KK and I've had numerous adult theatre, and adult bookstore encounters. This is the story of one of our more memorable visits to a well-known ABS/theatre in the Dallas-Fort Worth area - it is in two parts here because of the length:
Sometimes KK has an almost uncontrollable lust for strange cock, the desire to experience the thrill of being the center of attention in a group of random men. KK will talk about feeling depraved, a word she has over time adapted as a label signaling she's in need of less traditional sexual attention, from gang-bangs or group sex to kink of one sort or another.
We happened to be on a business trip to Dallas during one of those needy, greedy periods. KK was feeling the urge from the time we got in the SUV to make the trip until work-related stuff wound down on Friday.
When we started the trip, KK's opener was, "I'm deprived, and I'm depraved, such a naughty, nasty way to be baby. Can you help me get over it?"
I told her that as soon as we finished our business, I'd help her deal with those naughty feelings. During the drive, we enjoyed a long-running dirty talk session, while KK masturbated herself to orgasm several times. Fortunately we only had one day of meetings to deal with, all concentrated on a Friday.
When I picked her up from her last meeting, KK said, “I need some strange baby… are you up for a little fun?”
I had no idea what KK had in mind, because we hadn’t been recruiting an encounter partner for this trip in advance.
KK said, “There’s this place I want you to take me, over by the airport, OK? Maybe let’s have an early dinner, then I’ll get ready at the hotel, you can take me out, and help me find some hot cocks to play with…”
Filled with anticipation, we hurried through dinner, then headed for the hotel so that KK could get ready. She showered by herself, when she was finished, KK turned the bathroom over to me.
KK was emphatic, “Hurry up and shower while I decide what to wear.”
I rushed through my shower, drying off in the bathroom. When I stepped back into the bedroom, KK was standing on display, and said, “Well, what do you think?”
My wife had her “raincoat” on. Untying the sash, letting the coat fall open, KK exposed herself to me. My cock got rock hard just looking at her.
KK’s outfit for the evening was simple and sexy - black thigh-high, stay up stockings, heels, and a black lace décolleté bra, over which she wore the wrap-style long coat. I think it is a sort of raincoat, but the fabric is lighter, and it has a kind of velour texture. It makes an ideal encounter garment, because it doesn’t have a zipper or buttons, just a sash, about knee length. In cooler weather, she sometimes wears this in lieu of a dress for screening encounters. KK can arrange it to show as little, or as much as she feels appropriate for the situation, it comes off easily, and she can get it back on quickly, if we get intruded upon during a screening encounter. It is also washable, so it doesn’t get cum-stained from the inevitable blast that sometimes occurs.
KK wrapped the coat closed, tied the sash, adjusting it so that her cleavage was nicely exposed, then she bent down and smoothed her stockings from the ankles up, flashing me her bare pussy at the very end.
I asked her what she had in mind, and KK said, “There’s this place over by the airport - I wanted to go there last time I was here for that conference, but I didn’t have time. I didn’t really want to go all by myself. I feel very, very naughty. I want you to take me there where I can have a little fun.”
I managed to get dressed, commenting, “We don’t have any condoms…”
KK said, “We can get some where we’re going - Becky told me all about it. Just get ready and let’s go!”
I wanted to hear more about the Becky thing (one of KK's friends) but I didn't press on it, due to the seeming urgency KK had about her.
KK was clearly in the mood, in a rush, so I got myself dressed in a flash, then we left the hotel. As we were exiting the hotel parking garage, I asked, “Where exactly by the airport are we going?”
KK said, “Just drive over there like toward Love Field and Mockingbird, but go the other way from the airport.”
KK is terrible with directions, but I got the gist of her target's general location.
Before we got on the freeway, KK had me pull into a liquor store, asking for a little bottle of Bombay Sapphire - “The place has a bar for set-ups, but no booze. I want a cocktail before taking cock in my tail, OK?”
KK's little joke made my cock throb, with the thought of some strange cock sliding into her ass.
I parked, went inside, found KK's beverage of choice, paid, then got back into the SUV with the little brown bag. I handed it to KK, she took it out of the paper sack, putting the small bottle into her purse.
Dallas traffic was as usual, terrible, and the weather was on the shit side of things too, but it did give KK the opportunity to diddle herself the entire drive - the SUV had the musky scent of an aroused pussy by the time I hit the freeway exit, making the turn onto Mockingbird.
We drove maybe two or three blocks before KK said, “There it is! I’m so excited!”
I asked, “How again do you know about this place?”
With an annoyed, emphatic tone KK said, “Remember I already told you - Becky went here and had fun. That’s how I know. Now just park and lets go in!”
The sign out front was sort of garish, “Xposed 24 HR ADULT THEATER MEGASTORE” in black on a deep red background. The place was a commercial-looking building with some trashy, poorly maintained fencing out front, some crepe-myrtle that was mostly dead, with parking on the front and side. The front parking was full, so I parked to the side, we got out and walked in.
After we got into the building, KK said, “Dammit! I forgot my purse. Shit. I wanted a cocktail…”
I said, “I’ll go get it for you.”
