Movie Night 96

Admittedly this story is a bit of a Literotica trope—innocent or somewhat innocent woman goes to the X-rated movie theater and . . . well most Literotica readers can imagine what happens from there. However I must confess I have always found those stories amusing so I thought I would try one. Just to add a twist I will tell it from the woman's perspective. Enjoy.

You can call me Belinda. And you can call my husband Tom. Those aren't our names of course because, given the nature of this story, I would never use our real names. We're just not that kind of people, or at least we thought we weren't.

First a bit of background. After all good short stories always have to set the scene or at least a bit of it.

Tom and I live in a pleasant suburb of a large Midwestern city. Never mind which one. I'm not telling you that either. We are in our early forties. We've been married for fifteen years and have no children. Tom is a partner in an insurance brokerage. They represent mostly commercial lines that they sell to small businesses and I am a junior high school teacher.

Oh yes and I know you will want to know what we look like. Tom's a big man, all conference tight end in college. He has kept in shape so he stands just a bit over six-two and weighs in at 205 with broad shoulders and narrow hips. He's handsome. Women notice him for his looks and for his size. He's clean shaven and keeps his dark hair neatly trimmed.

I am a good deal smaller than Tom at only five-five. Like Tom I use the gym regularly and I weigh in at . . . well I'll admit to 120 although I try to keep it below that. That gives me a nice tight waist to offset my hips, which I consider too broad but Tom loves. And my breasts? Oh yes I know you won't read any further without that information will you? I guess you could call me busty. No I'm not going to tell you my bra size. Bras don't matter much in this story. Just take it from me, my tits provide Tom with a nice handful on each side and he has big hands (he was a tight end after all). To know more about my tits you are going to have to read on. As to hair color and style, I'll let you use your imagination for that, but I will tell you that men still notice me and give me a second look or more. It's fun.

Of course for this genre you will want to know about our sex life. That is our sex life before the events that make up the story. Yes we have sex. And yes it is reasonably regular, but of course not as regular as it was when we were first married which was kind of obsessive but fun. And no I'm not going to give you the graphic details, well maybe some of them later. I'll just say we have been monogamous throughout our marriage. And our fantasies? Yeah sure they go beyond straight forward monogamy, but they're just fantasy. Just like the porn we watch. We don't either one of us go so far as to do it with other people. I know I don't. Tom says he doesn't, and I believe him.

Exhibitionism? Neither of is particularly offended by the idea but we don't go out and do it. It's more a part of our fantasies. Voyeurism? Of course. I've always thought it a pretty much normal human tendency. We watch a bit of porn and get turned on by it. It's a good Friday night starter. But we don't have a telescope set up in the house for spying on the neighbors. Might be fun I think sometimes. But no telescope. After all you can go to far . . . can't you?

Was I raised as a religious prude? Not at all, nor was Tom. We didn't get a weekly dose of religious haranguing about the virtues of celibacy while growing up. We did each get the customary lecture from our parents just before we went off to college which we promptly ignored as soon as we left home. College was not just about Calculus, English Literature, History, Economics and all the other usual things. There was plenty of sex. Neither Tom nor I were a virgin when we met. But we weren't big players either. We had just enough experience to know we enjoyed sex and so when we became a couple we did just that: enjoyed plenty of sex, but only with each other.

So that's enough background. You know who we are (sort of), where we're from (more or less), what we look like, and what our sex life is like. What more could you ask for as a preamble to a porn story?

The story begins on a Thursday night. Some of the kids had been troublesome at school today and it took me a strong drink to wind down while Tom cooked dinner (We take turns. I think he is a better cook than me). While he cooked I sat at our kitchen table obsessing about his butt. Tom has a really sexy butt, at least for a man. He has relatively narrow hips with nice strong glutes that protrude out below his back. I was well into my second drink at that time, feeling a buzz that made me forget my problems from earlier in the day and had me focused on Tom's nice strong butt and broad shoulders and what I knew those glutes would do to me later when he used them to drive his cock into my hot, wet cunt. Yes between the booze and Tom's sexy glutes my mind was in the gutter. I don't usually use the words 'cock' and 'cunt' aloud or even in thought; but this evening . . . yes that's where my head was at. It felt delicious. It hadn't been that way when I first got home from school, but it was getting that way fast as I stared at Tom's sexy butt.

