My wife and the stranger at the Cinema.
My name is Martin Reed. I’m a GP in North London and have been married to my wife Elizabeth, Lizzie as she’s known by all, for 8 years. We met when I was working at a hospital in Manchester and she was completing her nursing qualification. I can confirm that Doctors and Nurses do, indeed, like to play Doctors and Nurses.
Lizzie is just over 6 feet tall with a good figure. She’s very comfortable in her own skin and confident, striding upright and towering over the majority of men and women in her life. I’m an exception as I’m 6ft 3 myself – it was an absolute condition for Lizzie to marry someone taller than her, which immediately gave me more of a chance than I normally would have with her, she occasionally jokingly reminds me.
We’re a very active couple and keep ourselves fit with cycling, running and rowing. Lizzie also rides horses but I tend to avoid that whole part of her life as it bores me to tears.
We have a very strong sexual attraction to each other which hasn’t waned over the years and we are still experimenting with sex and ways to stimulate, titillate and excite each other. Literally the only thing we have never done is anal penetration. I often push fingers or my thumb into Lizzie’s arse as I go down on her and she enjoys it, but she has always been too worried and nervous of the unknown to allow me to try putting my cock there. Bizarrely, it was never even something which crossed my mind, until I realised she wasn’t going to allow it without some serious persuasion, after which it became something I really wanted to do and occasionally felt petulant that Lizzie was denying me access to that one thing. Most of the time I can forget about it and we always had such great sex that I began to care less and less about trying it to the point where I rarely raised it any more.
We tell each other our fantasies and fortunately for me we both share a favourite - me watching Lizzie with another man, and, crucially for both of us, telling them both what to do.
We often build a story around this scenario when we’re having sex. I’ll typically start it off, Lizzie with her mouth wrapped around my cock will listen intently, moaning and moving more frantically as she gets more excited. Before I come, we’ll swap and as I go down on her she will take up the story - getting more and more detailed and always filthier and more degraded as I push my tongue inside her.
Lizzie will always come in my mouth several times, pausing the story she’s telling as she gasps for air and holds my head, pulling me into her cunt as hard as she can, before relaxing, catching her breath and picking up where she left off. Nearly always we will finish the story together while I’m inside her, our faces close, egging each other on with more and more detail about the imaginary man fucking her while I grant or deny permission for him to do certain things to her. This will go on until I can’t contain myself and unload stream after stream of cum into Lizzie’s cunt as she hold me close and encourages me, whispering in my ear that she wants me to do it, right now.
Despite toying with the idea outside of our fantasy scenario, we’d never taken things any further than investigating a local swingers club, which we chickened out of attending in the end, although the fact that we both got to the point of dressing up and getting in the car to go made us both uncontrollably horny and I pulled Lizzie’s dress up to her waist, yanked her knickers down and fucked her over the bonnet of the car while we told each other what we would have done had we gone through with it.
This story took place in autumn of last year, and is still the subject of every single sex scenario Lizzie and I have told each other since. We both remember many details, from our own perspectives, so I have put this recollection together after sitting with Lizzie and carefully going through everything that happened that evening, pausing only to bring each other off when the whole thing gets too intense.
Lizzie and I are occasional cinema goers, although our movie tastes differ so we will often go together but watch different movies separately, meeting up afterwards for dinner.
So it was on this particular evening – we arrived at the complex and went our separate ways. About 20 minutes into my movie I realised I’d made a mistake – the film was absolutely awful and I knew I should have gone with Lizzie, despite my reservations at the film she’d chosen. Anything would have been better that what I was watching. I left and wandered back to the foyer to wait for Lizzie, but realising it was likely to be well over an hour’s wait I asked the usher at the screening room for Lizzie’s film if I could join my wife, explaining that I’d left the other movie and didn’t really want to stand around for an hour waiting for her. He chuckled and agreed that the movie I’d bought a ticket for was, indeed, appalling, and kindly stepped aside so that I could quietly open the door and go inside.
