Wife Becomes an Actress Act 4 The Final Act
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Act 2:
The Tuesday before our opening night, we had a dress rehearsal. We ran through it perfectly. Ben was a gentleman. Never did he touch me in anyway other than professionally. When we finished, Sandra threw a little party for everyone and we toasted to our opening night. Titan was happy that everything was on the up and up. He was also very happy that he benefited every night with the wild lovemaking that we had, and that helped him deal with the play.
The play was rated adult and no one under 18 was to be allowed in. I was on pins and needles all night and the next day just waiting for the opening curtain. We had to give a performance every night Wednesday through to Sunday for one week, and then depending on how it was received, we would either continue or close.
Titan and I arrived early. We did my makeup and Titan went to his seat. The curtain opened and everything went perfectly in the first act. When we started the second act, everything also went perfectly. We both hit our lines and when we got to the part where we were to go to bed, everything was just as we had practiced. We kissed and we laid down kissing. We had practiced for weeks of simulating that John was fingering me. He kissed and licked at my breasts before he moved between my legs under the cover.
I felt his hand work its way down my tummy just as we rehearsed and he kept kissing me. I was going crazy and I was picturing him in my mind actually fucking me. As I moved my hips in a slow motion I fantasized that I would fuck him back. When his hand did not stop at my belly as we had rehearsed, I became very excited. I felt his fingers touch my pubic hair and move down into my now wide-open wet pussy. I felt his big, black fingers slide into my hole and I moaned as he began finger fucking me real fast.
This time as I yelled out, “Faster, harder, more, stick them in deeper!” I was not acting. I wanted his fingers fucking me. This time when I said the words, “I need you, honey, give me that big, black dick. Fuck me, baby, come on, fuck me,” I meant it.
Every time I had said those words before I did mean them even though I knew it would not happen. But this time when I felt John move between my legs, I felt him aim his hard cock against my hole and I felt him slide inside of me! I moaned as I said the words that I had said for the last few weeks, “Yeah, oh fuck yeah, that feels so good. How I missed this so much. I missed your cock fucking me like that. Oh, Ohhh, Ohhhh, baby, that feels so good.”
This time John said, “You love it when I fuck you, don’t you, baby. You love the feeling of my fat cock up inside of you. You’re my bitch, you’re my whore, tell me how much you want me to fuck you, tell me.”
He had said those same words over and over every time we rehearsed this part, only this time I knew he wanted to hear my response. I knew that I wanted to say them this time because I actually meant them, just as I had the last two weeks we rehearsed it. I looked up at his face and I could see the pleasure on it.
I said. “Oh My God, Baby please fuck me harder, faster. I need that cock. Give it to me. Fuck me! Fuck me!!!” I felt him going faster, just as we rehearsed. It hit me. Maybe if he goes too fast he will cum and it will be over.
We had rehearsed it that he would act as if he was making love to me for a total of 20 minutes. I know Titan can maybe last two, maybe three minutes before it is all over. John kept a nice fast steady pace. I kept climbing higher and higher with pleasure. I was feeling him so far up inside of me and at the same time, I was receiving a feeling that I had never felt in my life. I began to climax and it was like it had no end in sight.
I was yelling at John and I was fucking back at him hard. As hard as I knew how. The bed was almost bouncing on stage just a little more than we had tried to do every rehearsal. Sandra was always trying to get us to bounce so hard that the bed would move. Well, tonight it was moving all right. The signal that the 20 minutes was up was that one of the lights above us would flicker, and as it began to flicker I felt a warm rush of sperm filling me deeper than I had ever felt a man before.
I was still climbing to the most wonderful climax that I had ever felt. I felt John’s cock pulsing inside of me and I shuddered screaming, “YES, YES, ALL OF IT. YES, ALL, I WANT IT ALL!”
Oh, it was the same words that I rehearsed. Only this time I ground my cunt hard against John wanting every drop of his sperm inside of me. He shuddered to a stop and he laid on top of me slowly sliding himself in and out as I came down from the best climax that I had ever felt.
I heard him say the words that I had heard so many times before. “Want to lick me clean, honey?”
I said as I had said so many times before, “I’ll do you first, and you do me.”
He rolled off of me and I got under the sheet and I went straight to his wet dick. I opened my mouth and it watered, as I had wanted to do this so badly all week. I took him in my mouth and opened my throat to take all of him. I slid down his shaft and back up to get some air. I had never in my life had a dick that big in my mouth or throat. I loved the way it stretched me as I went back down again. John moaned as he was supposed to, but I knew that his moans were real this time. After awhile he acted as if he came and I reluctantly pulled off of him.
I turned around and got up kissed him with my wet kiss. I said, “my turn,” and he went down under the covers. I thought that this was the nastiest thing ever. I am very good at clinching my inner muscles. They are called “kegel muscles.” I held in his sperm so it wouldn’t get on the sheets and be obvious, as well as nasty. For years and years I have been able to control myself by holding sperm inside of myself until I was sitting on the pot so I could release it in a place that would not embarrass me. What surprised me about all this was the fact I got a little thrill out of it all.
