porn cinemas and the wife
Not many porn cinemas in England but there were two or three within driving distance where I live. I used to go whenever I could without telling my wife (being sex obsessed as most men are!)
Most films were U.S. imports but at least in those days there were no plastic tits!
At one cinema they had a stripper twice a week and there was a scramble for front row seats and a line of erect cocks!
Eventually my wife found out and insisted on accompanying me (much to my alarm). There were men all around us wanking away but she wasn't fazed and never mentioned it. She didn't seem much interested in the porn though She likes the usual chick lit porn but nothing visual.
On holiday in the Netherlands I persuaded her to go again. The guy on the box-office warned us to be careful but nothing untoward happened and I enjoyed a hand job. The only thing that put her off was having to walk through another cinema room (for gays) that she said smelled of cum!
Back in England again I persuaded her to visit another cinema. More cocks waving about all round whilst she gave me a wank. A guy in front turned round and asked if he could lick my wife's c*nt. It was just before we ventured into mmf. adventures so I ignored him and told my wife later what he said!
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