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The two of us had not been out together for more than a
year, so when the opportunity arose for a chance to get
out for our wedding anniversary, we suddenly found
ourselves pondering on the best way to spend such a rare
occasion.
Since it had been so long, we both felt it best to give the
pubs and clubs a miss - so deliberated and finally opted to
go and see a film - something we used to do quite often
before getting married. It would be nice to cuddle
together, perhaps even in the back row with an added
fumble and feel if the film didn't manage to catch our
attention.
I watched her get changed for the night out, and found it
so difficult to keep my hands to myself as she teased me
openly by parading around in seamed nylon black stockings,
a G-string and a flimsy low cut hold-up bra.
She was in no doubt of the effect her choice of underwear
was having on me - no doubt at all. Soon though, she covered
all the items that had taken my attention with her outer garments: a neat
skirt with a risqué split - especially in that it occasionally
revealed a flash of the dark stocking tops and the soft
fleshy skin above them.
She struggled to button her shiny red blouse to conceal
her cleavage, and smiled at the look of amazement
written on my face - gawking, like it was the first time I
had witnessed her this way.
"Gosh my breasts must be getting bigger," she said, almost
whispering, knowing I knew and had appreciated this fact
openly in the months leading up to now.
Finally she had to leave the middle buttons barely
buttoned at all, but just managing the task of holding back
the splendid swell of her breasts - I could never recall
them looking as good. "You don't think this is too tight
do you?" She asked, to which I shook my head eagerly.
She gave me a twirl and smoothed her hands down each
side of her skirt, flattening the folds and feeling the
suspenders hiding beautifully underneath. You wouldn't
have thought she was merely dressing for the cinema, but
I certainly wasn't complaining.
My turn to dress now, but my imagination never got
further than a pair of well-used jeans and an equally bland
shirt. Oh well, at least one of us looked good enough to
eat.
We were both excited by the prospect of having this time
alone together, more so however that after the film we
would also get to be alone back home. These days this
was equally rare with our work schedules it was becoming
almost impossible to find quality time to be together. But
tonight was a one off - a one off that we would have to
take full advantage of.
The Cinema was strangely quiet for a Saturday night -
perhaps a sign that the film we were to see wasn't going
to be any good. We arrived just as the lights were
dimmed and quickly chose seats a few rows down from
the back.
When our eyes adjusted sufficiently, we could see that
there were no other people sat nearby us. Two couples sat
in the back row, but the rest were quite well spaced out
across the rest of the seats. I was happy that no one was
near to us and was surprised when she asked if we could
get closer to the screen. I was just about going to tell her
that was a bad idea when she rose and walked slowly
down the aisle allowing her hips to undulate and show off
the tightness of her skirt, obviously expecting me to
follow. She stopped at a row that had people already
seated. I followed a few steps behind but was not quick
enough to stop her from choosing this row to sit.
Two men blocked her path. She smiled, excused herself
and squeezed past them allowing her bum to rub against
their legs. I followed. A few men watched her as she
lowered her body onto a seat and crossed her legs.
When I finally caught up and took residence in the seat
next to her, I noticed the split in her skirt was positioned
away from her legs, exposing a generous expanse of one
leg - lusciously exposing a few centimetres of thigh. The
light reflected off the white flesh, but stopped where the
dark stocking top began.
The two men seated a few seats down the row turned to
stare. Their eyes were glued to my wife's legs, especially
her half-exposed thighs. I stared at the screen where I
realised I had missed the beginning of the film. I was
about to complain about her moving seats without
waiting for me when I realised that I had an erection due
to the simple sight of her stockings. Or was it due to the
fact that other men had also seen the sight of her legs and
perhaps had even had a feel of her rear as she squeezed
past them?
I looked back to the two men, situated two seats away
from us, but realised their attentions had turned to the
screen as a dimly lit scene had rendered the room almost
completely dark. I saw their faces by the light from the
projector, but anything lower than that was too dark to
focus on. I tried watching the film for a few minutes but
my mind had wandered and held the image of her crossed
legs.
I moved my hand onto her thigh and pushed the split in
her skirt even wider. When it was well above the tops of
her stockings, I slipped my hand underneath and felt her
firm thighs as my cock looked for some room in my
jeans.