To be honest, I did not expect him to put his mouth on my open, wet, draining pussy. When I felt his mouth cover my hole and his tongue begin to work my hole I grabbed his head and went crazy. I forgot my lines. I was lost in the nasty pleasure. I moaned. I yelled. I ground my cunt against his face and I came two more times before John stopped and came back up from under the covers. In all of that, I never released any of his sperm that he deposited inside of me. I got in my position so he could spoon me and I felt him hard again as he moved in position. I felt his hand on my ass and his finger move between my cheeks. I felt his finger at my asshole and he slipped it inside. As we lay there saying our lines, he worked his finger in and out of my asshole. I had never felt anything like that and I loved the way it felt. I had a hard time remembering my lines as he did that.
I felt his cock between the cheeks of my ass and as we were to fall asleep and the curtain was to close, I heard him whisper in my ear, “By Sunday night, my dick is going into that ass of yours.”
I did not say anything. I just moved my hips back and forth against his finger fucking me. The curtain closed and the audience applauded long and loud.
We had a few-minute break before Act 3. The stagehands brought us our robes and we both got out of the bed and I almost ran to my dressing room. I was excited and ashamed at the same time. I had not planned to do it. Yes, I had wanted to, but I didn’t want to either. I mean, it was one thing to daydream about it or masturbate and fantasize about it, but to actually do it and betray my husband who was in the front row watching, was another thing.
I heard a knock on the door. It opened and Titan came in. I watched him lock the door and I panicked. I knew that if he wanted to fuck me he would know that I had allowed John to get inside of me. I just knew it. I knew that the best thing I could do was give my husband a quick blowjob. I knelt down, unzipped his pants and took him in my mouth.
I began to work him fast, then he pulled back, and said, “Stand up, bend over, I want to fuck you.”
I stood, bent over the chair, Titan lifted my robe and being naked under it he had easy access to me. I clinched myself real tight so I would not allow any of John’s sperm to come out of me. I felt Titan inside and he pumped me hard and fast. He gave me a groan, and deposited his sperm in with John’s as far inside of me as he could reach. He pulled out and I clinched myself tight again. A little sperm came out when he pulled out of me, but not very much. I am very good at control with my kegels. One thing that I do like to do is clean up my husband’s dick with my mouth. I quickly turned, knelt down and took his wet, sperm-covered cock into my mouth and slowly cleaned him off.
I finished and as I stood up he said, “My God, Missy, you are a great actress. If I had not been at the rehearsals, I would actually have thought that you two did it up there. Did you hear the audience? They loved it! Man, I had a boner so hard that it hurt. I can’t wait till tonight.”
We kissed and I told him to get back to his seat and that Act 3 was going to be just as hot.
I was out of time and had to get back, so I did not have any opportunity to get rid of the sperm deposited inside of me by John (Ben) and now my husband. I walked back onto the stage. I saw that Ben was already in the bed. I took off my robe and got under the covers with him. As we laid there waiting for the curtain to rise up, it hit me for the first time. We had ended the Second Act with sex and here we were opening the Third Act with it again.
Funny how I never thought about it before in all the rehearsals where we just acted at the sex. Somehow I knew that we were not going to be acting anymore after tonight. I knew that I wanted to do it again with John, but knowing men needed recovery time I knew that I would have to wait.
John was on his back and I was to be turned on to my side facing him. Just as the curtain went up, John found my hand under the covers and placed it on himself. When my fingers touched him, he said, “I don’t know about you, but I am ready for some more.” He wasn’t kidding. His dick was as hard as a rock.
The curtain went up. The bright stage light was shining in the window indicating it was morning and we stirred. I was to be the one to move first. I was to wake up and slide under the covers and simulate waking my husband with oral sex. John was to slowly wake up and once he was awake, I was to get on top and pretend to fuck him. Once my fingers grabbed hold of it, I never let go of his cock. God, he was thick! The closer I got to him with my face, I more I could smell the leftover sex. I guess it was still in his pubic hairs. The aroma itself excited me as I opened my mouth and took in his hard cock. I ran my hand up and down his shaft as I worked the head. John began to stir as if he was waking up. Soon his hands were on top of the covers and on top of my head that was going up and down on his cock.
He said his line, “Oh baby, what an alarm clock you have. You keep that up and we may not get out of bed today.”
That was my cue to come up out from under the covers and to straddle him. Every rehearsal I moved up and straddled his tummy, but this time as I moved up, holding the sheet and covers to the back of my ass so the audience could not see, I moved up right over his dick. In the rehearsal I had always pretended to reach down and guide him into myself. Today, I reached down and found his hard cock. I aimed it and slowly squatted down, taking him inside of myself.
I could feel myself expanding as I slid down on his cock. Once I had as much of him as I could get inside of me I began to move my ass up and down as we had rehearsed so many times. John’s job was to hold the sheets and covers up over my thighs as I bounced up and down. By doing that, it kept the back covers and sheet tight against my ass. That way no one could tell or see anything. That way everyone would believe that we were acting out the part and really not having sex. I was beside myself as I moved up and down John’s shaft. I had a hard time remembering my lines. I was bouncing up and down and I felt hands on my breasts. I loved the way John was caressing my nipples, adding to my pleasure. I began to really move as I felt a climax coming on me and John was bucking back at my thrusts.
