by Matthew Lee
“Hungry?” I asked, changing the subject.
“Famished.”
I ordered pizza.
At work the next day I saw the image of Jimmy climbing into bed with my wife a thousand times. Not until lunch did I remember his ball sack matched the size of his dick, and Lily had looked right at it. At least it seemed like she had. I threw myself into spreadsheets and charts and managed to forget about everything until time to go home.
We ate salads for dinner and moved to the den for a movie before bed but we only watched the first ten minutes. Lily turned around on the couch so her head was on my chest and then she slipped lower to my stomach and then I felt her nimble fingers at my pajama bottoms and her hot mouth close around my penis. This was the release I needed and apparently so did she.
I got hard in an instant and she commented how stiff I felt and then she rolled over and pulled me between her legs. Missionary. The same position Jimmy held between her legs. I was bothered that she wanted me that way but maybe that was just because we were on the couch. Regardless, when her tight, wet pussy enveloped my penis I groaned and started fucking her. Rough.
I can’t say we never have sex like that but it is rare. The harder I hammered her the more she wanted. Her fingernails stabbed my ass and she hooked her ankles behind my back. Just like Jimmy. I worried for an instant that I’d lose my erection because of it but not even close. I mauled her big tits and she cried out and I had her so close to cumming I couldn’t believe it. I twisted her nipples and put off my own ejaculation and kept going until I broke a sweat. She was so close.
I moved one hand to her throat. I’d never done this and partially I had to for balance on the couch but she loved it. She grabbed my wrist with both hands and started slamming her hips up to meet mine and then she screamed and shot one hand down to her clit and rubbed furiously as she came on my dick.
My dick. I made her cum with my dick.
I think the last time that happened was our honeymoon. I was so excited and happy. The instant I saw her peak and start to come back down I let go and shot my load inside her. She urged me to give her every drop.
We collapsed in a heap. After we caught our breath we turned off the movie and went to bed. We cuddled but did not discuss what happened or how unusual it was.
Two days later we did it again. In fact, for the next ten days leading up to opening night, we had sex five. I’m sure for Lily it was just nerves, but I sure welcomed it.
Chapter 4
Opening night. Lily drove herself to the theater. I put on a suit and tie and arrived later, taking my seat out in the auditorium. The place filled up quickly. I guess Shawl’s reputation carried some weight. The lights flickered, people took their seats, the show began.
For one hundred minutes, I sat as riveted as everyone else, but when the lights went down for the final scene change, and then came up to show Lily and Jimmy in bed together, I was on the edge of my seat.
Lily spoke first, the amplifiers sending her voice around the auditorium, and then Jimmy. He rolled onto his back and then a minute later turned on his side, facing her. The comforter fell slightly and there they were; my wife’s perfect tits for everyone to see. Nobody in this sophisticated crowd batted an eye. The lovers continued their dialog, edging ever closer to each other, slowly turning up the heat. I knew they were naked under that duvet; two hot bodies, so close, touching.
Jimmy, a huge smile on his charming face, rolled over between my wife’s legs. Again. I tried to swallow but could not. He lifted himself over her and I felt the tension in the crowd. They traded lines, flirting, sexy, and then he leaned down to kiss her. The crowd held their collective breath. I’ll give them credit; they made a sexy couple. When his hips began to move under the blanket, a wave of sexual tension swept those gathered. I swear the temperature in the building rose. All those people sat watching this handsome Aussie pretend to make love to my topless wife.
My penis started to stiffen.
My jaw literally dropped half an inch. What the fuck was I thinking? What was happening here? I shot back in my chair, sitting up straight, eyes riveted to the stage. Jimmy’s hips rose and fell, smooth and strong, and Lily gave a gasp and circled his neck with her arms. Someone behind and to the left of me whispered: “That’s sexy,” but I dared not see who for fear of missing something onstage. The lovers finished their lines and the lights faded to black. As quickly as my erection began, it reversed. The curtain fell.
