First Trip to The Adult Theater

 It had been a lovely evening, my wife Ava and I had drinks in a cosy pub in town, and we were walking our way back home. After 15 minutes, I noticed a bright pink sign in the distance, on the left of the street we were walking on.

"Look at that!" I said to my wife as soon as we get close to it.

"Aren't you a little bit curious to see what it's like?" I asked Ava, as we were standing in front of the adult cinema.

"Not really no. It's a cinema that shows porn, so guys come here to jerk off. I think that's pretty straightforward..." she replied, rolling her eyes.

"What if I told you it turns me on to think of us going in there?" I said.

"What doesn't?" she quipped, "you're turned on all the time".

"Please, I just want to try! We can go in and if you're too uncomfortable, we'll get out."

Ava sighed. "Ugh... Fine, I guess. But if there are any weirdos in there, I'm out."

We walked into the dimly lit hallway of the theater. The smell of stale popcorn and sweat hit us immediately. The walls were plastered with lewd posters of naked men and women in various positions.

"You're really into this aren't you?" she whispered to me as we approached the counter.

"I'm into us trying new things," I said, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible.

The guy at the counter barely glanced at us as he took our money and handed us two tickets. We walked into the theater. The light was so low that we had to feel our way down the aisle. The screen was already playing some random scene of a guy hammering away at a woman. The sound was muffled but the rhythmic slap of flesh on flesh was unmistakable.

We found two empty seats in the middle row and sat down. The theater was almost empty, with maybe 10 people in there, old men mostly, some of them already with their dicks out, stroking away.

Ava leaned into me and whispered, "This is well awkward."

"What is?" I said, trying to keep my voice down.

"All these guys jerking off."

"Are you bothered by it?"

"Not really. Just a bit maybe. I mean, it was to be expected really... I'd rather they weren't, but I knew what it'd probably be like" she said, looking around.

"Let's ignore them," I suggested.

We sat down and watched the screen. Ava didn't really like watching porn, so I tried to get her in the mood.

"Fancy touching yourself?" I asked timidly.

"Sorry, what now?" She said as she turned my way, looking at me as if I had two heads and 6 pairs of hands.

"What?" I asked, playing dumb.

"I'm not touching myself here! There are people around, and I'm not really in the mood anyway."

"Why not?"

"Because it's weird!" She hissed back at me.

"Just do it discretely through your trousers then! Just for me..."

"Bryan..." She was visibly annoyed.

"Please?" I begged.

"Ugh! You're the worst." She looked around again, then took a deep breath and reached towards her crotch.

I watched her hand slide between her legs, over the fabric of her jeans. She started to rub herself gently. I felt my cock start to swell in my pants.

"Fuck, that's hot!" I whispered.

She was looking at the screen, an expression of boredom and frustration on her face, clearly she didn't really want to be here, and even less to be doing this.

An old man came to sit right behind Ava, and as soon as she noticed, she stopped rubbing and blushed.

"What's wrong?" I whispered.

"The old man," she whispered back.

"Don't worry, just keep going," I said, trying to encourage her.

She looked at me : "what the fuck? He's right here, he will know!"

"Does it bother you?"

"Well, yeah!"

"Why? We're all doing it here"

"It's not quite the same is it? I'm literally the only woman in here."

"That's kind of hot though isn't it?"

Ava sighed and leaned back in her chair, looking up at the ceiling. "I don't know why I agreed to come here."

"Well, we're here now, so let's make the most of it," I said, trying to get her back into the mood.

I leaned over and started to kiss her neck. She shivered and sighed, allowing me to continue. I reached down and unzipped her jeans, sliding my hand inside and finding her wetness.

"The guy behind us can see!" She whispered, trying to pull away.

"So what? It's a porn theater, it's what we're supposed to do here."

"Oh my god..." She rolled her eyes.

I ignored her protests and started to stroke her clit through her black underwear. She was already wet.

I reached for her t-shirt and started removing it. She stopped me. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"

"Taking your shirt off...?" I said, looking at her as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"Why?"

"Because I want to see your boobs."

"Those men will see them."

"I know, and that kind of turns me on."

"You're weird, you want them to look at my boobs?"

