Play Time

Chapter 1

I sat in the darkness toward the middle of the auditorium as the scene unfolded. The sounds had that hollow ring that you get in an empty theatre. The rehearsal lights cast unequal shadows on the characters on stage. The woman was tall and slim, her breasts crisply defined under the clinging dress. Her legs, long and shapely, towering up from high heels, were visible where the long skirt parted. Long, dark hair coiled high on her head, made her look even taller in the way of movie stars in the thirties. Her hand on her hip and her angled elbow gave the impression of casual confidence as the out-thrust hip parted the skirt.

She delivered her lines in a full, rich voice accustomed to the stage setting. At least, so it would have seemed to the casual observer. On the other hand, I was aware that she had been away from the stage for years. I hardly recognized her as my wife, so strong was the wanton image she projected. Nor would I have imagined her capable of doing this scene slowly easing her dress down from her shoulders before a virtual stranger. Not only that, but other cast members stood around gazing with rapt attention on the two lovers at center stage.

I felt like an intruder, that I should not be here observing the intimacy of the scene. A noticeable lump formed in my throat as the shimmering dress inched down bare arms exposing milk white shoulders marred only by white bra straps. She caught it there and looked at her lover, teasing him, tempting his eyes.

As he replied, she dropped the dress to her hips, stealing the scene with the appearance of lacy bra cups clinging to perky breasts. It was unfair. Not an eye in the theatre would notice that another actor was on the stage; not an ear would here his plaintive line. Even he stumbled over the line, distracted by the taut, lovely fullness of the bra cups, and the beauty of the curving underside of neat, perfect breasts.

Sue was in full command now. The dress clung seductively to her full hips as she delivered her line. The angle of her arms was as graceful as a Grecian statue as she released the catch of her bra. The cups seemed not to want to leave her breasts and hung until her hand stripped them from their position. She paused, holding the still shapely bra and then slowly released it onto the chaise behind her. Those pretty breasts that I had had to myself until now were displayed in their classic glory and seemed to pick up the light from overhead and make it warmer.

The actress shrugged slightly and the dress slipped down nylon-clad legs and pooled at her feet. Her tummy was a trim, graceful little bulge leading into a particularly prominent Venus mound truly reminiscent of the Venus de Milo.

The actor turned away, his hand to his head.

"Sorry.. sorry.. I need to break away a moment!" The entire crew laughed at his discomfort. I noticed him hitching his pants to ease the erection she had raised in him.

I slumped back into my seat, suddenly aware just how tense I had become craning forward over the seatback in front of me. My own erection was now fully obvious as it tugged at my pubic hair. I shifted my trousers a little to be less confining. I noticed a tiny bit of perspiration on my upper lip. Curiously, I felt a strange excitement knowing that the actor opposite my wide was lusting for her.

The director soon got everyone back in their places and the scene continued.

Standing in lace panties and stockings held up by a trim garter belt, she took his hand. She drew him to the chaise and then sat down. She raised her arms to invite him closer. My heart was pounding in my chest as I watched him kneel to kiss her. His hand moved up to her breast and hers trailed up to his neck. The kiss continued in the silent theatre. Slowly the two moved closer. Her legs parted and he moved between them, still kneeling on the floor.

I watched as Sue turned his head and pressed him to her breasts. Even from this distance, her pointed nipples jutted from the roundness of her breasts. Her nipples are quite prominent when she is aroused. They jut from the large, lighter-colored aureoles which cap her lovely breasts. We have always said they were her very best features.

I watched as his hand moved, cupping her, then again, as he captured the nipple in the crotch between thumb and forefinger. It was a truly erotic touch to add to the scene. It was not clear if he did it for effect or just for his own eager pleasure. Whatever his motivation, I found it extremely erotic to watch another man's hand play over my own wife's nipple; it was unexpectedly erotic.

"And blackout!" a voice boomed. "That was great Sue, and you to, Mike. A very good first run-through."

The director walked over to them and began his critique of their performance. Snapping out of my trance, I looked around the empty auditorium. I was very aware of the bulge in my trousers and suddenly self-conscious of the fact that this had been a big turn on. The director could have asked for a clear auditorium but you never know with these actor chappies.

Soon, Sue was dressed again and we were making our way to the car park.

"So what did you think?" she asked, a bit apprehensively.

