Several years ago, while I was in Memphis on a business trip, I decided to visit an adult theater after reading about incidents in an alternative newspaper. Decked out in khaki cargo shorts, loafers and a polo shirt, I left my hotel in the general direction of the airport. I found the address of the adult bookstore/theater and parked the rental car near the front door. The lot was about half full, maybe 12 or 15 cars, but they were mostly around the side of the building, and but I felt better parking near the street.
The inside of the bookstore was very bright, but the only people around the packed shelves were two customers scanning shelves and a bored overweight clerk with a scraggly gray beard. I saw the theater entrance at the far end of the room, so I walked up to the counter and purchased a ticket. As I walked through the door to the theater area, my eyes adjusted to the dim light. I stood just inside the door for a couple of minutes while I scanned the room, examining the theater and deciding where to take a seat.
The theater had about 15 rows, with probably 10 seats per row, and the aisle was along the right wall. There looked to be 8 to 10 single men in the theater, mainly near the front area, and a few sitting together, so I slid in the second row from the back, and moved left until there were just two empty seats between myself and the wall. I settled into my seat and adjusted my shorts slightly to accommodate my already swelling cock as I watched the XXX movie on the screen. The movie was hot, of course; the scene playing when I got there was a busty redhead wearing a purple strap on dildo assfucking her slim blonde girlfriend. The redhead was crouched over the blonde, reaching under her to twist her nipples viciously, and the blonde squealed with a mix of pain and pleasure. I was squeezing my cock through my shorts when the theater door opened and light filled the aisle.
A man and woman entered and quickly closed the door behind them, and I watched as they walked down the aisle towards the front of the theater. The man was probably in his mid to late 40s, salt and pepper hair and moustache, and wearing a t-shirt and running shorts. The lady was stunning to look at. She was around 40, with shoulder length blonde hair. Her body was voluptuous and curvy, screaming for attention, and in that horny environment, she got plenty of attention. Her black mini-skirt hugged the sexy flare of her hips, and exposed plenty of her smooth legs, accentuated in their curvature by high-heeled pumps. Her proud bustline preceded her, held place by a lacy black bra, which was clearly visible through a see through white button down blouse. They walked to the front part of the theater, two or three rows back from the screen, and then scooted towards the middle of that row.
I could see the silhouette of the couple whispering to each other as they watched the movie and occasionally looked at the others around the theater. They leaned towards each other and started kissing, deeply and passionately, and I imagined (but couldn't see from my position) his hands wandering over her lush body. Over the next few minutes, several of the other moviegoers got up and moved so that they were basically circling the couple and watching them, as the movie features were forgotten. Someone sitting behind the couple reached over the seat to grope the woman, only to have his hand slapped away by her husband. Another man sitting two seats to the woman's left got the same treatment when he apparently reached for her thigh. After a few minutes of her husband telling these guys to back off, he and his wife stood up and started walking towards the aisle. Well, shit, I figured the evening's excitement was already over.
About halfway up the aisle, they stopped and whispered to each other, then proceeded to get into the row I was sitting in. I thought maybe they didn't see me in that dark part of the theater near the back corner, but she winked and smiled at me as she sat down, leaving two empty seats between us, and her husband sat at her right side as before. He peeked over her shoulder at me and told me to "just be cool", so I nodded and sat up in my seat. They resumed their make out session, and I could see her cheek bulge out as his tongue invaded her mouth. He had his left hand behind her back, and his right hand was free to explore her body. He squeezed her boobs roughly through her blouse, and I'm sure I heard her breathing change when he did, but her breathing stopped for several seconds as he unbuttoned her blouse.
He pushed the filmy fabric aside, then stopped kissing her long enough to make sure that I was watching, and yeah I sure was! Her creamy skin was exposed, above and below her bra, and I was staring so intently, I almost didn't realize there was a man moving into the row behind us. He stood directly behind the couple and watched for a few seconds as he rubbed his bulging crotch, then sat down just to then woman's left.
I started caressing my hardon again as I noticed the husband's hand slide between her boobs to find the bra clasp. His fingers unhooked the clasp, and then the bra sprang open, causing her heavy magnificent boobs with very obvious erect nipples to be exposed to my lustful gaze. The husband's head dropped to her chest and he sucked her nipple into his mouth as his hand slipped between her luscious thighs and under her skirt. His hand moved under her shirt for a couple of minutes, and from the wet, sloshy sounds I heard, there was no doubt that he was giving her a good old finger fucking. She lifted her ass off the seat enough for him to pull her skirt up to her hips, giving me a bird's eye view of her gorgeous pussy, shaved clean except for a v-patch of blonde pubic hair above her pussy, and her husband's two shiny fingers sliding in and out between her puffy lips.
