Surprise Cuckolding in a Movie Theater (Patreon)

Caleb lifted the massive tub of popcorn to his nose and breathed in the wondrous scent of the freshly-applied butter concoction that all movie theaters seemed to use. That smell of fake butter and cheap popcorn brought a smile to his face as he grabbed a handful of salt packets and the massive soda he’d ordered and made his way to the theater.

The trailers were already playing but Caleb spotted his brunette wife sitting in the back row, just where she said she’d be. There was a guy sitting next to Brie, though, and it wasn’t someone Caleb recognized. Why would a stranger choose the seat next to his wife in an almost entirely empty theater?

Caleb ascended the stairs and noted with mild annoyance that Brie was so engaged in conversation with the stranger that she didn’t notice his approach.

“Hey,” Caleb said as he sat down and slipped the soda into the drink holder.

“Hey,” Brie said. “This is Terry. Terry, this is my husband Caleb.”

“Hey Terry,” Caleb said. He waited a few moments for an explanation of who the man sitting next to his wife was and why he was sitting there, but none was offered. Caleb was certain he’d never seen Terry before, though. He didn’t want to be overtly rude, though, so he held back on asking why a stranger was sitting with them.

“That’s a lot of popcorn you have there, Caleb,” Terry commented with a smile on his face. “Did you forget to eat breakfast this morning?”

Brie laughed as Caleb stared at his wife. Why was she giggling so delightedly? They always got the massive popcorn. They almost never finished it, but they always got it.

“Hilarious,” Caleb said.

“Don’t be rude, honey,” Brie shot back. “It is a lot of popcorn.”

“We always get the big popcorn,” Caleb replied, though he wasn’t thrilled with the whiny quality of his voice.

“I’ve never had the popcorn here,” Terry said. “Is it good?”

“It is,” Caleb replied.

Terry extended his long arm, grabbed the tub of popcorn, and placed it in his lap. He dug his fingers into the treat Caleb had paid for and shoved it into his mouth.

“You’re right,” he said. “It’s damn good.”

Caleb waited for Terry to return the popcorn, but the tub never made its way back to him.

“You want some?” Terry asked Brie.

“I’d love some,” she replied before reaching over and grabbing a handful of the freshly-buttered treat.

“Would you pass me the soda?” Terry asked.

Brie grabbed the Coke from Caleb’s cup holder and passed it to Terry, who took a long sip. Brie placed it in the cup holder next to the complete stranger and then directed her gaze towards the screen to watch the next trailer.

Caleb stared in stunned silence. He waited for his wife or the stranger sitting next to her say something, but neither did. Instead, they continued to enjoy the popcorn and soda he’d bought as they watched the trailers.

Eventually, Caleb found his voice. “What’s going on here?” he asked.

Brie looked at him and smiled. “What do you mean?”

“Who is this guy? Why is he sitting next to you? Why is he eating my popcorn and drinking my soda?” Caleb asked.

Terry turned and smiled at Caleb. “Do you want your popcorn back?” he asked.

“Yes, and I’d like you to go find another seat. The theater’s almost entirely empty and I’d like to enjoy a movie with my wife, not my wife and some asshole,” Caleb said.

Terry seemed unfazed by Caleb’s insult. “What if I’d like to enjoy a movie with your wife, Caleb?” he asked.

Caleb stared at Terry for a few moments and turned his gaze to Brie. He figured she would step in and tell the man that was ruining their movie date to leave. Instead, Brie smiled at her husband and leaned a little closer to Terry.

“Do you know him?” Caleb asked. “Is this some kind of prank? Are you two fucking with me?”

“We just met,” Brie said. “I promise. I like him, though. I think it might be fun to watch a movie with him.”

Caleb gripped his seat in frustration and watched Terry lift the soda out of his cup holder and transfer it to the other side of his seat. He lifted the armrest between him and Brie and put his arm around her. She slid closer to the stranger – who Caleb couldn’t help but notice was a rather large man – and they cuddled up like they were on a date.

Brie leaned into Terry and grabbed a small handful of popcorn as they both turned their eyes to the screen. The previews were over and the movie they’d come to see was beginning, but Caleb couldn’t pull his attention away from his wife and the man that was clearly trying to take her from him.

“Terry, I want you to leave,” Caleb said. “Find another seat.”

“Caleb,” Terry said as his eyes remained fixed on the screen, “I’m going to stay right where I am. If your wife wants me to leave I’ll happily do so. Until then, I’m going to enjoy having my arm around a beautiful brunette at the movies. If you want to try and make me leave you’re welcome to do so, but I think we both know that won’t end well for you.”

Brie smiled and leaned a little closer to Terry, signaling that she had no intention of asking him to leave.

