3 comments/ 59607 views/ 19 favorites Thrown Out of the Adult Bookstore! By: DooMyWife2 Our hometown only has one adult bookstore in it, and my wife, Brandie and I, have played there several times. Most often, late at night, actually early in the mornings, around 1-2-3 O'clock in the mornings, as we have been on our way home from clubs, half drunk, horny, and looking for fun. This is the story of how we got thrown out of there one night, for having a little,"too much fun." One Friday evening, about 9 PM, we were sitting around the house, watching TV, with no special plans for the night, when my wife spoke up and said, "What do you say we go down to the adult bookstore and see what kind of fun we can have?" I immediately jumped up and was ready to go, but she told me to calm down, she would have to get ready first. Then she went to take a shower, shave her pussy silky smooth, do her hair, put on some make up, and get dressed. When my wife was ready to go, she came out into the living room and did a little modeling walk around in front of me for my approval. I immediately noticed that she was wearing a very bright red lipstick, a shade that she normally doesn't wear, because for every day wear, she thinks it's too bright and gaudy. In fact she has a nickname for it, she calls it, "cock sucking red", and she only wears it when she is prepared to be a slut and possibly suck some strange cock! The thought immediately made my cock start to stiffen inside my jeans! Although the lipstick was a brighter red, it complimented the darker red shade of her fingernails, the red garter belt she was wearing that held up her high quality, shear black stockings with the seams up the back, and her red high heeled pump shoes. Around her left ankle, she wore a heavy gold anklet that glinted every time it caught a ray of light and it brought your attention to the flower tattoo on the outside of her ankle, as if you needed any other reason to be looking at her sexy long legs. Brandie had chosen to wear one of my favorite nighties. It was black, with a little bit of red trim to it. The upper portion, from her waistline up, was black lace and had just enough of a supportive shape built into it, to hold her 38C tits naturally, without being too binding, or too loose. The lace, allowed you to pretty clearly see her nipples and areola, through it. There was a phony elastic red belt, with a red bow made into it, around the middle, separating the top and bottom of the nightie. It served no real function other than as a decorative trim item to separate the top and bottom of the nightie.. The bottom portion, or skirt of the nightie, was about knee length, but it was made of shear nylon layers that were quite see through. She wasn't wearing any kind of panty, no G-string, thong, no panty of any type, and so the sheerness of the nightie showed off my wife's ass, cleanly shaved pussy, garter belt, and stocking tops, quite nicely. As she twirled around the living room for my viewing pleasure, she asked me, "Do I look sexy?" My wife, Brandie, (at the time of this story), was about 50. She's 5'7" tall, blond hair, long sexy legs, a perfect ass, 38C tits, and shapely figure. Tanned year round from her own tanning bed at home, her skin always has a beautiful glow to it that accentuates and highlights her blond hair and pretty white smile. Of course at 50, she carried a little more weight than she would like and wasn't as firm everywhere as she was when she was 30, but she's still very attractive and has no trouble turning heads when she's trying to, and this outfit was sure going to turn heads! Excitedly, I said, "Hell YES!" Then a little less enthusiastically I asked, "Are you really going to wear THAT into the adult bookstore? That's pretty revealing!" Brandie's response was, that she was going to wear a light overcoat, (since it was springtime and cool in the evenings, that wouldn't look out of place), from home into the store, then inside the store, she would open the coat as we walked around the brightly lit areas upstairs where the bookshelves, movies, magazines, and toys are all displayed, but that when we went downstairs to the dimly lit area of the movie booths and theaters, she would remove the coat and let me carry it. My cock was hard as a rock in my pants, imagining my sexy wife walking around an adult bookstore in this outfit, and so I said, "Let's go!" Brandie put on her coat, we got in the car and made the short 15 minute trip to the bookstore. When we walked in the front door of the bookstore, I was a bit taken aback at the sight of the person sitting at the front counter. I had heard that the bookstore had been recently bought out by some LGBT folks, but I was totally unprepared for the "freak show" we were about to see! The person, (I can't say it was a man, or a woman, because I don't know!), sitting at the front counter, had half their head shaved. And the bare half of their head was completely tattooed. The hair on the other half of the head was long and multicolored. Of course this "person" had all kinds of hardware stuck in their face, lips, cheeks, ears, eyebrows, they looked like a fucking pin cushion! "It" was wearing a wife beater T-shirt and torn up blue jeans pants tucked into knee high black leather boots with a chain belt and every exposed portion of skin was tattooed. My immediate thought was, that I was glad I met "this" in a brightly lit room, as meeting "it" in a dark alley would have scared the shit outta me! This attendant person, looked our way as we entered, but then went back to reading the book on the counter. As I've already stated, this portion of the store is brightly lit and there were several