The following is a true story from my youth, the names have been altered to protect the privacy of the other participants.
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I had been working with Matt at the local TV station in Dallas for several months and finally broke through his gruff exterior to the nice guy underneath. We hit it off pretty well because we shared a lot of creative interests. Specifically, he was a burgeoning recording engineer and I was an amateur musician and songwriter. We started working in the evenings doing a few recording projects and making music tracks that could be used on the air. We worked at a very small UHF station and custom music was way out of any budget, so our work was very appreciated by the station and they let us use their studio to record for free.
I hadn't met Matt's wife until on night when she came to pick him up after a late recording session. She was very attractive and bubbling over with Southern Charm. She suggested I join them for a late dinner, and I happily obliged. Up to that point I had never looked at Matt in any way other than as a kindred spirit and a good engineer. At dinner I got to know much more about him and his wife Janet. Both were very gregarious when together, an attribute Matt never exhibited when alone. I guess his wife brought out the real Matt.
We all got along very well and the discussion soon turned to more personal subjects. Janet was the first to ask about my "love-life". That was something I had not discussed with anyone at the station before. I told her I favored sex with men, and her eyes lit up. Matt raised an eyebrow and told me he would never have suspected I was gay.
After dinner we said our good byes and I headed home, but not before Janet asked if I'd like to hang out with them the coming weekend. They were lots of fun so I agreed.
We started the weekend Saturday afternoon after Janet got off her morning shift. I met them at their place, just a few blocks from the station. After a beer and a little conversation Janet suggested we go to a movie. I asked what was playing, and she smiled, "I meant and Adult Movie".
I considered this for a few minutes and then agreed to go. I hadn't been to a porn theatre since college so I though it would be fun. Matt was all smiles, He told me he loved porn m, but we needed a snack to take with us. He dashed off to the kitchen and returned with a baggie of what looked like extra rich brownies. He handed me one and said that he was sure I would like these brownies. Then he winked. I picked up on the message right away; these were magic brownies, a holdover from the 60's and were made with a full lid of Marijuana. And his special touch, extra fudge to hide the taste of the grass.
We all munched happily on the brownies, which were delicious by the way, and then headed out to the theatre. It was a strange little place upstairs at the back of another building. We paid the hefty admission, $6.00, about twice the price of a regular movie and entered the small theatre. Finding a row of seats in the back we sat with Janet between us. The movie was a classic "Barbara Broadcast" one of the better of the 70's porn chic movies and full of all kinds of kinky activities. I was enjoying the flick and I could see Matt and Janet were enjoying it as well. Her hand was in his lap stroking his growing cock through his jeans. As I watched the film, I was surprised to feel her hand as it moved to my knee, and slowly up towards my crotch.
Before long she was caressing my rock hard cock through my jeans as well. I looked over at Matt with a guilty stare. He was smiling and winked. It was OK with him that his wife was feeling me up, so I went with the flow. After all it was still the end of the free love period and I was almost a hippie, so if it felt good...do it.
Her wandering fingers soon had both our fly's open and had our hard cocks firmly in hand. Wanting to reciprocate, I let my hand fall to her leg, and worked my way to her soaking crotch. She was not wearing parties, much to my surprise and Mat's fingers were already buried in her dripping pussy. I started to retreat when he pulled my hand toward her. Encouraging me to explore her moist slit.
