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Cinema (MMF, wife, voy)
by WIFE WATCHER
**
Back in the 70's my husband took me to the cinema to see Emmanuel.
Though not very explicit it was 'erotic' and quite sexy for the 70's.
During the film my husband went to the toilet, he was only gone for
about 10 minutes but during that time a man sitting next to me started
to feel my leg. Well, I just froze. I couldn't believe it was
happening and more so the fact that I wasn't stopping him.
He worked his way up to my crutch and was massaging my clit through my
panties. I was completely mesmerised, I was staring at the screen
without seeing anything. To have my clit played with really turns me on
but under these circumstances, in this illicit, forbidden way, in a
public place with my husband about to return any second, it was the most
thrilling, exciting few minutes I have ever experienced.
When he could see my husband returning, the man stopped playing with me,
much to my annoyance, he pulled my skirt down and left. In itself, the
event hadn't been all that much but it fuelled a fantasy that I used for
a long time whilst playing with myself or having sex with my husband, it
went like this:
I would be in the city on a shopping trip and as I passed a 'Sex cinema'
the memory of the man playing with me came flooding back and I had an
irresistible urge to go into the cinema. It was a rather seedy, run
down place. The cashier gave me a ticket and I had to find my own way
in as there were no usherettes.
It was very dark, more so because I had just come out of the bright
sunlight, I fumbled my way along the next to back row, men were
standing up to let me pass and some of them were grabbing a quick
'feel' of my breasts and bottom.
I sat down with an empty seat either side of me. I was amazed at what
was going on, on the screen, there was a girl having her clothes ripped
off and being raped by 6 guy's. I was so absorbed in the film that I
never noticed that 2 men had sat either side of me. The first hint of
their presence was when I felt their hands on my legs, sliding up under
my skirt. Their fingers fumbling with my panties, trying to get their
fingers into my cunt. They raised me up and eased my panties down and
removed them completely, spread my legs and pulled me forward on the
seat so that they could get at my pussy better. One guy was fucking me
with his fingers while the other one was rubbing my clit, I was just
floating along in sexual ecstasy when I felt hand on my shoulders, some
one sitting in the row behind was reaching over, his hands found there
way into my top, into my bra and started to massage my breasts and
nipples. What utter bliss, to be pampered like this.
A noise made me open my eyes and I saw another man climb over the seat
in front and get down between my legs, he knelt down and opened his zip
and got his big cock out. The 2 guys who had been playing with my cunt,
stopped. They lifted my legs right up over the mans shoulders, I was
lying there, naked from the waist down, with my legs wide open,
vulnerable, just waiting to be used.
I was already juiced up because of the 2 men who had been manipulating
my pussy, so the man between my legs had no trouble inserting his big
dick into me. In out, in out, went the dick. With each thrust it went
a little deeper until his full cock was inside of me. His thrusts
became faster and faster as he neared his climax, I started to moan,
louder and louder, so that one of the men put a hand over my mouth to
keep me quiet but this only served to make me more and more excited. The
man came and came, filling me full of his spunk.
Then another man was between my legs, his cock made slurping noises as
it slid in and out in the first man spunk. While this was going on, men
sitting either side of me, raised my top and were sucking on my tits
and a man in the row behind, grabbed me by the hair, pulled my head back
and forced his cock into my mouth.
Pretty soon I had been fuck by at least 10 men and sucked off about 5.
I was left in a naked heap, drenched in spunk and covered in love
bites. Completely used, a cheap whore who deserves to be fucked by as
many cocks as possible. These are the thoughts that turn me on, that
turn me from a respectable middle-class, housewife and mother to a cheap
whoring slut. But only in my head, only in my fantasy's, that is until
the day when my lust got too much for me and I wanted to become the girl
of my fantasy's. I wanted to become a whoring slut who wanted to be
used by men, by lot's of men, by lot's of cocks. To be the vessel that
men could empty their spunk into.
The Reality
First of all, I needed a man, a man who could take me to places that
were seedy. Someone who would know how to treat a slut but who could
protect her from harm whilst she was being sexually used by other men
but where to find such a person.... but wait, what is that noise, it's
the dustbin men, could this be my hero ?
I went to the backdoor just as he was returning my bin, he was wearing
jeans and a vest, it was a very hot summers day and the sweat was
running down his sunburned body. He was quite ugly, all the better for
my humiliation fantasy, with a huge beer belly hanging over his belt.