"Very good. I think it will be a smash. Bit rough in parts, but that will come with practice, right? On the hole, I think it is very good indeed, and very horny, by the way. I think we have to get you home double quick."

Sue laughed. "Yeah. Me too! You noticed the rough spots, did you?"

"Nothing that won't smooth out in rehearsal. You were the best. He is.. not quite there yet, should I say?"

"Yes. Well, Dan, he's the director, agrees with you. It's not an easy scene.. of course. "Not easy," she trailed off into silence.

Sue hadn't acted on stage since leaving school 15 years ago. A friend had recently invited her into an amateur acting group,and after joining and helping out backstage for a few productions, she got this chance to 'walk the boards'. Not too many people auditioned for the part because of that particular scene. Apparently there are a lot of jealous husbands out there and a few women that didn't think their figure would stand up to the scrutiny of a theatre full of people. Sue had no problem there. She rather enjoyed a bit of exhibitionism, as well.

I slipped my hand onto her thigh on the way home and she put hers on top of mine. She guided my hand onto the warm nylon peeking through the slit in her skirt. I glanced down and noticed the slit had been unbuttoned still further. The dark stocking tops of her crossed legs looked wonderfully inviting in the light cast by the instrument panel.

Slowly but surely, she moved my hand higher onto the flesh of her inner thigh, then uncrossed her legs to let me find my own way. I slipped my hand between lovely thighs and felt my little finger touch the bulge of her pussy lips under those silky white panties. I could tell that she was quite wet. It felt like a small pool of moisture there between her lips. It was clear that I wasn't the only one turned on by the situation!

Sue's hand slipped along my own thigh and then roamed along the length of my cock. It now lay rock hard, long and lean down the leg of my pants. Her touch was soft as she traced the shape of my shaft and I felt my foreskin slide back under the practiced stroking.

"Did you like the love scene, dear?" she asked.

"Loved it. I'd like to play it, too." Her hand tightened on me.

"Let's hurry home then." Sue laughed quietly and we continued our mutual fondling.

We hurried through a light rain and ducked under the jutting canopy over our door. I let my eyes fall over her shapely form as she shook the drops from her raincoat. I never tire of looking at sue while she is occupied with a mundane task like that. For some reason, it is at such moments when she appears most erotic to me. I fixed drinks hurriedly and Sue put on soft music in the lounge.

"Now, let's see, shall we start with.." she laughed and then unbuttoned the dress and let it slip down to show her shoulders as she had on the stage.

"We really shouldn't be here, Jeffrey." She began her line on cue.

"Don't send me away," Lillian, not just now." I said, affecting my best stage presence.

The dress slipped to her waist. I watched in awe the lovely curve her breast made in the underside of the lacy bra cup. The nearly see-through lace trimmed cups permitted the tone of her skin to enhance the sensual effect of the bra. I could see her nipples, tense and brisk, as she reached behind to unclasp her bra. My mouth went dry for the second time tonight as I watched it slip from those succulent looking orbs. Her breasts were that size that makes each one a separate beauty. The nipples were miniature Mount Fujiyamas, lacking only the snow caps.

Sue shrugged her hips and the dress pooled at her feet. I could sense her watching me, pleased with the effect watching her undress had on me. I fell to my knees and found myself level with the dark patch of curls under lace panties. I crawled toward her where she sat on the couch. She guided me forward until I was between nylon-clad thighs so inviting that my heart was raced wildly. I slipped my hands along the stockings on the outside of her thighs, luxuriating in the sensual pleasure of it.

My hands explored the nylons for a long moment then moved to the satin of her skin. The hard contrast of garter snaps, gave the old fashioned sensuality I found very pleasing and exciting. I slipped my hands under her panties and fondled the cheeks of her bottom as our lips met. After all these years of marriage, it wasn't as exciting as a first kiss, but with my high state of arousal, it came quite close. This was surely the most erotic scene I had ever played; I'm sure the leading man in the play must feel the same.

"Did he touch you like this?" I asked, breathlessly into Sue's ear.

I felt her shudder. "Well.. not quite." I slipped my hands to the outside of the silky panties. "Yes, more like that." She said quietly, and snuggled a little closer.

"We really mustn't.. " she returned to a line in the scene.

