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In the Nude by Lady Grey Ch. 01

By: ladyellen



Neither of us were too happy about our move north, but we both realised that it was the only thing we could do in the circumstances. I had been made redundant and with little prospects of a job down here in the south, moving up north was the only answer. For one thing, the cost of living was cheaper in the north, and so were houses, but it did mean leaving our friends.

The first thing we decided on once we had settled in was to kick start our social life. We joined a local fitness club, and it was after a discussion from somebody we met up with there that we both went along to an open night at a local semi professional drama group. The group had its own small theatre with seating for around two hundred, and they put on both amateur and professional shows. At the evening, we were made very welcome, and on the strength of this, decided to join.

Amanda was the actress in our family, and I was quite happy to settle for a life back stage putting my hands to props, lighting, and sound, or just be there helping out as a stage hand. Amanda was a very outgoing sort of person and was soon well accepted into the group, playing the leading or supporting female roles with equal relish. We both enjoyed the social life offered in the drama group: the barbeques, walks and treasure hunts in the summer, and then there was the dinner parties and social gatherings when the night drew darker.

Most of the members of the group were couples, but there were two single guys and three single women. One of the single guys, Rodger, a long time member of the group, usually played the male leads. He was very good. The problem was he knew it, and tended to be a bit over the top sometimes.

I knew he fancied Amanda, and would chat with her at every opportunity, but she assured me that as far as she was concerned, there was nothing in it. I did often get slight pangs of jealousy when they had intimate scenes together. 

Afterwards, she would laugh. If I made a comment, she would kiss me and say, "We are only acting, you know."

I knew that the group was working on a shoestring budget. The professional productions we did were expensive to stage, and if we did not sell most of the tickets, we were only breaking even. Our own productions were costly to put on also, and even though everyone helped by supplying their own costumes and helping with props for the productions, we continually seemed to need more and more money. We raised some through table top sales and other events, and we did get a small grant from the local council, but when we met up for the annual general meeting, we found out just how bad things were.

The message was a blunt one. If we did not get more money in, we would have to close down before the next annual meeting. What we needed were more bums on seats; we never played to a full house. Everyone looked glum as the chairman asked for ideas. The usual ones like raising the admission cost and upping our membership fees came from the floor. But it was Bill, a new member who had joined us a few months ago, who came up with a most interesting and controversial idea. 

Bill had spent some time in the professional theatre, and he said that one thing that always filled seats were sex and nudity. "Put a warning on your show poster that there are scenes of nudity in the production," he said with a smile "and you will fill the theatre, and not with just the perverts; you will obviously get your share of them, but you also will get the curious ones and the guys who come along with their wives who wouldn't normally go to a normal production." 

Everyone at the meeting looked at each other, and when the discussions started, some members said we shouldn't pander to the baser tastes by putting on productions to titillate and thrill. Mike, who usually produced our shows, pointed out that there were many high quality productions available where nudity was called for such as The Graduate by Paul Simon and Peter Shaffer's play Equus. Then Joanne, one of the single girls in the group, raised a point, asking if there were actors among the group who would be willing to appear naked on stage. 

Again, everyone looked at each other.

John, the chairman, smiled. "I think that's a very good point Joanne has raised. Are there members among us who would be willing to appear naked on stage?" 

People looked around the room. Rodger had his hand up; so did Joanne who had posed the question, and to my surprise, so did my wife, Amanda. There were also two more, a married couple, Ted and Samantha. 

John nodded as he counted the raised hands. "Well," he said, "we could certainly put on a production. I suggest that as it was Bill's idea, he get together with Mike and a couple of others and come up with some ideas." After more discussion, the meeting broke up.

It was not until we were on our way home that I was able to bring up the subject of Amanda's offer to appear in the productions where nudity was required. She grinned when I brought it up. 

"I didn't think you'd mind. I know how you like showing me off."

I felt a little self conscious over this remark because she was right. Amanda was an extremely attractive woman and I had always been proud of her. I actively encouraged her to wear clothes that showed off her figure, especially her breasts, two of her best points. It had always excited me to see the way other guys looked at her. 

"Showing you off is one thing," I said, "but you appearing naked in public is another."

She smiled. "But it's not really in public, is it? It's on the stage."

We drove the rest of the way home in silence. I don't really know why I was complaining. It had always been a secret fantasy of mine to see Amanda naked in front of other people. Unknown to her, I had for quite a while enjoyed browsing internet sites that catered to people with similar tastes. 

On our arrival home, Amanda prepared a light supper, and we watched some TV before making our way up to bed. Amanda was in the bathroom as I undressed and slipped into bed. To my surprise and delight, she emerged totally naked. Most nights she wore a nightdress, but when she was feeling especially horny, she came to bed naked.

We had been together for over twelve years, but I never got tired of looking at her naked body. It still excited me: her breasts still firm, D cups, with rich brown areoles and perky nipples that rose erect quickly when stimulated; her tummy now showing a slight curve that led the eyes down to her delightfully raised mons pubis where a slight vee of neatly trimmed hair led your eyes down further to the shaded cleft of her pussy lips, those pussy lips that had for years given me so many pleasures.

Amanda stood at the bottom of the bed, a slight smile on her face. "Do you think I will draw in the extra punters when I appear on stage like this?"

I felt myself getting warm just at the thought, and I could feel my cock beginning to rise to the occasion. In my mind's eye, I could imagine her center stage with every eye in the house staring at her adorable body. A slight shiver went through me. She walked around the bed and slipped in beside me. I felt the touch of her naked flesh on mine. 

"I think if the word gets around that you are appearing naked, we will have to think about building a bigger theatre."

She smiled, putting her arms around my neck and drawing me towards her. I felt her breasts against my chest. She leaned close. "You say the nicest things, darling." Then I felt one hand slip under the covers and I groaned as her fingers wrapped around my erect cock. "I hope this is all for me." 

I nodded as I pushed her gently down onto her back. I leaned over and kissed her nipples, gently drawing them into my mouth. She groaned and thrust her body against me, pushing my cock against the lips of her pussy. She spread them and positioned me, allowing me to slip easily inside her, feeling the warm wetness engulf me. I groaned as her vaginal muscles contracted around my invading cock and she gripped me tightly.

We lay together, fucking tenderly. We had learned a lot about each other over the years: how to give and how to receive pleasure. We now only rushed things in extreme circumstances, preferring the long, leisurely approach that brought us both slowly and enjoyably to a very pleasurable and satisfying conclusion.

It was a couple of weeks later. Bill and Mike had come up with a play. They had stayed clear of the well known ones. They were costly to stage and so had selected a new play by an up and coming young playwright called Stephen Westbury. His play, 'Intimacy,' was about a love triangle between three young executives who worked for a law firm. I sat in on the reading. 

It was a three person play, two men and one woman. As usual, everyone got a chance to try for the parts, and in the end, Mike decide that Marcia, the female role, would be played by Amanda. In the play, she is married to one of the two men. Steven was to be played by John, a new member to the group. He played the part of her husband, a successful but a rather boring guy. But she was infatuated by a new rising young executive who had just joined their company named Alex. This part was to be played by Rodger. The story was her dilemma: to stay with the security of Steven or leave him for the excitement but uncertain future with Alex.

There were three intimate scenes in the play: one where Alex makes love to Marcia in his office, a very intimate scene that takes place in the bedroom of Alex's apartment, and a final scene with both guys when Steven arrives home unexpectedly and catches the two lovers in a very compromising position. I felt quite hot when I glanced through the script and imagined just what it would be like to watch Amanda performing the scenes before an audience.

Apparently, according to what I heard from Amanda, rehearsals went well, as I did not see much of them as I was working back stage preparing scenery and props. The first time things came together was at the first technical rehearsal. Once the stage was set, there was only one other change in the first act and only two changes in the second. I sat out front with other members of the group and the stage crew and watched the performance.

The performance went well and the actors knew most of their lines. Amanda and Rodger, who were playing the part of Marcia and Alex, were as usual almost word perfect. They finished the first scene and I hurried to get back stage to change for the second scene, then headed back out front to watch.

I got the first signs of the action to come in the part where Marcia comes into Alex's office. After some lines, Alex gets up from his desk and comes around to where Amanda is standing. They look at each other for a moment; then Alex pulls Amanda into his arms and they kiss passionately. He forces Amanda up against his desk and his hands slide slowly up her body and squeezes her breasts.

