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Marie Ch. 01

By: EdandMarie



Chapter 01: The Audition

I'm a 45 year old husband who takes good care of myself. I run several times a week lift weights and eat right. I'm 5'11", 210#, with a well muscled physique. My wife is 39 years old and I think she's gorgeous. Many men that see her think the same, as she gets wolf whistles and verbal compliments from men, when I'm not around. She's 5'6", 125#, brown eyes, light brown hair and a well put together body. She has a 34B chest, a size 6 frame and beautiful legs. In the past few years, I've gotten her to open up more and let people see her beauty. She wears more figure hugging clothes, shorter skirts, lower neck lines, all tasteful, yet eye-catching. 

I am the only man my wife has ever had sex with or even been nude for. We have been married for 21 years and have a very active sex life. She is very orgasmic and will have so many, that at least once a week, she has trouble walking because of sore legs. It's almost a ritual to try and make this happen. Sex is not always typical. She gives wonderful head, but seldom allows me to cum in her mouth, and then only partially. We have anal sex a hand full of times a year and once in a blue moon she uses vibrators.

I can't get her to fantasize about sex, with me or others, she never will talk about it. She's not a prude by any stretch, but although she will wear clothes to attract attention, she is still concerned about even a nipple slip. She occasionally tries to be a little experimental, but those times were fleeting.

In general, we lead a basic middle class life, with an above average sex life. I have always wanted a little more and found an opportunity to push for it.

My wife has occasionally acted in civic theater productions. This carried over from high school where she was in several plays. It's always been a fun thing for her and something to relax her, get her mind off day to day stuff. We live in a large city and there are several playhouses with many different venues. I caught an ad in the paper for one of the theaters known more for being risqué. We had been to a few of their productions and had always seen some type of nudity, including full frontal of both men and women. Nothing you wouldn't have seen on late night cable, strictly R-rated. Their plays had a fairly professional look and the nudity was never overly gratuitous. 

The ad was for a production about a middle-aged housewife, who became bored and started cheating on her husband. I decided to check into it and found that they were looking for a 40ish woman, attractive, that would be comfortable with some nudity and being around up to four nude men. I thought for a while and decided to ask my wife to audition. It took a lot of coaxing over a couple days, but I got her to go to the audition on that Saturday. I had figured they'd want to get a good look at her since she was having a nude scene, but I wasn't ready for what happened.

We arrived at one o'clock and she was given a portion of a script and a few minutes to review it. She was called up and read her lines, along with a very attractive young man. Nothing very deep about the test lines, but she was competent and asked to step into the next room as they would like to have her for the second half of the audition. I was allowed to be with her throughout this and everything was very pleasant and upbeat. After about a half hour, we were asked to step into an office where we sat across from the director at his desk. This became where the rubber met the road. What was about to happen, if it happened, would be a life altering experience.

The director was very professional and direct. He said that he needed to see my wife naked and needed to have her do a short audition with one of the co-stars, who would also be naked. He handed her the pages and then said he'd give us a few minutes to look at the lines and decide if she was interested.

Reading the script with her, I saw that this man was to be one of her lovers in the play. He was playing a 20 year old college student and would be touching her and suckling her breasts. Additionally, they would be simulating sex, doggy-style in this scene. We were a little apprehensive as it was apparent that his cock would be in close proximity to her pussy. I was also excited at the possibility of this. It would be visually stimulating and yet would be safe and in a controlled environment. I'd deal with the feelings of 200 people seeing this at a later time. We ran through the pages again, discussed what would be happening and she reluctantly decided to try it. I made it clear that she could back out at any time and she assured me that if something occurred that I didn't like, I should stop things and we could leave.

A couple minutes later the director and the young actor knocked and came in. My wife let them know we had talked and she was still interested. With that, the director had them move over toward a table and chairs on the other side of the room and asked them to disrobe. My wife had a sun dress with spaghetti straps, sandals, no bra and pair of low-rise white panties. She took off the shoes, then looked me in the eyes and slid the straps off her shoulders and the dress hit the floor. I and both the other men were staring at her. She had a nice tan, except for her breasts, which were a creamy white with dark hardened nipples in the middle. She then bent over as she slid her panties down and stepped out of them. As she stood up holding the dress and panties, I was mesmerized. The room was a little cool and her nipples were very pert and her pussy lips could be clearly seen as she was shaved clean with the exception of a narrow strip.

After what felt like several minutes of the guys inspecting her body, her co-star pulled off his t-shirt and jeans. I couldn't help but notice that he was almost rock hard already. His cock was close to 8" long and was bigger around than most I'd seen. Also, his body was a solid 6'1" with rippled abs, full chest, hard ass, good tan, any woman's wet dream. My wife was slowly looking him up and down and when she realized I saw her looking, she turned her eyes down and blushed a bit.

As they stood there, checking out each other, the director explained this exercise was to see how my wife looked, how they looked together and to see if they were comfortable and had the chemistry needed. He continued that there would be a good deal of physical contact and this was as much to see that I could handle it, as it was to see if she could. They didn't want to be home wreckers and needed to be certain that we both could handle the intimacy of the scene. He also made sure we understood that this was only a small portion of the intimate contact she could expect throughout the play.

As I saw her standing there with her naked co-star, I wondered just how much contact we were talking about and if I could handle it. I was certain I had wanted her to be naked in front of other men, but that was a pride thing, knowing I could have her and they couldn't. This scene had few words and was mostly action, with this young man performing the action only I had previously. I wasn't even certain how much action there would be and that concerned me as much as anything. I caught my wife's eyes, got up and went to her. I gave her a gentle kiss and whispered in her ear that I would support her decision. I backed up to sit nearby and she nodded to the director and said we were okay with it. The director then asked that I step in the hall with him for a moment leaving them alone, naked. 

In the hall he explained that he wanted them to get a little more comfortable with each other and being nude in front of each other. I wasn't sure what comfortable meant, but in my frame of mind, anything could be going on behind that door. After several minutes, he knocked and we re-entered the room. Her stud had his arm low around her waist with most of his hand on her ass cheek. I could see at least one of her nipples was wet and could see her pussy was moist as it glistened when the light hit it. She smiled at me and then looked at the director. He asked if they were ready and both answered yes. He then looked at her co-star and reminded him that before simulating sex, he should make sure she was wet enough so no one became raw. Hearing this brought an instant mental picture that both scared and excited me. My thoughts were broken when the director said they could begin when they were ready.

The young stud pulled her to him with the hand on her ass. He ran his other hand over her hair and face and drew her in for a tender kiss. As they kissed, his hand continued down to her breast which he caressed and lightly tweaked. I saw a shiver escape her as she moaned softly into his mouth. As they broke the kiss, his mouth went down to her neck and then her breast and the hand on her ass disappeared into her crack at the base. I heard her gasp slightly and saw her tense up for a second. While he suckled her breast, one of her hands ran down his back and felt his ass and with the other, she ran her fingers through his hair.

As he sucked on her nipples and his hand worked her butt, she let out a couple moans and had moved her hand to wrap around his shaft. At this, he let out a moan. I could see she was gently stroking him, very subtlely. All this took only about three or four minutes and then he raised his head and turned her so she was facing the table with her back to him. She still had his cock in her hand and he had one hand on her breast. His dick was laying in the crack of her ass and she appeared to be pressing back against it, while running her hand slowly up and down the top side of his dick. He then whispered something in her ear; she whispered something back and bent over with her hands on the back of a chair. He backed up slightly, lowered his cock to line it up with her pussy and leaned forward. His cock head gently road the curve of her ass and slid across her labia until his hips made contact with her ass and his cock head was sticking beyond her clit. He held it there and I could see it pulsing. It was hard as granite and colored a dark purple. One of her hands went down between her legs and she ran her fingers along the underside of his shaft and head. He began to make slow stroking motions as if he was fucking her, but was only running it through her pussy lips. I could see from my angle that the top side of his cock was glistening with my wife's juices and the tip had a drop of pre-cum. On each thrust his dick would stick out between her legs, but from another angle, you'd believe they were really fucking. My wife's fingers continued to gently scrape his manhood as it slid in and out from between her valley. 

During this I heard nothing except the occasional moan and the sound of his cock rubbing her wet lips. I was in a trance seeing this young stud have his way with my bride. Although he wasn't penetrating her, he was surely getting her hotter by the minute. Meanwhile, my dick was harder than I thought possible. As jealous as I was, I was incredibly turned on. I couldn't take my eyes off her pussy, seeing his cock poking through her legs and hand with each stroke. I thought that once in a while, I didn't see the tip of his cock, but I figured it was just her hand obstructing my view. This simulation went on for about five more minutes and I heard my wife's breathing increase. Suddenly he grabbed her hips more firmly and began driving hard into her. Her hand tightened around his cock so I was unable to see it and she let loose with a powerful orgasm. He continued to slam into her until a few seconds after her orgasm let down. He then let out a loud grunt as he pulled his dick from between her legs and it erupted with a thick white stream of cum landing in my wife's hair and a second hitting her asshole. Then he started rubbing his cock in the crack of her ass, while squeezing her ass cheeks against his cock. She reached around and ran her fingers over his cock head as he stroked. He continued to stroke and proceeded to cover much of her back with his seed. She continued to gently caress his cock as it began to slow its thick flow and allowed a puddle to form between his cock head, her ass and her hand. She finally let go and he leaned forward enough to help her straighten up. He kissed her neck and I saw another shiver. While nuzzling her, he was fondling her tits and rubbing her nipples lightly between his fingers. He again whispered in her ear and she gave a coit smile. She lifted her hand with his cum on it and brought it to her face. She turned to lightly kiss his lips and then brought her hand to her lips and ran her tongue between her thumb and forefinger. I almost came in my pants. She had a glob of his sperm on her tongue so he could see and then she seductively curled her tongue and brought it into her mouth and swallowed. Then they kissed again and began to realize we were still there.

Their breathing had calmed and as they separated, the young man apologized to her and said she was so incredibly hot, he couldn't hold back any longer. She assured him that this wasn't a problem and she was flattered that such a good looking young man could find her attractive. 

After we all came to our senses, I looked at my wife and caught her eyes. She smiled a reserved grin and glanced down again. She was a sight, her alabaster breasts had taken on a rosy hue. She had hand marks on her hips and cum dripping down the crack of her ass. She appeared a little ashamed as the director handed her a towel and she began wiping off the evidence. Her co-star ran a towel over her back and ass, paying a little extra attention to her crack. He brought the towel through her legs and even ran it between her pussy lips, which elicited another shiver and a small smile. He then leaned in the whisper again, but this time, she looked in my direction and quietly said something back while lightly shaking her head. They finished cleaning up and dressed casually as if what had happened was the most natural thing ever. 

The director asked us to wait in the hall while he talked to the other actor for a minute. After about five minutes, the director came out and let us know that the part was my wife's if she wanted it. He let her know that she looked fantastic with Brad (her co-star) and if she accepted, rehearsals would begin Monday night at 6pm. There were only two weeks before opening night and if she said yes, she should expect two weeks of late nights. She said she'd call by Monday noon.

I almost had to carry my wife as we walked out to the car. She was pretty quiet and I figured the guilt was working its way to the surface. Once in the car, I let her know how much I loved her and how erotic that scene had been. I let her know that although things went much further than I had expected, she had no reason to feel any shame and that I would support her in this play, if she chose to do it. She let out a little sob and the 45 minute drive home was a relatively silent one.

Once we got home, I brought her to the bedroom and had her undress, the same as in her audition. I took off my clothes as well and then copied the scene that was fresh in my mind. The only difference was I penetrated her. She was incredibly wet and I slid in with ease. She felt different or maybe my level of excitement created that perception. In any case, I only lasted a few strokes before blowing my load in my gorgeous wife's cunt.

After my release, we showered and then screwed like never before, with almost no words the entire night. We fucked. We both were in a place of sexual excitement that we'd never experienced. I lost track of time, but every time one of us woke through the night, another incredible round ensued. It was 1pm Sunday before we came up for air.

Once we had settled down, it was time to discuss what had happened. We had showered and were relaxing with a couple drinks and some lunch by our pool, when I broached the subject and asked what was the last thing he had whispered in her ear and what had she replied. Apparently, he asked if she would clean him. I said that would have been a smaller deal than much of the other, but then she said, with her tongue. He figured since she had tasted his cum, she wouldn't be reluctance to suck off the rest of his seed. She felt that was a line I wouldn't want her to cross. I asked was it a line you wanted to cross? She answered very quietly that she wasn't sure.

I asked her to run through what had taken place while I was in the hall and what she was thinking and feeling as the scene progressed. She gave me enough detail to cause my sore, worn out cock to come to attention, again. 

At first, she was thinking it was cute, a license from me to allow her to show her body and enjoy a young guy as well. It wasn't until she saw him naked with a hard-on, that she realized this was much more than that. He was so attractive and young. He was fantasy material, even though she said she never fantasized. She had never been in the presence of another bare cock and the size only added to the moment. 

When the director and I left the room, she was surprised and very nervous. She hadn't expected to be alone with a naked man. He put her at ease by staying back the first couple minutes and just talked and looked at her body. He complimented her and specifically mentioned her tits and how she was shaved and her tan and just made her feel relaxed. 

Before he touched her, he asked. He said her skin looked so soft he wanted to touch it. She let him. He ran his hands over her shoulders and down her arms and then around to her back. He stopped as his hands just started onto her butt cheeks. He looked her in the eyes and asked if he could kiss her, she didn't answer and leaned in to him. As they started kissing, she realized his cock was touching her with its base against her pubic bone. He kissed a little firmer and pressed his crotch tighter to her, she didn't pull back. He broke the kiss, moving his mouth to her breast and with one hand still on the top of her ass; he moved the other around to her pussy. 

She was startled at this and he straightened up to face her, leaving his hands where they were. He explained that even in simulated sex, she had to be wet or they would be rubbing each other raw. He thought she knew that his cock would be running over her labia and clit and if she was dry, it could get painful. 

Without another word, he lifted his finger to his mouth, moistened it, lowered it to her pussy and ran it over her clit. She said she almost came instantly. As he massaged it, she began to get more excited, her breathing quickening. He then started running his finger over her vaginal lips. They were getting very wet and she was approaching the edge. It was then he stuck his finger as far in her pussy as he could and she shuttered with a powerful orgasm. He began thrusting his finger in and out until she settled down. He then lowered her to a chair, removing his finger from her box. As she sat there catching her breath and wondering about what she had just done, she looked up and saw his large cock only a couple inches from her mouth. 

She reached out and touched it, running her fingers over its length, then circling her hand around it. She loved how it twitched in her hand and how soft it was while being rock hard. Her other hand then went lower and caressed his large balls. She softly rolled them in her fingers, feeling their weight and softness. They were smooth as he shaved except for a small patch directly above his shaft. 

When he spoke, it startled her. He simply told her to put it in her mouth. She told him she couldn't do that, it would be going too far and she wasn't even sure she should have gone as far as she had. As she was saying this, she realized she had been slowly stroking his cock and some pre-cum had oozed out of the tip. He convinced her to at least kiss the tip. She felt like she owed him something, so she leaned forward and kissed it at the opening. When she pulled back, she realized some of his pre-cum was on her lips so she looked up at him and slowly ran her tongue over her lips, cleaning them off. She then stood up and they kissed gently and had just separated when the director knocked on the door and it opened. She knew I would know something had happened, but not exactly what, but since I said I'd support her and it was only some harmless touching, she thought I would be alright with it. 


Marie Ch. 01



Our coming in the room did nothing to cool things down. She realized she was more nervous now with me there, then when she was alone with her co-star. When the director told them to begin, she was a little tense, but after the soft kiss and the feeling of him caressing her breast, she kind of sunk into the scene. When his tongue touched her nipple she almost lost her breathe and then when he moved his hand down past her ass to her pussy and inserted a finger, she had a mini-orgasm. She expected me to break off the audition then, but she didn't realize I hadn't noticed he was fingering her. 

When I didn't stop things, she assumed it was her permission to go further. 

She began to concentrate on his touch and the feel of his body and quickly got to a point where she forgot they weren't alone. It was at this point, she wanted desperately to touch his beautiful cock again. She said it felt much like mine, but as she stroked it (she blushed a little and gazed down when she admitted this) she was excited at its size. His sucking her breasts and sliding a finger in and out of her pussy, was getting her very wet. This is when he brought his head up, directed her with his hands to turn toward the table and then whispered in her ear. She started to continue, but I stopped her and asked what he whispered. She blushed again and said he had told her he wanted to drive his cock balls deep into her pussy. She had whispered back that she wasn't ready for that, but thought he would enjoy what was going to happen. I thought to ask why her statement was not more definite, why she made it sound open ended, but I didn't want to get into that today. 

She said that as she bent over the chair, she was uncertain how this would work. As his cock head ran over her ass and then her pussy lips and finally her clit, an electric shock went through her body. As he held his cock in place, she felt it pulse against her clit and she was going crazy. She was driven to move her hand between her legs, partly to touch his rod and partly to press it against her clit and pussy lips. As he stroked, she made sure his cock rode tightly against her sensitive areas. The more he stroked, the closer she got to an orgasm. It was here that she had an uncomfortable pause. I let it go for a moment and then asked her why she stopped.

She started talking again very quietly and said as the pace started getting more frenzied and she was almost at her orgasm, she must have started pressing him harder against her pussy, and that's when it happened. I said I knew she had a strong orgasm and she looked so beautiful when she did. She then looked up at me and said that's because it was when he slammed his big cock all the way into my pussy. I swear I had a hot flash. At the same time, I my dick got so hard I was dizzy.

She let that sink in and while I was silent she continued. He kept stroking through her orgasm and then pulled out and put it between her butt cheeks. She ran her hand over his cock as he came and she loved the feeling of it pulsing in her hand and the heat of his sperm on her back, ass and hand. She continued that when he whispered for her to lick her hand, she wanted to taste him. He was so young and vibrant and made her feel so alive that she never gave it a second thought, even knowing I was watching. She also let me know that he wasn't apologizing for cumming on her or for penetrating her pussy, but for not immediately pulling out and in fact not pulling out until his cock was about to burst. She said it was an accident, a combination of her pressure with her hand, the slickness of her pussy and the chaos of the moment. She was lost in her orgasm and never thought of him pulling out. She even said that in her state, she would have let him keep going until he shot his load in her pussy. She gave him credit for having the clearer head and pulling out once his orgasm was about to overtake him. She didn't mean for it to happen, but it did and she loved the feel of his cock. She had never felt so full and it hit spots she had never felt before. She assured me that she loved me and they would be more cautious and that she really wanted to take the part. 

I sat there for a minute thinking about everything she had let that stud do to her. Everything I had let him do to her. He had kissed her, felt and sucked her breast, fingered her pussy, fucked her with his big prick and then came all over her. Additionally, she had stroked his cock, fondled his nuts, kissed his cock and tasted his cum. I was responsible for this as much as she was and as much as her young stud had been. This had been a woman that one day ago had only been with me and now she had sex with an Adonis half her age and had enjoyed the hell out of it. He had made her cum on his finger and his cock, and all that in front of her husband and a perfect stranger. I was angry, but as much at me for letting this happen as for her doing it. I was jealous, not so much for the fact he penetrated her with his finger and prick, but that in such a short time, she had cum on both. I took a minute to examine what this had done to me and realized I had another raging hard-on. I got up, took her hand and lead her back to the house where we fucked until my dick simply wouldn't work anymore. Bright and early Monday, she called the director and accepted the role.



