Monica stepped out of her car in the dimly lit parking lot, her heart pounding with a mix of nerves and raw excitement. The prim and proper wife, always so composed in her daily life as an office administrator, felt her curvy body ignite with lust the moment she decided to make this trip. Her husband was away on another business trip, leaving her alone with her insatiable cravings. She smoothed down her short skirt, the fabric barely covering her thighs, and no panties underneath meant every breeze teased her already slick pussy. Her thin blouse hung slightly open from the third button down, the two top ones fastened just enough to keep it from falling off her shoulders, but the gap exposed the swell of her large DD breasts and glimpses of her large, round dark areolas peeking out with each step in her black heels.

The porn theater’s neon sign flickered above the entrance, promising the anonymous thrill she sought. Monica had been here before—multiple times when her husband traveled or even sneaking away after work for a quick fix. Tonight, she burned for more: hands groping her in the shadows, cocks thrusting into her mouth until they erupted, and bareback fucks filling her pussy with hot loads. She paid the bored attendant at the counter, avoiding his leering gaze as he handed her the ticket, and slipped into the auditorium.

The air inside was thick with the scent of sweat, and sex. Flickering light from the screen illuminated rows of worn seats, occupied by shadowy figures—mostly men, their eyes glued to the on-screen action of a woman being gangbanged. Monica chose a spot midway down an aisle, not too close to the front but accessible. She sat, crossing her legs slowly, letting her skirt ride up to flash her bare thighs. Her nipples hardened against the thin fabric, areolas darkening as arousal flushed her skin.

It didn’t take long. A man in the row behind her shifted, his hand brushing her shoulder first, testing. When she didn’t pull away, rough fingers slid down her arm, then boldly cupped one of her exposed breasts through the blouse. Monica gasped softly, arching into the touch. The stranger squeezed her DD tit, thumb rolling over the visible areola, pinching the stiff nipple. ‘Fuck, you’re stacked,’ he muttered, voice low and gravelly.

Emboldened, and another figure from the side row leaned over, his hand landing on her knee and sliding up her inner thigh. Monica parted her legs instinctively, her pussy aching as fingers found her wetness. ‘No panties? Slutty wife looking for trouble?’ the second man whispered, two digits plunging into her soaked folds. She bit her lip to stifle a moan, nodding as the first man’s hand joined in, groping her other breast, popping it fully out of the blouse to knead the soft flesh.

The screen’s moans echoed her own suppressed whimpers as more hands reached for her. A third stranger knelt in the aisle, pushing her skirt higher to bury his face between her legs. His tongue lapped at her clit, sucking greedily while fingers from behind twisted her nipples. Monica’s body trembled, lust overriding any lingering prim facade. She wanted this—needed to be ravaged in the dark.

‘Get on your knees,’ the first man growled, unzipping his pants. Monica obeyed, sliding to the sticky floor between the seats, her blouse gaping wide now, breasts bouncing free. His cock sprang out, thick and veined, already leaking pre-cum. She wrapped her lips around the head; sucking hungrily, tongue swirling as she took him deeper. The second man stood, feeding his shaft into her hand; she stroked it firmly while bobbing on the first, saliva dripping down her chin.

The oral devouring escalated quickly. Monica alternated, sucking one cock after another, her mouth stretched wide. ‘Swallow it all, bitch,’ the first grunted, hips bucking as he flooded her throat with ropes of thick cum. She gulped it down eagerly, not spilling a drop, the salty taste fueling her hunger. The second followed, grabbing her hair to fuck her face until he exploded, cum shooting across her tongue for her to savor and swallow.

More men gathered, drawn by the wet slurps and her exposed curves. A fourth cock pushed past her lips while hands mauled her tits, slapping the heavy globes and tugging her dark areolas. Monica’s jaw ached, but she craved the parade—sucking relentlessly, throat working to milk every load. Cum coated her mouth, dribbling from the corners only when she gasped for air, but she licked it up, swallowing greedily as the fifth and sixth men unloaded.

Panting, Monica rose, bending over the seat in front. ‘Fuck me bare,’ she begged hoarsely, wiggling her ass. The first stranger obliged, slamming his still-hard cock into her dripping pussy from behind. No condom, just raw skin on skin, his balls slapping her clit with each thrust. She cried out, pushing back as he pounded her, hands gripping her hips hard enough to bruise.

Others took turns, rotating to fill her cunt. The second man pulled out mid-thrust to let the third dive in, stretching her walls with his girth. Cum from the first load leaked down her thighs, mixing with her juices as the fourth barebacked her savagely, grunting about her tight married hole. Monica’s body shook with orgasms, her curvy frame quivering as load after load deposited deep inside—hot spurts painting her insides white.

By the time the seventh man finished, pumping his seed into her overflowing pussy, Monica was a mess: blouse torn open, breasts marked with fingerprints, skirt hiked up, cum trickling from her well-fucked slit. She collapsed into the seat, sated but already plotting her next visit. The prim wife had fully embraced her slutty side, the darkness of the theater her perfect playground.

Monica’s pulse raced as she parked in the shadowy lot, her bare feet already tingling against the cool pavement before she even stepped out. Tonight felt different—more reckless, more exposed. With her husband out of town again, the curvy wife had slipped into her slutty attire: the short skirt hugging her hips, riding high with nothing underneath to bar access to her eager pussy. The thin blouse draped over her large DD breasts, secured by just the single top button, leaving the rest gaping open. As she walked toward the theater entrance, her heavy tits swayed freely, the dark round areolas and stiff nipples flashing teasingly with every stride in the flickering neon light. Onlookers in the lot paused, eyes locked on the glimpses of her lush curves, but she didn’t care; the attention only stoked the fire between her legs.

She kicked off her black heels at the car door, leaving them behind. Barefoot now, her soles met the gritty asphalt, a prelude to the filth she craved inside. Monica paid the attendant with a coy smile, her blouse parting to reveal the full swell of one breast as she leaned forward. He stared, but she turned away, padding silently into the auditorium on her naked feet.

The theater reaped of old cum, sweat, and something sharper—urine from careless spills on the grimy floor. The screen blared with a scene of a woman on her knees, surrounded by thrusting cocks. Monica scanned the dim rows, her bare toes curling into the sticky floor, already feeling the warm, tacky residue coat her skin. She bypassed the seats this time, drawn to the open space near the back wall where the floor was darkest and dirtiest. Lowering herself directly onto the soiled ground, she sat with legs spread wide, skirt bunching up to expose her shaved pussy lips, glistening with anticipation. Her blouse fell completely open, DD tits spilling out, nipples erect and begging for attention as they jiggled from the motion.