2 comments/ 26395 views/ 5 favorites Another Walk in the Park By: sandysummer Only half way through a long night and the flight attendant loathed me. I had already consumed too much alcohol. All I could do was try to sleep. This was the smallest plane that I had ever flown in and there was plenty of turbulence to remind me how much I hated flying. Working for a large multinational retailer provides plenty of opportunities to extend your horizons. The downside is that to further your career you have to be prepared to uproot your life at short notice and head for where ever the next promotion was. I had been very fortunate. I had started with this company (I can't mention the name) in Detroit. Every promotion had taken me to a more interesting area. I had lived in Vancouver, L.A., London and Sydney. My career trajectory was fine until the Global Financial Crisis hit. I fared better than most, I kept my job and title but now I had to return to the US. So here I was, in a shitty little plane flying through a storm. With no more booze. My wife was still in Sydney. She was a nurse, contracted to a major hospital and might follow me in a few months. We had some issues to work out and this break would give us time to think about our future. She could also enjoy the last few weeks of summer in Sydney. I was heading into winter. So I closed my eyes and felt sorry for myself. Eventually the plane landed at the regional airport and I was greeted by my colleague. We collected my small suitcase, trudged out to his car and started the drive to town. We had completed the obligatory small talk while watching luggage on the carousel. In the car the windscreen wipers cleared away light rain as we started the in depth conversation about our families and our positions in The Company. As the twilight set in I noted the tall trees on the edge of the wide road. We parked at the Hotel on the outskirts of town. He helped me carry my bags to my room. I sat on the edge of the bed while we had a quick coffee. I kicked off my shoes and leaned back on the bed. He used the bathroom then bade me farewell. I would see him again at work on Monday. I had the weekend to myself. I fixed myself a drink from the mini bar and switched on the TV. I returned to the bed. It was so soft, I could stretch right out.......... My full bladder woke me. It was morning, late morning. I had slept for ten hours. I shaved, showered and went off in search of food. I found a great looking café, an old place, all wood and iron. I ordered a strong coffee and a burger. I found a seat at a table on the footpath. The sun was bright. I stared at the trees in the park across the road. The coffee came promptly. As I waited for the burger I watched a car pull into the parking bay. It was a two door Buick. There were two men in the front seats, both in their late twenties, dressed in fashionable jackets. One of them started walking into the park as the other slid his seat forward. He held the door open so the back seat occupant could clamber out. I saw her face, for a moment, and then her long straight blonde hair caught the sun. She was magnificent. She stood arching her back. She was slender but curvy. Not tall, five foot four, maybe. She had black high heels on and dark stockings that were sheer but had a lacy band at the top. She was wearing a deep red dress. It was short, just covering the tops of her stockings. Every time she moved I caught a glimpse of her bare thighs. Suspenders pulled the nylon tight against her toned legs. She paused for a moment. The driver was walking onto a rotunda in the park. The other guy followed him. I noticed that he was holding a camera. She said something and the guy on the path turned toward me. She patted down the front of the red velvet dress to straighten out the pattern. She pushed the black collar into place as we briefly made eye contact. She turned and bent over to sort through some things on the back seat. I was granted a minute or two to study those long shapely legs, the bare thighs and lacey panties. She turned again, closed the car door and smiled at me. I nodded (I had a mouth full of food). She seemed to blow a kiss through her lips. She wore no makeup. She didn't need any. I continued eating. She strode along the path and joined the two men in the rotunda. I still had a full view of them but they were now about half a football field away. I watched intently. She took a spot in one corner and leaned on the wooden rails. The guy in the dark blue jacket started taking pictures as the other guy, who was wearing a light blue scarf, stood to one side. He seemed to be making comments about the poses and the angles of the photographs. She struck many poses, ranging from a welcoming "hello" wave to some vey provocative ones. Several times she bent over the rail revealing those panties. I finished my food and started my second coffee. The guy without the camera took of his jacket and scarf. He was wearing a black t-shirt that was filled by his well developed chest and shoulders. He stood next to her and they embraced. The other guy continued taking photos as they kissed. This went on for some minutes. I finished my coffee and crossed the road. I didn't want to interrupt their fun. The couple noticed me walking closer but they ignored me. There was