Then her hand guided mine tracing a path over round hip, elegant narrow waist, and rib cage to find loveliness of her breast. It seemed made to fill my cupped hand. I squeezed gently, letting her nipple find a natural place in the crotch of my hand.

"And he did this? Like this?" I asked.

Sue shivered again. "Yes," she murmured.

My cock was rampant. I eased forward so that I touched between her legs. I knew how wet she was and that I was pressing lightly against a pool of juices behind the gusset of her panties. Sue's hand felt between our bodies and I heard the zipper slide down. Her hand groped for my cock. She eagerly struggled to loose my long cock from its restrictions. Our excitement rose.

"Did you take out HIS cock, too, darling?" I could hardly get the suggestive words out.

"No.." she paused. "No.. but.."

"But.. you wanted to?" the words fell excitedly from my mouth and I nibbled her ear.

"Yes.."

Her hand snatched her panties aside and the bulbous head of my cock pressed into a great wet pool of welcoming juices. I felt my foreskin slide out of the way and the head pop past the initial snug fit of Sue's pussy. It felt scalding hot, wonderfully tight, totally exciting, all at one stroke.

"Fuck me Sir Jeffrey!" she said urgently, her hips thrusting to engulf me.

I needed no encouragement at that point. Our thrusting was hard and fast; our coupling hot and very wet. I could not recall Sue feeling so hot and wet since our wedding night. It was a delightful fuck. Again and again we thrust together, faster and faster. We could not slow our pace nor pause. From the first stroke we were at full speed. Wildly taking each other, slamming our bodies together in a passion rooted in her performance on stage. I soon felt the tightness of my balls and then my sperm shooting up the length of my cock into Sue's waiting vagina.

Sue moaned loudly over my shoulder, her breasts pressed tight against me. Her orgasm flowed over her, still impaled on the up-curved hardness of my cock.

Afterwards as we lay talking, Sue asked if it would be OK if Mike, the leading man, came to our house for rehearsal. With so many different groups using the theatre they could only rehearse that scene with the rest of the cast sat watching. I didn't understand what the problem was at first, but Sue explained that on stage you didn't notice the audience and that you were remote from them. In the rehearsal room it was different because everyone was so much closer and the scene better lighted. It seemed a reasonable idea to me and said so. I would just stay out of the way and leave them to it.

"We really need to work it out. I don't want it to be clumsy on the stage. That would ruin the moment" she said.

"No problem with me, dear, whatever you want is fine with me."

"Anything.. hmmm, anything?" She repeated, a grin slipping across her face.

Chapter Two

The following week, rehearsals were on Wednesday night. Sue asked if it would be OK for her and Mike to use our lounge following the main rehearsal at the theatre. I agreed and told her I would keep out of their way no matter how much I wanted to slip down and watch the scene.

Later that night, I heard the back door shut and went into the hallway to greet Sue and Mike. He seemed a nice enough bloke, tall and fit. He was a fitting choice for the lead of the play. We exchanged a few niceties and I made my excuses and retired to bed. Sue and Mike made their way into the lounge.

As I lay in bed waiting for Sue to come up I wondered if Mike would behave himself alone with my wife. I found it exciting to hope that he would actually misbehave entirely. The thought of having her come to our bed excited and wet from rehearsing sex with a stranger was quite thrilling. I imagined his hand on her bare breasts and her gorgeous figure. No! Mustn't think about it. I didn't want to get too excited and end up wanking myself stupid. I wanted to save my hot sperm for that moment of deepest penetration.. in my wife!

I couldn't resist that urge for very long. My hand was soon around my erect cock and I strained to hear their words even as I tried to keep my mind off the scene below. I tried reading a book, something quite technical, in vain a hope that it would fully occupy my mind.

It was probably an hour later that Sue eventually entered the bedroom.

"Still awake?" she asked.

I watched as she slipped the buttons of her dress loose and slipped it in a single stroke down her legs and stepped out of it.

"You bet! I want to hear how it went tonight." She smiled mischievously at me as she hung up her dress.

Sue slipped into bed beside me and cuddled up. "Has it made you all horny knowing I was taking my clothes off in front of Mike?" Her hand reached across for my cock.

"You bet!" I told her confirming what her hand already knew.

"So?" I prompted.

"Well, Dan suggested a few variations on how we should do the scene. So we did a run through of each of them."

"Dan?" I questioned.

"Yes, the director . . . remember."

