Lily Learns to Perform

by Matthew Lee

  I took a deep breath.

  Sebastian raised the trophy over his head and thanked his mother and the audience burst into applause. Everyone exited stage right and returned to their seats from the back. Lily kissed me and held my hand. She was radiant. We watched the rest of the ceremony. The house lights came up.

  “The afterparty is at the Metropolitan Museum of Art,” she said. “Should we go?”

  She was leaving it up to me but I saw clearly how badly she wanted to attend.

  “Absolutely.”

  She grabbed my face with both hands and kissed me. We caught a taxi.

  We mingled and she introduced me to everyone except Trevor. I knew a meeting was inevitable and I wrestled with my position; did I let him know I knew or not? If I knew, was I a willing cuckold or a sophisticated patron of the arts? If I didn’t know, was I a sucker? Would he think I had a wife that lied and kept secrets from me? Would he see that as opportunity? I pulled Lily aside and told her if the subject came up, I wanted Trevor to know I knew. She asked if I was sure, probing for potential trouble, I think, and I said yes, I was.

  We finished our wine and I visited the open bar for more. While I waited, Sebastian approached.

  “Luke, right?” He offered a hand. I shook it.

  “Good memory. Congratulations. Well deserved.”

  “Thank you.”

  “What’s next?”

  He dove right in. The man was prolific and far sighted. He had the next three years mapped. I admit I was impressed.

  “I envision Lily for many of those female leads,” he said. “Now that I know you’re onboard with my unorthodox methods, the sky’s the limit for that little angel.”

  I felt a chill. “Unorthodox methods? What do you mean?”

  “Lily and Jimmy. Lily and Trevor. Certainly, she told you?”

  I waited, offering nothing.

  He glanced around and leaned in. “Penetration?”

  “You planned it?”

  He chuckled. “I planned on it. They are not puppets. But honestly, hide two gorgeous naked people under a blanket and all one must do is wait. Perfect recipe.”

  An epiphany told me why Jimmy and Trevor were both well-hung; he chose them and Sebastian would know. A bisexual director would know all the gossip and rumors and could select precisely the leading man he wanted. He probably had them strip so he could be certain. His planned temptation of Lily left almost nothing to chance.

  “You’ve done this before?”

  “Many times. I conjure situations to siphon their psyche. I manipulate. I dig deep and churn the waters until I free what I seek.”

  “You arranged for another man to fuck my wife.”

  “Crude, but, indirectly, yes.”

  “That’s wrong.”

  “Yet, here we are, two mature adults, sharing a delightful conversation, sipping wine and polishing awards. Are you damaged? Is Lily? Is your marriage over?”

  “No, but—“

  “But her career is launched, her fame enhanced. Would you deny her coming successes to salve your fragile ego? Precious few know the truth. Maintain appearances and no one need ever know. Life is so short, Luke. Seize it. For true art, sacrifices must be made.”

  His words came at me so fast, I felt like I was boxing Floyd Mayweather. I shook my head and glanced across the room at Lily. She was as much a victim as me. She was talking to a pretty Asian woman I’d never seen and they kept touching each other on the arms and hands, laughing like old friends. Sebastian tapped me on the shoulder and offered two glasses of wine.

  “Your drinks arrived, finally. Give Lily my regards.”

  “Thanks, I will.” I took the glasses from him. He had a strange look in his eyes but he was a strange man so I thought nothing of it.

  Lily introduced the woman as Joy Shintaki, another actress who’d worked with Sebastian many times. The two of them shared stories about the business and we all laughed. Lily mentioned her wine tasted slightly off but mine seemed alright so we finished both glasses. I sat them on the edge of the planter. Joy excused herself so Lily and I mingled. I met so many people I lost track of names. After a short time, I saw Trevor across the room carefully not looking at us.

  A handsome older man approached and took Lily’s hand in both of his, congratulating her on her performance. He introduced himself as David Sisbert, critic for the Times, and turned his full attention on my wife. Even a minute later he still held her hand as they talked.

  I felt my penis begin to stiffen. I played it cool but studied their interaction. Lily is always such an intense listener. No wonder everyone loved her. David was clearly smitten and while he tried to maintain professionalism, I saw his desire for her.

