“Theater is on your left, enjoy!” the elderly man said with a wink in his voice.

I cringed and tried to bury my face inside the pink scarf wrapped around my neck. I recognized the ticket-checker from the town diner we ate at this morning. My husband’s hometown was a small one in Idaho. Less than a thousand people. The type of farmers’ town where everyone knows everyone.

“Thanks,” my husband said and guided me to the left.

“This is so weird,” I whispered to Matt, “I can’t believe we’re doing this. Have you done this before?”

“Once, just before moving to Chicago,” he replied.

I smiled, shaking my head, “So weird.”

The outside world might see me as a quiet introvert, but my husband knew once I was alone with him in the bedroom, I was a dirty slut who would do things that would make a whore blush. But that was in private. This was a movie theater. It was the day before Christmas Eve tradition here. While the town movie theater played the latest films and family movies on Christmas and Christmas Eve, tonight at midnight, they played ‘Christmas-themed adult films.’

“Oh my God, there’s so many people,” I whispered as we sat and hugged Matt’s arm to my body. It was a small theater, of course. Most seats were full.

“I know, isn’t this great?” Matt winked at me and caressed my inner thigh in that way he knew always made me horny. I playfully glared at him just as the first short film began.

It took place in Santa’s workshop and involved an unbelievably attractive Mrs. Clause and several handsy elves. The more clothes came off, the redder my cheeks became. My embarrassment peaked about ten minutes in and subsided for arousal. The woman’s moans as the many cocks entered her excited me, watching it in public with men all around made me horny, and, of course, my husband didn’t make things any easier as his hand deepened its massage on my inner thigh.

Then there was the man.

“Matt, he’s staring at me again,” I mumbled into my husband’s shoulder.

The middle-aged man to my left increasingly grew less interested in the orgy on screen and focused on the extended cleavage my red dress offered him.

“Why don’t you give him a show? He clearly likes what he sees,” Matt said.

“Stop it,” I nudge him, “Don’t even joke about that.”

“What?” he said with a wry smile, “Look where we are. We’re all horny sex freaks here. No one's going to say anything. That’s the beauty of this quiet tradition.”

I gave him a look, half thinking he was joking, but he shrugged as if to say it was up to me. There was a bulge in Matt’s pants where his erection strained against the fabric. We both had voyeur kinks, among many others, that we never acted on (and never planned on acting on).

Oh, what the hell.

Without looking away from the screen, I pulled the loose neck of my top down, exposing my left breast. I only meant to do it for a hot second, but the cool air on my hard nipple felt so good I pulled them both out.

To my surprise, the man responded by reaching over and groping my left breast. My heart drummed in my chest. I looked to my husband with a mix of exhilaration and shock on my face. Matt smiled reassuringly. Things escalated quickly from there.

A man behind me I hadn’t even seen reached over my right shoulder to grope my other breast. He squeezed and pinched my tit rougher than the other man.

“Oooh…” I moaned. The two men seated ahead of me glanced over their shoulders, and I sunk deeper into my seat.

I glanced at my husband, but he was already flinging the skirt of my dress up and swiping his fingers over my moist pussy lips. We shared a smile as my nervousness slowly melted away, and I surrendered to the moment.

Matt fingered me to orgasm in barely over a minute—he knew my buttons too well.

“Ugh, Fuck…” I cried, clapping a hand over my mouth. My curse ignited movement.

Men stood. Zippers unzipped. And hands descended upon me.

A hard cock from the row behind me pushed over my shoulder, and I took it in my mouth without hesitation. The man to my left grabbed my right ankle as he fed his shaft inside me.

“Mmmm… Shit…” I moaned around the dick in my mouth.

Clothing was pulled away from my body. I leaned forward as my jacket was removed, and the man fucking my pussy bucked harder, making a clapping sound in the theater. A hand pulled my scarf away as my head bobbed on the cock I sucked until his milky semen bathed my tongue.

“Ahh ahh ahh oh, fuck!” I screamed as I came again and felt the other man shoot his load in my pussy.

Another man stepped forward, feeding his enormous cock inside me—a line had formed. The theater watched me now instead of the film.

“Oh, fuck me!” I cried. Hands squeezed my bouncing tits from behind while hard dicks pointed at my mouth from multiple angles, each waiting their turn.

For over an hour, I choked on cocks, while others filled my pussy with their cum. Finally, I was naked and on my hands and knees at the front of the theater below the screen. After having been spit-roasted by one guy fucking my ass and another face fucking me while yanking on my hair, I was spasming from yet another orgasm.

A circle of middle-aged men surrounded me as they stroked their cocks. Load after load splashed over my large tits, ass, and mouth. The last cock was my husband’s throbbing shaft. He grinned devilishly down at me as he squirted his thick, milky load down my face.

This truly was a white Christmas.