One advantage of unusual height is that you’re easy to find in a crowded room, and so it was that after only a few seconds of scanning the rows of seats in the semi-darkness, I spotted Lizzie in the middle, halfway to the back, as she nearly always elected to be.
The seats to her right was taken so I nudged as politely as possible past the few on her left and slumped into the seat to her left. (I’m always hyper-aware of blocking people’s view in cinemas and theatres so if I can’t sit right at the back I adopt a sort of slumped position – uncomfortable but unobtrusive). Lizzie, however, has no such qualms and sits bolt upright, believing that if people can’t see they should move to better seats, something which she herself will do without complaint.
Lizzie started a little as I appeared, then looked at me with an odd expression, staring slightly too long at me as if to try and bring my attention to something. I leaned close to her ear and whispered, “film was shit – come to watch yours”. I turned my ear to her lips and she whispered something which both stunned me and made my cock twitch immediately, “the guy on the right has his hand on my thigh”.
Lizzie looked at me with a mixture of relief to see me and a kind of puzzled questioning, expectant look which indicated that she wanted me to do something.
I slowly turned my head to the right and looked behind Lizzie so that I could see down the row to her right.
Sitting next to her was a young man, I would guess no older than 19 or 20, good looking, obviously a little in love with himself judging by the carefully styled hair and relaxed, confident way with which he stared straight ahead at the screen while all the while gently stroking my wife’s thigh with his left hand.
To his right, to my initial surprise, was a very pretty young woman with short blonde hair, resting her head on his shoulder, obviously his girlfriend. I gasped quietly at the audacity of this guy. If he knew I was looking at him he gave no indication whatsoever of it.
I slowly leaned forward, looking past Lizzie, who was now staring fixedly ahead at the screen. I could feel she was tense as I lowered my gaze and saw that the guy did, indeed, have his left hand on Lizzie’s right thigh and was slowly stroking it through her skirt, paying particular attention, I realised, to where he could obviously feel the ridge of the top of Lizzie’s hold-up lace topped stocking.
My cock twitched and started to grow quickly in my jeans, to the point that within seconds I had to push it to one side to stop it being uncomfortable. Lizzie noticed me do this and glanced quickly at me and away again, her expression changing into something else – excitement.
Incredibly, I could see that the girlfriend had her left hand on his right thigh, and was casually stroking up and down as she concentrated on the film.
As I watched, perhaps because I was watching, his hand started to move slowly further up Lizzie’s thigh toward her crotch. Lizzie stiffened and her head snapped toward me, wanting me to decide what to do.
No part of me wanted to leave that cinema, no part of me at all.
I leaned close to my wife’s ear. “Let him”. I whispered.
Those two words had a visible effect on Lizzie. She looked intently at me, I looked earnestly back into her eyes, and she gave a very soft excited sigh as she looked back at the screen.
I started to stroke Lizzie’s other thigh with my right hand, being bolder (after all, she was my wife), and moving straight to the top of her leg.
Lizzie was now squirming almost imperceptibly in her seat as the stranger and I stroked her legs.
As Lizzie stared fixedly ahead I slowly, very slowly, moved my hand down to take the hem of her skirt, and inch by inch, little by little, began pulling it up until the bare flesh of her thighs above her stockings, and the white fabric of her knickers was visible out of the corner of my eye.
Whether the guy thought she was doing it or I was, he clearly understood the implication and moved his hand onto my wife’s inner thigh, stroking slowly up to her crotch, lingering a second with his hand over her cunt, then slowly down her thigh again.
This went on for several minutes, and Lizzie’s breathing became shallow – I could also make out her nipples pushing against the sheer fabric of her blouse and her almost subconscious movements in her seat increased in pace and scale.
By now my cock was fully erect and straining at my jeans, and I moved it again to relieve the pressure.
With her left hand Lizzie grabbed for my crotch and started to try and undo the buttons of my fly – this was incredible, she wanted my cock out here and now.
Lizzie was struggling with the tight buttons and her awkward position, so, looking quickly around me I took my hand off her thigh and unbuttoned my jeans for her, pulling my now throbbing cock out. Lizzie grabbed for it and immediately started stroking me with a frantic urgency I’d rarely known her display – she was really, really turned on. As, of course, was I.