The film graced us with a bright scene, and I secretly
observed that both men to her left were now watching
intently as I played with my wife's legs. Their eyes
shifted back and forth from the screen to her thighs. I
wasn't sure if she knew they were watching. She
uncrossed her legs and crossed the left leg across the right
exposing a wider expanse of the delicate flesh of her
thighs. I wondered if she realised that one of these guys
now had a pretty obvious erection. Unlike me - he wore
loose fitting suit trousers - and as the screen lit up I
caught a glimpse of him placing his hand on his lap,
either to conceal his excitement or to have a squeeze in
acknowledgement of it. My wife cleared her throat, and I
felt her thigh quiver slightly to my touch. I was now
aware although not quite sure that the man had actually
began to move his hands over the erection under his
trousers. By this time, it was obvious he had lost interest
in the film but still he was attempting to not make his
sneaking-a-peek look too obvious.
I felt my wife's hand close around my own concealed
cock. "Hmmmmm you're really hard, she whispered,
snuggling closer to my cheek. "I can feel it throbbing."
She traced a hand over the front of my jeans,
concentrating upon the erect shape below, but still
looking towards the screen. I was throbbing and now
quite leaking considerably inside my pants. I had to shift
in my seat to gain a more comfortable posture as it
strained to find any room within my jeans. I finally had
to unbuckle my belt to allow a bit more freedom, then
move my own crossed legs nearer to her hand.
I looked to my wife's left and was now shocked to see
that the man whose interest had not swayed was making
more obvious motions across the front of his loose
trousers. My heart almost burst at how blatant his
stroking had become. As the light on the screen changed
constantly from light to dark, I was never afforded more
than a split second to see exactly what he was up to. But
the fact remained; this guy was touching himself while he
watched my wife touching me. I felt like I was going to
cum and had to close my eyes and concentrate to keep
from exploding too soon. As my wife continued to gently
massage me - now inside the crotch of my jeans - I
noticed that she was also looking at the sight to her left.
When the man saw that she was watching him, he moved
over the two seats to the seat next to her.
I turned my attention back to the film, removing my
hands from my wife's legs and enjoying the feeling of her
fingers upon me. I was startled when she leaned over and
whispered in my ear, "He's playing with my thigh,
honey." I looked over at the guy. He was staring directly
at her almost exposed thighs, oblivious to the fact I could
see him. I couldn't see his hand in the dark, but I could
see that his arm was moving in slow circles. He was
obviously playing with my wife's thighs.
"He's moving up my thigh, Honey. Ooooohhh that's nice.
He's trying to get his hand between my legs now.
Aaahhhhhh".
My cock throbbed even harder as I began to notice the
man stroke up and down the length of her thigh, gradually
moving her skirt further up than I had dared. He lightly
rubbed the front of the G-string she wore and pressed his
fingers into the junction of her thighs, but her crossed
legs kept him from reaching further.
"He's trying to get between my legs, now, Honey." she
moaned in my ear.
I tried to see as much as I could without distracting the
moment, and now saw his other hand moving up onto the
sides of her breasts and playing with them through the
thin material of her blouse.
"Oohhh. He's playing with my tits now. Oh, he's got his
hands on both of them - pinching my nipples.
Ooouuuuhh, His other hand is on the underside of my
thigh now. He's trying to get me to spread my legs for
him. Should I do it? Should I spread my legs for him?
God, my tits are being squeezed so well."
Even in the dark, I could see my wife's hardened nipples
pressing outward against the tightness of her blouse.
The man had pulled her blouse much lower so that almost
half of her tits were now bulging out the top of the
garment. Her nipples were just barely covered by the low
cut bra.
I was aware that he was whispering to her, but couldn't
hear what he said. She nodded, and then her hand left my
cock and moved away. A moment later, she groaned as
she felt the size of his cock through his trousers. I saw
her arm begin to move as she stroked back and forth.
"He's big. really big. I mean HUGE. I can hardly get my
hand around it. God what a cock! It's as hard as steel.
Wow!"
My wife's blouse was now unbuttoned and pulled below
her swollen breasts. The man's hand was moving
furiously upon them, forcing them upwards. He pinched
the nipples through her bra. When she moaned, he
reached into the bra and one after the other freed her
breasts from the bra cups. With her bra bunched
underneath, they were pushed almost obscenely up and
out. As her naked tits were stroked and squeezed, the guy
slipped his hand inside her panties and tried to move
between her legs. My wife's hips were making circular
motions, but she still kept her legs closed.
The second man down the row had now moved to the seat
directly in front of my wife. He made no effort to touch
her, but just stared intently at her gorgeous legs and tits,
enjoying the show much more than the one on the screen.
My wife's breathing was becoming laboured, almost a
pant. The man now ordered her to spread her legs for
him.
"He wants me to spread my legs. Should I spread my
legs? Do you want me to open my legs and let them play
with my pussy? Should I spread for them or not?