I felt myself getting warm at the sight of another man squeezing Amanda's breasts. One of Alex's hands continued to caress her while the other now moved back down her body and gripped her short skirt, slowly drawing it up her legs. After it passed the tops of her stockings, he stopped and his hands caressed the exposed flesh of her thighs. Then he proceeded to ease the skirt higher, the whiteness of her exposed skin standing out under the bright stage lights. By now the skirt was almost around her waist. 

I, along with everyone else watching, could now see the thin bands of her black suspenders as they crossed the expose whiteness of her flesh and clipped onto the stockings. With the skirt being almost around her waist, you could also see her black panties. Alex hooked a finger in the panties and slowly began to ease them down. 

I had to place a hand over my lap to prevent the people around me seeing the flagpole that was now tenting my pants. Luckily for me, that moment the lights went out and the curtains closed for the end of Act one.

Amanda came through the curtains. She looked a little flushed, but her clothes were at least back in place. She came over and sat down beside me. "What do you think so far?" 

"You were all very good," I admitted, "and you were exceptional as usual, my darling." 

She smiled and leaned over and kissed me on the cheek, squeezing my leg. She then took a coffee from the tray offered to her by one of the stage hands.

As we sipped the coffee, I looked at her. "Does he actually take your panties off?" I asked her quietly. 

She smiled, and shook her head slowly. "He only pulls them down so far; depends on how soon the lights dim, but I do have a thong on underneath." 

I smiled at her. "I was just wondering."

After the coffee break, they played the other scenes through. I saw some of the action, but we were kept quite busy in the second act. As this was a technical rehearsal, they were not in costume. I would have to wait for tomorrow night and the dress rehearsal. Or in Amanda's case, the undress rehearsal.

We drove home in silence, and we did not speak until we entered the house. Amanda looked at me. "Is there a problem? You have seemed different since we spoke during the interval."

I shrugged. "I'm sorry, but I am beginning to have second thoughts. Nothing serious, but watching Rodger and you at the end of the scene one--I have to admit, I was actually turned on by it."

She smiled and came over and kissed me lightly on the lips. "And so you should be, my darling. That's the whole idea, realism."

"It's not that," I said with a slight shrug. "I've heard about these guys who have fantasies about seeing their wives with other men. I did not think it would apply to me. It's not quite the same, it being in a theatre production. Over the year, I have seen you kiss many of the men, and it never affected me, but tonight it was different."

Amanda put her arms around my shoulders. "Don't worry, it's only play acting. You know it's you who I love, not Rodger." She ran her hand down my back and squeezed my bottom. "Just get yourself upstairs and I will show you who the man in my life is." She was true to her word. 

Afterwards, we lay holding hands, the covers thrown back to allow us to cool down, "There's not only you who's having second thoughts, you know."

I turned over on my side and looked at her. "You are?" I asked, a little surprised.

She nodded. "I know I was enthusiastic about it at first, appearing naked, but now the first night is only two days away. Well, I'm just wondering how I'm gong to feel, especially tomorrow at dress rehearsal." 

I looked at her. "What's so special about tomorrow?"

"Well, it's just that I know everybody. The actual production is different. I know there will be some people in the audience who know me, but tomorrow everyone will."

I smiled and squeezed her hand. It was comforting to realise that she had some worries about what she was doing. I kissed her lightly on the cheek and ran my hand up to her breast, cupping it. I noticed the nipple was hard again. I gently manipulated it between my fingers. "You will be fine; just go ahead and knock them dead."

The following evening it seemed that everyone was in for the dress rehearsal, and I think some members had even brought their friends along. I kissed Amanda and hugged her when we got to the theatre. "Okay, darling, break a leg." She smiled at me and made her way to the dressing room while I joined the rest of the crew back stage. There were two scene changes in the first act and three in the second. But we had practiced well, and I think everyone knew what they were doing. I was standing behind the curtain studying my clip board and checking that everything was in the place it should be when Bill, the producer, came on stage.

"Everything ready?" he asked.

I nodded, glancing around the set. "I think so. I can't see they have missed anything."

He smiled. "How is Amanda feeling? I thought she looked a little nervous when I saw her in the dressing room."

I shrugged. "She has some concerns, and I guess she just wants to get this first night over."

Bill nodded. "I knew she would, but she's a trouper, and I know she will pull it off." I smiled at the double meaning, and he laughed. "Sorry about that."

I went out and sat at the back of the theatre and watched the first scene before helping with the setting up for the second. When it came to the end of the scene, I watched the expressions on the faces of the members as Rodger caressed her breasts and then slowly began to remove her panties. There was a moment of hushed silence as the lights dimmed before the applause.

While everybody else got some refreshments, I and the rest of the stage crew were busy on stage setting up for act two. The first set was Alex's apartment. I had checked the time at technical last night and it was taking us about twenty minutes to set this. Then we had a complete change again for the final act which took place in Marcia's and Steven's kitchen. The biggest job was removing the double bed and taking down the dividing wall. For the first scene of the second act, the stage had been divided into two rooms, a lounge and a bedroom, and then for the final scene, we replaced the bed with a sofa, and after removing the wall, changed everything like curtains and pictures to make it look like a different place. Mick, the set designer, had done a good job with reversible doors, and other objects, like a sideboard, we just turned around and it became a kitchen unit. Some other items just needed to be turned around.

Bill, who was helping Mike produce the show, stood just off stage watching and thanked me when we completed the first change in record time. He pointed to a tray of drinks he had brought with him. "Hand those out to everyone in the crew. They have done a great job."

I told the crew where the drinks were, then grabbed a beer and made my way out to the back of the theatre again. I was not surprised to feel my dick twitching. There in the darkness, I slipped my hand in my pocket and discovered I already had a semi erection.

The stage lights went up as the curtains opened for the second act. Rodger and Amanda walked on stage. They had been out on their first date. Rodger took her coat and hung it up. Then he offered her a drink. "I can't stay long," she commented as she sat down on the sofa. "I ought to try to be home before Steven." 

Then there was quite a long dialogue between the pair of them as they discussed the triangle that they were in and what they could do about it. Marcia said she did not want to upset Steven, but she knew their relationship was coming to an end. Alex, who had been standing for much of the act, came over and sat beside Marcia. He took the glass out of her hand and took her in his arms and they kissed passionately. I knew from reading the script that this was quite an erotic scene, and I felt myself getting warm just at the thought of what was about to happen.

As the pair got more heated, Alex began undoing Marcia's clothes and she was urgently doing the same to him. Her skirt and blouse were the first to go. Then as she ripped at his shirt and began unfastening his belt, he reached around her and unclasped her bra. It fell loose but did not come off. It hung there by the thin straps over her shoulders, just concealing her breasts. Alex eased himself up from the sofa to remove his pants after first taking off his shoes and socks. Now, with just his boxers on, he sat down beside Amanda and looked at her. She smiled, leaned forward, and kissed him as he reached over and slowly removed her bra. 

By this time my cock was tenting my pants and I was struggling to ease it into a position where it was slightly more comfortable. It was not too long before the end of the scene and I would have to go up on stage and help to reset it. 

Rodgers hands reached out and began to caress Amanda's breasts. Even from this distance, I could clearly see her nipples were erect. I almost came on the spot when I saw Rodger squeeze them between his fingers.


In the Nude by Lady Grey Ch. 01



They spent a little more time on the sofa touching each other intimately. Then Alex got to his feet. He reached down and took Marcia's hand and pulled her up into his arms. She stood there in just her brief panties as they kissed. When at last they broke away, he slowly led her towards the bedroom. At this point, Marcia stood with her back to the audience, and she watched as Alex slid down between the sheets. There were movements under the sheets, and his hand appeared clutching on to his discarded boxers which he dropped on the floor.

Marcia then hooked her fingers in her panties and slowly slid them down over her hips and down her legs, bending slightly as she did so. I don't know if it were my imagination, but I was sure that I could see a flash of her pussy exposed between her thighs before she straightened up. Then completely naked, she walked over and slid into the bed beside Alex. Before the scene ended, it did not need any explanation to see what the two of them were doing under the covers. Marcia was on her back and Alex was clearly lying between her legs. I knew that Marcia was completely naked, but was Alex wearing anything? If not, I could only imagine that Marcia would be clearly feeling his cock rubbing against her pussy. I was more than a little relieved when at last the lights faded.

