A Visit to the Megaplex

My wife's parents met, while they were both playing college basketball. Neither of them went on to do anything of note, except for birthing Neave. With both her parents being tall, Neave stands six-two in her socks, making her a head taller than me. Neave has remarkably wide shoulders, a trim waist, no bigger than average in size, but perfectly shaped breasts and two of the longest legs I've ever seen. I have seen men turn around and follow my wife just to keep an eye on her legs.

As Neave has such perfect legs, she usually loves to show them off, which is why I was so surprised when she stepped out of her dressing room wearing a dress buttoned down the front from her neck to below her knees. Neave wanted to watch a new film showing at the Megaplex this week. Even though the film had terrible reviews, I agreed.

'What's the story?' I asked as I looked Neave over.

'What do you mean?' she said, looking down at herself. 'You usually tell me off for looking too sluty.'

'I have never described you as sluty,' said in my own defence.

Neave gave me a wink. 'Now, but I know what you mean.'

'Well, you do like to attract attention, don't you?'

'Do I flirt too much?' she asked rhetorically. 'Hell yeah, which is why I love you so much.'

'Because I allow you to be a...'

'Little promiscuous,' she said before I could say,

sluty.

Neave took my arm and as we walked to the car, she said, 'I am never sluty, thank you.'

'What about last week at that pool party?'

'I wasn't the first to go topless, was I?'

I decided this was going to lead me nowhere good and closed my mouth, so I didn't mention about her stripping entirely and how a line quickly formed as men queued to fuck her.

'Are you sure?' asked the young woman behind the glass at the megaplex as we ordered our tickets. 'I've heard it's a stinker. We've got lots of other things showing too.'

Neave only smiled. 'Two tickets please.'

'Just don't blame me if you don't like it.'

'I won't.' Neave collected the tickets, and we headed up the stairs to our theatre.

This film really wasn't popular and there was no one else lining up to go in when we arrived at the doors. In the semi-darkness we found our way to our allotted seats. Neave liked to sit near the back and that was where we headed. There were a few other people scattered about but no more than a dozen.

When we sat down, there was no one within three rows of us, which was perfect. After fucking so many men at the pool the previous weekend I thought my wife had some sucking up to do and a blowjob here felt about right to me.

Just as the opening credits rolled by, a man entered. He had silver-grey hair and expensive clothing and an air of authority about him. He looked around the theatre before making his way up toward us. To my disappointment, he entered our row and sat seven or eight seats from Neave.

'Why did you want to see this film?' I asked as I brushed my hand against the side of her breast, to let her know my intentions.

Neave gave me a wink. 'The lead actor, I think he is so hot!'

'You mean we have to sit through this terrible film just because you have the hots for the main actor?'

'Do you want me horny or not?'

'Good point,' I said. 'This film seems perfect.'

As the credits stopped and the film began, Neave unfastened the top button, at her throat, and the one at the knee line of her dress. A couple of minutes later she unfastened the next two buttons in line.

This was looking far more promising. I sat back and allowed my wife to play her little game. Every few minutes or so, she would unfasten the next two buttons as her dress was slowly opened from top and bottom.

'I think you have an admirer,' I whispered in her ear.

'Do I?' she said without turning, but her tone told me that she knew the silver haired man had snuck a little closer to her since the film started.

Neave flicked the next buttons open before easing her dress back from her shoulders, leaving her lovely breasts on show. Then she bent low and unfastened the next button on the other end of her dress. There were every few buttons left fastened now and as she obviously wasn't wearing a bra, I asked her, 'Are you wearing any panties today?'

'Do you want me to be wearing panties?' she teased with a low giggle.

I shook my head.

'Then you're in luck.'

As Neave unfastened the next set of buttons the man moved to sit next to her.

'Hello,' he said. 'I hope you don't mind, but I enjoying you show so much I simply had to introduce myself.'

'My show?' said Neave, in a tone that suggested she didn't understand his comment even though she was now sitting in the darkened theatre with her tits out.

'And forgive me for eavesdropping, but did I hear you mention that you don't have any panties on under that lovely dress.'

'You heard correctly,' said my wife as she turned to face the man for the first time. 'You said something about introducing yourself, but I didn't hear you name.'

'My apologies,' he said, holding out his wrinkled hand. 'Charles Wainwright the third. You may have heard of me.'

'No, I don't believe I have,' said Neave, turning back to face me. 'Do you want me to get rid of him?'

I leant forward and looked at Charles who gave me a wink. 'No, not yet.'

Neave faced the screen as she freed the remaining buttons on her dress. Before either Charles or I had the chance to even peek at her, Neave lifted her feet and placed one of them over my legs and the other over Charles's legs, spreading herself wide open.

'Oh my,' said Charles. 'What a delightful creature you are.'

Neave's dress was now pushed to her sides, leaving her basically naked and her legs spread out over Charles and me.

Charles was the first to react to my wife's unspoken invitation when he slipped his soft hand down between her legs and stroked her pussy.

Neave sighed as she turned to me and said, 'Just remember, I did offer to get rid of him.'

'What and spoil all your fun.'

Neave slowly ground her hips as this stranger rubbed his hand over her pussy.

'Your friend does have the most amazing body,' said Charles to me.