The script called for us to talk dirty to each other and we had practiced it but at that moment when I spoke to John it was not acting. “God, I love that black cock of yours. Fuck me baby. Give me that hard cock all the way up inside of me.” The closer I got to my climax, the faster I moved and the dirtier my mouth got.
“Fuck me, you bastard. Feed me. Give it to me. More, more ...” I was riding his shaft up and down and it seemed as the more I came down the farther he would go inside of me. I felt him as his cock exploded inside of me and I felt his cock pulsing as he throbbed and gave me more of his semen. When I felt him climaxing, my own climax hit. It hit hard and I lost it. “YES! YES! ALL OF IT. GIVE IT ALL TO ME. EVERY DROP. OH GOD, OH MY GODDDDDDDD!!!”
I came, and I just sat there on top of him trying to get every inch of his cock inside of me as he pulsed and throbbed out his sperm. I just sat there on his pole, collecting more of his sperm as well as my thoughts, and tried to remember where we were in the play. Did John have the next line or did I?
John spoke reminding me of my line and got us back onto our lines. It was then that I realized that I felt cool air along my upper thighs and glancing down I saw that my legs were not covered on the sides. I looked over to the side of the stage to my right and Sandra and others were standing there watching us. I glanced over to the other wing and the other stagehands were all standing watching. My mind was racing as I realized that if the covers were not on my thighs as I rode John’s cock, then everyone in the stage wings had seen that I had John’s cock inside of me as I bounced up and down on him. I panicked, wondering if anyone would tell my husband.
I was upset with myself for doing it and losing control. I was upset that I had allowed John to put himself in me during Act 2. I was ashamed that everyone on the stage knew that I had actually let John fuck me right in front of my husband. I slid up and off of his shaft clinching my kegels again to not allow any sperm to escape out of me if I could. I did not want any evidence on the sheets whatsoever. I lay back down just as I had week after week in rehearsals, and we kissed and said our lines.
The rest of the act was just talking and when the curtain came down on Act 3, I did not want to walk offstage. I did not want to face anyone because I knew that they all knew what I had been doing. I walked to my dressing room and when I did I had to walk past Sandra. She followed me in the door and as it closed she said, “Missy, next time you make sure Ben is covering you both. I do not want to see that again. What would Titan say if he found out? I told the crew that if anyone said anything that they would be fired. You placed us all in a bad position. If one of those critics would have seen that, it would have killed our play and called it a cheap sex show. Keep your mind on your work and just act out the sex scenes. I have to go speak with Ben.”
I had to hurry and change. I did not have any time to waste to go get on the pot and get rid of the sperm, I didn’t even have time to pee. I had to get ready for the last act. I had just finished getting out of my clothes and I wanted to run to the potty to sit down and to let out all of the sperm that I now had inside of me. I had three loads of it in me by now.
The door opened and Titan came in. He came up to me all excited and said, “God, you won’t believe it, everyone out there thought that it was all real. Man, you and Ben really had it down. Everyone is talking out there. The story is great and the play is hot. I’ll be back to take you to dinner after the show. If I weren’t so intelligent, I would have thought it was real.
I was just finishing dressing and I said, “No. We have a meeting this evening, so if we go to dinner it has to be quick.”
I kissed him on the cheek as I almost ran back out to the stage. I got there just as John (I mean Ben), arrived back. We walked onto the stage to our positions as he said, “Sandra was pissed. She wants us to do it as we rehearsed.”
I said, “Yeah, I know, she said something to me also.”
Act 4 was the part where I had a hard time letting John leave to go back to the base. In the last part of the scene there was one last small sex act that we had rehearsed the last few weeks. I was to try and do anything to get my husband to stay home with me and not leave. John, on the other hand, had a strong sense of duty so he felt he had to leave. As you can see, it offered an excellent base for a play. When I realized that my pleading and reasoning would not work, it was then that I turned to sex. In this scene I was sitting in an overstuffed chair facing away from the audience facing John on the couch. I was to lift my right leg up onto the arm of the chair. I was wearing a floor-length skirt which I slowly pulled up as I began to tell my husband in very naughty talk just how much I was going to miss him.
As I faced John I said, “Oh honey, you know you’re going to miss this. You know I need you so much. I won’t be able to go to sleep thinking about you and your big dick. You know how hot I get. With you gone I’ll have to play with myself. You know how much I love having you fuck me, darling.”
By then I was to act as if I had my hand between my legs and I was to act as if I was masturbating. Because of the position of the chair and with it being a deep cushion, the only one that was able to see me was John. In every rehearsal I would pull up the skirt and rest my hand on my inner thigh as I moved my arm around, making it look like I was masturbating.
Tonight I was excited by everything that we had done. I was excited because Sandra had seen us and said what she had. I knew that it was so wrong to do it. It was wrong because I was married. It was wrong because Sandra told me not to do it. It was wrong because I wanted to show my co-star everything.
I kept talking as I reached down with my left hand pulling the panty crotch to the side exposing my very wet and excited pussy. With my right hand, I brought my fingers down and began working my clit and then worked them into my hot hole. Between the dirty talk and the actual touching there was no acting. There was just pure, nasty lust.