a bench a few feet from the rotunda and it afforded me a perfect view of the proceedings. The guy was obviously enjoying this. His tight blue jeans were bulging. The photographer told her to get on her knees. In a moment I could see her red and black knickers as she knelt before him. She unbuttoned his levis. She reached in and freed his penis. She ran her hand along it a couple of times and it was fully erect. A good nine inches, thick and veiny. "Suck it, whore." the photographer ordered. She put her lips around it. "Lick his balls" was the next instruction. The guy was staring straight at me. He turned slightly and she moved around so that I had a full view of his crutch. She undid his belt and his jeans dropped to his ankles. She pushed his erection against his stomach then gently licked his hairy balls. She took one into her mouth. The photographer spoke again. "Lick his cock." She ran her lips along the length of it. She flicked her tongue along the underside. "Suck his knob". She kissed the very tip of his penis then slowly engulfed the head of it with her mouth. "Face fuck her." The photographer ordered and the guy obeyed. He grabbed the back of her head with both hands. He rammed his cock deep into her mouth. I saw her eyes widen as his cock hit the back of the throat. "Harder". I saw his butt sway wildly as he fucked hard and deep into that tight little mouth. The photographer kept clicking away as he issued the instructions."Suck harder, you bitch." "I'm gonna cum...." the guy in the T-shirt panted. The photographer issued another order, "Don't swallow, keep it in your mouth, OK?" The guy jerked forward, her mouth tightened around his cock and he grunted out a long, low orgasm. He pushed her head onto his cock. She nearly gagged.The guy released his grip. He wiped his cock over her face as she remained kneeling, her mouth closed tight and her eyes wide open. He pulled up his jeans, did up the fly and rubbed her hair as he stepped off the rotunda. "Next week?" he asked in an offhand manner. She nodded. "He wasn't talking to you, slut." The photographer barked. He told her to open her mouth and he took pictures of her tongue covered in cum. He let her swallow. He handed her a tissue and she wiped her face. He told her to stand up and lean against the corner of the rails. As she did so she smiled at me then looked at the photographer. He glanced at me and nodded. He handed her a cigarette and told her to stand up straight. She pushed her boobs out. They took several shots with the cigarette; she was a great model, a very seductive face and a fabulous, toned, body. She was so hot. What a great introduction to Arkansas. I stopped feeling sorry for myself. When she had finished the cigarette he got her to turn around. He stood next to her. He bent her over the rail and pulled down her panties. He stepped back to take more shots. With her back to the photographer she slid her panties down those shapely legs. I was treated to a full view of her naked butt. She stepped out of the panties and walked to the corner of the rails. "Turn around." The photographer commanded. She slowly leaned back into the corner and turned. Her black suspenders framed her flat, hairless stomach and her penis. It was semi erect and had a drop of pre-cum on the tip. Her balls were small and tight."Play with yourself. Get it hard." Her left hand found her cock and she was soon hard. He took a few shoots from different angles. "Time for a walk." He pointed as he spoke. I watched intently as she walked to the other side of the rotunda. Her high heels echoed on the wood as she strolled down the walkway. Her bare arse swayed in the sun. I wanted to grab that butt with both hands.Did they want company? He told her to pause halfway down the ramp. She leaned on the hand rail and he took more photos of her beautiful legs. He told her to take of the dress. She lifted it over head and dropped it beside her. She had a black bra. The straps were thin and I saw the beautiful flesh of her back. She turned and I saw her cleavage. After more photos they continued down the ramp. He took shots as she posed at various points. They were heading for a line of trees that led to a more secluded area. By now I was standing. I didn't know what to do. I had two choices: go back to the Hotel and wank myself stupid or follow them into the park. They didn't seem to mind my presence but what did they want me to do? The photographer resolved my dilemma. "Hey" he turned to me "Can you pick up her panties and the dress? I can't carry them and take photos." I swiftly gathered them up and jogged a few steps to catch up with him. We were on the edge of the trees now, well away from the road. She turned to face us. Her left hand disappeared behind her back. She took the bra off. Now she was wearing only her high heels, the black nylons with the lacey tops and her suspender belt. He took photos as she moved her arms. "Can you pick up that bra, I don't want it in the shot?" I couldn't say no. I scooped up the bra. I was next to her. I gazed at those perfect breasts, just a bit more than a mouthful, tanned, her nipples large and pointing at me. The air was cold and I could see the goose bumps on her flesh. She took one step toward me. Her foot touched mine. I looked down and I could see