True story time

[MischiefMan65]

The wife and I have the night without the kids and would love to hear / trade some true sexual experiences.

 

[MischiefMan65]

We love all kinds of experiences but especially public or mildly kinky tales.

 

[Kelleebabes]

We love all kinds of experiences but especially public or mildly kinky tales.

I was instructed to wear my black leather pencil skirt...the one with the slit up to here in the back...my sexy black under wire push up bra, which looked so provocative peeking under my thin white blouse and...a firm demand of " no panties"...I would always get this fun little tingle in my pussy when I was told to dress in a certain, how should I put it, "slutty way"...I knew my husband had plans for the evening...I never knew what lie ahead ...but, it was going to be naughty! We stopped and had a few drinks, my husband didn't drink alcohol but he always got a kick of ordering me a drink called a Panty Dropper...after a few of those you would feel all warm and fuzzy and want to do just that...Drop your panties! ..We ended up at a small seedy adult theater called the Oregon T heater ...It was sorta a creepy little place...dark and dank the only light in the lobby came from the small counter up front where a small popcorn popping machine sat half full of stale popcorn that nobody ever bought...The place was deserted except for a handful of men wandering nervously around looking over their shoulders..I felt a little out of place It seemed I was the only female in the house! My husband took me by my hand and lead me through a curtain doorway which lead to the big viewing room and down the narrow aisle only having the blue hazy light from the film to navigate by , the theatre was nearly deserted except for a few dark silhouettes off in the shadows ..we stopped about half way to the front...and I was told to count over eight seats and sit in that seat!...I did as I was instructed.The eighth seat over seemed to sit lower to the floor then all the surrounding ones ...I did what I was told and sat..I was a bit uncomfortable in that low seat in my tight leather skirt...my husband suggested for my comfort that since it was so dark.and hardly anyone around I should just pull my tight skirt up around my waist.i thought about it for a moment that would leave me bare on the bottom sitting on those old theatre seat...i didn't know if that was something I was willing to do... he again suggested that I could sit forward in the seat...so my pussy wasn't touching the bottom just my ass...he's explanation sounded logical so, I hiked my skirt up around my waist...the slit in the back made it easier to pull it up...I sat down , my husband took the seat next to me. So here I was, sitting in this nasty old porn theatre with my skirt up around my waist, with my pussy all open and exposed , sitting on the edge of my seat!...what's next? I was beginning to feel a little silly and a bit disappointed , was this it? was this our planned nasty outing?I had no sooner thought that when my husband excused his self to go to the rest room...leaving me there alone, after about 10 minutes had passed I began to wonder what had happened to him, where he was? then I felt it.....at first I thought it was just my imagination...and then I felt it again...i could swear i felt something touch the back of my foot...there it goes again..what the? what happened next was a surreal experience I'll never forget.. it felt like fingers touching my ankle..I shifted in my seat glancing back and around to see if anyone was there...no one... I felt it again...this time i could telling it was a hand...and it wrapped it's fingers around my whole ankle and now was pulling it back under the seat..the hand let go of my ankle and the fingers begun feeling up my leg... it found the fullness of my calf...gently squeezing and caressing my lower leg...the phantom hand had worked it's way up to behind my knees.I couldn’t believe this was happening!where was this hand coming from? and, where was my husband?..I sat there a good 5 minutes allowing this ...this mystery hand .to touch and stroke my leg...the fingers were working their way up...I found myself slightly spreading my legs apart...the hand and fingers were now caressing my inner thigh..I caught myself enjoying the light circling motions the fingers were making...with the feelings of anticipation. and disbelief
i found myself sliding forward in my seat..I found that my pussy ,which was beginning to tingle and get moist,and was actually beginning to ache have pangs of pleasure and wanted to be touched more !I actually spread my legs open wider and move as far forward as I could so the fingers could find the spot it was searching for...they pulled gently on my soft bush and begin honing in , circling and gently pulling...omg...what was happening...my pussy was beginning to get dripping wet...my desire made my cunt slippery wet ohhh the fingers reacted like they had a mind of their own...i could feel them pause and tremble as they touched my open pussy ...and pinched my hard clit between the thumb and forefinger...ohhhh my god i pushed my cunt against the hand..rocking against it ...my pussy was so wet...i couldn't push hard enough it felt so good...the fingers plunged deep inside my wet pussy...the hand pushed the fingers probed ...the fingers closed to a fist...and now I was being fist fucked ohhh my mind was racing , I thought this has got to .somehow be husband fist fucking me right now...mmmm just as my eyes were closing and the orgasm was washing over me...I caught a glimpse of my husband sitting down in his seat next to me...i was too far in to the act to stop...i was having one the most intense orgasm I've ever had,,,I had someone's fist in my pussy...and the thought out that was putting me over the edge....i had to control my body...it was trembling and I didn't know what to do...and then the fist was gone...I was sitting there left with my legs spread wide ...pussy dripping wet ...feeling weak and confused...my husband leaned over and whispered and told me that I looked flushed and asked me if I was alright...I told him never better but that I was tired and wanted to go home...I gather myself and we when to leave..I gather myself as best I could and fix my clothing.we were heading out through the lobby...We passed a gentleman that has standing leaning up against the counter ...I noticed he had a very odd grin on his face...as we passed him ...he whispered something to me ...I looked back at him, ...he was licking his fingers and smiling...and what he whispered was...Thank you. you taste delicious...
true story...turns out this was a very old building ...Portland has an old history of being a shanghai port town, and that many old building used to be opium dens, brothels, and taverns that had trap doors under the floors to shanghai men and force them to be sailors on the ships ...this was one of those old buildings that been turn in to a theatre and the "trap doors " in the floor modified for nasty pleasures...my husband knew the owner...they sure got me...fisted