“Watch me. See what you will be making me do every night you are gone. Hmmm! You know how much you like touching this. You know what I need. I can see your dick getting hard, darling. You like watching me do this, don’t you, dear? Wouldn’t you rather be here at night fucking this hot hole of yours, instead of jerking off wishing you were here. If you’re not here to take care of this cunt of mine, what should I do? I need a man to fuck me. If you’re gone overseas, you can’t fuck me like I need. What should I do? Should I got out and pick up a man to take care of business? I know you’re going to be getting some pussy every chance you get. I know you soldier boys. Ohhhh baby! Look how wet it is. Watch how easy they all slide inside. See that? Hmmmm! One. Two. Three. Watch! See how wet it is. Ohhhhhh! Fuck it feels good. The only thing that would make this better would be for someone to get on their knees and eat it. Know anyone that would like to lick and eat this hot pussy, Johnny?”
This was the time that John was suppose to get up off the couch and get between my legs. He was suppose to act as if he was eating me and I was to act like it made me crazy causing me to scream and shudder with pleasure. John came over. I pulled my right hand away leaving my left still holding the panty crotch to the side. I felt John’s fingers replace mine holding the panty crotch and I felt his lips and tongue begin to work on me.
I clinched my kegels and I put my hands on his head as we rehearsed and began to go wild as he ate me. “Oh yeah! Eat me you bastard! Ohhhh baby! Yeah! Deep! Stick it in deep! Oh fuck! Oh fuck!! Oh you fucking man, eat that pussy!!! I need your cock! I need your dick in me.!!!!!”
I loved the fact that he was actually doing it. I began turning my head from side to side, and as I did I looked to the wings to see who was there watching. I saw everyone. I saw Sandra, and every one was straining to try and see if we were acting or not. The chair hid it all. I came three times as John worked my pussy.
Now in this act the next part was different, this time. At this point John was to stop eating me and while kneeling unzip his trousers and pull my hips forward as the lights faded to black making the stage pitch black.
Sandra wanted to do two things by doing that. First off, we could not work out a way in that position to act like we were making love without showing everyone that we really were not doing it. Also by making it pitch black, it was like a big tease. The lights were to be out for a full 10 minutes while John and I were to grunt and make lovemaking sounds, making the chair bounce and of course give out many sounds of climaxes. That is what was supposed to happen. What really happened was this.
As the lights went out, I felt John pulling me forward bringing my ass right to the edge. I heard a rip and I knew he had ripped the crotch out of the panties. I felt him close and I reached down reaching for his huge hard cock to guide him into me. John rammed in and out of me like a mad man. I did my lines all right. I was moaning and groaning and screaming out one climax, working to another. I felt John cram himself into me and I recognized that wonderful feeling of his cock pulsing as he once more emptied his ball sack into me one last time. He groaned out loud and I screamed out as we clung together. I ground my pussy hard against him as he filled me, more giving me more sperm to hold inside until it was safe to get rid of it. He pulled back and I had to get out of the chair as we were to be standing as the lights came on.
The signal to raise the lights back up was John’s line, “Honey, I have to get going, I’ll miss my bus.”
When we were in position John said his line and the lights slowly came up. We kissed and I cried and began begging him to stay. John calmed me down, and we said our closing lines. After a long goodbye kiss at the door, he walked out and I turned leaning my back against the door.
The curtain closed and the play was over. I expected applause right away but it did not come. I thought that we may have gone to far, but I guess the audience did not realize that the play was over. Then all of a sudden the crowd roared in applause and whistles. As planned, we moved to center stage, and John and I held hands as the curtain opened and we stood there, accepting the applause. I looked at my husband and he had the biggest smile on his face and his hands going a mile a minute with his applause. But the smile was too big and the applause too strong from him. The smile almost looked devilish. It was almost scary. I smiled and bowed again. We walked offstage and everyone was hugging me.
Sandra came over to me and said, “That was wonderful. They loved it. Grab a bite to eat and be back for a meeting by 8.30.”
Titan finally made it to me and hugged me. He grabbed Ben’s hand and said, “Terrific! You two were perfect. Great job. It was so realistic. I am so going to miss seeing this while I am gone. You two make a great pair.”
I stood there being hugged by Titan as Ben’s sperm was beginning to ooze out of me and I could feel it on the inside of my thigh. Titan put his arm around me as we walked to the dressing room.
I said, “I guess you want a little before we go eat. I bet you’re all turned on, aren’t you, honey?”
Titan said, “Oh yeah, but I think I want to wait till tonight. I don’t want to make it a quickie, I want to take my time with you tonight to make it perfect. Besides, with acting that realistic, you must be exhausted.” He looked at me, staring right through me with that same devilish grin.
I was relieved because I was so sopping wet between my legs that only an idiot would not realize that it was another man’s sperm coming out of me, and Titan is no idiot. As Titan was with me in the dressing room, I could not take off the skirt because he would then see my torn panties and most likely see the crusted sperm on my inner thighs. I took off the blouse and put on a sweater. We walked out down the street to a café. Once inside I used the ladies room and I was finally able to release all the sperm inside of me. I stood and looked at the amount of sperm and was shocked with what I saw. How could one man give so much sperm? Then I remembered, Titan had added a little to it all. I wiped myself and went back out to eat supper with my husband. During supper he hardly said anything.
