Disclaimer
: Everyone in the story is 18 years old or older at all points. Any resemblance to any actual person, living or dead, is happenstance.
"Oh, come on, Bret. I don't want to go to that theater. The place is sleazy, and they only show bad porn movies," Linda told her husband for what felt like the 100th time.
Bret knew that Linda wasn't into going to the theater. She had made it clear every time he brought it up what she thought of the old theater a few blocks from the house. She didn't like the look of the old building or the men who hung around outside.
She also didn't see the need for porn. That was another sore spot in their relationship. Bret didn't see anything wrong with it and watched them since college. Linda thought it was disgusting and thought that Bret watching them was a form of cheating on her.
This topic had been one of the things that they fought over in their short time married. On their honeymoon, Bret had brought up wanting to watch porn to spice things up. But, unfortunately, Linda thought he didn't find her desirable. The resulting fight made things miserable for both of them for a couple of days.
That was a year ago, and sex between them had gotten pretty stale. Missionary style, one or two times a week with the lights out. Bret tried to get Linda to try new things. This often led to fights over her not being enough for him and his porn watching.
Friday night rolled around, and Tim begged Bret to go out all week.
"Hey babe, Tim asked if I would go out with him tonight. Are you ok with me doing that?" Bret asked his wife Linda, knowing that she would let him know about their plans.
"Well, we don't have any plans for tonight, and Beth has wanted to go out as well. So I guess we can split up for the evening," Linda replied, looking up from her magazine.
"Cool, thanks, babe," Bret said, kissing Linda before going upstairs to get ready. Fifteen minutes later, he came back downstairs.
"See you later, love you," Bret told Linda, kissing her and walking out the door.
"Love you too," she said to his departing back.
They both were gone for a few hours and arrived back at the house about the same time.
Linda walked in and kissed Bret before putting her purse down and pouring herself a drink. Once it was ready, she sat on the couch.
"How was your time with Tim? Did you like the new bar?" she asked, taking her shoes off.
"It was good. I really should go out more often. The bar was great. Would you like to go there some night?" Bret asked, knowing that she would never go to a bar.
"You know I hate bars. They are loud, and it's hard to hold any kind of conversation. Unless you are yelling," Linda replied, shifting in her chair.
"I know, but the food might be worth the noise," he assured her.
"How is Tim doing?"
"He is doing ok, same old Tim, you know," Bret told her as he sat next to her.
Not wanting to be rude, "Beth doing ok?" he asked.
"She seemed to be."
"Anything interesting going on?" Bret asked, fishing to see if Beth had told Linda anything about the theater.
Linda paused. She didn't want to tell Bret what Beth had told her, not right now anyway. She had to figure out how she felt first.
"Not really. Beth mentioned Tim had a new position."
"Tim did mention it," Bret told her, disappointed that Beth hadn't told Linda of their trips to the theater.
"Anything interesting going on with Tim?" Linda asked, hoping that he would confirm what Beth had said.
Not falling for that trap
, Bret thought.
"Nothing other than the new position," Bret assured her.
They quickly ran out of things to talk about and picked something on tv to watch, each lost in their thoughts.
The story Tim had told him kept repeatedly playing in Bret's mind all evening, as did the story Beth had told Linda.
Linda had noticed that Brett seemed preoccupied with something. Part of her wondered if it was the same thing she was trying to come to grips with from her conversation with Beth. Her night out with Beth had been unexpected and shocking.
Realizing how late it was, they turned in for the night, laying side by side. Both tried to work through how to tell the other what they had learned about their friends.
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Bret's story
Bret sat at the bar with his best friend, Tim. They were talking about their wives. The usual stuff men complain to each other. That is until Bret told Tim of Linda's aversion to porn. Bret also complained of the lack of excitement in their marriage. Tim had married Beth six years ago, and Bret hoped that Tim could give him some advice.
"We had the same problem. Beth hated porn," Tim told Bret.
He laughed at the surprised look on Bret's face. "A couple of times, she caught me looking at it. That led to the largest fights we ever had," Tim confided to Bret after taking a drink.
"You said had. Is it still a problem," Bret asked, hoping that Tim had found a way to get Beth to like it.
"Not anymore," Tim said with a grin.
The moment lasted almost a minute before Bret couldn't take it any longer.