"They're amazing, they might as well enjoy them too..."

"I know they're amazing, but they're mine!", she quipped. "Ugh.. Whatever, they're just tits." She removed her t-shirt and unclipped her bra.

Her breasts were perfect, just the right size to fill my hands. I leaned down and took one in my mouth, sucking gently.

I looked around and noticed that the old man had moved closer, trying to get a better look. He was now stroking himself more vigorously.

Ava saw him and whispered, "Eww!"

"You know it turns me on, that you turn them on," I whispered back.

I took my hand away from her pussy and started to rub her nipple with my thumb.

"Can you take me in your hand?" I asked.

"Seriously?"

"Yeah, I want to cum."

"Here?"

"Where else?"

"I'd rather not, Bryan"

"Oh, okay..." I was disappointed. "Can you keep touching yourself at least? To help me?"

"Fine," she said, sliding her hand back into her pants.

I watched her hand move rhythmically up and down her pussy, while I stroked my own cock. The scene on the screen had changed to a woman giving a blowjob.

The old man behind Ava stood up and moved forward, his hands reaching for her chest from behind.

"What the fuck!" She screamed, jumping up and slapping his hands away.

"Ava, just let him, it'll help him." I said, not taking my eyes off her hand.

"What? You want me to let him touch my boobs?!"

"As you said, it's just tits, no?"

"I mean, yes, I suppose. But it's still weird to have someone else touching them!"

"What about you touching him, then?"

She looked utterly shocked "uh... I... What..."

"Just a quick handjob." I offered.

"Are you fucking serious?"

"Yeah, I mean, with all the experience you have from me, he won't last that long!"

Ava looked at me with a mix of annoyance and bewilderment. "You really want me to jerk this guy off...?"

I nodded, my own hand moving faster over my erection. "It's just a bit of fun, babe."

"Who's to say you're not gonna hold that against me one day? Or that it'll have some serious consequences on us, on our marriage?"

"Come on, you know me, you know my kinks, if anything that just makes me horny and... Happy i guess!"

Ava looked around nervously, the reality of the situation setting in. "How am I supposed to do that? Like... Should I get it over with quickly, or do you want me to tease him... I.. I don't...". She was unsettled, i could tell, but not in a panicked way, it felt more like she wanted to make sure that we did this the right way.

"Honey, it's ok, we're ok, I want this. It really turns me on to think of you pleasing someone else, so in a sense the longer it goes on for, the better for me!"

"So... Teasing him?" Ava's voice was low and trembled slightly, her eyes still darting around the room, checking if anyone else had noticed our little show.

"Only if you're comfortable with it" I whispered in her ear, feeling the heat of her breath on my cheek.

Ava took a deep breath, glanced at the old man, and then back at me.

"I don't know... What if... Like..." she trailed off.

"Or just make him cum quickly if you prefer. We both know you can do that, right?" I say playfully.

"Isn't that true!" She said, rolling her eyes. She sighs, "I think maybe I'll do a quick one, if that's ok?" she asks, looking at me for confirmation.

"Of course! I'm so fucking turned on that honestly, i really don't mind!" I say before laughing.

Ava chuckles lightly, her eyes locking with mine, and then she turns to face the old man. He's already standing, his pants open, stroking his cock. She looks down at his erection, then back up at me, her eyes wide. I nod eagerly, and she kneels on her seat, her belly resting om the backrest, facing him.

Her tits swayed from the movement, and i can't help but stare at them. They're magnificent out there, standing proudly, nipples erect -probably from the cool air blasting from the air conditioning-, displayed to all in this dimly lit room.

The old man is certainly captivated too, his eyes locked on my wife's bare ample chest like a hawk spotting a field mouse. He's a bit rougher in his strokes, probably imagining her hand on him. Ava looks at him with a mix of curiosity and revulsion, but also a hint of excitement.

"You want this?" she says to him, her voice steady, almost teasing.

The old man nods vigorously, his eyes not leaving her chest. She reaches out tentatively and takes his cock in her hand. It's surprisingly firm for his age, and she can feel it pulse with excitement.

"Fucking hell..." I hear her mumble.

