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Cinema
by Wife Watcher (wifwat@excite.com)

***

A wife fatasises about being gangbanged in a cinema, it 
later becomes a reality behind her hubby's back. (M+/F, 
gb, cuck)

***

Back in the 70's my husband took me to the cinema to 
see Emmanuel. Though not very explicit it was 'erotic' 
and quite sexy for the 70's. During the film my husband 
went to the toilet, he was only gone for about 10 
minutes but during that time a man sitting next to me 
started to feel my leg. Well, I just froze. I couldn't 
believe it was happening and more so the fact that I 
wasn't stopping him.

He worked his way up to my crutch and was massaging my 
clit through my panties. I was completely mesmerised, I 
was staring at the screen without seeing anything. To 
have my clit played with really turns me on but under 
these circumstances, in this illicit, forbidden way, in 
a public place with my husband about to return any 
second, it was the most thrilling, exciting few minutes 
I have ever experienced.

When he could see my husband returning, the man stopped 
playing with me, much to my annoyance he pulled my 
skirt down and left. In itself, the event hadn't been 
all that much but it fuelled a fantasy that I used for 
a long time whilst playing with myself or having sex 
with my husband, it went like this:

I would be in the city on a shopping trip and as I 
passed a 'Sex cinema' the memory of the man playing 
with me came flooding back and I had an irresistible 
urge to go into the cinema. It was a rather seedy, run 
down place. The cashier gave me a ticket and I had to 
find my own way in as there were no usherettes.

It was very dark, more so because I had just come out 
of the bright sunlight, I fumbled my way along the next 
to back row, men were standing up to let me pass and 
some of them were grabbing a quick 'feel' of my breasts 
and bottom.

I sat down with an empty seat either side of me. I was 
amazed at what was going on, on the screen, there was a 
girl having her clothes ripped off and being raped by 6 
guy's. I was so absorbed in the film that I never 
noticed that 2 men had sat either side of me. 

The first hint of their presence was when I felt their 
hands on my legs, sliding up under my skirt. Their 
fingers fumbling with my panties, trying to get their 
fingers into my cunt. They raised me up and eased my 
panties down and removed them completely, spread my 
legs and pulled me forward on the seat so that they 
could get at my pussy better. 

One guy was fucking me with his fingers while the other 
one was rubbing my clit, I was just floating along in 
sexual ecstasy when I felt hand on my shoulders, some 
one sitting in the row behind was reaching over, his 
hands found there way in to my top, into my bra and 
started to massage my breasts and nipples. What utter 
bliss, to be pampered like this. 

A noise made me open my eyes and I saw another man 
climb over the seat in front and get down between my 
legs, he knelt down and opened his zip and got his big 
cock out. The 2 guys who had been playing with my cunt, 
stopped. They lifted my legs right up over the man's 
shoulders, I was lying there, naked from the waist 
down, with my legs wide open, vulnerable, just waiting 
to be used. 

I was already juiced up because of the 2 men who had 
been manipulating my pussy, so the man between my legs 
had no trouble inserting his big dick into me. In out, 
in out, went the dick. With each thrust it went a 
little deeper until his full cock was inside of me. His 
thrusts became faster and faster as he neared his 
climax, I started to moan, louder and louder, so that 
one of the men put a hand over my mouth to keep me 
quiet but this only served to make me more and more 
excited. The man came and came, filling me full of his 
spunk.

Then another man was between my legs, his cock made 
slurping noises as it slid in and out in the first mans 
spunk. While this was going on, men sitting either side 
of me, raised my top and were sucking on my tits and a 
man in the row behind, grabbed me by the hair, pulled 
my head back and forced his cock into my mouth. 

Pretty soon I had been fuck by at least 10 men and 
sucked off about 5. I was left in a naked heap, 
drenched in spunk and covered in love bites. Completely 
used, a cheap whore who deserves to be fucked by as 
many cocks as possible. 

These are the thoughts that turn me on, that turn me 
from a respectable middle-class, housewife and mother 
to a cheap whoring slut. But only in my head, only in 
my fantasy's, that is until the day when my lust got 
too much for me and I wanted to become the girl of my 
fantasy's. I wanted to become a whoring slut who wanted 
to be used by men, by lots of men, by lots of cocks. To 
be the vessel that men could empty their spunk into.


The Reality

First of all, I needed a man, a man who could take me 
to places that were seedy. Someone who would know how 
to treat a slut but who could protect her from harm 
whilst she was being sexually used by other men but 
where to find such a person... but wait, what is that 
noise, it's the dustbin men, could this be my hero?

I went to the backdoor just as he was returning my bin, 
he was wearing jeans and a vest, it was a very hot 
summer's day and the sweat was running down his 
sunburned body. He was quite ugly, all the better for 
my humiliation fantasy, with a huge beer belly hanging 
over his belt.