I stepped away from the kitchen for a few moments and shed my bra and panties, leaving my teacher clothes on (skirt and sweater). By the time I returned Tom was putting dinner on the table. I went to the refrigerator and retrieved a bottle of wine. Once opened I poured a glass for each of us and set one before Tom, letting my breast graze his shoulder as I did so. As I sat down across from him he was looking at me over the top of his wine glass and said, "That felt nice. Is there more where that came from?"

"Could be. Depends on how dinner goes." As I spoke I kicked off one of my pumps and slid down in my chair so I could reach under the table and slide my toes up and down his lower leg.

Tom smiled and said, "Oh, I thought you meant the food."

"Tom, the food is always good when you are the cook." He had pulled his chair forward letting me move my toes higher on his legs stroking the inside of his thigh. It was not the most comfortable of positions so after a minute or two I pulled my leg back and sat up straight so I could enjoy the meal. I could tell from the gleam in his eyes that I had gotten my message across.

We talked about school for a while, some good kids and some troublesome kids, and about his insurance business, the effect of rising prices from the insurers he represented and some new business he was courting, but I could tell from the look in his eyes that his mind was elsewhere, as was mine.

The wine was tasty. Tom asked if he could pour us each another. "Are you trying to ply me with liquor Mister?" I asked.

"Will it work?" he responded.

"It might. It is tasty wine but let me pour." Between the scotch, the wine, and Tom just being Tom, I was getting horny. I got up and walked past him to where I had left the bottle on the counter doing my best to make my tits jiggle. I knew he was watching. He loves watching my tits jiggle. When I reached over his shoulder and refilled his glass I mashed my tits against his shoulders and then dragged them across him as I moved away. Returning to my seat I again slumped down and reached across with my toes. This time I used them to stroke his cock which I had noticed making a lump beneath his slacks when I was leaning over him. After I sat up and poured myself a second glass of wine the two of us sat in silence staring at each other over our wine glasses. His smile was giving away his indecent thoughts and I'm sure mine was too. This was fun.

"What do you say we watch some porn tonight?" I proposed.

"On Thursday? Aren't we a day ahead?" he asked.

"Umm. I guess so, but I'm in the mood."

"I noticed," he said. "You seem to have lost your bra someplace or did you go to school that way this morning?"

"Oh no. We don't have braless day at school. The district has very strict rules about appropriate undergarments and I obey them."

"So you're not an exhibitionist?"

"Only around you," I said as I pulled my sweater up briefly flashing my tits. "Let's leave the dishes. I'll get up early and do them in the morning. Right now I want to watch some porn with you." I got a little flash of fire in my core when I flashed my tits at Tom.

"Best offer I've heard all day," he said as he rose from his chair, a huge boner showing beneath his pants.

A few minutes later we were snuggling on the couch in our living room as we jointly scanned for a mutually desirable porn film. In the mood I was in I was happy to let him pick.

He picked a video classified as "Women's porn," which meant it didn't begin and end with violent misogynist sex. There was a long seduction piece which Tom knows that I love. It was sort of fifty shades of grey with a lengthy seduction, no bondage, and some pretty graphic fucking once they got down to it. The actors were beautiful (naturally), young with toned bodies, dressed at least at the outset with sexy clothing that didn't expose anything but didn't really conceal effectively either. There were two couples out at dinner and over the course of about ten minutes of introduction their conduct became more and more risqué with the women eventually going to the wash room to "freshen up." While there they decided to discard the skimpy undergarments they had worn and became distracted with a brief girl on girl sex scene. Eventually they returned to the table, switching spouses when they seated themselves.