Marie Ch. 02



Marie was back on her bed. She couldn't think of exactly how or when she'd gotten there, but it didn't really matter. A sudden shock of pleasure radiated from her pussy and she gasped. She reached between her legs to bury her fingers in Eva's thick black hair. Eva pressed her tongue against Marie's clit again and smiled when she let out another gasp. Marie couldn't remember feeling so good before. It wasn't just Eva's tongue, or the two fingers she had buried inside her. It was also her long hair spread across Marie's thighs, so dark and soft. It was the fact that she still smelled so sweet. Marie closed her eyes as Eva stopped caressing and lapped the juices dribbling from her snatch. 

Eva locked her blue eyes on Marie's darling, doll-like face and pulled back the hood that barely covered her swollen clit. She wanted full access to the core of Marie's pleasure. Donovan grunted from the dining room chair. He'd dragged it into the bedroom so he could watch the girls play for a bit. Eva glanced at him and noticed he was unzipping his black jeans. His coat had been dropped somewhere in the living room and he'd taken off his shirt not long after. She was amused at the shocked look on Marie's face when Donovan had taken off the white t-shirt. He was incredible. His body seemed carved from stone. His chest, stomach, and back curved and rippled evenly showing off every muscle. Donovan liked to watch, at first, but Eva knew he'd be anxious to have Marie all to himself soon. In fact, he may never let her play with his new doll again after that night. That's why Eva wanted to enjoy every bit of Marie while she could. Donovan met her gaze and shook his head. He knew she was teasing him.

"Oh," Marie sighed. Eva had removed her fingers and sealed her mouth against Marie's pussy. She lifted her hips to allow Eva's tongue full access to her hot box. Eva tongue fucked her roughly, moaning whenever her mouth completely covered her cunt. The vibrations made Marie's head swim. Marie had never been so turned on. She put her left hand on her breast and tugged at the stiff, dark nipple and moved her right hand down to play with her swollen clit. "I'm cumming," she cried after a few minutes of rubbing herself with Eva's tongue inside her.

Eva replaced her tongue with her fingers just as Marie's pussy began to spasm. She quickly pulled them out to lap up the juices that dribbled out. Marie moaned long and loud when her orgasm finished. That was the first time she'd ever cum without a dick inside her. 

Eva sat back on her haunches and slowly licked Maries cum off her fingers. Donovan stood quickly and pulled down his jeans and boxers in one swift motion. He toed off his boots and stepped out of the pants quickly. Marie was slow to notice him, she was still in an orgasmic haze, but when she saw his naked form, her pussy involuntarily jumped. He stood beside her bed; his pale body was lean and incredibly muscular. He had a broad chest. She could count his six-pack and turns out, it was more of an eight-pack. His legs were long, but muscular, and covered with a down of jet black hair. 

The best feature was his dick. He had a hand wrapped around his erection and she could see that he was huge. The head of his dick was the only part of him that wasn't pale. It was an angry red and pointed straight at her. His cock was thick and long, she'd never seen one so big. Her pussy begged for it by getting even wetter than Eva had already made her.

Eva crawled around to lay beside Marie and Donovan took her place between Marie's legs. Marie let out a slow moan when he rested his dick on her pussy lips. He didn't push inside yet; he seemed to be waiting for something. Suddenly, he set his black eyes on her and opened his mouth slightly. Marie saw what he'd been waiting for. Pearly white fangs had grown from his incisors and he ran his tongue over the two inch long daggers, first up one, then across his top teeth, then down the other. Marie's heart began to race in fear. Was he going to kill her with those things?

Before she could scream or even say anything, Donovan parted her pussy lips and pushed into her. Her body immediately relaxed and she urged him on by lifting her hips. Donovan smiled that half smile and pushed further. Marie felt him opening her wide as his member slowly moved further into her. She thought for a moment he was too big for her, but he wasn't. He managed to bury all nine inches into her cunt and he growled deep in his throat. The noise was animalistic, scary and sexy at the same time. 


When he didn't move, Marie frowned. His dick had spread her apart, but she wanted to feel it running through her again and again. "Fuck me," she said so quietly, she almost couldn't hear herself. 

Donovan lifted an eyebrow in amusement. "What was that?"

"Fuck me," Marie said louder, this time.

Donovan nodded. "Let me taste you and I will do just that," he said slowly.

Marie nodded and yelped when, in a flash, he had leaned into her neck and punctured the skin of her delicate throat with those massive canine teeth. She didn't feel the blood come out of the wound because he kept his mouth locked to her flesh to catch the flow with his tongue. He swallowed quickly for a few minutes, like he was drinking water after running miles and miles. "Aah," Marie moaned closing her eyes when he began moving his hips as he drank. It was slow at first, but his fucking sped up as his sucking slowed down.

Marie was lost in the feeling of his cock moving in and out of her, driving her closer to orgasm with each thrust. She'd forgotten Eva was there until she felt Donovan pull away from her neck and a smaller mouth latch on. Eva swirled her tongue against Marie's tender flesh as she drank, much the same way she had moved it on her pussy moments earlier. Donovan growled again and Marie opened her eyes. 

He was staring at her, his black eyes hooded with desire. He was an Adonis; his face was delicate, but still manly. His cheeks were pink with color now, his black hair hung in his face as he leaned over her, supporting himself with one arm. His narrow nostrils flared every time he bottomed out in Marie's tight pussy. His square jaw was set and his thin, red lips were drawn together in a straight line. A bit of her blood had escaped a corner and snaked down from his mouth to his chin and finally falling onto Marie's right breast. His eyes finally left her face when he saw the crimson droplet on her flesh. He leaned down and licked it off. The move was so slow and tantalizing; his tongue flat against her dewy skin, grazing her stiff nipple as he slowly collected his prize, that she came immediately. Her body shuddered and her pussy clenched his huge dick even tighter. Donovan growled again and watched her brown eyes close. 

He loved the way humans felt, so warm and tender. He had wanted Marie from the moment he'd seen her walking to the bar that night. He watched the way her hips swayed and knew he had to have her. She was soft and beautiful, like a Botticelli model. He'd actually slept with a few of those women and his comparison was right on point. Marie had the same lush beauty and softness they'd had. 

He was so sick of fucking the stick figures that paraded around these days. Sure, they were beautiful, he wouldn't fuck them if they weren't, but there had been something missing. Their embrace was too cold, almost as cold as his own. He wanted, nay, needed to be with someone that could set him on fire again...someone who wouldn't pass out after only five minutes of blood letting. 

That was why he'd sent Eva after Marie. She was exactly what he'd had in mind. Her face was round, with large dark eyes, a straight nose, and juicy lips. She had a beautiful body that had called to him, even as he saw her from across the street. Marie was perfect.

"Augh!" Marie cried beneath him as Eva pulled away from her throat. The two holes Donovan had made immediately began to heal. Eva smiled at Donovan before leaning over to whisper in Marie's ear.

"It's my turn now, my sweet," Eva cooed. "You lick me just as I licked you, okay?"

Marie nodded as well as she could in her position and watched as Eva took off her green halter top, exposing pale, cantaloupe-sized breasts with stiff pink nipples. Then she removed her black leather mini skirt. She hadn't been wearing any underwear so her pussy was revealed immediately, she was completely shaved and her swollen pussy lips were shiny and wet. Eva stood over her and squatted to place her cunt right over Marie's face. Marie stared at the first pussy she'd ever seen up close and blew on it, letting the air come out slowly. 

"Oooh," Eva moaned from above. "Lick it, my sweet, make me cum all over your pretty face!"

Donovan moaned and began fucking Marie even harder. He and Eva were face to face. Marie couldn't see the jealous glare he was giving Eva. Eva only smiled at him and lowered herself to Marie's mouth. She stuck out her tongue and licked Eva's clit. She received an appreciative hiss and delved further into the folds of Eva's cunt. It was wet, and tasted sweet. She slammed her tongue into Eva's pussy for an even better taste. 

"Oh," Eva cried out in pleasure. She quickly placed her fingers on her clit to rub herself. "That's it, love. Go deep."

Marie obeyed, lifting her head off the bed to plunge her nimble tongue deeper into Eva's wetness. Eva wiggled on her face, but Marie didn't stay in that position long. Donovan began fucking her even faster and she could feel her own orgasm coming. Marie dropped her head back onto the bed and moaned, momentarily lost in her own pleasure. Donovan smiled coyly at Eva and began rubbing Marie's clit with his rather large thumb. Marie wiggled beneath him mewling loudly.

It was Eva's turn to glare at Donovan. She knew exactly what he was doing. He wanted Marie's attention, but that wasn't fair. She'd done all this work to get Marie for him; she deserved to get off too. 

"Front to back," Eva whispered sweetly. "Do it."

Marie's pussy was almost ready to erupt, but she managed to focus on Eva's dripping wet pussy again. She placed her tongue on Eva's exposed clit and slowly pulled it back, stopping at the opening to collect her tasty prize. She did it again and again while moaning at the assault on her own snatch. Donovan's dick was pummeling her pussy and seemed to be growing bigger. He stopped a moment to angle her hips up and began fucking her again. This time, he hit her g-spot with every stroke. 

Marie screamed at the wonderful sensation, but it was muffled by Eva's cunt in her mouth. Marie noticed that Eva was stiffly fingering her clit and decided to use her own fingers to help out. She continued licking from clit to cunt as she shoved two fingers deep inside Eva. With one last moan, Eva came. Marie felt the soft pussy walls contract on her fingers and saw Eva's juices come down, over her fingers and down her hand where she licked it off. The same way Eva had lapped up her juices earlier. 

When her orgasm had finished, Eva got off the bed, leaving Marie to lick her nectar from her fingers. She sat in the chair that Donovan had vacated and watched his dick move in and out of Marie. She languidly rubbed her clit and each nipple in turn.

Marie still had her cum soaked fingers in her mouth when Donovan brought her to another orgasm. She closed her eyes as she came on his fat dick. He pumped even harder before letting out a primal scream and emptying his balls into her tender cunt. He shot three loads deep inside her and rested his head on her breasts. He stayed there until his soft dick fell out of her wetness. Then, he stood and began dressing. 

Eva hopped off the chair and joined Marie on the bed again. She buried her head between her thick thighs and began licking and sucking Donovan's cum as it leaked out of Marie's pussy. Marie wiggled and sighed happily as her pussy received careful attention.

"Eva," Donovan said as he zipped his jeans. It sounded like a warning. She ignored him, burying her tongue deep into Marie's cunt. "Eva!" Both women jumped at the boom in his voice and Eva scurried off the bed. She began pulling on her leather skirt and Marie tried to sit up but Donovan said, "Sleep!"

Marie fell onto her bed, sound asleep. She didn't see them finish dressing or hear them leave. She just slept peacefully a slight smile playing on her lips.



Marie Ch. 02



Ch.02 – Rehearsals Begin

This is the second part of our first attempt at erotica. It is in the Loving Wives section and is a fantasy that involves sex outside wedlock. If this type of thing offends you, stop reading! If you choose to read this, we sincerely hope you enjoy it.

Monday I got up and went into work, but not as normal. It's wasn't usual for me to go into work thinking about the kind of things that had happened over the weekend. The incredibly erotic scene I had witnessed between a 20 year old stud and my 39 year old wife, culminating with her being impaled on his 8" rod. I had a lot to think about because she had two weeks of rehearsals and then three to four weeks of the actual play (two shows, six nights a week) to think about. 

What I had watched happen Saturday afternoon was only a snippet of the play itself. The director had alluded to that. He stated up front that there would be much more intimate contact with my wife throughout the play. As it was, in the ten to fifteen minutes I had seen, my wife had been fondled, suckled, fingered and rammed with a dick almost 3" bigger than mine. 

I kept thinking this was a woman whose pleasure only I had known. My middle-aged housewife who had lost herself with her young co-star in front of me and the director she had just met. I still wasn't sure how I felt inside, but my cock wanted to be heard, every time I recalled the events.

I had resigned myself to get little done Monday. I wanted to get home before my wife left for her first night, so I was leaving early. I was asked not to attend the first couple rehearsals, so I would be home with nothing better to do than letting my mind wander and think of everything that could be happening. 

Marie had agreed to review each night's goings on when she got home. She assured me, she'd do her best to behave and be truthful about all of it, no less so than Sunday. Sunday was the day she let me know someone else's cock had been inadvertently slammed inside her, causing an immediate earth shattering orgasm. She also said she'd try to be careful if similar scenes were practiced. 

I got home about five minutes before Marie left. She was dressed casually, nice fitting jeans, a couple tanks, no bra and a nice pair of low-rise panties. She also wore tennis shoes as she was told to be comfortable because they would be putting in some long hours. She let me know the first night should not be overly late, done by 11pm, as it would involve some introductions of everyone, a read through and some publicity shots. She was told the actual working of the scenes would start Tuesday. I kissed her good-bye, wished her luck and out the door she went.

I spent the next seven hours trying to think of anything except my wife. I was less than successful. I had brought home work and made several vain attempts at completing any of it. I tried watching some TV and found myself drifting to the thoughts I was trying to avoid. As a last option, I decided I should try to get some sleep, but after an hour, realized that wasn't going to happen. 

Finally about midnight I heard her come in the door. I was like a child on Christmas morning waiting for her to come into the bedroom. As she rounded the corner, she looked much as she did when she left and I breathed a sigh of relief. She looked nothing like she did after the audition. 

I let her get cleaned up and changed before I just had to ask how things went. She smiled at me and said it began with the introductions. She had met the rest of her co-stars and understudies. There were six primary actors, two women and four men. There were also three male understudies and one for each woman. 

The other woman in the play was young and so they needed a separate alternate for each, but with the men it was different. There was one older man, our age, playing her husband, so he needed his own replacement, but the other three guys were all in their late teens or early twenties, so only two additional actors were being used. 

She continued that they also introduced the crew, some extras, the director and the producers to everyone. She hadn't remembered names other than her co-stars. The eleven actors making up the core of the production were all given scripts and seated around a table. The director and producer sat outside this along the wall. Some other crew and extras were also seated around the room, but that only amounted to about six others.

The director started out by explaining that he had written this play, but would take suggestions after they read through the first time. He also said that since there would be so much nudity and intimate contact between the principle actors, he wanted them nude through most rehearsals, including tonight. He wanted everyone to get comfortable, so no shyness or reservations would be evident on stage. With that, he asked all of them to please get undressed and stay standing when they were done. Without any fanfare, everybody stood up and removed there clothes, not fast, not slow, just casually. 

As my wife looked around the room checking out her fellow actors, she realized that Brad's endowment was not unique with this group. Of the five young men, three of them were around Brad's size, but the fourth was a monster. She guessed it was bigger than the cock she experienced Saturday, even before it was hard. She laughed to herself at the irony when he was introduced as Max. 

As they stood there looking at each other, all the cocks were getting hard and his looked to get nearly a foot. Prying her eyes away, she checked out the two older men. They were more my size, maybe a little under 6". They appeared even smaller only because of the company in the room.

She also checked out the competition as she called them. The other woman for her role, Erin, was a little younger and my wife admitted, better looking. She was about 5'7", 120#, blond, natural, with real 36C breasts and a great ass. She was trophy wife material. My wife found out later that she didn't get the starring job because she looked too good, maybe a little unbelievable. 

The two younger girls were both blond although she couldn't tell if it was natural as they were both clean shaven. They looked a lot alike with slender builds; about 5'4", 105#, pretty faces, flat stomachs, great tans and the guys couldn't peel their eyes from their asses. As good as my wife looked; she felt a little self conscious with this group.

After they had a minute to look around, the director piped up. He felt that since there was to be a lot of touching, that they should also get used to that as well. He suggested that kissing and light petting be customary within this group, on and off stage. He wanted everyone with a scene together to spend time every night getting acquainted. He asked that we show good judgment and taste in doing so. He also asked if anyone had concerns, and with no objections, they were told to sit down and begin the read through.

Being the first time they had read it, they all got the same surprises. My wife found that she would be having sex of one form or another with all four men in the play. She would be wearing clothes occasionally, but hardly ever ended a scene without some nudity and/or sex. The other woman would only have sex with two, as she played the girlfriend of Brad. 

Her other lover would be the husband, as they were both getting back at their cheating couple. The other two men would be in a threesome with my wife. She found that not only would there be simulated intercourse, but also simulated sucking. This was discussed and with her hair long, they thought she could have it cover enough to pull this off.

After the read through and discussion, they were all sent to make-up and then to a photo set. Publicity and brochure pictures were taken. She said that they also wanted some racier pictures for the financial backers. They did pictures with the women holding the men's organs and simulating sex. She said it was nothing I hadn't seen her do Saturday, but she quickly threw in this didn't mean she was screwed. It was all R-rated, she assured me. 

During lulls in the photography, there was some petting and groping. She had almost all the men kissing her deeply and running their hands over her body. A couple of them went so far as to run their fingers through her labia, but none of them penetrated her. For her part, she said she felt up the men and couldn't believe how Max's cock (the huge one) felt. It was so heavy and she couldn't get her hand around it. It looked so big, it kind of scared her. 

So with that, the first rehearsal ended. The next night, they would begin to act out the scenes and based on the "innocent" first night, I was even less comfortable about what would happen next. 

I had let her sleep although all my daydreaming the day before had gotten me incredibly horny. I went to work Tuesday with a plan to work and keep my mind off the play. For the most part it paid off. I got a lot done and even stayed late, very late, to keep myself occupied. 

I got home around midnight and Marie pulled in behind me. When she got out of her car, she looked beat. I gave her a hug and a short kiss. I then noticed a smell that made me want to get her inside and talking about the night's activities as quickly as possible.

I didn't even let her get cleaned up before I pressed her to dish. She started by saying, right away everyone got naked. There were some friendly kisses and gropes, but they had to get down to work. This night had been a walk-through and some work on the side. The walk through included some touching and humping and was repeated a couple times. Each of the understudies participated in at least one run through. 

While my wife's understudy was performing, she was brought to the side with two of the men, Kevin and John. Kevin was the one she was giving the blow job, while John would be doing her doggy style. They were talked to, cautioned it was only simulated sex and then Marie got on her knees. John got behind her and moved his erect prick between her legs. He rubbed his cockhead along her slit a couple times, stopped and rested the head on her opening. As he did this, he reached around and began rubbing her clit and massaging her lips to get them wetter. She felt him pull his cock back and was then startled; as she was impaled on what she initially thought was his cock. 

Marie quickly stopped her "blowjob", swung her head around and she was relieved to see it was his fingers, not his cock. She saw him smiling as he removed his fingers and slowly stroked her juices into his rather impressive dick. He then rubbed the head around her labia and again rested the head at the opening. She felt him apply a little pressure and could feel her pussy start to open up to him. 

At that point, she pulled away enough to dislodge him and reminded him, this was only simulated sex. With that, he slid himself along her slit and stopped when his hips hit hers, his cock underneath her. Satisfied she was not going to be skewered, she returned her attention to the stiff organ in front of her. 