Caleb considered trying to make Terry leave, but there was no question he’d lose that confrontation. Terry was tall and muscular in a way that Caleb had never been and it was a foregone conclusion that he’d win in a direct physical confrontation.

Caleb’s only hope was that Brie would tell the other man to leave, but for some reason she didn’t seem willing to do so. He wondered if he’d insulted or angered his wife in some way and she was now exacting her revenge. Caleb couldn’t remember the last time they’d fought, though, and he couldn’t remember doing anything that would have upset her to the point that she would damn near give herself to another man in a movie theater.

Without any real options, Caleb gave up. He figured he’d try and make it through the movie without issue and ask Brie about it afterwards.

“Can I have some popcorn?” he asked.

“No,” Terry said. “Your wife and I are going to share it. If you want some, go get your own.”

Brie laughed before reaching across Terry’s body to grab the soda and take a long sip from the straw. She offered it to the man that still had his arm around her and Terry took a sip before Brie put the drink back in its cup holder. She let her fingers linger on his arm for a moment and a smile crossed her face.

Caleb couldn’t take it. He got up and left. He paced back and forth in the lobby for a few minutes, but the idea that Brie might do something with Terry ultimately drove him back towards the theater. What if she was kissing him? What if something else was happening?

None of that seemed likely, but Caleb couldn’t wait outside the theater for two hours. Instead, he did as Terry had suggested and got a small popcorn and a soda and headed back inside.

There was a loud action scene unfolding on screen as Caleb headed for the back row, but it couldn’t capture his attention anywhere near as effectively as the sight of his wife kissing Terry.

The stranger still had his arm around Brie, but now they were locked in a full-on make out session like a couple of teenagers on their first date. Their eyes were closed, their mouths were open, and even from the edge of the row it was obvious they were using plenty of tongue.

Filled with jealousy and more than a little anger, Caleb strode towards his wife and the man she was kissing and loudly sat next to them.

The kiss ended and Brie looked over with a giddy smile on her face. “Hey honey,” she said. There was no sense of remorse on her face or in her voice. If anything it was the exact opposite.

“Brie, can you please stop this?” Caleb asked. “I don’t know what I did, but I’m sorry. I’m sorry I upset you or disappointed you. I’m sorry for whatever I did to motivate what you’re doing. I really am.”

Caleb expected his wife to relent. He expected her to tell Terry to leave so they could talk about whatever Caleb had done to upset her.

Instead, Terry worked his fingers under Brie’s tight t-shirt. His hand moved up her stomach and he played with her breasts as she smiled and turned her attention away from Caleb.

Once again Caleb watched his wife make out with another man, only now he was watching that man play with his wife’s tits. Through the thin, tight material of her shirt Caleb saw Terry slip his fingers into Brie’s bra. He listened to his wife’s quiet moans as the other man found her nipple and played with it. He watched someone else work to arouse Brie. He watched Terry succeed in that task.

“You really know what you’re doing,” Brie said between kisses.

“Yes I do,” Terry replied.

To Caleb’s dismay, his wife’s hand moved between Terry’s legs. She found what seemed to be a rather large bulge and began to stroke it as they resumed kissing.

Caleb sat there with his popcorn between his legs. He sat there and did nothing as his wife stroked another man’s cock. A sense of humiliation enveloped his body, mostly because he refused to do anything. Terry could have kicked his ass with ease, but Caleb wasn’t even willing to try and stop Brie from openly cheating on him.

“Take it out,” Terry said.

Brie didn’t hesitate. She unzipped Terry’s pants and her fingers moved inside. It took a few moments, but she freed his cock. Brie took him in her hand and stroked Terry as they kissed again. Caleb watched his wife’s mouth open to accept the other man’s tongue. He listened to her moan, though he wasn’t sure why. Was it because Terry was so large? Was it because he was such a good kisser?

Caleb watched in horror as his wife’s head dropped into Terry’s lap. He saw a smile cross the other man’s face. He heard Terry groan. Brie was giving a blowjob. She was giving a blowjob to a total stranger and she was doing it right in front of him.

Caleb felt glued to his seat. For some reason he couldn’t do anything. He couldn’t tell his wife to stop. He couldn’t pull her from Terry’s cock. He couldn’t stop her from humiliating him by offering her mouth to a total stranger.

“Your wife’s incredible, Caleb,” Terry said. “Fucking incredible.”

Caleb wanted to punch the asshole. He wanted to strangle him. He wanted to scream at him. He wanted to do anything other than sit and watch as his wife’s head bobbed up and down in the other man’s lap.

He did nothing. He sat there and watched with the popcorn resting between his legs and an overwhelming sense of anxiety coursing through his body.

“Brie, please,” Caleb said weakly.

She didn’t respond, though. She didn’t even acknowledge his presence. She continued sucking cock. She continued to blow Terry, a man she’d just met. She continued to give head to a stranger while Caleb sat there.

