Lily Learns to Perform

by Matthew Lee

  Chapter 9

  Lily told me nothing. She took a role as a librarian in a small production that would only run two weeks. As usual, she worked Macys during the week and spent the occasional evening rehearsing for her latest role.

  Regarding Jimmy, she said not a word.

  As a child, I could not wait to rip open every Christmas present and reveal the secret contents. Older, I found greater pleasure in having a present to open than the actual opening of the thing. I’d discovered the joy of anticipation. By the time I was ten I’d gotten to the point where I’d open my presents one day at a time, stretching Christmas morning out for more than a week.

  I still felt the same as an adult. Within days I went from anxiety about the coming event to delighted suspense. Dread evolved into desire. By Friday I wanted it to happen.

  Lily was having a blast. I sensed she played Jimmy on the other end the same way she played me and having all the power and control thrilled her. She had two men so hot for her they were ready to explode. I thought Saturday night would be the big moment but the weekend passed without incident. We watched movies and went out to dinner and walked the mall to find me new hiking boots.

  The only difference I could see was Lily’s wardrobe. Her skirts and dresses became shorter and tighter, her neckline a little lower. Twice I saw her toss on a dress without a bra and head out into public.

  Another week passed and my lust increased ten-fold. What was going to happen and when? Saturday morning Lily rose before me and left a note in the kitchen about running errands. She said she’d be home around dinner and I should enjoy all the college football I could stand. I sent her a text but got no reply. Not until late afternoon when I got hungry for pizza leftovers did I find her note, along with a single ticket, taped to the top of the pizza box in the refrigerator. The ticket was for an adults-only show called Gaius Germanicus, The Boy Who Would Be Caligula, at nine that night, held at The Gaslamp, a small dinner-theater downtown. The note said: “I’ll see you there. Don’t be late.” Lily had signed it with a red lipstick kiss.

  I watched the rest of my football Saturday with only half a brain. The other half wondered what was going on.

  At the appropriate time, I clicked the television off and got ready; shower, shave, nice sports coat, cologne. I punched the address into the GPS and arrived in plenty of time. The theater was an ornate and intimate setting seating around fifty. Dinner came with the ticket and as that pizza was now hours ago, I enjoyed the steak and potatoes and asparagus. Plates were cleared and drinks served. Lights flickered. I settled in.

  As the curtain rose, I wondered the cost of the ticket. The set on stage was amazing. We opened in a Roman throne room and I believed we were truly there. The production values dwarfed anything she’d starred in prior. Rich furnishing and colors, incredible costumes and props. I was stunned.

  As each scene gave way to the next, my astonishment grew. These guys were master craftsmen. The lights would dim only to rise and reveal a set more magnificent than the last. I was completely enthralled with the story when Lily made her first appearance.

  As soon as she entered we all saw her white silk costume hid almost nothing. Walking alongside was Jimmy, sporting a black wig as he was the emperor but also her brother. He wore a similarly revealing costume and with each step his pendulous cock and balls swung side to side, stirring the thin silk and heightening anticipation.

  They moved through their lines with practiced ease but the sexual chemistry between them was unmistakable. At one point, Emperor Jimmy turned to the audience and, his Australian accent gone, addressed them as the good people of Rome. He complained about nightmares and restless sleep and asked if there were any amongst us who would be willing to ease his troubled mind. Two women, obviously there with husbands, raised their hands and Jimmy invited both to join him.

  On stage, he placed a hand on their shoulders and pressed them to their knees. Uncertain, both women nervously glanced at each other and their husbands. Jimmy pulled his silk toga aside and freed his fat cock, offering them the opportunity. One waved a hand and said she couldn’t and fled the stage but the other stared at the hanging meat for a moment and then stuck the head into her mouth. Everyone looked at her husband. He sat stiff and stoic, unreadable. Jimmy allowed the woman to orally worship him a short time and then thanked her for her service to the Republic and sent her back to her seat. The husband remained unreadable.

  The story progressed until I began to sense the end drew near. The lights dimmed. When they lifted, Lily lay nude on a marble altar in the heart of a fantastically ornate and detailed temple. Her arms and legs hung freely off the sides. An elaborately costumed priest of Venus prowled the stage, proselytizing the Goddess’s virtues and seeking her favor, wailing about the need for an heir.

  Enter an extremely aroused Jimmy, stage left. His body looked like he’d just finished working out; veins stood out down his arms and legs and his muscles looked full and pumped. Sweat glistened on his masculine body. His iron cock was a sword, a fleshy weapon jutting straight out from his hips, so stiff I suspected he wore a hidden cock ring. The priest continued to beseech Venus as Jimmy approached my wife. My wife looked down between her legs and saw him advancing. She reached outside her body to grab each ankle and pull her legs back, folding them against her big tits, offering her insane brother the Emperor her soaked cunt. His huge cock throbbed with anticipation.

  This was Lily’s answer to secrecy and the need to hide. This was her response to the opinions of others and the denial of her own desires. Be discreet? Ha. Hardly. If society condemns an unfaithful wife, then Lily would fuck another man right in front of their faces.