  I liked it.

  I felt my penis throb.

  My eyes crawled over my wife. Her sparkly gown was semi-sheer in the strong museum spotlights and I saw hints of areola. David saw them too, and every time his eyes darted down for another look a small surge of blood raced to my dick. Finally, Lily caught him and as awareness grew on her, those sweet nipples stiffened, pushing the slinky fabric into obvious points. Tiny droplets of sweat formed on her upper lip. She was suddenly as horny as me.

  I spun to looked at our wine glasses and then scanned the crowd for Sebastian. I found him by the bar, watching me, waiting. He raised his glass in a silent toast and smiled broadly, his eyes laughing.

  The fucker had drugged us.

  Lily covered David’s hands with her remaining free one. He was too old for her but when he complimented her beautiful eyes, I saw desire for him flare.

  At the back of the room a museum employee unlocked and propped open doors leading out to Central Park. Half the crowd moved that ways and I took that moment to interrupt David.

  “I’m so sorry, but may I kidnap my wife for a minute?”

  “Of course, forgive me. She’s quite an enchanting woman.”

  I took her elbow and steered her towards the exit and fresh nighttime air. To the right was the reservoir so I aimed straight ahead. The winding path disappeared under leafy magnolias and elms. Once we were out of earshot I backed her against a tree.

  “Horny?”

  “Fuck yes,” she laughed. “What’s going on?”

  “Sebastian thought it would be funny to slip us a drug. Feels like ecstasy but mellow, with more of an aphrodisiac quality.”

  “Well, it’s working,” she said, gripping the front of my tux and pulling me close. We kissed passionately but guests of the afterparty walked by so we broke. Others followed behind them so I kept her at arm’s length. I was conflicted about sharing what Sebastian had told me. As soon as we were alone again she pulled me forward, slipping her wet tongue into my mouth. My dick stirred and I know she felt it against her thigh.

  “Shit.”

  I turned to see what made her say that and there was Trevor, heading right for us along with another man. They were talking and unaware until two steps later when Trevor froze, staring right at us. His friend kept walking, realized he was now alone, and stopped to look back.

  Awkward.

  “Trevor, this is my husband, Luke.”

  I extended my hand reflexively and he quickly shook just as reflexively.

  “Nice to meet you,” I said.

  Trevor’s friend must have known something was up because he slipped quietly down the path without looking back.

  “Nice to meet you, Luke.” His grip was strong and his hands big. I stood in the presence of a man who had recently been inside my wife. There were only three of us total on the planet and here were two. My temperature soared. My face flushed in the dark.

  “So,” Lily said.

  “Congratulations,” I told him. He was five inches taller and fifty pounds heavier than me, and I’m not little.

  “Thanks.”

  I glanced at Lily. Her big eyes roamed his body, trying hard not to and failing. She stared at the ground but her gaze came right back up again. Her eyes met his. The air around us seethed
with sexual tension. He wanted to leave, to chase after his friend. He had a ready excuse to say goodnight and move on, but he didn’t. Just like I didn’t say the hundred things I could have said to send him on his way. Nor did Lily.

  Through the trees I saw baseball fields and dugouts so I suggested we have a seat. I had no desire for others to see the stars of the show gawking at each other with me standing right there like a dolt. I led the way with Lily behind me and Trevor behind her. I heard him whisper to her and she whisper back. My body trembled. We passed a statue of Alexander Hamilton and then stepped into a wooden dugout under a huge elm. My mind raced for topics of conversation. I needn’t have bothered.

  Trevor spoke as soon as we sat: “Luke, I am truly sorry for what happened on stage. I crossed a serious line.”

  “It’s more my fault than anyone’s,” Lily said. She’d taken the middle spot between us, giving each a wonderful sideways view of her big tits. Seated, her dress bunched and lifted away from her body revealing under and side boob. Her nipples were covered, but only for the moment.

  I was unsure what to say. I couldn’t just forgive and forget because what’s to stop it from happening again? But how do I follow up Lily’s admission that she was most to blame? Plus, whatever drug Sebastian had dosed us with had me caring a lot less about the past and more towards the future.