"Tell her to spread her legs" It was the first time I had
heard the guy speak.
"Do it, I said instantly. "Spread your legs,
She obeyed. Her legs opened wide. She lifted one over
me while the guy to her left lifted the other one over his
own legs. She was spread wide open. Her hips churned
as her eyes closed and her hips thrust upwards.
The guy in front stared directly at my wife's crotch,
watching the hand of the man beside her. It stroked her
belly, slowly and sensuously, causing her to grind her
hips back and forth under his touch. My own cock
hardened painfully when I saw the hand move inside her
panties and begin to stroke the length of her slit. The
other guy leaned over the seat until his eyes were only a
foot or so away from my wife's cunt. He stared at the
bulge in her panties where the hand was playing with her.
Tearing his eyes away from the erotic sight, he glanced
upwards and smiled at me.
"Get her panties off so I can see her cunt. Please, take off
her panties", the man moaned under his breath.
I reached over and pulled the crotch of her panties to one
side and allowed the man access to her swollen soaking
hole. He started rubbing her. She pushed her crotch
against the probing fingers. In less than a minute, she
was throbbing, about to cum. Her hips arched upward;
we both felt her cunt throb as her orgasm exploded and
spread to her throbbing vagina making it clench, pulse
and throb in hard spasms.
"Oouuuuu……you're making me cummmm. I
cummingggg!", my wife hissed through clenched teeth,
so as not to disturb the other people in the cinema.
He continued to play vigorously with her breasts as her
own hands once again found the front of his trousers. She
was unzipping them, and forcing her hand inside his
crotch. Her panties were still splayed to one side. "Oh
God," she moaned again. "It's so big."
He hooked his fingers in her panty waistband and pulled
them down her legs. He managed to get them off one leg
and they bunched uselessly about her other ankle.
"Spread her cunt open for me", he whispered to me
"Like this?" I replied as I opened her lips for him to see.
"Oohhhh Yeah! Like that."
He took a long look at her wide-open lips. She continued
to fiddle with his trouser front until finally his cock
sprang out from the restriction of his waistband. Her eyes
looked directly at me, she was flushed - a deeper red than
I had ever seen her being. Her legs were open wide but
still behind the row of seats.
"Oh fuck," she muttered, biting her lip tightly.
I now looked at the cock she had in her hand and gulped
at how thick and swollen it was. The smooth shiny helmet
was free from the skin and it glistened with the moisture
of his excitement. Her fingers barely managed to meet as
her hand grasped onto it tightly.
"So do you think you would like to try that out for size?"
The man whispered to my wife.
She never replied but the look in her face said it all. Her
free hand moved over to my own crotch where she tugged
inside my jeans and pulled out my own straining, leaking
penis. She emulated the grasp she had upon the stranger,
one cock in each hand - only her hand encircled mine
with room to spare.
I though this was getting totally out of hand, so I pulled
my wife to her feet and indicated that we should leave.
The man who she'd been touching looked disappointed.
"Oh come on," he protested. "Not yet. I'm about to cum.
Let me do it before you have to leave. Please, just a little
bit more. Please", he begged.
My wife looked at me and smiled. "It would be cruel to
leave him like this, Honey. Just a minute. It'll only take a
few seconds. He's already about to cum." Turning to the man,
she said, "Come on, shoot your big load over my tits.
You want to cum on my tits? Go ahead. Do it! Cum on me!"
She knelt in the seat directly in front of the man. His
cock was just above the level of her tits.
She cupped her breasts and held them up for him.
The man's hand manipulated his cock rapidly.
His hips snapped back and forth as he surged toward orgasm.
"I'm almost there.. Oohhhh I'm about to cum.
Please. Let me cum on your cunt. Please. please , let me cum on your cunt."
She leaned back with her head almost on the seat and
lifted her legs to put them over the back of the seats in
front of her, with her feet wide apart to spread herself
completely. "Spread wider", the man begged. My wife
opened herself as wide as possible exposing the gaping
hole of her wet and overheated cunt.
"Can you see my cunt now? Look at it. Oohhhh yesssss..
Look at my cunt. See how wet it is from feeling your hard huge cock.
Can you see how open I am for you? Go on, cum on me,
cum right on my cunt. It's waiting and wanting - look at how wide
it has made itself for you. It knows how much
you would fill me up."