By the time we got onto the stage, the two of them were gone. I had made it my job to collect up the discarded clothes, and as I picked her discarded panties up from the floor, I could not help but notice just how damp they were. I placed all the clothes in a bag and then helped the rest of the crew set up for the final act.

The final scene takes place the following morning. Marcia and Steven are discussing their marital problems over breakfast. He is dressed in a shirt and tie ready for work and Amanda is wearing a pale blue house coat. I knew from the script that she is naked under it. The thought of it has already begun to excite me.

The couple argue about their marriage, and then in a huff, Steven leaves saying that he is late for work and they will carry have to carry the discussion on when he returns that evening. 

Marcia starts to clear away the breakfast things, carrying the pots and placing them in the dishwasher. Off stage, a door bell rings. Marcia looks puzzled, but goes to answer it. We hear words spoken off stage to whoever is at the door; then she returns on stage accompanied by Alex.

She makes him a coffee and they chat about their affair. He is standing and she is sitting on a tall stool at the breakfast bar. She tells him that she is ready to leave Steven. He puts his arms around her and they kiss. He draws away from her and looks at her, a smile on his face. He reaches out and pulls on the belt of her housecoat. It comes easily undone and the housecoat falls open. She is naked under it.

Everyone in the place can see she is naked. In the last bedroom scene, the lights were kept low, slightly obscuring her body, but now it is daylight and the room brightly lit. Alex eases the housecoat off her shoulders, and it falls away from her body and drapes the stool. You could have head a pin drop.

Every pair of eyes in the theater is looking at Amanda's beautiful naked body: her firm rosy tipped breasts, the nipples prominent again, her slightly rounded stomach, and her long shapely legs. Alex takes her hand and assists her down from the stool. He holds her at arms length, looking at her body. Now she is standing; the small neatly trimmed area of pubic hair is visible and the shaded cleft of her pussy lips disappears between her thighs.

"Fucking hell, how can you let your wife do this?" I turned to see Jim, one of my stage crew, standing beside me. "If my wife had a body like that, I would not let her out of the house."

I smiled, and looked back at the action on the stage. The couple were again in each others arms. Then Alex led her to the sofa and they fell on it together, his hands all over her. I was hot and sweaty just watching them. Suddenly, the kitchen door opened and Steven walked in. On the sofa, Marcia and Alex looked shocked. Marcia jumped up and reached for her discarded house coat, but Steven grabbed for it and pulled it out of her reach. The two men started arguing with Marcia still completely naked, her hands unsuccessfully trying the hide her nakedness, looking on.

At last Steven tossed her house coat to her. "Cover yourself up, you whore!" he shouts. 

Marcia grabbed for the coat and quickly pulled it on. "Now go and pack your things and get out of my house." Marcia left the stage sobbing, and the two men continued their argument through to the end of the scene. 

The curtain call was done amid wild applause. Amanda was now wearing her wrap again, but I guess she was still naked under it. After that, the cast sat around on stage while the director went through some points. Then I got the stage crew to set up for the first act tomorrow, the first night, while the actors got ready, and then we all met up in the bar.

Amanda seemed to be more than a little excited. Everyone came over and congratulated her and said she was a very brave girl to do the play. But they thought it went very well, and was sure to be a big hit when it opened tomorrow.

When we at last got away, she put her arms around my neck. When we got into the car, she kissed me. "What did you think, my darling? Did it excite you to see me naked in front of everyone?" 

I held her tightly. "You were unbelievable," I said. "I never thought you would be so open about it."

She laughed. "It was a little scary at first in act one when I got into bed with Rodger, but I just couldn't wait for the second act." 

I hugged her tightly and we kissed again.

"Now you know what I want, don't you?" I looked at her. "I want you to take me home as fast as you can, then take me to bed and make love to me."

I smiled. "That's not a problem," I said, starting the car and setting off with a squeal of tires.



In the Nude by Lady Grey Ch. 02



The last few weeks had been a roller coaster of emotions, ever since I had agreed to appear naked in the next production we were staging at our local theater group. By the way, my name's Amanda and hopefully you will have already read the story from Jim's point of view. At first I was a little concerned that Jim might object, but I got that one out of the way early by suggesting to him that it was only acting and that some parts demanded that the actress appear naked on stage. 

The other thing that did surprise me a little was that he did not press any objections, and if I had not known him better, I might have thought that he actually liked the idea. I remembered the night when we had first discussed the project and I was one of the people who had agreed to appear naked. In bed that night I was surprised by the forcefulness of his love making. Was it the thought of me appearing naked that had caused this? Whatever it was, I was not going to complain.

It was a couple of weeks later, and at last the next play was decided on. I was pleased when I was offered the part of Marcia, one of the three actors in the play about a love triangle. But when I read the script I wondered if I had bitten off a little more than I could chew. In the play there was one very intimate scene in the first act and two totally nude scenes in the second act. This included a final scene where I would be totally naked on stage for several minutes. Rodger Grant, the drama company's leading male actor, had been given the part of Alex, my lover, and a new member of the group, John, was to play the part of Steven, my husband.

Rehearsals went well and Jim was always interested to know how things had gone. We did not see a lot of each other at rehearsals as he was part of the stage crew. He was always busy in the workshop helping with the set construction and sorting out the props and other things. 

The one thing I did discover was that the closer it got to the production, the more ardent he became with his love making, although I had to assure him several times that whatever happened on stage was not reality. Reality was what we had and our love for each other.

The other thing that did concern me slightly was Rodger's obvious affection for me; he had made his intentions clear although there was no response on my side. He had been like this ever since I joined the group, and I had always treated it as a bit of a laugh, although I must admit I was somewhat embarrassed by it at times. But really, he wasn't my type, and anyway, I was madly in love with Jim. But I was somewhat concerned about the rather intimate scenes we were going to play together and hoped he wouldn't take advantage of the situation.

Mike and Bill were good directors and worked us very hard. Bill, whose idea it had been to put on the play, was a little concerned about the naked scenes. He did not want them to be blatant displays of nakedness, and worked on the lighting to make the scenes more erotic.

The closer we got to the production date, the more effort Mike wanted. As actors, we had hardly touched each other before, but now that we had stopped reading from the scripts, we were free to perform. In the second scene of the first act I was to be seduced by Alex, my lover, in his office. We were to kiss and caress and Alex had to handle my breast. It was quite a strange sensation the first time we did it, and I was a little surprised that I actually felt my nipples respond to his touch.

The scene continued with Rodger easing my skirt up, and just as the lights go down, to begin to remove my panties. I remember the first time I felt his hands on my naked flesh. I could not suppress a shiver of excitement that went through me. When we broke for the interval, Bill came over and inquired how I was. 

"No problem as far as I'm concerned."

"Do you feel happy with that scene?"

I nodded. "Reasonably, but it's a bit strange having a guy who's not my husband take my knickers off."

He laughed. "I guess it is. We will have to watch the lighting there. It could be slightly embarrassing for you if the lighting engineer misses his cue. Might be a good idea if you were to wear something under your panties, like a thong, maybe. It wouldn't be seen, would it?" 

I nodded, but I smiled to myself. He was worried about me showing too much as Alex removed my panties, while in the last act, I was going to be completely naked twice. After the break, we went through act one again, and by the end of the evening, Mike said he was reasonably happy with the result.

I was as usual feeling a little horny as we drove home that evening. What with Rodger caressing my breast and removing my panties, I was impatient to get to bed. Jim went up before me, and when I got there, he was already in bed. 

I quickly took a shower and was about to slip into my nightdress when I had the urge to walk into the bedroom naked. I knew that would give Jim the sign that I was in need of a little lovemaking.

I slipped into bed and snuggled up to him, feeling the strength of his naked body against mine. My hand searched for his cock. It was already becoming erect and I slowly ran my hand along its length. "I badly need this tonight," I whispered in his ear.

He didn't disappoint me. He rolled me onto my back and I welcomed him between my legs. I guided him between the outer lips of my pussy and then lay back as his slid easily into me. "You are a little wet tonight," he commented. "I guess the play's getting to you."

I smiled. "If it does, I will always be able to rely on you to resolve the situation."

