Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex.
*****
Every Wednesday afternoon, like clockwork, Judy headed down to the small strip mall nearby and the old movie theater for her fix of old movies. The old man who operated the theater knew her by sight, but she had never shared her name in the three years she had been coming here on Wednesday old movie matinee.
She paid for her ticket with her head lowered and then walked into the small theater. She sat near the back so that no one would notice her, but not in the last row. For some reason she did not like the last row. She sat one row closer and in the middle of the row. This theater rarely had more than a dozen people in it for the matinee and she was the first to arrive.
She watched as several people took their seats. She had seen most of them before. It seems that there are only a dedicated few who like old movies, or maybe they come because it is the cheapest movie in town. The lights dimmed and the trailers started to play just as a man walked down the row she occupied and sat down right next to her. No one had ever done that before and she had no idea about what she should do.
He would probably take offence if she moved away, so she just sat there very aware of how close he was to her.
Judy arrived home a few hours later visibly shaken. Her husband noticed and approached her. "Is everything okay? Did you go to the movie? Did something happen?"
She looked up at her husband while trying to get her emotions under control. She was both excited and scared. Her body tingled and was sensitive to her clothes touching her. "I went to the movie just like I always do, but today a man sat down next to me. I thought about moving, but was afraid that might offend him, so I just sat there and tried to watch the movie."
"I know how much you hate confrontations and I understand why you didn't move. Do you want me to go with you next time?" Her husband asked.
"No, it was fine and you have too much to do here." She answered.
"Is that all that happened?"
"Everything was fine. I mean, I couldn't relax, but I told myself I was being silly. I was very tense until he touched my thigh. I knew it was wrong, but at the same time—well I don't know—different. I knew I should tell him to stop, but I didn't want to offend him. He moved his hand up my thigh and squeezed my inner thigh."
"Were you enjoying his attention?"
"I'm not sure, but I knew that if I asked him to stop there would be a scene and I'd never be able to go to that theater again."
"So you just allowed him to do whatever he wanted?"
"What choice did I have?" She countered.
Judy allowed her husband to hold her and tell her to just relax. He would be willing to go with her next week if that would make her feel more comfortable.
Judy thought about his offer and how she might not want to feel more comfortable. She hadn't shared that the stranger had her legs spread wide and his hand pushing between her legs for most of the movie. She didn't share that she came with his hand playing with her.
Judy loved her husband, but sometimes he was too understanding. She rarely admitted it, but the few times someone had demanded she do this or that, she felt less anxious. She wanted to be honest, but couldn't handle the stress that would cause.
Over the following week life returned to normal, dinners were made, the trash was taken out, the house was cleaned, the lawn was mowed; everything was normal as if the events of that Wednesday were forgotten until the following Wednesday.
Judy took a shower and put on a skirt instead of her normal jeans. She told her husband she was going to the movies and left.
She followed her normal routine and seated herself in her normal spot. She wondered if the man would show up. Part of her wanted her privacy she had become accustomed to, but there was another part of her that expressed a different want. She suppressed that want for most of her life, but today she looked at every person who entered the theater and felt a disappointment when they walked past the her row of seats.
The lights dimmed and the trailers started. She felt the absence of her taboo fantasy man as the movie started. She settled into her seat and focused on the movie. After about ten minutes a man sat down beside her and placed his hand on her thigh. He pushed up her skirt and caressed her bare thigh.
Judy arrived home with a glow she had never experienced before. Her husband was waiting for her. "You seem much happier today than you did last week. Did the guy show up again?"
Judy smiled up at her husband, "Yes, he did. How did you know?"
James, her husband, smiled back at her, "We've been married a long time and I know what turns you on. I also know that you didn't tell me everything last week. I saw your hardened nipples as you described your encounter with that strange guy. He didn't ask for permission before groping you, did he? He also told you to wear a skirt next time, didn't he? Do you still have your panties?"
Judy had thought she had been so sly not realizing that her husband saw right through her and had told her before that he knew she needed different things sexually that he was confortable providing and he was fine with her fulfilling those needs other places. "So, you're okay with me going to the movies knowing that guy will be there?"
"Yes, but you need to tell me what he is asking you to do and what you are doing. Also I'd like to know how much you are enjoying it. We can start by you telling me what happened last week." James said.
Judy shifted slightly relieved that she no longer had to keep this secret and could talk openly about her experiences. "Last week, the guy caressed my inner thigh as I said, but he went further. He spread my legs and fingered me through my jeans. I came on his hand and he told me to wear a shirt next week so he could finger me properly. When the movie ended, he grabbed my breasts and said that he would be playing with them too soon. He lifted my shirt exposing my breasts and pinched my nipples. He told me not to pull my shirt back down until I was in the hallway."
"Wow! Did you leave yourself exposed?" James asked.
"Yes, but I pulled my bra and shirt down as soon as I could then I went to the bathroom to straighten out my clothes. I was shaking, and didn't understand why at the time, but now I think I was excited."
"That explains why you wore a skirt today. Did you enjoy him playing with your breasts and having you expose yourself?"
"I enjoyed it more than I ever thought I would." She said.
"So what happened today?"
"Today, I was afraid he wouldn't show up. He was ten minutes late and I had given up. He surprised me and put his hand immediately under my shirt and moved up to my panties. He then whispered in my ear to spread my legs. I did and he fingered me thought my panties. He then told me to hold his cock. I stroked him through his jeans but he stopped me when I tried to unzip his fly. We watched the rest of the movie playing with each other. I came several times, but had to stay quiet. I made him cum too. His pants were wet when the movie ended."
"That sounds exciting. So next week are you going without panties?" James asked.
"He didn't say, but he did expose my breasts again and made me sit there in the theater while everyone left. They all saw me topless with him pinching my nipples."
"Did he tell you to walk out exposed like yesterday too?"
"Yes, and this time there were people milling around who saw me. Next week he said not to wear a bra."
"I can tell you enjoyed being exposed like that. How many people saw you topless?" James asked as he became as aroused as his wife.
Judy could barely contain her excitement as she answered her husband. "About 30 and most were men. They were so close to me, and brushing up against me. Several men just stared at me smiling."
Judy told James about every man she saw at the theater and their reaction to seeing her naked breasts as she slowly removed her clothes. Her excitement built.
They ended up in the bedroom and experienced some of the wildest sex they had had in years. James knew that Judy liked being directed, but he was not that forceful and if she seemed reluctant he would always back down. She loved to have the decisions made by someone else and exposing herself excited her, but would never do it on her own.
They didn't talk about the Wednesday afternoon movie matinee nor the man who had been sitting next to her the last two weeks and had given her instructions of what to wear on the following Wednesday for the remainder of the week, but the sex continued to be better than normal and more frequent.
