"Movie Swap" (MFM,exhib, Hyno)

My wife (PJ) is 46 years old, and acts in her 30's when it comes to
sensual play.  In that regard, I am a VERY lucky man.  She is 5'7". 136
lbs, 36C-30-37, auburn hair, brown eyes, with large 1/2" nipples.  Her
only flaw was s tummy bulge from childbearing that I'd grown fond of,
but it still made her hesitant to wear anything too provocative.

 It was about a month ago that we had met a hypnotist who had helped my
wife over her fear of flying while on a business trip.  The resulting
adventures from his hypnotic suggestions had swept us into an entirely
new realm of sexual pleasure.  So when I got an email from him that he
would be in our town on business, I invited him out to dinner with PJ
and myself.
  On the scheduled evening, PJ came out of the bedroom dressed in a
green flowered mini-skirt with slits over both thighs, and a button-down
green blouse with black 3" heels and thigh highs.  She looked as radiant
as the day I married her, if not more confident.
  We met Joe at a modest restaurant and were seated right away.  We made
idle talk for almost 30 minutes while waiting for a table in the
lounge.  PJ excused herself to the restroom and Joe stood up as she left
our table.  When he sat down I extended my hand to shake his.
  "I just wanted to thank you for that hypnotic suggestion during our
flight." I explained.
  "My pleasure." he smiled.
  "I wouldn't think you'd do hypnotism for free when it's your
business." I observed.
  "A man's got to have his fun and keep his skills up, doesn't he?" he
raised his wineglass in a toast.
  I toasted him with my beer.  "True."
  "So are you both ready for a new suggestion?" he asked me, putting
down his glass.
  I paused to light a smoke.  "An honest question," I replied, "what's
this gonna cost me?  Or what's in it for you?"
  He shrugged.  "Sexual suggestions are perhaps the most difficult
suggestions to instill in a client.  It's one way to keep one's skills
sharp.  As for me-I might ask you to allow me to use her to demonstrate
my skills to a peer whenever I'm in town and circumstances dictate some
friendly competition between professionals."
  "Such as?" I worried slightly.
  "Nothing you won't pre-approve or witness." he assured me.  "So what
would you like me to suggest to her this time?"
  I fell speechless.  A mind full of fantasies and dreams; wants and
desires, and here was someone offering me the chance to have a taste of
a dream and I was speechless.
  "Hurry before she returns." he suggested.
  I shrugged.  "I'd just like her to be able to open up to being more
physical with other men."
  "Like flirting or sex?" he asked.
  "We've done both," I explained, "but getting things started often
takes just the right circumstances, people, timing, alcohol, etceteras."
  He smiled.  "At least it isn't something totally strange to her,
then." he noted. "OK, how about making her think someone else is you
with a keyword?"
  "That might help." I admitted.  
  He fell silent as he stood up upon PJ's return.  
  "Have they called us yet?" she asked, sitting down between us.
  As I was about to say no, the overhead crackled and called our name. 
"Shall we eat?" I smiled.
  We went to our table and made a great deal of small talk about the
area, the weather, the tourism business, and other idle tidbits.  After
dinner, we sat smoking our post-dinner cigarettes and drinking our beers
and wine.  
  Joe began asking PJ about her fear of flying and asked her to relax
and recall his hypnotic suggestions.  Not wanting to fall victim to him
pulling a reverse hypnosis or double hypnosis, I focused on her body as
she relaxed and closed her eyes while biting on my inner cheek to the
point of near intolerable pain.  
  I also listened intently for anything strange about Joe's words as he
talked to her and internally monitored myself for signs of fatigue such
as I experienced last time he relaxed her.
  Soon he was speaking very softly, putting the suggestion to her about
seeing only me when flirting with men, pleasing me, opening up to me,
taking advantage of her natural beauty to seduce and reward me.  The key
word was to be "hard-on."  The session lasted for about 15 minutes until
she was again awake and drinking her beer and talking as if nothing had
happened.
  When we left we stood in the parking lot saying our good-byes.  Joe
opened the car door for PJ who gave him a kiss on his cheek and got into
the car.  I shook his hand and smiled.  "Thanks - I hope."
  "Just email about your evening." he grinned.  "Just be careful who you
swap with." and he walked to his car.
