It started out like basic “date night” – a movie and dinner. My husband “B” was humoring my mood although he made it clear he was in the mood for more. Just to show that my heart was in the right place, if not my mood, I dressed as sexily as suburbia would allow.
A red blazer, a short black skirt with thigh high stockings, no panties or bra, and a tailored white blouse unbuttoned one button more than was “proper”.
After the movie and a relaxing dinner with a few glasses of wine, we were headed for home. “B” took another shot at it, asking whether I might want to head east across the river instead. I’ve been known to have second thoughts when those thoughts have
been soaked in a little fruit of the vine. After a little coercing, I agreed to go for a while, but with limitations on how “social” we would get. I wasn’t sure I was in the mood for the type of audience we have had on previous excursions.
As we crossed the river, my mood began to mellow and I got a bit more into the spirit. I lost the jacket and unbuttoned my blouse the rest of the way, pulling it out of my skirt and tying it in a knot at my waist, folding the edges back as I did to allow for plenty of skin to show. As I was adjusting it, I made sure to leave it hang open for a bit as I fingered the jewelry in my nipples. I could feel myself getting wetter by the minute as I shifted in the seat and let my skirt ride higher. I decided to go with the flow. It’s never let me down before.
We arrived at the Colony XXX Theater about 11:30 or so and got some drinks. I usually like to start out in one of the booths and just cuddle a little giving a show to those standing in the bar. That night, though, there wasn’t much action out there, so “B” suggested that we try the Couples’ Dance Floor. That was fine with me. We got a corner table and as one romantic song after another played, we danced sexier and sexier. “B” removed my blouse and hung it over the banister and we went to town. After that dance, I was VERY warmed up so he suggested that we try a theatre. I said, “Fine, but just the Couples’.”
Every time we go to the Colony, the “décor” changes and this time was no exception. The seats in the Couples’ Theatre now were all couches, and we were able to find one right in the middle where we had a good view of those around us and they had a clear view of us. “B” immediately loosened the knot on my blouse and it was hanging over the back of the couch very quickly. He slid his hand up my inner thigh and, as is my automatic response, my legs slid apart welcoming his fingers into my very wet pussy. I guess my moans were getting a little loud, because another couple came and sat down next to us. I was mostly in the mood for showing off with “B” and wanted to have a bit more “room”, so we moved to the couch behind us. I unzipped “B”‘s pants and pulled out his cock, which by this point was ready and waiting. I slid it into my mouth got down on my hands and knees, with my blouse off and my skirt hiked up over my ass, sucked him to the point of moaning, then climbed on to his waiting cock and took a ride.
When we finished, I asked him if he was ready to go home, but he asked if I would go into the Singles’ side for a little while because he wanted me to show off some more. I agreed, but at that point still wasn’t sure what I was ready for. We had been in that side several times before and always drew a crowd. “B” challenged me to walk down to the front row and see who followed. As we entered the theatre, something clicked over and I began to act out one of my fantasies that “B” and I had only talked about until now.
As I sat down, I sensed guys walking up on all sides. “B” reached over and untied my blouse and pushed it aside to expose my nipples. They were rock hard and the jewelry flashed in the light reflected from the movie screen. I immediately put my feet up on the seat in front of me and let my skirt slide up.
This was my fantasy come to life – to be surrounded by guys and to get them to come all over me. I told them that I wanted them to come on my tits and my stomach, down my thighs and across my face. I wanted to be a cumslut. As I told them what I wanted from them, they took turns fingering my pussy and playing with my tits. I reached out and took their cocks in my hands and as I stroked them along, I turned my head to the side and sucked the hard dick rubbing against my face. Someone asked to fuck me, but I told them no – that wasn’t part of the fantasy.
Then the most amazing thing happened. One by one, they started cumming. The first came across my breasts and as I rubbed it over my tits, I moaned, “I want all of you to cum on me!” I reached up a touched the left shoulder of my blouse and came away with
a wet, gooey hand. As one would cum, he’d step aside and another would take his place. They came on my face, on my tits, across my stomach.
I was dripping as I smeared their juices across my skin. It was an amazing feeling to know that I turned on
so many guys. I counted eight before “B” and the guy who had been sitting to my right stood up on either side of me. The guy who had been to my right stood in front of me and stroked his long, hard cock. He rubbed it against my mouth and told me to suck it. I opened my mouth around it and as I began to suck, he came in my mouth.
At that point, I was getting overwhelmed with sensations and it was time for “B” and me to write the finish to my fantasy. He stood next to me and I stroked his cock until he was ready to cum, then slid it into my mouth and I tasted his hot juices squirt into the back of my throat. At that point, I collapsed back into the chair, shiny with cum and unable to move because I was so exhausted. “B” told the guys that I was done, and I sent him in search of something to clean me up enough to allow me to leave. Several guys stood around, sort of protectively until “B” returned.
I mopped off as much as I could, thanked the guys, and then ran for the ladies room, although at that moment a lady was not exactly what I felt like. I was a cumslut and I had fulfilled my fantasy and then some. I washed my face and tried to make myself as presentable as I could, but my blouse was soaked. We slid out the door amidst several expressions of awe, and headed back across the river. After a long, steamy shower, we cuddled up in bed and replayed the evening. When it started, I never would have guessed how memorably it would end.