her bare thigh above the stocking top. I could smell her perfume. My cock was hard. "She loves to play with big toys. Show her yours." He whispered to me. I unzipped. My cock was free. I looked down. She moved forward and the tip of my cock was touching her. "She is totally willing." he intoned. Her nipples were so hard that I had to bite them. "OK. Now bend her over." He said as he pointed at her. She turned around and he spoke to me, "She likes it to hurt, some..." She was bent over; her hands on her knees. I placed my cock in the gap between her thighs. It was warm and soft. My hardness rubbed against her. I felt her balls at the tip of my erection. I put my hands on her shoulders and drew her closer. My hands found those firm young breasts. My palms rubbed gently as my fingers tweaked her nipples. She started to moan. I felt her butt push back into me as she spread her legs further apart. She reached behind her to fondle my balls. "Get on all fours." The photographer directed. He put the camera onto the pile of clothes. She knelt down on her knees. Her hands were on the ground underneath her straight arms. The photographer stood in front of her and unleashed his cock. It was big, well over ten inches, but not overly thick. She kissed the length of it then started sucking wildly. I rubbed the tip of my cock against her puckered hole. She opened as far as she could. I slipped the head in and grabbed her hips. He grabbed two handfuls of her blonde hair and yanked her head up and down his cock. I stepped close to her and gradually eased my manhood into her. Once I was fully in I slowly pulled out until it was just the head inside her. He was really going to town at the other end, gripping her hair and pounding his cock into her mouth. He was calling her all sorts of names. This set me over the edge. My dick was driving in and out of her. I held on as long as I could but I had to fill her arse with my seed. I came loudly, filling her with cock and cum. She clenched her sphincter, milking me. We paused for a while. I heard some voices coming from down the path. The photographer motioned for me to stand beside. She started to move but he forbade it. She remained on all fours. He grabbed her knickers and used them to wipe cum off her legs and face. He roughly dragged them over her feet and put them back into place over her erect penis and balls. He pulled the orange belt from her red dress. He lightly wrapped one end around her neck left the other end dangling like a dog's leash. He grabbed my arm and guided me to a bench a few feet away. The voices were getting closer. After a few minutes four men walked past us. They were all middle aged, early fifties maybe. They looked like they were on the way home from golf.The photographer had the camera back in his hand and once the men had passed us he started clicking. She was still on all fours, dressed only in heels, stockings, cum soaked panties and suspender belt. The men stopped dead when they spotted her. They stood in silent contemplation for some minutes, staring at her and glancing back at us. The photographer leaned closer to me and whispered some instructions to me. I did as directed. I stood up and joined the four men who had encircled her. I spoke to them, making up a story around the points the photographer had told me. "This is my wife." I tried to sound angry. They all looked at me, shuffling uneasily."She's been pissing me off lately. She's been disobedient and disrespectful. My friend over there has helped me punish her but he's bored with it now. I need you men to screw some sense into her. She is going to give each of you a blow job while the rest of us tell her what a bitch she is, OK?" She looked up at me and winked. I could see her little cock was hard under the panties. She licked her lips as the first man, pulled his manhood from his track suit pants. His large gut overhung her head. I heard the noise of her juicy mouth sliding up and down his erection. He held her ears as he fed her cock. The next guy took his grubby trousers off as he watched. "Put some effort into it!" I yelled. The guy was already about to blow. His pumping intensified and he grunted. His friend put his hand over her nose and closed her nostrils. As the guy blew she struggled for air and nearly swallowed his cock as well as his cum. She was still gasping when the next cock slammed between her lips. All the men had their pants off now. They were lined up, hard cocks waiting for a cum dump. I returned to the bench. The photographer and I watched. We introduced ourselves as the men abused her. "Call me Joe. Call her Dee. Do you want more of her?" "I'm Bob. Yes. I want a lot more of her." By the time the fourth guy had blown the first was ready to go again. When they had all climaxed twice we were ready to go. It was getting cold. They guys offered to "take her off my hands" for the night but I declined. The oldest one gave me his number, though, just in case. After the men wandered away Joe and I swapped numbers. The coffee and the burger were starting to have an effect on me so I left him and Dee to amuse themselves while I hastily returned to my Hotel room. Another Walk in the Park Ch. 02 The jetlag and the burger kicked in. I hurried back to my Hotel room. Thinking that I would grab a quick