Micky knocked on the door, prompting her to get dressed. They went to the cinema to watch a movie that afternoon, the three of them laughing together as buddies. Natalie walked between them, taking a hand from each and swinging them as they strolled along window shopping on the way. They found a suitable film playing, the original Emmanuelle from the 70s.
"At least that one's adults only," Natalie said, cuddling up to her husband's arm.
"Okay, I'll get the tickets," Mickey offered quickly and left them to go to the counter.
Natalie giggled. "He's keen, isn't he?"
"Yeah, I can imagine why." Brian checked around. "Though it doesn't look like it will be too crowded inside."
"I hope not. I hope we can get a spot that's secluded a little bit."
"I've only seen guys go in so far."
"Hmm. Well that's better than other women. I won't mind if men see.... I mean, if Mickey tries touch me.... Do you think he will?"
"He'll probably try if it's dark enough. Like if you sit between us and lean on me. He might try down below if you're sitting sideways."
Natalie squeezed her husband's arm excitedly. "Mmm, I hope he fingers me."
"Me too, baby." Brian kissed the top of her head. "We'll find a secluded spot so he can play around with you.”
Micky returned with their tickets, claiming Natalie’s spare hand again and squeezing. The theatre was already dark, with previews playing. They stopped and looked around for options of where to sit. There were some couples and quite a few men spread out, no one sitting near anyone else.
“I think up the back is best,” Micky said.
“Maybe over the far side where there’s only those couple of men,” Natalie whispered to her husband.
Brian led the way. Natalie kept hold of Micky’s hand as well and pulled him along. There were three banks of seats in quite a large theatre. They climbed the stairs on the far side and edged along one of the rows, four from the back, and with only the one older man a couple of rows behind them and another one row in front but next to the aisle. They took seats in the middle of the row of ten places. A few other men turned to watch them. The two nearby were looking when Natalie glanced at each of them.
She settled between Brian and Micky, reclaiming a hand from each.
“We’re really just like buddies, aren’t we?” Micky whispered enthusiastically.
“Yes we are! Good buddies,” Natalie agreed, meeting his smile and snapping a quick kiss to his lips.
There were arm rests between the seats but they lifted out of the way. Natalie folded both of them up and tucked her legs up to one side, leaning against Brian. The movie was starting. She reached back and squeezed Micky’s hand again. “Is it okay with my feet there?”
“Yep.” He placed his hand on her ankle.
She smiled at him then snuggled up to her husband but kept pressing her toes against Micky’s thigh as they watched the opening scenes. Brian had an arm around her shoulders. She stretched her upper leg across Micky’s lap for a moment then tucked her foot against his thigh again. His hand them moved to her calf and he started stroking softly, making her smile through her blush.
The first of the sex scenes was on screen. Natalie massaged Micky’s thigh with her toes. “That’s so sexy,” she whispered to both him and Brian.
“It’s damned sexy,” Brian agreed.
“Super hot,” Micky whispered. “Like you, Nat.”
“Thank you, Micky. I’m glad you think so.” Natalie sat up and raked back her hair. Brian moved his arm from around her but she cuddled up to it when she settled again. Micky resumed stroking her calf and up to her knee. She looked back at him. “That’s nice, Micky. I like you doing it here like this. It’s exciting.”
Natalie caught sight of the man behind out of the corner of her eye. He had his head raised, craning his neck to look down at them. She didn’t dare look up at him. The movie rolled on into more sex scenes. Micky finally stroked up to her thigh. He moved his hand around the back and felt between them. “Um – Micky…”she uttered softly, looking back at him smiling there.
The man two rows back shifted across a few seats to be directly behind her. He leaned forward. She glanced and caught his gaze but quickly averted hers. Micky stroked up the back of her thigh, his fingers flaying beneath her little cotton skirt and brushing the crotch of her panties. He immediately returned to her crotch and rubbed her a little. She lifted and squirmed against his fingers, gripping her husband’s arm.