"What's that?" I ask.

"It's just... it's so weird," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the soundtrack of the film.

"What's weird?" I ask, trying to keep my voice low and calm.

"Having another man's cock in my hand, in a public place," she hisses. "Also, he's like... Rock hard..."

I chuckle, "I can see that, babe. I mean... You do have your tits out, and you're holding his cock in your hand, so...."

"I know... It's just..." She leans in towards me, her hand still wrapped around the old man's shaft, but not moving yet. "He's old so I kind of thought he wouldn't really get it up, you know... But, it's definitely up..." she whispers to me.

I laugh out loud, the tension in the room momentarily breaking. "Well, you do know how to work your magic," I tease, giving her a playful nudge. The old man grunts, his eyes never leaving Ava's tits.

Ava starts to stroke him, her hand moving slowly at first, then gradually picking up speed. She's a pro at this, I think to myself, watching her intently. She's done this countless times for me, but seeing her do it to someone else is a new kind of hot.

"Fuck, yes," the old man moans, his eyes closed now, lost in the sensation of Ava's skilled hand. She glances over at me, her face a mix of amusement and embarrassment.

I lean in closer to her, whispering, "Keep going, you're doing great."

Slowly, with my right hand, i reach up to my wife's left thigh, sliding my fingers on the fabric of her jeans, making my way, slowly but steadily, towards the most intimate part of her, my heart racing as i go. She gasps a little but doesn't pull away. I feel a bit of wetness through the fabric. She's turned on by this.

Ava's right hand moves faster and faster on the old man's cock. She's good at this, I know, but the look on her face tells me she's not fully into it. I whisper in her ear, "you're so good at this, I'm so turned on right now...". I grab her left hand and slowly guides it to my cock. "Feel how hard you make me..."

Her hand wraps around my cock, and she tightens her grip around it, her thumb reaching up to brush the tip, spreading the precum that's already there. The feeling sends a bolt of pleasure through me, and i know it turns Ava on too. She loves feeling how hard she makes me, and most of all, she loves making me feel good (how did i get this lucky?).

My fingers find their way under her jeans, quickly running along her slit over the fabric of her underwear. She's wet, so wet. The tip of my index run over her hairy bush, then down between her labia, brushing the top of her clitoris on the way. She shivers. I move further down, my finger over her entrance as I push in slightly, feeling her wetness surround me.

Ava's hand on my cock starts to move in tandem with the hand on the old man's cock. I can feel her getting more into it, her strokes becoming more confident and sure. The old man's breathing is getting heavier and heavier, he's not going to last long, that's for sure.

"Don't jerk me off, i just wanted you to feel how hard you're making me" I tell her, my fingers still dancing all over her wet underwear. "Focus on him, give him a good time".

Her head tilts back, probably from my two fingers slightly spreading her labia and brushing her clit. She shivers and lets out the slightest moan, barely louder than a sigh. But i know my wife, and I know that sigh, she's loving it. She turns to me.

"Take care of him. I'm right here next to you..." I say, reassuringly, before kissing her sensually, my fingers now tracing slow circles around her clitoris.

She nods, "yeah..." she says, her eyes glazed over with lust. She focuses back on the old man's cock, her hand moving with more confidence. He's close, I can tell by the way he's breathing, and by the way Ava's stroking him now. She's really getting into it.

Her hand moves up and down his shaft, faster and faster, and he's moaning louder and louder. She squeezes tighter, and I can see his body tense up.

"I'm getting close..." he grunts.

Ava glances at me for guidance, and I nod, giving her the go-ahead, as I intensify the movements of my fingers. She squeezes harder and strokes faster, her eyes widening as she watches the man's face contort with pleasure, her own pleasure slowly building up. Her body spasms between every other stroke of her hand on the old guy's member, her head tilts back, her breaths growing louder, heavier.

Slowly, the old man's left hand, that had been resting on Ava's headrest until now, moves up to her chest, cupping her right breast. She felt his hot, sweaty palm, brush against her erect nipple, making her shiver more than she already was. She turned to me, her eyes questioning.