nap I kicked off my shoes and closed my eyes. They opened again at 10pm. I was alone, in Rogers, on a Saturday night. I flicked through the channels on the TV. By 11pm I was wide awake. There was nothing worth watching. The view from my window was even less entertaining than the TV. I realized that I wouldn't get back to sleep that night so I changed into a fresh pair of jeans and a thick jumper. I patted the key in my pocket as the Hotel door closed behind me. The girl on reception carefully ignored me as I headed out the lobby and into the heart of Saturday night. I walked past a couple of bars before I found one that looked like my sort of place. I ordered a Bourbon and Coke. While it was being assembled I glanced round the bar. There were a few couples but they were outnumbered by single men, mainly sitting in groups of two or three. I heard some noises from a corner as I picked up my drink. I looked over and spotted the four guys that had taken advantage of Dee in the park. The largest of the guys waved me over. I thought about finding another bar but then thought about it. At least I had met these guys before. I walked over and they made room for me at their table. Brief introductions followed and we swapped a few details about why we were in Rogers on a Saturday night. I told them my sad tale of corporate downsizing and they told me their story. It was much more interesting than mine. Their names were Rob, Alan, Wayne and Marty. Rob and Alan were married, the other two were recently divorced. They were all retired, or semi retired, having worked for the same Construction Company. They lived in the same town and regularly played golf together. The two divorced men, Wayne and Marty, had started going interstate for golf weekends and had gotten lucky a few times. Rob and Alan, bored with their relationships and envious of their friends, had started tagging along. Over the last couple of years the weekends had grown longer and the golf games fewer. They were basically sex tourists nowadays. After a few drinks we were all quite open about our sex lives. Rob told me how much they had enjoyed being sucked by that cross dresser in the park. I started talking about my preferences, I liked women but, if none were around, a hot guy in a skirt was just as good. They all agreed. Alan told me that they had experimented with group sex. They told me some of their experiences. I wasn't sure where this was heading but I leaned back and listened, feeling my cock harden. Alan told me about a cross dresser they had recently picked up in a park. They had actually played a game of golf late on a Friday afternoon. After several hours at the Nineteenth Hole they took a short cut through a large park. It was dark and they navigated via the lights of the undercover picnic tables. In the middle of the park, on the edge of a parking lot, they spotted a tall, well bit woman in a large red skirt. She was all alone in the dark. Not wanting to scare her, Marty walked up to her while the others stayed back and watched. She was sitting on the edge of a picnic table. As Marty approached he coughed. She turned and looked at him. When he was standing next to her she lifted her skirt to reveal tight black knickers covering a thick penis. Marty started with some small talk about the park but she interrupted him. "Babe" she said loudly as she spread her legs and leaned back on the bench, "you know why I'm here. If you want me to fuck you, just bend me over and pull down these panties. You can tell me all about the park while your friends put their cocks into me." She ran her hand over her cock and it strained against the panties. Marty was too shocked to move but she waved the other three over. "Hurry up, I need cock." She hissed as her erection grew under the thin material. Marty came to his senses and started taking charge as he unzipped his jeans. "Swing the bitch around and bend her over the table" he barked out as he started pulling his cock. "That's it, slip those panties down. Wow, look at that bare arse. Taste it." In a moment Wayne had two big handfuls of her butt. Her knickers were on the concrete and his tongue was tracing juicy circles around her puckered hole. Rob stood beside her and grabbed her balls in his fist. "Oh, baby, fuck me" she half whimpered "I've been waiting all night for your cocks." "Do you want to be our cum dump?" Marty whispered as he grabbed a handful of her long blonde hair. Wayne had his cock out now. It was fully erect and pointing between the cheeks of her arse. "Do you want that cock?" Marty continued to ask her, "Will you take his seed deep inside your hole?" "Yes, please, fuck me, cum in me, all of you" she tried to keep speaking but her mouth was now full of Marty's cock. Inspired, Wayne shoved his dick into her soft hole and started to pump. Rob had one hand on her balls and the other on her cock. He was stroking hard. Marty grabbed her ears and started to pull her head onto his pole. He face fucked her to the rhythm Wayne was bounding out in her arse. Marty blew first, making her eyes bulge as she tried to swallow his load. This sent Alan over the edge and he filled her with cum. She loved it, Rob squeezed her cock as it shot semen onto the concrete next to her panties. A few seconds later Rob had his cock deep in her