  My arousal was off the charts. Bold, sexy bitch. We were in it now.

  Jimmy reached the altar and used both hands to bend his stiff weapon down and align the fat head with Lily’s small labia. The priest went on and on about a bountiful harvest but I barely heard him. My entire world had tunnel-vision at the point where their bodies would merge.

  The crowd was restless with sexual tension. Both wives on stage earlier now had hands in their husband’s laps, rhythmically rising and falling. I guess all was forgiven.

  His cock head covered her entrance and I guessed him a little thicker than Trevor. Lily was going to love this. She let her knees fall to the sides and then Jimmy lifted on his toes slightly and flexed his firm ass. My wife was penetrated. Her cry electrified the room. Jimmy moved his hands to her thighs and began working his rigid cock deeper.

  For the first time in my life I was too excited to get hard. My mind was on fire. An entire room full of peopled watched another man fuck my wife. In the background, I felt the inevitable pinch of jealousy and mild humiliation, but God, the eroticism! Her pussy was drenched. My Lily wanted Jimmy badly and I loved that she did. He sent his inches deep until he reached the depths of her and then he leaned his weight to sink a half inch more. Lily kept a white-knuckle grip on her ankles but moaned like her soul was leaving her body. Jimmy was going to fill my wife with sperm and every single person present would witness that happen, including me.

  Lily held herself open to him. Her sweet pussy surrounded his shaft in warm wet flesh, enveloping his cock down to the base. His ass began a sexy back and forth and I shivered each time his ass clenched and his meat sank deep. The waves of pleasure were too much and Lily shrieked in climax only minutes later. A murmur swept the crowd. Jimmy continued his conquest, relishing the pussy he had prior only sampled briefly, but now owned.

  Lily came again and Jimmy pumped faster. I’m sure he wanted to spend all night inside her but he had to move on. The priest prayed for a child and Jimmy lifted to his toes again and sucked a lungful of air.

  Here it comes, I thought, and I was right. Every muscle tensed. His mouth opened and his toes curled. His shoulders hunched and then he grunted several times and released all the air from his lungs at the same moment he released all the sperm from his balls.

  I wanted to scream and tea
r my clothing. Fuck! The scene was wildly intense. His cum flowed like a river out his shaft and into my wife. An overpowering urge to fuck her seized me. I had to take her back and as soon as I possibly could.

  On stage Jimmy forced out every drop and then withdrew his rampant phallus from my wife’s guts. He was still hard as steel. How many phone numbers would he get tonight? The audience constantly shifted in their seats and I knew most would be racing home to fuck like animals.

  The priest came around between her legs and said some blessings over her womb as Jimmy slowly backed away and exited the scene. The house lights dimmed. When they came back up the setting was a bathhouse full of men discussing politics.

  Lily and Jimmy made one more appearance at the end. Each said their lines and the curtain dropped. The crowd loudly applauded but not with the same fervor of her other shows. Not that they didn’t enjoy it as much. I think they were physically and emotionally drained. Lily had kept all this hidden from me and I understood why.

  I stayed in my seat as the others filed out. Lights came up and exits propped open and still I waited. When the theater was almost empty, a door next to the stage opened and Jimmy and Lily, wrapped in white robes, walked through. She came straight for me but he hung back. I knew that look in her eyes.

  “Yes,” I said, before she could speak. She threw her arms around me and squeezed and we kissed.

  We took my car. Lily and Jimmy sat in the back, kissing and touching until she moved to her knees to blow him. I tilted the rearview and watched his dick in her mouth.

  We both attacked her as soon as I closed the door, fucking her against the kitchen counter and then on the floor. We made it to the master bedroom, eventually, and spent the night filling her up. I love watching a big cock inseminate my wife.

  The play ran five weeks in a row, Saturday night only, one performance a night. Jimmy fucked Lily in every show but I was only present for the first and the last. I’d wait at home for them and we’d take her to bed together.

  Of course, word got out, but in a limited way. That theater had an exclusive crowd. We lost a few straight-laced friends but Lily’s reputation as a serious actor skyrocketed. If you want an actress who will give everything she’s got every time, you want Lily. Multiple directors called or emailed with offers. Most had nude scenes but she said that’s the beauty of stage; there are no videos to fly around the Internet, only word of mouth and if someone wants to see for themselves, they must buy a ticket.

  Chapter 10

  We were lying by the pool Sunday after her last show, waiting on Dawn and Randy to arrive with the weed, when Lily asked: “Is this our life now?”

  “What do you mean?”

  “I’m speaking specifically about me taking hot lovers. Am I free to have them whenever I want? With your approval, of course.”

  “That’s a good question, Love. It all feels natural now, doesn’t it? I still feel that nip of jealously but the fear is virtually gone.”

  She chuckled. “I must tell you, Luke, I’m impressed. You were sky-high that night with Trevor. I thought seeing me with Jimmy without so much as a shot of Jack might fuck you up.”

  “It did! I sat in that audience watching you, so excited my penis would not get hard. I know that sounds like a paradox but that’s how it works. A shot of Jack would have been most welcomed.”