“I’m gonna cum,” Terry announced.

Brie kept sucking. Her head moved up and down a little faster and she moved a hand between Terry’s legs, presumably to help him to a more pleasurable orgasm.

Caleb could have pulled his eyes away from the oral spectacle unfolding in front of him. He could have watched the movie. He could have walked out of the theater and filed for divorce. He didn’t, though. He kept his eyes on the back of his wife’s head and on the man she was blowing. He watched the pleasure on Terry’s face.

Her head stopped moving as Terry grunted and groaned. He was cumming in Brie’s mouth. Caleb’s wife was taking another man’s load on his tongue.

“Fuck,” Terry said. “Take it all. Take my load.”

His orgasm seemed to go on forever, like he was emptying a month’s worth of cum into Brie’s mouth. Her lips were closed tightly when she finally sat up. She turned to Caleb and leaned closer. He recoiled and watched as she popped the top off his drink and spit the entirety of Terry’s load into his soda.

Terry laughed as Brie leaned into the other man once again. He pulled her close and reached over to unbutton her pants and push his hand into her panties.

Brie moaned and her hips pushed upwards. Terry must have found her clit. Caleb could see the other man’s hand working in her panties. He could see someone else pleasuring his wife. He could see the look of joy on Brie’s face. Again he did nothing. He sat there. He watched.

“Drink your soda, Caleb,” Terry said.

“No,” Caleb replied. “No way.” He wasn’t going to drink Terry’s cum. Not in a million years.

“Do it,” Terry demanded as his other hand grasped Brie’s breast through her t-shirt. “Take a nice big drink of your soda while I play with your wife’s pussy.”

“No. Fuck you,” Caleb said.

“Drink my cum, Caleb,” Terry said. “Drink my cum or I’m going to take your wife to my car and pump another load into her pussy.”

Brie moaned and Caleb watched a smile cross his wife’s face. The idea seemed to thrill her, but it was the last thing Caleb wanted.

He pulled the top off his drink and tossed it on the floor. Some of Terry’s cum still rested on top of the soda.

“Do it, Caleb,” Terry said. “Take a big gulp. Make sure you taste my cum.”

Caleb picked up the drink as Brie opened her eyes. She smiled at him but he couldn’t tell if he was about to make a huge mistake and forever change the way she saw him.

“Do it,” Terry said. “Drink my cum and show your wife what kind of man you really are. Drink my cum or I’m going to pump a load directly into her needy pussy. Drink my cum and I’ll make her cum right here instead of in my car. She’s needy right now, Caleb. She needs an orgasm. She’ll go with me. I know she will. You know it too. She’ll go with me and spread her legs in my backseat. She’ll invite me inside her. She’ll beg me to cum inside her after I give her the orgasm she needs. You know she will.”

Caleb lifted the cup to his lips and paused for a moment. Brie’s gaze met his and she offered a subtle nod. She wanted him to do it. She wanted him to drink a total stranger’s cum.

Caleb tilted the cup and the cummy soda poured into his mouth. The salty, sweet taste was mildly unpleasant but the smile on his wife’s face was surprisingly delightful.

“Swallow,” Terry said. “Swallow my cum.”

Caleb closed his mouth and swallowed. He submitted to the humiliating act. He took another man’s cum into his stomach.

Terry pulled his fingers from Brie’s pussy, stood up, and said, “Let’s go.”

She buttoned up her pants, took his hand, and stood up.

“She’ll be back in a little while,” Terry said.

“Wait. I did what you wanted. Why are you leaving?” Caleb asked.

“Caleb, your wife just watched you swallow another man’s cum,” Terry said as he pulled Brie closer. “She’ll never look at you the same way, which means she certainly won’t be letting you fuck her. Not anymore. Not after your performance today.”

“But…but,” Caleb protested.

“I’m going to take your wife to my car and fuck her,” Terry explained. “I’m going to make her cum like she needs and I’m going to cum inside her. I’m going to give her my number and tell her to call me whenever she needs a real man to fuck her. Then I’m going to send her back to you. After that, she’s all yours.”

Terry took Brie’s hand and led her out of the aisle, down the stairs, and out of the theater. Caleb sat there with the taste of soda and cum in his mouth and a small tub of popcorn still wedged between his legs.

He could have followed, but he didn’t. He could have tried to stop his wife from fucking someone else in the parking garage, but he didn’t.

Instead, Caleb sat there and watched the movie. He ate his popcorn. He drank more of the cum-flavored soda. He waited for her to return. Terry was right. There was no point in fighting it. Brie had watched him drink another man’s cum. She wouldn’t be able to see him in the same way anymore. In the span of 30 minutes their marriage had changed forever.

The only thing left to do was wait and see how significantly things had changed.