Some people wanted to hear more of my sex life adventures. So. . .One of my favorites is when my husband first took me to an adult theater. We walked into the theater and all the guys looked back and got up and started walking toward me. They all started groping me. I was nervous as it was, and all of them groping me wasn't helping. I almost ran out of the theater, and my husband followed me. He asked if I was okay. And I told him that I wasn't.

I told my husband I had to get some air. Once outside of the theater, my husband told me that he was sorry and that we could go home. I told my husband that I didn't want to go home. I was just nervous and overwhelmed by all the testosterone. My husband apologized again and told me we could leave and he wouldn't blame me. I told my husband that I didn't want to leave. I told my husband that what I was afraid of was that if we went back into the theater that I wouldn't be able to please all of the men.

I actually had to convince my husband to take me back into the theater. Once back in the theater, the men came at me again. This time my husband told them all to wait and that they would all be able to get sucked and fuck me. I'd worn a long sweater and just one of my husband's tank tops. I laid my sweater on the ground and the men surrounded me. I had cocks all around my face and in my mouth, and immediately had a guy between my legs sliding his cock in me.

Before I originally freaked out, I remembered counting 23 men in the theater. And we'd gone back in, it was about 11:30PM. Every guy I sucked fucked me and came inside of me. When the last guy in the theater came in me, I was filled and feeling pretty good. I felt that I had satisfied every man in the theater. I asked my husband what time it was when the last guy pulled out of me. It was 4:40AM. I asked my husband how many men had fucked me. He said that a total of 34 men had fucked me and came in me. and that some of them had fucked me two or three times. I asked him where the other men had come from, and he reminded me that there were three theaters, and that men who had been in the other two theaters had come over and fucked me.

My husband asked me how I felt, having just had 34 men fuck me. I told him I was a mess, but I felt really good. My face was shiny from the men who had cum in my mouth and on my face, my thighs were soaked, and my pussy was dripping cum. As I put on my sweater, I asked my husband about the one guy who I know had a bigger cock than all of the rest of them. And he smiled. When I asked him what he was smiling about, my husband told me that guy was waiting outside, and that he had invited him to come home with us.

When we walked out of the theater, a tall black man approached me and took my hand. He kissed my hand and then told me that I had the best pussy he'd every fucked. This tall black man introduced himself as Clive. And he told me that my husband had already given him our address, and that he couldn't wait to "pound that pussy again."

On the drive home, I asked my husband what he would have done had I told him that I was done and didn't want Clive again. My husband leaned over and kissed me, and he told me that he knew that I wouldn't. And he was right. Clive had been the best lover out of all the men that fucked me. His cock was huge, but he really knew how to use it. I know because I remembered him out of all the guys.

When we got to the house I told Clive that I should clean up. Clive told me that there was no reason to, because he was just going to cum in me again. We hadn't even gotten into the house when Clive grabbed my shoulder and turned me around. He had his cock out, and he told me to suck him, right then and there. So, I did. I hoped like hell that none of our neighbors were up and looking out their windows. If they were, they were getting a hell of a show.

Clive ended up fucking me five more times that morning. When Clive pulled out of me for the last time, it was 8AM. Clive wrote down his phone number and told me to give him a call if I ever wanted to get with him again. I told Clive that he had been amazing. And that it was a sure thing that he'd be called back again. Clive looked at my pussy, then he told my husband that there was a lot of cum in me, and that if he was going to be eating it, he'd like to watch.

My husband was between my legs in seconds. As my husband ate me out, Clive walked over and put his cock to my mouth. It was still half hard. I sucked him the entire time my husband ate me. When my husband finished eating me out, Clive asked me, "One more for the road?" And I said yes. As Clive slid his cock into me, he told my husband to kiss me. And he did. And I could taste the mixture of all the men's cum and my juices on his lips. And I liked it.

Clive came in me for the very last time, that morning, at 9:14AM. Clive told me and my husband that he had to get some sleep because he had to be at work at 2:PM. My husband asked me if I would mind if he slept here (at our house, in our bed.) I didn't say no. And I didn't want to. The three of us slept in our bed until 12:PM. That's when I felt Clive getting between my legs again. When he entered me, again, I was very happy that he'd stayed and not gone home to sleep.

After Clive came for the final time, he asked if he could shower before he left. And I said yes. Then he asked me to shower with him. My husband was so excited. And so was I. Clive and I ended up making love again in the shower, after I had sucked him again. When Clive left, my husband thanked me for all that I had done with all the guys at the theater, but mostly because of all that I did with and for Clive. I told my husband that Clive deserved it, and so did he. My husband then asked if I ever wanted to go back to the theater. I told him that I needed to rest, but we could go again that night, if he wanted to. That was when we received a text from Clive, asking if he could come over again when he got off work. That's when I told my husband that the theater would have to wait until the next time.