The man in the row in front of them was looking over his shoulder at them. He got up and edged along four seats to be directly in front of Micky. He nodded to Brian and placed a hand upon Natalie’s lower leg. Micky stopped feeling her, and that man reached in behind her thighs and touched her panties. He rubbed her bottom and felt up over her hip, searching for the waist band there. The man from behind stepped over one seat and sat down, looking directly over Natalie’s shoulder.
Both strangers would have been around fifty or so, slender and plain looking. The one in front tugged Natalie’s panties from her hip and stretched them over her bottom. She lifted so he could get them from beneath her other hip. He pulled them down to her knees, and Micky watched him feel her pussy bare. He rubbed into her folds, drawing moisture, then he inserted a finger.
Natalie met the eyes of the man behind her. He touched her hair, stroking down to her neck and shoulder. He reached down her front and cupped a breast. She moved her arm back out of the way for him. The other man’s fingers were sliding in and out of her, Micky holding up the back of her skirt and watching. She kissed her husband, moaning into his mouth. The man behind wormed his hand into her top and felt her bare while she came softly on the other one’s fingers.
That man must have felt her orgasm because he stopped probing into her and just rubbed her gently. She peered up at the man behind. He touched her face again, turning her head and pressing his lips to hers.
“I see she’s wearing a ring,” the man in front said. “Which of you is she married to?”
“To me,” Brian answered. “She’s my wife….”
“Nice,” the guy said, nodding. “She’s hot, man.”
Natalie swallowed the build-up of saliva from being kissed. It tasted of cigar smoke but she kept her eyes closed and let the man explore her mouth with his tongue. Another guy appeared next to him. He was peering around. “It’s cool. No one’s watching,” he said to the others. Natalie was released from being kissed. She looked back at Brian. He wiped her mouth and kissed her with closed lips. The new guy reached down and lifted the front of her skirt, all three man and micky looking at her pussy. The man in front tugged her panties from her ankles and released them to Micky.
“They can take off my skirt if they want,” Natalie whispered to her husband.
“Yeah – take it off her the new guy said.”
The one in front searched for the clasp. “There’s a zipper at the back,” Natalie said to him. He reached beneath her and found it, and she lifted so he could tug her skirt down.
She ended up lying back against Brian and sitting on the edge of her seat, completely naked below the waist. The new guy caressed down over her belly and felt her slit. “Are we allowed to fuck her?”
Brian shook his head. “No, I think this is enough.”
“Can you just look at me and cum by yourself?” Natalie asked. “You can use my skirt, and when you’ve all finished, I’ll put it back on.”
“Fuck yeah, I’m almost there,” the guy in front said.
They gave him Natalie’s skirt. He sorted it to find the inside front and covered his cock. He then stroked himself and felt Natalie’s crotch with his other hand. He inserted his middle finger but quickly lost control and ejaculated. He squeezed himself off in her skirt then carefully lifted it and handed it to the men behind Natalie.
“There’s the wet bit there,” one of them said to the other, chuckling. They were both stroking their exposed cocks.
“Okay – just hol
d it, eh? I’ll do the back.”
One of them sorted the inside back of the skirt and covered his cock with it. The other one stroked off bare. They were both staring down at Natalie. She peered up at them, watching their faces. She stifled a moan as the other stranger inserted a thick finger into her and started banging her again.
The man stroking off into her skirt groaned his release. The other one quickly found a dry spot and covered his cock with the fabric before bucking and gasping as he ejaculated too. He finished himself off and carefully lifted the skirt. “Yeah – that’s fucking creamed,” he said, chuckling. “Mine’s down a bit lower in front.”
Natalie squirmed away from the guy still fingering her. “I’m too sensitive down there now…. Let me put my skirt back on.” She sat on the edge of her seat and carefully stepped into it, immediately feeling the wetness against her legs. She peered around at everyone, blushing in the dim light. She then tugged her skirt up into place and sat in a wad of cum. “Eww – it’s all gooey.”
“Is that good?” one of the men behind asked teasingly.