Kevin's cock was near her mouth. She wrapped her hand around it, draped her hair over his crotch and had started bobbing her head while stroking his cock. She had her mouth open instinctively, but was holding the cock near her cheek. To the onlooker it did appear real. She still needed to get it wet, which she did by basically drooling on it. 

As the scene progressed, John slid his penis across her pussy, hitting her clit with the help of Marie's hand pressure. She eventually reached an orgasm on John's cock and through it she kept stroking and bobbing on Kevin. All of a sudden, Kevin grabbed his dick, grunted and much to my wife's chagrin, he erupted, pointed directly at her mouth. The first shot was huge and landed at the back of her throat. She then closed her lips while he emptied his remaining cum all over her face and hair. 

About the same time, John pulled his cock to between her ass cheeks and began shooting all over her back and ass. When all three of them came down from their orgasms, the boys helped her up and to the ladies room, so she could clean up.

When she came back, the director sat all three of them down and discussed what had happened. He tried to convey that although very erotic, more care was needed to prevent the production from looking like a full blown orgy. Also, directing his attention to the males, he told them Marie was not their pleasure toy, but was there for the play. He said everyone had to understand that the play was the thing, not the sex. 

He additionally pointed out that there were several weeks to go and everyone needed to pace themselves, figuratively, or they might peak too early. After their scolding, the two actors apologized and my wife graciously accepted and said she understood how things could get out of hand.

The remainder of the rehearsal went fine, with only the occasional cumshot on a girl's ass or stomach occurring as a result of a scene. The only surprise she saw was in a scene being rehearsed by Max and Jane (one of the young girls). Marie actually saw Max fucking Jane for real. There was no mistaking the fact that he had stabbed her with his enormous staff. This was both visually and verbally apparent. 

Marie couldn't believe someone so petite could fit such a massive cock. Jane appeared to be having multiple orgasms and when Max had his, he kept it inside her and you could tell she felt every blast. When he finally pulled out, Jane's cunt was gaping open and Marie saw a river of cum that made it appear Jane had been fucked by several men, not just Max.

Toward the end of the evening, she had approached Brad about this. She was told Max and Jane were dating and that only Max actually entered her. Everything that drained from Jane's pussy was from a single load of Max's. He was known for his big loads.

While she had been telling me all this, I had been slowing undressing her and lightly running my hands over her body. My dick had been hard the entire time she talked and since I had not relieved myself in the last two days, coupled with the constant thoughts of her and what had or might be done with her, I was ready to explode. As Marie finished telling me about Max, I had had all I could take.

Marie started to ask if I was still OK with her being part of the play. As an answer, I pushed her back and lined my cock up with her drenched opening. I looked in her eyes the entire time I was sliding into her. Both of us let out gentle moans as our hips came together.

She felt so velvety and looked so beautiful. It was like I was making love to her for the first time. I began to slowly move in long strokes in and out, in and out. We were still looking into each other's eyes, even while I began to pick up my pace. Soon I was feeling my impending climax and based on her breathing, she was fast approaching hers.

We reached our crescendos together and it was only then, I was unable to hold her gaze. I literally saw stars and was so caught up in the fantastic tingling throughout my body that I could only barely hear her screaming. 

As I came to my senses, I kissed her softly, then more deeply. It felt so good holding her. She looked back into my eyes and I could see she was tearing up. As I wiped the moisture away and asked what was the matter, she said, "I love you."

She then started to sob in earnest and for several minutes, all I did was hold her. When she finally calmed down, we talked. She was feeling guilty about the extent of what she'd been doing. She was also very worried that it could damage our marriage and she never wanted that to happen.

I did my best to console her and explain that I had come to want her in this play as much as she wanted it herself. I had realized that it was incredibly erotic to me, seeing her have an effect on men half her age. 

I had also come to understand that the only thing bothering me about Brad having his cock inside her during the audition was I didn't get a better view of him sliding into her. This last epiphany I kept to myself.

After an hour long discussion, I was able to get her to understand my side and that what she was doing pleased me. She wasn't to feel guilt and if something happened I didn't like, I'd let her know. The strongest point I made was that I was to hear about everything. The only things that could damage our marriage would be the ones she withheld.

Before we drifted off to a deep slumber, she promised that regardless of what happened when I wasn't there, she would recount it for me that night.

To be continued...

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Marie Ch. 02



I tried to pretend I was still asleep as I watched Rob, buck naked, walk across the hotel room and open the blinds, allowing the morning sun to pour into the room. Once he turned to face me, though, I couldn't help but return his smile. I stretched luxuriously in the king-sized bed, every inch of my skin remembering the night before. It was that perfect combination of relaxation, satisfaction, and sore-muscle fatigue.

"So, darling, how do you feel this morning?"

He never called me darling - must be all the sex talking. "I feel wonderful, Rob, how about you?"

Still naked, he rejoined me in bed. "Are you kidding? That was the hottest night I've ever had! I just hope you don't have any regrets?"

I wrapped myself around him, cuddling, as I pondered the question. 

"No, Rob, I mean, it's not like I'm going to seek out a DP-fest every night of the week, but last night was amazing. And I love that you were a part of it, and that we got to, you know, follow up afterwards."

"Yeah, that was the best shower I've had in awhile, too."

We both laughed, curled up together, and were dozing off in the warm morning sun when there was a knock at the door. Rob quickly jumped out of bed, pulled on his robe, and turned back to me, offering a quick explanation, "Room service."

Once the food was delivered and the door closed once again, we sat on the edge of the bed and took turns feeding each other bits of breakfast - something we hadn't done since our honeymoon!

"You know, Rob, I was looking forward to all the reunion activities, but now I just want to spend the rest of the weekend in this hotel room, just you and me!"

"Ooh, Marie, that's tempting, believe me... but I have a feeling you'd regret it later, so as your loving husband, I'm going to encourage you to see more of your old friends today."

"Oh, I see, so now you know what's best for me?"

"Hmm," he frowned, "not quite the reaction I was going for! How about I put it this way: I'd like to watch you flirt with more of your old buddies all day, then have you to myself in this hotel room again tonight."

"OK, when you put it like that..." I leaned forward, Rob fed me a strawberry, then I kissed him passionately.

"Sounds like we have a plan. Listen, I'm going to run downstairs and confirm the schedule for today, and then I'll be back. There was supposed to be a round of golf, right?"

I nodded, watched him get dressed, then let my head fall back against the plump hotel pillows. After he left, I was alone with my thoughts, which quickly drifted to the activities of the night before. The sensations were still fresh enough that I could close my eyes and relive the feeling of fullness from two cocks simultaneously pounding me. And yet I was also filled with disbelief that the whole thing had even happened!

I let my hands roam gently over my skin, my fingers tracing their way around each of my nipples, down my torso, nearly touching my clit then moving on to my thighs. As my fingers moved, I could feel my skin growing hot and sensitive, and a gentle throbbing began deep in my pussy, accompanied by a familiar wetness. I brought both hands back to my breasts now, teasing myself with pinches to each nipple as hips began to grind rhythmically against the mattress.

I must have been lost in these delirious sensations, my eyes closed, my fingers exploring my body, because Rob had managed to re-enter the room, walk all the way around the bed to the side where I was lying, and sit down next to me before I became aware of his presence.

"Yikes," I cried out when I opened my eyes and found him next to me, "you scared me!"

"Sorry, babe, but you were off in another world there!"

"Yeah, I know, I'm just remembering last night, and it's getting me all hot and bothered again!"

"Well, that's good, because I have a surprise for you."

"Oh?" I sat up, pulling my knees to my chest and looking deep into Rob's twinkling eyes. He was definitely up to something.

"It seems that news of our activities last night has already begun to spread."

"Oh my god, seriously?"

"Yup, I overheard a few different conversations downstairs - seems that Mike and Charles were pretty eager to brag about their conquest of my lovely Marie."

I blushed hotly, said nothing, letting Rob continue.

"And from what I could tell, it sounds like there are more than a few other guys from your high school years who wished they could have gotten into your pants back then. And once they found out that Mike and Charles had been given that opportunity last night..."

"Yeah, well..."

For some reason, even though Rob had been a completely eager and willing participant, I got the sense he was scolding me for some perceived infidelity.

"So, long story short, I'm intrigued."

"Intrigued?" His choice of words made it obvious that I had misread his mood. "But I thought..."

"You thought our experience last night was a one-time thing?"

"Well, yeah."

"Well, watching you touch yourself just now, I can see how much of a turn-on it is for you, just thinking about it again. And I have to admit, watching you take on those two guys at once last night was one of the hottest things I've ever seen. Why not have one more adventure like that before we go back home to our regular lives?"

"Um, well, yeah, if it's OK with you!" I perked up, smiling, the heat growing between my legs once again. "So, what do you have in mind?"

"Well, the schedule for today includes a round of golf, among other things. Why not spread the word that if any of the guys want to come up to our room instead of driving over to the course, that my hot little Marie will make it worth their while?"

"Woah, Rob, seriously? Um, do you realize how many guys might take you up on that?"

"I think I have a pretty good idea of how much of a tease you were in high school."

"Hmm, I'm not sure if you do," my mind racing with the names and faces of all the guys who took me out after I broke up with Chucky, assuming they could get into my pants because of the way he'd bragged about me. Hell, I couldn't even remember all their names!

"I'm willing to learn, my naughty little slut! You wanna?"

"Yeah," I replied, my voice breathy, as I found myself already turned on at the prospect of pleasuring multiple men while my husband looked on.

"OK, then, let's get dressed."

I gave him a puzzled look, then suddenly understood as he pulled his golf clothes out of his bag. He changed out of his jeans and tee into a black polo shirt and plaid golf pants, and then watch as I dressed in my finest golf slut attire. I started with a matching bra and thong panties in a soft pink with white lace trim. Then I pulled on my short pink pleated golf skirt, which came to mid-thigh, and my sleeveless white polo shirt with pink trim. Once my long blonde hair was pulled into a ponytail, and tied in place with a pink ribbon, I was ready.

"You look stunning, Marie. Turn around and bend over."

I followed Rob's directions, putting my hands on the edge of the bed as he quickly came up behind me, pushing my skirt up and grinding his erection against me as he grabbed my ass cheeks and slapped each of them a few times, then just as quickly pulled away and pulled my skirt back down. Obviously his goal was to keep me as hot and bothered as possible, and he had certainly succeeded.

It was still fairly early as we made our way downstairs and into the dining room, so many of the reunion guests were still eating breakfast. I mingled, being sure to wiggle my ass flirtatiously in the general direction of one or more of my old flames, as I made small talk with more of my old girlfriends. Whenever I could, I caught a glimpse of Rob, who was making his way around the room, chatting first with Mikey, then with Chucky, then with a couple of other guys who looked familiar but who I couldn't quite place.

Time seemed to drag on until I was able to meet up with my husband again, and he took my hand, leading me back to the elevator and up to our room. There were only a few moments alone in the elevator, but Rob made the most of them, pushing me against the wall, shoving his hand up my short skirt, and stroking my clit as he kissed me, hard. I was breathless when the elevator door opened, and it was all I could do to walk calmly down the long hallway to our room, as we passed a few other guests.

Finally alone again, the door closed behind us, I pressed him for information.

"So, what happened? Did anyone take you up on it?"

"Are you kidding, Marie? There's not a man in that dining room this morning that wouldn't fuck you if given the chance."

I grinned, searching for a clever response, but unable to come up with one. Rob continued.

"So, since many of them are here with wives or girlfriends, the plan is to keep up the appearance of going off to play golf. I've asked Mike and Charles to spread the word. Any man who would rather enjoy a few minutes with you instead of a round of golf, is invited to come up to our room starting at 9."

"So, we're having a tournament of our own, so to speak."

"Indeed. Lots of clubs, lots of balls, and just a few holes which will have to be shared among the group."

"Oh, god, Rob, this is so hot." I looked at my watch, and realized that it was possible we'd have company in just a few minutes. I looked back up at my husband with lust in my eyes. "What should I do?"

"How about just like last night, get up on the bed and touch yourself while we're waiting for our first visitors."

I kicked off my shoes, climbed up on the bed, and began rubbing myself, first through my skirt, and then gradually moving that fabric away so that it was only the thin fabric of my thong still between my fingers and my clit.

"And yes, Marie, you're right, this is very hot."

I looked up and watched him watch me, obviously turned on, his eyes glued to my crotch as I slowly pulled the thong to the side and began rubbing my pussy lips directly, moistening myself with my own juices. I was rocking my hips slowly and rhythmically when there was a gentle knock at the door.

"Don't you dare stop, Marie, just keep doing what you're doing, I'll get the door."

I smiled at Rob, and nodded my understanding of his instructions. I let my head turn to watch as he opened the door and let four men in, but never for a second stopped fingering myself. It was Mikey and Chucky again, along with two other guys I immediately recognized, even though I hadn't seen them in several years: Bob and Terry.

"Oh, god, Mike, you weren't kidding."

"I never kid about sex with hot women, Terry."

"So, guys, welcome," Rob greeted them. "I see we have our first foursome?"

I laughed immediately, always tuned in to my husband's humor, and knowing that he was going to make the most of this scenario, not just for sex, but for double-entendre golf/sex jokes. It took the guys a second, but they soon caught on as well, chuckling half-heartedly, but with most of their attention remaining focused on me as I writhed in pleasure on the bed, my fingers continuing to work my clit as I looked up at the men.

"Nice to see you, Bob. You too, Terry."

I smiled up at them, and shifted my position to give them a perfect view of my shaved pussy as they stood above me. They seemed to both realize at the same time that they were still holding their golf bags on their shoulders, and so both put them down in the corner of the room, then quickly returned to the edge of the bed to watch me.

"Wow, Marie, it's nice to see you!"

Terry looked over at Rob, as if to make sure, one last time, that he really was OK with all of this. Rob simply nodded, at which point Terry and Bob worked together to get me out of my shirt and bra, then knelt on the bed on each side of me, one man playing with each of my tits. I continued to finger myself, sighing with pleasure as the men began pinching my nipples, and watched as Mikey and Chucky unzipped their golf pants and pulled out their cocks.

I almost laughed at the sight of their hard cocks jutting out from the hideous plaid background of their pants, but quickly found it to be quite the turn-on, watching these men who had originally planned a relaxing morning of golf, and were now obsessed with the idea of a gang-bang with me instead. Inspired by this thought, I reached over to Terry, then to Bob, unzipping them as well, and taking their cocks into each hand, stroking them as they continued to fondle me.

It was at this moment that I realized the power I had in this situation. An observer might see my petite frame, surrounded by four men with me on the bed and a fifth watching from the corner of the room, and assume that I was completely under their control. But in fact, they were all so captivated by watching me in this scenario, by the idea of taking their turn with me, that I could ask for, and get, pretty much anything I wanted from them.

Just the idea practically put me over the edge, but I struggled to control myself for just a bit longer, as Mikey and Chucky began taking turns thrusting into my pussy.

"Pinch my nipples harder, guys, really, I like it rough. Yes, please, harder! That's it, Bob, yes!"

I took Bob's cock into my mouth, panting with pleasure as both men now pinched my nipples hard. Soon, Terry began trying new things, twisting my nipple in his fingers, pinching the tip, and I rewarded him for his attention by releasing Bob from my mouth, turning my head, and taking Terry's full length deep into my throat.

Soon, I had the two men in a competition, working to outdo each other in their rough attention to my chest, so that they would be repaid with my attention on their cock. Meanwhile, Mikey and Chucky were continuing to take their turns in my pussy, and then, before I knew it, one of them - Chucky, yikes! - had pounded into my ass with no warning.

I cried out with a powerful orgasm at that very moment, which thankfully somewhat masked the pain of being taken once again in that hole which, I now realized, was still incredibly sore from the night before. Chucky slowed, riding out my orgasm, but then gradually increased his pace, fucking my tight ass for a few minutes more until finally pulling out and shooting his load onto my belly.

The other three men watched, then switched positions, Mikey moving up to the head of the bed and kneeling next to me so that I could take him into my mouth, and Bob and Terry moving lower on the bed to take turns in my pussy. I lifted my hips to meet each of them, so pleased to take cocks into my wet and ready pussy rather than my tight, sore ass. 

"Yes, that's it, fuck me, fuck my pussy!"

These words had just left my lips when I saw Rob move to the door, obviously in response to a knock which I'd been too preoccupied to hear. There were soon several more men in the room, and I tried my best to get a look at who had joined us, all while continuing to have my mouth and pussy pounded by three different men. I saw Bill and Lenny, then closed my eyes as Mikey pushed further into my throat. Then, a few moments later, I was able to open my eyes again and recognized Bucky, Jim, and oh god, what was his name..... Nick!

These were all guys I'd been out with during high school, but had never let any of them past first base. Quite a lot had changed since then: now they had all been invited - by my husband, no less - to a gang-bang of which I was the star. I was amazed how it turned me on, to see them all watching me, splayed out on the bed, one cock in my mouth, two guys taking turns pounding my pussy. I felt like such a dirty little slut, and yet there was my husband, too, watching everything, keeping his eye on me during this whole filthy scenario.

I came again, too soon after my last orgasm, my pussy clenching against my will, panting, struggling to keep Mikey's cock in my throat. Soon, all three men, inspired by my powerful climax beneath them, were perched above me, furiously stroking their cocks, shooting their competing arcs of cum through the air, once again covering my belly with their hot, sticky, white cum.

I closed my eyes for a moment, taking in the sensations, relaxing my jaw and stretching my legs. When I opened my eyes again, I saw that the men had shifted positions; where there had been three guys surrounding me, now there were five, and for a moment, I was a little intimidated, as I watched them strip down and then approach me, two sets of hands all over my tits, pinching my erect nipples, another set of hands finally freeing me from the skirt and thong which had been shoved up and pushed aside by the previous group of men.

"Perhaps it's time for a little ball-washing, guys, don't you think?" I recognized Rob's voice again, after too long.

I laughed at Rob's latest joke, and also thought to myself how thankful I was that he was giving my pussy a rest. Two of the men - frankly, I was losing track of who was who at this point - gathered the pillows from the head of the bed and pushed them under my head and upper back, propping me up a bit higher, and making it easier for each of them to crouch above me.

One by one, they took turns, lowering their balls into my mouth, and I eagerly sucked, my hands reaching up to grab the shaft and stroke, until each man pulled away and made room for the next. As the others awaited their turn, they continued playing with my tits, rubbing back and forth against my clit, and I could smell the scent of my own juices, combined with the sweat of several different men, filling the room with a sexy aroma.

Now, one of them plunged into me with one hard stroke, while I still had a set of balls in my mouth. As the pounding continued, I felt a second man approach my mouth, and now I was alternating between two cocks, reaching up to hold them both in my hands. 

"Let her up, guys, I want to see her on all fours for a while, and I'm sure you wouldn't mind that either."

There was a rumbling of agreement from the guys that this was a good idea, and I felt the men pull up off of me and help me off my back and onto my knees. As soon as I was in that position, my ass in the air and my hands flat against the bed, I was once again presented with two cocks directly in my face, and could quickly feel the math add up as three different cocks took turns plunging into me from behind.