warm, wet hole and Alan was feeding her his cock. The pair soon exploded into her. They then ordered her to lick their dicks clean. She heartily obeyed. As they were doing up their jeans they were amazed to see her lick her own cum off the concrete. She put her wet panties over her butt. "Any of you guys want to go again?" She laughed. The answer was no. They walked off into the darkness toward their motel, telling her what a slut she was. Alan continued to relate their adventure to me. Apparently they had sobered up by the time they got back to their room. They sat around chewing the fat for a while as they got horny again. This suited Rob who had bought one of his wife's bra and panty sets with him. He went to the bathroom and returned in a tight pink g-string and lacy bra. The other three had their cocks out in an instant. Rob swallowed three loads of come before Alan returned the favor. These were my sort of guys, all right. Rob went to the bar for another round. "Since then, we always bring at least two sets of lingerie with us" Alan said as he leaned toward me and grabbed my thigh. "I have some fishnet stockings and a short leather skirt to put on when we leave here. DO you want to come back for a night cap?" He kissed my lips. How could I refuse. Another Walk in the Park Ch. 03 Rob came back from the bar. Alan's hand was resting on my leg. Marty and Wayne talked about going to another bar. We finished our drinks and Rob, Wayne and Marty set off in search of pussy. The night was still young. Alan and I walked back to the Motel. He held my hand and asked me about my wife. I told him how beautiful she was, how long and slender her legs were. She had large breasts but they were just starting to sag. Her pussy was shaved. I wondered why I was telling him such intimate details but I answered all his questions honestly. He asked about our sex life. We were soon at the Motel. The guy's accommodation had two bedrooms connected by a large living area. A big TV sat opposite one of the two large lounges. Alan told me to sit in one of the single lounge chairs. He made me a coffee and went into his bedroom. As he closed the door he looked at me over his shoulder. He smiled seductively. "I'll be out in a few minutes" he was almost panting as he told me "from now on call me Alice, please." The door closed and I started to flick through some of the pornography lying around the room. The magazines were mostly full of big breasted mature women. I studied a few pages of photos of a large woman in her early forties. She was in a bedroom with three athletic looking jocks. I wondered if the guys had acted out that scenario. I asked my friend in the other room. She replied that they had, they had taken turns fucking her. Apparently, Alan was developing a preference for being a bottom. A few minutes passed and Alice entered the room. I looked at her shiny black stilettos and followed the fishnet stockings all the way along those long, muscular legs to the short black leather skirt. Her hips filled the skirt nicely. I studied her flat, bare stomach. My eyes popped at the sight of her lacy black bra. Her tiny breasts filled the bra and I noticed her nipples, hard and erect, poking through the lace. She had thick red lipstick and a short blonde wig. She had an unlit cigarette in the fingers of one hand. She stood before me, one hand on her hip, the other placing the cigarette between her lips. She was stunning. My cock strained against the confinement of my jeans. She paraded in front of me as she fixed me a bourbon and coke. At the bar she bent forward slightly, revealing the tops of her stockings and the slim garter that held them tight against her tanned thighs. She took a sip from the glass. She confidently strode toward me; she obviously spent a lot of time in heels. As she handed me the drink I noticed a slight smear of red lipstick on the rim of the glass. I took a sip. Alice smiled and sat on the lounge across from me. She moved her legs so I could see her panties. She started rubbing her nipples through the lace bra. She sucked on the unlit cigarette. Removing the cigarette from her pouting lips she blew me a kiss. She leaned forward. I looked at her cleavage. "Tell me," Alice asked "is there anything that your wife won't do for you?" I paused for a few moments, taking in the sight of this beautiful woman. Sadly, my wife was a reluctant cock sucker. She hated getting on her knees before me. "She won't get on her knees and she never swallows." I said as I stared into Alice's blue eyes. "Then I will" Alice said as she removed her bra. Two beautiful red nipples pointed straight out at me. She got on her hands and knees and crawled toward me. The tight leather skirt and blonde wig held my gaze. When she was between my legs I reached under her to pinch those nipples. She moaned. I undid my jeans and Alice pulled them off. She slid my underpants down so my cock was standing free. I watched her lips travel the length of it, smearing lipstick onto it as the pre cum built up on my knob. She licked it clean. Her blue eyes smiled up at me as she opened her lips. The end of my cock slowly disappeared into her wet mouth. The makeup on her face accentuated her high cheek bones. My cock was all the way inside her mouth. I felt her tongue running along