Just a Movie

Ever since she had learned that the popular erotic book that she and her friends had read was being turned into a movie, my wife, Nan, has been excited to see it. Extremely excited. In the weeks leading up to the release, Nan scoped the various movie theaters in the area for just the right arrangement. I didn’t understand this at the time, but Nan insisted on finding the right theaters where the last row of seating was, well, “more private.” I wasn’t sure why she needed privacy, but she was adamant that she did. Though excited Nan had no intention of seeing the movie during the first couple weeks. This too was curious to me, but she again reiterated her preference for “more privacy.” After the movie’s blockbuster release started to settle down, Nan was convinced she could have the privacy she desired while watching the film.

Nan wanted to see the movie because she had enjoyed the books a lot, as had so many women who found release in the erotic fiction. I admittedly benefited from the extra sexual fun when Nan read the books. One night I came to the bedroom late and caught my lovely wife mid-orgasm with one hand between spread-wide thighs and the other clutching the paperback novel. As soon as her climax ceased, she looked at me with a venom in her eyes I had not seen in a long time and she said, “You have to fuck me right now!” With such a reward, I obviously encouraged her to read the novel, and their sequels, as often as she possibly could. During those months in which she read the novels I would secretly watch my wife through the crack of the ajar bedroom door. Sometimes I would hear her climax while I watched television in the living room. I knew that her orgasms were cues for me to get my ass into the bedroom and help to finish her erotic needs. Like I said, big rewards. Still, I had little desire to see the movie. I just wanted to reap the rewards.

On a late Wednesday night, a few days before the movie’s theatre run would end, Nan informed me that we were going to the movie. “Do I really have to?” I said in protest. My face wrinkled into a pleading sneer.

“Uhm, yes,” she said. “I think you’re going to want to go to this movie.” Her eyes were seductive, and her smile piqued my curiosity.

“Oh really?” I said hoping for further explanation. Nan just smiled and nodded. Her eyebrow curved, hinting that there was so much I did not know or understand. I shrugged and followed her to the bedroom to ready for our night at the movie. Nan likes to get dressed up when we go out, but rarely when we go to a movie. A movie is our time for jeans and tee-shirts or sweatshirts, not the time for skirts and blouses. But Nan, who looked even sexier at 40 than ever before, had slid into the shortest black skirt I’d ever seen her wear. She wore a black blouse that scooped low on her chest revealing her cleavage when she bent forward. When she stood, the blouse’s fabric sucked tight to her ample tits, which were void of a bra. Her nipples were erect and protruded through the fabric. I smelled a new perfume and her makeup was flawless. My eyes practically popped as I studied my sexy wife, who smiled back at me with sky-blue eyes. Nan was not dressed for a movie; she was dressed to lure somebody to a hotel room for a night of sex. She exuded sexuality and I could see that she felt incredibly good about how she looked. I ran my hand over her blouse and gently fingered her nipple to show her how much I loved what she was wearing.

“I clearly need to change,” I said pointing to my jeans and sweatshirt.

“Definitely,” she said with a laugh. “But hurry the fuck up. I want to get there soon.

Nan insisted that we get there early so we could get comfortable in the seats she purchased on her phone app, which were the two chairs in the middle of the back row of the theater. This would provide maximum privacy, as Nan continued to remind me. We didn’t bother with the soda and popcorn, as was our norm. Nan was anxious to get into the theater and wasn’t interested in our typical movie-time fixes. I followed her up the steps of the brightly lit, vacant theater. The curves of her ass were barely hidden under the skirt. I could see the outline of her ass cheeks, which made me realize that she wasn’t wearing her typical bottom-covering panties. No, she must have been wearing a thong, but even that would surprise me since Nan hated thongs. I had no complaints about Nan’s choice in underwear, or lack thereof, or her choice in clothing. She was stunning. Positively the sexiest woman alive.

Perched in our seats at the back of the theater Nan appeared positively giddy as we waited for the lights to dim. She was so full of sultry mystery for me that night. I was so drawn into her that I could care less if the movie ever started. I could sit there and stare at her all night.

A few people straggled in as the movie start time drew closer. Two women sat in the front row and another couple sat in the middle of the theater. Nan seemed tense, anxious. She eased as the lights dimmed and as the movie started. Her anxiety returned when a single man walked up the steps toward the back row. He sat down with only one chair separating him from Nan. The man took no specific notice of us, but Nan seemed to shrink, and I heard her sigh with apparent disappointment.

The movie began and I had to admit that the movie had some incredibly sexy scenes in it. The story and plot were thin, but the actors were sexy, and it was basically soft porn, which I liked as much as any other porn. Nan was enthralled. During the second sex scene, I saw her start to fidget. Her thighs rubbed together. She shifted in her seat. Her knee would intentionally press against mine when the sex was really hot. I felt my cock swell inside my slacks and I nearly jumped up when Nan put her hand directly on my bulge during another sexy scene. She massaged my growing cock during the scene. Had we been at home we would have been masturbating with each other, but this was in public. The man at the end of the row surely would be able to see had we started masturbating each other. But as the movie continued Nan’s fidgeting became more evident and I even saw her press the palm of her hand down against the front of her skirt. My wife was getting beyond turned on and was going to have to get off soon, I realized. I had seen her like this before and she just gets to a point where she needs it now, like right now! So much so that we’ve fucked in very public places, which works well for Nan as a closeted exhibitionist. I had this growing suspicion that Nan’s plan all along was to masturbate during the movie, and I wondered if she was now going to finally need to go through with her secret plan, despite the presence of the stranger only a seat away from her.