people walking around in the store looking at various items on the shelves. Brandie and I headed towards the back of the store where the magazine racks are. I noticed there were a couple of normal looking fellows browsing there by themselves. As we entered this area that is almost a room of it's own, separate from the main store area, my wife opened her coat, and with her hands in her pockets, she made sure that it stayed open, so that anyone she passed by, could plainly see how she was dressed. Then we began the game of walking through the area, looking at magazines on the shelves, movies on the racks, and showing my wife off to anyone, who happened to be in the area and could get a good look. We passed a couple of guys, who couldn't hide their surprise, but obvious enjoyment of how my wife was dressed, and they made no bones about trying to maneuver around in order to get another good look at her from the front, where her coat was open. Brandie was surprisingly playful, (the reason I say surprisingly, is because she was stone cold sober and she is rarely this bold without a little alcohol encouragement). As we moved through the store and the three guys in that area jockeyed around for better viewing positions, my wife made a point of splaying her coat open further at times, stopping in certain positions to give some guy a longer view of her, and she sometimes made sexual, "dirty" comments to me about something we saw on a magazine, or movie cover, in a loud enough voice that some guy close by could hear. My wife was obviously enjoying one of her favorite sexual games, and that's, exhibitionism! We had discovered, many years earlier, that my wife got great sexual enjoyment out of showing herself off, in sexual ways, to men. She enjoyed their attention and it always turned her on, and heightened her own sexual pleasure, when she knew she was being looked at, by men, with sexual desire on their minds. On the times when we would be out all night in clubs and bars and she would be cock teasing the men all night, but then we went home and had sex together, she would always be so fucking horny, turned on, and excited, that we would fuck like rabbits all night long and she never seemed to be able to get enough! Later in our relationship, when we started sharing her with other men for sex, she discovered that having me watching her with other men, and joining in, sent her to sexual levels that she never imagined existed. In a threesome, (or sometimes small gang bangs), my wife had a nearly insatiable sexual appetite! Brandie discovered that she really enjoyed having sex while anyone, even groups of people watched. So, this game we were playing in the adult bookstore that night, was really making my wife horny! On a couple of occasions, as we stood close together, she whispered to me about how much she was getting turned on and how wet her pussy was getting. I told her to let me feel it while someone was watching us. So, the next time we were in the same aisle with another guy, Brandie turned towards me, and stood a bit to my side, so that she was boldly facing a man just a few steps behind me. I slid my hand under the skirt of her nightie and slipped a finger into my wife's pussy. It was so wet, that my finger easily slipped between her pussy lips and right up her cunt! I was watching my wife's face the whole time, and as she first turned towards me, she looked straight into the face of the guy behind me, with a kind of daring look on her face as if to say to him, "Watch this!" As my hand made contact with her cleanly shaved pussy, I saw my wife kind of shudder, as if she caught a cold chill. Than as my finger traced over her pussy lips, she bit her bottom lip, and as it slipped inside her and up her cunt, she closed her eyes, opened her mouth, gasped and swooned a bit, then she opened her eyes again and looked directly back at the other man as she stood there with my finger up her cunt. I felt Brandie's cunt muscles twitch around my finger and a warm flood of fresh juices seemed to gush forth from her, seeping out, to wet my hand, and the outside of her own pussy lips and crotch. It wasn't really an orgasm, per say, but it was an involuntary reaction to the sexual stimulation my wife was having from displaying herself in such a "nasty", sexual way to a total stranger! Then Brandie leaned toward me, and we kissed, as I pulled my finger out of her and rubbed my hand up and down on her pussy a couple of times, spreading the fresh wetness across her cleanly shaved pussy. When we were done with the show, we both turned back towards the shelves full of magazines and I looked to my left, at the man, who had been watching us, from just a few steps away. I smiled, and he grinned and nodded his head, as if to say, "That was very cool!" As I stood there having this little unspoken dialogue with that other guy, I suddenly realized how much I could smell the scent of my wife's hot, wet, pussy in the air. I nudged her to move down the aisle a bit, and the guy keeping about the same distance from us, moved the same way we did, so that he was then standing where we had just been. I shot a glance back at him and wondered if he could now smell Brandie's scent. As I looked at him, he was holding a magazine in his hands that he had picked up off the shelf, but he looked towards me and exaggerated an inhale and then smiled at me, letting me know that he did in fact, have the scent! I leaned over and whispered to my wife, "He can smell your pussy." She snapped her head over at me, surprised, as if that thought hadn't occurred to her, then she looked around me, at the guy, who was now trying to look casual, and she whispered