The Tuesday before our opening night, we had a dress rehearsal. We ran through it perfectly. Ben was a gentleman. Never did he touch me in anyway other than professionally. When we finished, Sandra threw a little party for everyone and we toasted to our opening night. Titan was happy that everything was on the up and up. He was also very happy that he benefited every night with the wild lovemaking that we had, and that helped him deal with the play.
The play was rated adult and no one under 18 was to be allowed in. I was on pins and needles all night and the next day just waiting for the opening curtain. We had to give a performance every night Wednesday through to Sunday for one week, and then depending on how it was received, we would either continue or close.
Titan and I arrived early. We did my makeup and Titan went to his seat. The curtain opened and everything went perfectly in the first act. When we started the second act, everything also went perfectly. We both hit our lines and when we got to the part where we were to go to bed, everything was just as we had practiced. We kissed and we laid down kissing. We had practiced for weeks of simulating that John was fingering me. He kissed and licked at my breasts before he moved between my legs under the cover.
I felt his hand work its way down my tummy just as we rehearsed and he kept kissing me. I was going crazy and I was picturing him in my mind actually fucking me. As I moved my hips in a slow motion I fantasized that I would fuck him back. When his hand did not stop at my belly as we had rehearsed, I became very excited. I felt his fingers touch my pubic hair and move down into my now wide-open wet pussy. I felt his big, black fingers slide into my hole and I moaned as he began finger fucking me real fast.
This time as I yelled out, “Faster, harder, more, stick them in deeper!” I was not acting. I wanted his fingers fucking me. This time when I said the words, “I need you, honey, give me that big, black dick. Fuck me, baby, come on, fuck me,” I meant it.
Every time I had said those words before I did mean them even though I knew it would not happen. But this time when I felt John move between my legs, I felt him aim his hard cock against my hole and I felt him slide inside of me! I moaned as I said the words that I had said for the last few weeks, “Yeah, oh fuck yeah, that feels so good. How I missed this so much. I missed your cock fucking me like that. Oh, Ohhh, Ohhhh, baby, that feels so good.”
This time John said, “You love it when I fuck you, don’t you, baby. You love the feeling of my fat cock up inside of you. You’re my bitch, you’re my whore, tell me how much you want me to fuck you, tell me.”
He had said those same words over and over every time we rehearsed this part, only this time I knew he wanted to hear my response. I knew that I wanted to say them this time because I actually meant them, just as I had the last two weeks we rehearsed it. I looked up at his face and I could see the pleasure on it.
I said. “Oh My God, Baby please fuck me harder, faster. I need that cock. Give it to me. Fuck me! Fuck me!!!” I felt him going faster, just as we rehearsed. It hit me. Maybe if he goes too fast he will cum and it will be over.
We had rehearsed it that he would act as if he was making love to me for a total of 20 minutes. I know Titan can maybe last two, maybe three minutes before it is all over. John kept a nice fast steady pace. I kept climbing higher and higher with pleasure. I was feeling him so far up inside of me and at the same time, I was receiving a feeling that I had never felt in my life. I began to climax and it was like it had no end in sight.
I was yelling at John and I was fucking back at him hard. As hard as I knew how. The bed was almost bouncing on stage just a little more than we had tried to do every rehearsal. Sandra was always trying to get us to bounce so hard that the bed would move. Well, tonight it was moving all right. The signal that the 20 minutes was up was that one of the lights above us would flicker, and as it began to flicker I felt a warm rush of sperm filling me deeper than I had ever felt a man before.
I was still climbing to the most wonderful climax that I had ever felt. I felt John’s cock pulsing inside of me and I shuddered screaming, “YES, YES, ALL OF IT. YES, ALL, I WANT IT ALL!”
Oh, it was the same words that I rehearsed. Only this time I ground my cunt hard against John wanting every drop of his sperm inside of me. He shuddered to a stop and he laid on top of me slowly sliding himself in and out as I came down from the best climax that I had ever felt.
I heard him say the words that I had heard so many times before. “Want to lick me clean, honey?”
I said as I had said so many times before, “I’ll do you first, and you do me.”
He rolled off of me and I got under the sheet and I went straight to his wet dick. I opened my mouth and it watered, as I had wanted to do this so badly all week. I took him in my mouth and opened my throat to take all of him. I slid down his shaft and back up to get some air. I had never in my life had a dick that big in my mouth or throat. I loved the way it stretched me as I went back down again. John moaned as he was supposed to, but I knew that his moans were real this time. After awhile he acted as if he came and I reluctantly pulled off of him.
I turned around and got up kissed him with my wet kiss. I said, “my turn,” and he went down under the covers. I thought that this was the nastiest thing ever. I am very good at clinching my inner muscles. They are called “kegel muscles.” I held in his sperm so it wouldn’t get on the sheets and be obvious, as well as nasty. For years and years I have been able to control myself by holding sperm inside of myself until I was sitting on the pot so I could release it in a place that would not embarrass me. What surprised me about all this was the fact I got a little thrill out of it all.