I was sitting snuggled closely against Tom with my big, sweater covered, breast lying on his arm and one hand on his thigh. I kept moving a bit as we watched the actors on the screen begin to molest each other beneath the table: rubbing my breast against Tom's arm; picking up one foot and hooking my heel on the couch and pushing my skirt down between my legs so I showed a lot of thigh but still had my pussy covered; and using my hand to stroke Tom's thigh working slowly higher with the obvious intent. This wasn't restraint on my part in the sense of not wanting to move to full fledged fucking. The whole idea was a slow seduction while we watched the wife swapping couples on the screen. Tonight I was the aggressor. On other nights Tom was the aggressor. The whole idea was to torment him without moving to full-fledged fucking before the movie did. Of course there were nights when we watched more graphic porn which moved immediately from fuck scene to fuck scene. Those were just a starter that was quickly ignored as we had at each other.

"Those people are being very naughty," I said.

"Do you mean that because the blonde is stroking the bearded guy's cock under the table. Or is it because he is not her husband." As he spoke he put his hand on mine and pulled it higher on his thigh.

"Yes, both," I responded. I rubbed my tit against his arm.

We watched in silence as the cleaned shaven man began rubbing the inside of the brunette's thigh under the table.

"Do you think they are going to fuck right there in the restaurant?" I asked him. I had moved my hand up so I was rubbing Tom's very hard cock through his trousers.

"That would be very naughty," Tom responded. "You can be arrested for that." He put his hand on my leg and was softly massaging my tender flesh on the inside of my thigh.

"Yes," I said, "but not in a porn film." I pulled my sweater up so I was slowly rubbing my very swollen nipple against Tom's arm. When I'm horny like I was now my nipples swell up so they are wide across and protrude well out from my tit. They are very sensitive, so rubbing one against Tom's arm felt delicious. The blonde had the bearded guy's cock out of his pants now and was stroking it. "Oh my that's a beautiful cock," I said.

"I know where there is another cock you like," Tom responded. He released his belt and the button on his slacks and put my hand on the zipper. That was when the clean shaven actor slid his fingers into the brunette's pussy. She gasped.

I slowly pulled the zipper down on Tom's trousers as I watched a very buxom waitress approach the table. The two couples made no effort to hide their misconduct from the waitress.

Tom's hand was well up on my thigh now providing the most delicious, sensual massage. For a guy with such big hands Tom has very sensitive fingers. "Oh yes that feels so nice," I said. I finished opening his pants and slid my hand inside, firmly gripping his engorged cock wrapped in his white jockey shorts.

The waitress stood staring at the two couples molesting each other for a lengthy time. Instead of telling them to stop misbehaving she simply asked if they would like any dessert. There was a damp spot in Tom's underwear where the end of his prick had been leaking precum. It was warm and slippery and I used a finger to rub leaking fluid around on the end of his prick. Tom gasped.

"I think we are already having our dessert," the blonde in the movie said. The waitress leaned forward to get a better look at the hand job the blonde was giving to her friend's husband. "So I see," she said. "Perhaps you would like to join us," the bearded fellow asked the waitress. "I think we are the last customers in the restaurant."

"I think they are offering her a tip," I said as I extracted Tom's cock from his underpants. "Oh yes this is a much nicer cock," I said as I began stroking it.

The waitress leaned forward on the table letting her big tits all but fall out of the low cut sweater she was wearing. "Well," she said. "I am done for the evening, so . . . sure, why not."

"Tom," I said, deciding to change our script a bit, "I think the action in this movie is just getting started. While we watch the action I want to masturbate and watch you stroke that big hard cock of yours."

"I thought you would never ask," he responded. Mutual masturbation while we watched a porn movie was one of our go-to perversions (we didn't think of it as particularly perverted).

Tom and I quickly stripped our clothes off and reclined at opposing ends of the couch, each with one foot on the floor and the other on the back of the couch. We slowly masturbated while we watched the rest of the movie.

I have always loved watching my husband masturbate like that, his long hard dick standing straight out as he slowly strokes it, using his precum for lube. Not rushing to a climax, just keeping himself aroused and erect as he watches me masturbate my tits, slide my fingers in and out of my pussy, and occasionally tease my clit. Like Tom, I was making no effort to climax, just staying ready for when we lost interest in the movie and decided to fuck.

"God you look hot tonight," Tom told me. "Especially those tasty looking tits of yours."