back, "He's not bad looking. I wouldn't mind letting him smell it up close." My wife had just told me, that she wouldn't mind having this guy eating her pussy, and the thought of that, instantly made my cock harden inside my pants! After this little escapade was over, Brandie and I browsed around the store a little more, letting three other men get a good look at what my wife was wearing under her coat. A fourth guy walked past us, and as he did, he stopped and gave a shocked, gasp! This fellow didn't look "straight" to me. Excuse me for a little presumptive, stereotyping here, but the guy was skinny as a rail, and his mannerisms just had "gay" written all over them. Not to mention, that his gasp at the sight of my sexy wife, didn't sound like a pleasant, shocked gasp, of someone who enjoyed the sudden sight of a sexily dressed woman, but it sounded more like the shocked gasp of a high society lady, who had just caught sight of the local tramp at the neighborhood ball, dressed in a miniskirt! He immediately ran out of the magazine area and up to the front counter to talk to the person in charge there. I saw him talking excitedly to this person and pointing at my wife. They both shot glances over at us. I was watching them, watching us, Brandie wasn't paying them any attention. She was busy pretending to look at a magazine while making sure one of the other men in the area got a good look at her through the open front of her coat. The counter person, (I swear, I still couldn't tell if it was a man, or a woman), seemed to be trying to calm the skinny guy down. I assumed the gay guy had been complaining about the way my wife was dressed in the store. She was the only woman that I had seen in the place, since we came in, and I'm assuming that the gay guy didn't like the competition of a real life, flesh and blood woman on his turf. Brandie and I made our way into the main area of the store, up front, near the counter, and took some time looking at some of the sex toys on display there. We whispered back and forth to each other as we viewed some of them and discussed how much fun this one, or that one, might be to play with. As we did this, the three men, who had been in the magazine area with us, had followed us at a respectful distance just to see if they could get another glimpse of my wife. The door to the stairs, that led down to the movie booths and theaters, was right near where we were standing. I opened it and ushered Brandie through it and down the stairs. As she went through the door ahead of me, I saw the gay guy excitedly say something to the counter person, and the counter person picked up the phone. As soon as we stepped through the door at the top of the stairs and closed it behind us, it was like stepping into a different world. The lighting was much dimmer than the brilliantly lit store, there was a combination of music and sexual gasps and groans floating in the air, presumably from the various movies playing in the couple dozen booths below, and the air seemed to be a little stale with just a hint of old sexual activity hanging on. The stairs ended in a short hallway that had a couple of bathrooms off to each side. As we stepped off the bottom of the stairs, my wife slipped her coat off and handed it to me. I rolled it up and stuffed it under my arm. We continued straight ahead and through a doorway that had no door on it, into a foyer that had a counter to the left, two closed doors straight across from it, each leading into a different theater, and another doorway, sans the door, at the end of the counter, that led into a large room that we knew held a couple dozen movie booths. In the past, my wife and I had gone into these movie booths, found one that had a glory hole between our booth and the booth next to it, (not every booth had a glory hole in it), and had some great sexual fun. My wife and I had sex while the guy in the next booth watched, and jacked off, Brandie had been finger fucked by a hand coming through the glory hole, she had jacked off a few faceless cocks, and sucked a couple at these glory holes. We figured that tonight, we might do the same. As we stopped at the counter to buy our movie booth tickets, the skinny gay guy, from upstairs, came rushing past us and disappeared into the movie booth area. A couple of men, who were in the movie booth area, walked past the doorway, and looking out towards the counter, they caught sight of my wife. The one guy, grabbed the other by the arm and pointed at us standing at the counter. I think they were about to have come out of the booth area, but the one guy convinced his buddy to stay in there for a bit, if we were coming in there, he wanted to see what we were going to do. A couple of the guys we had been showing off to upstairs, had come down stairs, one guy just went past us into the movie booth room and the other guy went into one of the theaters. The counter here, was staffed by what appeared to be another LGBT type freak, but I "think" this one was a man. He had a Mohawk haircut and the hair down the middle of his head was colored in the manner of the gay pride flag. I thought that was unique. He was shirtless and had a chain hanging from one nipple ring to the other. Like the freak upstairs, he had tattoos on nearly every inch of his body and more hardware stuck in his face than you could find at Home Depot! I dug a $5 bill out of my wallet and asked the counter person for five dollars worth of movie booth tokens. He told me, "She can't go in the movie booths, woman aren't allowed in the movie booth room." "Why," I asked? "We're trying to cut down on the incidence of prostitution in there. We've had too many cases