  I got into our car and headed immediately to a favorite pool hall of
ours.
  Even without hypnosis, PJ had the potential for being quite the party
girl.  She played pool almost always in mini-skirts, some more mini than
others.  This evening, her skirt was not too short to bend over and
shoot, but the slits over her thighs and her general physique were quite
pleasant to watch as we played.
  As usual, we competed for massages, favors and such, and after loosing
a couple of games to her, I decided to ask for an evening at the adult
movie theater on the outside of town.  She agreed and broke.  
  The game teetered back and forth as we fought for dominance on the
table until she shot to sink the eight ball and followed it in with the
cue-ball!  I was internally ecstatic and had to resist the temptation to
jump up and down.  I was going to get to try out my new wife's hypnotic
suggestion this very evening!
  We finished our beers and headed out to the theater.  The "plan" was
to watch a porno flick and have her let men watch me play with her and
expose her and whatever else I wanted. She was capable of being seen
nude without hypnosis, and she was also capable of being mildly
flirtatious and letting the right man flirt back more aggressively.  I
wondered if I'd actually need to invoke my key-word this evening at all. 
  She sounded quite willing to pay off her debts to me.
  We arrived at the club, which was a BYOB establishment that showed
movies in a big room with tables and chairs.  When a dancer was
available, she'd dance nude on the stage between movies.  We paid our $
10 each cover charge and entered the large room.
  The tables had three chairs each, and were spread out about five feet
apart.  We quickly found one in a corner to the rear right of the
"theater" that was open with no men sitting too close, although those
who were there immediately noticed a "couple" coming into the place.
  After sitting down and ordering a couple of "near beers" we settled
our chairs side by side, and I put my arm over her shoulders as she
leaned against me.  The show was about to begin.
  It was funny, I thought as I tried to relax, that I was more nervous
than she was.  PJ's breathing was regular and rhythmic while mine was
irregular and quickened.  I surveyed the room discretely, as my wife
seemed to become absorbed in the movie on screen.
  I noticed one man sitting about 10 feet away with his back to the
wall, glancing in our direction with increasing frequency.  I couldn't
blame him.  PJ's skirt was short enough, revealing her long voluptuous
legs, and the slits on the skirt revealed even more thigh, to the point
just below her thigh high band.  
  "What would you like me to expose first?" I finally asked her softly.
  She shrugged.  "You could start with a massage on my neck and work
down." she suggested.
  I pulled my elbow back so my hand could caress her neck under her
shoulder-length hair and began slowly caressing the nape of her neck to
the middle of her posterior skull, up and down, down and up.  She loved
this action and I knew it would help her get more erotic even without
the help of a hypnotic suggestion.
  As I massaged her neck, alternating between gentle squeezes and
caresses, I pondered the need to try my "ace" or key-word.  I recalled a
previous experience in an adult theater similar to this, and with some
alcohol, movies, and physical stimulation I had PJ flashing her entire
body to anyone close enough to see without binoculars.  
  She began to sigh softly as my hands widened their massaging circles
starting to work her neck and upper inner shoulders.  She loved this
kind of physical stimulation!  I began to push against the neckline of
her blouse, indicating that it was in-the-way.
  She caught the hint and quietly undid a couple of buttons, which gave
me much more room to move over her exposed shoulder and neck muscles. 
She was still watching the movie, but allowing her eyes to close more
often.
  I noticed that other men were glancing our way, pointing and talking
to each other.  I smiled inwardly, wondering if they had a clue as to
the show I was hoping to give them this evening.
  PJ sat forward and whispered to me that she had to use the restroom.
  "Shorten the skirt," I ordered, "and undo a few more buttons while
you're gone."
  She gave me a peck on the cheek and headed towards the restroom across
the rear of the room.  My eyes followed her every move, enjoying the
basic feminine beauty of her form.  My eyes were not the only ones
either.  When she disappeared into the restroom, I lit a cigarette and
decided that I'd hold off on the key-word until a more important
opportunity presented itself.
  I quickly got up and ordered two more near-beers to refresh our near
empties and got back to my seat in time to see PJ emerge from the
restroom.  I was not disappointed in her response to my request.  Her
mini was now hiked up to barely cover her ass and the slits in her thigh
highs parted as she walked, revealing the darkened band of her
thigh-high tops.  She had also undone a couple of more buttons, leaving
only two intact, but walking upright left only the imagination to
complete the details of her modest cleavage.