The man squeezed his penis causing the bloated head to
expand and redden. Carefully, he pointed his weapon
directly at my wife's exposed cunt. Edging forward to
bring the cockhead within a few inches, he began to
stroke himself hard and fast. My wife stared directly at
the slit in the end of the man's penis. Suddenly it opened
and the thick stream of cum jetted out. It flew through
the air in a direct line toward the open hole. The first
blast struck her clitoris quickly coated the hard organ
with a thick layer of semen. Part of the blast landed in
her pubic hair. She reached down with her fingers and
spread her cunt lips wide open. Aiming his cock, the man
spewed the second stream straight between her pussy lips.
Finally, the man seemed to be empty. My wife
dismounted from the seat, pulled her skirt down, carefully
replaced her tits inside her blouse and said, "Ok, I'm
ready. Let's go."
The second man followed us to the car in the car park at
the back of the cinema. I got in the driver's seat and waited
for my wife to get in. I could see her outside offering the man
a soft kiss and whispering something to him. She was laughing
as he replied something directly into her ear. He was holding her
hand whilst speaking to her, my wife was an incredible sight.
Right in the middle of a public
parking lot, she had her tits exposed,
her skirt up over her
hips. Cum still coated her pussy and
several streams were
running down her nylon covered legs.
I knew that she was certainly not going to allow him to
fuck her in the car park where anyone who walked by
could see. Sooner or later, she was going to get in the car
and we would leave. I waited, but she still did not get
into the car. Finally, she stuck her head in the window.
She smiled at me but didn't move to get in.
"Come on, Honey. Get in the car." I crooned. I was eager
to get her home and take advantage of her obvious state
of arousal.
"I can't get in the car," she replied.
"Why not?"
"I'm being fucked."
"What do you mean you're being fucked", I said with
outright confusion in my voice.
"He's behind me. He's fucking me. He's holding my hips
and ramming himself in and out of my cunt from behind -
just how I like it. He won't let me get in the car until he
finished fucking me."
With the complete darkness in the car park I could barely
see the figure of the man behind her. I knew this was her
favourite position, and the fact she was looking at me
directly through the window as she was being taken
suddenly made me tremble with excitement.
"I was going to get in the car when he pushed my head
through the window and made me spread my legs. Then
he started fucking me. God, he's really ramming it into me.
He's fucking me.. He's fucking your wife's cunt in public.
Ooohhhhh what if someone comes by?" Her face contorted
with the enjoyment of being fucked from behind.
"I'm being fucked," she reiterated. "Oh, he's so big, really big.
He's got it in deep.. aaaahhhhhh I'm getting fucked well and good.
Oohhh fuck, he's coming inside my cunt. I can feel him
shooting his big load into me."
I watched my wife's body rocking back and forth as she
so eagerly accepted his large cock deep inside her. Her
mouth opened in a silent groan; her eyes squeezed shut;
her tongue flicked rapidly over her top lip and she
beckoned me to kiss her through the window. I moved
over towards her, knowing I needed to give her a long
kiss. Our lips touched, her tongue swept over the inside of
my mouth. He moaning continued and she gasped as I
suspected a climax shot through her.
Behind her, pussy juice spewed out of her tightly plugged
cunt as thick streams of cum erupted inside her hole.
I knew she was feeling a long decent fuck, I could hear
the guy also groaning about how good her body was. His
hands were visible, grabbing her breasts from behind.
Uggghhhhh! Damn, he's fucking me hard -fucking
meeeee. I'M CUMMING, OH MY CUNT IS
THROBBING He's making me cummmmmm. Your
wife is cumming with another man's thick cock stuck up
her pussy. Ooohhh he's getting ready to shoot into me.
Look at him holding my hips and pounding it in.
Can you see how hard he's fucking your wife? His cock's
getting bigger now. I can feel that big dick slamming
into the very bottom of my cunt. It's getting bigger He's
throbbing inside me. It's getting ready to shoot.
NOW.NOW.NOW! The cums going in! He's put one big
load into me. He's still ramming me. He's throbbing."
He eyes bulged widely as she began to shake. Then the
movement decreased and she planted soft kisses on my
lips and face - smiling and groaning with delight. Before I
knew anything else, I realised that I too had ejaculated,
albeit still within the confines of my jeans. As I
recovered, the car door opened and she sat down on the
passenger seat next to me. Her skirt was still splayed but
her G-strong was back in place - only soaking wet on the
crotch.
As we drove home, I rested a hand on her lap and eased a
finger inside her G-string. Her gaping lips gave away just
how much she had enjoyed this experience. "Mmmm, "
she moaned. "So that's what a big cock can do."
After that night, our life entered a new phase where the
'one off's' became more then 'one-off's'.