Thunderous applause rocked the room. More than half stood and some of the younger yuppie-types whistled. The couple seated in front of me stood so I did too. I wanted to see the stage when the curtain opened and the actors took their bows. Thirty seconds later that’s what happened. The curtain rose and there was everyone, including Lily and Jimmy in thick, fluffy white robes. The cast bowed as one and more applause broke out and soon the curtain fell again. The house lights came up and the rear double doors opened. People began filing out. I waited, and when the way was clear I headed in the other direction for the small curtain which led backstage.
The cast was hugging and smiling and sipping champagne. I gave Lily the roses I’d brought and she introduced me to those I didn’t know, including Sebastian.
“What did you think?” he asked.
“Brilliant,” I replied, because it seemed like a good theater word, “and the audience thought so too. Well done, everyone.”
Most of the actors wanted to talk to other actors about what they felt while they were acting, so I hung around for a few minutes and then told Lily I’d see her at home. She apologized but I said I understood. We shuffled to the side and kissed goodbye hidden in a corner.
“Did you really like it?” she asked.
“I did. The sex scenes were hard to take but stunning. I was drawn in. We all were. I may be biased but you especially stood out.”
“Oh my God, Luke, that’s what the others are saying too. I can’t believe this. I’m so happy. Thank you so much, Baby.”
“I’m happy you’re happy, Love.”
We kissed and hugged and I told her to go mingle with her friends. She took two steps and the turned. “We may go for a drink after. Is that alright?”
“Of course. Be safe and text me updates. Let me know when you’re coming home. I love you.”
“I love you, Luke.”
I watched her go. Violet swooped on her and another girl whose name I did not remember and all of them laughed and hugged. I let myself out.
On the drive home, I remembered my spontaneous semi-erection and replayed the moment. What had caused that reaction? I examined the thing from every angle but never found an answer.
Lily got home at two. She stank of alcohol and cigarette smoke and was slightly tipsy. I was asleep on top of the covers when I felt her mouth on my penis. We didn’t speak. We ripped her clothing off as fast as possible and I threw her on the bed and pounced. We lay side by side for a moment and she tugged at my dick but as soon as I was hard she rolled onto her back and pulled me on top. Missionary again. I did not care. I pinned her wrists up on the pillows and pounded my petite wife’s pussy. She crossed her ankles behind me, pulling my hips forward with each thrust. In no time at all I felt my cum rise. I rolled off and buried my face in her sweaty crotch and licked her smoldering pussy from clit to asshole. I was a fiend. She was surprisingly wet. I drove her wild with my tongue until I ripped a strong orgasm from her and then shoved my penis back in and fucked her until I came. We fell asleep just like that.
The play ran every Friday and Saturday night for five weeks, selling out each time. Not Carnegie Hall but I can tell you the cast was ecstatic to see every seat filled every performance. The local papers gave it rave reviews and even some national papers mentioned it.
For five weeks, Lily was as horny as an alley cat.
I missed those other performances but did attend closing night. That show was a flawless performance like all the rest and I found myself once again drawn in during the bedroom scene.
The hushed crowd hung on their every word and when Jimmy’s hips began to rise and fall just before the fade, a collective sighed washed over the crowd, especially from the women. I made my way backstage again with another bouquet of roses but the place was packed with fans, well-wishers, and stage hands dissembling everything. I couldn’t reach Lily’s dressing room so I stood off to the side.
I was still standing there a few minutes later when the old guy wheeled the bed into one of the wings. He bagged the pillows and stripped the sheets and tossed them over some taut wire to air out. I scanned the crowd, just watching all the activity, and then my eyes came around slowly to the sheets and there it was; a wet spot as big as a basketball. I moved closer.
“Somebody spill something?” I asked, indicating the spot with a jerk of my chin.
The old man chuckled.
“Right. That’s the star of the show, Lily, drying right there.”
I went cold.
“What do you mean?”
