Movie Night 12 - Fucking In Theatre

As she lay back in the chair, gasping, Cheryl felt a few more

tremors of orgasmic after shock ricochet through her body; she

was completely unable to do or say anything after the power and

duration of the climax she’d just finished. She could only watch

as James stood up and went over to the couch where Susanna was

sitting, and take a seat - leaving himself exposed so that

Susanna could begin licking his slowly deflating penis clean of

his cum and Cheryl’s juices.

By the time she was done, Cheryl was again able to exercise a

little control over herself - enough so that when Bill offered

her a soda, she was able to nod in agreement. He had to open it

for her, but she was able - barely - to hold it on her own. She

didn’t even look at what kind it was - all she knew was that it

was liquid, and that she was very much in need of replacement

fluids! The cold soda - grape, which she normally didn’t care for

- burned her throat slightly as she eagerly guzzled half the can;

she came up for air, then finished off the rest of it. When

Susanna got up and brought her another can - lemon-lime - Cheryl

was able to tell her “Thanks!” - to which Susanna replied “Don’t

worry about it. After watching you take him all the way your

first time, AND having orgasms, I only wish it was champagne: you

deserve to be rewarded!”, with a small laugh.

The second soda went down appreciably slower than the first; a

quarter of the way through it, Cheryl finally felt able to take

part in the casual conversation the others were having as she

slowly recovered from the thorough fucking she’d just gotten.

Cheryl glanced over at the TV, and saw that the credits for what

could only be the second movie were scrolling up the screen.

Knowing that she still had to get home - AND take a shower and

try to recover! - she regretfully told the others “As much as I’d

like to stay here with you, I really DO have to leave. My husband

will be getting off work before much longer, and I want to be

home when he gets there.”

All of them expressed their understanding, and went about helping

her get ready to leave - finding her clothes, making sure she was

clean and presentable enough to leave, and so on.

As she was getting ready to head out the door, James handed her a

business card that only had an email address on it. She looked at

him in curiosity, and James explained “If you should decide that

you would like to join us again the next time any of us are in

the area, please contact us at that address. Of course, your

husband would be more than welcome, too.”

Accepting the card, Cheryl answered “I won’t make any promises,

but I’ll certainly give it some thought.”

The others nodded their acceptance, and wished her well as she

opened the door and slipped into the hallway outside. Checking

herself in a conveniently located mirror, Cheryl saw that she was

actually as presentable as the others had assured her. A little

unsteady on her feet - the night’s activities seemed to have

affected her more than she’d thought - she calmly made her way

outside and to her car.

All during the drive home, she couldn’t help but remember her

experiences of the last few hours. She wasn’t sure if she’d ever

send them an email, but there wasn’t a doubt in her mind that

she’d never forget that night at the movies…