My wife and I were supposed to meet some friends for a nice dinner before we got together at their place. Etiquette required my wife to wear a short stylish skirt and an almost see thru blouse. She really looked great. Well, for some reason or other our friends cancelled at the last minute. So after dinner we took a walk around town.
As we walked among the boutiques and flower shops in the village, we came across an adult theatre. It looked cleaner than most and definitely less sleazy. In fact, the snack bar had a cappuccino machine, and quaint little dining tables in the lobby. My wife asked if I had ever been to one of these places? I told her I had and that this place looked more couple friendly than most. She suggested we go to the movies.
After we bought our tickets, the guy at the front door told us we could either sit in the balcony for couples only, or sit on the main floor with the other patrons. In either case, management policy required at least one empty seat between each party except by invitation. We were told if anyone became too aggressive, a word to an usher would correct the situation. This policy, and the brighter than normal lighting, convinced me the movies were a good idea.
We found a place upstairs and sat down one seat removed from another couple. The other couple was watching the sex on screen, but were kissing and lightly nuzzling each other like teenagers. Soon the guy started to kiss her neck and moved his hand down to massage her breast.
My wife's eyes demurely lowered. She didn't wish to intrude on something she obviously thought should be private. In spite of her discomfort she reached up to kiss my neck and to ask if people could get away with exposing themselves like that? I told her it was frowned upon, but nobody cared. After all, if the actors on the screen openly screwed five times in an hour, why worry about a couple of people in the audience reacting to what they were watching. My wife became more uncomfortable, but tried to discreetly watch our neighbors. My wife soon started to sit up straight, and then she slumped down. Her knees twitched, she rubbed her legs together, her hand rested on the inside of my trouser leg. My wife moved her hand up on my leg before she stiffened up and squeezed my inner thigh. Yes, my wife was definitely getting turned on.