybe fifteen to eighteen people in the room – not crowded – and despite it being mostly men I was relieved to see I was not the only woman in the place.
Immediately beside me (I was to the right of Richard) to my right, the first three seats were occupied, a woman between two men. She had a hard cock in each hand, slowly jacking them as the guy on her right (who had a seriously big cock!) licked and sucked on an exposed breast and fingered her pussy, her legs spread wide for him. The other guy, right next to me on the aisle, I took to be her husband based on the way he was leaning forward, staring at his wife being fingered while she stroked the other man’s large, rigid erection. It’s what Richard would have done.
There were a couple of guys sitting in front of them, watching over their shoulders. One of them was also jerking off, the other squeezing himself through his pants. I had an urge to reach down and touch the cute cock of the man next to me, the one whose (assumed) wife was fondling him while focusing most of her attention on the well-endowed guy on her opposite side, but I didn’t; I just stood there and dripped.
Richard knew; he knew how I was. He reached behind me and trailed his fingers up my thigh and beneath my skirt to my bare ass. Moving to the middle, he pushed his fingers between my legs and slid one finger between my lips, sliding easily in my abundant slick. When he touched my hard clit, I let out an involuntary gasp, a soft “Ohh!” that caught the attention of the man next to me. He glanced up, smiled, and went back to watching his wife and her well-hung friend.
Richard whispered, “Jeez, babe…” as he withdrew his wet, teasing finger and sucked it clean. He looked around the room before whispering, “I wonder what’s going on over there.”
The “over there” he indicated was a few rows forward on the other side of the aisle, where several people – men – had gathered. As we got closer, we could see that they mostly surrounded a younger couple. The woman was sitting bent forward over her (presumed) husband’s lap, sucking his cock, his pants around his knees. Her full, soft breasts were exposed, the top of her dress pushed down. The skirt portion was pushed up as well, exposing her long legs, but she had them clasped tightly together, not making herself available to wandering eyes – or fingers!
As we watched, she let his long, slender erection slip from her lips and sat up, pulling her heels up onto the front corners of her seat and spreading her knees far apart, and it became apparent that she hadn’t had her legs clasped for modesty, but to keep the big rubber dildo that was inside of her from slipping out! The guy I assumed to be her husband immediately seized it and began to fuck her with it, his long, wet cock standing up stiffly from his lap.
She was moaning and pumping her hips as he slid it in and out of her, and the light from the screen glinted on her juices smearing the shaft. It was thick, much like the one we’d just purchased, but perhaps longer, although he wasn’t utilizing its full length. She had a full complement of dark hair on her mound and around her sex, and her pussy looked happily aroused, pink and messy, tight around the thick fake cock. The other men, several of whom had cock in hand, were gathered mostly to the rear and sides of the couple so they could bend forward to look down over shoulders and knees at the action, so we went to the row in front of them and took two seats, Richie on my right.
It was more awkward to turn to look at them than if we’d been alongside – plus, I felt a little funny doing so – but it was clear that they expected it and were putting on a show, so I did. When I did, as he fucked her with the dildo, he caught me admiring his proud, handsome penis, and we exchanged a smile, although I was glad he couldn’t see me blush!
One of the watchers pulled out a cell phone, and the husband said, “No pictures!”
The other guy pulled back, saying, “No, of course… I was just going to turn on the flashlight so we could see better.”
I heard Richard chuckle – it was a pretty funny exchange – and the husband replied, “Oh, ok, you can do that, but remember guys, no touching and no pictures or we’re outta here!”
I thought that was a pretty smart strategy; lay it out, and then if anyone thought about violating the rules they’d know everyone else would kick their butt when the free live show suddenly ended! And it was a show. Very clearly, these two were getting off on being watched. I was aroused by their brazen courage and exhibitionism, I think, and sort of wished I had the guts to be as bold as them.
As the flashlight lit the scene, the young woman’s pussy stretched tight and wet around the thick dildo was fully on display, the sparse hair around it wet and matted with her juices. Also on display was his long, slender erection – and several more in varying sizes and states of arousal surrounding them. Nobody but nobody was watching the movie, and I was juicing myself almost as much as she was!
I could see the attraction. They were both young and attractive, him slender and light-haired and her tawny, her thick, dark hair gloriously mussed, and a very nice, curvy, slightly fleshy figure. I saw later that what she was wearing was a long granny-style dress like you might have seen on some hippie girl in the sixties, but at the moment it was all bunched around her middle, the skirt pulled up to expose her legs and pussy and the top pulled down, putting her large, soft breasts and big, dark, erect nipples on full display, jiggling as she humped the big dildo.
I felt Richard’s hand slip under my skirt and heard him groan when he felt how hot and wet I was. He was going to make me come very quickly, as close as I already was, and I reached down and gripped his erection through his pants, squeezing him.