The two of us had not been out together for more than a
year, so when the opportunity arose for a chance to get
out for our wedding anniversary, we suddenly found
ourselves pondering on the best way to spend such a rare
occasion.
Since it had been so long, we both felt it best to give the
pubs and clubs a miss - so deliberated and finally opted to
go and see a film - something we used to do quite often
before getting married. It would be nice to cuddle
together, perhaps even in the back row with an added
fumble and feel if the film didn't manage to catch our
attention.
I watched her get changed for the night out, and found it
so difficult to keep my hands to myself as she teased me
openly by parading around in seamed nylon black stockings,
a G-string and a flimsy low cut hold-up bra.
She was in no doubt of the effect her choice of underwear
was having on me - no doubt at all. Soon though, she covered
all the items that had taken my attention with her outer garments: a neat
skirt with a risqué split - especially in that it occasionally
revealed a flash of the dark stocking tops and the soft
fleshy skin above them.
She struggled to button her shiny red blouse to conceal
her cleavage, and smiled at the look of amazement
written on my face - gawking, like it was the first time I
had witnessed her this way.
"Gosh my breasts must be getting bigger," she said, almost
whispering, knowing I knew and had appreciated this fact
openly in the months leading up to now.
Finally she had to leave the middle buttons barely
buttoned at all, but just managing the task of holding back
the splendid swell of her breasts - I could never recall
them looking as good. "You don't think this is too tight
do you?" She asked, to which I shook my head eagerly.
She gave me a twirl and smoothed her hands down each
side of her skirt, flattening the folds and feeling the
suspenders hiding beautifully underneath. You wouldn't
have thought she was merely dressing for the cinema, but
I certainly wasn't complaining.
My turn to dress now, but my imagination never got
further than a pair of well-used jeans and an equally bland
shirt. Oh well, at least one of us looked good enough to
eat.
We were both excited by the prospect of having this time
alone together, more so however that after the film we
would also get to be alone back home. These days this
was equally rare with our work schedules it was becoming
almost impossible to find quality time to be together. But
tonight was a one off - a one off that we would have to
take full advantage of.
The Cinema was strangely quiet for a Saturday night -
perhaps a sign that the film we were to see wasn't going
to be any good. We arrived just as the lights were
dimmed and quickly chose seats a few rows down from
the back.
When our eyes adjusted sufficiently, we could see that
there were no other people sat nearby us. Two couples sat
in the back row, but the rest were quite well spaced out
across the rest of the seats. I was happy that no one was
near to us and was surprised when she asked if we could
get closer to the screen. I was just about going to tell her
that was a bad idea when she rose and walked slowly
down the aisle allowing her hips to undulate and show off
the tightness of her skirt, obviously expecting me to
follow. She stopped at a row that had people already
seated. I followed a few steps behind but was not quick
enough to stop her from choosing this row to sit.
Two men blocked her path. She smiled, excused herself
and squeezed past them allowing her bum to rub against
their legs. I followed. A few men watched her as she
lowered her body onto a seat and crossed her legs.
When I finally caught up and took residence in the seat
next to her, I noticed the split in her skirt was positioned
away from her legs, exposing a generous expanse of one
leg - lusciously exposing a few centimetres of thigh. The
light reflected off the white flesh, but stopped where the
dark stocking top began.
The two men seated a few seats down the row turned to
stare. Their eyes were glued to my wife's legs, especially
her half-exposed thighs. I stared at the screen where I
realised I had missed the beginning of the film. I was
about to complain about her moving seats without
waiting for me when I realised that I had an erection due
to the simple sight of her stockings. Or was it due to the
fact that other men had also seen the sight of her legs and
perhaps had even had a feel of her rear as she squeezed
past them?
I looked back to the two men, situated two seats away
from us, but realised their attentions had turned to the
screen as a dimly lit scene had rendered the room almost
completely dark. I saw their faces by the light from the
projector, but anything lower than that was too dark to
focus on. I tried watching the film for a few minutes but
my mind had wandered and held the image of her crossed
legs.
I moved my hand onto her thigh and pushed the split in
her skirt even wider. When it was well above the tops of
her stockings, I slipped my hand underneath and felt her
firm thighs as my cock looked for some room in my
jeans.
