In the olden days -- back in the 1980s, before videos killed the adult theaters -- movie theaters that screened smut could be randy places, as my wife Sally and I discovered once.
My wife had brown hair, a medium build that was neither thin nor chubby. She had straight brown hair and large brown eyes.
Perhaps more to the point of my story, she had nicely- proportioned breasts with pink nipples. One aureole was slightly larger than the other. The large pink ovals made her tits very appealing. I always thought they were utterly wonderful. The idea of other men seeing them turned me on.
I mean, don't you just love tits? When a young woman with a baggy shirt stands up, letting you see the outline of her breasts in the front, don't you love it? Don't you love the invention of the halter top?
My wife could be randy when the occasion demanded. Once, I asked her to doff her clothes on a sand dune in a national park. As I penetrated her, a moist earthy smell from her pussy filled my nostrils.
And Sally knew from our previous conversations that it turned me on terribly to see other men looking at her.
Anyway, one time in the 1980s I talked Sally into coming inside an adult theater with me. I'd always liked smut and naked women, and hoped taking her there would be a turn on.
We settled into our seats. My wife was wearing a white shirt, jeans and tennis shoes. I had jeans and a t- shirt on. We watched the movie and a man got into the seat on the other side of Sally, to her left, and lit up a cigarette.
After while, my wife nudged me. The fellow on her life had was lighting up one cigarette after another. The light from his lighter showed that his erect penis was poking up out of his open zipper. As I recall, he didn't seem to be touching it, and he didn't make eye contact with us, but he seemed to want to be noticed.
That gave me an idea. I whispered into Sally's ear, "Will you do something naughty for me?"
"What?" she answered. God knows what she imagined I would ask for.
"Would you go to the bathroom and take your bra off and put it in your purse and come back here?" I said.
After not much resistance, I talked her into it and she left. I watched the movie, and a few minutes later she returned, with her shirt buttoned up again. I could see, however, that her chest had gotten lower.
I put my arm around Sally's shoulders. I reached over and unbuttoned one of her buttons.
"What are you doing?" she said.
"It turns me on that people might see you," I said. "Tell that guy your husband wants to know if he would like to see your breasts."
"I can't do that," she said.
"Yes, you can," I said. "Just tell him."
Sally took the point and leaned over to the guy on the other side.
"My husband wants to know if you want to see my breasts," she said.
The other fellow nodded.
I reached over again, and slowly unbuttoned another button on the blouse. Then another. Soon, the entire front of my wife's blouse was open. My wife stared ahead, her large brown eyes on the screen. I didn't have much of her breasts uncovered, but it could be clearly seen they were hanging naked inside her shirt.
The fellow sitting next to us seemed to notice. So did a man sitting in the row ahead, who turned around and looked at my wife's chest.
"Sally, those men are looking at you," I said.
"Do you really like this?" she asked.
"Yes, please," I whispered into her ears. "I want to see them looking at your nipples."
My left arm was still around Sally's shoulders. With my right hand, I pulled part of her shirt toward me, exposing her right breast. The large, beautiful, lump sagged slightly against her chest.
"The men are staring at you," I whispered to Sally.
They sure were. Now three of them were glaring at my wife's chest.
"Oh Sally," I murmured into her ear. "Tell him if he wants to see more he has to touch himself."
Sally leaned over and said something to him.
As we watched, the man, still holding a cigarette in one hand, grasped his cock in his other hand, putting the tips of his fingers against the shaft. My wife looked at me, looking a bit embarrassed, and then looked again at his dick.
I reached over and pulled the shirt away from the other breast.
The three men gazed at my wife's boobs, his nipples clearly visible in the theater light. And I noticed that the tips of my wife's nipples seemed to be hardening under their gaze.
"You're making me really hard," I said.
And indeed, my cock was pushing against my pants. I could still see the prick of the guy to my wife's left standing up, and I knew my own purple head was pushing against my underwear.
Sally seemed to be getting into it, too. I could see that she was breathing hard. Of course, that made her breasts rise and fall under the hungry gaze of the watchers.