I nodded, "this is so fucking hot Ava, keep going, you're so fucking good...". Seeing the old man grab her breast threw me over the edge, and i could not resist grabbing my own cock in my hand. I am so bloody hard, like i don't think i have ever been before.

Her strokes become more erratic, her own arousal clearly taking over. She bites her lip and I know she's fighting back a moan. The old man's hand squeezes her breast, and she gasps, her eyes fluttering shut for a moment.

"How does that feel...?" I ask, as i feel her getting wetter around my fingers by the second.

"Hmm... Good... Hmm..." She manages to mumble between two heavy breaths. Understandable, as I now have two fingers inside of her entrance, slowly moving in and out.

The old man's breaths are getting shorter and shorter, his hand gripping her tit harder. She's doing such a good job, her hand a blur on his cock now, the wet noises from her palm slapping against his skin echoing through the room.

I'm now full-on masturbating, the sight in front of me too much to handle.

The old man hand moves slightly, just enough so that he can pinch her nipple between his thumb and index. Her back arches, and, this time, she moans out loud. Nothing crazy like you would hear in a porn movie, but louder than usual : the sexiest sound in the world. The sound that throws me over the edge.

In a split second, my semen shoots out of my cock, hitting Ava's tummy. The sudden sensation of my warm cum on her skin snaps her out of the momentary trance she was in. She opens her eyes wide, looking at my cock, spurting cum like never before, and then up to me, her eyes filled with a mix of shock and arousal, her orgasm clearly building faster as she feels her own husband's cum landing on her bare skin.

The old man, lost in his own world, doesn't even notice what's happening beside him. He's getting closer and closer to climax, his eyes tightly shut, his breathing heavy, his body tensing. Ava, now fully in control of her hand movements, strokes him with an experienced rhythm that I know drives me crazy, as I keep fucking her with my fingers.

Her hand moves up and down his shaft, squeezing and releasing, her thumb rubbing the sensitive spot just under the head. His noises grow more intense, his hips moving slightly, pushing himself into her grip. I can see the veins bulging in his cock, and know he's just moments away.

The old man's other hand moves up to grab her other boob. Both his hands are wrapped around my wife's tits as tightly as possible, his hands squeezing them at regular intervals, pushing them against eachother. I knew what this felt like. The sense of fullness when both her breasts are in your hand, the feeling of her nipples poking against the palm of your hands... This drove me crazy, and i knew it did him too. If there was a good way to cum, this sure was one, and I'm ready to bet that this old guy was having the best day he had had for a good few years.

Ava's hand is a blur on the old man's cock, and I can see the cum forming at the tip of his penis, ready to spurt out any moment. She's looking at me, her eyes glazed with a mix of shock, excitement and a hint of "Oh my god, i'm doing this!"

"Just keep going, baby, you're so close..." I whisper, my voice strained with anticipation.

Ava nods, her cheeks flushed and eyes wide with a mix of excitement and disbelief. She strokes him faster, her hand a blur in the dim light, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoing through the theater. The old man's face contorts with pleasure, and he starts panting heavily.

His hands leave Ava's breasts to rest on his hips. I know what's going on, he's going to spray her tits with his cum, and he doesn't want to get his hands dirty. God, I'm so horny right now.

The moment is almost unbearable, the anticipation hanging in the air as thick as the scent of sex. And then it happens. The old man lets out a guttural groan, and a hot jet of cum arcs out of his cock, splattering against Ava's chest, right in between her breasts. Her hand slows down (she always does it when she realises I'm cumming, maybe to prolong the pleasure?), making slow but deliberate movements, up and down, from the base of his cock to the tip, ensuring that every drop is coaxed out. With every stroke, a thick, warm, white rope of semen shoots out, one hitting her just above her right nipple, the cum dripping down, a small white drop hanging from the tip, and another one smacking right on her chin.

Ava's eyes are wide, but she doesn't pull away. She keeps her hand moving, the old man's cum sticky on her skin, as she watches him with a mix of shock and fascination.

What came next was a surprise, i had never seen her doing that and i thought i was going to explode.

With her other hand, she proceeds to reach for her chest, and slowly, with the tips of her fingers, she starts to spread the sticky warmth of the old man's cum over her breasts, using it as some sort of lube as she caresses her own nipples with the sticky substance. I am utterly spellbound, watching this. I've never seen my wife this way, this brazenly sexual in public, and it's turning me on like nothing else has before.