To be honest, I did not expect him to put his mouth on my open, wet, draining pussy. When I felt his mouth cover my hole and his tongue begin to work my hole I grabbed his head and went crazy. I forgot my lines. I was lost in the nasty pleasure. I moaned. I yelled. I ground my cunt against his face and I came two more times before John stopped and came back up from under the covers. In all of that, I never released any of his sperm that he deposited inside of me. I got in my position so he could spoon me and I felt him hard again as he moved in position. I felt his hand on my ass and his finger move between my cheeks. I felt his finger at my asshole and he slipped it inside. As we lay there saying our lines, he worked his finger in and out of my asshole. I had never felt anything like that and I loved the way it felt. I had a hard time remembering my lines as he did that.
I felt his cock between the cheeks of my ass and as we were to fall asleep and the curtain was to close, I heard him whisper in my ear, “By Sunday night, my dick is going into that ass of yours.”
I did not say anything. I just moved my hips back and forth against his finger fucking me. The curtain closed and the audience applauded long and loud.
We had a few-minute break before Act 3. The stagehands brought us our robes and we both got out of the bed and I almost ran to my dressing room. I was excited and ashamed at the same time. I had not planned to do it. Yes, I had wanted to, but I didn’t want to either. I mean, it was one thing to daydream about it or masturbate and fantasize about it, but to actually do it and betray my husband who was in the front row watching, was another thing.
I heard a knock on the door. It opened and Titan came in. I watched him lock the door and I panicked. I knew that if he wanted to fuck me he would know that I had allowed John to get inside of me. I just knew it. I knew that the best thing I could do was give my husband a quick blowjob. I knelt down, unzipped his pants and took him in my mouth.
I began to work him fast, then he pulled back, and said, “Stand up, bend over, I want to fuck you.”
I stood, bent over the chair, Titan lifted my robe and being naked under it he had easy access to me. I clinched myself real tight so I would not allow any of John’s sperm to come out of me. I felt Titan inside and he pumped me hard and fast. He gave me a groan, and deposited his sperm in with John’s as far inside of me as he could reach. He pulled out and I clinched myself tight again. A little sperm came out when he pulled out of me, but not very much. I am very good at control with my kegels. One thing that I do like to do is clean up my husband’s dick with my mouth. I quickly turned, knelt down and took his wet, sperm-covered cock into my mouth and slowly cleaned him off.
I finished and as I stood up he said, “My God, Missy, you are a great actress. If I had not been at the rehearsals, I would actually have thought that you two did it up there. Did you hear the audience? They loved it! Man, I had a boner so hard that it hurt. I can’t wait till tonight.”
We kissed and I told him to get back to his seat and that Act 3 was going to be just as hot.
I was out of time and had to get back, so I did not have any opportunity to get rid of the sperm deposited inside of me by John (Ben) and now my husband. I walked back onto the stage. I saw that Ben was already in the bed. I took off my robe and got under the covers with him. As we laid there waiting for the curtain to rise up, it hit me for the first time. We had ended the Second Act with sex and here we were opening the Third Act with it again.
Funny how I never thought about it before in all the rehearsals where we just acted at the sex. Somehow I knew that we were not going to be acting anymore after tonight. I knew that I wanted to do it again with John, but knowing men needed recovery time I knew that I would have to wait.
John was on his back and I was to be turned on to my side facing him. Just as the curtain went up, John found my hand under the covers and placed it on himself. When my fingers touched him, he said, “I don’t know about you, but I am ready for some more.” He wasn’t kidding. His dick was as hard as a rock.
The curtain went up. The bright stage light was shining in the window indicating it was morning and we stirred. I was to be the one to move first. I was to wake up and slide under the covers and simulate waking my husband with oral sex. John was to slowly wake up and once he was awake, I was to get on top and pretend to fuck him. Once my fingers grabbed hold of it, I never let go of his cock. God, he was thick! The closer I got to him with my face, I more I could smell the leftover sex. I guess it was still in his pubic hairs. The aroma itself excited me as I opened my mouth and took in his hard cock. I ran my hand up and down his shaft as I worked the head. John began to stir as if he was waking up. Soon his hands were on top of the covers and on top of my head that was going up and down on his cock.
He said his line, “Oh baby, what an alarm clock you have. You keep that up and we may not get out of bed today.”
That was my cue to come up out from under the covers and to straddle him. Every rehearsal I moved up and straddled his tummy, but this time as I moved up, holding the sheet and covers to the back of my ass so the audience could not see, I moved up right over his dick. In the rehearsal I had always pretended to reach down and guide him into myself. Today, I reached down and found his hard cock. I aimed it and slowly squatted down, taking him inside of myself.
I could feel myself expanding as I slid down on his cock. Once I had as much of him as I could get inside of me I began to move my ass up and down as we had rehearsed so many times. John’s job was to hold the sheets and covers up over my thighs as I bounced up and down. By doing that, it kept the back covers and sheet tight against my ass. That way no one could tell or see anything. That way everyone would believe that we were acting out the part and really not having sex. I was beside myself as I moved up and down John’s shaft. I had a hard time remembering my lines. I was bouncing up and down and I felt hands on my breasts. I loved the way John was caressing my nipples, adding to my pleasure. I began to really move as I felt a climax coming on me and John was bucking back at my thrusts.
