What a tease she is, my wife! Jill just loves to tantalize men, crossing her legs to expose a glimpse of panties, or wearing blouses with large, cutout armholes, braless, so that the underside of her breast can be observed when she moves a certain way. We discuss it while lying in bed together sometimes, and I must admit that I’ve encouraged her. I find it incredibly exciting to observe other men seeing those “private parts” of my wife’s body, and our little whispered pep sessions between the sheets give Jill additional fuel for her exhibitionistic fires.

For a long time I’ve been fascinated by adult films, and perhaps that was one reason I carefully nurtured Jill’s show-off fantasies. Naturally [’m partial, but I think Jill looks like one of my favorite adult-film stars. Although it’s hard for me to admit, I’m always masturbating while watching these films in the local adult theater. Once something happened there that I’ II never forget. A man brought his wife to the theater. and he allowed other men to fondle her while he watched. I wondered if Jill would agree to doing the same thing, so, in trepidation, I proposed it to her.

“You mean, let complete strangers put their hands inside my blouse and play with me, even touch my pussy, while you watch and jerk off?” she asked.

I told her that of course she didn’t have to do it, but that it would be incredibly exciting for me if she would. I explained that l ’d seen it once at the theater and that it would be very erotic.

“Sounds hot,” she said. Then, as she considered it further, she seemed to get as excited about the idea as I was; and, finally, she agreed to try it. I was ecstatic, and we made plans to go to the theater the next day. The forecast was for a cold, rainy afternoon, and from experience I knew that this would ensure a good crowd of horny moviegoers.

The next day, as we were getting ready to go, Jill asked me what she should wear. “How about a short wraparound skirt and tank top?” I suggested. “And no bra, darling, okay?”

“You are a horny bastard, aren’t you, Robert?” Jill laughed. “And luckily for you, you’re married to a wife as nasty as yourself!”

When we entered the theater, we walked halfway down the aisle before we realized that it was too dark to see anything. All around us we could hear the sounds of men stroking themselves, and on the screen a beautiful brunette was allowing two men to make love to her at once, one in her cunt and one in her mouth.

“Oh, Robert, just seeing that makes me wet,” Jill said, loud enough to be heard in the rows nearest us. I knew that the men around us were all hoping and praying that Jill would sit near them. As our eyes became accustomed to the darkness, Jill moved into an aisle, leaning over to feel whether the seats were vacant or not. I heard a strangled moan, followed by Jill’s “Oh! Excuse me!” as she sat down.

“What happened?” I asked.

“I think I accidentally interrupted something,” she whispered, giggling. Apparently, when she had reached down she discovered a bare cock with a fist around it, both of which belonged to the man she was now sitting beside.

We settled back to watch the movie, and I heard the expected flurry of men moving quickly to sit behind and in front of Jill. The code in these adult theaters is similar to that in a men’s room. One rarely speaks to another patron. Instead, contact is visual, and sometimes physical. Gazes ask and answer unspoken questions. A stare says, “Show me yours and I’ll show you mine” or “May I sit next to you?” Sometimes a hand slowly gasps a neighboring thigh or cock, generally with a silent, reciprocating gesture by way of reply. Mutual orgasms are achieved without a word ever being spoken.

I wondered whether it would work the same way with Jill. Clearly she was excited, and, just as clearly, so was the man next to her. When we first sat down, he covered himself with his shirttail, but as Jill became more excited, her wraparound skirt began to fall open. Casually she reached down and opened it further, allowing the man next to her and the men in front of us to catch glimpses of her panties.

“Oh, darling, I’m so fucking wet,” she whispered to me. “I think he’s moving his hand on his cock again. Should I encourage him? Would you like to watch him touching me?”

“Yes,” I whispered, unbuckling my belt and unzipping my pants. I took out my already erect cock, reached into my pocket, got out a small jar of Vaseline, coated my fingers and began masturbating.