Slowly, in a final stroke, my wife's hand tightens around the old guy's shaft, extracting one last spurt of cum. He gasps and sighs, his body going limp as the pleasure subsides. Now with both hands, she slowly spreads the old man's hot semen on her tits, her fingers pinching and playing with her own nipples, rolling them into hard peaks.

My fingers, still buried inside of her wet vagina, that has stopped moving from the surprise, started moving again. I wanted to make her cum so bad. I could feel her pussy tightening around my fingers, the warmth of her juices coating them. She's still caressing herself, playing with the old man's cum, spreading it all over her breasts, her nipples standing proudly like two little soldiers.

Slowly, i pulled my finger out of her entrance, and, determined to give her the best orgasm, moved to her clit and started circling it in a fast and steady pattern. She moaned and leaned into my touch, her eyes never leaving the scene unfolding before her.

The old man, spent, stepped back, his cock still out and dripping. Slowly, my wife leant forward, bringing her head closer to the old man's crotch. Maybe she was bored, maybe the intrusive thoughts won in that moment, but i saw her tongue slowly darting out of her mouth. In a movement that seemed to last an eternity, she brought it to the tip of the old man's cock. With a slow movement, barely touching the red skin of his tip, she licked the few drops of cum that remained, before bringing her tongue back into her mouth to swallow them.

The old man looked surprised, then a smile spread across his face. After a few seconds, Ava slowly opened her mouth, and I watched as her lips wrapped around the old man's now soft cock. She began to suck him clean, her eyes looking up at him, then back at me. She took him out of her mouth and as she did, she let out a moan, letting me know that my fingers were hitting the right spot and that she was getting close.

Her head moved forward again and she took the old man's limp dick into her mouth again, this time with more enthusiasm, her cheeks hollowing out as she sucked him clean. The taste of his cum was foreign to her, but she didn't pull away.

Slowly, she started bobbing her head up and down, wondering if she could make that old loser hard again, right after cumming.

She didn't do it for him. Not even for me. She did it for her, because her body required that old and soft cock in her mouth as her orgasm built.

She didn't even care if it felt good for this guy, at this moment, she just wanted to taste his cum, she wanted to feel a cock in her mouth, to feel the skin and the veins against her lips and her cheeks, to feel the hot, throbbing tip against her tongue. She wanted to be full, and on the moment, that was the perfect way of doing that.

As her head bobbed slowly on the old man's shaft, i ran the same circles around her clitoris. The only thing that mattered to me at that moment was her, her orgasm, making her feel fucking good. I wanted to feel her wetness flow between her legs, to feel her hips spasm, to feel her push her pussy against my hand as waves for pleasure ran through her body.

Her having that old limp loser's dick in her mouth? It was just added bonus, and if it felt good to her to have his wrinkly penis in her mouth, to taste his cum as he grew soft, then i wanted that for her too.

I could tell by the way her lips were tightening around him, and the way her cheeks were hollowing in turn, that she was sucking him in the best way ahe knew how. Her tongue was drawing quick, sensual circles right around the tip of his cock. She was trying to bring him, well, his cock, back to life.

And i have to say, it seems like it's working. His limp dick is swelling by the second, and my wife has to open her mouth slightly wider to accommodate his growing erection.

"Fuck, you're making him hard again..." I say, surprised that this old man has it in him to get another boner so quickly.

As his cock swells, my wife's pleasure builds up. It's like their pleasure are two entities, linked with eachother in this bizarre dance of lust. I can see her head bob faster, and her other hand is still playing with her breasts, smearing the cum across her skin. She's getting closer, and I can feel it.

He's getting closer, she can feel it.

Every 10 seconds or so, Ava stops bobbing her head, her mouth wrapped around the tip of his cock. I know what she is doing, because she does the same to me. Right now, this old man was feeling my beautiful wife's tongue circle around the tip of his old dick, in an effort to draw him ever closer to another orgasm. At the same time, her free hand -the one that wasn't smearing his cum on her breasts- was jerking him off, making his tip brush her tongue even more with each stroke. She wanted his cum. Again. That much was clear to everyone involved now.