the bottom of my shaft, her warm saliva swirling around my knob. She sucked hard. She gradually pulled her head back along my erection, pausing when her lips encircled the tip. Her hands were cradling my balls as she flicked her tongue around my shaft then started taking the length of it into her mouth again. Alice repeated that slow sucking for several minutes until I told her that I was about to cum. She took her mouth away from my penis and held the base of it in her left hand. I felt her tongue on my scrotum as she worked her way to my butt. She asked me if my wife ever did put her tongue there. I shook my head. She spread my butt cheeks and I felt her tongue inside me. Her lips were against my flesh as her tongue drove deep inside me. Alice started stroking my hardon as she tongued my hole. I looked down at her blue eyes and exploded. She held the end of my cock as cum shot onto my stomach. She removed her tongue from my butt and started licking the semen on my stomach. She slowly worked her way up my body until she was sitting in my lap. I kissed her mouth. Our tongues wrestled for a few minutes. She placed my hand on her silky panties and I felt her tiny erection. I pushed two fingers into her. She flipped her erection out of the panties and started stroking herself. I kissed her passionately and shoved my fingers into her hole. She came quickly, shooting a small load onto my arm. After she got her breath back she suggested that we should head to my Hotel. I was totally spent and she wanted me to fuck her in the morning. It was an offer too good to refuse. She put on a leather jacket as I phoned for a taxi. Half an hour later we were cuddled up in my Hotel room. We fell asleep with our hands on each other's genitals. I awoke late in the morning when I felt her mouth on my cock. I told her to stop. I needed the toilet. She made coffee while watching me urinate. When I was finished she wiped my cock with a hand towel and rubbed it to full erection. Apart from her stockings she was naked. She asked me if I was missing my wife as she gently led me back to the bed. Her penis was dripping precum. "Am I missing my wife?" I replied, trying to look puzzled. Alice knelt on the bed and offered me her tight warm hole. It was well lubricated. As I slid my manhood into her I whispered "Fuck no." She told me to take out my frustrations out on her butt. As I slammed into her she started telling me what a stud I was, how good my cock was and how much she wanted my seed. I pumped for all I was worth, plunging into her hot, tight hole. I tried to hold on but I blew in a few minutes, filling her with cum. We collapsed in a sweaty heap and she stroked her erection until she climaxed. I lay there watching her as she reached for her clothes. She told me that she had to go. She, and the other guys, had to fly home that evening. We exchanged numbers and I went back to sleep as I heard the click of her heels on the concrete sidewalk. A few hours later I was startled from my slumber by the phone. It was Dee. She bid me good morning and hoped that I was having a good weekend. I certainly was. Another Walk in the Park Ch. 04 I was in bed in my Hotel room. My wife was on the other side of the world. It was late in the afternoon. The person I had spent the night with, Alice/Alan, was probably packing for the flight home. Dee was trying to talk to me on the phone but I couldn't concentrate. I told her I would ring back after a nap. I returned to slumber. About 8pm I dressed and started thinking about dinner. I rang Dee. By now it was too late for us to hook up but she gave me advice about the best place to eat. She also told me about an adult theatre that she often attended. I thanked her and told her that we should meet up again next weekend. As directed I walked to the Steakhouse and mentioned Dee's name to the waitress. I was rewarded with very gracious attention. The Steak was huge and cooked exactly as I had specified. My coffee was strong, just what I needed. My after dinner drinks were doubles for the price of singles. The waitress also undid the top buttons of her uniform and I was treated to plenty of cleavage. She was well endowed and slightly taller than average. At the end of her shift she sat with me while waiting for her husband to pick her up. We talked about some of the places to see in Rogers. I asked her how she knew Dee. She told me that Dee was a fuck buddy of her husband. Before I could say anything she walked out to the car. As they drove away she waved at me. A stared at my coffee. I was mildly drunk and wanted to talk to someone but the Steakhouse was now empty. I nodded to the cleaner as I walked out on to the street. I rang Dee but it went to voice mail. I started walking back to my Hotel. Back in Sydney it was the middle of morning. I wondered what my wife was doing. I rang home. It took a while for someone to answer. When I finally got through a male voice answered. Through my alcohol impairment I recognized the voice. It was a friend of mine, Bill. I asked if I could talk to my wife. He yelled out and I heard her yell back. Bill relayed the message that she was in the bath. I told him to tell her that I missed her and I would ring during the week. After hanging up I started walking again. I thought about the call. I knew