The film graced us with a bright scene, and I secretly
observed that both men to her left were now watching
intently as I played with my wife's legs. Their eyes
shifted back and forth from the screen to her thighs. I
wasn't sure if she knew they were watching. She
uncrossed her legs and crossed the left leg across the right
exposing a wider expanse of the delicate flesh of her
thighs. I wondered if she realised that one of these guys
now had a pretty obvious erection. Unlike me - he wore
loose fitting suit trousers - and as the screen lit up I
caught a glimpse of him placing his hand on his lap,
either to conceal his excitement or to have a squeeze in
acknowledgement of it. My wife cleared her throat, and I
felt her thigh quiver slightly to my touch. I was now
aware although not quite sure that the man had actually
began to move his hands over the erection under his
trousers. By this time, it was obvious he had lost interest
in the film but still he was attempting to not make his
sneaking-a-peek look too obvious.
I felt my wife's hand close around my own concealed
cock. "Hmmmmm you're really hard, she whispered,
snuggling closer to my cheek. "I can feel it throbbing."
She traced a hand over the front of my jeans,
concentrating upon the erect shape below, but still
looking towards the screen. I was throbbing and now
quite leaking considerably inside my pants. I had to shift
in my seat to gain a more comfortable posture as it
strained to find any room within my jeans. I finally had
to unbuckle my belt to allow a bit more freedom, then
move my own crossed legs nearer to her hand.
I looked to my wife's left and was now shocked to see
that the man whose interest had not swayed was making
more obvious motions across the front of his loose
trousers. My heart almost burst at how blatant his
stroking had become. As the light on the screen changed
constantly from light to dark, I was never afforded more
than a split second to see exactly what he was up to. But
the fact remained; this guy was touching himself while he
watched my wife touching me. I felt like I was going to
cum and had to close my eyes and concentrate to keep
from exploding too soon. As my wife continued to gently
massage me - now inside the crotch of my jeans - I
noticed that she was also looking at the sight to her left.
When the man saw that she was watching him, he moved
over the two seats to the seat next to her.
I turned my attention back to the film, removing my
hands from my wife's legs and enjoying the feeling of her
fingers upon me. I was startled when she leaned over and
whispered in my ear, "He's playing with my thigh,
honey." I looked over at the guy. He was staring directly
at her almost exposed thighs, oblivious to the fact I could
see him. I couldn't see his hand in the dark, but I could
see that his arm was moving in slow circles. He was
obviously playing with my wife's thighs.
"He's moving up my thigh, Honey. Ooooohhh that's nice.
He's trying to get his hand between my legs now.
Aaahhhhhh".
My cock throbbed even harder as I began to notice the
man stroke up and down the length of her thigh, gradually
moving her skirt further up than I had dared. He lightly
rubbed the front of the G-string she wore and pressed his
fingers into the junction of her thighs, but her crossed
legs kept him from reaching further.
"He's trying to get between my legs, now, Honey." she
moaned in my ear.
I tried to see as much as I could without distracting the
moment, and now saw his other hand moving up onto the
sides of her breasts and playing with them through the
thin material of her blouse.
"Oohhh. He's playing with my tits now. Oh, he's got his
hands on both of them - pinching my nipples.
Ooouuuuhh, His other hand is on the underside of my
thigh now. He's trying to get me to spread my legs for
him. Should I do it? Should I spread my legs for him?
God, my tits are being squeezed so well."
Even in the dark, I could see my wife's hardened nipples
pressing outward against the tightness of her blouse.
The man had pulled her blouse much lower so that almost
half of her tits were now bulging out the top of the
garment. Her nipples were just barely covered by the low
cut bra.
I was aware that he was whispering to her, but couldn't
hear what he said. She nodded, and then her hand left my
cock and moved away. A moment later, she groaned as
she felt the size of his cock through his trousers. I saw
her arm begin to move as she stroked back and forth.
"He's big. really big. I mean HUGE. I can hardly get my
hand around it. God what a cock! It's as hard as steel.
Wow!"
My wife's blouse was now unbuttoned and pulled below
her swollen breasts. The man's hand was moving
furiously upon them, forcing them upwards. He pinched
the nipples through her bra. When she moaned, he
reached into the bra and one after the other freed her
breasts from the bra cups. With her bra bunched
underneath, they were pushed almost obscenely up and
out. As her naked tits were stroked and squeezed, the guy
slipped his hand inside her panties and tried to move
between her legs. My wife's hips were making circular
motions, but she still kept her legs closed.
The second man down the row had now moved to the seat
directly in front of my wife. He made no effort to touch
her, but just stared intently at her gorgeous legs and tits,
enjoying the show much more than the one on the screen.
My wife's breathing was becoming laboured, almost a
pant. The man now ordered her to spread her legs for
him.
"He wants me to spread my legs. Should I spread my
legs? Do you want me to open my legs and let them play
with my pussy? Should I spread for them or not?