The script called for us to talk dirty to each other and we had practiced it but at that moment when I spoke to John it was not acting. “God, I love that black cock of yours. Fuck me baby. Give me that hard cock all the way up inside of me.” The closer I got to my climax, the faster I moved and the dirtier my mouth got.
“Fuck me, you bastard. Feed me. Give it to me. More, more ...” I was riding his shaft up and down and it seemed as the more I came down the farther he would go inside of me. I felt him as his cock exploded inside of me and I felt his cock pulsing as he throbbed and gave me more of his semen. When I felt him climaxing, my own climax hit. It hit hard and I lost it. “YES! YES! ALL OF IT. GIVE IT ALL TO ME. EVERY DROP. OH GOD, OH MY GODDDDDDDD!!!”
I came, and I just sat there on top of him trying to get every inch of his cock inside of me as he pulsed and throbbed out his sperm. I just sat there on his pole, collecting more of his sperm as well as my thoughts, and tried to remember where we were in the play. Did John have the next line or did I?
John spoke reminding me of my line and got us back onto our lines. It was then that I realized that I felt cool air along my upper thighs and glancing down I saw that my legs were not covered on the sides. I looked over to the side of the stage to my right and Sandra and others were standing there watching us. I glanced over to the other wing and the other stagehands were all standing watching. My mind was racing as I realized that if the covers were not on my thighs as I rode John’s cock, then everyone in the stage wings had seen that I had John’s cock inside of me as I bounced up and down on him. I panicked, wondering if anyone would tell my husband.
I was upset with myself for doing it and losing control. I was upset that I had allowed John to put himself in me during Act 2. I was ashamed that everyone on the stage knew that I had actually let John fuck me right in front of my husband. I slid up and off of his shaft clinching my kegels again to not allow any sperm to escape out of me if I could. I did not want any evidence on the sheets whatsoever. I lay back down just as I had week after week in rehearsals, and we kissed and said our lines.
The rest of the act was just talking and when the curtain came down on Act 3, I did not want to walk offstage. I did not want to face anyone because I knew that they all knew what I had been doing. I walked to my dressing room and when I did I had to walk past Sandra. She followed me in the door and as it closed she said, “Missy, next time you make sure Ben is covering you both. I do not want to see that again. What would Titan say if he found out? I told the crew that if anyone said anything that they would be fired. You placed us all in a bad position. If one of those critics would have seen that, it would have killed our play and called it a cheap sex show. Keep your mind on your work and just act out the sex scenes. I have to go speak with Ben.”
I had to hurry and change. I did not have any time to waste to go get on the pot and get rid of the sperm, I didn’t even have time to pee. I had to get ready for the last act. I had just finished getting out of my clothes and I wanted to run to the potty to sit down and to let out all of the sperm that I now had inside of me. I had three loads of it in me by now.
The door opened and Titan came in. He came up to me all excited and said, “God, you won’t believe it, everyone out there thought that it was all real. Man, you and Ben really had it down. Everyone is talking out there. The story is great and the play is hot. I’ll be back to take you to dinner after the show. If I weren’t so intelligent, I would have thought it was real.
I was just finishing dressing and I said, “No. We have a meeting this evening, so if we go to dinner it has to be quick.”
I kissed him on the cheek as I almost ran back out to the stage. I got there just as John (I mean Ben), arrived back. We walked onto the stage to our positions as he said, “Sandra was pissed. She wants us to do it as we rehearsed.”
I said, “Yeah, I know, she said something to me also.”
Act 4 was the part where I had a hard time letting John leave to go back to the base. In the last part of the scene there was one last small sex act that we had rehearsed the last few weeks. I was to try and do anything to get my husband to stay home with me and not leave. John, on the other hand, had a strong sense of duty so he felt he had to leave. As you can see, it offered an excellent base for a play. When I realized that my pleading and reasoning would not work, it was then that I turned to sex. In this scene I was sitting in an overstuffed chair facing away from the audience facing John on the couch. I was to lift my right leg up onto the arm of the chair. I was wearing a floor-length skirt which I slowly pulled up as I began to tell my husband in very naughty talk just how much I was going to miss him.
As I faced John I said, “Oh honey, you know you’re going to miss this. You know I need you so much. I won’t be able to go to sleep thinking about you and your big dick. You know how hot I get. With you gone I’ll have to play with myself. You know how much I love having you fuck me, darling.”
By then I was to act as if I had my hand between my legs and I was to act as if I was masturbating. Because of the position of the chair and with it being a deep cushion, the only one that was able to see me was John. In every rehearsal I would pull up the skirt and rest my hand on my inner thigh as I moved my arm around, making it look like I was masturbating.
Tonight I was excited by everything that we had done. I was excited because Sandra had seen us and said what she had. I knew that it was so wrong to do it. It was wrong because I was married. It was wrong because Sandra told me not to do it. It was wrong because I wanted to show my co-star everything.
I kept talking as I reached down with my left hand pulling the panty crotch to the side exposing my very wet and excited pussy. With my right hand, I brought my fingers down and began working my clit and then worked them into my hot hole. Between the dirty talk and the actual touching there was no acting. There was just pure, nasty lust.