KK’s reply was quick, “No. Just figure out what’s the deal, and let’s go have some fun. I can have a drink later. I need some attention more than a drink."
Skipping all the unimportant details, the place’s front-end was the standard adult bookstore/novelty operation - I paid the couple’s admission fee, and the clerk managed to stop yapping on his cell phone long enough to buzz KK in.
KK said, “Find me inside baby - get some rubbers, OK?" then stepped through the door into the theater. I got out another wad of cash, bought a dozen condoms, then the clerk buzzed me in.
After passing a few empty party rooms, I found the theater section.
I spotted KK after a minute or so, already entertaining herself. It was dimly lit, and looked kind of like it was being remodeled. There was one row of theater-style seats in the center section, a big faux leather couch near the front, and a smaller one to the side. KK was on the front couch, her coat open, legs spread, with a guy was between her knees, eating KK's pussy. There was another guy on the couch next to her. KK was stroking his cock through his open fly. I didn’t pay much attention to the porn on the big screen, it was some chick being gang-banged, but pretty uninteresting compared to the erotic scene of my wife getting eaten out and jacking a stranger.
I took a seat on the end of the row, where I could kind of keep an eye on things, but not be in the way. The whole row of seats was wobbly, like it wasn’t bolted down to the floor. Once I got used to that, I watched the action. KK had her first orgasm after about five minutes of being licked, then the guy stood up, intending to shove his cock into her wet hole.
KK said, “Condom first, OK?”
They guy said, “I don’t have one…”
I responded by tearing one of the condoms off the strip I’d purchased, and tossed one to her.
KK said, “Here, cover it up, and fuck me.”
The guy she had been stroking moved to get a better view, yanking his own cock, while Mr. Pussy-Eater donned the condom, pushing his covered meat into KK, thrusting, fucking her. The guy didn’t last twenty strokes, before he started grunting loudly and cumming. The other dude sprayed his load, which blasted onto my wife’s tits and bra.
In the intervening time, two more guys had come into the theater, watching the tail end of the action. The first two guys moved off, then the next two got invited to sit next to KK.
KK patted the couch seat, saying, “Let’s see what you’ve got for me!”
The two men took a seat on either side of my wife, got their pants open, and cocks out. KK started fondling them while they explored her pussy with their fingers - both guys were fingering her at the same time, which had her wiggling with delight. They managed to make her cum, after a few minutes of rough fingering.
In the momentary pause after KK’s orgasm, she got up, took off her coat, tossing it to me. I could see she was beginning to get that lost sort of look, that I sometimes think of as crazed little fuck-doll.
Sometimes KK has an almost uncontrollable lust for strange cock, the desire to experience the thrill of being the center of attention in a group of random men. KK will talk about feeling depraved, a word she has over time adapted as a label signaling she's in need of less traditional sexual attention, from gang-bangs or group sex to kink of one sort or another.
We happened to be on a business trip to Dallas during one of those needy, greedy periods. KK was feeling the urge from the time we got in the SUV to make the trip until work-related stuff wound down on Friday.
When we started the trip, KK's opener was, "I'm deprived, and I'm depraved, such a naughty, nasty way to be baby. Can you help me get over it?"
I told her that as soon as we finished our business, I'd help her deal with those naughty feelings. During the drive, we enjoyed a long-running dirty talk session, while KK masturbated herself to orgasm several times. Fortunately we only had one day of meetings to deal with, all concentrated on a Friday.
When I picked her up from her last meeting, KK said, “I need some strange baby… are you up for a little fun?”
I had no idea what KK had in mind, because we hadn’t been recruiting an encounter partner for this trip in advance.
KK said, “There’s this place I want you to take me, over by the airport, OK? Maybe let’s have an early dinner, then I’ll get ready at the hotel, you can take me out, and help me find some hot cocks to play with…”
Filled with anticipation, we hurried through dinner, then headed for the hotel so that KK could get ready. She showered by herself, when she was finished, KK turned the bathroom over to me.
KK was emphatic, “Hurry up and shower while I decide what to wear.”
I rushed through my shower, drying off in the bathroom. When I stepped back into the bedroom, KK was standing on display, and said, “Well, what do you think?”
My wife had her “raincoat” on. Untying the sash, letting the coat fall open, KK exposed herself to me. My cock got rock hard just looking at her.
KK’s outfit for the evening was simple and sexy - black thigh-high, stay up stockings, heels, and a black lace décolleté bra, over which she wore the wrap-style long coat. I think it is a sort of raincoat, but the fabric is lighter, and it has a kind of velour texture. It makes an ideal encounter garment, because it doesn’t have a zipper or buttons, just a sash, about knee length. In cooler weather, she sometimes wears this in lieu of a dress for screening encounters. KK can arrange it to show as little, or as much as she feels appropriate for the situation, it comes off easily, and she can get it back on quickly, if we get intruded upon during a screening encounter. It is also washable, so it doesn’t get cum-stained from the inevitable blast that sometimes occurs.
