Chapter 1

Stepping into the dimly lit room, Jack Strong abruptly stopped, his hand covering his nose and mouth. It took a few moments for his eyes to adjust and for him to get used to the stale, musky smell. He waited, and when his pupils dilated he scanned the large room. Only a few heads dotted the rows of empty seats. Walking slowly down the aisle, looking right and left, he found an area void of others and shuffled sideways past the upturned seats searching for one that was clean enough to sit on. He hoped the stickiness under his shoes was some sort of food substance, forcing the other alternatives from his mind. The seats were torn and dirty, some having loose arms or missing them altogether with dangerous metal waiting to draw blood from the careless ones. Jack stopped and bent forward, lowering the seat and peering into the darkness -- he was not careless. Then he slowly, carefully, sat into the chosen seat.

He waited, fidgeting, impatient for the movie to start. He hated this part -- sitting alone in a porn theater, self-consciously thinking that everyone was staring at him. But this was an ordinary event for Jack. As a traveling salesman, he was on one of his usual business trips to the city. The long drive was a pain, but it did have some advantages. There were no porn theaters in his small, ultra-conservative, farming town. A town that was so different from the city that it could have been a thousand miles away instead of a measly seventy. He moved there when he got married, and after his divorce had planned to leave the rural town, but the cost of living was so low he remained. After all, he was away so much of the time anyway. So when Jack went to the big city, he took advantage of what it had to offer.

The 45 year old man slumped down, trying not to be seen. He didn't want to look at the others, but he occasionally felt compelled to see if someone was staring at him. You can never be too careful. Twisting to the right, looking over his shoulder, a figure caught his eye -- a woman walking down the aisle. That in itself was odd, but this particular woman looked so out of place. She walked very slowly, carefully, her eyes not having adjusted yet. Jack studied her. She was young, no more than mid-twenties, and very homely looking. It wasn't that she was not pretty, but her blonde hair was tied up in an old woman's bun and her frumpy, plain dress had no shape, coming well below her knees. All the buttons that ran up the front of the dress were fastened -- all of them! -- from the hem to the neck. She got closer and Jack saw her face in the low light. His eyes opened wide and he sat up. His head slowly turned as she walked past him, his eyes dropping to her butt just barely wiggling under the dress. Leaning on the armrest, he lifted out of his seat and looked at her legs. "Nice," he muttered. Jack watched her awkwardly walk crablike in the row she selected until settling into the last seat -- the one against the far wall. She slouched down, never looking around, evidently trying to be inconspicuous and blend in with the furniture.

"Well, well, I'll be damned," he said under his breath, rubbing his chin.

Jack's eyes shifted to the front, squinting at the bright light of the movie starting. He watched the plot-less fucking and sucking, but kept glancing at the woman. Her eyes never left the big screen. All of a sudden he didn't care about being anonymous and got up, walked from his center seat to the aisle, and then down the aisle to the row the woman sat in. He took a deep breath and made his way past the upturned seats, plopping down next to her, not even bothering to see if the seat was clean.

The woman turned with a startled look which quickly became panic and then fear. Jumping to her feet, she tried to squeeze past Jack.

"What's your hurry, Mrs. Calligan?" Jack whispered.

"Please let me..." The woman froze, her hand going to her cheek. "H-How do you know my n-name?"

"You're the preacher's wife."

"But ... but..."

"Sit down, people are staring," Jack said without taking his eyes off her. The woman glanced around the mostly empty theater and quickly sat, her body twisted with the back of her head and shoulders pressed against the wall getting as far away from the stranger as possible. "That's better. Now tell me, what's a preacher's wife doing here?"

Jack watched the young woman's pained face as she tried to fabricate an explanation. But she wasn't accustomed to lying and couldn't come up with an excuse being caught red-handed.

"Never mind, let's just watch the movie," Jack said.

The preacher's wife turned back to the big screen, relieved she didn't have to answer. Nervous, she kept turning to look at Jack, but after a while the action on the screen demanded her full attention. Jack watched the movie, but often glanced at the woman intently staring wide-eyed, her breathing getting heavier. She was lovely and the light coming from the movie illuminated her flushed cheeks. Before too long, the woman let out a little sigh. Jack's gaze returned to the film and saw the actress fondling a cock.

Without taking his eyes off the screen, Jack leaned over and whispered in the preacher's wife's ear, "Do you like that?"

"Uh huh," she answered absentmindedly, lost in a world she was never able to explain to herself after returning from one of these trips to the city.

"Do you wish you were the girl?"

"Uh huh."

While the preacher's wife was engrossed in the action on the screen, Jack quietly unsnapped and unzipped his pants and fished his cock out. He grabbed the woman's hand and guided it to his dick. Her small fingers automatically wrapped around it and squeezed. Then she realized what had happened and jerked her hand away as if it had touched a red hot coal.

"Go on, I won't tell anyone," Jack said.