of women using the booths as places for their business," he responded. Giving a little chuckle, I said, "Well, this is my wife, and I'm no pimp. We just want to see some movies. She's not going to be doing any prostitution in there." Out of the corner of my eye, I spotted the skinny gay guy watching us from the doorway into the movie booths and a thought hit me. I saw the counter person, upstairs, pick up the phone just before we went downstairs. I'll bet that call went to this guy, to tell him not to allow us into the movie booths, because sucking cock at the glory holes in there was the private property of the skinny gay guy and he didn't want any competition from a female mouth, that he knew, most men would prefer to have, sucking their cocks! The counter guy insisted, "I don't care, it's the owner's policy that women can't go in there," as he shook his thumb towards the doorway to the movie booths. I knew this was a loosing argument. Apparently the LGBT freaks, who had bought the place, (if this really was the owner's policy and not just something these freaks on duty cooked up), considered this place their own little playground and they were making it hard for a straight couple to have any fun here. So, I chose not to press the issue any farther. I asked, "Well, can we at least go in the theater and watch a movie in there?" I figured that we could at least watch a little porn and my wife could give me a hand job, or a blow job, and I might even finger fuck her to an orgasm in the big theater, before we called it a night. He relented and said we could go in the big theater, so I purchased a couple of tickets and we went in there. As I mentioned before, there were two theaters there, across the room from the counter. One theater was for "straight people" and showed typical male-female sex situations, although there was a lot of female bi-sexuality in most of those movies as well; and one theater for "gay people". I presume that they only showed male homosexual movies in there. The theater had a large screen in the front of the room and several rows of old, used, church pews for seating. I always wondered if that was someone's idea of a sick joke, or was it simply a matter of the original owner looking for cheap, durable seating for his porno movie theater? The theater was lit only by the movie screen, and a few dim lights on the ceiling. So it was pretty dark, difficult to see much detail across the room, but if you were close together, you could see each other pretty well. It wasn't difficult to see, that the theater was empty, except for one guy sitting on the very back bench, we were the only ones in there. My wife and I took a seat on the middle row of seating and all the way across the room, away from the door. We sat down, and started talking about how much bullshit we thought, what the guy at the counter had told us, was. My wife seemed a little disappointed that we weren't going to be able to play in the movie booths. I told her what I thought the real deal was, about the freaks wanting the place all for themselves and she agreed, I was probably right. We decided to watch a little porn, then go on home. I also secretly hoped that we might have as much fun as we had one night here, when my wife had fucked a total stranger in this very theater. But that was years ago, before the freaks bought the place and the previous owners allowed straight couples to have some fun! At the very least, I was hoping for that hand job, or blow job. Thrown Out of the Adult Bookstore! Once we relaxed and forgot about the bullshit of being denied to go into the booths, we started to get into watching the porn movie on the big screen. I started rubbing my wife's sexy, stocking clad legs, and it didn't take long for my cock to be hard as a rock. My wife was rubbing it through my pants and I wanted more than that, so I undid my pants, freeing my hard cock to spring out and up in my lap, and my wife quickly wrapped her fist around it and started slowly pumping it up and down as we watched the movie. My left hand ventured up past the smooth stocking top of my wife's stocking, onto her bare thigh, and eventually onto her cleanly shaved pussy, where I easily slid a finger into her well lubed, juicy pussy. As we sat there, playing with each other, the theater door opened and the gay guy stuck his head in. I'm not sure if he could see us all the way on the other side of the room, or not, but even if he did, he must have been satisfied that we were alone, not intruding on his territory in the booths area, so he pulled his head back and shut the door. Brandie and I spent the next several minutes making out, with her rubbing my cock and me fingering her pussy. The intense odor of my wife's juicy pussy, soon permeated the air around us, and it added to the eroticism of being in an adult bookstore movie theater playing with each other. The door opened again, and this time, it was the two guys that I had seen earlier, looking at us from the booth area. I guess when we didn't come in the booth room, they must have wondered where we went, and so they came looking for us. When they saw us all the way over on the other side of the theater, they came over and sat on the bench right behind us. Brandie and I, slowed down our passionate making out a bit, although we still kept stroking and fingering each other. The two guys didn't make any moves to get involved with us, so we just pretty much ignored them. Fifteen or twenty minutes later, the door opened again, and we could see it was the guy who had seen me slipping my finger into Brandie's pussy, upstairs, earlier. He came down the same row of seating we were on, and walked right