This happened a bit more than 4 years ago. My late wife somehow scored free tickets to Mr. Popper’s Penguins; she was working for a radio-station conglomerate, and probably got it as part of a trade packet (the cinema company gets air time in exchange for a number of tickets).
Now, these tickets aren’t anything to sneeze at. They were for Premiere Class seating; for the equivalent of about USD50.00, you’re given a *full-size leather love-seat, complete with holders and privacy screens, feet of space between seats, and six seats in a fully-decked-out mini-theater*. You also had the rare option of either engaging the catering service or taking outside food in.. we chose the latter option, and you have *not* lived until you’ve brought in a full Chili’s food package into a theater.
We both knew the movie would suck balls (we didn’t have choice of movie, alas), but one reason why I married my wife was because she had her head screwed on the same way I did.. if you could bring in outside food, what’ll stop you from bringing in a blanket and some small pillows?
The day arrived, and we got to the theater separately and in time for the screening. I had gotten the food, while she’d gotten the accessories. Also, she’d taken the initiative and worn *nothing* underneath her work clothes. Bearing in mind that this happened in a tropical country, *any kind of arousal on her part* would have meant a lot of embarrassing questions, seeing as how we’re into thin fabric here. Needless to say, she went through the day keeping her arousal under tight control, but later told me she was so hot for action that she diddled her pussy to within an inch of cumming *whilst negotiating the traffic jam* endemic in the city we lived in.
I had the presence of mind to put my bag (with all the food in it) under the love-seat, then put up the screens while she decorated the seat with pillows and blankets. A swift glance around confirmed our suspicions; we weren’t the only ones with *that* agenda, which explained the small crowd of Ministry of Vice and Virtue enforcers hanging around. But we were surely the *only* married couple in the theater, which would at least help when they come barging in (which they have the power to do, and you couldn’t do squat about).
The movie had barely started when she leaned over and told me three things..
* She was wet, and had been all damned day.
* She was horny, especially when she caught my half-hard cock inside my pants.
* She had no underwear on, and ready to go at the drop of her pants.
And that was how *our self-produced porn movie began*.. we lost our bottoms in rapid order, my cock entered her pussy effortlessly (proof that she was more aroused than usual), scissored our legs, then put the blanket over our laps before leaning back against our respective arm rests. Bear in mind, I still had my work shirt on while she had hers *as well as her hijab on*.
We began moving against each other in short order. We loved this angle because full-length thrusting would result in the tip of my cut cock, the ridge and my shaft hitting her G-spot *hard*, repeatedly. The kids in the rest of the seats may outclass us when it comes to raw horsepower and staying power, but quality-wise we had them beat by miles.. she had started out by playing with her large-for-an-Asian breasts, but very quickly graduated to biting a knuckle, and when *that* hurt, biting a pillow as she screamed her first orgasm.. she was still a trifle loud even with half a mini-pillow stuck down her throat.
With her pussy spasming and milking my cock, I shifted position.. switching to man-on-top missionary, with lots of titty-suckling and fondling on my part as she kept biting that pillow to her second orgasm, and finally putting her ankles by my ears and plowing her deep for the mutual finish. Her face was flushed, her naked legs bright red (even through her brown skin), and (the cherry on this delicious fuck sundae)… she had high heels on. I took slight pity on her, and french-kissed her as hard as I could to allow her to scream her orgasm down into my chest cavity.
We came within a few thrusts of each other, my cum gushing into her womb the final piece that brought her so far off the top, she was still refracting when I pulled out a few moments later to clean the scene up. She helped me as she recovered, and by the time the Ministry enforcers opened the door to check on us, we were prim and proper again.. or as much as we could be after that hawt sex-ing. We stank of orgasm, but thank God they only looked in. But even that wasn’t enough as a couple was shortly thereafter escorted off the premises *in flagrante delicto*, which should have clued us in; the fucking place was ringed with cameras.
That we were providing damning video evidence of our own lewd, lascivious behavior was far from our minds as we sat down again and enjoyed dinner, quickly eaten but interlaced with us feeding each other from our packages. We then took time out to go to the restroom separately to clean up (more or less, as we knew there’d be a round 2).
The second bout occurred towards the last quarter of the (short!) movie.. we’d lost our bottoms again, and we were spooning each other under blanket cover. As the adage goes, a woman small-spooning is really asking to get fucked from behind if she so much as shifted position.. and she was bumpin’ and grindin’ against my hard-again cock. We were lovemaking again in short order, with me kissing her left cheek and lips as we bumped hips again and again.. her large, round ass was a sight to behold even under the covers, and we didn’t need to switch positions this time, as we gently rocked on that loveseat to another pillow-biting orgasm on her part, and a ninja-quiet yet strong cumblast on mine. I emptied my balls again as she erupted in her fifth orgasm of the night, pulse after pulse after pulse pushing through her rhythmically squeezing pussy to hit her O-spot with mind-blowing force. And did she blow her mind that night…
We cleaned up in time to for the lights to come on halfway through the credit roll. We left the theater after a healthy exchange of bodily fluids… straight into the enraged group of Ministry of Vice and Virtue enforcers, who’d wanted to arrest all of us *right then and there*. And here is where I fell in love with my wife all over again, as she produced with perfect aplomb from her cavernous backpack (no mean feat, and a lifesaver as I left mine at home)… our marriage/identification card.
We posed together for the biometric face scan to confirm our identities, got the customary and just-as-quickly-ignored religious sermon of the vice and consequence of public nudity and lewdness (which in this case clearly does not apply as there were plenty of privacy within each seat area, plus we had out blanket as proof that we covered up during the proceedings).. and basically got off the hawtest bit of semi-public sex in our (regrettably short) married lives with a slap on the wrist. All the other unmarried couples ended up being married off that same night, with their first night as forced-husband-and-wife spent in jail..
Anne, no matter whichever level of Heaven you’re in right now.. *please* get that loveseat ready for me, for that time I’ll join you again, together forever. And let’s ask Him for a longer movie this time.. :P
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