I eagerly sucked, lustily pushed my hips back against each man who entered me, and was kept on the edge of near-climax by the constant attention, as all five men took their turns. As I moaned beneath them, my pussy adjusting to each cock as they alternated every minute or so, I could sense that all of them were approaching their climax now as well. The first to cum was whichever man - again, it was difficult to keep track at this point - was in my mouth. I sighed with pleasure as his hot load shot to the back of my throat.

This was apparently enough to set off two of the others as well, as I heard two distinct voices moaning with pleasure and felt cum land simultaneously in my hair and on the small of my back. A few moments later, the last two men covered me as well, and I giggled as I collapsed to the bed in a combination of exhaustion and stickiness.

As I rolled back over onto my back, carelessly covering the sheets in cum and fully aware that I must be a complete filthy mess, I felt two familiar fingers force themselves firmly into my pussy. I propped myself up on my elbows and watched as Rob pleasured me, clearly intending to keep me on edge as another group of men had entered the room and was quickly removing their tacky plaid.

Only four men this time, I thought to myself, amazed how quickly perspectives could change, as I watched Johnny, Ron, Gary and Denny approach the bed, their erections growing and stiffening as they approached me. Rob pulled out of me and motioned for Ron and Gary to climb up on the bed beneath me, and then encouraged me to begin riding them, alternating every few minutes from one to the other.




Marie Ch. 02



I didn't need to be asked twice - after so many cocks had pounded into me from more vulnerable positions, I was eager to be in control from above, guiding both the pace and the depth of the thrusts. Meanwhile, the other two men eagerly provided their hard cocks to me to pleasure with my hands and mouth, as they grabbed and caressed whatever they could of my hot, cum-covered torso.

In this position, I eagerly came long before the men had reached their climax, crying out, loudly expressing every moment of my own pleasure, looking deep into the lustful eyes of the men surrounding me as I felt my pussy clench and my juices cover whichever of the many available cocks happened to be inside of me at that moment. As I continued riding, it quickly became clear that this group would not be as fast to give in to climax, but rather were prolonging things as much as possible. I also watched as Rob responded to a knock at the door one more time, and four more men walked in. Switching cocks once again, I looked around the room, relishing the ever-growing audience of young men, all there because of me, eagerly watching as I performed for each and every one of them. Not one had left since they arrived.

I couldn't concentrate long enough to count, but I could tell from Rob's next comment that he was able to.

"We're starting the back nine, guys."

A few of the guys looked around, obviously counting as well, and I heard someone say, "hey, yeah, there's eighteen of us now. Wow, who knew that our favorite tease Marie would ever take on a full round of guys at once like this!"

Rob ignored that somewhat bitter comment, moving on to his next golf double-entendre. "Hey, Johnny, Denny, everyone, perhaps you'd better let the next group play through, you seem to be moving a little slow?"

Several of the guys laughed at this, and I stood up, allowing the men to climb out from under me and make room for the next group. I recognized Mike, Louie, and Jack immediately. Then there was another guy, who for a moment I worried was a stranger, a reunion crasher, if there was such a thing. But no, I realized after looking at him again, it was Jim. No, not that Jim, the other one! 

The four latest arrivals, who had already, quickly, stripped naked, took me by the hands and brought me down off the middle of the bed, positioning me, sitting, at the edge. Louie then pushed my legs wide apart, and they began taking turns, rapidly, roughly pounding into me, as I let my torso fall back down against the bed. Although I was still turned on, still dripping wet, I was beginning to feel a soreness in my pussy unlike anything I'd ever felt.

After watching from the sidelines for a few moments, the four who had stepped aside, who had let the new group 'play through', joined in once again, and I found myself in the middle of eight men who began a slow circle around me. One would stand between my legs, grabbing me by the hips and pounding into me for a minute or two, while another climbed up on the bed next to me and forced himself into my mouth, while the room full of men cheered them on.

I had a fleeting thought at this moment - although it was difficult to keep a thought in my head, the sensations in my body were so overwhelming - wondering if Rob would ever take his turn with me in this scenario, or if he just planned to enjoy my company later, when we were alone. After a few particularly deep thrusts by one of the larger cocks in the group, the first of the eight men came, shooting a load across my torso and onto my tits.

This was the beginning of a seemingly endless, continuous cumshot, coming at me from all directions, as the rest of the men took their final turns in either my mouth or pussy and then stepped back, admiring their shots and completely covering me - my face, my tits, my hair, the sheets surrounding my body. It was obviously an incredible turn-on to watch, as I noticed even a few of the bystanders, who had already cum once before, join in once again, stroking themselves until they could add to the sea of cum which was now dripping off of me.

"Alright, guys, my turn." Yes, it was Rob's familiar voice once again. "Going for a hole in one, here."

I smiled up at my husband as he walked towards me, naked, his cock hard and throbbing, and the other men all stepped back. He gently - obviously understanding how sore I was at that moment - took hold of my ankles and slowly lifted my legs up, exposing my raw pussy completely, and then slowly, deliberately, pressed into me. 

Over the course of several minutes, he gradually picked up his pace, one long crescendo of fucking, riding through my final orgasm, until he jerked with a few last, furious thrusts, and then pulled out, shouted one word, "Fore!", and everyone in the room watched as he shot his load in a stunning arc, some hitting my chest, a bit dripping down my chin, but most landing in my open mouth, where I eagerly gathered it up with my tongue and swallowed it.

As Rob slowly stepped back and collapsed into the chair opposite the bed, he was congratulated for his efforts by a round of polite applause, reminiscent of that which would greet an ace on the course. He laughed and thanked the men, one by one, as they shook his hand, retreated, found their clothes and golf bags, and left.

I can only imagine how long it was that I remained on the bed, completely exhausted, feeling dirty and yet satisfied in so many ways, before Rob finally took my hand and led me to the shower. We didn't leave our room for the rest of the reunion.



Marie Ch. 03



Marie awoke the next morning to a tinkling sound. The fog was slow to lift since she was used to taking her sweet time waking up. So it took a while for it to register that someone was stirring something somewhere in her apartment. She sat up quickly and stared out her bedroom door and into the kitchen. The intruder was blonde, when she turned and smiled Marie recognized her. She was the blonde that had been with Eva the night before.

"Finally, I didn't think you'd ever wake up."

Marie sat up to go see who was talking, but noticed that she was naked and pulled the covers over her bare body quickly deciding to stay in bed.

The blonde rolled her eyes and stopped stirring. "I'll turn around so you can get dressed."

Marie waited until she could see the back of her head and scurried out of bed, pulling a set of tattered flannel pajamas from her drawer and pulling the on. When she finished, she made her way into the kitchen.

"How did you get in here?" she croaked. 

"Your key," the blonde answered as she shoved what appeared to be a cup of tea at Marie. 

"How did you..."

The blonde rolled her eyes again and sighed. "Don't you remember anything about last night? Eva and Donovan musta worked you over good." Her Jersey accent was heavy. She wore low cut distressed jeans and a spaghetti-strapped black tee. She was model pretty and equally thin. Marie noticed how her honey-colored hair was long, almost touching her ass, and straight at the moment. She thought the curls from the night before looked better.

Marie flinched at the names and touched her neck where they had drunk from her hours earlier. "I remember," she muttered staring into the gold liquid in her cup. "Are you a vampire too?"

The blonde laughed sharply. "No, its noon and the windows are open. I wouldn't be here right now if I was a vampire."

"Oh," Marie said feeling like an idiot. "So who are you?"

"Amanda. Donovan sent me over to make sure you were alright and help you get ready."

Marie's hand shook at the thought of Donovan. He was the just type of man that could give a woman the shakes. He was six foot four, with black hair that hung past his shoulders, coal black eyes that didn't so much as see you as look right through you. Then, there was his body, broad shoulders, amazing chest, six pack abs, long muscular legs, and a nice, big dick. She could still feel his hands, his tongue, and his dick. Some of the tea sloshed out of her cup and burned her hand a little.

"Get ready for what?"

"You're visiting the mansion tonight. You have to look your best." Amanda smiled, flashing her perfectly straight teeth and cocked her head to the side.

"The...the mansion?" Eva put the cup on the counter before she spilled again. Her hands were yet to stop shaking.

"It's Donovan's house, but almost all of us live there."

"Look, Amanda, I don't mean to be rude, but I don't want to go to the mansion. I don't think I could face Donovan ever again. I'm fine...you've done your job, now you can leave."

Amanda's blue eyes went wide and her mouth dropped open in surprise. "You don't want to go?"

"No," Marie said hugging herself tightly. "I don't want to go."

Amanda's shocked expression turned into a smirk. "You got some nerve. Do you have any idea how long I've been a familiar? I've been feeding Donovan and biding my time until he decides to finally turn me so I can stop running daytime errands. He's ready to turn you tonight, but you don't wanna to go?"

"That's right," Marie said, raising her voice, "I don't want to go and I don't want to be turned into a vampire!"

Amanda scoffed and walked out of the kitchen. "That's just great. Just fucking great."

Marie followed her and watched as she grabbed a pale pink sweater from the couch and pulled it on. Amanda looked more than a little annoyed.

"Donovan's gonna to be pissed. He's gonna to be pissed at me, but he'll be back for you. Trust me, he doesn't take no for an answer."

Marie's mouth went dry at the thought of Donovan back in her apartment. Probably, alone with no female buffer between them, he might not stop at sex this time. He may not stop with a couple quick healing drink holes in her throat. He was a vampire; he could tear her apart and drink her dry if he felt like it and why wouldn't he if he was going to be as upset as Amanda claimed?

"Wait," Marie gasped when Amanda had her hand on the doorknob to leave. "I'll go."

Amanda slowly turned around to face Marie. She eyed her up and down and wondered just what it was that Donovan wanted about her. She was more plain that pretty. Marie had long, dark hair and eyes almost as dark as Donovan's. Her eyes were open wide, so they were almost round, but that was just from fear. Her nose was long and just a little pointy with thin nostrils, and her mouth was a bit too large. The worst part was that she wasn't even thin, she wasn't fat, but she wasn't thin either. Amanda had been shocked when Eva showed her who it was Donovan wanted the night before. A frumpy, dark, overweight girl alone in a bar, but there was no questioning Donovan.

He'd woken her roughly when he'd returned home that morning around four.

"Go to her," he said tossing a set of keys onto Amanda's bed. "I want her here tonight." He'd walked straight out of her room slamming the door as he left.

Amanda was used to his cold manner. Donovan was like the oldest grumpiest man in the universe. He'd been around for centuries and didn't waste time with pleasantries or idle chatter. He was direct and to the point. There was no questioning him...ever. If he felt an inkling of resistance he could easily force his will, but those occurrences were few and far between. Everyone worked for Donovan, from the local vampire sects to most of the European ones. There were even hundreds of humans he had under his thumb that had no idea what he really was.

As much as Amanda had wanted to question his choice in Marie, it was not her place. She loved Donovan and would do anything for him, even help him find another woman to suck and fuck. If history was any indication, he'd tire of her soon and send her away, whether he turned her or not. Donovan's love interests were fleeting, but Amanda was permanent. She was always there and always willing to do anything he demanded. She was counting on him realizing that soon enough and turning her so she could be his queen forever. 

She dragged herself out of the bed and sighed as she palmed Marie's house key. This woman would be gone in a matter of months, and then things could get back on track.

***

Marie pulled on the black satin gloves that Amanda had purchased. The two had spent the whole day working on Marie's looks. She got a mani/pedi, a haircut and style, and a deep tissue massage which hurt like hell, but Amanda said was necessary to improve her circulation. Marie didn't want to think about why her improved circulation was necessary. 

Amanda smiled from where she sat on Marie's bed. "Looks great."

Marie looked at herself in the mirror over her dresser and couldn't help smiling. She did look great. She had picked out a simple black evening gown, strapless so the satin bodice clung to her full breasts and the full skirt blossomed out below the waist, hugging her generous hips. The skirts moved easily swaying gently with every move she made. She felt like Audrey Hepburn in the elbow-length black gloves. Her dark hair hung down her back, long, heavy, and slightly blown out from her visit to the salon that afternoon. She wore no jewelry because Amanda had said everything she owned was either cheap or tacky and there was no way she would go jewelry shopping for another woman. 

Amanda looked at the tiny gold watch on her slim wrist and sighed. "It's almost seven. The car should be downstairs by now."

Marie nodded slowly, but a huge lump rose in her throat. The car waiting downstairs was to take them to Donovan's house on The Hill. From what Amanda had told her, it was a massive mansion and it would be filled with vampires. There was a party tonight, for no special reason, just because Donovan had insisted on an event that evening. Marie was nervous about seeing Donovan again, but she was even more nervous about being in a mansion full of blood suckers. She felt like a lamb being led to slaughter. 

"Are you comin', or what?" Amanda said impatiently from the doorway. 

Marie frowned at her, but nodded. Amanda was rushing her out of the house, being the perfect little shepherd. That's what she was...a bleached blonde executioner with a Jersey accent. 

"Let's go then," Amanda said turning sharply and walking towards the door. Marie grabbed her purse and followed like a good sheep. 

***

Donovan's home was amazing. It was even more than she had imagined. Marie had assumed it would be large, but she'd thought it would be more Disney's Haunted Mansion, less Tara from Gone with the Wind. The red brick house was two stories with giant picture windows and bold white columns across the front. The porch was painted white and the front doors were stained glass, works of art themselves.

Amanda led her quickly inside and gave her one last look as they stood in the foyer. Her blue eyes traveled up and down, appreciating her own handiwork. "I gotta go upstairs and get dressed myself so you just go ahead into the den. Donovan will find you." She turned to go toward the staircase, but stopped to give one last instruction. "Don't talk to anyone unless they say something to you first."

Marie nodded. She hadn't planned on striking up any conversations with any of the people attending a party hosted by a world renowned vampire. 

Amanda started back to the staircase and turned once more. "On second thought, why don't you come upstairs with me? I'm sure Donovan would rather see you before you got lost in that crowd. I'll take you straight to him. It's probably safer that way."

Marie gave a relieved sigh and followed Amanda up the stairwell. They climbed up until they reached a landing where two more sets of stairs continued on either side. Amanda glanced to the right before proceeding up the left staircase. 

Marie was almost out of breath when Amanda stopped half-way down the hallway. The blonde was almost jogging in her Nikes while Marie shuffled behind her in heeled slides. Marie was glad when they finally stopped in front of a door. The piece of wood itself was dark, probably Mahogany with intricate carvings all over, a naked woman pouring a jug of water surrounded by children that either looked at each other or gazed at her, with a mountain range etched in the background. Marie stared at it and wondered if it was a painting originally that someone copied into the door. The detailing was terrific. 

Amanda pulled the door open as quickly as she could and motioned for Marie to walk in ahead of her. Marie mumbled thanks and crossed the threshold. She was completely unprepared for what she saw.

She was in what must have been Donovan's bedroom. The carpet was dark red and the walls the same. The large room was filled with furniture, a black leather couch, mahogany coffee table, a twelve drawer dresser with mirror, and no less than three overstuffed settees. The only piece of furniture that concerned Marie at the moment was the bed. The size alone was impressive, easily a California King with four posters that looked more like the columns on the Parthenon. The most interesting thing about the bed was what was going on in it, though.

Donovan was on his knees behind a beautiful brunette who was really enjoying herself if her face was any indication. Her features were delicate, soft pink mouth hung open, her green eyes rolled wildly and her narrow nostrils flared. Her face was flushed pink and her dark hair swung untamed, damp with sweat as her breasts bounced.

On Donovan's left, with his fangs buried deep in her throat was a woman who looked similar to Eva. Her jet black hair was thick and brushed her ass since her head hung completely backwards. She was the only one who seemed to notice Marie and trained her dark eyes on her immediately. Her full lips turned up in a smile as she pulled roughly on a nipple with one hand and played in her black pubes with the other.

As Marie watched, Donovan fisted the third woman's red hair. She had been sucking his nipples and teasing the brunette's ass but Donovan forced her into a completely different stance. He pulled her to her knees, pressing her back against his chest and forcing her small, but pert little breasts out as her back curved against him. Her skin was pale and the two stiff pink buds seemed to point directly at Marie. The redhead's mouth formed a perfect "O" and her wine colored lipstick was smeared in a harsh streak across her white cheek. Marie watched her green eyes flutter closed as Donovan abandoned the raven-haired woman's throat to sink his fangs into the redhead whose scream turned quickly into a moan.

Marie wanted to turn and walk right back out of that room, but she was transfixed. She couldn't stop watching Donovan fuck one woman while he fed off the others. They all seemed so involved, even their moaning and sex sounds were in sync. The brunette would grunt, while the darker one sighed. The red head moaned and there was the unmistakable slap of flesh as Donovan's dick rammed deep into the brunette over and over. Marie stared at the orgy and felt something she hadn't really expected. Under the disgust and embarrassment was jealousy. Part of her wanted to run from that room, but there was a bigger part of her that wanted to pull all three of those skinny bitches off that bed and take the brunette's place under Donovan.

Marie jumped when the bedroom door slammed behind her and all activity on the bed came to an immediate halt. The four bedmates stared at her a moment before Donovan's blood smeared lips curved into a smile. He let go of the red head and pushed the brunette off his dick and flat onto the bed. She whined softly, but didn't protest too much. The Latina moved backwards, pulling a sheet over her ample brown breasts.

"Marie," Donovan said with a nod, not even attempting to cover his stiff cock. "I am glad to see you made it."

Marie found her voice and made it cold. "I can see that."

Donovan glanced at the three women around him and shrugged. "Let's call it an evening, ladies," he announced. "I will see you all downstairs."

The women silently slid off the bed and made there way toward Marie, still completely naked. They walked around her, each giving her an up and down glance when they passed and continued out the door. 

Meanwhile, Donovan also left the bed, pulling a black satin robe from a nearby settee and putting it on. He walked towards her as he tied the sash.

"You look beautiful," he said when he stood in front of her. "You will be perfection on my arm tonight." He reached for her hand.

Marie shrank from Donovan's reach and watched his eyes narrow. Her breath caught in her throat as her feet began a slow march, closing the one foot gap between them bringing her less than an inch away. She tried to stop, but she wasn't in control of her own body. Her feet were doing his will.

"Are you refusing me?" Donovan asked placing his hands on her bare upper arms. "Do you wish to leave my magnificent home and return to that hovel you inhabit? Would you really cause me such insult?"

Marie shook her head roughly and her long dark hair swung wildly. "I'll stay, but please, just stay out of my head."

"Out of your head?" A small smile played on his lips. 

"You made me..." Marie shuddered, "do things last night that I would never ever do. You made me ...you and Eva got in my head and took advantage of me. I'm not an idiot, Donovan, and I'm certainly not a whore."

Donovan's icy grip on her tightened, not enough to hurt, just enough to immobilize her as he leaned in to whisper, "Are you telling me you didn't like it?"

Marie didn't answer; her eyes fluttered shut and bit down hard on her bottom lip.

"Tell me you didn't love having your tight little pussy licked by a gorgeous woman. Tell me you didn't cum all over her face in ecstasy. Tell me that you didn't enjoy the feeling of my dick deep within you. Tell me your pussy didn't ache for me when you awoke this morning."

Marie's pussy flooded at Donovan's not so gentle reminder of their tryst the night before. Even if she hadn't consciously made the choice to be fucked right by a bad ass vampire and taste the salty sweet pussy of his femme fatale, she had loved it. She had never cum so hard in her life as she had around Donovan's big dick stuffed deep inside her with Eva cumming into her mouth.

