This letter is about a sexy time my wife and I had together years ago in Dallas.

We often went to the big city from time to time to have the kind of fun not possible where we lived.

One evening we decided to go to a theater to see a porn flick. In preparation for our evening of fun, my wife wore only her black leather coat and black boots. The theater was less than half full — mostly middle-aged men and a few women. We went down front and took seats in the third row. There was a cluster of guys in the vicinity, but the seats directly in front of us were empty.

As the action onscreen began to heat up, so did we. I slipped my hand inside my wife’s coat and played with her tits. She took a deep breath, squirmed a bit, and opened the coat to allow easier access. Soon she opened it far enough so her breasts were on full view to anyone who cared to look. Several of the guys sitting around us began to find their attention distracted from the screen. I continued the breast work while also stroking her legs. She opened them to allow my hand to reach the inside of her thighs, all the way up to her pussy, which by now was warm and wet.

By this time the guys sitting directly next to and behind us were well aware of what was happening. The guy next to my wife even had out his cock, probably hoping she would touch it. My wife reached over and massaged my cock through my trousers. I was massaging her clit, gently at first, then more insistently. Soon, with all the attention, she cried out and jerked convulsively with a huge orgasm. Then she slipped out of the coat entirely, got to her knees between my legs, and pulled at my zipper. I needed no further encouragement to let my cock out of its confinement, and my wife began sucking it (she’s always been an enthusiastic and expert cocksucker).

When she had sucked me to my full length, she stood up, kissed me, and said, “Fuck me.” She turned around and leaned over the seat in front, presenting her magnificent ass. I stood, dropped my trousers, and, with a dozen pairs of eyes watching, plunged my cock into her dripping cunt. I pulled it out and plunged it in, over and over, faster and faster. We had the full attention of everyone in the theater. Soon she came again, calling out in ecstasy. Moments later I exploded inside her. I held myself in her for several seconds to allow my cock to finish pulsing before I withdrew.

She straightened up, turned around, and we embraced. We dressed and were ready to leave. As we moved out into the aisle my wife stopped, shrugged out of her coat one more time, handed it to me, posed briefly for the guys in our section of the theater, waved and smiled, and then marched — still naked — up the aisle. She did not don her coat again until we were in the lobby. Excited applause from our fans followed us out of the theater.

That was almost 20 years ago, but I still remember that night clearly. So does my wife. We did the same thing several more times in other places, but have never achieved quite the excitement of the first time.