“Watch me. See what you will be making me do every night you are gone. Hmmm! You know how much you like touching this. You know what I need. I can see your dick getting hard, darling. You like watching me do this, don’t you, dear? Wouldn’t you rather be here at night fucking this hot hole of yours, instead of jerking off wishing you were here. If you’re not here to take care of this cunt of mine, what should I do? I need a man to fuck me. If you’re gone overseas, you can’t fuck me like I need. What should I do? Should I got out and pick up a man to take care of business? I know you’re going to be getting some pussy every chance you get. I know you soldier boys. Ohhhh baby! Look how wet it is. Watch how easy they all slide inside. See that? Hmmmm! One. Two. Three. Watch! See how wet it is. Ohhhhhh! Fuck it feels good. The only thing that would make this better would be for someone to get on their knees and eat it. Know anyone that would like to lick and eat this hot pussy, Johnny?”
This was the time that John was suppose to get up off the couch and get between my legs. He was suppose to act as if he was eating me and I was to act like it made me crazy causing me to scream and shudder with pleasure. John came over. I pulled my right hand away leaving my left still holding the panty crotch to the side. I felt John’s fingers replace mine holding the panty crotch and I felt his lips and tongue begin to work on me.
I clinched my kegels and I put my hands on his head as we rehearsed and began to go wild as he ate me. “Oh yeah! Eat me you bastard! Ohhhh baby! Yeah! Deep! Stick it in deep! Oh fuck! Oh fuck!! Oh you fucking man, eat that pussy!!! I need your cock! I need your dick in me.!!!!!”
I loved the fact that he was actually doing it. I began turning my head from side to side, and as I did I looked to the wings to see who was there watching. I saw everyone. I saw Sandra, and every one was straining to try and see if we were acting or not. The chair hid it all. I came three times as John worked my pussy.
Now in this act the next part was different, this time. At this point John was to stop eating me and while kneeling unzip his trousers and pull my hips forward as the lights faded to black making the stage pitch black.
Sandra wanted to do two things by doing that. First off, we could not work out a way in that position to act like we were making love without showing everyone that we really were not doing it. Also by making it pitch black, it was like a big tease. The lights were to be out for a full 10 minutes while John and I were to grunt and make lovemaking sounds, making the chair bounce and of course give out many sounds of climaxes. That is what was supposed to happen. What really happened was this.
As the lights went out, I felt John pulling me forward bringing my ass right to the edge. I heard a rip and I knew he had ripped the crotch out of the panties. I felt him close and I reached down reaching for his huge hard cock to guide him into me. John rammed in and out of me like a mad man. I did my lines all right. I was moaning and groaning and screaming out one climax, working to another. I felt John cram himself into me and I recognized that wonderful feeling of his cock pulsing as he once more emptied his ball sack into me one last time. He groaned out loud and I screamed out as we clung together. I ground my pussy hard against him as he filled me, more giving me more sperm to hold inside until it was safe to get rid of it. He pulled back and I had to get out of the chair as we were to be standing as the lights came on.
The signal to raise the lights back up was John’s line, “Honey, I have to get going, I’ll miss my bus.”
When we were in position John said his line and the lights slowly came up. We kissed and I cried and began begging him to stay. John calmed me down, and we said our closing lines. After a long goodbye kiss at the door, he walked out and I turned leaning my back against the door.
The curtain closed and the play was over. I expected applause right away but it did not come. I thought that we may have gone to far, but I guess the audience did not realize that the play was over. Then all of a sudden the crowd roared in applause and whistles. As planned, we moved to center stage, and John and I held hands as the curtain opened and we stood there, accepting the applause. I looked at my husband and he had the biggest smile on his face and his hands going a mile a minute with his applause. But the smile was too big and the applause too strong from him. The smile almost looked devilish. It was almost scary. I smiled and bowed again. We walked offstage and everyone was hugging me.
Sandra came over to me and said, “That was wonderful. They loved it. Grab a bite to eat and be back for a meeting by 8.30.”
Titan finally made it to me and hugged me. He grabbed Ben’s hand and said, “Terrific! You two were perfect. Great job. It was so realistic. I am so going to miss seeing this while I am gone. You two make a great pair.”
I stood there being hugged by Titan as Ben’s sperm was beginning to ooze out of me and I could feel it on the inside of my thigh. Titan put his arm around me as we walked to the dressing room.
I said, “I guess you want a little before we go eat. I bet you’re all turned on, aren’t you, honey?”
Titan said, “Oh yeah, but I think I want to wait till tonight. I don’t want to make it a quickie, I want to take my time with you tonight to make it perfect. Besides, with acting that realistic, you must be exhausted.” He looked at me, staring right through me with that same devilish grin.
I was relieved because I was so sopping wet between my legs that only an idiot would not realize that it was another man’s sperm coming out of me, and Titan is no idiot. As Titan was with me in the dressing room, I could not take off the skirt because he would then see my torn panties and most likely see the crusted sperm on my inner thighs. I took off the blouse and put on a sweater. We walked out down the street to a café. Once inside I used the ladies room and I was finally able to release all the sperm inside of me. I stood and looked at the amount of sperm and was shocked with what I saw. How could one man give so much sperm? Then I remembered, Titan had added a little to it all. I wiped myself and went back out to eat supper with my husband. During supper he hardly said anything.
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