"Well?" Bret asked, pressing Tim for an answer.
"I convinced her to go to the old Londow Theater on east main."
"Didn't they condemn the place," Bret said, confused about why going to a condemned theater helped.
"It was, but someone fixed the issues and opened an adult theater there."
This impressed Bret. "You got Beth to go to an adult theater?"
"Although It took some doing, pestering her to go and check it out. Eventually, she asked if she went, would I drop it."
The conversation stopped as the bartender walked up. They ordered some appetizers and another round.
"I told her that if she went and didn't like the place, I would never bring it up again. She had to make an effort, though, not get to the door and say I'm done," Tim said after the bartender walked away.
"What did she think after she went there?"
"She bitched about the outside being old and dated. She also didn't like the crowd hanging around outside. Especially when the men outside seemed to follow us into the theater when we arrived. The inside is dark. Even the common areas aren't well lit."
"There are a couple of theaters showing different flicks. You buy the ticket for the one you want to watch, but no one cares if you slip into the other movies. The thing I like most was the seats are leather and reclined."
Tim started laughing. "The stuck-up little princess found the place turned her on. The action on and off-screen got to her. So we went home and fucked like we did when we were dating. Now every once in a while, she asks to go."
"Wait, off-screen action?"
"Yeah, well, watching the movies gets some people excited, and they don't seem to mind if other people watch. Most of the time, it's some random guy jacking off. We saw a couple go at it once. The woman sucked off the guy. That got Beth's motor running."
They stopped talking as the bartender dropped off the food and drinks they had ordered.
"Never in a million years would Beth perv on something like that," Bret laughed. It was hard to picture one of the most stuck-up women he knew getting excited. Let alone from watching someone give a blow job."
Tim glanced around, ensuring no one was listening before leaning in a little.
"That isn't the best part. A few weeks ago, we went there, kind of a date night thing," He said with a smile.
"Beth wore a short skirt that showed off her long legs and a tight top that barely contained her large breasts. But, since we were going to the theater, she opted to leave her panties and bra in her purse. She said it got in the way, and she would put it on when we left for dinner."
"So there we are, making out. I pulled Beth's top upward enough that her tits popped out, exposed to the other men around us. Beth was past the point of caring that we had collected a small crowd who were watching the live-action." "
"I had pushed two fingers into her soaked cunt when a woman walked into the theater alone. She sat down in the next section. Dressed in a short skirt and a button-down blouse, she caught everyone's attention."
"Guys started moving from all over, sitting around the new woman. Finally, even our audience left for the new woman. The guys crowding around the woman worried Beth. She thought that they were going to attack her or something. That was one of the reasons that she had not wanted to go there at first."
"Her fear led to her wanting to go to the management to get help. Well, around that time, the other woman unbuttoned and opened her blouse. She wasn't wearing a bra, so this exposed a set of large milky white breasts to the men around her."
"Beth had stood as the other woman exposed herself. She was still pulling on me to go with her to get help. At this point, Beth froze. She stood there watching as many sets of hands attacked the other woman's breasts."
"You should have seen Beth. She stood there like a deer caught in the headlights of a car. She watched as the woman dropped her hands over the sides of her chair. Right into the laps of the men on either side of her."
Tim smiled as he remembered. "Beth could see that several men had their dicks out and that the woman was tugging on them."
Bret sat there, enthralled as his best friend described a scene out of a porno movie. But, the best part by far was that Beth stood and watched.
"Did they fuck her?"
Tim took a drink of his beer. "I was coming to that. So a group of men was pawing at this woman. She lifted her feet and put them on the seats in front of her, exposing her pussy. One of the guys must have been fingering the slut. As we watched, she stopped moving and started shaking."
"While this was going on, Beth wandered over. She moved to the row in front of the woman and stood, watching. "
"One of the guys sitting there must have thought Beth wanted to play. So he slid a hand up her leg and started creasing her pussy."
"She was so into what the other woman was doing that it took a minute before she realized what he had done. Then, finally, she looked down at the guy and half-assed pushed his hand away, shaking her head."
"I had walked over and was standing next to her. The guy looked nervous. I guess he thought that he might get his ass kicked."
Tim finished his beer and motioned for the bartender to get him another. Then, new beer in hand, he continued his story.
