"Two adult," I had to smile as I said it but quickly composed myself and finished, "for fatal attraction."

The theater was really nice.  It was fairly new and The Villages, a retirement community, had done a very nice job of choosing businesses of class for its community.

"Want anything to eat or drink?" I knew we were early and that we'd be sitting in the theater for a while waiting for our dates.

‘Dates’, I thought it odd to even think this, but it’s pretty accurate.

 "I don't think I could eat anything," My wife had that sheepish grin as she shook her head no, and then added, "but, I could sure go for something to drink."

"You nervous?"  I smiled at her, almost expecting her to say she wanted to leave.

"Of course," she didn't hesitate to answer, then she asked, "aren't you?"

"A little," I honestly answered, but then added, "but excited too."

"Me too," my wife had spoken but it was so soft that she realized that I hadn't understood, so she repeated a little louder, "nervous and excited too."

"Two medium sprites," I couldn't help but notice the slim young lady working behind the counter and wondered if someone like her would be sitting next to me soon.  Then I looked at my wife and wondered if she'd be pleased with the guy that was soon to be sitting by her, "sure you don't want popcorn?"

"No," my wife shook her head and added, "I know we won't be kissing or anything like that but I don't want to have anything in my teeth distracting me."

"Hey," I looked at her and grinned, "the butter might come in handy though."

"Oh, you," she was laughing now as she slugged my arm, "you want to buy some for your date?"

"Maybe," I shrugged my shoulders and liked her use of the word date, "nice slick hands can really be nice."

"I can't believe we're really doing this," my wife spoke as we sat down in the comfortable seats in the upper left corner of the theater as agreed, "I bet they don't show up."

"They'll show," I sounded more confident than I really was, "he saw your picture," I put my arm around my wife and kissed her cheek and let my hand brush her sweater over her great, bra-less, breast, "he wouldn't want to miss his chance with these."

I took a moment and looked at my wife and realized I was probably right about the guy drooling over her photo.  For middle aged folks we were in great shape and pretty good looking.

"That's them," my wife quickly pushed my hand away as she nodded toward the couple who just entered the theater, "that's him."

They appeared about as nervous as we were.

The guy was even taller than I’d thought from his description and photo and I couldn’t help glancing at my wife and enjoying her pleasure as she watched him ascend the steps.

And the wife was hot.  Slender, gorgeous long legs, pretty face, hey, what more could I ask for?

"Are you really sure?"  I asked one last time before it was too late to back out.

"I'm sure," my wife nervously twitched in her seat as she spoke, "if you are."

"Hi," I extended my hand to the man as the couple reached the top of the steps and started down the aisle to us, "Ted, right?"

"Yes," the man answered as he reached out and shook my hand briefly, then offered his hand to my wife, "and you must be Jean."

I heard my wife say something about the same time that I extended my hand now to the very attractive woman, "Tina, right?"

"Un huh," the woman had a nervous, but cute, smile as she let her hand rest in mine, "good to meet you Jim."

It was a very nervous moment for all of us and the only thing that seemed to be perfectly maneuvered was the way my wife switched to the seat beside Ted and Tina sat down between me and my wife.  If anyone had been watching they wouldn't have noticed the switch of partners.

 It was almost as if we’d rehearsed it.  But then, in a way, we had.  We’d all four attended the interview with the couple who thought of and formed this club.  We’d all four been made aware of, and agreed to, the rules, limits, and conditions of these dates.

The awkward and nervous silence reminded me of my teenage dates so many years ago.  But then, that was one of the attractions for us old married couples to do this, wasn’t’ it?

 I think we were all thankful for the previews to finally come on and lights to dim slightly.

 I finally decided to take advantage of my years of experience and not act like an adolescent.  I could smell her perfume.  I leaned over to her and whispered in her ear that she smelled wonderful.

 She showed her appreciation, not in words, but by leaning her head over onto my shoulder and reaching over to my lap and placing her hand on mine.

 So innocent, so simple, but, oh, so intoxicating.

 I placed my left hand over hers now and slid my right hand out from under her left one and placed my right arm around her shoulders and pulled her even a bit closer.

 Her hand was now resting on my upper thigh just inches from the bulge that was already forming in my pants.

My right hand was over her shoulder with that same proximity to her breast and I could feel her chest begin to rise and fall a bit faster than it had previously.  And the previews of coming attractions hadn’t even finished yet.

 As I turned my head to give my date an appreciative kiss on the head, and inhaling the unfamiliar scent of shampoo, I noticed that the other couple, my wife and her husband, had moved a bit closer together, too.

 I didn’t know which had stimulated me more, the smell, feel, and closeness of this attractive woman I was allowed liberties with, or the sight and knowledge that my wife of so many years was being allowed those same liberties with this man she’d only met a few moments ago.

Almost the moment the main attraction began, so did the action in the back row of the Rialto theater.

 We’d been told that movies aren’t nearly as long when you want them to last and that being timid and slow would only deny you some of your fun.