"Tell her to spread her legs" It was the first time I had
heard the guy speak.
"Do it, I said instantly. "Spread your legs,
She obeyed. Her legs opened wide. She lifted one over
me while the guy to her left lifted the other one over his
own legs. She was spread wide open. Her hips churned
as her eyes closed and her hips thrust upwards.
The guy in front stared directly at my wife's crotch,
watching the hand of the man beside her. It stroked her
belly, slowly and sensuously, causing her to grind her
hips back and forth under his touch. My own cock
hardened painfully when I saw the hand move inside her
panties and begin to stroke the length of her slit. The
other guy leaned over the seat until his eyes were only a
foot or so away from my wife's cunt. He stared at the
bulge in her panties where the hand was playing with her.
Tearing his eyes away from the erotic sight, he glanced
upwards and smiled at me.
"Get her panties off so I can see her cunt. Please, take off
her panties", the man moaned under his breath.
I reached over and pulled the crotch of her panties to one
side and allowed the man access to her swollen soaking
hole. He started rubbing her. She pushed her crotch
against the probing fingers. In less than a minute, she
was throbbing, about to cum. Her hips arched upward;
we both felt her cunt throb as her orgasm exploded and
spread to her throbbing vagina making it clench, pulse
and throb in hard spasms.
"Oouuuuu……you're making me cummmm. I
cummingggg!", my wife hissed through clenched teeth,
so as not to disturb the other people in the cinema.
He continued to play vigorously with her breasts as her
own hands once again found the front of his trousers. She
was unzipping them, and forcing her hand inside his
crotch. Her panties were still splayed to one side. "Oh
God," she moaned again. "It's so big."
He hooked his fingers in her panty waistband and pulled
them down her legs. He managed to get them off one leg
and they bunched uselessly about her other ankle.
"Spread her cunt open for me", he whispered to me
"Like this?" I replied as I opened her lips for him to see.
"Oohhhh Yeah! Like that."
He took a long look at her wide-open lips. She continued
to fiddle with his trouser front until finally his cock
sprang out from the restriction of his waistband. Her eyes
looked directly at me, she was flushed - a deeper red than
I had ever seen her being. Her legs were open wide but
still behind the row of seats.
"Oh fuck," she muttered, biting her lip tightly.
I now looked at the cock she had in her hand and gulped
at how thick and swollen it was. The smooth shiny helmet
was free from the skin and it glistened with the moisture
of his excitement. Her fingers barely managed to meet as
her hand grasped onto it tightly.
"So do you think you would like to try that out for size?"
The man whispered to my wife.
She never replied but the look in her face said it all. Her
free hand moved over to my own crotch where she tugged
inside my jeans and pulled out my own straining, leaking
penis. She emulated the grasp she had upon the stranger,
one cock in each hand - only her hand encircled mine
with room to spare.
I though this was getting totally out of hand, so I pulled
my wife to her feet and indicated that we should leave.
The man who she'd been touching looked disappointed.
"Oh come on," he protested. "Not yet. I'm about to cum.
Let me do it before you have to leave. Please, just a little
bit more. Please", he begged.
My wife looked at me and smiled. "It would be cruel to
leave him like this, Honey. Just a minute. It'll only take a
few seconds. He's already about to cum." Turning to the man,
she said, "Come on, shoot your big load over my tits.
You want to cum on my tits? Go ahead. Do it! Cum on me!"
She knelt in the seat directly in front of the man. His
cock was just above the level of her tits.
She cupped her breasts and held them up for him.
The man's hand manipulated his cock rapidly.
His hips snapped back and forth as he surged toward orgasm.
"I'm almost there.. Oohhhh I'm about to cum.
Please. Let me cum on your cunt. Please. please , let me cum on your cunt."
She leaned back with her head almost on the seat and
lifted her legs to put them over the back of the seats in
front of her, with her feet wide apart to spread herself
completely. "Spread wider", the man begged. My wife
opened herself as wide as possible exposing the gaping
hole of her wet and overheated cunt.
"Can you see my cunt now? Look at it. Oohhhh yesssss..
Look at my cunt. See how wet it is from feeling your hard huge cock.
Can you see how open I am for you? Go on, cum on me,
cum right on my cunt. It's waiting and wanting - look at how wide
it has made itself for you. It knows how much
you would fill me up."