“Oh, Robert,” Jill moaned, opening her skirt completely and spreading her legs, allowing the men around us to see her crotch. “Oh yes,” she hissed, openly rubbing her cunt for her horny audience.

“Fuck,” the man next to her gasped and exposed his hard cock and his hand sliding up and down it in time with the movements of Jill’s fingers.

I felt the warm breath of the man behind me and turned to see him leaning forward, looking over Jill’s shoulder and watching her masturbate. When he realized I was staring at him, he quickly sat back in his seat.

“Touch her,” I whispered. He looked up. “Touch her. Reach inside her blouse and fondle her,” I said in a trembling voice. I was so hot my teeth were chatter ing, and I knew that I would come several times that afternoon.

Quickly the man reached down and began squeezing Jill’s tits. Jill moaned and allowed the guy next to her to place a tentative hand on the bare flesh of her thigh. When she didn’t try to stop him, he moved his hand higher, until his fingers touched hers. With a groan, she lifted herself up off the seat and wiggled out of her panties, allowing him to see and feel her baby-smooth bare cunt. The juices from it were smeared over her lips, and he immediately inserted two fingers in her. When I saw that, I began spurting come instantly, fighting to keep my eyes open as waves of pleasure racked my body.

Jill saw me coming and came again herself while she let the man next to her and the guy behind her do whatever they wished. I watched as the man next to her took her hand and wrapped her fingers around his pulsating cock. She turned her gaze on me, silently asking me whether it was okay. I smiled and nodded my approval. I was amazed that my cock hadn’t softened even though I’d come. I knew I could come again if Jill kept up her erotic activities.

Our eyes met as she stroked the hard cock beside her to the rhythm of the fingering she was receiving from the guy she was jerking off. The men in front of us were now staring openly at Jill as they masturbated. All around us the sounds and smells of sex pervaded our senses, driving both of us mad with desire. I couldn’t believe my yuppie, country-club wife was sitting there practically nude and allowing strange men to fondle her and use her for their sexual excitement. And enjoying every minute of it.

The guy Jill was masturbating came, then quickly got up and left. Immediately one of the men sitting behind us climbed over the seat to replace him. As soon as he sat down, he took out his hard cock and pointed it at Jill, lifting himself off the seat slightly, urging her to touch it.

Jill looked at me, trembled slightly, leaned over and kissed me, and asked me whether I would mind. “Of course not,” I replied, returning her kiss and momentarily fondling her beautiful breasts.

“Thank you for this day, my darling,” she sighed and sat back in her seat next to her new admirer. He reached for her thigh, and as she had done with the previous man, she allowed him to touch her wet pussy. With a sigh she leaned toward him and encircled his cock with her hand.

“Oh, yeah, baby,” he moaned, pumping up and down between her fingers as he gently rubbed her clit.

After what seemed like an eternity but was really only a few moments, we were all coming again, together. Other men had moved in behind Jill and were touching her breasts, and two of the men in front of her were leaning over the backs of their seats lo squeeze her thighs and tits also. When she came, she cried out so forcefully that I thought everyone in the entire theater would hear her.

“Had enough for today?” I asked her. “Yes. For today,” she replied, and we quickly straightened our clothes and left. When we go! home we look a long, steaming jacuzzi bath together and discussed what we had done. Are we headed for trouble? Will our marriage be able to survive this kind of adventurous sexual activity? We believe so and plan to pursue our public-sex hankering wherever ii may lead us. We take as many precautions as we can, always insisting on the use of a condom when Jill has sex with other men.

I truly enjoy watching my wife making love to others while I masturbate. I’ve even occasionally had fantasies about some of the men she· s seduced, but so far that’s all they are: just fantasies. I’ve discussed it with Jill, and I’ve also asked whether she has ever thought about having a scene witl1 another woman. Although she seemed excited, we’re both very content to continue with our activities with other men on our occasional fun-filled trips to the movies.