"Tell me, Marie," Donovan whispered hotly, "Tell me now."

"I liked it!" Marie's confession slipped out before she could stop it. Her head swam with desire. Her nipples were stiff and brushed against Donovan's satin robe. She couldn't concentrate on resisting him much longer. Her legs were turning to jelly and her heart was racing.

"I will stay out of your head," Donovan said releasing her, "As long as you do not try to hide from me."

Marie stepped back and crossed her arms. "What do you mean hide from you? Why would I hide from you?"

"I do not mean physically," Donovan said with a grin. "You are trying to hide your feelings and desires from me. That will never work."

Marie shivered. "Because you're a...a..."

"A vampire? You can say it."

"A monster," Marie whispered touching the spot on her neck where he'd bitten her during sex.

"I am a carnal being, Marie. I live from the life of others. I do not take a life unless it's absolutely necessary, so I'm by no means monstrous. I have seen real monsters and you have no...fucking...idea."

Marie shivered again and turned from his gaze. Of course a vampire would offer up a perfectly viable excuse as to why he's not as bad as everyone else seems to believe.

Donovan gripped her elbow and swung her back around to face him. "Stay with me, Marie. Stay with me tonight."

Marie shook her head again. "I just saw you with another woman...three other women. Why would I want to be with you after that?"

"Those women mean nothing," Donovan said pushing her dark hair over her shoulders. He gazed at her pale neck, her racing pulse evident in the flicker of the carotid artery just below that soft skin. He ran a finger over it gently. "You are different."

Marie silently scolded herself for the way her heart leapt when he touched her. "I'll bet you told all three of them the same thing when you were trying to convince them to be in your harem."

Donovan chuckled softly. Her smart mouth was more than he'd expected. He'd thought her a timid wallflower when he'd first seen her and that opinion hadn't changed until that moment. She stood up for herself, which was more than he'd let any of his other female interests do in the past. This banter was new to him, since he wasn't controlling the situation, but for some reason, it was pleasant. "Your tongue is surprisingly quick, my dear."

Marie's expression went from exasperated to amused. "I believe you'll find me full of surprised once you get to know me, my Lord."

Donovan's perma-grin vanished and her last words seemed to echo through the room. "Why did you call me that? No one has called me that since I left Great Britain over two hundred years ago."

Marie rolled her eyes. "I called you that because I know who you are. I've known all about you for years and I really can't believe that you haven't figured out who I am."

***

Amanda took another sip of champagne from the flute in her hand and continued to watch the stairs. She had known exactly what was going on in Donovan's bedroom when she'd deposited Marie there. Donovan was nothing if not predictable. He fed at the same time every night and with his feedings came lots of sex. Amanda wished she could have seen Marie's face when she saw Donovan in the midst of all those women and all that blood. 




Marie Ch. 03



This is the third part of our first attempt at erotica.  It is recommended you read the first two parts before reading this.  It is in the Loving Wives section and is a fantasy that involves sex outside wedlock.  If this type of thing offends you, stop reading!  If you choose to read this, we sincerely hope you enjoy it.

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I woke the next morning to a softer sound than my usual alarm clock. I heard cooing and moaning coming from under the sheets. As I lifted them away, I was delighted to find my beautiful wife making out with my cock. Not giving me a blowjob, but actually making out with it. 

She had my balls in one hand and my shaft in the other. She was lightly caressing both while planting soft kisses all over them. I could feel her warm breath on my shaft as she worked her way down to spend a minute worshipping my balls. The sight and sound, as much as the feeling, were incredibly erotic. Particularly because I hadn't cleaned up from our love-making the night before and she doesn't usually want to taste me afterwards. She enjoys the taste of her own juices on my dick, but she isn't a real fan of the taste of semen. This was definitely intended as a special occasion. 

She continued her kissing for a couple more minutes with neither of us saying anything. Then she began to use her tongue as if French kissing me. By this point, I was hard as stone and am certain my breathing was becoming rapid. Finally, Marie turned her eyes up toward mine and again without saying a word engulfed my entire shaft. After holding it for a few seconds, she slowly rose. She continued to hold my gaze and was moaning softly. As she got to the tip, she let it come out of her mouth, but kept it in contact with her tongue until finally she pulled it away slowly. As she did, a string of saliva stretched between her tongue and my cock head. As it broke, she repeated the process.

Marie did this three times before starting to increase her pace. She also was stroking me with one hand while fondling my sack with the other. She would go up and down on my shaft with her mouth and hand and then while continuing to stroke; she would lick and suck my balls for a minute. She had alternated through this routine for about ten minutes when I reached my limit. 

It is always obvious to Marie when I'm about to cum. She usually takes the first blast and then pulls off, stroking me until I'm done. Today was certainly special. As I grunted and released my first blast, she didn't pull off. She held her head around mine and kept stroking me until I had to stop her. She then eased my dick out of her mouth and opened her mouth just enough so I could see she'd caught everything. Then closed her mouth and swallowed my entire load.

I pulled her up to me and kissed her hard. After the kiss I let her know how special that was and how much I appreciated her giving me this treat. Although she'd rarely kept her mouth on me until completion, she had never been so "dirty" about it. We had talked about it, but never did I expect she'd do it for me. She was glad I liked it and then told me she wanted to do something special for me after our talk the night before.

After more kissing and caressing, we were jolted back to reality by the alarm going off. 

We showered together, taking turned washing each other. We both took time to sneak in some nibbles and petting, but before anything more developed, we realized we were on the clock and falling behind. We rinsed the last of the soap, turned off the soothing water and took our last joy of the morning with toweling off each other. 

We got dressed quickly and grabbed a juice and breakfast bar each as we scurried out the door to work. We did however; take a minute before getting into our respective vehicles to kiss deeply. It was like we were kids again and hated to be separated for even a moment.

The rest of my day was not near as enjoyable as it began. There were several time sensitive issues to deal with and my day flew by with little thought of the mornings activities or what tonight's activities might be. This was both a curse and a blessing.

I didn't arrive home until around 8pm and was so tired, I fell asleep in a chair without eating supper. I awoke to the sound of keys in the door and Conan's monologue.

As Marie came through the door, she looked much like last night, a bit disheveled. She set her purse and keys down and walked over to my chair. She bent down to kiss me and I again smelled the obvious scent of a man or men. Then without prompting, she kicked off her shoes and pulled off her tank tops and pants, leaving her in just panties. She lingered to allow my viewing pleasure for a moment, then strutted out to the kitchen and came back with a beer for me and a glass of wine for her. She then sat down at my feet and began telling me about her night. 

She started by saying, "I have a couple new things to tell you tonight. I don't know which you'll want to hear more, so I'm going to tell you about the one that doesn't really involve me first. It's about my understudy Erin."

I was unprepared for this twist and I think she could see I was eager to hear more so she continued, "Around 9:30 Erin and I both had about thirty minutes downtime. We spent it back in the women's dressing room, not bothering to put on even a robe or towel. We were talking about this and that's when the subject of our respective auditions came up. I think I mentioned it without thinking and we both blushed immediately."

She explained, "Apparently, all the men had been selected prior to the women and they were all used in our auditions. I had Brad by luck of the draw and she had Tim, the man with the husband's part. Erin didn't have anyone to come with her to the audition, so Craig, the director, didn't leave the room for them to get acquainted. Instead he watched, which she said was very uncomfortable."

I honestly couldn't blame Craig, as I certainly would want to watch, but I chose not to tell Marie that. She continued, "They both took their clothes off and then Craig asked her to step over to him. As she got to him, he asked her if her breasts were real and she said they were. Without asking, he reached out and cupped both her breasts and kneaded them for about thirty seconds, tweaking the nipples just before releasing them."

"I know Erin has very nice breasts and they are bigger than mine, but it's obvious they're real." Marie stated emphatically. "I think Craig wanted a cheap feel and more."

The tail end of her statement caught my interest, so I had to ask, "What do you mean by more?"

She smiled up at me and said, "Just be quiet and I'll tell you." She took a sip of her wine and picked up where she'd left off. "Craig then stated to no one in particular that they were real. Then he put his hands on her shoulder and turned her back to Tim. As she started to walk away, she felt a hand on her ass give a firm grope and release, and no, that's not the "more" so don't ask."

I gave her a face like "I wasn't saying anything!" which elicited a smirk from her. With that she resumed. "As Erin approached Tim, she saw he was in good shape for forty. He was about her height, slender, tan except for his swim suit lines, his cock looked average length, but a little thicker than normal, based on her limited experience. For his age, he was a handsome man."

"As she got near him, he took her hand and pulled her close. He said nothing and began to lightly kiss her, then more passionately. As the kisses heated up, his hands began to roam over her breast and back, sliding down to feel her butt cheeks. She was more reserved, but he eventually moved her hands lower until she was touching his flaccid cock."

"After a couple minutes of heavy petting, Tim said she'd need to suck him to get him hard for the scene. She gave a questioning look to Craig and he said they had to know the actress could get the actor hard. If this couldn't be accomplished, they couldn't use the actress."

"Erin really wanted the part and more over, needed the job, so she reluctantly kneeled in front of Tim. She took his cock in one hand and his balls in the other. She caressed and stroked hoping this would do the trick, but after a minute she resigned herself to using her mouth. She slowly began licking him, swirling her tongue around the head and then running it up and down his shaft, finally taking it in her mouth. It didn't take long after that and he was hard. She continued stroking him with her mouth and hand until Tim stopped her and pulled her up. He then led her over to the sofa and laid her down. She thought they were going to start the "simulated sex", but after a short kiss; he began kissing and licking his way down her torso. He stopped for a couple minutes at her breasts, kneading them, while sucking and nibbling the nipples. Then he moved his mouth lower to her pussy and began to eat her."

Marie paused long enough for me to ask, "Is that in the script? Should I expect to see you being eaten?"

She took another sip of wine and said, "No, it's not in the script, but I don't know how to answer the second question."

Smiling profusely, she went on, "Erin said she was surprised, but not having a boyfriend for a couple months, she really didn't mind being pleasured. Apparently Tim was pretty good and it didn't take long for her to have a strong orgasm. As she relaxed, Tim moved back up her body and kissed her deeply. She got a very strong taste of her own juices and it further aroused her."

"As they were lying there, Erin could definitely feel that Tim was excited. He was slowly rubbing his now very hard cock across her pubic mound. Craig was speaking about how the simulated sex would go. Tim was to move higher up on her with his dick bent down, so it ran through her labia. This way the audience would think he had actually penetrated her, but they thought the angle would prevent it." Marie anxiously explained.

I could tell my wife was getting more excited with each word, as was I. My excitement was driven not only by picturing the event she was talking about, although I'd never met any of the other people in the play, but also remembering her audition and how it had ended. I had opened my pants and could not help but begin to stroke my cock. Marie took note of this, but rather than help, she again sipped her wine and continued Erin's story.

"Tim slid his dick through Erin's labia a few times, before moving up. She could feel his cock head sliding across her very wet opening and up over her clit. She said he was looking down at her and even nudged it forward a little so the head just began to enter her. This startled Erin and she jumped just enough to dislodge him. He just continued a couple more times, before moving up her body, leaving his dick between her legs." declared Marie with bated breath.

"As Tim and Erin spoke the required lines, Tim had begun to slowly raise and lower his hips, sliding his cock through her pussy. The pressure from the position it was placed in created a strong sensation for Erin. Just as she was about to have another orgasm, he stopped moving and slid down a little, relieving the pressure against Erin, but positioning his cock at her vaginal opening.. Looking at Craig, Tim said this position wouldn't work due to the extreme angle and the uncomfortable feeling of practically breaking his cock off." These last words were dripping with sarcasm as Marie spoke them.

I gave her a quizzical look and explained, "Hey, when you have a rock hard cock, it wants to point up, not down. It can be very painful to try to bend it down the way she described it to you. I know I wouldn't want to do it, even to simulate sex with a gorgeous woman."

"Well, apparently Craig agreed with him because they changed the scene just a little to fix Tim's problem. Craig said they'd have to do it the revised way for the audition and come up with a permanent change later."

"So, what was the little change?"

Marie looked me in the eyes and then kind of shook her head, almost in disbelief that I had to ask after knowing what happened at her audition.

A light bulb went on and I started to say, "You mean they..."

"Of course they did!" Marie exclaimed, "Craig told Erin she'd need to let Tim actually penetrate her, so he could see how she moved and if she could still deliver her lines. Some kind of crap like that."

"Did she buy that?"

Marie started getting up, leaned into me, kissing me lightly and whispering in my ear, "She got the role didn't she?" As she pulled away, she gave my dick a squeeze and sashayed into the kitchen for more wine.

As she walked away, I noticed her entire back, right down to her panty line, had white residue, remnants of rehearsal I suspected. Picturing how it must have happened, I needed to get my hands on her, as well as beg for the remainder of Erin's account. With all the scenes running through my perverted mind, I was surprised I could stand and take my clothes off, but I did and then went into the kitchen to chase her down. 

As I moved in behind her, pinning her against the countertop, I reached one hand around to massage her left breast and the other I slid into the front of her panties. She was as wet as I was hard. I simply put my middle finger just below her clit and gently massaged her, pressing on the pubic bone. In about ten seconds, she was at the onset of an orgasm and her legs were beginning to collapse. At that point, I moved to rub her clit and she went crazy, letting out a squeal and falling back against me. I continued to rub her clit and in about another fifteen seconds she went off again, just as strong.

As she came down from her climaxes, I whispered in her ear, "That was quick, even for you."

She leaned her head back to kiss me, while her hand wrapped around my shaft and gently stroked. She panted, "I need to tell you about the rest of my night, before we get too carried away. I want to tell you while it's still fresh." With that I helped her to our sofa and sat down beside her. 

Once she had caught her breathe, she went on, "Remember, Erin was lying there and Tim had his cock ready to go in. She said it took a minute to decide and Craig was getting impatient. Finally he forced the decision and the second she said yes, Tim pressed forward and slid fully into her. This caught her by surprise and she let out a loud gasp. Craig reminded them of the lines and as Tim lay down on her, stroking his cock in and out, they said their lines. She was distracted, but did her role as well as she could."

"Erin really thought that would be the end of it, but boy was she wrong!" Marie exclaimed in a disgusted tone. "Tim continued thrusting into her, so Erin looked over at Craig with a puzzled look. Craig just told her they need to hear that she was enjoying the sex. She had to remember the scene was making up with her husband whom she is very much in love with him, so they needed to see that and hear it."

"I guess she figured in for a penny, in for a pound, so she started getting into it. I'd told you she hadn't had a boyfriend for a while, so once she relaxed and felt the sensation of the cock sliding in and out of her, she said her "acting" got better." With that statement, Marie gave me a firm squeeze and slid to the floor between my legs before proceeding.

"As Erin began to respond to the cock inside her, Tim got more aggressive. He started to really pound her. Erin wrapped her legs around him and held on, while she grew closer to a real orgasm. It only took a couple more minutes and Tim let out a primal yell as he shot his cum inside her. This set off her orgasm and she buried her face into Tim's shoulder to stifle her scream. Tim kept thrusting hard, but with intermittent pauses as he shot his seed with each down stroke. Finally, both their climaxes subsided and Tim slowly pulled out, followed by much of his cum." 

"Erin said the moment was very awkward, but then it got down right bizarre. Craig almost immediately began talking as if what had just taken place was perfectly normal. He went on about other scenes and positions she would be put in. He kept saying most of the other cocks were very large and would need to be hidden in various ways. He needed to see if she could handle them," Marie explained as she looked up at me. "Then came the "more" I mentioned earlier."

"Craig asked Erin to get up and move over to the table." My wife again looked me in the eyes and asked rhetorically, "You remember the table, don't your dear?" "As she moved over to it, Craig got up from his desk. As Erin looked over at him, she saw he had nothing but a shirt on and a rather large and angry cock was poking through the shirt tail. As he made his way over to the table, he unbuttoned his shirt and discarded it. As you met him at my audition, you remember he's in his mid-50's, about 5'8" and at least 250 pounds. Well apparently he is extremely hairy everywhere. She told me he reminded her of an old Ron Jeremy, not just from the waist down."

I was impressed that Erin could make a reference to a porn star, but not wanting to break Marie's cadence, I filed that away and focused back on what she was saying.

"As Craig approached Erin, he told her about the simulated sex in the scene with Brad. He explained how to hold the dick against her, the basics of the scenes storyline and then how it was important for both actor and actress to be sufficiently wet. With that, he told her to suck his cock and get him wet. It was so matter of fact she never thought to say no and just kneeled down in front of him. She said she could put both hands around his dick like she was holding a bat and a couple inches still stuck out. The only different between his cock and a bat was she could get her fingers all the way around a bat."

While she was telling me this part, she had changed her grip on me to mimic what she was saying, although in all honesty, two hands more than covered my now weeping rock hard phallus. She began stroking me with more interest and using my now considerable pre-cum to moisten my shaft. With a strong grip, she twisted her hand as she moved up and down. She only did this for about a minute, not wanting me to prematurely lose interest in her report. She then leaned over and put her lips to my cockhead and ran her tongue over the pee hole. With that, she loosened her grip, stopped stroking and resumed her narrative.

"Erin stroked and licked Craig's cock quickly. She wanted to get it as wet as she could, as quick as she could. She even put it in her mouth, but due to its girth, she only got about 3" in. When she thought she'd done enough, she looked up and he told her to lick his balls. They were quite large, very hairy and smelled like he hadn't bathed in a while, but she did it. After sucking each ball into her mouth and spending about 30 seconds licking them and the shaft all over, he stopped her and helped her up. Then he turned her around and bent her over the table"

"At first she thought he was going to fuck her because as soon as she bent over, he slid a couple fingers in her pussy. Craig mentioned how wet she was and said that Tim's cum would help keep her slick. After he pulled out his fingers, he didn't put his dick in. Instead he just slid his cock along her labia and told her to bring a hand up to hold it against her. He continued to explain how the scene would go and what she had to do with the cock and her own body. As he instructed her, he was sliding back and forth along her slit until she started to respond. She remembered thinking this wasn't so bad and then he stopped."

Marie was getting more worked up with each word, partly because it was an erotic chronicle of events and partly because she was angry about what was done to Erin. I was both concerned and excited, and decided to be very careful how I responded to her when she was done.




Marie Ch. 03



Marie said, "Erin was relieved, thinking it was over. She started to straighten up, but Craig put a hand on her back and pushed her down. He told her to put both hands on the table. He ran his cock up past her anus and then back down past her clit. He did this a few times and then she felt him moving the head of his cock around her opening. She closed her eyes and felt the pressure as he pushed the head into her pussy. He turned to Tim and mentioned how tight Erin was, as if she wasn't in the room, then pushed more in. He pulled back and after repeating this about three times, he hit her cervix. At first it hurt, but as he stroked in and out a few times slowly and rested it fully inside her, she became accustomed to his size."