up beside my wife. My hand was on the inside of her thigh, although at the moment, I didn't have any fingers inside her pussy, and my wife's fist was still wrapped around my hard cock. I'm sure that even in the dim light of the theater, he must have been able to see that. Grabbing the back of the bench we were sitting on, and the back of the bench in front of us, the fellow leaned down, across Brandie, and said to me, "You mind if I sit down here next your wife?" I said, "Sure. Go ahead." When the guy had approached us, Brandie had stopped stroking my cock and just sat there holding it. Once he was sitting next to her for a few minutes, and I started rubbing her pussy again, getting her hotter, she started slowly jacking my cock again. Our friend saw what we were doing and he decided to see if he could join in. I saw his right hand, venture on to my wife's left leg, and he started rubbing up and down her thigh, obviously enjoying the feeling of the high quality stockings on her sexy legs. There are few things my wife enjoys more, than having a man rubbing her thigh, especially when she's wearing good, high quality stockings that are silky smooth. The act of a man rubbing her thigh, turns her on, and says to her, that he really likes her and he wants more! I knew that with me rubbing her right leg, and this strange man, who's name we didn't even know, rubbing her left leg, she must have been in Heaven! I turned a little to my left, towards Brandie, reached my right hand over onto the inside of her right thigh, and pulled it toward me, as I simultaneously planted my mouth on hers for a tongue swapping passionate kiss. While we were kissing, I slid my hand up the inside of her thigh and slipped a couple of fingers into my wife's pussy. The eroticism of the environment, all the exhibitionism that she had been doing since we had been there, watching the porn action on the big screen, me rubbing one thigh and the stranger rubbing her other one, had all combined to make my wife very horny and her juicy pussy was so wet, that I easily slipped a couple of fingers between her pussy lips and into her cunt. With my mouth clamped over her's, Brandie moaned and wiggled a bit as my fingers slid into her and I'm sure the guy on the other side of her knew exactly what had just happened, even if he didn't clearly see it. Up to this point, he had been trying to act like he was watching the movie while nonchalantly rubbing my wife's leg. When we broke off the kiss, I went for her neck, and my wife held her head back so that I could kiss her neck and chest. I saw the guy next to her use his free hand, (he wasn't going to let go of Brandie's thigh), to open his pants and let his hard cock spring out to stand up in front of him. I worked my mouth around to the right side of my wife's neck and as I kissed her neck and worked up to her ear, I whispered to her, "You want that guy's fingers in your pussy, don't you, slut?" Her eyes were closed, and her head was down now, as she was lost in the sexual passion of the stimulation she was getting from me and our stranger friend. She didn't speak, but answered my question with positive murmurs, and groans. I put my mouth right on her ear and told her that the guy had taken his cock out of his pants, he wanted her to rub it. I saw Brandie open her eyes and look at the guy's cock. I put my mouth right on her ear again, and whispered, "Take his cock in your hand, slut. He wants you to stroke him. You want to stroke him too, don't you?" This time, she turned her face towards me and in a whispering voice said, "Yes." Then she planted her mouth on mine and kissed me, sucking on my tongue like it was a cock. I had my eyes open and I could see that while we were kissing, my wife reached over with her left hand and wrapping her fist around the stranger's cock, she started slowly jerking him like she had been doing me. When we broke off the kiss, I sat up, but still turned towards Brandie, so that I could watch everything that was going on. I saw my wife lift her left leg and put it over the other guy's right knee, so that he could rub her thigh higher. He instantly took the bait, sliding his hand onto my wife's pussy. Even in the darkness, because of the close distance, and with my eyes well adjusted to the lighting of the theater, I was able to clearly see a couple of his fingers slip between my wife's pussy lips and disappear up her cunt. I saw my wife shiver and let out a sexual moan as his fingers slid into her. I knew Brandie was really enjoying all this physical, sexual stimulation. I could tell by the looks on her face, the sounds of her moans and groans of pleasure, and the aroma of her wet pussy which was stronger than it had been yet. I could also hear the squishing sounds of this guy's fingers, as he finger fucked my wife. I wondered if the guys behind us could smell it yet. That was the first time, I had given the two guys behind us a thought in several minutes. I looked back at them and they were now, sitting upright on the edge of their bench, behind us, trying to see what was going on in front of them. As I looked right at the guy closest to me, he leaned forward, put his hand on my wife's bare shoulder, and asked me, "May I?" I said, "Sure." So he ran his hand down Brandie's chest, inside her nightie top, and started to massage my wife's right tit, and squeeze her nipple. Brandie let go of my cock and just totally immersed herself in the sexual pleasures she was getting from the stranger sitting next to her, finger fucking her, and the stranger behind her massaging her tit. As the man behind her started to pinch and roll her large nipple between his thumb and forefinger, my