My wife Carla of twenty-five years had found a receipt from an adult bookstore movie theater in my pants pocket while she was washing clothes. She knew the reputation these places had and confronted me about it. She was furious that I would attend a porn movie when I had her to have sex. I gave her the lame excuse that I simply when there to relieve myself and nothing more. It took me a few months to convince her that sex and lovemaking had gone stale and we needed something to spice it up. I had finally talked her into dressing up like cheap slut and to have sex with me while watching porn in a public theater. My name is Don Orion and this is our story.
It was raining the night we went to the ABS Theater Carla wore a long blue trench coat and a rain hat with the front brim down over her sunglasses. She was so afraid of running into someone we knew it bordered on the ridiculous. I went along with it because I knew what she had on underneath. She could not really see until she exchanged sunglasses for regular ones from her purse.
When she removed her rain gear all she was wearing was short tight spandex skirt that exposed the bottom of her silk panty covered ass cheeks and her wet pussy. For a top, she wore loose button down white blouse and no bra. Those 36C's were loose under there, just waiting to be caressed and tickled. She had no stockings just short black socks under her comfortable loafers. As far as I was concerned, she looked great after dropping 35 pounds. She stood at 145 voluptuous pounds. I wore a pair dark dress slacks and a thin knit sweater under a leather bomber jacket. And of course underneath a very loose fitting pair of jockey (black) shorts. I could have looked much better without the 40 extra pounds I was carrying.
We stood behind the empty theater and took turns playing with each other but stopping just short of bringing each other to an orgasm. We had planned to do this until we could not take it anymore.
We did this at home many times alternating six or eight times before, we would allow the other to orgasm. Sometimes I would finish her by fucking her from behind as she leaned against the dresser or by eating her sopping wet muff, or just using my hands as I sucked her hard nipples. Sometimes she would even give me a moan or groan in her ecstasy. For me it was always fondling my modest 5.5-inch cock in some way or another, either in or out of my jockeys until I came. If I asked her, she sucks me as she tickled my balls and ass crack. However, never allowing me to cum in her mouth. That is why she always used the old silk panties to catch my load. In addition, she enjoyed teasing me through the spasms (with her fingertips on my cock head) as I unloaded in her worn stained panties.
Anyway we were just starting the forth circuit of foreplay when the theater door opened. We were startled because she had her spandex skirt completely around her waist, her blouse wide open with me pants around my ankles bent over sucking her nipple with a hand inside her panty leg, and a finger in her hot oily hole. An Asian Indian man entered and stood not three feet from us in the center of the theater.