Bill well, too well. He had been a good friend during our stay in Sydney but I knew he would jump anything in a skirt. And my wife only took a bath after sex. Oddly, the thought of her infidelity excited me. I started fondling my prick as I walked. I was starting to learn my way around Rogers but I still managed to find the longest way to the Adult Cinema that I could. I handed a twenty to the woman on the door. There was a sign over her head that read WOMEN AND CROSS DRESSERS ENTER FOR FREE. I realized why Dee was a regular here. I paid $5 for a warm light beer and headed off to find a seat in the darkness. I was too late for the strippers so I settled into the middle of the second last row. As my eyes adjusted to the gloom I noticed that there were about 20 people in a theatre of about two hundred seats. Most of the patrons sat well away from each other but there were three couples seated close together near the screen. The movie was pretty standard. A crap soundtrack tried to enliven a collection of set pieces. You know what I mean, guy with big dick meets damsel in a short dress, fucks damsel, fucks her sister and the neighbor. Then the pool cleaner turns up and fucks them in the same order. Neighbor's husband and friend turn up and a gangbang ensues. The finale was lesbians in the garage, women taking dildoes while leaning on the producer's Buick. Roll the credits and wipe your shoes. There was a gap between the movies and some people left. One of the couples up front turned around. They spotted me and I smiled back. They deliberated then shuffled along until they were beside me. The female asked if she could sit next to me. I introduced myself. She sat beside me. Her companion sat on the other side of her. They told me their names, Joe and Sylvia, as we shook hands. Silvia retained the grip on my hand after she sat down. Sylvia started talking to me. I explained that I was new in town, living in a Hotel. She told me that they were locals, who came here regularly on Sunday nights. The lack of patrons gave them room to spread out and get to know people. Joe leaned over and asked me if I had a partner. I laughed as I shook my head. We leaned back into our seats as the old celluloid images flickered to life on the grubby screen. At least this movie starred John Holmes, my favorite porn star. He had such a huge dick but it never seemed totally hard. I put it down to the booze and drugs. And he got so many blow jobs I couldn't help but admire him. A few minutes into the movie another person sat beside Joe. Sylvia whispered to me that our new companion was Louise. Sylvia asked me if I was gay. I told her that I was Bi. She gently moved my hand into her lap. She then adjusted her skirt so that my hand rested on her hairy pubic region. She told me to make myself at home as she put her tongue into my ear. After a moment of hesitation my fingers were inside her wet vagina. She shifted her legs and Joe's hand touched mine as he slid a finger into that hot wet hole. I moved my fingers onto her clit as she put her legs up on the backs of the seats in front of her. Joe was working four fingers in and out of her as I rubbed her clit. She smelled beautiful. I looked sideways and saw the person beside Joe was leaning over, about to start sucking his hard cock. John Holmes was getting sucked on the screen as Joe's cock was gobbled down. We went to town on Sylvia's gaping vagina. Sylvia whispered into my ear that her husband was being sucked by a guy in a dress. She undid the buttons on her blouse and pulled down her bra to reveal two large, soft breasts. I moved my hand onto those womanly boobs. They were so soft compared to those man boobs I had been kissing lately. Sylvia came loudly, clamping her legs against her husband's hand. I leaned across so I could see his blow job. Her husband's cock was deep in the cross dresser's throat. He moaned loudly as he blew. Sylvia kissed my cheek and said that they had to go. As they moved from their seats the guy in the dress sat next to me. Louise asked me I was interested in a fuck in one of the private booths. I declined, reluctantly. It was getting late and watching her with the other two hadn't even gotten me hard. She told me that was OK and hitched up her skirt to reveal a thick cock. I reached over and started stroking Louise's hardness as John Holmes shot a load on the screen. My friend in the dress started rubbing my crotch but it was a lost cause. It had been a big weekend and my cock needed a rest. I pulled her dick until she shot a load on the carpet. I held her prick as it deflated. As she was about to leave she licked my fingers clean of her cum and kissed me passionately on the lips. When her tongue was in my mouth I could taste cum. Even that couldn't get me hard. I bade her farewell and waited for the end of the movie before I wandered back to my Hotel. The bed was warm and I slept till sunrise. When I woke I had a huge boner. I stoked it for some minutes as I though about Alice's hot mouth and Dee's tight little arse. I watched myself in the mirror as I shot a creamy load onto the sheets. Semen ran down from my fist onto my balls. I took a pic with my phone and sent it to my wife. My first weekend in Rogers was over. I had to wait a week before I went for another walk in the park.