“Yeah – it’s wetting me beneath and in front too.” She smoothed her skirt down her thighs and pressed her hands between. “But I’m already wet, so….” she added, biting her smile.
Everyone chuckled but settled quietly when an attendant strolled up the aisle with a flashlight. After he’d gone, they all continued watching the movie, Natalie fiddling with her skirt as it became sticky. The man from in front left the theatre, then one of the men from behind squeezed Natalie’s shoulder and smiled a goodbye.
When the movie ended they waited until everyone had gone then the other man from behind leaned over Natalie’s shoulder. “Would you guys like to come out for a drink?” he asked.
“No – I think we’ll call it a night,” Brian replied.
“Okay. Well, thank you for that, Natalie. That Emmanuelle has nothing on you.”
Natalie blushed. “Thank you.”
The guy squeezed her shoulder. He looked down at her body and massaged both of her shoulders. He moved his hands lower and felt her breasts. “Yeah – she has nothing on you at all,” he went on.
“Uh huh,” Natalie uttered, arching up and pressing against his hands.
“Can I have a look at these before you go? Just quickly with it light enough to see?” He tugged and gathered her top. “Just a quick look, okay?” he said and uncovered her breasts. “Yeah – that’s it. You’re so hot, baby. These are nice, aren’t they?” He squeezed her bare and felt his cock with his other hand.
Brian checked around but there was no one left in the theatre. Micky was feeling Natalie’s leg, rubbing the front of her skirt and he worked his way to press it against her pussy.
“Yeah, man, rub it into her. Is it still wet from our loads?”
“Yeah – it feels wet,” Micky said.
“Aw fuck – I need to blow again,” the guy groaned, releasing his cock.
“Do it in my mouth,” Natalie said, turning and opening for him.
He lunged forward and just got the head of his cock in before it started gushing cum. Natalie grabbed his shaft and moaned as she sucked on the throbbing glans. “Aw fuck yeah,” the man groaned and held her head while thrusting against her fist. She swallowed his semen and kept sucking on him. He stroked her hair and she peered up to meet his eyes. She took him out of her mouth and squeezed. A drop of cum oozed from the broad slit so she it again and probed with the tip of her tongue.
“Come on – we’d better go,” Brian said.
Natalie swallowed again and smiled up at the older man. “It was nice tasting you,” she uttered sweetly.
The guy grabbed her and kissed her hard. Brian claimed her hand and pulled her away. Mickey followed, and Natalie was dragged along peering back at the stranger, still swallowing at the taste of his cum.
****
“You still look sexy – even though we’re not doing that anymore,” Micky said.
They were home eating pizza and drinking beer over the breakfast counter.
“Thanks, Micky. I’m glad you think so.” Natalie was conservatively dressed in her cut-off jean shorts and a bra and baggy t-shirt tied at her hip. “Do you have a girlfriend yet?”
“No – but it’s only been a week, don’t forget.”
They had spoken about it. Now that he was no longer a virgin he was supposed to have enough confidence to find someone.
Brian roughed up his hair. “You’re still too ugly, dude.”
“Oh, he is not!” Natalie scolded. “Micky’s cute.”
“I’d rather be big and tough,” he said, with more than a tinge of seriousness in his tone.
Natalie spoke warmly “Big and tough is overrated, Micky. Genuine is what counts. Being honest and kind – and that’s you for sure.”
“Aw – poor little Micky,” Brian teased, scuffing his hair again.
He laughed. Micky did too, and Natalie joined in.
They ended up watching television in their usual spots. Natalie had come from a bath in her favorite old singlet. It was long but didn’t quite cover her panties. She had her legs tucked up to the side. Both guys were checking out her bottom, she noticed.
Micky’s hand was on the vacant cushion between them. At first he just touched her little toe with his pinky finger, pressing lightly. She bit her lip and blushed a little.
They were watching a replay of the surf carnival from the previous weekend. Micky traced a fingertip along the sole of her foot. She couldn’t help flinching slightly. She glanced at Brian.