"He hesitated only a moment before he started sawing in and out with increasing speed and zero tenderness. Before long, he had grabbed her hips and was slamming her into the table with all his might. He was letting out loud grunts and telling Tim how awesome her pussy was, when all of a sudden, he drove in and held is cock deep. She felt him pouring cum into her at the same time she heard his grunts increase in volume and pitch. He jerked a couple of times and then basically fell over on her back. She could feel him softening inside her and his cream begin to exit her pussy, sliding down her thighs. After a couple more minutes, his dick slipped out and he got up, moving back to his desk chair. Erin then straightened up and began collecting up her clothes in silence. She asked to go to the ladies room and they directed her to it. Inside, she cleaned up what she could and got her clothes back on. Going back in was the hardest thing she said she'd ever done, but if she hadn't, she wouldn't have been offered the role."

"I'm so happy you went with me," Marie affectionately declared, "If something like that had happened to me, I don't know what I would have done."

I assured her, "If that had happened to you, I would have made certain they never could do it to another woman." 

Not wanting to get into a serious discussion just them, I selfishly asked, "What was the thing that happened to you tonight? You said one thing didn't really involve you and one did. I assume this one didn't, so you still have more to tell me."

"Well," she began, "I haven't told you how this ended yet, so hang on...well I guess I can hang on for you while I finish."

"Erin was in tears as she finished telling me about her audition. I leaned over and hugged her. She almost immediately broke into a full out cry. I stroked her hair and moved it out of her face, telling her everything was alright. As her sobs subsided, I suggested she clean up a little. She went over to the sink and straightened up her face. I got up as well and walked over to her. As she finished, she thanked me for listening and not judging. Then she gave me a hug."

There was a silence and then she gave me a stern look and stated, "Now Ed, you and I have talked about my lack of desire to be with a woman. You know that I like the taste of my juices on your cock, but I'm not interested in getting it from the tap. Having said that, I have to tell you that I enjoyed the hug in more than a friendly way. Remember, we were both nude and I didn't really think about it at the time, but as she pressed up against me and our breasts touched against each other, it was...well, erotic for me. She felt so soft and smelled nice and I suspect the highly sexually charged atmosphere we were in helped too."

"I think we both felt a little uncomfortable all of a sudden and I sensed her pulling back. As she did, she gave me a soft kiss on the cheek. When she pulled back from the kiss, she looked in my eyes and we both slowly leaned in to each other. We embraced in the softest, most tender kiss I have ever had. She again drew back and I told her it was nice. This apparently encouraged her and she leaned in for another. The second kiss grew in passion from a gentle kiss until our tongues were deeply entwined. I don't know what came over me, but I liked it, even more when her hand came around and began to caress my breast. It may have gone farther, but just then a knock came on the door telling us we were needed on the stage. We were both startled and a little embarrassed, but agreed to talk about it later."

Marie paused like she had reached the end of the story or at least what she would tell me for now. I heard her giggle and I looked down at her. She was removing her cum soaked hand from my cock as she said, "It appears you really liked the ending!" 

To be continued...

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Marie Ch. 03



She had almost changed her mind, she had a fleeting thought of taking Marie to her bedroom and changing, but she couldn't pass up the opportunity to end this charade Donovan was perpetrating a bit sooner. Marie was a passing fancy and he was allowed, but after five years of waiting on Donovan, Amanda was ready for a change.

Amanda saw a shadow approaching the stairwell and quickly straightened out her gown. She had put on Donovan's favorite dress. He'd bought it for her in Paris, a sky blue silk Chanel gown that hugged her frame, moved like second skin and brought out her blue eyes. Donovan had once told her the dress made her eyes look like "the Moroccan sky on a clear Spring day". Amanda pasted on a winning smile and waited for him to make his way down to the party. Her smile melted when she saw Marie with her arm looped through Donovan's. His hand rested on top of it as they made their way down the stairs and stood directly in front of Amanda.

Donovan's black eyes landed on Amanda and he smiled slightly. "You and I will discuss this later."

Amanda's stomach clenched and her heart began to pound, but she just nodded in response. He knew. Donovan knew that she had taken Marie to him and he knew her intentions in doing so. Amanda gazed at Donovan and Marie as they walked into the party, their backs to her. Marie looked over her shoulder and winked at her, a move that seemed so cold and calculated that Amanda's heart beat even faster. She turned and ran up the stairs, ripping the hem of her dress in the process, this time she took the stairwell to the right and went directly to her room.



Marie Ch. 04



This is another part of our first attempt at erotica. It is recommended you read the previous parts before reading this one. It is in the Loving Wives section and is a fantasy that involves sex outside wedlock. If this type of thing offends you, stop reading! If you choose to read this, we sincerely hope you enjoy it.

As I finished cleaning up in the bathroom and readied myself for bed, Marie came up and asked, "Are you ready to hear the second thing, the one that involved me?"

This threw me for a loop and I stammered, "I...I thought the kissing was the second part!?!?"

"No, that was still part of the first thing," she stated with a mischievous grin. "Climb into bed and I'll tell the rest. Oh, I don't think you'll need those."

I immediately dropped the pajama pants I had in my hand and jumped in bed. It was as if I had springs on my feet. Again, I was like a kid on Christmas morning opening a present that I hoped was that special one. Marie also got into bed au naturale, albeit not as quickly as me. 

As Marie lay down at my left side, burrowing her head into my chest, she lowered her hand to cup my balls. At first she didn't say anything, just gently ran her fingers around my nut sack and down to the perineum and back up again. Firm enough as not to tickle, but soft enough to be very arousing.

After a quiet minute, she began, "Well, I don't know how happy you're going to be with me, but you did tell me things would be OK as long as I let you know everything. So I'm doing just that."

I just nervously nodded my head as she glanced up at me. 

She turned around to look at what her hand was caressing and bent her mouth down over my cockhead. She gave it a sloppy kiss, continuing to roam her hand over the rest of my pubic region. As her mouth came off my cock, she said, "Tonight, I had my first opportunity to work with Max. I'm sure you remember my description of him and his...anatomy...don't you?"

"I had Max in two scenes. The first was the same one I did with Kevin and John last night. It was very awkward at first. We hadn't even really talked and here I was getting down on my knees in front of him and wrapping my hands around his thick cock. As big as it was, I was stroking it to get it even bigger. Remember I needed to have him completely hard and when he got hard, WOW!"

She looked up at me and delicately said, "Honey, I don't want you to feel bad. You know I love you and would never do anything to hurt you, but his cock was so huge. I held it with both hands and there was enough sticking out for another hand. It was shaped so beautifully and I could feel it pulsing in my hands." Turning her gaze back to the object of her ministrations she continued, "I was almost hypnotized by looking at it, but then Craig startled me when he said he thought Max was ready."

"So Max sat down in front of me as I lowered down to all fours. Nick, the other understudy got behind me. He's a carbon copy of Brad, but I think Brad might be a touch taller. Well, I felt Nick running his very hard cock all over my pussy, getting it wet. I wasn't surprised when I felt him push a couple fingers into me. He moved them around a little and brought them out, rubbing the added moisture over my lips and his shaft. As I started to find a good position to handle Max, I felt Nick stop moving with his cockhead resting at the opening my vagina."

Marie had begun slowly stroking my cock as she almost whispered, "I'd be lying if I said I didn't love the feel of all those hands and hard cocks touching me. I didn't really think about it, I just did it before I even realized it. I immediately stopped, but it may be hard to un-ring that bell."

I didn't understand what she meant, so I asked, "What can't be un-rung? What did you do?"

She looked back over her shoulder and meekly said, "I pushed back against Nick. It wasn't his fault. I had just finished talking with Erin and I guess she may have gotten me a little aroused. Almost immediately after that I was naked in front of the largest cock I've ever seen and I was stroking it, with both hands. I just lost focus of my surrounding for a second, but was snapped back to reality when Nick's cock pushed inside my apparently very wet pussy."

"You're telling me you let Nick fuck you?"

"No! Just his head slid in and maybe an inch more. He was as startled as I was, so he didn't move. I went to turn to ask him to pull out, but the motion of turning with Max in front of me caused my body to back up a bit more and he was forced in a couple more inches. I must have let out a noise that indicated it felt good because he grabbed my hips firmly and pressed his cock a little deeper, before I could say or do anything."

Marie's grip on my dick was getting tighter and her strokes more deliberate. Her voice had changed to a sultry tone as she spoke, "I really couldn't say anything, but I was able to put my hand against his abs and push enough for him to understand. He started to withdraw, but snuck in a couple quick strokes in and out before removing himself from me."

"Nick apologized, but I let him know it was my fault and although his cock felt wonderful, we couldn't allow that to happen again. He just nodded to me and I turned back to Max, who was smiling a shit eating grin down at me."

"I'm sure Craig enjoyed what he saw, but didn't say anything until asking if we were ready to begin. As we started, I could feel Nick sliding his cock along my labia and it was sliding with less resistance than normal. I supposed it was the added lubricant he'd applied. I felt more sensitive than I had during previous rehearsals and I was truly enjoying myself. On the other end, I had one hand stroking Max while my head went along side mimicking a blowjob. Then Craig yelled Cut!"

"He came up and asked if I could deep throat Max. I told him I didn't think anyone could. He then pointed out I was going all the way down and nobody would believe I could put that much in my mouth. He said I should only go as far down as I really could or it wouldn't be believable."

Although my breathing was getting difficult, I managed to ask, "So, how far did you go down on Max?"

"First, I thought I'd ask Max how far Jane could swallow him. He said she could barely get the head in her mouth, but he'd had women swallow as much as three quarters of his cock with a large part of it down their throat." She broke her gaze from me looking back at my cock and quietly stated, "I got almost four inches in my mouth."

"WHAT?!?!" 

"I didn't know how to decide, so I asked Max if he'd mind if I checked to see how much of his big cock I could get in my mouth. He liked the idea and based on the pulsing of your cock, you like the idea too," she pointed out. "I licked the head and first several inches to get it a little slippery before I tried. If you remember, I told you Max was known for his big loads. It appears that was also true of his pre-cum. It almost looked and tasted like he had lost his load prematurely, but I assure you, he didn't. Between his juices and mine, I thought he was ready, so I opened as wide as I could and began to stretch my lips over his cock head."

"I was able to get his head in and I used my tongue to try to get it as wet as possible. I took it out again and stroked around the head while licking all around the head. I tried again and it seemed easier to get the head in my mouth. I decided it was now or never, so I pushed my mouth down more and forced it until I hit my gag reflect. I had my hand near my lips, so as I pulled off, I could see where I stopped. I repeated this four or five times, until I couldn't go any further."

"Why didn't you just finish giving him head?" I sarcastically quipped.

She responded just as flippantly, "I almost would have except I felt Nick sliding his cock back into me and it snapped me out of my erotic haze."

"I stopped Nick and he pulled out his rather soaked pole. I told Craig I was ready to continue. I didn't hear a response from him and when I looked over, He was staring at me with his hand on an obviously rock hard dick. Seeing me turn to him brought him back to reality and he told us to begin."

"Nick slid his cock back and forth through my labia, while I ran my hand over the length of Max's dick. I again was simulating a blowjob as I bobbed my head along his staff, but this time only the three or four inches I was able to really swallow. They did their lines and then Craig stopped us, telling the guys to switch ends and do the other lines."

Marie snickered a little as she said, "When Nick came around with his hard-on bouncing in front of him, he said it would be more realistic for me to determine how much of him I could fit in my mouth."

"And you did, didn't you?"

"It only seemed fair after what I had put him through. Like what I said about un-ringing the bell." She was looking at me with a look I hadn't seen before. It was like she had made a decision and was no longer concerned I would be angry. And what she said next confirmed that.

She took a deep breath and began explaining, "I have come home the last few nights and told you about walking around naked for hours, along with several other people, most of them well hung young men. You've been eager to hear about me touching them and them touching me. We've talked about this and you've led me to believe you want this even though I was initially apprehensive about doing it or I could say, doing this as much or going as far as I have."

I'm sure I had a little deer-in-the-headlights look on my face. I thought just a second before answering. "Marie, I love you more than I thought I could ever love anyone. I have no fear of losing you as I believe you love me to an equal degree. That being said, you have always known I was a bit of a voyeur. Additionally, I never want you to regret not experiencing more men than just me."

I paused only long enough to take a deep breath and continued, "You are in a situation we both agreed to and I think we also knew it could easily get out of hand. You should be allowed to have some fun, but on the other hand, I want to be there to see you "perform" and maybe play a supporting role."

She smiled as she gave my cock a little squeeze, then assured me, "After tomorrow night you can be there for the rest of the rehearsals. I'm sure you'll enjoy all the scenes, not just when I'm involved, but the rest of tonight's session will help you get by till then."

"So, as I had said, Max got behind me and Nick sat down in front of me. Immediately, I felt Max lay his cock between my ass cheeks. There was a noticeable weight to it, over the others I'd felt there. As he got situated, he slid his monster through my labia and was able to lubricate is sufficiently, given my enhanced sensitivity. Feeling him begin to grind against my clit, I was startled when Nick cleared his throat. I was already well on my way to an orgasm as I took hold of Nick's cock. I never hesitated when I lowered my mouth over his very excited member. I vaguely remember hearing him inhale as I engulfed him."

She was really beginning to increase her pace on my cock and paused her story long enough to swallow my cock for half a dozen strokes. As she came up for air she continued, "I was completely absorbed in what was being done to me and was almost sucking Nick on auto-pilot. After a couple minutes, I was having an orgasm and dropped my hand from his cock to steady myself. As I did, Nick took my head and literally began to fuck my face. He was hitting the back of my throat with each thrust and on one of them, his cock pushed into my throat. It surprised me, but I still was more into the feeling of Max's cock on my pussy."

"After Nick got into my throat, he kept pushing deep on each stroke. I started getting used to it as he was keeping it deep for a couple seconds each time. Finally I heard and felt Max let out a primal groan and move his huge dick so the head was at my pussy opening. Then I felt a warm flood of liquid as he actually shot his first spray of cum inside me. It was so hard, I felt it well inside my canal. This sent me over the edge in a big way."

Marie was almost panting as she tried to finish, "His second burst was directed straight at my anus. It felt so forceful and warm. I could feel it spatter throughout my crack. Max then laid his cock in the valley of my ass and continued to shoot stream after stream of warm fluid all over my back and butt. I never thought he would stop. It was like taking a warm shower."

"Nick must've enjoyed the show because his pace really increased and then he grabbed my head hard and forced his pulsing cock in my throat and held it there. He let out a grunt and I could feel his cock pulsing as he came down my throat. He only held it there for the first couple spurts, then pulled it back to finish in my mouth. When his dick began to soften, I let it slide out of my mouth, but made sure not to let anything else drip out. As I looked up at him, I made a show of opening my mouth and letting him see the remaining cum. I then looked him in the eyes as I swallowed. I don't know what it is, but you guys sure seem to love that."

"They both helped me stand and as I did, I felt cum run down my back, all over my ass and down the back of my thighs. I also felt it run through my crack and even some flow out of my pussy and down my inner thigh. I felt incredibly nasty and that hasn't gone away."

She stopped talking and returned to my now painfully hard prick. She stroked me with only her mouth, going down to the base and even sticking her tongue out enough to swipe it over my balls. She went faster and faster until I, like her co-star, grabbed her head and held my dick in her mouth as deep as possible, erupting with a generous load that she took down her throat.

She pulled off me gasping for air, but with a big smile on her face. "So you didn't mind what I did?"

"I wish I could have been there to see it. I'm sure it was an erotic sight that got everyone's attention."

"Yes it did. When I finally looked up, Craig had his rather large dick out and had a pool of cum around his hand and stomach. Not very professional of him, but I'd think you wouldn't blame him."

I just nodded and leaned down for a kiss. She was still gently massaging my balls, but I needed to get up and get a drink. I'd been panting for over an hour and had a very dry mouth. So I got up, made a pit stop, got a bottle of water for each of us and got back into bed. I told her, "It's very late or I should say early and I need to get up for work in just a few hours, so we need to get to sleep." 

She looked at me with big doe eyes and asked, "Don't you want to hear about the scene I did with just Max?"

This is the point where one realizes how over-rated sleep can be. 

I rolled back over to her announcing, "I'm not tired! I was just doing this for you, but if you'd sleep better getting all your nasty deeds off your chest, I'm willing to be your confessor."

She just smiled knowingly and began, "The second scene was alone on the couch with Max. We didn't start there. We did a lot of making out and undressing each other first, as we worked our way across stage to the couch. Eventually we were both naked and I pushed him backwards onto the sofa." 

"He should have been hard by then, but we'd just had the other scene and my back was a testament to the fact he had thoroughly drained himself. In keeping with the action, instead of straddling his lap, I kneeled between his legs. He just grinned at me as I fondled his balls and took hold of his shaft. After a minute of this, I joined in with my tongue. I worked up and down the sides of his cock, sliding my hands along with my tongue. On one of the strokes, I kept going down until I was able to wrap my lips around one of his balls."

"I think it was easier to get his cock in my mouth than getting my lips around his nuts. He seems to appreciate the efforts based on the noises he was making and the fact his cock was firming up. This gave me the encouragement I needed to keep going and I moved up, placing my mouth over the head. I worked as much as I could in and out, with my hands continuing to work his shaft. After a couple minutes of that, I decided he was ready."

"I lifted myself up, running my mouth up his body, until I met his lips. As we shared a deep wet kiss, I straddled his hips with mine. I still had his cock in my hand, which had become rock hard, so I released it, trapping it between us. I started grinding and rolling my hips against him, so my labia and clit were sliding over his rigid tool. He was mauling my breasts with his hands and mouth, and I was again lost in lust."

Marie was panting like a dog and had again been massaging my cock while telling me about her and Max. Once I got hard enough, she paused to straddle my hips, rubbing her pussy up and down my cock as it was trapped between us. She did all this with her eyes closed and I suspected it wasn't me she was teasing anymore. I hesitated to speak, but still softly asked, "Is that all you did to him?"

She popped out of her trance and in her sexiest voice she replied, "Mostly. It's not like I could say it was an accident if such a huge cock slipped inside me." She paused a moment and added, "Could I?"

I assumed this was a rhetorical question, kept my mouth shut and just enjoyed what she was doing to me.

She continued to stroke my cock with her body. After a couple minutes of this, she spoke, "After rubbing myself on Max's cock, I took it and raised myself up high enough to get the head underneath me." She mimicked this movement climbing on top of me, putting my cock under her.

"I was able to get the head lined up with my pussy and set it at the opening and sat down on it." With that, she sat down on my cock, engulfing it completely. She just sat still and continued, "It started to stretch me, but it would have taken some time to actually get it inside, so I lifted enough to have it slap back against his stomach." 

She started moving her hips, but instead of lifting up and down, she just rolled her hips. She was gasping as she moved, but was able to say, I just kept massaging his cock with my hips. Riding along its length with my pussy, hitting my clit with each stroke. After a minute, I came hard, my entire body locking up and letting out a long loud moan."

"As my body began to relax, Max lifted me up and had me sit with my back to him." She again copied her movements with Max and spun around on my cock.

"Max trapped his cock between my ass cheeks and started to stroke me. His hands reached around with one grabbing a breast and the other my clit. As I started to grind my ass on him faster and faster, I could tell we both were about to explode. We reached our climaxes at the same time and again, he drenched my back. As I came, I leaned forward and as I did, he grabbed his cock and sprayed my back with his deliciously warm sperm. As we were catching our breath, he rubbed my back and shoulder, which felt wonderful, but also spread his seed all over me."