  She sat down and lit her own cigarette and downed her remaining beer
from her first glass and leaned slightly towards me.  Now I could see
her blouse sag slightly and reveal much more ample cleavage, bulging
breast tissue but no nipples.  
  I resumed my massage as we smoked our cigarettes, occasionally
glancing at the movie.  The actors were on a college campus trying to
save some fraternity from being disbarred, but every function ended up
with everyone screwing everyone else and destroying their attempts to
save their image.
  I reassessed our audience and was startled to note that the man
closest to us had moved one table closer, obviously to get a better view
of my wife's form.  Her legs were almost completely exposed now as he
surveyed her figure from about 5 feet away.
  "Unpart your legs." I ordered.  
  Without looking at her admirer, PJ uncrossed her legs and placed her
heels on the floor, about 2 feet apart.  I knew the man closest to us
could at least see her inner thighs in the dim light.  
  I continued to work PJ's neck, moving up and down her entire spine
outside her blouse, content at the moment to "get her in the mood"
before collecting on my evening's pool winnings.  My mind continued to
race as to how to collect more than a simple glance or two.
  My arm began to finally develop an ache so I decided to play with more
rewarding body parts.  I reached over her neck to rest my arm, draping
my hand over her right breast.  Then slowly as the movie played on, I
began to curl and uncurl my fingers, until finally grasping her breast
through the material of her shirt.
  I noticed as I squeezed her breast, the shirt would widen and increase
her exposed breast skin.  Being a gentleman, husband, and pervert, I
began to manipulate the blouse's material, working it wider and wider
until her entire breast fell into the open.  I covered it with my hand
and just light squeezed and released it.
  When PJ's admirer looked back to check on us, I pulled my hand from
over her breast to under it and cupped it, squeezing and kneading her
easily viewed tit.  He smiled at me and kept on watching.  PJ, in the
meantime, had closed her eyes to concentrate on the "massage" she was
receiving.  
  I moved my hand back to her shoulder and let the blouse fall barely
over her breast as I continued to massage her shoulder, moving down her
arm, pinching the blouse's materials, attempting to wider it some more. 
Having no luck, I moved back to her neck and worked it a few minutes,
then began moving down over her shoulder in the front to her left
breast.
  She smiled briefly and sighed softly as I caressed her lightly while
preparing to manipulate her some more.  I found it awkward to move my
arm that was so close to her so I dropped it to her thigh and began
caressing it, still pondering what to do about her chest.
  "How does it feel?" I whispered, trying to assess her mood.
  "Great." she whispered back.  
  "Open your shirt wide." I commanded, wondering if my pool winnings
would pay off.
  She slowly reached down and undid the remaining buttons and pulled her
blouse open, again revealing all of her right breast to our admirer and
most of her left breast too.  I quickly pulled the left blouse flap wide
and exposed her completely to him as she sat back, eyes closed while my
hands caressed her left thigh.
  She seemed oblivious to our fan who was staring intently at her
breasts and large erect nipples topping dark brown aureoles.  He gave me
a thumbs-up sign.  I discretely returned the sign.  Then I had to use my
free hand to adjust my crotch to make room for my growing hard-on.  
  I continued to massage her thigh-high covered thighs while I sipped my
inadequate beer.  Another older man, who looked to be in his late 50's
or 60's had taken notice of PJ's exposed tits and was looking back over
his shoulder intently.  
  As if nature approved, an outdoor scene on the movie began which lit
up the dim room substantially, revealing her breasts to at least six men
who took the opportunity to look.  Our original fan, a man in his 40's,
seemed content to sit back against the wall, touching his groin lightly
as he alternated between the movie and the view of my wife.  
  "Great view." I whispered to PJ.
  She grinned slightly.  "Glad you enjoy it." she replied.
  "Hell," I added, "I love it!"  I paused, "And I'm not the only one."  
  She didn't open her eyes.  "What's he doing now?" she whispered back.
  "Touching himself." I advised her.
  "Ummm." she hummed.
  "Part your legs more." I told her. 