  “To tell the truth,” I began. “You guys looked incredibly hot together. The whole theater felt it. You two move so well together.” Stupid brain. That sounded stupid. I tried to recover. “I’ve read that most successful actors broke the rules early in their careers.”

  Did I sound as dumb to them as I did to me?

  “Lily’s the star,” he said. “I just follow her lead.”

  “And look where she led you.” That sounded harsh and Lily’s face swinging around confirmed it. “Right to an awards ceremony,” I added, trying to cover. I needed to stop talking. She looked high. The drug had a firm grip on us both.

  “Are you on birth control?” he asked.

  Jarring words but they made me hot instead of angry.

  “No.”

  “Should I be worried?”

  “No, Trevor.”

  Their conversation was killing me. Knives of anguish stabbed my chest but my dick was getting hard fast. She leaned forward, elbows on knees. Her dress fell away from her body, completely revealing two big round tits. I stared for a second and then checked on Trevor. He stared too. For an instant I saw Lily as he did; a gorgeous, sexy, unconquered woman. That she was my wife shifted to background noise. She was a hot and horny babe. Focusing was difficult. I rubbed my uncomfortable erection through my pants and she saw. Her incriminating stare stabbed me.

  “Are you hard?”

  I could only nod.

  “Why?”

  I raised my hands, showed her both palms. “I don’t know.”

  She must have felt a breeze because she suddenly looked down at her exposed breasts. She glanced at Trevor and caught him staring too. She sat up. My cramped penis wanted to explode. I squirmed in my seat again. She looked directly at Trevor’s crotch. Her lips parted. She leaned forward again, intentionally giving us a spectacular view. Trevor nervously cleared his throat.

  My wife looked at me. “Take it out,” she rasped.

  I fumbled with my zipper, dying for relief. I reached in and pulled out everything, penis and testicles, grateful. My hard dick waved in the cool night air. Lily leaned over and sheathed my erection in her warm, wet mouth, circling the base with a hand. I groaned and closed my eyes. Pure bliss. That fucking drug had every nerve standing on end. Her tongue swirled my head and I couldn’t breathe. She sucked, hard, and I felt the sperm in my balls rise a quarter inch. I groaned again, louder. Her head began to bob and I’d never felt anything so good. Intense sensations rolled through me. When she took her mouth off, I whimpered. I waited, thinking she was shifting position, but then I opened my eyes.

  Trevor had come to stand in front of us, blocking the view to anyone walking near, and Lily had drawn down his zipper too. Her other hand held him at the base and his semi-erect cock stuck out from his black pants. I swear he was bigger around than a Red Bull. Her mouth worked on his large head and when a drop of clear fluid oozed from the slit, my wife’s tongue quickly swept it away before settling over that fleshy helmet again. Trevor groaned just like me. She toyed with him a moment and then her cheeks snapped in when she sucked hard.

  An instant later her face was back in my lap. I watched her hand jerk his big cock. She tortured my penis with her tongue and then took my entire length. Her lips nestled in my pubic hair. It felt so good I wanted to cry. Sebastian you glorious bastard.

  Another drop of seminal fluid formed on the tip of his large cock. I tangled my fingers in her raven hair and pulled her off my dick and forced her mouth towards him. She was shocked for an instant but then saw the fat droplet and opened her mouth wider. My wife sucked his sperm away. I pushed her head forward, making her take several inches of his erection, and then pulled her off to make her suck mine again. She moaned at my assertive domination. Or maybe she was just thrilled to have Trevor’s cock in her mouth? Or maybe she felt hot and slutty sucking two cocks in Central Park like a whore? I had no fucking idea. What I did know is Lily looked sexier pleasuring two men at the same time than she’s ever looked before.

  I was jealous. I was hurt. I was angry. But for some reason all those negative emotions funneled straight down into my arousal and turned me on more.

  Maybe imagination is worse than reality? The idea of Lily with someone else frightened me. The sight of Lily with someone else turned me on.