I looked at the other guests in attendance, the backs of their heads were shadows against a giant movie screen. The couple seated in the middle of the theater had folded in close to each other and the man’s shoulder seemed to be moving erratically. At first, I wondered if something had spilled and he was cleaning it up but soon realized that he was reaching across his body to his partner’s. He was jerking her off! I thought about nudging Nan to show her, but her eyes were glued to the sex scene taking place on the screen. My cock ached in my pants and the sexual energy permeated the largely vacant auditorium. Nan had mercilessly kept squeezing on my cock and I was feeling an uneasy need for release. This was especially true when I could tell the woman in the middle row was cumming. Her body shook the theater seat in convulsive waves. At almost the exact same moment, Nan grabbed my hand and placed it on her thigh. With her other hand, Nan hiked up her skirt. My wife had finally reached her tipping point.

Nan leaned back in her chair and exposed her naked pussy. She had not bothered with a thong after all. The light from the screen hid nothing. She was bare for anyone who wanted to see, and Nan did not seem to care who saw. She needed to cum to the scene on the movie screen. We both needed to. I quietly unzipped my pants allowing Nan to have access to my hard cock. I slid my hand along her knee, but Nan stopped me before I was midway up her thigh. I glanced over to see what was wrong. While I had been adjusting myself in the seat and unzipping my pants, the man on Nan’s other side had moved chairs. He was now sitting right next to her and his hand was between my wife’s thighs. I glanced at Nan and caught her eyes in the light of the movie. She was smiling and biting her lip. Her eyes showed surprise but also begged to let the man keep doing what he was doing. His hand was working fast, in a circular motion on my wife’s naked, wanting pussy. I was stunned and aroused. Her eyes closed briefly after looking at me for assurance that all was okay. I smiled and nodded my acceptance. Her body relaxed when she knew it was okay for the man to continue. She lowered her body further down her chair so that her ass was practically off the seat. The man’s motion adjusted so that he could finger-fuck my wife’s greedy pussy. I heard her moan as he fucked her.

I squeezed Nan’s thigh and felt the motion of the man’s handjob shaking Nan’s leg. With my free hand, I stroked my cock and watched my wife’s body move with pleasure. Her eyes rarely opened to see what was on the movie now. Her sole attention was on what the man was doing for her. In the movie, I could hear the actress perform an orgasm. Nan, however, was not performing. She was cumming, hard. Her hand squeezed the armrests of her chair and her hips lifted. The man’s hand fucked her hard while Nan’s body levitated. When her climax slowed the man continued fingering my wife. She fucked his hand as best as the awkward angle would permit while the movie continued. He was going to get another orgasm from her soon.

Nan’s eyes were glassy with tears from the harshness of her overwhelming orgasms, but they were again affixed on the movie screen. Her lips were curved into a smile. Her hand wrapped again around my cock, which had miraculously avoided spontaneously cumming when Nan did. I sighed and let her fingers work their magic. I looked at the man’s hand still fucking my wife’s needy pussy and discovered that my lovely, sexy wife had decided to return the man’s favor. I followed the line of her harm and watched it move up and down in the shadowed area of his crotch. Her smile had turned positively evil, drunk with power. I glanced at the screen and discovered that the heroine of the film was on her knees giving the film’s hero a blowjob in a movie theater. I realized then that this had been Nan’s primary plan. She had wanted to give me a blowjob during this scene. Life imitating art. But the stranger had created a different scenario for her, one which had lived only in my wife’s fantasies, until now.

As the scene unfolded, I felt Nan move beside me. I watched her move to her knees and drop her head in the lap of the man at her side. I saw the light reflect on his bespectacled face as his head fell back into the seat. I heard him moan. He moved his hips lower to give my wife complete leverage over his cock. Nan’s blowjobs were masterful with the perfect mix of a squeeze at the tip, deep throat fucks and sucks, and gentle ball squeezes. In a matter of moments, I saw the man’s body arch forward and saw his face contort with his orgasm. The moment the man was finished with his orgasm, Nan stood and moved towards me. She pressed my knees together and straddled my thighs. She slid her pussy down my cock and ground her hips into mine. I grabbed her tits, feeling her nipples through the silky blouse. I heard her moan and grab at the back of the theater chair. She arched her back and convulsed. I came with my wife fucking me in the movie theater. While Nan and I wrestled to get our bodies back into our chairs, we realized that the man that had been beside her had left the theater. She squeezed my hand and laughed. We agreed that it was the best movie we had ever been to.