wife went over the edge and she had a very nice orgasm! Not one of the biggest, but a nice one. I saw her belly muscles tighten up and she lifted her ass up off the bench a bit as she groaned and growled, and the orgasmic waves passed threw her body. After her climax, she relaxed and sat back down on the bench. My wife turned her head towards the the stranger next to her, and kissed him in a passionate, tongue swapping kiss that said, "Thank you for that orgasm." They made out for a couple of minutes while I sat there and watched. The thrill of watching my wife in action, this close up, in this sleazy environment, had my already hard cock twitching with excitement and leaking slippery, clear juices that ran down the head and shaft. I'm sure that it wouldn't have taken much stimulation for me to bust a load right then and there, so I was careful not to be stroking myself as I watched my wife. My wife broke off her kissing and I saw her plant her mouth on the guy's ear. I knew she was whispering something to him, but I couldn't hear what it was. I quickly figured out that she must have asked the guy to eat her pussy, because I saw him stand up and get on his knees on the floor, in front of my wife. Brandie scooted her ass out to the edge of the seat under her and put both her feet up on the back of the bench in front of us. I grabbed her coat and stuck it behind her shoulders and head for some comfort against the hard wood of the "church pew" we were sitting on. Then I watched, as the guy bent forward, and started licking and sucking on my wife's juicy pussy. As the stranger's mouth made contact with my wife's crotch, she moaned and groaned with delight and grabbed the back of his head with her left hand, to encourage him to get his tongue deeper and harder into her pussy. As Brandie was enjoying the stranger's mouth work on her pussy, the other guy behind us, reached over her left shoulder, so that now both of the guys behind us, were playing with my wife's tits. Suddenly another guy showed up on the bench in front of us. He hadn't come in the door, so I surmised that he must have been the guy sitting on the back bench when we came in. He sat sideways on his bench and reached over the back of it with his hand to rub my wife's legs up and down, from her ankles to the bare portions of her thighs above her stocking tops. The stranger eating Brandie's pussy was doing a great job. I could see him sometimes drag his whole tongue, flat, up the whole length of my wife's slit, letting the tip of his tongue slip between her lips and tweak her clit at the top. Sometimes he would suck her clit between his lips and nibble it gently with his teeth. Several times, I saw him push his tongue into my wife's cunt and fuck her with it, driving it as deep into her as he could get it. All of this guy's mouth work on my wife's pussy was eliciting positive moans, gasps and groans of pleasure from her! My wife was building to an orgasm, I knew this one would be a big one, and she reached over to grasp my cock hard, almost as if she needed a handhold for the tumultuous blast off she was about to have! I was so fucking turned on by watching her getting all this sexual stimulation from these four men, that I was afraid if she stroked me much, I was going to blow my load! But fortunately, she just grasped my cock and squeezed it hard as she had her orgasm. I saw my wife's belly harden, and pushing her feet against the bench in front of us, she lifted her ass off our bench, pressing her pelvis up into the guy's face, who was eating her pussy. With the hand Brandie had on the back of his head, she pressed his face hard against herself, as my wife exploded in a tremendous orgasm! Brandie nearly screamed as the first wave of her orgasm hit her, then she loudly moaned and groaned her way through the rest of it. If my wife gave any thought as to how loud she was being, she probably figured that no one outside the theater would know it was her and not the movie on the big screen. There was a fresh wave of the scent of orgasmic juices filling the air and I figured the man's face, in my wife's crotch, was probably getting soaked. As Brandie climaxed and relaxed, she lowered her ass back down on the bench, and gasped for air as she tried to slow her heartbeat and recover from a really great orgasm. The guy on the floor, between my wife's legs, looked up at me and asked, "Can I fuck her?" Even in the dim light of the theater, I could see this man's face was coated wet with my wife's cunt juices and he wiped his hand over his face as he asked me the question. I quickly said, "Sure! I'll bet the slut wants some cock right now!" As Brandie heard me say that, she opened her eyes and smiled, then looking at the guy who was in the process of standing up, she said, "Come on, man, fuck me!" The guy's pants were already undone from when he was sitting on the bench next to Brandie and she had been stroking his cock, and I suspect, (although I hadn't seen it, there were so many other things to be watching at the time), that he might have been stroking himself a little bit while he had been eating my wife's pussy. So as he stood up, he just pushed his pants down and stood there naked, from the waist down, with his hard cock standing out in front of him. Before he could make another move, Brandie sat up, (much to the disappointment of the guys behind and the guy in front of us, who now lost physical contact with my wife), and she said, "Wait!" Then she leaned forward and took the guy's hard cock in her left hand and guided it into her mouth. Now I know, that a lot of men will say, that their woman, sucks cock better than any woman. But with my