He looked around in a co-conspirator kind of way and stepped closer to me.
“I’m not saying they do anything under there, but Jimmy gets that girl’s juices flowing. Every night I need to wash and dry these sheets. Don’t tell her husband, but Lily has the hots for Jimmy.” He laughed quietly.
I laughed with him in an equal co-conspirator kind of way. “Don’t worry, I won’t. Have you seen Violet?” I held the rose up an inch.
He pointed across the room. “Over there somewhere.”
I thanked him and he ambled off on his next errand. I fixed my eyes on that wet spot and stared, my heart pumping ice water around my body. Was that all Lily? Or was that Lily and Jimmy? I risked a step closed and stared at the sheet for two full seconds. No, no way. That was Lily and just Lily. I felt some relief for a moment until I remembered that was Lily’s pussy juice for another man. I returned to my previous spot casting only the occasional suspicious glance at the sheet.
I had no idea how to feel. On one hand, I understood excite at a moment like that and her wet pussy could be as meaningful as my erection while masturbating to Olivia Munn on the Internet. On the other hand, women aren’t men and a wet pussy can be very fucking meaningful. Either way, I wasn’t angry at Lily and I wasn’t angry at Jimmy. I thought about it for a minute and decided I was angry at Sebastian.
He put them in that ridiculous position. Naked? Seriously? Totally unprofessional. I searched the crowd until I saw him and his black goatee talking to some reporter and I glared at him, trying to muster some hate, but I couldn’t. I truly wanted Lily to succeed at this dream of hers and if that meant taking chances then so be it.
“Luke!”
I looked up and there she was, standing on a chair and waving her arms. She looked beautiful in a loose white linen top. I waved back and she pointed at an exit halfway between us. I made my way through the crowd and then waited for her outside the door to finish hugging and shaking hands and then there she was, radiant and gorgeous and full of life. We hugged and kissed passionately.
“You were amazing,” I said.
She beamed. “Thank you so much for coming, Honey. I know I’ve often been unavailable because of this thing. I loved it but I’m glad it’s over. Let’s go home.”
“Home? Really? Don’t you actor types celebrate when a show closes?”
“Yes. The gang is headed for Arthur’s downtown. Would you like to join them?”
“It’s Saturday night. Why not?”
“I’ll let them know.”
I waited while she made the rounds and then grabbed her purse. I offered to drive so she could drink and we’d come back for her car tomorrow. At Arthur’s we ate and drank and even slipped into the alley for a quick hit of Tommy’s weed.
After Tommy left I said: “I guess Sebastian never cut him.”
“No. Tommy grows on you like mold.” We both laughed. “Besides, I think Sebastian likes men too and rumor has it Tommy blew him in order to keep his job. Some parts of this industry never change.”
We sat on wooden crates behind a dumpster and stared at the stars as the weed slowly coursed through our bodies. Within minutes I was flying. I saw Lily was too.
“Can I ask you something?” I heard myself say.
“Anything, Lover.”
“With all those rehearsals and all those sold-out performances, with all that time spent naked under a blanket, did Jimmy ever accidentally slip?”
My brain reassured me this was a reasonable question. I saw Lily’s face turn towards mine in slow motion. Her puffy, bloodshot eyes were slits. Her face was a frozen smile. She licked her lips several times, trying get enough spit to speak.
“Yeah.”
High or not, that sent a surge of adrenaline through me. The weed muted any outrage. “I thought so.”
“Three times. Never during rehearsals, always during a show. The first night, the fourth night, and the last night, tonight.”
I knew deep down this was a big deal but I couldn’t muster the energy this revelation deserved. At that moment, because of the weed, I saw life in a big-picture way. Little blips like this hardly mattered on the grand scale of a lifetime together.
“He never meant to, Baby. One of us would move the wrong way trying to keep the blankets from sliding off and I’d feel a moment of intense pressure and then this hot iron bar stretching me wide open. He’d pull out immediately and apologize profusely after the show.”