I groaned as he slowly began pistoning into me. My fingers raked his back, and suddenly my mind went to act two of the play where I was in bed with Rodger. How would I feel with Rodger between my legs and a couple of hundred or so people watching me? I almost orgasmed at the thought and thrust my body up to meet Jim's.

Afterwards as we lay relaxing with Jim gently stroking his hand over my breast, I turned to him. "I do love you, my darling, and whatever I have to do on stage will make no difference." Deep within me I hoped I wasn't lying.

Two days later, I was back on stage going over act two. The sofa and the bed had been brought on stage, and Bill went through the scene with us. We were to enter the room hand in hand. 

Rodger was to offer me a drink, and we would sit talking; then we would begin to tenderly kiss and caress. Rodger didn't need telling twice. He pulled me to him and our lips met. Then his hands were on my breasts again. My nipples responded immediately to his touch.

"It's at this point you begin to undress each other," Mike said, "but we won't carry on with that. I just want to get through the movements." I could feel that Rodger was a little disappointed, but he smiled and turned to listen to Mike. 

"You slowly undress each other until you are both down to your underwear." 

"How far do you want me to go?" I asked.

"Well, I think it might be better if Rodger were to remove your bra if you feel okay about that. It will leave less for later. Then I want you to get up and kiss tenderly."

Rodger pulled me to my feet and we kissed again. I could see he was enjoying this, and I must admit it wasn't too unpleasant.

"Then you will walk through into the bedroom," Mike continued. "Amanda, you will stand with your back to the audience and watch Rodger get into the bed, pull the covers up, then remove his shorts. He then turns back the covers for you. You then slip off your panties and get in bed beside him. You lie side by side for a moment, and then Rodger will maneuver himself into a position between your legs, and at this stage I want a slow blackout."

Bill was listening to Mike. He nodded and made some notes. "Shall we walk through it?" he said. Following Mikes instructions, we walked through the scene mimicking the undressing, and I slipped into bed beside Rodger for that first time. It seemed very strange that I was in bed with another man. Rodger then eased himself up and positioned himself over me. I parted my legs and he settled between them. I was startled to feel that he was erect and his hardness was rubbing against my pussy.

My God! In the real scene, I thought to myself, we are both naked! His cock will be almost in my pussy, and we have to do it every night for a month. Was this something I could really do? Would it be too much for Jim? All these thoughts went through my head as Rodger gently rubbed his bulge up against my pussy.

We did act two and that wasn't too bad with not too much contact. I knew I would be completely naked with Rodger on the sofa when Steven came in and caught us, and I would have to remain naked for several minutes after that. By the time the rehearsal was over, I was feeling incredibly horny, and refused Rodger's offer for drinks in the bar. 

Jim was waiting for me. He smiled and asked me how things had gone.

"Quite well," I said taking his hand, "But now I need to go home."

"Not stopping for a drink?" he asked, looking a little surprised.

"Not tonight, darling. We do really need to get home." He shrugged, said good night to everyone, then we went out to the car. Before he had a chance to start it, I grabbed for him, wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him towards me. I kissed him hungrily. "I do love you, my darling," I said, "and I need to feel you here." I took his hand and thrust it up under my skirt and up against the thin material of my panties.

He grinned. "You feel a little damp," he said as he eased the thin material aside.

I groaned as his finger touched the tender flesh of my pussy. I clung to him tightly as his finger slipped inside me and began a slow pumping movement. I couldn't believe how quickly I came. I can't remember ever being as hot as I was that night. "Take me home quickly, darling," I whispered in his ear.

Later that night after an intense bout of lovemaking, we lay in each others arms. "If this is what you are going to be like after rehearsals," he said, "what will you be like when you get down to the real thing?" I shuddered at the thought.

The longer we rehearsed the play, the more ardent our lovemaking became. I was even beginning to enjoy Rodger's caresses as the first night approached.

I knew that dress rehearsal would be the first time that I would have to appear naked on stage. I was a little concerned as I knew that everyone in the group would be there, and even maybe some friends of members.

The night before I made sure that Jim knew just how much I loved him. The sex was hot and humid. And we shagged until we fell asleep in each others arms. 

As there were only the three of us in the play, I had a dressing room to myself. Liz, the make up lady, came in and did her bit making me look good.

"You going to be okay tonight?" She asked. 

I nodded. "I think so. It will be a new experience." I smiled

"I don't think I could do it, not in front of an audience," she said, "but they were right about the ticket sales. They are a lot bigger than normal before a first night." 

"Well at least we have got that part right. Now it's up to me."

She smiled and leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. "Well, break a leg," she said with a grin as she left the room."

When she had gone, I undressed. When I was naked, I looked at myself in the dressing table mirror. I felt myself feeling warm. In just over an hour, I would be like this on stage. I shuddered slightly. What had I let myself in for? I slipped into my first outfit not forgetting the thong under my panties that Bill had suggested. Then I sat and browsed through the script. I knew my part well, but I needed something to do. I sipped on a glass of wine from a bottle that Mike had put in my room. I shouldn't drink too much; I needed a clear head. There was a rap on the door and Bill's head appeared around it. "Ten minutes," he said. I nodded.

The first act went well. Mike let it run through. There was a hushed expectant silence in the theater when it came to the part where Rodger removed my panties, but the lighting cue went well and he had them just over my hips when the lights faded. As the curtains closed, the panties fell to the floor and I stepped out of them. There was a polite round of applause from the small audience.

Mike asked us to remain on stage while he went through a couple of points, but he said he was pleased with how things had gone. I went back to my dressing room and quickly poured myself a large glass of wine.

Liz came in. "Well, that went well." She checked my make up. "You're fine," she said. "I'll see you between the scenes of the next act. You might get mussed up in the bed scene."

I offered her a glass of wine and she accepted, and we chatted as I changed for the next act. I undressed and slipped into my underwear and then into the smart skirt and blouse that I wore for the next scene.

"I bet Rodger is looking forward to the next act," Liz said. "He's never made any bones about the fact that he is keen on you even though he knows how much you love Jim."

I looked at her and shrugged. "Well, he might fantasize about tonight, but that's as far as he will get. He knows I don't have any feelings for him. I like the guy, but not in that way." "Tell me that later when he's undressed you and played with your tits," she said with a grin.

I looked at her and shook my head. "You're all alike; it's just acting you know."

She drank down the rest of the wine. "I'll get back to my seat. I think we are just about ready to start".

It suddenly dawned on me what I was about to do. How was I going to feel when Rodger undressed me and stroked my breasts? I shivered a little as the thought of it struck me. It was the first time I had thought of it that way. What would I feel like with Rodger not only caressing my breasts, but with a room full of people out there watching us? 

Bill knocked on the door. "Five minutes," he called. I quickly filled up my glass and drank it down. Well, it was too late to worry about it now.

The start of the second act didn't go as well as the first act had gone. I guess we were both a little nervous about what was about to happen. I sipped on the drink that Rodger had given me and sat down on the sofa. I noticed Rodger staring at my breasts, and I realised that my nipples were erect and straining against my blouse. I can tell you by the time it came for us to begin to undress each other, I was feeling myself getting horny. He expertly removed my blouse and skirt, and I did a good job ripping off his shirt. When I leaned forward to unbuckle his belt, I felt him reach around and unfasten my bra. Then he eased himself up from the sofa and quickly removed his pants along with his shoes and socks.

When he sat down again, he looked at me. I smiled at him and leaned forward and kissed him as he reached forward and slowly slipped my bra down my arms. It fell away and I knew my breasts were revealed to everyone. 

He looked at them for a moment and then he reached out and cupped them in his hands. I bit down on my lip, trying desperately to stop myself from crying out. As his fingers trailed over my nipples, they seemed harder than I had ever known them. We took each other in our arms and kissed in a long, sensuous kiss. 

We broke apart and Rodger got to his feet. He held out his hand and pulled me up. Then he led me through to the bedroom. I stood with my back to the audience as he went around and slipped under the covers. I could see him removing his shorts. Then he held them out and dropped them beside the bed. That was my cue to remove my panties. I ease them over my hips and allowed them to drop to the floor. Then I moved over to the bed and slipped in beside him.

When our bodies first touched under the sheets, it was as if I were mildly electrocuted. Rodger leaned up on his elbow and looked down at me. He smiled. I eased my legs apart as he moved over between them. I don't know if I were pleased or not to find that he still had a pair of shorts on, but as he sank between my open thighs, I could feel the hardness of his erection pressing against my naked pussy. When he started to move on top of me, I had to grip the sheets to stop from crying out. Luckily for me, at that moment the lights went out. 