wife, Brandie, that is absolutely true! I didn't meet her until I was in my mid twenty's, and I was a GI, who had been around the block a few times. I had had plenty of women suck my cock from prostitutes, to married and single gals, from around the world, of all shapes, sizes, and nationalities. Brandie was absolutely the best cock sucker I had ever had my cock in! And over the years, as we have been sharing her with other men, I have had many a man tell me the same thing, although some of them had to do it, out of the ear shot of their own wives! It is not out of the ordinary for Brandie to make me, or another man, cum quickly and long before we want to, and sometimes even before we know we're going to, with her talented mouth! So, when I see her sucking another man's cock, I know without a doubt, that he's enjoying that! Myself, and the other guys behind and in front of us, sat watching my wife, sucking the man, who had just got her off, by eating her pussy. I gently stroked my own cock as I watched. I wasn't surprised that the guy stopped Brandie after only a couple of minutes, because I'm sure had he let her continue, that he would have blown in her mouth and he was wanting some of her pussy. So he pushed her back gently, on her shoulders, and said, "I want to fuck you." As my wife leaned back against the bench again, I quickly reached over and pulled her coat back up to position it behind her shoulders and head again. Brandie put her feet up on the back of the bench in front of us again, a little wider this time, then she put both her hands on each side of the stranger's hips and urged him forward towards her wide open, wet, willing, and waiting pussy. The guy leaned forward and grabbed the back of our bench on both sides of Brandie and lowered his pelvis towards my wife's crotch. I watched with fascination, as my wife grabbed this other man's cock and guided it into herself. It never ceases to amaze me, and thrill me, with sexual excitement every time I see my wife do that! I've never gotten over the sexual thrill of seeing my wife doing something that seems so slutty, so nasty, so completely and blatantly sexual. Here my wife is, taking some other man's cock into her cunt, while I am right there watching. She's not doing this because she loves this man, or has emotional feelings for this man, (Hell, she didn't even know this guy's name!), she was doing it simply because she was fucking horny, hot and wanted to fuck! My cock twitched with excitement as I watched her guide this man's cock head towards her pussy! I could plainly see the guy's cock head slip between my wife's juicy pussy lips, and then the shaft disappear, as he shoved it up her cunt. I heard my wife gasp, then moan in pleasure, as he penetrated her, then filled her with his cock. As the stranger started a rhythmic back and forth fucking motion, the other guys and I watched, as my wife alternately gasped, moaned, groaned, and mumbled things like, "Oh yeah! Fuck yeah! God that feels soooo gooood!" I could hear the sound of this guy's ball sack slapping my wife's ass each time he slammed into her. Just about then, all Hell broke loose! The skinny fagot guy stuck his head into the theater again, I assume that maybe he was wondering where all the cock was, since there were three of them around us, and one more up my wife's cunt, there might not have been anybody in the movie booths for him to suck. Since he had just stuck his head in to the dark theater from the slightly better lit foyer by the sales counter, I figured he couldn't see too many details, but he could no doubt see that there was a group of folks around us and he could probably tell that my wife was getting fucked by the guy between her legs. I heard him him gasp, then slam the door as he rushed out! I knew what was about to happen. I told the guy fucking my wife, "You better finish, QUICKLY!" He had turned his head in the direction of the door when the fagot opened it, so he knew what I was talking about, my wife, who was so lost in sexual ecstasy that she hadn't known anyone had opened the door, suddenly looked at me with wide eyes as if to say, "What the fuck is going on?" Then the guy shoved himself hard into my wife, burying his cock as deep up inside her cunt as he could get, and he grunted as he filled her with his load of cum. Almost at the same time, the guy from the counter outside, followed closely by the little fag, flung open the theater door and shouted, "Hey! Y'all can't be fucking in here! You gotta get outta here. RIGHT NOW!" The guys on the bench behind and in front of us, jumped up and ran past him out the door. The guy fucking my wife, pulled his softening cock out of her, and I saw a mixture of his and her juices squirt out of her closing cunt and dripping off the end of his cock, some of it onto my wife's stocking tops. I pushed my hard cock back into my pants, stood up and fastened my pants, as the guy at the door yelled again, "Hey! You got to get the fuck out of here! If you don't leave right now, I'm calling the cops!" My wife was sitting up on the bench, the guy, who had just fucked her was shoving his wet, softening cock back into his pants and fastening up, and I shouted back, "Yeah, yeah, OK! We're leaving." Our friend headed towards the door, as I grabbed Brandie by her hand and helped her up off the bench, then helped her on with her coat. As I did, I imagined that with no time for it to soak in, or for her to clean up, the load of cum the guy had just deposited inside my wife's cunt, was probably squishing out and running all down the inside of her thighs and onto her stocking tops. We went out the door and once outside in the foyer, I