It took me a while to accept to myself but I've been bisexual all my life. My first sexual experiences were with a male friend and since then I've had more gay sex than straight. My wife and I got together when I was playing around with both men and women, so she's always understood that although I love her and have great sex with her she can't meet my need for contact with men. Anyway, about 18 months ago I started experimenting with wearing her clothes, and after deciding that I loved indulging my alter ego 'Rachel' I started to buy my own lingerie. Finally, I got up the guts to tell her (well I texted her a selfie in her clothes). The wife was a bit surprised as I'd never shown any interest in cross dressing. To be honest, so was I...it seemed I'd fallen into wearing women's clothes almost by accident. Anyway, after a bit of a hear to heart, Mrs agreed that I could meet occasional men when she was away as long as I told her (in general terms) what I was up to. She even gave me a few make up tips to help me out. So it was that about a year ago Mrs went to see her mum and I'd decided to visit the Empire Cinema Club in Huddersfield. I had a great day the day before shopping for new lingerie and getting a full back and chest wax. On Saturday morning, I slipped on my sheer black brazilian briefs and fishnet holdups under my boy clothes and jumped on the train to Huddersfield. The lacy material under my jeans felt absolutely fantastic, particularly as the the gusset of the briefs ran up my arse crack. I had a bit of lunch at the station pub loving the fact that the stag and hen parties on their way into Leeds had no idea I was women's underwear and was going to find some action. At the grotty ticket slot I paid up and made may way into the gloom. Looking around the main cinema there were a few old men furtively touching themselves as they watched a girl getting pounded from behind on the screen. In the freezing loos I slipped into my favourite dress...a 50's style gingham number with netting under the skirt, pulled on my three inch heeled strappy sandles and fixed my make up...pink lippy, silver eye shadow and heavy eye liner; then out I minced. I walked around a bit wiggling my hips hoping to attract a bit of attention. In the smaller room I watched some rough sex on the screen (wishing I was the girl in the collar and lead being led round by her master on her hands and knees and servicing a group of men). I made sure that all the other punters could see me working my 7 inch cock through my panties. It was so hard I thought I was going to explode but none of the codgers seemed to like girly men. Back in the main cinema I stood by the door with my skirt hitched up so that anyone passing could see my stocking tops and my tight, naked buns. Sure enough, after a couple of minutes I felt breath on my neck and hand running round my stocking tops. I shivered in anticipation and pushed my arse backwards. Taking the cue, my new friend started to grab my arse and push his crotch against my back. Nibbling m year he whispered 'Do you want to go to the toilets?' I was a bit disappointed as I was keen to put on a show but thought, 'What the hell' and breathed 'Whatever you want hunny' in my best slut voice. Turning around, my friend was about 65, short and fat and wearing dirty jeans and tee shirt - just my type! In the toilets he pushed me into a tiny cubicle that stank of piss and started to rub me through my dress and pinch my nipples. He kissed me hard and I thought I'd either cum in my pants or collapse. He kept saying over and over again 'What a dirty girl; sexy, dirty girl'. I undid his belt and pulled down his y-fronts, dropped to my knees and swallowed his cock. It was about average size, and was twitching in my mouth. I could taste the musky flavour of his pre cum as I made sure I took right down to the hilt so I could feel the thick hair on his stomach and round his cock tickling my face. I was just really getting going and I could quickly feel his cock twitching at the point of no return but after only about a minute he pulled out of my mouth and lifted me back to my feet. He turned me round and bent me over the cistern. I said 'I won't let you fuck me' (I'd promised mrs')....I needn't have worried...without another word he grunted and came all over my stocking tops. Turning me round he kissed me and said 'thank you' before zipping up and walking out. Wiping up a bit, but not all, of his seed I went back out into the cinema to find more fun. Back in the main room I sat down in the back row next to a properly skanky guy with his hands down his pants. I could smell his BO; he can't have showered for days and that sent me wild. Hitching up my skirt again I started wanking. I was giving Mr BO the eye and licking my lips but he just ignored me. So I just kept wanking... To my left, standing at the door was a guy in a business suit with his whopper hanging out. It was as thick as my wrist and about 9 inches. When I looked up he growled 'Wank it'; I was only too happy to oblige. Of course, what's a girl to do when they've got an enormous cock at mouth height?... I slipped the head into my mouth....and Mr Business stepped away saying 'I don't do that'. Oh fuck , was I never going to get a mouthful of cum? I'd kinda twisted myself around to suck off Mr Business , so my bare arse was in the air, and joy I felt mr BO's hand working inside my pants and his finger stroking my arsehole. Mmmmm that felt good. I turned round and he'd undone his jeans and gestured me over. Thank god. I clambered over the seats so that I was in the row in front and I could lean over to get my head between his legs (and wiggle my ass for all to see as I worked on his cock). I took his semi erect, and rather small, cock in my mouth and started working on it for all I was worth. His boxers smelled of stale piss and sweat; which had me pretty much cumming as I serviced him. Soon he was growing to full stiffness; barely a mouthful but oh the smell and the seediness. After about five minutes he started to work my head really ramming me down onto his weiner and then 'boom' with no warning he came torrents of sticky, salty cum into my mouth which I gratefully swallowed. Just as I was licking my lips, my cock (which had been at attention for my whole visit) exploded without me touching it, spreading cum all over my panties up my belly and covering the netting on my lovely dress. Looking up there were several men looking my way and wanking themselves furiously but I was done for the afternoon. On the train home I knew that I needed more....Mrs and I were going to have a conversation about whether I could find a regular friend who'd treat me bad, share me with their friends, and punish me when I didn't meet their expectations...