Micky looked at Brian too. They held each other’s gaze for a while. Natalie just waited, blushing. Brian then turned back to the television. They hadn’t spoken a word. Micky leaned over on an elbow, and after a moment he touched Natalie’s knee, clutching it and making her squirm her legs together.
“Um…. Micky – that tickles.” She pushed him with a foot. He was looking at her panties. She fiddled with the waist band, smoothing it across her belly.
“Those are pretty,” Micky said.
“Thanks,” Natalie uttered.
“I like how they shape to your pussy. I can see your slit really well.”
“Uh huh…. They’re just soft cotton underwear for bed. They’re not supposed to be sexy or anything.” Natalie tugged her singlet up under her breasts, revealing her panties fully. She had edged around to be facing Micky with her feet against his thigh, her toes pressing into him.
He stroked her inner calf up to her knee, still looking at her crotch. She parted her legs a little more.
He kneaded her thigh, tickling her again. She grabbed his wrist, pushing as he reached for her other knee. He was smiling, his eyes alight. “Micky!” she scolded, glaring as he gripped further along her thighs. He was up on his knees. She slipped lower as she squirmed, ending up on her back.
“Uhh..hh,” Natalie moaned raggedly as he gripped her waist. She held his wrists as he probed higher and felt her ribs. He squeezed her there, and she released him and lifted up her singlet. “There! Is that what you want?”
She looked over at Brian, holding his gaze as Micky felt her tits with both hands. He leaned down and kissed her softly on the lips. “Um…. What are you doing, Micky?” He pressed to her lips again. She moaned as he extended his tongue, searching deep into her mouth. “Uhh..hh….”she moaned again, but he cut her off with another kiss. She rolled her eyes to look at her husband as Micky forced his tongue all the way into her mouth. He slipped a finger under the waistband of her panties, stretching them from her hip. She lifted her bottom so he could pull them down. He relented from kissing her mouth and sucked on a nipple.
Natalie stroked his hair while he suckled on her.
“I love sucking these,” he said. He pushed her panties down past her knees as he continued sucking from one nipple to the other, lashing softly with his tongue. He felt her pussy, testing her folds and working her open. He inserted a finger but immediately pulled it out. He wiped his finger on her tit, s
mearing her juices. “You taste so good, Natalie.” He sucked that tit into his mouth.
“Uhh..hhh..hh,”Natalie moaned shuddering at the intense stimulation. She looked to her husband again. “He’s getting me ready, Brian. He’s preparing me for you-know-what.”
Micky edged back and looked at her pussy. She peered down at him. He touched her inner thighs, and she opened her legs for him.
“Now he’s checking if I’m ready yet,” she said. “He knows exactly what to do now, Brian. He knows what to do when he wants to fuck me.”
“We’ve been together for so long, though.” Brian finally found his voice. “We’ve been hanging out together ever since we were kids…. Somehow it doesn’t seem wrong.”
“It seems right to me,” Micky said. He sat down on the end of the lounge, keeping Natalie’s legs upon his lap.
She sat up a bit. Micky had tugged her panties above her knees. He was fiddling with them. She tucked her singlet under itself, keeping it above her tits. Micky felt one of them, thumbing the nipple, then he rested his hand on her belly and started tracing his fingertip up and down her inner thighs. He inspected her pussy again, parting her labia and looking closely.
Natalie’s eyes rolled, and she caught a breath as the arousing sensation caused by his soft touch shuddered through her. “Yes, we have been together since we were kids…. I don’t feel any different being the girl. I’ve always felt totally relaxed around both of you, and especially when we’re together.”
“Exactly! You and I being married doesn’t seem to matter between the three of us. We go back further than that,” Brian said, sitting forward in his chair.
Micky spoke without his silly grin. “I think it’s awesome that there’s us two guys and a girl. It’s much better that you’re female, Natalie.”
Natalie blushed. “Female, huh?”
“Yep – you’re definitely female.” Micky inserted his thumb into her pussy. “Definitely!” he added, feeing around inside of her.
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