"No, please, I can't," she said, trying desperately to look away from the stranger's cock protruding obscenely from his pants, but her eyes were drawn to it.

Not counting the cocks in the porn movies she occasionally went to, it was the first dick she had ever seen other than her husband's. And she rarely saw his. The preacher was very strict about sex. To him, sex served two purposes. First, to make babies and, second, to relieve the desires implanted in man by Satan to tempt him to sin. The woman's role was simply to be a non-responsive receptacle. Therefore, sex in the preacher's home was infrequent and done in shame, always in the missionary position under the covers in the dark. The preacher would say, "Satan's calling," giving his wife the signal to slip her panties off under the covers and lift her flannel nightgown to her waist. He'd then get under the covers, between his wife's obediently spread legs. She'd clench her teeth and fight back the tears waiting for the pain. He'd pull the cock the Devil made hard through the slit in his boxers and unceremoniously stick it into his wife's dry hole. No foreplay -- no loving -- just a few in and out strokes until he climaxed. Then he'd replace his now soft dick back into his boxers, crawl to his side of the bed, and go to sleep. It was infrequent that the young wife accidentally saw her husband's penis, and it was for a fleeting second as her eyes dutifully darted away -- embarrassed, afraid of what her husband would say if he caught her looking.

But now there was a cock within reach, and the man didn't make her feel like it was wrong to look at it or touch it. She glanced at the actress on the screen playing with a cock and wanted to do it too. Her hand moved but stopped, grabbing her dress over her thigh, clutching the material tightly. No, don't do it! It's a sin. It's wrong. Be strong, she thought. But she looked at his dick again, her eyes lingering too long, and then she looked at her hand. She let out a little sigh, the same one Jack had heard while she watched the movie.

Jack waited, and then his hand was a blur as it flew over the armrest between them, snatching her arm so quickly she flinched. Gripping her tightly, he dragged her hand towards him, but she instinctively yanked her arm back. The short-lived tug-of-war began, her being no match for his overpowering strength. Her face turned red but the result was inevitable -- her hand was slammed onto his exposed cock. A burst of adrenalin allowed one more tug, but Jack pressed her hand down hard, trapping it. She tried to wiggle it free and that's when her willpower gave out. Her fingers were touching his cock. She wouldn't admit it, but she wanted to do it so badly it hurt. She'd been fighting those desires all her life, using the porn movies as an escape knowing she'd never get to do any of it for real. But her hand was touching the man's cock.

Her fingers moved, closing around the shaft, squeezing it. And then she sighed again, a sound Jack recognized. He carefully loosened his grip and then slowly moved his hand away. Hers remained in place, her fingers tightening around his cock, squeezing it, rubbing it, stroking it.

Jack stared into his lap, at the dainty hand slowly moving on his cock, at the glint of her gold wedding ring. He couldn't believe the preacher's wife was jerking him off in a dirty movie theater. Just the thought she was another man's wife was exciting, but to know she was the preacher's wife was so much more.

In a dreamlike state, the young wife kept glancing back at the screen to see what the actress was doing and tried to mimic her actions. When the actress used two hands, so did the preacher's wife. When the actress fondled the man's balls, the preacher's wife snaked her hand inside Jack's pants and did the same. But when the actress began licking the cock like an ice cream cone, the preacher's wife hesitated. She looked at the screen, then at Jack, then at his cock still in her grasp, then the screen again, and then Jack. When her gaze returned to his cock, Jack's gentle nudge on the back of her head was all the encouragement she needed. The preacher's wife lowered her face to Jack's lap and quickly licked the large cock-head protruding from her small fist. As soon as she had done it her head shot up and she looked around the theater to see if anyone had seen.

When the preacher's wife looked at Jack again he nodded towards the screen. Her jaw dropped. The actress was now sucking the cock, bobbing her head up and down. Before she had time to think, Jack pushed her head back into his lap. Her mouth opened on its own and captured his cock between her lips. Soon her head was moving up and down in Jack's lap while she sucked and licked his cock. Although it was her first time, she had seen enough porn movies to understand the basics.

Jack reached around her body and grabbed her right tit. She pushed his hand away, but never stopped sucking. Again and again Jack grabbed her, but she wouldn't let him touch her. After all, she was a married woman. The fact that his cock was in her mouth didn't even register.

The preacher's wife, lost in some kind of sexual dream, sucked the stranger's cock like she would lose it forever if she stopped. The strain of her leaning over caused her back to hurt so she shifted in her seat, dropping to her knees on the dirty floor. All thought of watching the movie was forgotten. The real thing was in her mouth and she was like a child on Christmas morning with a new toy.

Jack watched the top of the preacher's wife's head bob up and down in his lap. He still couldn't believe it was happening. But the feelings in his groin were real, and approaching the point of no return. He knew that if he didn't stop now he wouldn't be able to, but he didn't care. With his fingers clamped tight on the armrests, Jack jerked his hips up.