Dear marijuana, thank you very much.
Jimmy had been inside my wife. He knew what her pussy felt like wrapped around his big cock. What about Lily? My wife had experienced another man, and a huge cock too. She’d come home to me crazy horny so many night and now I understood why. Even on the nights he didn’t slip in, there was always the thought that he might. I felt an ache in my heart.
But Lily hadn’t cheated on me. Lily had come home to me every night. He may have gotten her horny, but she sought sex with me for satisfaction, not him.
I was terribly confused and the weed only made things worse.
“Are you mad at me, Baby?” Lily asked.
I realized she’d been watching my face as I worked things through.
“Not really. Maybe a little at Sebastian for putting you both in that situation.”
I looked up at the stars again. I was having a hard time thinking.
“I saw Violet blow Jimmy,” I said.
“I’m not surprised. Girls throw themselves at him all the time. You should see how many phone numbers he gets after every show.”
“Is he married? Girlfriend?”
“Neither. He says he’s too focused on his acting. He has no time for a relationship. He’d feel selfish and unfair.”
Lily leaned forward, resting her elbows on her knees. She wore a floral peasant skirt with her white linen top, which I noted was no longer tied shut. Underneath, she wore a tan bralette, which looked like a sports bra made of lace. Her big tits looked amazing.
“Did you like it?”
She tried to read me. “We were in the middle of a critical scene, Honey. I had no time to like or dislike anything.”
I felt myself nodding slowly. “I get that, but in that brief first moment, that instant of shock and surprise, did you like it? Did it feel good?”
“What are you doing, Luke?”
“I’m just curious, Baby. I’m not trying to start a fight. Maybe it’s the weed talking but I wonder what it was like for you. Scientific curiosity, that’s all. I know he loved it. I’m curious about you.”
She sighed and closed her eyes. She was silent long enough I worried she’d fallen asleep.
“Be honest,” I said, nudging her.
“Alright; honesty. Yeah, it was nice. Really nice. How could it not be? I felt terrible guilt a moment later but right at first was this incredibly pleasing sensation. I felt stuffed, like my pussy was packed tight, and I had something solid to hold on to. A strong electric current flashed out into my hips and legs and stomach. But like I said, it was onl
y for an instant. He pulled it out right away. Occupational hazard, I guess. The play is over so it won’t happen again.”
I left my box to kneel in front of her. I tilted her chin and kissed her lips. I said nothing but she knew this was me telling her everything was okay. We kissed another minute or two and rejoined the party. I can tell you I certainly looked at Jimmy in a whole new way.
For the rest of our time there, I wondered if I’d feel different when the weed and drink wore off. I worried I’d turn into an insecure asshole and start yelling or some stupid shit like that. The time came to call it a night and Lily and I said our goodbyes. We were both quiet on the drive home and as we got ready for bed, but once we were under the covers I reached for her and she was ready. We fucked like maniacs for over an hour.
I had a crazy desire to talk dirty to her, to give voice to all kinds of hot and nasty things, but I never put what I was feeling into words. I had no idea what to say. I got the impression she was in the same boat. We’d lock eyes and there’d be so much behind our gaze, but neither of us could articulate our emotions. Probably too worried about saying the wrong thing and hurting or pissing off the other person. In the end, it didn’t matter; our sex was mind-blowing.
Chapter 5
For the record, when the alcohol and marijuana wore off, I kept my cool. My jealousy grew until my stomach was a tangled clump of knots, but I kept my cool. I watched Lily carefully but she was unreadable in that way women have. For a group that talks so much about sharing feelings, they sure have a talent for hiding them.
Sunday, we spent by the pool with Dawn and Randy, our best friends. We used to invite them to Lily’s performances but they are more of a country music couple so we stopped and they didn’t ask. Dawn is a cute blonde with small boobs and a nice ass but Randy ballooned after high school. Dawn doesn’t seem to care but I use him as my motivation to watch what I eat.