I spent a couple of the summers of my youth in South Carolina. I can't tell you much about Hilton Head or Plantations or the history of the state because I spent almost all of my days there working under the hot sun on my grandfather's farm, and all of my evenings in three porn theaters (including one drive-in theater) that were fairly close by. It was an education on many levels. It was there that I learned that more than one "conservative" husband enjoyed seeing their wives fucking in porn theaters. And it was there that I saw my first set of "wife-swappers," as they were still known back in the 70's.
The theater was called "The Flick" and it was located in Greenville. From the outside, it looked like a converted convenience store. Inside, it was clean and housed a fairly decent theater - wider than it was deep - with a real projector and theater seats. I went there with some frequency just for the porn. After all, I was a young man with natural urges. I was too young for the bar, and the only other possibility for meeting girls was at my grandparents' church. I didn't see that as a viable option. The internet didn't exist, and the letters V, H and S still had no meaning. Hardcore porn was limited to theaters and sleazy bookstores, so I spent time in both.
Over the course of my early visits, I had been lucky enough to watch a few couples at The Flick. Most just played together, letting the rest of us watch. One chubby mom was more "accommodating". Again, I was happy just to watch. So on this particular night, the sound of high heels coming through the door wasn't a complete surprise. The sounds of two pairs of heels, however, turned all of our heads.
I was seated in the left section of the theater, about halfway back, midway down the row, trying to stay inconspicuous. As fate would have it, they slid into the row directly behind me, filling the first four seats. As I looked at the screen, I could see them - sort of - out of my peripheral vision. With only a slight move of my head, I could see all four of them. Again, I tried to be inconspicuous, but I couldn't help but wonder about two couples who would come into a porn theater together.
As much as it seems like the Dark Ages now, you have to bear in mind that the 70s were a far different world than the one we live in today. Even though Archie Bunker was forcing us to become honest with ourselves, it was still a "Brady Bunch" society. Mainstream America still believed that sex was a woman's duty and, outside of marriage, her duty was to say no. We all knew that was a sham, of course, but polite society demanded the ruse. So here were two women (in South Carolina, no less!), admitting to one another that they liked sex, and were willing to watch strangers fucking on a movie screen in the presence of a roomful of horny men.
They were probably mid-30s. The guy on the far end had wavy brown hair and what we would now call a "porn 'stache". Think Harry Reems. His wife was blonde, tall, and blessed by nature. She wore her hair long and straight, parted down the middle (not unlike Marsha Brady). She wore a black and white striped tube top and a long white skirt. Her whole look gave her a slight hippie vibe. Sitting next to "Marsha", the other wife wasn't quite as tall or as blonde or as blessed, but she was not unattractive. Her hair was long but wavy. She wore a patterned dress that rose all the way to her ass when she sat down. It was hard not to stare at her long legs in the darkened theater. Her leggy, petite frame reminded me of Goldie Hawn. Her man was tall, slim, and had hair nearly as long as hers. Probably a holdover from his youth.
They watched the movie for a while, each couple cuddling together. Nothing happened in a hurry. In fact, I was convinced that nothing was going to happen at all. Frankly, I had been convinced of that since they walked in. After all, what woman would allow her friend to see her doing anything like... THAT? Eventually, though, the couples began to kiss. At first, it was almost innocent. A hushed comment between scenes accompanied by a peck. Then it was more. Soon, they were more focused on one another than the movie. Their hands began to roam. Nothing was exposed. Nothing was "inappropriate", just two couples enjoying their own little make-out party in a public theater.
At a point, "Marsha" leaned over to "Goldie" and whispered something, who in turn relayed the message to her husband. The two ladies stood and stepped over Harry into the aisle, heading back up to the lobby. There's nothing surprising about a group visit to the ladies' room. What was surprising was that when they returned, they swapped seats. Goldie was now next to Harry and Marsha was cuddling up next to Goldie's hubby. It took little time for the make-out session to begin again but with other partners. This change alerted the other patrons in the theater who, up to this point, had kept a distance from the foursome. Now there was a little seat-shifting beginning to occur. Most guys were subtle, heading out to the lobby for a minute, then returning to a new seat for a better vantage point.
I was close enough to hear Marsha and her new partner as they talked. Most of the comments were about the movie. "Yeah, you like that? I'd bet you would like to try." "Yours are better than hers." I didn't answer, of course, but yeah, I liked that, I'd love to try, and I was hoping to see if he was right in his comparison. It didn't take long. As they kissed, their hands roamed freely and he spent a lot of time on her large breasts. He seemed to be teasing her - and the rest of the room - with the amount of time that he took pulling down that top. We saw more and more cleavage until finally, her big pink nipples popped into view. Meanwhile, Harry had unbuttoned Goldie's dress enough to get his hands inside to feel her tits.