turned to the freak, (who had the skinny gay guy cowering behind him), and I said, "You people are suppose to be all about sexual tolerance, but you want to treat us like this, this really sucks! I want my ten dollars back for the two theater tickets I paid for!" I really didn't expect him to do it, but he stepped over behind the counter, opened the register, and handed me a ten dollar bill without saying a word. Then my wife and I went up the stairs and back into the store. As I followed her up the stairs, I could plainly smell the scent of my wife's freshly fucked cunt in the air! We went through the store, out the front door, and to our car. Out of nowhere, comes the guy, who had fucked my wife in the theater. He actually startled me, as I was helping my wife into the car and he stepped up beside me. Thrown Out of the Adult Bookstore! I said, "Shit, man! You scared the Hell outta me," then I chuckled! He apologized then introduced himself, saying, "I thought I would introduce myself and tell you my name is Larry. I'm a 30 year old GI. I'm single, and don't have any plans for the rest of the night, I was hoping that you two might like to get a motel room, or something and we could have some more fun." I introduced both of us by name, and then turning to Brandie, I said, "Well, that's up to you. What do you want to do?" She said, "Yeah, sure. We can go home and have some more fun." I couldn't believe what I was hearing! I was really shocked earlier in the evening when my totally sober wife suggested we go play at the bookstore, now to hear her openly offering to fuck another man in our bed, at home, and she hadn't had a drop of alcohol, I was amazed, and my cock started to stiffen again in my pants. By the time Brandie had gotten ready to go out, earlier, it was nearly 10 PM. We had been at the bookstore about an hour, so it was shortly after 11. But my wife was hungry, so she suggested we stop at, of all places, the Waffle House, on our way home. I said, "The Waffle House? The way you're dressed?" She said, "I'll keep my coat on." I looked at Larry and he just shrugged his shoulders and said, "OK with me. I'll even buy." So, off we went to the Waffle House. On the short ride there, I asked my wife what she was up to. She told me nothing, she really was hungry and she also thought it would be a nice way to have some conversation with Larry and get to know him a bit. But, she said, "Go to the other Waffle House, not the one we always go to. I don't want the people at the one we go to all the time, and who know us, to see us with this other guy, and me all gussied up like a street tramp, with this makeup, and this cock sucking red lipstick on." I thought that made sense, there wouldn't be any awkward questions that way. Besides, I could plainly smell my wife's freshly fucked, full of cum cunt in the confines of the car. I wondered if anyone would smell it in the restaurant. When we got there and went inside, I found out what my devious wife was really up to! She guided us to a booth, all the way in the back, and then when I sat on the side with my back to the window, looking towards the rest of the restaurant, my wife slid into the booth across from me and dragged Larry in beside her. Sitting the way we were, my wife could open her coat a bit and tease me, and I suspected, she could let Larry feel her up a little bit without anyone seeing it. As we got our drinks, ordered our food, and chatted with Larry, I noticed that he almost constantly had his right hand under the table, and I suspected he was rubbing my wife's leg. At one point, I saw my wife close her eyes and bite her lip a little bit, then she giggled, opened her eyes, pushed Larry off and said, "That's enough of that, for now," and she giggled some more. I surmised that she had probably let him get a finger, or two, into her still, cum soaked pussy, right there in the Waffle House! She was doing all this for my benefit, as much as Larry's, as she knows how turned on it makes me, to watch her acting like a total slut with another man. And it was working, my cock was hard as a rock in my jeans! We got home around 12:30 AM and Larry and I took turns, and shared my wife, in almost every imaginable way that two men can share one woman, until the sun came up! By 6:30 AM, Larry and I had both had three, or four orgasms, I think he might have been one up on me at maybe five, (not counting the one he had at the bookstore), and my wife had had dozens of orgasms big and small! The bed was covered in several cum soaked spots, we had created a couple of larger ones during the night, but none of us cared, we just kept rolling around in it. My wife's nightie had some dried cum on it in different places, her stocking tops were crusted with it, and her stockings weren't as straight and neat as they were earlier in the evening. My wife had some dried cum in her hair and on her tits. That must have come from a blow job she gave Larry. That was one of his biggest orgasms of the night, when she sucked him off to completion. That was his chance to fully experience my wife's cock sucking abilities and she didn't disappoint him! He blew a huge load all over her face, chest and neck. Except for a few short breaks to go to the bathroom, or get a drink, the sex action had been nearly constant. Sometimes wild and fast, other times slow and passionate. Sometimes I had just sat back and watched Larry with my wife, a few times, he just watched the two of us together. It was a great night of sexual action and had we not gotten thrown out of the adult bookstore, we might not have actually met Larry, and had that wild, all night threesome, that was a thrill for all of us!