"Oh you like these do you?" I said as I lifted each of them, holding them out towards Tom. As I said earlier my tits are a handful for Tom's big hands and more than a handful for me. They might have been stiff and perky when I was twenty but as I've grown older they've grown larger and tend to cover a good deal of my chest like low hanging fruit. I can lift them up one at a time and suck on the nipples. My areola are large and pale tan while my much darker nipples stand out in invitation to a viewer when I am aroused. Tom was staring at my nipples while I rubbed them with my thumbs. Normally my tits tend to lean to the outside, but I can, as I was doing now, push them together to create substantial cleavage or even give Tom a titty fuck.

In the movie the waitress looked around confirming that the restaurant was otherwise empty of customers and waived a bus boy over to the table. The blonde had pushed the top of her dress down now so her large tits were fully exposed. The bus boy, a young and very innocent appearing college kid walked up to the table and looked aghast at was going on.

"It's okay Tim," the waitress told him. "These people are doing their own dessert and they want our help." As she spoke she reached down and began stroking the bus boy's cock through his trousers.

"Oh now the waitress is being naughty," I said. She reached across and released the closure and zippers on the bus boy's trousers letting them fall to his feet exposing a large cock that hung alongside one leg. She fondled the cock and quickly brought it to full erection. He had a true, porn star grade, cock.

Tom said nothing as he continued to slowly stroke his cock watching me and the action on the screen.

"Oh Tom," I said as one finger stroked the slippery tissue between my pussy lips, "Wouldn't it be fun to be a couple sitting at a table in another corner of the restaurant watching this debauchery.

"So you like that idea do you?" Tom said. He was using his thumb to smear the continuing dribble of precum about the swollen head of his cock.

"Yes," I said with a hiss as I slid a finger into my cunt.

"And what would we be doing if we were there," he asked. "Would you be telling me to get up and warn them that they weren't alone?" The brunette had reached up and began to stroke the bus boy's enormous prick.

"That would be such a waste don't you think," I said.

"Oh, so you would rather sit there and watch the group debauchery that is obviously coming?"

"Yes, just like we are now," I said. The waitress had stripped off her top and bra beneath it exposing her huge tits.

"But of course," Tom said, "Now we are just watching a fantasy on TV in our living room. If we were there it would be real."

"Yes. It would."

"And does that idea turn you on," Tom asked.

"My god it does right now," I responded. "I've always thought it would be hot to watch other people having sex. I mean real people who knew we were watching and didn't care." The waitress was naked now and had seated herself on the table, her legs spread lewdly while one of the men began to finger fuck her and eat her pussy.

"I've always thought it would be hotter if they did care," Tom said, as everyone in the video took their clothes off.

"If they did care?" I asked, biting my lip. I was so fucking horny. I could feel an orgasm growing in my core seeking release.

"Yes. I like to think that they are exhibitionists at heart and that are getting a real sexual rush out of letting someone else watch them." The brunette was now sucking the bus boy's cock.

"Oh that would be so nasty," I said. "I mean deliberately having sex with someone while others watch." One of the men, I was losing track of who was who in the movie, but it didn't matter that much as I watched whoever he was fucking the blonde from behind as she leaned over the table.

"And so what would we be doing if we were there, in that corner table?"

"Watching of course."

"Nothing more?"

"What?"

"What if I had put my hand on your thigh and was pushing your dress up?"

"Oh, I hadn't thought of that. That would be fun, . . . but they might see us."

"Yes, they might. Especially when those big nipples of yours swelled up and poked through the thin garment you were wearing just screaming that you were aroused by watching the others."

I smiled. "I'd just tell myself that they weren't watching because they were busy fucking each other." The sound track on the video had pretty much deteriorated into the sound of women whimpering and groaning as they were being fucked or fingered.

"So would that be a rush?" Tom asked.

"Yes, especially if you put your fingers in my cunt."

"Yeah, I bet it would be hot and juicy by then."

"Very."

"Would you do anything more? While we watched the others fucking?" Tom asked.

"I probably couldn't resist pulling your cock out of your pants and playing with it."

"Oh that would be almost as naughty as the people we were watching."