As she stroked my cock, Lizzie gave a muted gasp of pleasure. I slowly moved my hand back to her thigh and, deciding to up the ante, with gentle pressure, opened her legs. Lizzie did not resist and her thigh was soon pushing my right leg toward me as she struggled to open her legs as wide as she could while sitting in the cinema chair.
Now excited beyond all reason, with my heart pounding in my chest, I slowly pushed my hand under Lizzie’s arse – she raised herself slightly off of her seat to accommodate me, moaning a little as she did so and moving her hips rhythmically. I slid my hand under her and, stretching my fingers, pushed into her dripping wet cunt.
I nearly came immediately as I felt that mine wasn’t the only finger inside her.
Working quickly in and out of Lizzie’s cunt were two of the strangers fingers.
When he felt me touch him inside my wife he stopped moving immediately, unsure for the first time of how I would react – this was very different to a little thigh stroking and I felt him freeze as he waited to see what being caught inside my wife was going to mean for him.
He found out when I took my finger out of Lizzie and waited, hopefully signalling that he should carry on.
After a few seconds, Lizzie started pushing her hips towards his motionless hand, and he got the message and pushed his two fingers back inside her.
I used my finger to push his in further and we both began to use them to urgently fuck her.
I was sure the noise of Lizzie coming was audible to those around us, but no-one seemed to notice, being too engrossed in the film that the three of us were staring at but had long forgotten.
It happened quickly, she started to move in her seat faster and faster, forgetting about stroking my cock she now simply gripped it tightly, as if wanting something to hold onto.
I could hear Lizzie’s breath catch in her throat as she raised herself at least an inch off of her chair, strained her legs against the floor, and came.
Lizzie came hard over mine and the stranger’s fingers. We kept our hands still as we felt her cunt contract, again and again. My wife doesn’t squirt when she comes, but I could feel her cum literally running out of her to soak our hands and her own knickers and skirt.
Gradually she relaxed. Her breathing returning to normal as she slowly calmed down in the glow of her orgasm.
I felt the stranger withdraw his fingers and again, nearly came as I distinctly heard him put them into his mouth and suck them clean.
Lizzie pushed her legs together, but left her skirt hiked up as I began stroking my cock, which she had now relinquished, being satisfied and in that place where she temporarily wasn’t ready for more.
I jacked off quickly, my hand a blur as it moved up and down my shaft. Not wanting to be caught but also desperately wanting to be caught and above all, needing to come.
Within seconds I felt my balls start to tighten and spasm and I shifted a little toward Lizzie in my chair. Pulling her skirt all the way over her knickers again I, as quietly as I could, sent stream after stream of cum into her lap, over her thighs and knickers, before eventually it stopped, my head stared to clear and I drew her skirt back down over the combined mess of our orgasms.
Before the film finished, as we sat there in a contented, half disbelieving daze, the stranger and his girlfriend stood and left. He’d whispered something to her urgently and as he stood it was obvious what he wanted – his erection pushing hard against the fabric of his trousers.
Lizzie and I sat in the darkened cinema holding sticky hands until the film finished, then started again, before we eventually came to our senses and walked stiffly to the car and home.
We fucked for hours that night, reliving every little detail of our encounter, over and over, the story growing in the telling each time in line with our passion for each other.
We have never been back to that cinema, but one thing on which we are both agreed – this is the start.
(More romantic. First time writing a story)
“Do you like ice cream?”
“Of course I like ice cream. Who doesn’t like ice cream?”
“But it’s the middle of November.”
“That’s never stopped me before.”
“Alright I’ll pick you up at seven.”
Just like that, it was set. I had a date. But it wasn’t really a date; it was a semi-date. How do I explain this? Well you see, there’s this guy and I really liked him and he really liked me, but it wasn’t a date, we were just friends. How could we be anything more with me living in Georgia and him living all the way in Alabama?