  I watched his big, veiny cock slip in and out. I watched her work hard to please him, to pleasure his beefy member. She sucked and licked, coaxing sperm up from his balls. She did the same to me but visually her efforts on his large tube of meat were far more stimulating. Watching her on him was more exciting than her on me. She looked slutty and I loved it. Caught up in the moment I leaned close to her ear.

  “Will you swallow his cum for me, Baby?”

  She quickly nodded but then stopped sucking long enough to say: “If that’s what you want, or we can all go back to our hotel room.”

  My mind exploded. My heart stopped. A million icy needles punctured my skin all over. Could I handle such an encounter? Could I hand her over, just like that? Could I give my wife away to another man?

  Hard-ons have been messing with a man’s ability to think clearly for thousands of years. I was drugged and wildly horny and chasing an orgasm of epic proportions, and I had a hot bitch asking me for a threesome.

  “Let’s go,” I said.

  Laughing, we ran to Fifth avenue and hailed a cab. In the backseat, Lily took turns kissing us both. I freed her tits and Trevor sucked one nipple while sucked the other. The cabbie bent the rearview to watch and I liked it.

  We took a side entrance to the elevator and once in our room I pulled over a plush chair and told Trevor to undress my wife. Visible chills ran up her spine. He took his time and her legs barely supported her. I told her to do the same to him but she went straight for his belt, freeing his cock again and leaving the rest of his clothing removal to him. The body on this man was intimidating. Naked, his steely erection looked bigger than in the park. I stood, intending to join them on the bed, but remained where I was, watching. Lily left on her black high heels and fell on her back on the bed, aiming her pussy at me, a view soon obscured by Trevor’s big body. I shifted to the side and watched him kiss his way up my wife’s body, his fat cock ever closer to her small, smooth pussy. He paused at her nipples but then was moving again. When their lips met, the plump head nudged her opening. His thickness dwarfed her small slit.

  I undressed slowly. He tortured my wife with his cock just outside her, brushing the tip against her sensitive labia. Once, he inadvertently parted them and we all heard how wet she was.

  I offered no encouragement. I gave no direction. I left everything Lily
did strictly up to Lily. I wanted to see her in this situation and know her actions were all hers. She was my wife and my partner and we’d been through so much together, but I’d never seen this side. We were already in love by the first time we had sex. She was about to fuck and I wanted to remember it forever.

  He teased her again, rubbing the head of his cock repeatedly over her clitoris. She whimpered.

  “Fuck me, Trevor,” she said, shaking her legs in frustration. “Put it in me. I love that big cock.”

  I almost shot my load right then. God! To hear those words come out of her mouth with that look of lust on her face. He lowered his body to hers and forced her legs open with his feet. Her slit parted naturally, exposing the bright pink insides. She glistened and gleamed, eager for penetration. He moved up and her pussy lips enveloped the tip like a fog. He kept going and encountered resistance; too thick for her narrow tunnel. His ass flexed as Trevor forced his hard cock into my willing wife. A long, low moan like I’ve never heard poured from her throat.

  “Unnnnngggghhh, it’s so big. Keep going. Don’t stop.”

  I reached for my penis. This was too much.

  He pulled back some and adjusted his knees and his big dick sparkled with her arousal. He sank half the shaft into her. Her back arched. She grabbed fistfuls of sheets. He pulled back and thrust forward again and my beautiful wife cried out. I marveled at the pleasure he caused. He fucked her smoothly for a few moments, sinking deeper each time as he wet his dick, and Lily was writhing under him, constantly moaning and urging him to fuck her. He held a steady rhythm for a minute and her legs curled around his, her arms circled his neck. After a moment, her ankles rose higher to cross behind his back. I knew this position.

  Her breathing became ragged and the pitch of her cries rose. Her pulsing asshole seemed to wink at me slyly, like I was in on the joke. Trevor was going to make my wife orgasm faster than I ever had, and probably harder too, and I wanted him to. This had to be madness. He powerfully fucked her little cunt and Lily gasped for air.

  “Fuck! God, Trevor, I love your cock. I love your big, hard coooock, fuuuuck here it comes, aaaaarrrggghh!”