Marie went quiet and it was as if her body seized up, letting out a loud yelp, she came big time. Feeling her pussy contract around me was more than I could stand and I came as hard as I ever have.

She fell backwards on me gasping for air. I had to roll her off so I could catch my breath too. I just held her, nestling my head into her neck, whispering in her ear, "I love you."

To be continued...

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Marie Ch. 05



This is another part of our first attempt at erotica. It is recommended you read the previous parts before reading this one. It is in the Loving Wives section and is a fantasy that involves sex outside wedlock. If this type of thing offends you, stop reading! If you choose to read this, we sincerely hope you enjoy it.

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I woke up long before I wanted, the blare of the alarm jolting me out of a deep slumber. Marie was still in my arms. It was Thursday morning and all I could think was one more day before I could watch rehearsals first-hand.

A couple weeks ago, we were your average middle-aged married couple. Recently had become empty nesters and were enjoying resurgence in our sex life. We had many fantasies that were brought up during sex, but nothing could have prepared me for what had taken place in the last week or what was to come.

I reluctantly got out of bed and headed to the shower. It felt great, but nothing compared to what it felt like a couple minutes later when Marie stepped in and without a word, dropped to her knees and gave me a quick blowjob. I only lasted about five minutes before she was swallowing my sperm. Given everything I had done the night before, I shouldn't have been able to cum so quickly, but I'd been on a sexual high for several days.

We finished our shower by soaping each other, letting our hands and fingers linger to provide maximum enjoyment. As was customary, I was able to get Marie to orgasm in less than a minute, with but a single digit strategically maneuvered. After we were both temporarily sated, we grudgingly exited the warm confines of the water, taking extra time in toweling each other off.

I had to dress quickly and hit the road as I was heading out of town for the day. One of our plants about 150 miles away was having some extreme issues that needed my attention, so off I went. It became apparent early on that the problems were going to keep me there for more than a single day. As much as I would normally prefer to be in my own bed, with my gorgeous wife, ever night, this feeling was compounded given recent events.

It was with terrible regret that I called Marie Thursday afternoon and let her know I couldn't get home until Friday night. Friday being the first time I could be at rehearsals in person, it would take a team of wild horses to prevent me from being there.

We only had a couple minutes to talk and she asked if she should call when she got home. I let her know to call regardless of the hour. She said she'd try to behave in order to not have much to tell. I laughed under my breath and told her I loved her and looked forward hearing from her later.

I didn't get to my hotel until about 10pm and was seriously whipped. I lay down to watch a little SportsCenter and the next thing I hear is the phone ringing. Still half asleep, I picked up the receiver and mumbled, "Hello."

Marie didn't completely recognize my voice and said, "Ed, is that you?"

"Yeah baby, I was asleep. It was a very long day. What time is it?"

"It's a little after midnight."

"So, how was your night? I'm sure it was better than mine."

With a little pout in her voice she began, "Well, this conversation won't be as much fun without you here. I know you love it when I entertain myself in your absence, so I'll be doing that as I talk. If I pause a little too long or my voice breaks up a touch, you'll know why."

It was obvious she was trying to make this as pleasurable for me as possible. It also sounded like she would enjoy it a good deal herself.

As I started taking off my clothes I calmly replied, "I don't want to sound over anxious, but don't leave me hanging. Get started and don't leave out anything."

As she started, I could hear a muffled humming noise in the background. I assumed she had gotten out a toy to relax her. "Ummmmmm, I may have crossed a line tonight, ummmmm, but it wasn't my fault. Ummmmm", she almost mumbled into the phone. "I was only helping Brad out, so he wouldn't get into trouble."

At those words I began stroking my cock slowly, knowing I didn't want to finish before Marie.

"Honey, I was good until I got a break about the middle of rehearsal. I was back near the dressing room and Brad came up to me with a problem. He said that after we got out Wednesday night, he'd gone to a bar near his place. He apparently got lucky and spent most the night doing to her, what he did to me at my audition. You do remember what he did to me at my audition, don't you?"

I thought back and responded, "Yeah babe, I remember."

During the pause before I answered, I could hear the humming sound get louder and then softer, louder, then softer. I assumed Marie was also remembering her audition and was reliving it vicariously through her little battery operated friend. 

"Well, as Craig explained to us then, it's important that the men find the women of this play sexy. He feels the only way they can show that's the case is for them to be hard during the scenes. Brad was afraid he wouldn't be able to do that and after the break, he and I had the couch scene together. He hemmed and hawed for a second and then asked if I would actually suck his cock before climbing on his lap, like I did with Max the night before."

"I'd like to tell you I took a minute to think about it, but I'd be lying. Ummmmm. I told him I'd help him out anyway I could, since it was because of him I was even there. You're not mad at me for that are you?"

I knew most men would be angry, but I was having trouble not making a mess all over myself, so I just whispered, "no."

There was another pause, for almost a minute this time. I could hear my wife moaning and again the hum of her toy changing in volume. Finally, she came up for air and said, "I'm glad you're not mad at me cause I really did want to do it. With everything he did to me at the audition, I never did suck him."

I sat in my hotel room, just listening to her voice and picturing what Brad had done for her or more specifically to her during the audition. I was slowly sliding my fist up and down over my erect shaft, already having trouble keeping the slow pace, but I wanted to enjoy her every word.

"So after the break, we met near the couch. Brad took me in his arms, bringing his lips to mine. We began to make out with our hands drifting over each other. He grasped one of my breasts giving it a firm squeeze, then doing the same with just the nipple. Knowing what I was about to do to him, this felt even more exciting" 

She paused briefly, her breath was heavy as she continued, "As his hand came off my breast, it moved up finding the strap to my dress. He slid his thumb under it and pushed it over my shoulder. Then did the same with the other side. My light dress dropped, getting hung on my hardened nipples. He moved both hands to gently cup my face while brushing his lips over mine, nibbling my bottom lip as they passed."

"He took his hands from my cheeks, over my shoulders and down my back, pushing my dress enough to release it from my nipples, dropping it to the floor. As my breasts were revealed, Brad's mouth smothered one of them. The sensation of his warm tongue running over my nipple was creating a tingling sensation all over my body, but especially in my pussy, which was almost dripping with wetness. One of his hands moved between my legs and as a finger touched my cliiiiiitttttt..." Her voice trailed off as I heard her suck in air hard.

Again Marie paused for a minute and I heard her breathing reach a crescendo, then a couple whimpers that indicated she was having a strong orgasm. It took all my control not to join her. I released my manhood, but was concerned I would cum even without touching myself, particularly when I could hear the wetness of her juices as the vibrator was being stroked in and out of her delicious lips.

"Sorry, I wish you were here. I could really use you right now."

"Baby, I would love to be there giving you whatever you need, but it sounds like you are taking care of things pretty well yourself", I said with a tinge of sarcasm in my voice. "Do you need to take a minute to calm down a little or can you continue? That sounded like a big one."

"I'm fine; I've had a lot of those tonight." She took a big breath and kept going, "Brad held me up until I got my legs back from my orgasm. OH! I forgot to say as soon as he touched my clit I came."

I only said, "I had that feeling with your reaction a minute ago."

"So, after I got my senses back, I figured I should help him out. I looked him in the eyes and held his gaze as I lowered myself to my knees, sliding my hands down his body as I went. As I felt the top of his jeans, one hand traced the outline of his cock. At the same time, I leaned in and nuzzled my lips and face against it. I began kissing the outline as my hands moved up to his buttons and starting with the top one, I undid them."

Again, her breathing was getting labored and I could hear the vibrator through the phone going at a much faster pace. With some difficulty, she kept going, "I got the last button open and all I could see was a small tuft of blond hair where his shaft met his torso, so I reach a hand inside and wrapped my fingers around his still flaccid cock. I suppose it's a good thing it was still soft cause I bent it over to get it out. As the head cleared his jeans, if flopped out onto my face."

"It was so beautiful and was so soft to the touch. I began kissing it lightly as my hands pulled his pants to the ground. I took some time to study it as I hadn't the chance to see it this close before. It was light in color with no hair except the little patch above it. His balls were the size of eggs that would have dwarfed a smaller cock, not a problem for Brad. As I was kissing it all over, my hands were also beginning to caress and stroke, my tongue darting out to lick his balls and wet his shaft. I had completely forgotten we were on stage and was just appreciating the gorgeous manhood in front of me." 

She paused and quietly asked, "Are you still okay with this."

"Ask me again at the end of this conversation, when my dick isn't so hard," I flatly stated looking down at the traitor I had once more gripped between my legs. 

She hesitated only a couple seconds before going on, "Well, at this point Brad was not completely limp, but had a long way to go for a full erection. I started to stoke him with more conviction, running my tongue over his balls and sucking them each into my mouth. This was having the desired effect, so I nudged him backwards to sit on the couch. Once sitting, I grasped his shaft with both hands, as if it were a baseball bat, squeezing firmly as I brought them from the base to the head. This is when I lowered my mouth to his cock and first licking the pre-cum from the head, I put the head in my mouth."

She was quickening the pace of her account and was beginning to sound as if she was physically running a race. Almost out of breath, she carried on, "I began stroking with my hands and mouth, only swallowing about three inches each stroke. Then I moved my hands to fondle his balls, leaving just my mouth on his cock. I took longer strokes with my mouth until I couldn't go any deeper. Brad was starting to thrust up at me and was definitely breathing harder."

"Just when we both were in a nice rhythm, he stopped. As a result, I pulled off his cock and looked up with what I'm sure was a perplexed look. He just said he thought he was hard enough and she should sit on his lap."

"I have to admit that I let out a small whimper as he helped me up to the couch. Once I was on his lap, a hand around his cock, rubbing it along my lips and clit, the whimpering ended. He was massaging my butt cheeks while I rolled my hips, allowing my pussy to slide the length of his shaft. At the same time we were sharing deep kisses and thoroughly exploring each other. That's when I did iitttt."

As she finished her sentence, I heard an orgasm overtake her. She was grunting and moaning for a full minute before I even considered asking my next question.

"Marie, what did you do?" I asked almost rhetorically.

Panting and barely able to speak, she managed, "I sat down on his dick. It was pulsing in my hand and I was so horny, I just had to do it. I was so wet that I slid completely down on him in a single stroke and I had an immediate orgasm. I just kept rolling my hips and then sliding up and down for a couple stroke, then rolling my hips some more. God, it felt fantastic!"

"Brad grabbed my ass harder and we were feverishly kissing as we fucked like a couple possessed. It only took two or three minutes before he yelled out he was cumming, slamming our hips together and holding me down hard. As I felt the first of several spurts deep inside me, I had one of the strongest orgasms of my life." 

"I collapsed in his arms and could still feel his cock twitching inside me. It was giving me a series of mini-orgasms that cascaded one to the other. As we caught our breath and I raised my head to look at him, I began to hear clapping behind and to the side of us. As I looked around, there were about a dozen cast and crew, along with the director, giving us an ovation. I know from our performance, my skin was rosy, but when I realized we had been watched, I turned a much deeper shade of red."

I was in a bit of a daze on my end of the phone. I had sprayed cum up my chest and stomach, and was still lightly stroking my rod. As I became more coherent, I realized my cock was still mostly hard. My breathing was slowing only slightly as I asked, "What did you do then?" 

Ignoring the fact this was far from what the average husband is expected to say after being told these events, she replied, "I had to get up immediately and get out of there. Brad helped me extricate myself from his penis and as it plopped out, so did a large amount of his sperm, running down his semi-hard cock and my thighs. I got to my feet and headed to the ladies dressing room. When I finally got behind the door, I could still hear clapping and some laughter. I realized what I had done, as I felt more cum running down my inner thigh and I began to feel terrible guilt."

"I thought I was alone and when I heard, "Are you okay, Marie?" It was Erin as she was walking toward me. She made her way to me and could see I was about to cry. She put her arms around me and ran her hand over my head holding me against her. Between the guilt and the embarrassment of my very public display, I just broke down in Erin's arms. I only cried for a couple minutes before she got me calmed down."

Marie paused and took another deep breath before saying, "She calmed me down by taking my face in her hands and placing a firm kiss on my lips. It stopped my crying instantly. She pulled away slightly, looking me in the eyes and leaned back in giving me a more passionate kiss while sliding her tongue past my lips. I met her advance and quickly got caught up in the heat of the moment. When we came up for air, I started to whine about what I was going to do, how I was going to explain things to you and how I could continue to rehearse with Brad's load leaking out of me. Erin stopped me with a finger across my lips, took my hand and led me over to a couch. Sitting me down, she took a cushion, setting it on the floor in front of me. She kneeled on it, laying her breasts on my parted legs. Looking up at me she said she could take care of Brad's cum and all I needed to do was to sit back, relax and enjoy."

"Without thinking, I reclined as Erin moved closer to my messy crotch. She worked her way up my legs, kissing my thighs, licking stray sperm as she went. My legs cleaned, she was almost touching my pussy with her mouth when she hesitated only long enough to deeply inhale. She looked up, smiled at me and with the look of lust in her eyes she swiped her tongue through my labia, sending a shiver through my body."

I stayed silent, eyes closed, picturing the scene in my head. My cum-slicked dick was again rock hard and I was involuntarily stroking it. I listened to every word Marie said, but though I knew I should be pissed, I was instead aroused beyond reason. I just couldn't miss a word and was almost giddy waiting for each one. I didn't know how to explain what I was feeling, but I honestly didn't care because it felt fantastic.

"After running her tongue up and down my pussy, she stopped at my clit and began showing it some serious attention. This was when I came on her face for the first time. As I was coming down from the euphoric moment, she nibbled on my clit, just shy of biting me. This sent me back over the edge. Erin gave me no rest as she pushed two fingers inside me as far as she could and then removed them. She looked at her fingers, glistening with Brad and my juices, and licked them clean. Without a word, she bent back down, scooping under my ass with both her hands and burying her tongue in my vagina. She sucked and licked until my hips were bucking out of control and I could hear myself screaming."

With those words, I shot another load all over myself, at the same time, hearing Marie orgasm again. I needed a minute, as did she. Without me saying a word she picked up where she had left off.

"I must have fainted for a couple minutes because when I came to, Erin was looking at me face to face. All she said was she thought I was clean and then she kissed me hard. I could taste myself and Brad's cum. The sheer naughtiness had me grabbing Erin's ass and pulling her tight. As with our previous intimate encounter, we were interrupted by a knock on the door." 

Marie explained, "It was Craig. He stuck his head in and asked if he could come in and talk a minute. I nodded and he entered, coming over to the couch and sitting beside me, while Erin had rolled to my other side."

"Craig wanted to let me know I wasn't in any kind of trouble. He understood that with the highly sexual nature of the play and the significant personal contact between actors, this was bound to happen. In the same breath, he asked that I try to control it or at least be more discreet. This "pep talk" may have felt more earnest if Craig hadn't been rubbing the erection in his pants and talking to my tits the entire time. I suspect if Erin hadn't been in there, he may have tried to fuck me or maybe get a blowjob. Just as well Erin was there because I can't promise I wouldn't have done it." 

"We talked with Craig for a minute or two, the cleaned up and went back out to join the rehearsal. Nothing of significance happened after that, but Brad did talk with me, thanking me for, as he called it, an incredible fuck. I'm sure I blushed as I thanked him for the same."

There was an uncomfortable pause. I was trying to think how to react and to come up with the right words, when she said, "Honey, I hope I didn't hurt you. I never meant to do that and if I need to, I'll quit the play. Please let me know what you're thinking?"

I took a mouthful of air and tried to explain, "Marie, I'm not mad and I'm not hurt. I just came twice listening to you describe your night. I can't accurately explain what I'm feeling and certainly don't understand why, but you haven't hurt our relationship tonight. I love you as much now as I did before your audition. Anything happening is as much my fault as yours and I don't know if I even want it to stop. Tomorrow night I'll be there and see what's going on first hand. After that, we'll talk at length and make sure we both come to a mutual understanding so neither of us gets hurt. For now, sleep sound knowing nothing is wrong between the two of us."

There was a deep sigh on the other end of the phone and then Marie said, "I love you. No matter what happens from here that will always be true."

I was exhausted and could only say, "I'll be home around 5pm so we can ride to rehearsal together. I miss you and wish I was there, but I'll see you soon. Good Night and don't worry about anything."




Marie Ch. 05



"I miss you too. Good night."

The phone went dead and I set it down. I sat in my hotel room for a long time thinking about our conversation. I came to the conclusion that I really wanted Marie to be naughty. I also decided that as much as I enjoyed the evening reviews and the limited visuals I got in the audition, I definitely wanted to be an active participant and only an occasional spectator from this point on. 

There was a plan brewing in my head, but I didn't have all the particulars yet. Tomorrow night, seeing everything in person would put a lot of the pieces in place. It would be the start of what I hoped to be an interesting new chapter in both our lives.  To be continued...

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Marie Ch. 06



This is another part of our first attempt at erotica. It is recommended you read the previous parts before reading this one. It is in the Loving Wives section and is a fantasy that involves sex outside wedlock. If this type of thing offends you, stop reading! If you choose to read this, we sincerely hope you enjoy it.



As had been the case this week, the alarm came too soon, this time in the form of the hotel wake up call. Sitting up in bed I realized why they say don't ever sit on a hotel bedspread. That's where I had been last night when Marie's reminiscence of her evening had caused me to spray my DNA all over myself and said bedspread, twice.

I hopped in the shower and although the warm water was a joy, it didn't compare with Marie's version of a relaxing shower yesterday. I couldn't help myself as I stroked my cock remembering her words last night. I furiously rubbed as I contemplated what I would witness tonight as I got a first-hand view of rehearsals. I lost control at that thought and shot my load into the cascade of the shower.

For the most part, the day flew by. I had an early start and remained very busy, until departing for home around 2:30pm. With a determined drive home, I arrived about 4:30pm, just enough time for a quick shower and change of clothes. Marie pulled in at five sharp. I met her at the door and she literally flew into my arms. We shared an incredible embrace and kiss, unlike anything I could remember. After a couple minutes, I loosened my hold on her and she reluctantly followed suit. 

Neither of us had said a word to this point and still hesitated as we looked at each other. Finally I had to say, "I missed you so much. It feels like I'm coming home after a month away, not just a single night."

She looked at me with tears welling up in her eyes, "I know how you feel. I'm so glad you're home and you can come with me tonight."

"You need to take a quick shower and change. I'll leave you alone so you can get it done or else you won't make it out of this house." I meant what I said. I'd have liked nothing better than to ravage her in the doorway. I wanted her so badly, but knew I couldn't start anything, time just wouldn't allow it.

"I'll hurry, but don't come in here because I can't trust myself right now and we need to get going."

I let her ready herself in seclusion. I honestly was impressed with my willpower. My dick was already yelling at me and anyone else who looked down at the tent in my pants. I wore loose fitting linen pants and boxers. I would have gone commando, but was concerned with the level of excitement tonight, my pre-cum might appear as if I had bladder control issues. As it was, I was worried I might even have a load escape from the boys with only the visual stimulation I'd be getting over the next several hours. I really was uncertain how I would handle things tonight, but I desperately wanted to find out.

