My Friend’s Mistress

I’ve been thinking about Linda, and I must admit, she’s been on my mind for quite some time. She’s a woman who’s clearly bored with her husband, not just because he spoils her, but also because he doesn’t know how to take control. She craves to be dominated, to be treated like a sexual object, someone who doesn’t care if she likes it or not.

I asked Linda if she’d like to see a movie with me, and to my surprise, she agreed. I took her to a large cinema complex with 26 theaters, and as we walked to her car, I couldn’t help but notice how beautiful she looked in her pink flower dress and high heels. I told her she looked stunning, but then I asked her what she was wearing under the skirt. She replied, “Panties,” and offered them to me. I took them, and as I felt them, I noticed they were damp.

As we walked to the ticket booth, I was impressed by how easily she handed over her credit card to buy our tickets. It was clear she was using the money her husband gave her to treat herself. I thought to myself, “Things are going great.” Little did I know, this was just the beginning of our little game.

As we walked down the hallway to our movie, I put my hand on her ass and squeezed both cheeks. Her breathing quickened, and she slowed her pace. The cinema was almost empty, and I spotted a theater with a long-running show that had terrible reviews. “Let’s go in here for a minute,” I suggested. She looked at me curiously, but followed me anyway.

Once we were inside, I pulled Linda up to the top row and sat down. She sat next to me, looking puzzled, and asked why we were in that theater. I leaned in and kissed her, sliding my hand up her leg to her crotch. She spread her legs, giving me better access, and I took full advantage, inserting two fingers into her snatch and pumping in and out. She started whining, and I decided it was time to take things further.

I unzipped my pants and pulled out my cock, pushing her head toward it. She quickly moved her head over my penis and opened wide. I enjoyed her blow job, and as I looked around, I noticed a few people staring at us. I pulled her head off me and stood up, my cock at full salute.

Linda tried to put it back in her mouth, but I pulled her up and spun her around. I pulled her dress up to her waist and bent her forward, her hands on the seats in front of her and one leg on the seat. I aimed my cock at her wet hairy pussy and slowly pushed inside. I asked her, “So what does your husband think you’re doing right now?” She replied, “He thinks I’m shopping.” I smiled and said, “Not bent over in a public theater with a hard cock up your pussy?” She shook her head, and I started to slam her pussy hard.

At first, she covered her mouth with her hand to muffle the noise, but as I really got into it, she let go a huge orgasm. I shot my load deep inside her pussy, staying in for several minutes before pulling out and zipping up. Linda smoothed her dress down, and I led her down the stairs to the real movie.

As we walked, I heard someone say, “Good job.” I looked up and saw the only other patron in the theater staring at us. I smiled and said, “Thanks.” Linda looked at me with her slave look and smiled.

Over the next week, Linda called me and asked if I was going to see any more movies. I told her I was going to the same complex to see a new release, and she asked if she could come. I agreed, and we met at the entrance, her dressed in a black skirt, red blouse, and red heels.

We sat in the top row, and as the movie started, Linda leaned on me, kissing me and rubbing my cock. She unbuttoned my fly and pulled out my cock, sucking it like a madwoman. I enjoyed it immensely, but I had to look away when I saw a few people staring at us.

After the movie, we walked out, and I saw two elderly women staring at us. They looked at Linda’s face and blouse, and I knew she was still feeling the effects of my cum. I walked her to her car and hugged her goodbye, telling her to shave her pussy before she saw me again.

Two weeks later, I called Linda and asked how she was doing. She seemed upset and said she needed to talk to me. I met her at a pizza place, and she was clearly angry. She told me she was upset because I didn’t call her while I was on vacation and because she knew I had sex with someone else.

I listened to her, and then I told her she had forgotten her place. I said I was done with her, but then I softened and told her I’d let her go, but not before I took her one last time. I pulled her into the restroom and took her from behind, my cock sliding into her smooth pussy.

As we finished up, I could see a quarter-sized damp spot on her crotch. I told her to be careful, and she smiled, thanking me for the quickie. She blew me a kiss and drove away, leaving me to wonder if I’d made a mistake by letting her go.