"Ohh. Yes. . . Carry on."

"Well, he said it wasn't quite right with Mike just kneeling by the couch. He suggested that we should try it with Mike standing by the couch and dropping his trousers … before climbing on top of me."

"Oh I see . . " I said, my heart in my throat with the realization that his cock would be pressed against her mound. My cock gave an involuntary twitch.

"I see you like!" Sue laughed. "And then he suggested that I should be the one to remove Mike's trousers . . . before he got on top of me." She relished the phrase, letting it linger expectantly on her tongue.

Another twitch by my uncontrollable cock; Another laugh came from Sue.

"And finally, he suggested that I take Mike's trousers while we are both standing and then we get on the couch." She smiled, then bit her lower lip. "So, you see, we had quite a few alternatives to explore. Before he got on top of me, as I said." She smiled impishly once again.

More twitches and more giggles.

"So run me through what happened." I asked eagerly.

"Well, the first try, Mike couldn't get his trousers off because his shoes got in the way."

"Some Casanova!" I interrupted.

"Yes, well. We tried it again with his laces undone and there was no problem."

"And did he get on top of you?"

"Yes. . . and yes, I could feel him pressing against my leg."

"And was he hard?"

"Yes. He was a bit embarrassed about it but I told him not to be. It was flattering."

"Big?" I asked predictably.

"Well," she said squeezing my cock. "I'd say it isn't as long as yours but I think his is.. fatter, thicker."

I didn't know whether that pleased me or not!

"Go on." I urged.

"Well, he led me to the couch and then laid on top of me . . . . and we kissed.

"Kissed? And how did you feel about that?" I asked wanting to know a little more detail than that.

"Oh, it was a good enough kiss. Well, perhaps a little longer than necessary." She giggled and squeezed my cock playfully.

"Did your tongues touch?"

"Hey, this is getting you awfully excited. I was worried that it would bother you."

"Yes. I'm a little surprised myself," I said. "It's exciting. I admit that. Remember after the first rehearsal?

Sue nodded and kissed me, her tongue reaching between my lips.

"Well, he didn't do that. Are you disappointed?" she asked.

"A little. Are you?" I laughed tentatively. Sue laughed out loud, her tummy jiggling against mine.

"A little." She laughed again.

"OK. Go on. Tell me more, tell me more!" I struggled not to sound too excited.

"Well, then we tried the next option. We ran through my undressing bit and I sat on the couch. I drew Mike closer and undid his belt. I felt really naughty. Like I was really going to do it."

"And?" I butted in.

"Well, there was no hiding it. As I slipped his trousers down it was standing pretty proud. Just inches from my face!"

"Christ!"

"Yes, well, then he stepped out of his trousers and got on top of me again."

"And you could feel his cock . . . . against you?" My voice cracked with tension.

"Yes. It was pressing right on the spot. I must have opened my legs more that time." She said this a bit breathlessly and I felt her leg go between mine, her thigh pressing upward against my balls.

"And he kissed you again."

"Hmmm."

"Longer this time, or the same."

"Err, longer. . . . .much longer. . . . .and he slipped his tongue in my mouth."

"And you stopped him?" My cock was rock hard.

"Err, not exactly. It felt very naughty . . . . and nice."

"And he fucked you."

"No! . . . . . Not exactly."

"Not exactly?" My excitement was wild at this point. I thrust myself against her soft feminine tummy.

"Well he was sort of moving on me. You know . . . rubbing himself against me. Rather like you, now, really. Mmmmmm. That feels good, by the way. Your cock is hot and hard, Gary, I like that in a man!"

I moved on top of Sue and slipped my painfully hard cock into the soft wet passage of her pussy. Moments like this made me happy that I was never circumcised. I am certain that my cock head, freshly exposed by my retracting foreskin, is more sensitive than if it were made in the open full time.

"Ohhh, that's good!" she sighed.

"Go on. Then what happened?"

"He moved his hand up between us and I felt him take his cock out."

"Ohh. This is good." I groaned.

"I think he was going to put it in me, . . . but I stopped him."

"Stopped him? Oh, . . . good!"

"Yeh. I couldn't do that.. not without talking to you about it."

"Until? Not 'unless'? I asked, making a fine point.

I felt Sue tilt her hips hard, gripping my cock tighter as she slid along its length producing excruciating pleasure.