"Would you like cold orange juice?" I heard myself 
saying.

"A beer would be better," he replied, wiping the sweat 
from his brow. He followed me into the kitchen and as I 
bent over to get him a beer from the refrigerator, I 
made a point of letting my housecoat fall open and 
exposing my bare breast. I could see that he had 
noticed and as I handed him the beer, he drank it in 
one gulp with one hand and grabbed me by the hair with 
the other, forced me onto my knees, opened his jeans 
and pulled out a rather gnarled looking cock that 
smelled to high heaven. I tried to pull away from him 
but he forced his cock into my mouth and with 3 short 
thrusts he had come in my mouth, zipped himself up and 
left. 

The whole episode had been crude and crass. In a 
fantasy it would probably have been great but in 
reality all it did was to make me throw up on the 
kitchen floor. No, this had to be figured out 
logically. I wanted to act out the fantasy of being 
used and degraded but it has to be in the limits of 
what I am. First I have to know that I am safe from 
real harm, I also have to know that my limits will be 
respected and most important of all, I don't mind 
people being ugly but they have to be clean. How to go 
about it?

I recalled a TV program about 'Wife Swapping.' they had 
mentioned that they met one another through a sex 
contact magazine. So after a few phone calls to book 
shops in 'Yellow Pages' I at last got the address of a 
'dirty book' shop.

I stood outside the shop for a while, trying to get the 
courage to go in. A nice respectable looking middle-
aged man smiled at me as he went into the shop. A few 
minutes later he came out and smiled at me again. I 
returned his smile and he was just about to walk off, 
when he stopped and asked if I was okay. "Well, no, not 
exactly," I replied. "Is there anything I can do to 
help?"

"I was trying to get the courage to go into the shop," 
I said laughing nervously. "Is there anything I can get 
for you?" He offered. "I was hoping to get a 'Contact' 
magazine." "Would you like to have a browse through 
mine, I've just bought the latest one." "Well I, err," 
I stammered. "There's a coffee shop across the road, 
why not join me and while I have my coffee you can read 
my book and if it's the type you want I will get you a 
copy."

So that was how I met John, I didn't know then that he 
was to become the most important person in my life, 
next to my family that is. John new all about the 'sex 
scene' he had been meeting couples for 3somes and gang 
bangs for years. When I told him about my weird and 
very strange fantasy, he thought it quite commonplace. 

He told me that a very large proportion of women had 
similar fantasy's of being used or even raped though 
they wouldn't really liked to be raped for real but 
only in a safe, controlled way. Just like the women who 
want to be used by tramps, workmen and 'down and outs' 
although their 'attacker' maybe dressed in rags he has 
to have 'clean' sexual parts. 

So John arranged for me to be ganged banged, he knew 
someone who had their own private cinema, it only had 
about 25 seats. It was arranged for me to go there on 
my own. John had assured me that he would be there to 
keep an eye on things so that they didn't get out of 
hand and I also had a password that would call a halt 
to the proceedings if I'd had enough. That way, if I 
wanted to scream and shout for help as part of my 
fantasy, no one would take any notice until I said the 
password, which in this case was 'UNCLE'.

I took a taxi to the address John had given me, I was 
wearing high heels, black fishnet stockings and 
suspender belt and a raincoat, nothing else. I rang the 
bell and the door was opened by a tall good-looking man 
in his 40's. "Yes?" he asked. I thought for a dreadful 
moment that I had come to the wrong address. "I, err I, 
err John sent me." I stammered. 

"Come in," was all he said. He closed the door behind 
me and led the way down the dimly lit hall. I was 
absolutely terrified. Had I made a mistake in coming 
here? Would I be safe? Would I be murdered? 

Panic gripped me and I was just about to turn and run 
out of the place when the man opened the door and light 
and sound from the movie spilled out into the hall. 
Somehow that managed to calm me down. This after all 
was what I was here for, to 'go to the pictures'. 

I entered and took a seat in the 2nd to back row, as my 
eyes adjusted to the light, I could see that there were 
3 men scattered about in front of me and a quick glance 
over my shoulder revealed 4 men sitting behind. A 
scream from the film drew my attention and I became 
engrossed in what was happening to the girl on screen. 
Two men were holding her down and taking turns screwing 
her. I was so absorbed in the film that I never noticed 
that 2 men had sat either side of me. The first I new 
of it was when I felt their hands on my legs. 

Then exactly as I had related my fantasy to John these 
men acted it out, right down to the men getting down 
between my legs and fucking me and fucking me until I 
was sore and soaking wet with spunk and sweat. I can 
never thank John enough for that and for the many other 
things he has arranged for me.