The evening was a typically hot, sticky Georgia summer night, with the temperature in the mid-nineties and humidity to match. Kim mopped her forehead with a wet washcloth, then squeezed it, causing some of the cold water to run down her face, over her chin, and into the dark valley formed by her voluptuous breasts. At 34, she still had a great body, due to her disciplined devotion to working out regularly. Her long legs were muscular but sexy, and her firm stomach and tight ass helped compliment her perfectly formed 34C breasts.
"Jesus CHRIST it's hot," she moaned. The thin pale yellow tank top she was wearing clung to her braless tits, accentuating them, and her prominent nipples, which stood out from her sweat coated body like small cocks.
"Sorry that fucking air conditioning guy didn't show up, babe. He must be swamped with calls," Rick said. "Are you really hot, baby?"
"Hot? I'm sweating like a pig, Rick. God, I can smell myself, and yes I'm hot. You know how randy I get when I get hot, honey," Kim purred, reaching down to cup her crotch, feeling the squishy dampness in her pussy beneath the blue satin jogging shorts and thong bikini panties.
"Are you really HOT hot, babe? Cause if you are, maybe we can go somewhere to cool you off."
"Like where, hon?" Kim cooed, sliding over next to her husband on the family room sofa where they were watching the Braves on TV. Fucking baseball. Borrring.
"Well... you know that movie theater I go to? On Sunday mornings?" Rick began.
"Your fuck film, jerk off place?"
"Yeah."
"Yeah. So. What about it?" Kim asked, toying with her nipples, tugging on them gently, liking the sensations it created in her pussy.
"Well... maybe we could go there tonight. Together," Rick suggested, feeling his cock twitching with excitement.
"I thought it was full of fags. You told me the reason you like to go there is so other guys can see your dick while you're playing with it," Kim said, noting the growing bulge in Rick's shorts. "Isn't that why you wear those old panties of mine? The pink ones you cut the hole in so your cock could stick out through it?"
"You know about those?" Rick asked, surprised.
"Jesus, honey. They're so full of cum stains I can smell them whenever I go into your closet. I found them weeks ago. Don't you ever wash them?" Kim asked, remembering the first time she'd discovered the scummy panties. She'd gone into Rick's closet to get his dirty clothes hamper and had immediately detected the scent of fresh cum and stale piss coming from the corner of the closet. Investigating, she soon found the dirty pink lace panties, a style she hadn't worn in years. Holding them up, examining them, she remembered them as some she'd worn when she'd been pregnant, before the miscarriage. Rick must have found them, and had been wearing them, judging from the looks of the hole cut in the crotch area and the still damp, sticky cum stains all around the hole. Had he been wearing these to that dirty movie theater he went to on weekends? She knew he went there to jerk off, and probably to play with other men as well, but this... this was really kinky. Still, God knows! she knew Rick was dirty enough to do something like this. She resolved to ask him about it when the time was right, and now it was.
"I... I didn't want to tell you about that," Rick said sheepishly.
"Why not, Rick? Because I'd know you let other men jerk you off while you play with their cocks?" Kim grinned.
Rick looked at her, and realized she wasn't angry. Surprised, he said, "If that really was true wouldn't you be mad?"
"Mad? Why? Just from a little mutual masturbation? Jesus Rick, all guys jerk off, and I suspect most have done it at one time or another with other guys as well. Didn't you ever have any circle jerks or something when you were younger?"
"No. I never did," Rick said, his eyes becoming glazed as he began to think about some of his experiences at the movies.
"But you do now, don't you, Rick. Admit it. You let guys play with your cock at those movies, don't you. I'm not stupid, Rick. When you wear my panties to a porno theater, and when you let other men see you playing with yourself, and you show them your hard cock, and when you come home with my panties all stained with cum I'd be pretty stupid to think you didn't let them play with it, too, wouldn't I?"
"Yeah. I guess," Rick said quietly.
"Then it's true. Isn't it. You jerk off other guys while they play with your dick. Don't you, Rick."
"Yes!" he hissed, his cock growing so fast it startled Kim. "I do. God help me, I do, and I love it. I love the feeling of another guy's cum shooting out all over my fingers while I'm jerking him off, and I love the feeling of it when it splashes on my naked thighs, on my panties, and on my cock." Rick reached down inside his shorts and began fondling his cock as he spoke, finally raising up so he could lower his shorts and free his cock completely.
"Is that how you do it at the theater, Rick? Do you lower your shorts like that so your dick and balls are totally exposed to all those other men?" Kim asked, panting now, masturbating herself as she watched her husband's cock continue to grow.
"Yes!" Rick hissed, his dick so hard now it was curling upward toward his stomach.
"Do you do more, Rick? Do you ever... suck a cock? Or let a guy suck you?" Kim panted, her own eyes glazed with excited lust.
"I... I've never sucked a guy. Not yet. But I've let a couple guys suck me off," Rick admitted, his voice coming out in a whosh, his breathing irregular, excited.
"God. I had no idea you'd taken it that far," Kim moaned.