As the curtains closed, Rodger slipped out of the bed and made a hasty exit. I quickly wrapped a sheet around me and made my way to my dressing room. I had only minutes before I was back on stage again. Luckily for me I had no change to make as I was only wearing my bath robe in the last scene.

Liz was waiting for me and she quickly got to work on my hair and make up. "I think you found that a little more exciting than you thought," she said. "Your nips were sticking out like chapel hat-pegs."

I knew she was right and we were only in dress rehearsal. I had to go on doing this for another four weeks. "Oh, shit!" I thought to myself. "Just what have I got myself into."

After Liz had left, I was just about to slip into my bath robe when I realised that my thighs and pussy lips were damp with my juices. I wiped myself carefully and resisted the urge to slip a couple of fingers in as I applied some talc and hoped it wasn't going to happen again, realizing that I would be naked for the biggest part of the next scene. 

I knew that this would be the scene where I would be exposed the most. Not only was I going to be completely naked for part of it, but also it was now daylight. In the bedroom scene, the lights had been lower, but in this scene there was no such relief. The bright light would only help to expose every part of me, and as there was a lot of movement in the scene, it would not be possible to conceal anything from the audience. Every intimate square inch of my body would be revealed to the audience and to my fellow actors on stage.

I was still feeling hot and horny when I came onto the stage at the beginning of the last act, and suddenly, after what had happened in the last scene, I found myself looking forward to what was about to happen. When Rodger did at last slip off my robe, there was a gasp from the audience. I sat there for a moment waiting for him to touch me, to caress my breasts. He took my hand and we moved over to the sofa. I felt his body pressing against mine. He was getting more adventurous now, caressing me openly, teasing my once more erect nipples. I was almost disappointed when John made his entry and we had to pull apart.

It felt strangely exciting to be completely naked up here on the stage standing before all my friends and fellow club members, and I somewhat reluctantly pulled my robe back on when the time came for John to throw it at me. The play ended amid wild applause. I knew it was going to be a success. But tomorrow I would have to do it all over again in front of a theater full of strangers. I felt myself getting wet at the thought. 



In the Nude by Lady Grey Ch. 03



Ever since this story first appeared I have been constantly asked to continue the story of Amanda's naked performance for her local theatre group. Well, here it is at last. I do hope it's been worth the wait. 


I awoke the morning after the dress rehearsal of the play still feeling the buzz from appearing on stage naked. Jim had been an animal in bed last night and I had welcomed it. I had never felt so aroused; it was beyond my wildest expectations. Jim was still sleeping soundly beside me. I looked at him and smiled to myself; after all his exertions last night he must have been knackered.

Yes, displaying myself like that had been an experience I was never going to forget. That first time had been even more erotic and arousing than I thought possible, and I couldn't wait for the next performance, which was now only a few hours away. Last night, it had been in front of friends in the drama group. That had been exciting enough, but tonight it was going to be another experience. I was going to do it all over again, this time in front of a theatre full of total strangers.

I felt my nipples rise at the thought. I ran my fingers over them and shivered. Then I moved my hand down to my pussy. I wasn't surprised to find it was already moist. I eased one finger inside in the warm wetness. I shuddered. I needed Jim. I gently stroked his shoulder. He slowly awoke and smiled up at me. 

"Morning, darling," he mouthed. I leaned over and kissed him.

"You feeling naughty already?" he said with a smile.

I nodded.

"Hope I can keep this up. We still have ten nights to go."

I smiled and slid my hand down his naked body. My fingers closed around his cock. It was already semi hard and getting harder by the second. I squeezed it and ran my fingers along its length. Jim groaned and turned towards me.

"I guess you are looking forward to tonight," he said smiling.

I nodded, and continued to stroke him. "It's got me so turned on, Jim; I didn't think it would affect me like this."

He smiled and began to stroke his hands over my breasts. "I'll look after you; you know that."

I nodded. "I know you will. I need you now, Jim. I need to feel you in me."

He nodded and pushed me onto my back. I felt the weight of his body on mine. I spread my legs and raised my knees. I felt his now hard cock pressing up against my pussy lips, and then he was entering me. I groaned and thrust my body towards him, engulfing him in my warm wetness. There was no rush this morning, not like last night. Then, I had needed him badly; this morning I just wanted loving. 

For more than an hour we enjoyed the pleasure of each others bodies. Then we arose and showered together, something we did regularly. Afterwards, I cooked us both a late breakfast. We spent an easy day together. We had both taken the time off work so we could concentrate on the play, and it was nice to spend some time around the house together.

I was feeling the excitement building up as Jim drove me to the theatre that evening. Mike was already there and greeted me with a smile. "Great feedback from last night, Amanda, and we have a packed house--every seat sold."

Jim kissed me as we parted. "Knock 'em dead, darling."

I nodded. "I'll do my best," I said as I made my way to my dressing room.

Liz, my wardrobe and make up girl, greeted me as I entered. There was a large bunch of roses on my dressing table. I looked at them. "From Rodger," she commented. I smiled.

We chatted as I got into my outfit for the first act; then she did my make up. "You are glowing tonight," she said as she applied some pan-stick to my face. "Something or someone must be exciting you."

"I shouldn't really tell you this," I said with a grin, "but after last night's performance, Jim and I couldn't stop fucking."

"Lucky you," Liz said with a smile. "Can you get me a part in the next performance where I can show my bare arse off to everyone? It hopefully might turn my old man on, although I doubt it."

We both laughed.

There was a knock on the door. Bill poked his head around. "You have got ten minutes. Amanda." 

"She's just about ready," Liz answered. Bill smiled.

When I walked out on stage that evening, I could see the theater was packed full. I could see the faces in the front rows, and I felt myself shiver slightly. It was going to be awesome to appear naked in front of so many people.

The first act went well, but towards the end, I was amused when I heard a few sounds of apparent embarrassment from the audience when Rodger lifted my skirt and slowly eased down my panties. As the lights went down and the curtains closed, Rodger smiled and pulled my panties up again. 

He smiled at me. "Can't wait for the second act, my darling."

I shook my head and quickly made my way back to my dressing room. Liz was waiting for me and helped me undress; she had already laid out my outfit for the second act. When I was naked, she checked my body for any blemishes and dabbed a little make up here and there. "Got to make you look your best. We have a big audience out there."

When I was dressed again, she poured out my coffee. There was a tap on the door, and I looked around as Jim came in. He smiled at Liz. "Is she okay?"

Liz nodded. "She's fine. She's going to knock them dead in the next act." She smiled. "I'll just go and get myself something to drink. I'll leave you two alone."

When she had gone, Jim looked at me. "No problems?"

I shook my head. "No, I don't think so; a little nervous, but I guess that will go as soon as I am out there."

He nodded. "I'm sure you'll do great. I was listening to some of the audience in the bar before I came over. I heard one guy say to another that he couldn't believe you were going to strip naked."

I smiled. "Well, he's certainly going to be in for a treat, isn't he?" We both laughed.

We chatted together until Bill knocked and told me there were five minutes to go. Liz came back and checked my make up, and Jim hugged me and kissed my cheek. "I can't wait for this act," he said with a smile.

I reached down and my fingers wrapped around his cock. It was already semi hard and thrusting against the denim of his jeans. He looked guiltily over in the direction of Liz, but she could not see what I was doing. 

I squeezed it. "Just keep that ready for me. I'm going to need it more than ever tonight," I whispered in his ear. He pulled away from me and I saw his face was slightly flushed. 

I was stood in the wings with Rodger as the lights went down. He put his arm around my shoulders and hugged me. "You okay Amanda?"

I nodded. "I'm fine. How about you?"

"I'm okay, but it's you that has to show everything."

I smiled. "Don't worry about it; I know what I'm doing."

I heard the curtains swish open and the lights went up, and we walked onto the stage hand in hand. I did have to admit that I was beginning to feel the tension slightly. The audience seemed strangely quiet; there seemed to be an air of expectancy. 