  To my amazement, she did.  Now I was sure her could see that she was
pantiless and when he finally looked, he undid his zipper and pulled his
cock out.  The older man also had moved to another table, putting him
near the younger admirer and directly in front of PJ and he too smiled
at the view of my wife's pussy and tits when the movie's light allowed
it.
  "Cover your tits." I commanded, getting our empty beer glasses.  "I
need to get refills."
  She pulled the blouse over her tits, but left it unbuttoned.
  "Leave the legs parted." I added.
  She frowned at me momentarily then shrugged, lighting a cigarette.  I
quickly hurried back to the reception counter and got two cold beers and
returned to her, sitting as I'd hoped, legs spread, tits covered.
  As I set the beers down on the table I stopped to open her shirt wide
and admire the view from in front of her before sitting down.  She
offered no resistance and just gave me the "I hope you know what you're
doing" look.
  During the next ten minutes, I nervously sipped on my beer, smoked a
cigarette, and worked her upper thigh and pussy hair.  PJ loved to have
her pussy hair lightly grabbed, straightened out, and released.  I began
doing that, and she willingly parted her legs even more as she began to
lean back in the chair with her own cigarette and relax.  From the
moisture around her pussy's entrance, I knew I was having the desired
effect on her.  Coupled with the fact, we'd been to busy to have sex in
the past 5 days - a famine for us - she was definitely getting aroused.
  I was very pleased with her willing display and wondered what else I
would want to do.  The room was too open to have sex with her, and too
open to allow someone else to get too physical with her either without
starting an orgy which we weren't willing to initiate.
  The movie ended and I allowed her to pull the blouse over her tits
when the lights came up.  I continued working on her thigh and pussy and
she left herself exposed for the two men in front of us.  I'm sure the
others had an idea of what I was doing, and what the others saw, but no
one else moved, except one to leave.  I figured by the stain on his
crotch, he didn't need any additional stimulation from PJ anyway.
  The man from the film room above called out that he had no dancers
tonight and that he would have the next film loaded momentarily.  I
considered asking PJ to do a guest appearance, but things were going so
well, I didn't think I wanted to expose her that much at that time.
  After a few moments of exchanging approving glancing with both men who
had hidden themselves in the light, the room darkened, the studio music
started and the film credits and introduction began to roll.  
  "The blouse." I spoke, wondering if she'd get the hint.
  PJ opened it.
  I shrugged to myself on my next perverted thought and spoke it as
quickly as it occurred to me without considering the possible
ramifications or reaction.
  "Completely off." I suggested.
  She looked at me for a brief second and sat forward and slid the
blouse off her shoulders, keeping the material of the blouse between her
and the chair.  Now she sat topless in the theater next to me and my
cock struggled for breathing room.
  Both men had taken their cocks out and were discretely stoking
themselves to the sight my wife afforded them.  
  I became bolder as my own horniess increased, wondering when I would
hit her self-imposed limitations.  I turned my chair towards hers and
bent over to start licking her already erect nipples.  She responded by
raising her arm and caressing my scalp - a positive sign. 
  As I tongued her nipple closest to me, I began slipping my finger into
her wet slit, slowly penetrating her pussy an inch or two then
withdrawing to massage her clit.  Her hips shuddered slightly.
  As I sat bent over, my belt pushed down on my bladder, and I decided
that I'd better empty it now, before I got too caught up in whatever
lied ahead.
  I sat up and surveyed my lovely wife, sitting back topless, breasts
and nipples jutting up into the air, legs spread wide in a ultra-short
mini, exposing her pussy to the two men in front of her angle.  "Don't
move." I said, "I have to go pee, you've given me a terrible hard-on."
  I got up and quickly ducked into the men's room. 
  It was a small restroom with only one urinal and one stall.  I
unzipped my pants and reached in to free myself as the blessed tingling
began to run up my spine as my bladder began to finally empty itself. 
It took almost 90 seconds before I was relieved enough to zip up and
quickly wash my hands.
  No towels, I noted.  Damn.  I shook my hands repeatedly and rubbed
them together, not wanting to put cold hands on my hot and horny wife. 
Nothing could turn her off faster than being rough, or being cold.
   I emerged from the restroom and paused to allow myself time to let my
eyes adjust to the dark.  As they came into focus, I looked to PJ and
gasped when I saw the admirer of ours sitting in my chair, touching her
breasts!