To be honest, i wasn't sure that this was possible, but the thought of her even trying was driving me fucking crazy. Her hand was moving so fast on his shaft, and the way she was sucking him was like she had forgotten we were in a room full of strangers. I could feel her body tensing up with each stroke of my thumb on her clit.

She takes his now hard shaft out of her mouth : "yeah... Cum for me...", she whispers to the old man between two heavy breaths, before taking him deep in her mouth again.

At the same time, i can feel her pushing on my hand as she bobs up and down on the old stranger's shaft. She's getting closer, that's one of her tells.

"Mmph!" she moans around his cock, the sound muffled and obscene. The old man's eyes fly open, and he looks down at her, astonishment written all over his face.

I can see her eyes shutting in turn with her spasms, her mouth working the old man's cock like it's a toy she's mastered. Her cheeks are flushed, her breathing is quick and shallow. She's so fucking beautiful, kneeling in front of this stranger, this old guy's cum on her tits, her eyes shut, her mouth full of his dick, and she's sucking him like she's never tasted anything better in her life.

My fingers are a blur over her clit, the wetness of her pussy making it easier to slide over her sensitive nub. She's getting closer, and I know it.

"Mmph!", she moaned again, her mouth full, her tongue working wonders around the old man's shaft. He was panting now, his eyes wide with disbelief and pleasure. She didn't even look at him, its like she didn't care about or his pleasure. She was doing this solely for her own arousal and enjoyment, and that drove me even crazier.

"Mmmph... Mmph.." she moans around the hard cock in her mouth, her lips tightening around his old skin, her cock brushing the tip of his tongue. She could taste his precum, it was flowing freely now, mixing with the saliva that was already pooling in her mouth. The thought of his cum filling her mouth again was too much to bear. She was so close to climax herself.

"Mmmph... Mmmph..." It's like she didn't want to let go of his cock until he came, even with her own orgasm at the corner. She wanted cum, she wanted it in her mouth, and she wanted it now. And she was going to get what she wanted from that old man, right here, right now.

The old man's eyes rolled back in his head, his breath hitching, and with one final grunt, he shot his load into my wife's waiting mouth. She didn't even flinch, taking it all, her cheeks bulging as she swallowed every drop of his seed. It was fucking hot.

The feeling of this man's warm cum rapidly flowing into her mouth, her tongue hit over and over by streams of semen as she worked to swallow each burst, brought Ava to the brink. She could feel her own orgasm starting to build, her pussy clenching around my fingers as she fought to keep the pace on his cock.

The old man kept shooting his cum into her mouth, his body shaking with each pulse, his hands gripping the seat as he unloaded into her.

"Mmmph..." she mumbles around the old man's cock, her cheeks bulging as she takes his cum, her body spasming on my hand, her orgasm washing over her.

Her eyes roll back in her head, and she throws it back in ecstasy, her mouth full of his warm, thick cum. The taste of him is intense, and she moans, swallowing it down greedily.

Her pussy clamps down on my hand, and she cums, hard. Her body jolts, her hips bucking into my touch as she rides the wave of pleasure that crashes through her.

Her orgasm is like a storm, a tumultuous crescendo of sensation that makes her whole body tremble and shake. She gasps, her hand still working his cock, her mouth full of his seed.

Her eyes snap open, and she looks at me, a wild, lustful look in them, as if daring me to keep up with her. I feel her wetness soaking my hand, and I know she's just had one of the best orgasms of her life.

The old man's cock twitches one final time, and with a last spurt, he's done. She pulls away, her lips and chin sticky with cum, a line of it running down her chin to her neck.

Ava sits back, panting, her breasts heaving, the old man's cum shining in the dim light on her chest. She's a vision of pure, unfiltered sexuality, and I can't believe she's mine.

The old man, his eyes glazed over with satisfaction, tucks his cock away, his pants stained with his own cum. He nods at us, a knowing smile on his face, and then turns to leave.

We sit there, in the sticky aftermath of what just happened, both of us trying to catch our breath, as the old man walks away.