The scene went well up to where we took our positions on the sofa. Then I was suddenly surprised when Rodger stumbled over a couple of lines which was so unusual for him. Maybe the tension was getting to him, too. Luckily, I managed to cover up, and no one, I guess, apart from maybe the directors and the prompt girl, noticed. As we started getting intimate, kissing and cuddling, I was amused to feel Rodger trembling. He was more nervous than I was. I was even more amused to see him perspiring--a professional like Rodger. The reality of what he was about to do seemed to be getting to him. This tended to boost my confidence.

It was an exciting feeling being in front of such a large audience, and one with an expectant hush over it, when Rodger started undressing me. Soon my blouse and skirt were discarded, and I had Rogers's shirt off. I felt the urgent excitement in my body when his hands reached out and cupped my breasts. My own fingers were now trembling as I tugged his belt undone. He pulled me towards him and we kissed, and I felt him fumble with the clasp of my bra. I held my breath; was he going to be able to do it? I was thankful when it at last came undone.

He pushed himself away from me and slowly drew the bra straps down my arms. Out in the audience I again heard a few embarrassed coughs and gasps as my breasts were at last uncovered, and the bra fell down onto the sofa between us. Rodger stood up and his pants slid down his legs and rested around his ankles. He bent down and quickly removed his shoes and socks, and then kicked off his pants. Then he held out his hand, pulling me to my feet.

We clung together for a moment, my breasts crushed against his bare chest, then we walked together slowly towards the bedroom on the other side of the stage. He left me standing, my back to the audience, as he slipped into bed. I stood and watched him as under the covers he stripped off his boxers; this was the signal. I slipped my fingers into the waist band of my panties and eased them down and stepped out of them; now I was completely naked. 

There was not a sound from the audience, and you could have heard a pin drop as I moved towards the bed. Rodger turned down the covers and I slipped in beside him. Suddenly, I jumped. It was like an electric shock, feeling his naked body rub up against mine.

We lay there for a moment, and then he turned and moved towards me. We kissed tenderly, and he eased me over onto my back and positioned himself above me. I parted my legs to allow him space, and he moved in between them. Suddenly, I felt him hard and pressing against me. He had an erection again, and it was rubbing it up against my pussy. The only thing separating us was the brief jockey shorts he was wearing. 

He began to move against me, simulating sex, and he continued to rub up against me. At that moment, even with the audience watching, I could have happily ripped off his jockeys and allowed him to enter me. I gripped onto the bedclothes, praying for the scene to come to an end before I did something silly. As the lights dimmed and the curtains closed, I struggled from under him, grabbed for a sheet to cover myself, and ran from the stage.

Liz was waiting in my dressing room when I got there. She quickly saw my distressed state and poured me a large whisky from a bottle I kept in my dressing table. I stood there trembling, and swigged it down in one quick gulp. The amber liquid stung my throat and I coughed, but it steadied my nerves. What had Rodger been thinking? My God, was I going to have to suffer that torment night after night?

Just then the door opened and one of the backstage girls came in with my interval coffee, apologizing for being late. "Sorry, Amanda. It was that Suzie; she was so busy watching you on stage she forgot to put the kettle on." 

When she had left, Liz looked at me with some concern. "Are you alright?" she asked.

I nodded. "I am now. I've just downed that whisky. It was that bloody Rodger; he had a hard on again and he was rubbing it against me."

Liz gasped. "You're kidding. I was sure Bill spoke to him about it after last night."

I shook my head. "I couldn't believe it. He was as nervous as hell during the act; forgot his lines in one part, and then that. Trouble was, I was feeling hot myself with all the audience out there watching. When he rubbed his stiffy up against my pussy, well, you can imagine."

Liz laughed. "Well, they wanted nudity, and they got it. They nearly got a bonus and got full sex as well."

I shook my head and joined her laughing, and as the tension subsided, I began to feel a little better. By the time Bill called five minutes, I was much calmer. Liz had repaired my make up and combed out my hair. I slipped into the bath robe I was to wear for the last act. I met Steven and Rodger at the side of the stage; they were chatting quietly together as the audience was settling down. 

Rodger looked at me a little shame faced as I joined them. "Sorry about my little problem, Amanda. I just can't seem to help myself."

I shook my head. "It's got to stop, Rodger. It's not that I don't understand; I get feelings myself, but I try to control them."

Rodger nodded. "I know. It's just that you are so bloody attractive. The sight of your body just turns me on. Dressed, you are a most delightful creature; naked, you are awesome."

I could not help smiling. I took Rodger's hand and squeezed it. "Just do your best." He nodded just as we heard the curtain go up.

I looked at Steven. "You ready?" He nodded and I walked out on stage for the final scene.

I knew from the previous night that this was the most revealing scene. In the previous bedroom scene, the lights had been subdued and the audience had only seen me naked from the rear as I got into bed. This time I was to face them full on, revealed in the full light of the stage lights. 

With the stage lights being brighter, I could now see clearly most of the first four rows of the audience. Their appetites had been wetted by the previous scene. I guessed that some of them probably realised from the way my unrestrained breasts moved, and the protrusions of my already erect nipples, that I was wearing very little under the robe. I wondered what they were thinking. Were they secretly hoping for more revelations?

Steven came on and I fell into my part easily, but I could feel the excitement building within me as the scene progressed. I was trembling as I kissed Steven goodbye and he left for work, and I continued to play my part, clearing away the breakfast pots, and waiting for the sound of Rodger's knock on the door.

When I heard Rodger's knock at the door, I knew the moment was quickly approaching when I would be totally revealed to everyone in the audience. I walked over and opened the door to Rodger. "My God, what are you doing here? Steven's only just left."

He stepped inside and took me in his arms and kissed me, then we broke away. "I know," he said huskily, "I was waiting outside. I saw him leave."

"You shouldn't be here; he could come back."

He shook his head and shrugged. "I just had to see you after last night." 

He took me in his arms again and we kissed. I could feel his body pressing against me. Thankfully, he was not in a state of erection this time. 

I felt myself trembling slightly as the moment approached. I closed my eyes as I felt him easing the robe off my shoulders. I felt it slip down my arms. I heard a few gasps and quiet coughs from the audience as my breasts became exposed.

Now Rodger's hands were caressing my breasts. I could feel that my nipples had quickly responded to his touch. Strangely, I didn't feel at all embarrassed; in fact, I was quite enjoying the experience. I was wondering to myself how the audience must be feeling watching me being caressed. Some were probably embarrassed, others maybe excited. Then Rodger was unfastening the belt of my robe and it fell away from me altogether dropping in a pool of pale blue silk around my feet. Now I was completely naked as Rodger continued to kiss and caress me intimately. He then led me towards the sofa and we fell down on it together with me tearing at his clothes

Suddenly the door opened and Steven was standing there. "Just popped back. I'd forgotten---- oh, my God, what the hell do you think you're doing?" He strode across the stage and grabbed Rodger by the shoulder, pulling him away from me. As the two men argued, I attempted to reach my discarded robe, but Steven picked it up and held it out of my reach as I tried vainly to cover my nakedness with my arms.

As the two men argued, I was enjoying the sensation of being completely naked in front of so many people. With the stage lights being so bright, I could clearly see the faces of the people on the first four rows. Some were watching the action between the two men, but the majority were watching me. My God, it was an incredible sensation to see so many people looking at my nakedness. One of my hands was covering my pussy. I was being careful not to touch myself as I would have cum on the spot. At last, Steven threw my robe back to me and I pulled it on. Much, I'm sure, to the disappointment of quite a few members of the audience.

The end of the play was greeted with rapturous applause with loud whistles and cheers from a few sectors of the audience. As the curtain came down, the three of us walked to the front of the stage. We joined hands, but as the curtain began to rise, I realised that I had not fastened my robe, and with the two guys holding on to my hands, there was nothing I could do about it but let it fall open. The audience applauded so much we had to do a second curtain call. But by then I wasn't objecting.

With the curtain back down, I quickly fastened my robe as the two of them congratulated me, and I quickly made my way back to my dressing room. Liz was waiting for me, clutching on to a large bunch of red roses. "Just arrived for you and you deserve them. It was a great performance; we'll be turning them away from the doors for the rest of the run." 

"Just hope I can stand it. I'm so fucking hot; I need some serious attention." I grinned and Liz laughed at my outspoken comments.

Bill knocked on the door, and then came in and hugged me. "You did a great show, Amanda. The press wants to interview you, and there's also some one from the local radio station--- so as soon as you are ready....."

