Our Favorite Stop in Amarillo
This is our third attempt at writing about some of our adventures throughout the years; they are true. Our first two attempts were returned to us for good reasons-- grammar, punctuation, and general guidance. Hopefully, this this time, we will make it, but if not, we will take the criticism, fix it and submit again.
As I said, our writings are of the adventures that Linda and I have had throughout the thirty-plus years we have been married. We are doing this together and are enjoying the reliving of it with the written word.
We have tried very hard not to embellish our stories, to stick to exactly what happened as we remember it.
I am now sixty-eight; my wife, Linda, is sixty-three. We have been 'exploring our sexual fantasies' for more than thirty years, and we ain't done yet. Linda was raised in a third-generation nudist family and led a very open and uninhibited life. I, on the other hand, was raised Roman Catholic, in a very conservative family. What a collision of two very different ways of life. And I'm glad to say, it was me that adapted and embraced their lifestyle.
We decided to do this one night, while visiting a very close friend whom we had known for many years. We were telling him of this time we slept in a truck stop outside of Amarillo, Texas. He told us about Literotica and how we should share our exploits with others. On the way home, we talked more about it, and the more we talked, the more excited we both got; to the point where my wife ended up with her breasts out, her skirt up, smiling for the truckers, as we went down Interstate-10.
Linda worries, "What if someone reads it and it's about them and a time with us?"
Of course, we will change all the names, and places if need be. Other than that, if you recognize us, give us a call.
So here goes...
You can probably skip the first couple paragraphs, but with this being a true story, and never having written anything like this, we felt we should lead in with some information about us.
I am retired from the military; Linda is my second wife. My first marriage ended in divorce; Linda's first husband died of cancer. Her husband and I knew each other while serving, and that's how I got to know her. We kept in touch for many years, until we were both single; we connected, and married. Meeting her family is a story all in itself, for another time.
The open lifestyle was not completely new to me, as I said, though I came from a strict upbringing. I married my high-school sweetheart at nineteen, and the military took us a thousand miles from home-- where we went crazy. We did some crazy stuff, and she began working at a so-called massage parlor. We partied hard for four years. This, of course, was when I realized just how much I enjoyed sharing my wife with other men.
But that's for another chapter, IF she gives me approval to write about them. She is now happily re-married, and we are still good friends; I would never do anything that would cause her grief and ruin our friendship.
The adventure Linda and I are telling now was certainly not our first; we had done a lot of crazy fun stuff before, but this was one of the wildest. Depending on how this is received, we would love to tell more.
In the fall of 2002, we had driven from our home in Arizona to New York to visit family. The drive to New York was fairly uneventful, other than Linda enjoying herself as she flashed her titties and pussy to the truckers. On the way back, it was a whole different story.
We had been away from home for two weeks, and while seeing family was great, being forced to act 'proper' most of the time, left us both a little sexually frustrated. We were more than ready to head home, and while the trip back was long, we decided to take our time. Linda was a little braver than usual, I'm sure due to the pent-up frustration, and was having a blast flirting and flashing the truckers, fast-food drive-thrus, and (my favorite) an occasional ask-for-directions flash. I was enjoying the shows and the occasional blowjobs as I drove.
We had been on the road for almost three days, entering Texas on Interstate-40 at about five-thirty in the afternoon. We were both tired of the road. I was looking for a pull-off to stretch our legs, maybe a bite to eat, and a quick nap before we made the final leg back home. Just east of Amarillo, we saw a sign which I thought was a truck stop sitting about a half-mile off the interstate. You could see some trucks pulled off, and figured I would park over there, walk around a bit, get a bite to eat, then push our seats back, and get some sleep. However, as we pulled in, and although there were four or five trucks idling in the back of the lot, we found that it wasn't a truck stop per se, but a large adult store.
As I said, traveling always gets Linda horny, and though Linda has a lot of toys at home, we are always interested in looking for new ones, and at the very least, stretch our legs and get a coke from the soda machine. The place was pretty big and exceptionally clean. Nothing like the ones we had been to a few times.
The guy at the desk, probably mid-40s and average build, welcomed us and offered to help us find anything we may be looking for. Other than us, there was no one in the main part of the store. We looked around at all of the toys and noticed on one side of the store, there was a door to viewing booths, and on the other, was a door that led to a small theater. While Linda had never been to an adult theater, she sure had heard a lot of stories about them.
We got some tokens from the guy at the counter, who once again, assured us how safe and clean his store was. As we entered the area where the booths were, we found out where the truckers were. Mostly just milling about the area, or more appropriately put, prowling looking for action. And, of course, when they saw my little redhead-in-a-skirt, we got a lot of smiles and head nods, as if they knew we were coming there to play. And Linda being the flirt that she is, simply smiled back at them.
We picked a booth and went inside. Linda stood in front of me, and we watched the small TV screen for a bit. I reached around and cupped her breast through her blouse, kissed the back of her neck, and she responded by leaning back, reaching behind with her hand, and rubbing my already-hard cock through my jeans.
Linda looked around and asked, "I thought these places had holes in the walls."
I told her some do, some don't, depending on the local bylaws.
"Oh," Linda said, sounding a little disappointed.
So, I quietly unlatched the door so it could be opened up a bit. The door was hung unevenly, so it opened about a foot on its own. Linda looked up at me and just smiled.
Within minutes, we had a gentleman looking through the opening at us. I have always gotten extra horny when seeing another man drooling over Linda, so I raised up her skirt a bit, reached under and massaged her pussy through her panties. I certainly wasn't surprised to find her panties damp. She looked over at the door, and smiled at the man watching her. The TV went black and I had no more tokens, so we headed out of the booth area.
In a meek voice, Linda asked, "After we look around, do you want to see what the theater is like?"
"We can if you would like."
She just nodded her head yes.
We walked around for a bit looking at the adult toys. I think we emptied out the video booths, cause everyone was now in the store area pretending to 'shop' when actually they were trying to get a look at Linda.
As I went up to the counter to purchase tickets to the theater, I saw that they also had cameras monitoring the booth rooms and had undoubtedly saw our door open and me groping Linda's pussy while a stranger watched. I asked for two tickets and reached for my wallet.
The guy waved his hand and said, "Don't worry about it, it's a slow night, the viewings on me."
We walked into the theater, and stopped to let our eyes adjust to the darkness. It wasn't very big, pretty narrow and maybe thirty or forty seats total. I had been into a number of adult theaters, and most were pretty small and dingy; this one was very well kept. In the back, there was a platform the entire width of the room, about thirty feet wide, no more than six feet deep, and at the most, three feet high. For lack of a better term, it looked like a stage. We ventured down the aisle, sat about halfway down and four or five seats in. Though we came to see the movie, it was more to satisfy Linda's curiosity of what an adult theater was.
The place was empty with the exception of two guys in the very front. It was obvious they were enjoying each other in some fashion, versus watching the movie.
We weren't in there long before the door started opening and closing repeatedly. One by one, some of the guys that were in the booth area came into the theater to 'watch' the movie. The screen had the typical porn movie on, nothing special. And as Linda and I pretended to be enthralled by the plot of the movie, we couldn'thelp but notice we now had two guys directly behind us, one directly in front of me, and one, two chairs off to Linda's side.
We played it pretty cool for a bit, taking in the room, and trying to assess the guys that had seated themselves around us. There was no doubt in my mind that Linda was getting turned on, knowing that it was her presence that had brought them in, and not the movie. Nonetheless, we were a little cautious and pretended to watch the movie.