  I cautiously walked back to our table, hoping this was by invitation
or something as opposed to someone looking for trouble.  When I got to
the table, he put his hands to his lips in a gesture for silence and
motioned me to sit next to him. 
  PJ looked serene as this stranger caressed her breasts with his
hands.  Her legs were still open, pussy still exposed to the older man
who remain in his chair staring at her love box.
  I sat down hesitantly.  The admirer looked to me and smiled.  "She's
hot!" he said in a complimentary tone.  "And she thinks I'm you!"
  I started to ask how when my mind began an instant replay of my
leaving the table.  "I have to go pee," I had said, and "you have given
me a terrible hard-on."  Hard-on!  The hypnotic key word!  From what I
was seeing it was working!
  "You don't mind, do you?" he asked me as his hands cupped her breasts,
hefting them and toying with them.
  "No." I replied honestly.
  "I'm Fred." he introduced himself, still speaking softly.
  "BJ" I replied in greeting.  "She's PJ."
  He gave me his free hand to shake and smiled.  "BJ and PJ huh?"
  I shrugged, mesmerized by the satisfied look on her face as her played
more and more aggressively with her tits.
  "Watch this." he whispered, "if it's OK with you." he added post
haste.
  He leaned towards PJ and said loud enough for me to hear, "Are you
horny dear?"
  PJ hummed and moved her hips up and down. "Yes dear."
  "Tell her to kiss you." I told him, wondering how far the suggestion
would take her.  
 He smiled and leaned towards her face and put his lips to hers, still
working her tits.  She opened her mouth immediately and extended her
tongue, seeking out his mouth.  As I watched intently I noticed he still
had his cock out, and PJ's hand was wrapped around it!
  Her eyes were open as she put her other hand on his head and massaged
his scalp during the kiss.  After a few seconds of that, he left her
mouth and began sucking her breasts.
  "Harder, dear." PJ whispered.  I knew she only asked for that when she
was really hot, and seldom with anyone else.
  He came up for air and pointed at her pussy with an extended finger. 
He wanted to finger her!
  I nodded, debating whether or not to take out my own cock and play
with myself.  I looked over the see the older man had moved to the table
directly in front of us and was stroking himself almost openly.  When I
looked back, Fred was sliding his finger in and out of PJ's pussy.  I
could tell from the smacking sounds that she was dripping wet!
  He continued fingering her and sucking her breasts.  
  "Are we still being watched?" PJ whispered hoarsely.
  "Yes." Fred replied, "Why?"
  "I want to fuck you - now." she rasped.
  He looked at me.  
  "Let me take her to one of the private booths, and we can experiment
some more." I suggested, my own hard-on returning with a vengeance.  I
couldn't believe that my wife wanted to fuck me so openly, and it wasn't
even me she was asking!  "You'll need a condom" I added, "if I agree to
allow anything serious."
  He paused, nodded, and left her panting there.
  I slipped into my seat and caressed her moist tits, covered in Fred's
saliva.
  PJ reached for my cock, which she found tucked away.  "Where's your
cock?" she asked.  "You'll have to cover up too," I explained, "for us
to go to one of the video booths to grant your wish."
  She smiled at me.  She sat up, tossed her cigarettes and lighter into
her purse and pulled the blouse closed, but with no buttons.  "Let's
go!" she insisted.
  I grabbed my smokes, pausing to down the beer and led her to the
reception area.  We paused to get some quarters while the clerk looked
PJ up and down.  It was obvious he found her too old for his liking, but
he was interested in her blouse configuration still.
  We took the quarters and headed past the reception area, opposite of
the theater to a large room with booths separated by black velvet
curtains suspended from the ceiling.  Fred was standing there smiling at
us as we passed him.
  I led PJ into an open booth and pulled the curtain shut. 
  "Who was that?" she asked.
  "No one." I lied.  "Get naked now."
  She quickly dropped the blouse and slipped the mini-skirt down.  "The
heels and hose can stay." I added.  I put eight quarters into the video
machine which popped up with a threesome - two women and a man.
  "Sit down on the chair, close your eyes, and don't open them until I
say." I commanded her.
