They’re watching me watch this movie, the couple on screen hot and heavy. I can feel the urges inside of me, begging me to give myself to everyone here.
Sometimes you’re in those relationships where you just lose track of who you are, give yourself over to your partner and become someone else. I’m in one of those relationships now and I’ve only just come to realize how much he’s been lying to me. I went to this movie theater for some peace and quiet and to think.
I didn’t know this was an adult movie theater until the film started playing, but that explains why all the men in the audience were looking at me funny. It explains why they’re still watching me, as my fingers tease achingly slowly to my most sensitive places.
I’m losing myself in this moment and finding myself in it as well. I’m learning what I want and what I need, and right now that’s all of them.
All of them all at once. Surrounding me and feeling me. Pushing me and pushing my limits and I’m loving every minute of it.
It feels so good to give in.
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I needed revenge. I needed to be desired. I needed a taste of my own pleasure for my own sake with nothing but me as the focus.
And I was surrounded by ready and willing men.
They couldn’t keep their eyes off of me, they wanted me and I wanted to be wanted.
I looked around the theater and saw that almost none of them were staring at the screen. Almost none of them were watching the movie they were witnessing the beautiful and elegant woman sitting in their midst, seeing what I would do.
And some of them, some of them had one hand below the line of seats. A rhythmic movement to their arm as they stroked themselves again and again and again.
I felt a shudder rush through me, part desire and part need rushing and racing and competing in my mind. But I knew precisely what I was going to do and what I needed to do. I knew it with every bit of me.
Leaning back in my chair and putting my feet up. Pinning my heels against the back of the seat in front of me and running my hands up my thighs. Gripping the hem of my skirt and hiking it further and further up, until my panties came into view and I saw them dark and contrasting with the whiteness of my skin.
I pushed them to the side, presenting myself to my own view and the view of the most observant of these men. Brushing my fingers up and down my slit and tracing the lines of my sex, feeling the wetness coat my fingertips and the heat of my sex as I throbbed and ached for something fulfilling and satisfying. For something long and hard and thick to fill me up, to give me the pleasure that had been so long denied to me.
Beginning with my fingers. Knowing they wouldn’t be enough.
But they were enough to stoke the fire in me, to make it blaze with hot heat. Pushing into me and pulsing and pumping between my legs. The sound of the wetness of my sex and my light moans cutting through the sounds of the movie, just a little bit, enough to draw the attention of those few men nearest to me who weren’t already watching.
My thumb, brushing against my clit and circling it as my fingers found a rhythm and met it again and again. My fingers, curling up to hit my g-spot and send a wave of pleasure crashing over me, making my back arch and making my free hand find my breasts through the fabric of my dress and squeeze them.
Moaning louder now. Again and again. A sirens call so sharp and loud that it drew the eyes of all the men in this place.
All of them were watching me now, my eyes rolling in my head and taking in the sight of them. Their hunger and their appetites nearly as large as my own.
I wanted them and needed them. I played for them as much as I played for myself. I played for all of us because I wanted to draw them closer.
To make them cross the line of contact and blur the lines of right and wrong. To take me and make me betray Roger, but can it really be a betrayal if our whole relationship was founded on a lie?
I wanted to cheat on him. Yes, I wanted to cheat on him.
I wanted to hurt him even just a little bit. To wound him and scratch the surface of who he was.
But more than anything I wanted something for my own. Something just for me. My own little ceremony and secret that I could keep all my own.
One that included every willing man in this theater. If only they would take the hint and get over here and fuck me.