"Fame at last," I said with a grin. "Just shows what you can do when you are willing to take your clothes off in public."

I took my stage make up off, and took a quick shower, restraining from touching myself too intimately. I hoped that Jim was going to be up to what he was going to be doing later.

Liz had laid out my clothes, and I dressed quickly. Then we went out to the theater bar where everyone had gathered. There was a round of applause as we walked in. The press wanted pictures of me and interviews. God! It was like being a celebrity; what a change in status from just one performance. The local radio did a short interview and asked if I would appear on a show for them for a more in depth interview at a later date.

Mike and Bill appeared with a bottle of champagne that they opened with a loud pop, and there were again cheers all around as the glasses were passed out. Jim appeared and pushed his way through the throng. I was glad to see him. He hugged me and we kissed. 

"You need to take me home. And I mean it is urgent," I whispered in his ear.

He grinned and nodded. "Just let me get a drink. We can't really leave just yet; everyone wants to talk to you."

I shrugged. "No, I guess not, but if we don't go soon, I might have to ask Rodger if we can go back on stage and do a quick rehearsal of scene two," I said with a grin.

People kept coming over and offering me congratulations and buying me drinks. I even had some interest from a local photographer who inquired if I would be willing to model for him. He said he had contacts that I might find very useful. I wasn't sure if I really wanted to go down that line, but I took his card and said I would seriously consider his offer.

At last Jim said we could go. Everyone called good night, and Jim took me out into the car park. Like the gentleman he was, he opened the car door for me to get in, but I turned and grabbed him. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pressed my body up against him. "Jim, I need you so badly," I whispered urgently.

We kissed hungrily, and then he pushed me away gently. "We'll be home soon, darling, and then we have all night." I gripped his hand and nodded and got in the car. I think we went through a few red lights, but it was late and who was counting.

As soon as we were in the house, almost before the door was closed, it was a flurry of clothes and limbs. We had each other stripped naked, and Jim was buried deep in me as we clung together on the carpet in the hallway.




In the Nude by Lady Grey Ch. 03



The first time was a bit rushed, and afterwards we lay together gasping, but I was feeling a lot better. Then Jim carried me upstairs and laid me on the bed. This time our love making was much more tender, much more satisfying. We lay together in each other's arms allowing ourselves to relax. I kissed Jim, and then went to the bathroom to clean up. When I returned, Jim had changed the sheets. Sex is wonderful, but it does make a mess of the sheets, and I hate lying in the wet patch which for some reason always seems to be under me.

Getting back into bed clean and refreshed, we chatted together about the play. Jim was amused when I told him about Rodger having an erection again in the bedroom scene. 

"Poor bastard," he said with a smile. "You are going to have to watch him; he might try to slip it into you before the run is over."

I nodded my head. "That's what worries me; what would I do? I'm naked and he's only got his jocks on. If he does do something and I make a fuss, it will spoil the play, but I can't just lie there and let him slip me one, can I?"

Jim smiled. "Would it be so awful? It's only a play, and I can just imagine how he feels lying on top of your naked body. I can't say that if I was in his position, I could restrain myself."

I looked at him with some surprise. "You mean you wouldn't be upset if Rodger were to attempt to go further than just rub himself up against me?"

He smiled again. "How would you feel if he was to take things a step further?"

I shrugged. "I don't know. I had a word with him tonight, and he apologized, but I guess it would be rather exciting."

He leaned over and kissed me. "It would be more than exciting. I can't imagine how it would feel to see you two in bed together, knowing that Rodger was actually fucking you rather than just acting."

I felt myself shudder at the thought, and Jim smiled and hugged me. "The thought of it is getting to you as well; just feel what it's doing to me." He took my hand and pressed it down to his groin. My fingers encircled his cock; it was like a rod of steel. 

"The thought of Rodger having real sex with me is really turning you on, isn't it?"

"Doing it in public as well; it's awesome. You've got to let him do it, Amanda."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Jim was actually pleading with me to let Rodger fuck me, and whatever the effect it was having on Jim, it was having the same effect on me. I could feel myself juicing up at the thought of letting another man enter me. Not only that, but letting him enter me with over two hundred people watching.

I grabbed hold of Jim and pulled him on top of me, spreading my legs under him. He didn't need any other encouragement; his lance like cock homed in on my juiced up love tunnel, and soon it was plunging inside. My fingers raked his back as I thrust my body up to meet him. Never before had our love making been so urgent. Our bodies were bathed in perspiration as we strove for fulfillment. Even though we had made love many times, that night when the climax came, it was as though a dam had broken, and afterwards we lay spent and exhausted.

The following morning we overslept. We had really tired ourselves out. Jim was still fast off when I slipped out of bed and made my way to the shower. As the warm water soothed my body, I thought back to what had been said last night. What would happen in the cold light of day? Would Jim still want me to actually have sex with Rodger? Then there was another thing. What would Rodger's thoughts be on the matter? I couldn't really suggest to him casually while we were in bed together that it was alright for him to shag me.

In the end, I decide to let things take their course, and I think Rodger was a little surprised when I pressed myself up against him and moved a little suggestively in the bed scene the following night. Later, as we made our way home, Jim couldn't wait to ask me how things had gone. He asked almost before we got into the car. 

I smiled. "You're really into this, aren't you?"

He grinned and nodded. "I think it's really erotic, you two in that bed together. Has he made a move on you yet?"

I shook my head. "No, but I did actually try to encourage him a little tonight. I think I might have to lead the way. He's a little scared of me after getting a warning from Bill over his actions."

Jim was the usual ardent love maker that night, something I badly needed. I think the whole idea was getting to us both. I can't believe how hot I was for him, and he responded in the same way. 

I decided that I was going to have to make the first move if I were going to get Rodger to actually fuck me for real. The first thing I did was to leave off the thong I should have been wearing at the end of the first act, and I had instructed Jim to tell the guy on the curtains to not be so quick with closing them. 

When it came to the part where he removed my panties, he noticed immediately that I was not wearing anything under them. The look on his face said it all: sheer panic, and when he began to draw them down and the curtain didn't close, he was even more flustered.

When finally the curtain did close, he looked at me. "What happened there?" 

I looked puzzled. "How do you mean?"

"The bloody curtains--was the guy asleep? And you forgot to put your extra pants on."

"Don't worry about it," I said as I turned to leave. "It makes things all that more exciting, doesn't it?"

I was feeling excited about what I was about to do. I even had a second glass of whisky. The undressing on the sofa went well, and I liked the feel of his hands on my breasts. I sensed I was already beginning to feel a little damp as we made our way to the bed room, and when I removed my panties, they clung to me for a brief moment. Yes, I was certainly a little moist down there.

In the bed, we continued to follow the script, and Rodger positioned himself on top of me. Again, thankfully, he had not been able to control his erection, and I felt the hardness of it pressing against me as we moved together. When I reached down and pushed down his jockey briefs and gripped his hard shaft, he almost cried out. When I positioned myself so that I could press him up against my entrance, he lost all control and slipped slowly in to my by now well lubricated hole just as the curtains closed.

"Was this supposed to happen?" he gasped.

I nodded. "I think you have suffered long enough," and I squeezed my vaginal muscles, gripping him tightly. "Now let's get off stage before the crew comes on." 

Reluctantly, he slipped out of me and we got out of bed. Before we separated to our dressing rooms, I gripped his hand and squeezed it. "Come and see me after the final curtain. I'll get rid of Liz."

I was just getting prepared for the last act when Jim poked his head around the door. "Go and get me a glass of water," I said to Liz. She took the hint and smiled at Jim as he stood aside to let her out. 

"Well, did he do the deed?" he asked.

I nodded. "Yes, with a little help from me."

"What was his reaction?"

"Shock, I think, but I can't let it end like that; that would be too cruel."

Jim looked at me. "What do you intend to do? Let him have another go tomorrow?"

I smiled. "Yes, I might, but I thought I ought to let him take things further a little sooner."

He looked at me puzzled.

"I have told him to come and see me after the show. Do you mind?"

He looked at me for a moment, then smiled. "You are actually going to let him fuck you for real?"

I nodded. "Yes, but only if you agree."

He smiled again. "Of course I bloody agree, but only if I'm allowed to watch."

I looked at him. "You want to see me being fucked by another man?" 

He nodded. "I sure do; it's my wildest fantasy." 