There was no question that the whole situation - the couple, the men looking on, cocks exposed, aroused and masturbating, us touching each other – had us at a fever pitch. I was almost shivering with the intensity of my arousal, and the view of her beautiful pink pussy, bare but for the bushy, dark patch of curls, stretched around the thick dildo made me envious.
Her hips pumping in time with her husband sliding the toy into her, she moaned and announced that she was coming – and I was pretty sure she wasn’t faking! As she climaxed, crying out, the man to my left, behind us on the woman’s side, grunted and thrust his hips forward. I think he was trying to cum on her (not sure how they would have felt about that!) but after one little spurt he mostly just pumped out a river of cum that fell harmlessly to the floor in audible splatters.
When he finished he stepped back, his cock still dripping and hanging out of his pants. With his space cleared in front of her, she pushed her husband’s arm away so that the dildo slid out of her and stood, straddling his legs and lowering herself onto his stiff cock! She was facing forward, and we locked eyes as she took him, her expression one of pure bliss as he slid in deeply, his cock, more slender than the dildo it replaced, meeting little resistance.
She groaned as she bottomed out, her pussy pressed to his balls, and another of the watchers came suddenly, spurting his white fountain onto the shoes of a couple of other onlookers who, if they even noticed, didn’t seem to mind. In fact, when he held out the cum-slathered dildo, one of them took it and immediately started to lick it clean, oblivious to the fresh cum on his shoes. The raw, nasty sexuality of it made my tummy clench with arousal.
Richard and I were turned toward each other, pivoted as much as we could in our seats to see behind us better, and with my legs apart so that he could play with my pussy my skirt had ridden up enough that others could see what we were doing. I was aroused enough to be beyond caring – and besides, his hand pretty much hid me from prying eyes. I’d been squeezing and stroking him through his pants, but now I managed to work his zipper down and reach inside, finding him hot, hard, and sticky with his own leakage.
I was watching the couple behind us, my eyes pretty much locked on where they were joined, the sight of his hard, wet cock sliding in and out of her almost mesmerizing, but when I glanced up I found her watching my face! Our eyes locked, and she gave me a little Mona Lisa smile as she brought her hands up and squeezed her breasts, mauling them roughly, pinching and tugging on her big, dark nipples. Watching her do that gave me sympathetic jolts of arousal in my nipples too, which were hard as diamonds, and I thumbed them through my shirt.
It worked for one of the other watchers next to them too, because he suddenly came, his cock only about eighteen inches from my face where I watched him strain and spurt, his white semen raining down on the knee and thighs of the female star of our little show. I don’t know if that was approved or not, the voyeurs coming on her, but her body seemed to approve as she shuddered and came, jamming herself down on her husband’s cock. Our eyes locked as she reached her peak, and I watched her expression as her orgasm ripped through her, thinking maybe I’d never seen anything quite as beautiful and erotic!
I’d been struggling to work my husband out through his open zipper, but as much as I love his cock when it’s big and hard, it is not flexible, nor very cooperative! I finally managed, though, dragging his impressive manhood out into the open and running my hand up and down his length. When I stroked the wet, precum-slick head of his cock, I came, all of the various stimuli coming together to thrust me into a powerful orgasm. I cried out and humped myself onto Richie’s fingers, not caring who saw or knew that I was coming, my eyes still locked with those of the woman behind us as we shared a moment.
When I’d ridden through my orgasm, my pussy still contracting on his fingers, she broke eye contact, but only to look down at my husband’s beautiful big cock. She smiled and licked her lips, pinching her nipples as she enjoyed the view, and then stood, sliding up and off of her husband’s stiff organ and leaving it sticking up in the air, shiny and wet with her juices.
She leaned between us, and I thought for a moment she meant to reach down and grab Richard’s cock, but instead, she put one arm on his shoulders and around his neck and the other in the same position on me as she bent forward us, her beautiful breasts suspended between our faces. Looking over her shoulder at her man, she said, “Fuck me, baby, fuck my horny pussy!”
I think her lewd command was mostly for the benefit of her adoring audience, but he wasted no time rising to his feet, gripping her hips, and sliding back into her from behind. I felt her body jolt as his tummy slammed against her bottom, and her breath came out in a warm, moist, musky-scented rush as he went deep inside of her.
He was laying it to her pretty good, her body bouncing forward slightly every time he went deep, her breasts bouncing becomingly. I envied her the good fucking, just the way I like it, taken from behind, hands gripping my hips, and a big, hard cock driving deep inside, heavy, cum-filled balls slapping against my horny pussy with each thrust. I shuddered with arousal, wondering if I might come when she did, and she felt it.