KK wrapped the coat closed, tied the sash, adjusting it so that her cleavage was nicely exposed, then she bent down and smoothed her stockings from the ankles up, flashing me her bare pussy at the very end.
I asked her what she had in mind, and KK said, “There’s this place over by the airport - I wanted to go there last time I was here for that conference, but I didn’t have time. I didn’t really want to go all by myself. I feel very, very naughty. I want you to take me there where I can have a little fun.”
I managed to get dressed, commenting, “We don’t have any condoms…”
KK said, “We can get some where we’re going - Becky told me all about it. Just get ready and let’s go!”
I wanted to hear more about the Becky thing (one of KK's friends) but I didn't press on it, due to the seeming urgency KK had about her.
KK was clearly in the mood, in a rush, so I got myself dressed in a flash, then we left the hotel. As we were exiting the hotel parking garage, I asked, “Where exactly by the airport are we going?”
KK said, “Just drive over there like toward Love Field and Mockingbird, but go the other way from the airport.”
KK is terrible with directions, but I got the gist of her target's general location.
Before we got on the freeway, KK had me pull into a liquor store, asking for a little bottle of Bombay Sapphire - “The place has a bar for set-ups, but no booze. I want a cocktail before taking cock in my tail, OK?”
KK's little joke made my cock throb, with the thought of some strange cock sliding into her ass.
I parked, went inside, found KK's beverage of choice, paid, then got back into the SUV with the little brown bag. I handed it to KK, she took it out of the paper sack, putting the small bottle into her purse.
Dallas traffic was as usual, terrible, and the weather was on the shit side of things too, but it did give KK the opportunity to diddle herself the entire drive - the SUV had the musky scent of an aroused pussy by the time I hit the freeway exit, making the turn onto Mockingbird.
We drove maybe two or three blocks before KK said, “There it is! I’m so excited!”
I asked, “How again do you know about this place?”
With an annoyed, emphatic tone KK said, “Remember I already told you - Becky went here and had fun. That’s how I know. Now just park and lets go in!”
The sign out front was sort of garish, “Xposed 24 HR ADULT THEATER MEGASTORE” in black on a deep red background. The place was a commercial-looking building with some trashy, poorly maintained fencing out front, some crepe-myrtle that was mostly dead, with parking on the front and side. The front parking was full, so I parked to the side, we got out and walked in.
After we got into the building, KK said, “Dammit! I forgot my purse. Shit. I wanted a cocktail…”
I said, “I’ll go get it for you.”
KK’s reply was quick, “No. Just figure out what’s the deal, and let’s go have some fun. I can have a drink later. I need some attention more than a drink."
Skipping all the unimportant details, the place’s front-end was the standard adult bookstore/novelty operation - I paid the couple’s admission fee, and the clerk managed to stop yapping on his cell phone long enough to buzz KK in.
KK said, “Find me inside baby - get some rubbers, OK?" then stepped through the door into the theater. I got out another wad of cash, bought a dozen condoms, then the clerk buzzed me in.
After passing a few empty party rooms, I found the theater section.
I spotted KK after a minute or so, already entertaining herself. It was dimly lit, and looked kind of like it was being remodeled. There was one row of theater-style seats in the center section, a big faux leather couch near the front, and a smaller one to the side. KK was on the front couch, her coat open, legs spread, with a guy was between her knees, eating KK's pussy. There was another guy on the couch next to her. KK was stroking his cock through his open fly. I didn’t pay much attention to the porn on the big screen, it was some chick being gang-banged, but pretty uninteresting compared to the erotic scene of my wife getting eaten out and jacking a stranger.
I took a seat on the end of the row, where I could kind of keep an eye on things, but not be in the way. The whole row of seats was wobbly, like it wasn’t bolted down to the floor. Once I got used to that, I watched the action. KK had her first orgasm after about five minutes of being licked, then the guy stood up, intending to shove his cock into her wet hole.
KK said, “Condom first, OK?”
They guy said, “I don’t have one…”
I responded by tearing one of the condoms off the strip I’d purchased, and tossed one to her.
KK said, “Here, cover it up, and fuck me.”
The guy she had been stroking moved to get a better view, yanking his own cock, while Mr. Pussy-Eater donned the condom, pushing his covered meat into KK, thrusting, fucking her. The guy didn’t last twenty strokes, before he started grunting loudly and cumming. The other dude sprayed his load, which blasted onto my wife’s tits and bra.
In the intervening time, two more guys had come into the theater, watching the tail end of the action. The first two guys moved off, then the next two got invited to sit next to KK.
KK patted the couch seat, saying, “Let’s see what you’ve got for me!”
The two men took a seat on either side of my wife, got their pants open, and cocks out. KK started fondling them while they explored her pussy with their fingers - both guys were fingering her at the same time, which had her wiggling with delight. They managed to make her cum, after a few minutes of rough fingering.
In the momentary pause after KK’s orgasm, she got up, took off her coat, tossing it to me. I could see she was beginning to get that lost sort of look, that I sometimes think of as crazed little fuck-doll.