The preacher's wife was so engrossed with sucking a cock for the first time she didn't even realize when the first spurt of semen entered her mouth -- she kept sucking. But after the second one, she looked up with wide eyes at the man staring down at her. When the third load entered her mouth her head jerked back with such force it banged against the back of the seat in the next row.

Jack stared down at the stunned woman. Her lips were pressed tightly together and her cheeks puffed out. But Jack couldn't worry about it since he was in the middle of an orgasm. He quickly grabbed his cock just before it erupted again, spewing his white semen into the air. The preacher's wife's eyes followed the stream of sperm until she realized it was going to hit her. Shutting her eyes tight, she felt it splash onto her face. Her hands automatically went up, palms toward Jack, to protect her from more of the same. Jack smothered his cock with his other hand, capturing the rest of his sperm into his cupped palm.

Holding his shrinking cock, Jack looked down at the preacher's wife. She slowly dropped her hands and opened her eyes. Turning to the side, she lowered her head. Her lips parted and the slimy semen flowed in a long white stream until snapping and falling silently onto the floor. Then she spit a few times. Jack thought it was the most erotic thing he had ever seen -- the preacher's wife on her knees at his feet, some of his sperm on her face and in her hair, and his sperm pouring from her mouth.

The preacher's wife looked up at Jack, shocked at what she had done, her hands covering her face in shame. She quickly pulled her hands away and saw the white mess on her palm. She gasped and jumped to her feet, but froze when Jack's left foot slammed against the seat in front of him. She tried to climb over his leg but he grabbed her and flung her into her seat. She sat there in silence, rubbing the hip that bumped into the armrest, still tasting the sperm.

Jack wiped his sperm-covered hand on the seat cushion to his left, not caring if the next person to use it wasn't as careful as him. Then he looked at the preacher's wife trembling next to him and whispered, "That was great."

"Please let me go."

"Why, the movie is still on."

"I don't want to see it anymore. I just want to go home." Her head lowered and her eyes bored into her lap. "I don't know why I did that."

"Are you sorry you did?"

"Yes ... it was wrong."

"Why?"

"I'm married ... and it's a sin to enjoy sex."

"So you enjoyed it?" Jack asked with a glint in his eye. When she didn't answer he added, "Well, I enjoyed it."

The preacher's wife's head shot up and she studied the man next to her. The actors in the movies all seemed to enjoy having sex, but her husband didn't. Her parents were like that as well and, if it hadn't been for the fact that she was born, she would have thought they never had sex either. Since she was an only child she grew up thinking they tried it once and she was the result. But when she lay on her back in bed while her husband thrust his dick in and out of her, she had a desire to push back. She never did, knowing he would scold her for enjoying it. But this stranger said he did enjoy it.

"I liked it too," she admitted in a whisper hardly audible.

"Then let's enjoy the rest of the movie," Jack said, taking her left hand in his right.

The preacher's wife almost pulled her hand away, but she felt the need to hold his hand. She craved the intimacy that was missing in her life. Their clasped hands rested on her thigh, warming her body, making her feel loved -- and wicked.

While they watched the movie, Jack's hand gently squeezed hers. His hand was face up and hers down, fingers entwined. She allowed the intimacy and didn't even object when the back of his hand began sliding on her thigh. But when it pushed against the juncture of her tightly clenched legs, she yanked it away.

Jack noticed she didn't release his hand. He pulled her hand towards him and pressed it against the inside of his right thigh, and then switched hands, his left hand now on top of hers. Then he draped his right arm over her shoulders, pulling her body to him. She rested her head on his shoulder as if they were sweethearts. With his hand hanging over her shoulder, Jack cupped her breast. She tried to push his hand away with her free hand, but he was persistent and soon she relented.

It was the first time anyone caressed her breast. It surprised her that it felt good. But it did. Soon the preacher's wife was moaning softly, almost purring.

Jack's cock was still sticking out of his pants. He pulled the preacher's wife's hand from his thigh and laid it on his cock. Her hand automatically grasped it, squeezing it with her fingers. Jack's left hand was now free which he used to open the top buttons of the woman's button-down dress. Before the preacher's wife realized what was happening, Jack's right hand slipped into the now open dress onto her bra-covered tit. She lazily glanced down at the hand inside her dress and then her eyes went back to the screen. An actress was taking on two guys at once, one in her pussy and one in her mouth. When Jack's hand slipped under the bra and cupped her bare breast, the preacher's wife squeezed his cock harder. Even her husband had never fondled her breast.

Jack nudged her head off his shoulder and turned towards her, nibbling on her earlobe. She closed her eyes for a moment and swooned, succumbing to an arousal she had never felt and didn't understand. Jack's free hand went unnoticed as it unbuttoned the bottom part of her dress, from the hem to the waist. She was lost in the stimulus of his hand on her breast, his teeth nipping her earlobe and his tongue probing inside her ear canal, her hand on his now hard cock, and the fucking and sucking on the screen.