I looked at Charles as I corrected him. 'My wife.'

'My compliments then on your good taste.'

'Thank you,' I said as I watched him toying with Neave's pussy.

Then Neave arched her back as Charles fed his long middle finger into her.

'You may finger me, but please don't make me cum too soon.'

'No?'

I caught Charles's eye. 'My wife enjoys being teased and tormented first.'

'I fully understand,' he said. 'That is the art of seduction, is it not?' He leant in closer and pressed is mouth to Neave's full lips.

I watched as this man, who I had never seen before fifteen minutes ago, fingered and tongue kissed my naked wife, making Neave moan with the pleasure of his attentions.

Just as Neave seemed to really be getting into it, he pulled his finger free of her pussy and stroked her breasts instead.

'Do you like my breasts, Charles?'

'They could be bigger, but then, if they were they would spoil the symmetry of your gorgeous body.'

'I agree.' Neave tipped her head back as though enjoying his touch. 'My husband thought I was undressing for him, but I stripped for you and no one else.'

'In that case, would it seem rude of me to not claim your body as mine for the day?'

Neave shrugged her beautiful shoulders. 'It seems perfectly reasonable to me.'

Charles looked past my wife as he asked, me, 'And you?'

'I can have her almost any day, so why not.'

'That is very accommodating of you, sir.'

'Jack,' I said, holding out my hand.

'Charles,' he said as we shook hands over my naked wife.

'Jack, would you be a dear and stop interrupting him?'

'Sure,' I said, holding up my hands defensively. 'I won't say another word, I promise.'

Charles placed his hand back on Neave's breasts and tenderly caressed them, making her nipples turn stiff and elongated. She sighed as he touched them.

'God, I love a man who knows how to tease my nipples. So many men simply want to stick their cock in me and fuck my pussy. But you seem to understand me better than most men.'

'Including Jack?' asked Charles.

'Clearly not,' said my wife. 'As he is allowing you to use me this way.'

'Touche,' said Charles, dipping his head in my general direction. 'My apologies.'

I smiled to myself. Many men had made the mistake of thinking that as my wife was allowing them to play with her, while I watched, they could try and humiliate me or put me down in some way. Neave never failed to put them back in their place.

'I offer you a challenge,' said Neave.

'And that is?' asked Charles.

'If you can keep me on edge enough to want you to continue playing with me, but to not make me orgasm until the end credits are showing.'

'And if I can?'

Neave smiled. 'If you can do that, you can take me home and fuck me anyway to want for the rest of today.'

'Today?'

'Oh, alright, until tomorrow morning. Does that sound fair?'

'And I may do anything I deem necessary to stimulate you?'

'You may.'

'In that case, challenge accepted.'

'I must warn you that I bore easily.'

'Thank you for the warning.' Charles slowly lowered his arm until his hand was once more between my wife's legs. But instead of playing with her pussy, he turned his attention to her anus.

'Oh yes,' said Neave with a heavy sigh. 'I think you understand my needs well enough to win this challenge.' She gave a sharp intake of breath as Charles pushed a finger up into her ass. 'I do love to have my asshole played with in public!' Not every man has the gumption to do it,' she said, looking toward me.

I shrugged. 'I'm not the exhibitionist you are, my darling.'

'I suppose it is best to have only one exhibitionist in the family.'

'Having said that,' I said. 'Would you allow me to masturbate?'

'Maybe later, but not right now.'

'Of course,' I said. My cock ached but I would never go against me wife's wishes. To take my mind off my cock, I stroked the leg that lay over mine. Touching my wife while another man fingered her asshole might seem strange to many, but it was perfectly natural to me. Neave liked to be touched, even kissed my me as she fucked other men. I still don't know if it is to tease me or to show me how much she loves me.

'Is see why you would like this man,' said Charles, nodding toward the massive screen. 'He is very handsome.'

Neave released a small moan of pleasure as she turned her attention to the big screen.

'Why not close your eyes and imagine it is him with his finger in your pretty asshole?'

Neave closed her eyes as she said, 'Oh yes, that is so much better.'

I admired Charles for his ingenuity as he continued to tell my wife a wild fantasy involving the leading man and her fucking up on the screen with thousands watching them.

Over the next three-quarters of an hour he managed to keep my wife on a sexual knife-edge without pushing her over it.

'For God's sake, you gorgeous man, do it now, make me fucking cum!' she shouted.

Some of the people sitting closest to us turned to watch as Charles buried three fingers into Neave and masterfully eased her into a screaming orgasm.

I young man with a uniform and torch shone it on her as he said, 'Hey, you can't do that here?'

'Jack, get rid of him,' said Neave.

I stood up and stepped closer to the young man. I took out my wallet and handed him a fifty dollar note as I said, 'We are just leaving.'

'Oh, that's alright then,' he said as he turned off his torch, but continued to watch as Neave clung to Charles as she orgasmed.

Neave fastened just enough buttons to be semi-decent and rose. 'Do you want to come with us or go home?' she asked me.

'I'll come if it is alright with Charles?'

'Be my guest,' he said as he wrapped an arm around my wife and started to lead her away.

'How do you know her?' asked the boy looking at me.

'She is my wife.'

I left him looking astounded as I followed Charles and my wife out of the theatre.