I raised my right hand back up from my date’s chest a bit and felt the soft flesh of her shoulder above the low neckline of her blouse.  I explored her skin and allowed my fingers to explore down inside her blouse ever so slightly each time I rubbed in that direction.

 I felt her hand move, under my left hand, on my thigh and I guided it along as it tested my acceptance of it moving higher.

In one motion she adjusted herself in her seat and reached up with her right hand and, grabbing my right wrist, she pulled down softly allowing my right hand to slip down into her blouse and onto her bare right breast.

 In appreciation I pulled her left hand slowly, but firmly, up and onto my hardening penis.

I don’t know what felt better, her breast in my hand or her hand on me?  But, whichever, it was so sexy, so exciting, so very wonderful.

I decided to not multi-task and concentrated on her breast.  It was the first breast, other than my wife’s, that I’d had the pleasure of experiencing in so many years and I wanted to savor it completely.

But I was soon distracted by her small hand exploring my, now completely rigid penis in a similar way as I had been exploring her breast.

“It’s a bit unfair for you to have complete access and me to have a cloth barrier.”  My date had been so close to my ear as she whispered that I could feel her breath.

In answer, I reluctantly removed my arm from around her shoulder and, with both hands, quickly and silently opened my fly allowing her hand complete access to whatever she desired.

I quickly replaced my arm around her and slipped my hand back into her blouse and onto her wonderful breast.

As I felt her warm hand grab my cock, I twisted my body just enough to allow my left hand to move onto her left leg and begin moving up her thigh,

No stockings, no panty hose, and I hoped, as had been suggested in the interview, no panties.

And this lady was good at taking suggestions.  Her pubic hair felt so soft, almost like silk on my fingers.

The fingers on my right hand were on fire with the pleasure of her hard nipple, the fingers of my left hand were now enjoying the wetness of a hardening, large, clitoris like I hadn’t experienced in years, and my cock felt the pleasures of a hand, fairly expert in fondling my cock.

I’d seen this movie before.  I pretty much knew the scenes and when I took a moment to regain my senses enough to listen and find out how far it had gone, I was shocked.  It was well over three-fourths over already.  The couple who owned cinemasex.com weren’t kidding about time going fast.

While I had my senses about me I glanced at the other couple and noticed them in a similar situation as we were in.  The man had one hand up under my wife’s sweater and the other up under her skirt.  My wife, as his wife was, had both her hands on his hard cock and she was jacking him off with an obvious intent of making him ejaculate for her.

I decided it was time to make sure my date totally enjoyed herself and began to slide into her vagina more each time I went down from her clitoris.  And each time I slipped my fingers into her smooth, wet, vagina I pinched her nipple a little harder.

Her skirt was now up to her waist and I could see her beautiful pubic hair in the dim light of the theater.   I watched as my fingers were now finger fucking her with determination and could hear and see her wetness as they went in and out.

I could also smell the fragrance that only comes from a woman in complete abandonment.  But this new and distinct fragrance was combined with one more familiar as well.

As I felt her pelvis begin to buck up with each of my thrusts of my fingers I looked up to make sure that our actions weren’t attracting any unwanted attention.  We were safe.  I began to bring my sweet date to her ultimate pleasure through my use of my fingers.  She helped me by using her right hand on her clitoris as I continued my insertions of my two fingers in her wet vagina and on her G-spot.

And, talk about climaxing together?  I felt my date buck up violently and moan as her orgasm overtook her just about the same time I heard my wife’s, so familiar, groans of pleasure in the seats beside us.

As my date began to come down from her heaven, I felt her hand begin to stroke my cock again.

I removed my hand from her vagina and let my other hand rest comfortably on her breast now.

I leaned back a little in my seat and just watched her as she jacked off my cock with her left hand and explored my testicles with her right.

I alternated watching my date’s hands, and my wife’s hands on the man sitting three seats over from me.  Both ladies were fairly expert in their labor and both actions were equally as stimulating to me.  He came first.  I watched as he raised his pelvis from his chair and his abundant cum spread over my wife’s perfect hands.  I wasn’t far behind, but instead of just flowing, my cum shot out and onto the back of the seat in front of us and some on the pants leg of my jeans.

It was over now.  We all four knew the rules.  No snuggling, no savoring the after glow, no intimacies with the other spouse.

We’d all managed to rearrange our clothing just in time for the lights to come on and credits to run. And I couldn’t help but think that between the previews of coming attractions and the credits, so much fun had taken place.  What a way to experience a movie.

As had happened when we’d taken our seats, when we all rose and the ladies maneuvered back to their own spouse in a way nobody could have noticed.  Ted and I simply shook hands and thanked each other.

My wife smiled, almost blushing, and thanked Ted, then she hugged Tina and whispered something in her ear that made Tina smile and hug back.

I took both of Tina’s hands in mine and winked at her as I told her how totally wonderful she was. We all walked in silence down the steps to the entrance aisle, then as my wife and I turned to exit to the left, Ted and Tina turned to exit to the right.