It had been a lovely evening so far. We dined in a small Italian restaurant downtown; the food was delicious, the wine was smooth, the atmosphere was romantic, and my wife looked ravishing in her red sundress, smoke-coloured stockings, and black stiletto mules. She always went out of her way to look her best on nights like this, knowing how much I appreciated her efforts, and tonight was no different. I loved how she looked, how classy and sexy she was, with a personality that complemented her look, or was it vice versa?
After leaving the restaurant, we decided to go for a short walk on this balmy night. Whilst walking arm in arm in the city mall and discussing the current fashion trends displayed in the shop windows, a neon sign above a door caught my eye in a side street. At first, I ignored it, but then I had a naughty thought, and the little devil in my head urged me to follow through with it as I began to get excited.
"I haven't been to one of those in decades. How about it, Baby?" I said, pointing towards the sign.
She looked at me first, then in the direction I was looking and pointing.
"You cannot be serious," she said, looking at me, showing dismay on her face this time.
"But I am. I haven't been in one since, since my early twenties, and I'm curious if anything has changed. Let's just find out."
"You want to watch a porn movie?" she asked.
"No, not really. I just want to make out with you in the back rows of the cinema," I said, grinning.
"You are unbelievable," she said, but she did not object when I led her towards the entrance.
"When was the last time you made out in an adult cinema?" I asked her, grinning, happy she had not objected but willingly walked with me towards the cinema.
"Never. How about you, Babe?"
"Oh, I am a virgin too. This will be my first time," I said, entering the dimly lit foyer.
My first impression was that nothing had changed in the last couple of decades, apart from maybe some upgrades to the furniture, but basically, it looked the same to me. Even the young man behind the counter, from whom we bought our tickets, looked just as bored as the attendants back in my younger days until he looked up after hearing the heels of my wife on the tiles click-clack as we approached him. Instantly, there was a glint of excitement in his eyes as he watched her like she was the only thing in existence. He even took my money and passed me the tickets without just once looking at me. I could do nothing but smile at his sudden fixation on her.
The movie was already in full swing when we entered the theatre, but it didn't really matter. We weren't there to watch a film from beginning to end, which we could have done at home on the internet if we desired. We sat in the middle of one of the last rows, and as far as I could see in the light of the movie screen, not many patrons were about, noting that nothing had changed there either. I lifted the armrest between us and put my left arm around her. She snuggled into me, her head on my shoulder.
"This is nice," she whispered.
"Yes, Baby."
After watching the action on the screen for a while, I began to kiss her head and hair. She looked at me with her bright eyes shining in the light of the movie screen, and I just had to kiss her. Our lips met tentatively while my hand found her thigh, gently stroking it over her dress, and when I could feel the clasp of her suspender holding her stocking up, a shot of blood rushed into my cock. I loved when she wore stockings, for I had always thought they were sexy, feminine and a turn-on.
By now, our tongues swirled around each other while the sounds of a young woman aroused by her female friend on the screen echoed in the theatre. My hand found the hem of her short dress; I could feel the sensual touch of her nylon under my fingers, her stocking top, her smooth skin, and finally, her bare pussy. I broke the kiss, and looking at the screen, I whispered into her ear.
"Look at them and just imagine she is licking your pussy, Baby," I said while gently pressing and rolling my finger on her clit.
