My first night at the “theaters” [F] [Group]

Prologue: https://imgur.com/a/QnA98KW

I shared a bit about my slutty adventures recently in another sub, but what I didn’t talk about was the effect they’ve had on my relationship with my boyfriend. I think we were both surprised by how much we loved it, and it wasn’t long at all before I was inviting him to join in.

Our relationship has evolved over time into a very intense Dom/sub dynamic, and we both got off on the idea of including that in my fun with other people. I wanted him to pass me around a table like a party favor, he wanted to send me out to fuck a guy of his choice while he was at work—the dirty fantasies came a mile a minute. I may be bragging a little when I say our sex life has never been hotter.

On Saturday afternoon he sent me a text telling me to wear a specific dress for our date that night: a black sleeveless number with a front zipper that goes all the way down. That alone was enough to get me going, because we’ve been coming to refer to it as my “whoring dress” since it’s the dress I wear when I’m meeting a guy and hoping for a little public play. Clearly he had some plans for me that evening, so I figured I might as well not bother wearing underwear.

When I got to his place, he wasn’t quite ready to go yet, so I waited, jittery with anticipation, as he ironed a shirt and kept giving me devilish little glances that let me know he was up to no good. He took a quick break in the middle to tell me to suck his cock a little, so by the time we went out the door, I was already so wet I was dripping. It was going to be a long night.

We went out for a drink at a nice dim bar, and had some pleasant conversation while he occasionally gave me a discreet grope or nipple pinch. He asked me to tell him about my most recent hookup, which I gladly did, while lamenting the fact we hadn’t managed to score a secluded booth where he could get his hands on me a little more.

When I’d finished my drink, he told me his plan for the evening: he wanted to take me to a sleazy porn store with an adult “arcade” and see if we could find some action. I’d never been to one before—in fact, before this conversation, I didn’t even know what sort of things went on there—and I was immediately on board for a new experience. We paid our tab and away we went.

I was nervous as hell when we got there because I was out of my element—I’m not great at navigating unfamiliar social situations, and I definitely would never have gone to a place like this if I didn’t have someone who could show me the ropes. I hadn’t brought any condoms since I hadn’t known what I was in for, so my boyfriend asked for some, nodded to me, and said, “If you want to get fucked tonight, pay the man.”

We slipped into the dark theater and took a seat on a couch at the back. Porn was playing on the big screen in front—pretty tacky stuff, in my opinion, and not at all what gets my engines running, but I was already pretty worked up—and there were a handful of guys scattered through the room, though it was dark enough I could only really see the shapes of them. I couldn’t help but notice at least one guy had followed us back there, and I was feeling just a little bit like a sheep walking into the wolf’s den.

After giving me a minute to settle down, my boyfriend told me to spread my legs. I did, and he slid his hand between my legs. He started fingering me and playing with my clit, and the effect on the room was instant. Heads turned. Guys shifted in their seats. The ones who were standing shuffled a little closer. I was terrified, but not of them—for some reason, I still had it in my head that someone was about to come by and shout, “Hey, what the hell? You can’t do that here!” But I let my boyfriend take the lead and put my trust in him.

“Spread wider,” he said, and I did, draping one leg over his lap. He hiked up my skirt to put me on display, and the crowd began to gather like sharks circling their prey. Some were just watching, and some had their dicks out already; I could see the rhythmic motion as they stroked themselves, the porn on the screen forgotten in favor of the live show in front of them. My boyfriend told me to unzip my dress, and he spread it wide open when I did. I was completely exposed.

Honestly, at this point it goes a little fuzzy. I was so lost in the excitement that I can’t recall what order things happened in, so I’ll have to just list the things I remember without much regard for the timeline.

My boyfriend asked a guy if he wanted me to suck his dick. The guy came forward, and I did as I was told, taking him as deep as I could. My boyfriend made sure everyone knew they couldn’t come in my mouth—sorry if you’re here for cum-swallowing stories, because that’s a hard limit for me—but they were free to fuck my face if they wanted. When I was done, he told me to thank the man. “Thank you for letting me suck your cock,” I said, totally breathless.

It was such a huge turn-on the way my boyfriend took charge of the room and of me. He never stopped touching me, never stopped reassuring me that he was right there, even as he was asking a room full of strangers, “Who wants to fuck her next?” He watched me carefully and listened for any signs of distress, and any time I started feeling overwhelmed, he’d say we were taking a break. He would hold me and stroke my face and ask me if I wanted to keep going, and let me rest until I said I was ready. Then he was in charge again.

I didn’t even notice this happening at the time, but my boyfriend told me later that sometimes he would get a condom and just set it out on my ass for whoever wanted to take a turn next. I never looked at any of their faces, didn’t even see most of their bodies, didn’t count how many cocks I took. I couldn’t tell when one guy stopped fucking me and another started. There could have been one, there could have been a dozen. Actually, scratch that—we only bought six condoms, so I guess there couldn’t have been more than six. (I’m allergic to latex, so nobody was allowed to use their own.)

My very favorite moment, the one I’ll be keeping in the spank bank for a long time, was when I was on my hands and knees across my boyfriend’s lap, one cock in my mouth and another in my cunt while he held me and stroked my back and told me what a good job I was doing taking those cocks. When my neck started to ache, he let me stop sucking, and I just looked into his eyes while he smiled at me and kept on holding me to remind me he was keeping me safe. I will never forget that look on his face.

He could tell when I‘d had enough, and he let the crowd know in no uncertain terms that we were done. The sharks slowly swam away into the deep, and he helped me compose myself, zip my dress back up, and walk out of the store with wobbly legs and a huge smile on my face.

The night might have ended here, but both of us are prone to getting carried away, and I’m completely insatiable. He’d arranged a hookup with a couple with a cuckquean fantasy, but when he texted to say we’d arrived, they backed out—seemed like they’d ended up having a fight, unfortunately. We’d been talking about our adventures the whole way there, and I was horny as hell again. “Well,” my boyfriend asked, “want to go to another theater?”

This story is already getting long, and the second place was much like the first, so I won’t go into much detail here. Once again, my boyfriend took charge, and once again, I loved it. He started off by telling me to pick a cock to suck, and I picked the biggest one I saw partly because it’d be fun, and partly because my cunt was starting to wear out, so I hoped it would take that one off the guest list. I’m not sure if it did. Maybe I’ll ask him.

When my boyfriend announced the party was over, someone asked him, “Aren’t you going to fuck her?” He looked me over and grinned a wicked grin, the one I can’t get enough of.

“Oh, I’ll fuck her when we get home.”

And that’s exactly what he did.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/9jyf9h/my_first_night_at_the_theaters_f_group