  She sat on the vinyl-covered stool and I stood behind her massaging
her neck.  I stopped to check on Fred.  
  "Why did you stop?" she asked.
  "To drop my pants." I lied.  I stuck my head out of the curtain and
almost hit Fred in the head with my head.  I ushered him in and
whispered for him to resume massaging her neck and to not proceed
without my OK on anything.  He showed me the condom before dropping it
in his pocket and smiled.  "She lost a pool bet to do what I want, if
you need to encourage anything I've approved." I added.
  Fred gave me a high five and stepped up to PJ's back and began
caressing her skin up and down her spine with one hand as he dropped his
pants with his other hand.  I stood behind PJ to the side.
  "You're beautiful." Fred spoke.
  "Thanks." PJ replied.
  "Remember to keep your eyes closed." I spoke before realizing I might
have blown my plan.
  Fred looked at me startled for a moment.
  "Yes, dear." PJ replied.
  "Thank you." Fred added.
  When he stepped out of his slacks, he was naked from the waist down
with a cock almost the size of my own, but thicker!  It was the first
time PJ would play with a cock thicker than mine!  He continued to move
his hands up and down her back lightly, caressing her skin, causing
waves of goosebumps to move up and down her flesh.
  "How many voices do you hear?" Fred asked as his cock grew upright.
  "Just yours and the movie here." PJ replied, "why?"
  "Just wondering" I chimed in.
  "Do you hear something?" PJ asked.
  "No." Fred replied, just thought I did in the other booth.
  "Oh." PJ said softly.
  Fred looked at me and shrugged.  I smiled as I pulled out a cigarette
wishing the curtains were solid so I could lean up against them.  As he
caressed my naked wife in front of me, I felt a strange sense of pride,
power, and arousal.  It was a strange feeling that I had no idea of how
to deal with.  
  It wasn't as if we hadn't had threesomes before, but somehow this
seemed as erotic as the first time.  I looked around for signs of video
surveillance and saw none.  When I returned to my wife's body, Fred had
moved closer and was rubbing his cock against the base of her spine
while his hands reached over and played with her breasts.
  I was in heaven!
  "OK," Fred stepped away from her to move in front of her.  He produced
a handkerchief and paused for my OK to apply it to her eyes.  I stepped
up to see it was clean and unused and I nodded my approval.  It barely
reached around her head but seemed to completely cover her eyes.
  "Why the blindfold?" PJ asked in a purely inquisitive tone.
  "My winnings," Fred replied, "remember."
  "OK." PJ sounded agreeable.
  Then he dropped to his knees, parting her legs wider as he descended
and began to lick and tongue her clit.  PJ put her hands on the side of
the stool and leaned back as he began to immediately stimulate her.  
  "Mmmmmm" she moaned, just audibly over the running video screen.
  I then spent the next few minutes watching PJ allow a stranger that
she thought was me eat her out and finger her.
  "You are sooo sexy." Fred emphasized as he fingered her and her hips
began to rock in the chair.
  "You are too." PJ sighed.  "I'm ready."
  He stood up, his erection inches from her slit.  He glanced at me and
I motioned to cover his cock with the condom.  He seemed reluctant for a
moment, but pulled out his gold wrapped coin-shaped condom and quickly
slid it down his shaft.  I nodded as I adjusted my own throbbing
hard-on.
  He moved his cock to the entrance of her pussy and pulling her hips,
guided her to the edge of the stool.  He leaned over to plant another
kiss on her mouth which she met willingly, wrapping her arms around him
and pulling him into her.
  Her mouth engulfed his tongue as his shaft worked its way up her
slippery cunt.  "Oh, you're hard" she observed.
  "You've been a wonderful wife tonight." I replied.  
  Fred was leaning back now, trying to force more of his cock up into my
wife.
  PJ moved her legs up and behind his, wrapping her calves around his as
he slowly began to thrust back and forth.  
  As he moved, he returned his hands to her tits, and his mouth to
hers.  PJ in-turn pulled him closer to him with each forward thrust.  I
couldn't contain myself and began to undo my own pants.  My cock needed
breathing room!
  The movie fell silent and her sighs became strangely loud.  I grabbed
some more quarters and fed them into the machine, which quickly resumed
the same threesome scene.  I cursed myself for not having my camera
handy.
