Inside Cinema l'Amour

In my series of real Montreal sex stories, I take you inside some of the city's most notorious sex clubs. Read on to find out how my husband and I pick up other  swinger couples, and get the details on how the action goes down when we play.

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“Let’s go,” PC whispers impatiently as we edge closer to the entrance. For once I’m happy it’s blistering cold: I’ve got the hood on my parka down so low over my eyes it’s a wonder I can walk straight. In two breaths I’m standing in front of two glass doors covered with porny sex posters, pulling the one on the right open with force, afraid to get stuck halfway in the doorway. Walking into this place always stresses me out – you never know who you might bump into on this trendy stretch of Saint-Laurent.... 

At the cash, a busty Goth chick in her late 20s smiles haggardly at us, crusty red lipstick framing her pout. “You been here before, right?” she says in French, with the faint trace of a Parisian accent. “Ouais,” PC replies, smiling mischievously as he hands over $35. Meanwhile, my eyes scan the theatre doors leading to the parterre. I remember two things clearly from the last time I had the guts to sit down there, in the section reserved for couples, right in the middle of the flock of horny men, pants unzipped, working their meat. The acrid smell of piss and the circling of those vultures, edging in closer, hoping to get in on a gang bang. Or maybe just a little cock sucking. Or something. Anything. 

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We make our way up the narrow red corridor leading to the balcony. The sharp echo of every step we take on the rickety wooden stairs makes me cringe. Fuck. Even in socks, there’s no way to make a discreet entrance or exit. When we get to the landing, we quickly survey the renovated couples’ area. The two private booths are taken -- and not by anybody interesting. “I guess we can wait here until one of them frees up,” I whisper to PC. He nods, taking a seat beside me. 

Thud. Creeeaak. Thud. (Repeat.) 

PC and I eye each other nervously. Three people coming up the stairs. A dirty grin spreads over his face as a hot couple accompanied by a heavy-set, elderly man, steps down to our left, on the second-level balcony. In the half-light, I can see the guy’s profile. He’s hot. Clean-shaven, strong Roman nose, dark head full of curly hair. Early thirties, I’d say. And horny. Unblinking, his eyes are fixed on the huge theater screen. He looks like he’s holding his breath, lips parted in anticipation. Standing a little ahead of him, she seems nervous, the way women get when they are embarrassed to be turned on. Fidgety. A somewhat startled look on her delicate face, wavy blonde hair framing it beautifully. 

“...and you’ll notice the detail in the plasterwork...” Uh huh. They’re taking the “architectural tour.” Yeah. The first time PC and I ventured into the Cinema, it was under the same pretext. Are they players? Only one way to be sure.... I start staring at the guy to get his attention. When he looks over, I wink at him while suggestively sucking my index finger. He starts, visibly surprised. In the reflected light of the giant screen I see his pupils dilate before he turns his eyes away for a moment. All of a sudden his girlfriend looks over at us, smiling hesitantly. PC and I smile back and hold their gaze. She breaks into a grin before they both turn away to follow the old man back down the stairs. “D’ya think they’ll be back?” I ask PC breathlessly. “Mmmmm, I hope so,” he says warmly, pulling me close. 

...To be continued (as early as this Friday if you ask nicely, lol!)