"Would you like cold orange juice?" I heard myself saying.
"A beer would be better." he replied, wiping the sweat from his brow.
He followed me into the kitchen and as I bent over to get him a beer
from the refrigerator, I made a point of letting my housecoat fall open
and exposing my bare breast. I could see that he had noticed and as I
handed him the beer, he drank it in one gulp with one hand and grabbed
me by the hair with the other, forced me onto my knees, opened his jeans
and pulled out a rather gnarled looking cock that smelled to high
heaven. I tried to pull away from him but he forced his cock into my
mouth and with 3 short thrusts he had come in my mouth, zipped himself
up and left.
The whole episode had been crude and crass. In a fantasy it would
probably have been great but in reality all it did was to make me throw
up on the kitchen floor. No, this had to be figured out logically. I
wanted to act out the fantasy of being used and degraded but it has to
be in the limits of what I am. First I have to know that I am safe from
real harm, I also have to know that my limits will be respected and most
important of all, I don't mind people being ugly but they have to be
clean. How to go about it?
I recalled a TV program about 'Wife Swapping.' they had mentioned that
they met one another through a sex contact magazine. So after a few
phone calls to book shops in 'Yellow Pages' I at last got the address of
a 'dirty book' shop.
I stood outside the shop for a while, trying to get the courage to go
in. A nice respectable looking middle-aged man smiled at me as he went
into the shop. A few minutes later he came out and smiled at me again.
I returned his smile and he was just about to walk off, when he stopped
and asked if I was okay.
"Well, no, not exactly." I replied.
"Is there anything I can do to help?"
"I was trying to get the courage to go into the shop." I said laughing
nervously.
"Is there anything I can get for you?" He offered.
"I was hoping to get a 'Contact' magazine."
"Would you like to have a browse through mine, I've just bought the
latest one."
"Well I, er." I stammered.
"There's a coffee shop across the road, why not join me and while I have
my coffee you can read my book and if it's the type you want I will get
you a copy."
So that was how I met John, I didn't know then that he was to become the
most important person in my life, next to my family that is. John new
all about the 'sex scene' he had been meeting couples for 3somes and
gang bangs for years. When I told him about my weird and very strange
fantasy, he thought it quite commonplace. He told me that a very large
proportion of women had similar fantasy's of being used or even raped
though they wouldn't really liked to be raped for real but only in a
safe, controlled way. Just like the women who want to be used by
tramps, workmen and 'down and outs' although their 'attacker' maybe
dressed in rags he has to have 'clean' sexual parts.
So John arranged for me to be ganged banged, he knew someone who had
their own private cinema, it only had about 25 seats. It was arranged
for me to go there on my own. John had assured me that he would be
there to keep an eye on things so that they didn't get out of hand and I
also had a password that would call a halt to the proceedings if I'd had
enough. That way, if I wanted to scream and shout for help as part of
my fantasy, no one would take any notice until I said the password,
which in this case was 'UNCLE'.
I took a taxi to the address John had given me, I was wearing high
heels, black fishnet stockings and suspender belt and a raincoat,
nothing else. I rang the bell and the door was opened by a tall
good-looking man in his 40's.
"Yes ?" he asked. I thought for a dreadful moment that I had come to
the wrong address.
"I, er I, er John sent me." I stammered.
"Come in." was all he said. he closed the door behind me and lead the
way down the dimly lit hall. I was absolutely terrified.
Had I made a mistake in coming here?
Would I be safe?
Would I be murdered?
Panic gripped me and I was just about to turn and run out of the place
when the man opened the door and light and sound from the movie spilled
out into the hall. Somehow that managed to calm me down. This after
all was what I was here for, to 'go to the pictures'.
I entered and took a seat in the 2nd to back row, as my eyes adjusted to
the light, I could see that there were 3 men scattered about in front
of me and a quick glance over my shoulder revealed 4 men sitting behind.
A scream from the film drew my attention and I became engrossed in what
was happening to the girl on screen. Two men were holding her down and
taking turns screwing her. I was so absorbed in the film that I never
noticed that 2 men had sat either side of me. The first I new of it was
when I felt their hands on my legs. Then exactly as I had related my
fantasy to John these men acted it out, right down to the men getting
down between my legs and fucking me and fucking me until I was sore and
soaking wet with spunk and sweat. I can never thank John enough for
that and for the many other things he has arranged for me.
THE END