"I'm not sure he will go for that, you being here watching."

He shook his head. "Don't worry, he won't know I'm watching. You just go ahead and enjoy yourselves and let me worry about the rest." 

Bill knocked on the door and called. "Two minutes."

Jim kissed me and left and Liz came back in with the drink. I thanked her and told her I wouldn't need her after the show tonight. She could get off and get an early night. She looked surprised but didn't argue.

The last act went well. I was enjoying the experience of being completely naked on stage more and more with each performance, and tonight had an added attraction. Thinking about what would happen after the last curtain, again I purposely forgot to fasten my robe and took the last curtain call with it flapping open much to the delight of one guy I saw who was sitting in the front row armed with a mobile phone camera. I smiled as I made my way to my dressing room and wondered if I might appear on U tube or one of the other more risqué download sites.

Back in my dressing room, I took a look around. There was no obvious sign of Jim, but I noticed the wardrobe door was just slightly ajar. I poured myself a large drink and checked my make up in the mirror. I was trembling slightly, and I could see that my nipples were aroused; I was acting a bit like a schoolgirl on her first date.

I jumped slightly when there was sharp tap on the door. Rodger poked his head around and looked around the dressing room. "Are you alone?" he asked. "Has Liz gone?"

I nodded. "Yes, I told her she could get off after my last change."

He stepped into the room smiling. "You're a strange one, you know. First, you complain to Bill about me, and then this."

I smiled. "Sorry, Rodger, I just didn't realise it was going to effect me like it has. I have been so turned on every night, and the scene in bed is just unbelievable, with you rubbing up against me. I'm sorry; I just couldn't stand it any longer."

He walked over and put his hands on my shoulders and drew me to him. "Don't worry! I guess you know how I've felt about you since you first joined the company. This production has been a nightmare for me: seeing you naked, touching you. It's been so hard for me."

I grinned. "Yes, so I've noticed."

He slapped me playfully. "There's no need to tease. A man has needs as well you know, and unlike you, I have no one at home to relieve them. By the way, where is Jim tonight?"

"He's got a meeting with the stage crew, but I guess it's just an excuse for a drink with the lads."

"So we're all alone?"

"I nodded. "Yes, but you had better lock the door just in case."

He nodded and turned the lock, then turned back to me. "I can't believe this is really happening; you don't know how often I think about you."

I smiled. "Well, now you have me to yourself for a while." I eased the tie of my robe undone and slipped the robe off my shoulders and stood there naked before him.

He stood and looked me up and down slowly. "I don't think I will ever get tired of looking at your body; you look wonderful."

"Well, don't just stand there looking at it," I said, caressing my breasts slowly. "Tonight you have an open invitation so make the most of it."

He moved in closer and replaced my hands with his own; I smiled. "You like touching my breasts, don't you?"

He nodded. "They are perfection, just like the rest of your body." 

He bent down and kissed each nipple before drawing one into his mouth and sucking on it while doing exciting things with his tongue; meanwhile, his hands moved down and one cupped my pussy and worked one finger inside.

"My, you are wet," he said.

I grinned. "I've been like that every night since the dress rehearsal. I think I'm wearing Jim out."

"Well, you know where I am if he ever needs a stand in."

He moved me slowly back until I could feel the hard edge of my dressing table against my bottom. He placed his hands under my arms and lifted me up onto it. The wooden top of the dressing table was cool against my skin. I felt him struggle with his belt, then his pants fell to the floor. I reached out and found him already hard. I ran my fingers slowly along the hard shaft of warm flesh that had already been in me once tonight, but only for a brief moment. Now, this was going to be the real thing. 

I thought for a moment about Jim hiding in the wardrobe. I wondered just how he was feeling seeing Rodger just about to fuck me. I hoped he was enjoying the scene being acted out before him as much as he thought he would. I imagined he would be holding on to something large and warm just like I was, and probably doing just the same as I was.

Rodger moved in closer, his body easing my legs apart. Now I was able to rub the bell shaped head of his cock up against my pussy lips mixing our juices. He pressed forward entering me, and I enjoyed the sensation of him filling me once again.

He gripped my arms tightly, pressing my breasts against his chest as he began a slow thrusting motion, penetrating deep into my welcoming body before withdrawing almost to the point of me crying out, before thrusting deep into me again and again.

To say he was in urgent need was an understatement, but he managed well, and it was I who was crying out for him to finish, to make me cum. It was only after more urgent pleas that he relented, and with a cry and a final lunge, I felt him erupt, and I experienced the wonderful sensation of his juices flooding into me. I clutched onto him tightly, thanking him.

He looked at me, perspiration dripping off his chin. "It's you who deserves the thanks, my darling Amanda. That was more, much more, than I ever dreamed about."

I wrapped my arms around him and kissed him hungrily. "That was incredible, Rodger. Thank you, thank you."

I felt him ease his now flaccid cock out of me, and I felt our combined juices trickle down between my thighs making a sticky mess on the dressing table. I looked down at his cock and smiled. "Well, we now know how to get rid of your erection problems."

He grinned. "That's a solution I can live with. Just be in my dressing room fifteen minutes before tomorrow's performance."

I took his wet cock in my hand. "I thought we might do an encore, but I'm not sure you are up to it."

He smiled. "I guess a young lady with your talents has a solution for that?"

I pushed him away and slid down off the dressing table. "Sit down in that chair, young man, and let's see what I can do."

He sat down, and I dropped to the floor between his knees. His cock just lay there, looking awfully forlorn. I took it in my hand and began working on it. I smiled when it began to respond. I leaned forward and licked my tongue over the end, and the exciting musky scent of sex invaded my nostrils.

I opened my mouth and worked my lips over the ever growing member, sucking it deep into my throat. Rodger groaned and clutched onto my hair, pulling me even closer between his thighs. I cupped his balls in my hands and rolled them. Now I felt his cock swelling in an alarming manner. In minutes it was back to its full glory. 

I ran my tongue over the head and looked up at Rodger. "Are you ready to serve seconds?" I asked with a cheeky grin.

I got up off my knees and placed my hands on my dressing stool. I spread my legs slightly and thrust out my rear. I looked over my shoulder at Rodger still sitting in the chair. "Can you see anything to interest you?" I asked.

He smiled and rose from the chair. He placed his hands on my hips and ran his hand over my pussy which was still dripping from our last little session. "Is this where you need the attention, madam?" he asked.

I nodded. "I think you have found the place."

He eased my legs open a little wider, then his cock was parting my lips once again, and I groaned as he slipped slowly inside me. I gripped on to him tightly, contracting my vaginal muscles.

He groaned. "I love the way you do that."

I released him slightly to allow him room to work, and he slammed into me with long easy strokes. I love being taken in the doggy position. It leaves your breasts free and available, and Rodger made good use of them, squeezing and tweaking my nipples till I cried out. We both came with a rush, again, and Rodger flopped up against me breathing heavily. His cock slipped out, and I felt trails of cum dripping down my inner thighs.

I reached for some tissues and wiped myself as clean as possible. I would need a shower to clean off properly. I turned to see Rodger easing up his pants. He smiled. "That was more than I ever imagined. Thank you, Amanda."

I leaned forward and kissed him. "There's three night to go before the end of the run. Maybe we could do it again."

He grinned. "That won't be a problem. Now we had better put in an appearance or people will be talking." He kissed my lightly, unlocked the door, and with a smile, left, closing the door behind him.  

I looked over at the wardrobe. The door swung open and there stood Jim, a sheepish look on his face. "Was it everything you expected?" I asked.

He nodded. "And more! So, how was it for you? You seemed to be enjoying yourself."

I smiled. "I did. He was very good, but don't think that's an excuse. Also, you've got some work to do when we get home."

He laughed.

The show ran to packed houses for the rest of the run. I enjoyed the experience of being naked in public more and more with every performance, so much so that now Jim and I are actively planning ideas to further extend the experience for me.

As for Rodger, he didn't bother with his jockey shorts any more, and we actively made love on the bed every night for the rest of the run. It was exciting doing it with an audience looking on, but as it was so short it was also a little unfulfilling. But now with Jim's full agreement, Rodger always came and made up for it after the final curtain. On the last night of the run, unknown to Rodger, I allowed Jim to set up a small video camera to catch all the action. Maybe one day you might even catch me as we have talked about uploading the film to the internet.