The man squeezed his penis causing the bloated head to
expand and redden. Carefully, he pointed his weapon
directly at my wife's exposed cunt. Edging forward to
bring the cockhead within a few inches, he began to
stroke himself hard and fast. My wife stared directly at
the slit in the end of the man's penis. Suddenly it opened
and the thick stream of cum jetted out. It flew through
the air in a direct line toward the open hole. The first
blast struck her clitoris quickly coated the hard organ
with a thick layer of semen. Part of the blast landed in
her pubic hair. She reached down with her fingers and
spread her cunt lips wide open. Aiming his cock, the man
spewed the second stream straight between her pussy lips.
Finally, the man seemed to be empty. My wife
dismounted from the seat, pulled her skirt down, carefully
replaced her tits inside her blouse and said, "Ok, I'm
ready. Let's go."
The second man followed us to the car in the car park at
the back of the cinema. I got in the driver's seat and waited
for my wife to get in. I could see her outside offering the man
a soft kiss and whispering something to him. She was laughing
as he replied something directly into her ear. He was holding her
hand whilst speaking to her, my wife was an incredible sight.
Right in the middle of a public
parking lot, she had her tits exposed,
her skirt up over her
hips. Cum still coated her pussy and
several streams were
running down her nylon covered legs.
I knew that she was certainly not going to allow him to
fuck her in the car park where anyone who walked by
could see. Sooner or later, she was going to get in the car
and we would leave. I waited, but she still did not get
into the car. Finally, she stuck her head in the window.
She smiled at me but didn't move to get in.
"Come on, Honey. Get in the car." I crooned. I was eager
to get her home and take advantage of her obvious state
of arousal.
"I can't get in the car," she replied.
"Why not?"
"I'm being fucked."
"What do you mean you're being fucked", I said with
outright confusion in my voice.
"He's behind me. He's fucking me. He's holding my hips
and ramming himself in and out of my cunt from behind -
just how I like it. He won't let me get in the car until he
finished fucking me."
With the complete darkness in the car park I could barely
see the figure of the man behind her. I knew this was her
favourite position, and the fact she was looking at me
directly through the window as she was being taken
suddenly made me tremble with excitement.
"I was going to get in the car when he pushed my head
through the window and made me spread my legs. Then
he started fucking me. God, he's really ramming it into me.
He's fucking me.. He's fucking your wife's cunt in public.
Ooohhhhh what if someone comes by?" Her face contorted
with the enjoyment of being fucked from behind.
"I'm being fucked," she reiterated. "Oh, he's so big, really big.
He's got it in deep.. aaaahhhhhh I'm getting fucked well and good.
Oohhh fuck, he's coming inside my cunt. I can feel him
shooting his big load into me."
I watched my wife's body rocking back and forth as she
so eagerly accepted his large cock deep inside her. Her
mouth opened in a silent groan; her eyes squeezed shut;
her tongue flicked rapidly over her top lip and she
beckoned me to kiss her through the window. I moved
over towards her, knowing I needed to give her a long
kiss. Our lips touched, her tongue swept over the inside of
my mouth. He moaning continued and she gasped as I
suspected a climax shot through her.
Behind her, pussy juice spewed out of her tightly plugged
cunt as thick streams of cum erupted inside her hole.
I knew she was feeling a long decent fuck, I could hear
the guy also groaning about how good her body was. His
hands were visible, grabbing her breasts from behind.
Uggghhhhh! Damn, he's fucking me hard -fucking
meeeee. I'M CUMMING, OH MY CUNT IS
THROBBING He's making me cummmmmm. Your
wife is cumming with another man's thick cock stuck up
her pussy. Ooohhh he's getting ready to shoot into me.
Look at him holding my hips and pounding it in.
Can you see how hard he's fucking your wife? His cock's
getting bigger now. I can feel that big dick slamming
into the very bottom of my cunt. It's getting bigger He's
throbbing inside me. It's getting ready to shoot.
NOW.NOW.NOW! The cums going in! He's put one big
load into me. He's still ramming me. He's throbbing."
He eyes bulged widely as she began to shake. Then the
movement decreased and she planted soft kisses on my
lips and face - smiling and groaning with delight. Before I
knew anything else, I realised that I too had ejaculated,
albeit still within the confines of my jeans. As I
recovered, the car door opened and she sat down on the
passenger seat next to me. Her skirt was still splayed but
her G-strong was back in place - only soaking wet on the
crotch.
As we drove home, I rested a hand on her lap and eased a
finger inside her G-string. Her gaping lips gave away just
how much she had enjoyed this experience. "Mmmm, "
she moaned. "So that's what a big cock can do."
After that night, our life entered a new phase where the
'one off's' became more then 'one-off's'.
Lizbeth
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