  PJ pulled his head down to her breast, grabbing it with her own hand
and almost shoving into her mouth.  "Suck my tits!" she begged.
  Fred obliged.
  I watched in awe as I tried to decide who was fucking who harder! 
Fred was extremely and intensely involved in this freebie, while my wife
believed him to be me and was being sensual and passionate - while I
watched from a distance.  Maybe only a foot or two, but a distance
nonetheless!
  Suddenly, Fred began thrusting wildly and PJ groaned out loud, loud
enough to be heard by anyone else watching a video!  The two orgasmed
and froze with his cock deep inside her, the only motion now was the
flexing of PJ's thigh muscles as her pussy milked him for all he was
worth, and their rising and falling chests.
  Fred backed up and withdrew himself, his condom glistening with PJ's
juices, and sporting a load at the tip of his own. 
  "Why the condom?" PJ asked as Fred backed off, still panting.
  "To save myself for more." I replied.
  I stepped in front of Fred and put my erection to her slit.  
  "Oh!" she sounded excited.  "You are horny tonight!"
  Without waiting, I slid my cock into her juicy cunt and reveled in
ecstasy as she wrapped her legs around mine.  Fred stood to the side of
PJ as she sat letting me pound her for all I was worth.  Between the
theater performance and allowing a stranger to fuck her in public, I
couldn't hold off for long and emptied my own load - seemingly more than
five day's worth - into her pussy.
  Again, she groaned out loud in pleasure.
  "You are fucking hot!" Fred whispered in her ear.  
  "No," she sighed, "you are."
  "No," I retorted, "you are."  As I backed out of her, jism and pussy
juices flowed down her cunt, down the stool's vinyl side and began
dripping onto the floor.  As I back up to the wall to catch my breath,
Fred moved up and began kissing and fondling her breasts again.
  Before he could ask permission, PJ got up, fell to her knees, and
swallowed his naked penis into her mouth.  He put his hands gently on
her head as she bobbed up and down his shaft while caressing and
coddling his balls.  In no time, Fred has another erection.  Mine was
just becoming flaccid, when to my utter amazement and momentary
surprise, PJ stood up and placed her pussy over his cock.
  He looked at me in amazement and I waved him on.  He held her by the
hips as she wrapped one leg around his thighs, leaned back, and pumped
her pussy up and down his thickening shaft.  After a couple of dozen
strokes, she came off him and leaned over the stool, guiding his cock to
her pussy.
  Without asking, he followed her clue and began sliding his cock up her
pussy from behind.  PJ was totally into it now.  "You've never lasted
three times!" she whispered loudly.
  Fred was holding onto her hips, thrusting hard and quick, breaking out
into a large sweat.  
  "You're getting sexier." I replied for him.
  Then she dropped her head onto the stool, groaned and Fred
subsequently groaned and came inside my wife's cunt.  PJ stayed bent
over the stool as he back out and his jism and her juices began
immediately dripping out.
  I was still soft from my own previous orgasm, although extremely short
of breath and feeling a very rapid heartbeat.  
  Fred stepped back and began slipping on his pants.  He was smiling the
entire time.  I slowly pulled up my own pants, admiring PJ's naked form
as she stood still letting her pussy drain.  
  "What do you want to do now?" I asked as I moved towards Fred.
  "Thanks!" he whispered.
  PJ stayed motionless.  "I don't know, it's your night." she replied.
  Fred handed me a business card.  "Call me next time you want to come
out to play." he said very softly.
  "Want me to find someone else to play with, or fuck?" I asked.
  "It's your night." she replied.
  I shook his head.  "She loved it." I whispered.
  He smiled again and quietly left the room.
  "Are you up to doing a stranger?" I asked.
  PJ sighed.  "I'm kinda sexed out right now." she confessed.
  "Then we can come back tomorrow, daytime?" I asked.
  "Sure." she replied quickly.  She had enjoyed herself.  
  I undid the blindfold, kissed her passionately, and paused for her to
get dressed.  She wore the skirt to only cover half of her ass and left
the blouse open.  "I'm ready." she smiled.
  I followed her out the door like that, leaving the clerk a ten dollar
tip.
  No one else saw her exposed ass or tits that night, but the next day? 
That's another story!