So anyways, it’s a nippy Saturday night and I had just arrived at my aunt’s house down in Alabama.
“Oh hi it’s been forever.”
“Wow look how bog you’ve gotten.”
“How’s school going?”
“What college do you want to attend?”
Oh the joys of family. I was already scheming up my escape plan in my head. The fact that my mom was willing to assist me on my journey kind of helped too, you know.
“Oh yeah me and Alz are just going to the mall for a couple of hours.”
Works like a charm.
We arrive at the mall and my darling mother becomes distracted by the first department store to catch her eye.
“Oh yeah mom that’s great, my friend’s here”
“Have fun sweetie!”
Oh I will. I walk to the mall entrance and in walks my “friend”. He’s dressed in his usual getup: a button down shirt, khaki pants, loafers, and those dreamy blue eyes.
“Hey, ready to go?”
“Never been readier.”
We walk out to his car and like the gentleman he is; Cole opens the car door for me. We drive over to the deserted ice cream shop and order our poison of choice.
“One scoop of vanilla, please.”
“One scoop of chocolate, please.”
You could say we’re creative people.
“Your total comes out to $5.25.”
“Here I got it”
“No Cole, it’s fine, I can pay.”
“No, it’s my treat Alz.”
How could I argue with those dazzling blue eyes looking at me? We run back to Cole’s car, holding our freezing ice creams in our freezing hands.
“Hey my hands are cold.”
“You can hold mine if you want.” He seems so serious when he’s driving. It’s the cutest look ever. He drives me around town for a while, showing me his old school and where he grew up. We reminisce on the days we first met and the trouble we got into. Good times.
It’s been about thirty minutes. We drive out to an open cul de sack with no houses. It’s quiet, except for that damn dog barking. We go out and stand outside his car for a few minutes with his arms around me, gazing up at the stars. Then we realize we’re both shivering cold and run into his back seat.
“I bought the pillows and blanket, let me grab them from the trunk real quick.”
Cole races back inside and wraps a blanket around me. He lies down on the pillows and gives me a weird look.
“What’s that look for?”
“Nothing, it’s that that you’re beautiful.” I think I just melted a little on the inside.
I lay down on top of him for a while as we embrace in blissful silence. He gently strokes my shoulder and kisses my forehead.
“You smell good.”
“Thanks, I spilled cologne on myself when I was getting ready.” Charming.
I looked up at him and our gazes met for a few second. He tiled his head down and planted his lips on my lips. We had never kissed before but boy was it magical. After he pulled away, he kissed my forehead again and then proceeded to fully kiss me. The kissing went on for a while, so did the butterflies in my stomach.
Now, I had never gone further with a guy and I saw still kind of new at all this. This is why I was taken aback when Cole grabbed my butt. As we were kissing, he occasionally reached down and playfully squeezed my ass. Then, our kissing started getting more intense. Our breaths were getting heaving, his hands were grabbing more liberally. I sat up and he followed, kissing me along the way. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and he ran his up my thighs. His fingers slowly glided their way up my legs and into my skirt. He started rubbing me for a little bit as I let out a little moan with my head rolling back. Cole put one hand on the side of my neck and kissed the other side. I could feel like lips slowly planting kisses from the top of my neck down to the bottom, from the bottom of my neck to my collarbones, from my collarbones to my breasts. The hand that was on my neck slid down to my chest and caressed my goose bumped skin while the other hand reached inside my panties. His huge fingers slipped in and they were no match for my tiny hands.
“God, you’re so tight.”
By now my moans were empowering. I felt more kisses on my neck and grabbed his shoulders, needing something to hold on to. I scratched his back like an animal while he pleased me. He lay back down and took me with him. As he continued fingering me, I couldn’t help but to move my hips up and down his fingers, making them as wet as I was. His fingers started moving faster and faster as I started moaning louder and louder. I could feel myself about to lose it. Cole started rubbing my dripping pussy and I came right then and there, letting out a huge scream with my head flowing back in pleasure.
Cole kissed me again. We cuddled again. You could say we’re friends.