Marie came out of the bedroom in a light summer dress with only spaghetti straps. She couldn't wear a bra with it and as the sun hit it, I was able to see the dress was the only thing she wore. I asked about the lack of undergarments and she simply explained she didn't like the marks on her skin when she got naked each night. Made sense to me and Ed Jr.

We got in the car and headed to the theatre. Talk was as normal as any other couple, stuff about work, the weather, and plans for the weekend. The conversation tailed off the closer we got to the theater. As we arrived, I parked and we walked together to the stage door. Once inside, we were split up with only enough time for a quick kiss.

Visitors were being ushered to a conference room and asked to stay there for a short talk with the director, Craig. When I walked in, there were only two people there, an attractive young couple. 

Before I could say anything the young man said, "How ya doin, I'm Jack and this is my girlfriend, Annabelle. We're friends of Mary; she's one of the understudies."

As I shook the hand he offered, I replied "Hi, I'm Ed, Marie's husband. She's plays the wife."

Jack was about 6'1", 180 pounds, had short brown hair and an athletic build. He was wearing long baggy khaki shorts and a white t-shirt. His girlfriend, the olive-skinned Annabelle, looked gorgeous. She's a 5'4", 105 pound brunette with perky 34B breasts and a delicious round ass. She wore a black tube top, loose fitting skirt barely covering her cute cheeks and a pair of three inch heels. Both of them looked more like the actors I expected to see than guests like myself.

We made some small talk, staying off the subject of what we expected to witness tonight. We'd only been in the room two or three minutes when another guest arrived. She introduced herself as Kim, Tim's wife. 

Kim looked to be about 35, although I found out later she was 42. She was about 5'2", 120 pounds, had shoulder length dirty-blond hair and what appeared to be 34B breasts with hard nipples on top. She wore a nice fitting pair of jeans with a deep V'd halter top, allowing everyone a good view of her shapely tits.

We no more had introductions and Craig walked in. He asked us to all to sit and then began, "We asked to have closed rehearsals for the first few days to get the actors comfortable with each other. We thought with people they knew or their significant others present, they might have been inhibited and not given their best efforts. We have a limited time before the play opens and we needed to get things going fast and we appreciate your understanding in this. If you see something that excites or bothers you, we need you to keep it away from the actors. Before we leave this room, you all need to commit to that."

Everyone readily agreed and it appeared no one was ignorant of the goings on over the last several rehearsals. I wondered just how much they knew of the specifics of who had done what, as Marie had probably done more than any other single person or so I thought.

Craig acknowledged everyone's agreement and he explained, "We'll be rehearsing until around 11:00pm and there aren't any scheduled breaks. People just take them when they can. We have a room set up with food and drinks and you're welcome to anything at anytime. There are also dressing rooms, but they are off limits without permission. So, if no one has any questions, feel free to explore the theatre, have a seat in the audience or hang around back stage. Just remember to be quiet when we are running lines."

"We have visitor tags specific for each of you, so if you're questioned by anyone, you can show you're allowed to be here. Make sure you remember these each day you come to watch. We won't be making a second one for you and you will not be allowed in without it", Craig emphasized. With that, he walked out and we followed. Kim first, then Jack and Annabelle, and I took up the rear, staring at Annabelle's incredible butt as I followed her out.

As we left the room, the cast and crew were waiting for us, all in their street clothes. We were briefly introduced and then they were each quickly named off with their role or job. I didn't really hear a thing as I looked over first the women and then the men. At first glance they were all as Marie had described, very attractive. There were also about eight crew members, along with one of the backers, Mr. Thompson.

Mr. Thompson was in his mid-forties and in decent shape. He was a stand-out from everyone else in his formal look, suit and tie, as well as the manner everyone else appeared to treat him. He was obviously very important to this show.

After introductions, Marie found me. She kissed me softly and said, "I won't really be able to spend time with you until I get a break for dinner and I never know when that is, so I hope you can keep yourself occupied until then." She gave my cock a light squeeze on her last words and found it was already or maybe I should say still, half-hard.

She gave me another kiss and whispered in my ear, "There may be some unusual things going on during the rehearsals I didn't mention. I never had time to tell you everything, so I hope nothing upsets you." She gave me another kiss, this one on my cheek and looked into my eyes.

"Don't worry about me," I replied, "I'll stay out of the way and be quiet." 

Marie looked more serious and quietly said, "I didn't mean that, it's just the crew can get excited, as well as the cast, and when people get excited around here, they loosen things up or even relieve the problems. It's all harmless."

I gave her a quizzical look and asked, "Does that mean the visitors too."

"It can."

"How do they relieve the problem?"

"Usually it's a solo act, but if they can find a co-star then more power to them."

"What if I find a co-star?

She didn't hesitate when she said, "I don't think given recent events I could deny you a helper." With that, she again gave me a soft kiss on the cheek and headed to her dressing room or more accurately, her undressing room.

With Marie gone, I wandered for a few minutes to get the lay of the land, so to speak. In my brief travels, I found the "green room" with the buffet. I grabbed a bottle of water and continued looking around. There were three or four workers milling around, but no actors. Then I heard a bell ring and the next thing I see is Jane, the young girl who plays the one who cheats with Tim, my wife's acting husband, along with Tim and Craig walking out on stage.

Jane is about 5'4", 105 pounds, with blond hair just off her shoulders. She had a nice tan which I'd find out was without tan lines. Her breasts were very perky as is common for a young lady around twenty, I suspected about a 32B. In a couple of minutes I'd also see she had a completely shaved pussy and a solid shapely ass.

Tim was about 5'8", 160 pounds, with salt and pepper hair fashioned like and executive might. He had a decent tan with a white ass from the shorts he must have worn. His cock was maybe a touch over six inches and a little thicker than average. In general, he was in excellent shape for a man of forty.

Craig was talking to them, so I took that time to go sit in the first row, front and center. I had no more sat down when Jack and Annabelle walked over and asked if I minded them sitting down next to me. I said I would enjoy the company and smiled as Annabelle sat down immediately to my right, with Jack on her other side.

Craig told the actors to perform the scene where they hook up for the revenge fuck after finding out Marie was cheating with Jane's boyfriend Brad. This was not a long scene as it was intended for revenge and no seduction or foreplay was required.

As they were told to start, Jane knocks on the door and after being invited in, tells Tim about Marie's infidelity. She also is the one to suggest they have a tryst and let the other two know about it, even producing pictures of their session. Tim readily agrees and almost tears her clothes off, roughly running his hands over her body and crushing her breasts with his mouth. At this point, the dialog is all moans and grunts as he helps her undress him.

With both of them naked and mauling each other, everyone was silent and staring at the action. Their hands were everywhere. She began to stroke his cock and he was sucking on a breast, squeezing the other, while stroking a couple fingers in and out of her pussy. From where we were seated, you could hear how wet she was and even her stroking of his cock that was getting wet from his pre-cum.

This scene had taken about five minutes to get to this point and I was very uncomfortable. My cock had gotten very hard and although I dressed for it, I was having trouble easing it to a more comfortable position. As I looked over to see if I could adjust it without being seen, I saw Annabelle had her hand on her now exposed pussy and was gently rubbing her clit. Looking further, I see Jack has his cock out and it appears as big as Brad's from Marie's audition.

Annabelle noticed my glance, leaned over and whispered, never taking her eyes off the action, "Mary said it was OK to do this. Apparently everyone does because of all the hot action."

That was all the permission I needed, so I unzipped and fished out my cock. God, did it feel so much better to have it out. I slowly stroked it as I split my time between what was happening on stage and this gorgeous girl next to me fingering herself.

On stage, Tim had carried Jane over to a bed. It was set parallel to the stage so we saw it in profile. As he laid her on the bed, he moved up to her head and she rolled on her side with her face directly in front of his hardening cock. From our vantage point, we could see her face, but she had reached around him and placed a hand on his ass, pulling him in closer. If she wasn't actually sucking him, this was a great fake out. After a minute, he bent enough to pull a camera out of the nightstand. He popped off a couple pictures and handed the camera to her. 

Pulling away slightly, he repositioned her so her ass was on the edge of the bed. He knelt down with her legs over his shoulders and proceeded to bury his face in her pussy. Again, we couldn't see this directly, but based on the moaning and slurping, it appeared very real. Jane started bucking and yelling and then her ass came off the mattress and she locked in place as an orgasm swept over her. As she came down and Tim's face was still in her crotch, she took a couple candids.

As Jane had her orgasm, I heard a kind of squeak to my right. Looking, I noticed Annabelle's hand was buried in her pussy and she was cumming along with Jane. I had temporarily stopped stroking myself as I watched both women, for fear of shooting a load onto the seat in front of me. It's a good thing I stopped as being so close to a young beautiful woman having an orgasm was incredibly erotic. It took all the strength I had not to stand up and cum all over her.

After Jane and Annabelle came back to earth, I turned my full attention to the bed on stage. Tim had stood up with Jane's ankles on his shoulders. He leaned in and Jane let out a soft moan. Almost immediately, Tim was pounding her like there was a time limit. It only took a couple minutes and Tim announced he was going to cum and asked where she wanted it. In short choppy words she yelled, "On my face!"

With that he stepped back and while stroking himself, pulled her around so her head was hanging over the edge of the bed. We heard a loud grunt and he started spraying her face, hair and chest with sperm. He was standing a little side ways so we could see her as she got a cum bath. At least one spurt went into her open mouth and she didn't flinch, it was not a surprise.

As Tim emptied the last of his cum on Jane's lips, squeezing out the last drop, he bent his knees to lower his cock into her mouth. At first only the head was in and she hadn't indicated he should stop, he then squared around and appeared to push the rest of his shaft into her mouth. Again, we could only see from the back, but with his legs bent outward, I could see his nut sack resting on her nose. He slid his dick in and out a few times, each time his balls swaying and hitting her face. 

Finally, he pulled out and helped her sit up and turn around so her feet hung over the bed. We could clearly see the large load Tim had deposited on her. He then reached down, scooped some with his fingers and she took it in her mouth without hesitation. I clearly heard her say, "yum" after she swallowed. 

This was going to be an exhausting night at this rate. I knew I'd be shooting my own load more than once. We were twenty minutes into rehearsal and already I had to back off to prevent cumming.

Tearing my eyes off the stage, I again noticed Annabelle. She was slouched in her seat, legs wide open and her skirt up over her waist. She had very slight pubic hair trimmed in a neat "V" and her lips glistened with her juices. I wanted to bend down and taste them, but I didn't want to get thrown out. 

I looked past Annabelle to Jack and found Annabelle's right hand slowly stroking what was a very sizable piece of man flesh between his legs. He must have been 8-8 ½" long. Annabelle's hand was very slowly sliding up past the head and the just as slowly back down to the base. She was looking down at it and as she got to the top, a generous amount of pre-cum oozed out. She bent over and took just the head in her lips. When she straightened back up, the fluid was gone.

Looking down, I saw Annabelle's pantiless ass was exposed to me as she leaned over. For such a slight girl, she had a full round butt. The skin was perfect and looked so soft. I couldn't help myself as I reached my right hand over and gently ran it over her cheek. I immediately froze realizing what I had done, but my concern was unfounded. She just turned to look over her shoulder and gave me a cute little smile and went back to Jack's cock.

Taking her smile as my permission, I explored all I could reach, even running my fingers over the lips of her pussy as they protruded between her tanned thighs. As I did this, she shifted and getting up on her chair, pointed her entire ass at my face. I lost all awareness of my surrounding and leaned forward to kiss her ass. I continued kissing and fondling her backside until I had to taste her. I ran my tongue over her pussy all the way up over her anus and back down again. I did this a couple times and could hear her quiet moans. Just as I was about to dive my tongue inside her, I was jolted back to reality, but the voice very close behind me.

"Okay, Frank and Mary, you're up. Same scene." Craig yelled to the stage.

As I looked back, Craig was only two rows back and a couple seats to my left. With him sat Mr. Thompson and Kim. Kim had her halter untied and dropped down, exposing a couple delicious looking tits. Both Neil and Craig were fondling the breast on their respective side and although I couldn't see, it appeared she may have had their cocks in her hands.

As I turned back to my tasty treat, she had sat back down and was talking with Jack in hushed tones. I thought about moving to some other spot and just as I was about to get up, Annabelle turned and asked, "Can I touch your dick?"

I was dumbfounded at the question and hesitated a second.

"If you don't want me to, it's alright, but I just thought you might like me to massage it" she said in an almost child-like voice.

I blurted out, "No, it's not that I don't want to, it's just you took me by surprise. It's not everyday a young beautiful woman asks to see my cock and I was wondering if I heard you correctly. I would love to have you feel it."

I immediately undid my slacks and pulled them down to release the rest of my engorged penis and balls. As I did, she reached over and wrapped her delicate hand around it. Annabelle slowly ran her hand up and down and back up, squeezing at the up-stroke and getting some pre-cum to ooze out. Without saying a word, she bent over and put the head of my dick in her mouth. I felt her tongue snake out across my slit and grab the liquid. After only a few seconds, she sat back up and smiled at me.

We settled down, as much as anyone can with a hot woman caressing your cock, and watched the stage again. Frank and Mary had progressed to being naked already. As Frank led her to the bed I could see was just a bit smaller than Tim, maybe just under six inches and not quite as thick. He had the same build as Tim, but was maybe an inch taller. In all other respects he could have doubled for Tim, right down to how he combed his hair and trimmed their pubes. Mary could have been Jane's twin. She was about five pounds heavier, but had the same hair, breasts, tan lines and shapely behind.

They had said all the same lines and even made out the same as the first couple, but as they reached the bed, there were some little changes. Mary laid down at more of an angle, so when she sucked Frank and he ate her, we could plainly see they were not faking. Even when he was to enter her, they were turned so each had one foot on the floor and one on the bed. We saw clearly as he brushed his cock head up and down her pussy lips. Frank hesitated only slightly with the head poised at Mary's vaginal opening before he pushed in completely.




Marie Ch. 06



Annabelle's grip tightened as she leaned closer and whispered, "Finger me."

I reached my right hand down without looking, running it across her thigh before feeling the softness of her little patch of fur. Heading south, I was rewarded with a very hard and protruding clit preceding the velvety moist lips of her scorching hot pussy. I ran my finger down its length and back up to her rosebud. Paying her clit some respect, I lingered there for a moment before sliding first one, then two fingers inside her.

Her hand hadn't moved and she continued to lean against my shoulder. I could feel her hips begin to move as I slowly finger fucked her, occasionally rubbing her clit softly. As she moved more, I picked up speed. She quickly reached a fevered pace as she went rigid and buried her face into my side, stifling her cries in the process. I felt a warm rush of fluid across my fingers, flowing down her lips to her seat. This had taken less than five minutes and the action up on stage was just getting into full swing.

As Annabelle relaxed, I looked down at her. She just smiled up at me and released my cock. I still had two fingers buried in her without thinking about it. She reached down and gently pulled my hand away from her crotch. Bringing my fingers to her mouth, while looking me in the eye, she wrapped her lips around them and I could feel her tongue tracing each one. She licked and sucked her juices off. As she pulled my fingers out, she kissed them and mouthed to me, "Thank you."

All I could do was nod.

I sat in the front row of the theater, with my cock out and hard as granite. Up on stage the forty-ish man was hammering a little 20 year old and behind me I was distinctly hearing the sounds of sex. I was almost afraid to touch my dick, so I just sat there airing it out, watching Annabelle's friend Mary get screwed like there was no tomorrow.

Finally the sounds from behind drew my attention from the stage. I turned to see Kim being spit roasted with Craig's big dick in her pussy and Mr. Thompson face fucking her. Both were pounding her hard and she appeared to be enjoying the hell out of it. As if on cue, both men pulled out and Kim plopped back into her seat. It only took an instant and both men erupted onto her face and chest with considerable loads. Her mouth was open and was rewarded with a couple full shots of cum. Most ended up on her face and hair, but gravity did its job and caused it to run down onto her lovely tits topped with hardened nipples. 

As each man finished, she put his cock into her mouth and milked the last drops. I would say she was cleaning them, but with all the spunk she had dripping from her, she may have made more of a mess than she cleaned up.

As the second cock flopped from Kim's lips, she made eye contact with me. All I could do was stare as she smiled a devilish grin at me. Never looking away, she ran her fingers over her face and scooped much of the fresh cum into her mouth, making a show of cleaning off her fingers.

I was startled by a soft whisper in my ear, "God that looks like fun." It was Annabelle who had also seen Kim's little show.

I turned back around just as Frank pulled his dick out of Mary. He grabbed it, stroking furiously, and moved up to Mary's head. Before her mouth could open, he let out a loud grunt and his first spurt of cum exploded dead center on her face. She got her mouth open to take most of the second blast and then Frank thrust himself into her mouth as far as he could. He fucked her face for only a half dozen strokes before pulling it completely out and squeezing the last drops onto one of her hard little nipples.

Frank lazily rubbed the head of his dick on her nipple, smearing the cum around. When he stopped, he helped Mary clean her face by scooping what cum he could into her mouth. From where we sat, you could see all the action clearly and even hear her tell Frank how much she liked rehearsing.

I slowly began to rub my cock again, expecting to shoot off my own load quickly, when to my right I heard Jack try to stifle a grunt. Looking over I saw Annabelle's puckered little asshole staring at me. She had bent over to swallow Jack's spunk and again exposed her delicious as to me. I couldn't resist standing up behind her and in all of about fifteen seconds; I began spraying her anus with my sperm. It caught her by surprise, but she never came off Jack's spasming dick. 

I hit her valley with four big spurts before the flow slowed. I rubbed the remainder of the load on her left butt cheek. Once finished, I sat back and saw several people watching us. Frank and Mary were now sitting on the bed with there focus on us and looking behind I saw that trio also watching.

Finally, Annabelle came off Jack's dick and stand up, catching her skirt and holding it off her ass. She gave me a look that said, "Now look what you've done."

She turned to show Jack her cum covered ass and smiling said, "Ed got all excited and came all over my ass. I don't know why he didn't just slide it inside and cum there. It's wouldn't be near as messy."

With those words, Jack laughed a bit and looking up from the wet butt in front of him, looked at me and simply said, "Nice shootin' Ed. Looks like a couple bulls-eyes."

I had to laugh at that, but the words I'd heard from Annabelle, did nothing to help get my dick to relax. And what she did next assured I would remain hard for some time. 

She reached back and ran her hands all over her ass, smearing my load all over. She even ran her hand down her crack and through her legs, dipping a finger into her pussy. Her ass glistened with both cheeks now coated in cum. She brought her spunk covered hand to her mouth and licked it clean, oblivious to the audience she had. Once clean, she used that hand to undo her skirt and it fell to the floor. She stepped out of it, picked it up and said in a cute southern belle voice, "I believe I need to powder my nose. If you gentlemen will excuse me?" and off she went, naked from the waist down.

As Annabelle got to the end of the row, she was joined by Kim, who was naked from the waist up. They made quite a pair as they sashayed out of sight.

I turned to Jack and started to apologize, but he stopped me in mid-sentence and said, "Hey, Annabelle and I knew what to expect tonight and we came to have fun. She seems to like you and would not be adverse to you playing with her in any way that would make both of you feel good. As long as she's up for it, I don't have a problem."

It was at that moment I officially decided I wouldn't miss any rehearsal I was allowed to attend. Little did I know how much better it could get.

To be continued...



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