  “Dicks are awesome.”

  “They love you as much as you love them.”

  “So, is this our life now?” she asked again.

  I watched a lone cloud sail overhead, pondering. “I don’t know exactly why I think this, but what we’re doing feels like a phase to me. Like the clubbing thing we did five years ago. We had a blast but sooner or later things start to repeat.”

  “That’s how I’m feeling too, Luke.”

  “Good to hear.”

  “Besides,” she went on. “A while back we talked about having kids. That’s why I originally went off birth control last June. Do you remember?”

  “I do remember that conversation.”

  “Seems like ten years ago now, doesn’t it?”

  “Yeah.” I looked for the cloud again but the strong sun had killed it. “How much longer will we play this lovers-for-Lily game?”

  “I think we’ll know the right time to get out. We still have a lot to explore.”

  I was about to ask her what but I heard car keys hit the side gate.

  “That will be the weed,” I said.

  Dawn and Randy looked great. Randy was down twenty pounds since we last saw him and Dawn was wearing a bikini instead of her customary one-piece. She was tone and trim but her boobs looked bigger. I didn’t ask. Lily noticed too and smiled.

  We got chairs situated and beers passed around and caught up on small talk. Randy fired up a blunt and we each took a hit. Dawn waited for the effect to hit us all before asking Lily if she was in a play at The Gaslamp last month.

  “Yup,” was her confident reply.

  “I saw an article in the Journal,” Dawn continued. “The reporter said there was full nudity and strong adult themes but you handled even the most difficult scenes adroitly. That was the word he used; adroitly. I had to look it up. Is that true? Were you completely nude? In front of everybody?”

  Lily giggled. “Yup.”

  “Damn. I’m sorry I missed that,” Randy chimed in.

  “Shut up, Randolph,” Dawn teased. “I don’t need you looking at Lily naked. You’d never want me again after that.”

  “Nonsense,” I said. “You’re a cutie-pie, Dawn. Nice bikini, by the way.”

  Dawn pretended to be flustered. “Lily, what has gotten in to our men?”

  “They just sound like men to me,” Lily laughed.

  “Weren’t you worried what people might think of you?”

  “I was, for half a minute, and then I realized I’m not a prude and their judgements do not match my own thoughts. I’m writing my own rules now. I like being naked on stage. It’s fun. When the opportunity came, I took it.”

  Dawn turned to me. “And you’re okay with this?”

  “More than okay,” I said. “I admit I was jealous at first but there was no need. Now I think her don’t-give-a-fuck attitude is hot.”

  “Exactly,” Randy added. “It’s not like she’s fucking someone else. Other men are looking at her and they were doing that already. Luke should feel proud his wife is such a babe. It says something good about him.”

  I risked a glance at Lily and saw her eyes were laughing.

  Randy continued: “She’s not cheating. She’s not lying. She not sneaking around behind Luke’s back. I say more power to you.”

  Dawn gave Randy’s hand a pat. “We’re going to California for vacation and my sweet husband is trying to talk me into visiting a nude beach close to the hotel.”

  “Are you curious?” Lily asked.

  Dawn looked meek. “Kind of. I’ve been working out so if I do, I look better.”

  “Then try it. If you hate it, put your clothes back on.”

  Randy raised his arms in triumph. “Thank you, Lily. That’s what I’ve been trying to tell her; stepping outside your comfort zone is a good thing.”

  Dawn sighed heavily and held out her hand. “Alright, you win. Let me take another hit off that joint and I’ll try the beach. If anybody laughs at me I’m going back to the hotel room.”

  Chapter 11

  The Theater District in Los Angeles also runs the length of a street named Broadway and I’m not sure how I feel about that. Was coming up with a new name too tough for them? Unlike New York, these theaters mostly run movies.

  Sebastian’s new play would open this weekend at the Los Angeles Conservancy and he wanted a huge party to launch the event. He invited every contact he had in the industry, including Lily, and the turn-out exceeded his expectations. When you’re hot, you’re hot.

  I admit I was impressed by some of the famous names that appeared. This time Lily wore a stunning pale blue gown with a slit up the side
to her hip. I was wrapped in the standard tuxedo. We sipped thousand-dollar Champagne and chatted with stars of stage and screen. After the first couple hours, I held back and let Lily work the room, turning on the charm and fixing herself in the minds of her colleagues.

  The afterparty was held in Sebastian’s suite at the Biltmore, directly behind and within walking distance of the Conservancy. We arrived late so Lily could shake as many hands as possible at the main event.

  Crossing that threshold was like stepping into an opium den from eighteen fifty-one. The dim room was luxurious, with paper screens and hanging blinds. Thick smoke, stirred by someone’s movement or open air vents, curled around every houseplant, pillar, or piece of furniture. Visibility was less than ten feet. Serving girls of every nationality made the rounds and every one of them was stunning. They wore tunics folded over their shoulders like sandwich-signs, and nothing underneath. The tunics were too short to fully cover their asses in back or their bald pussies in front. They moved cautiously around the room tending the guests.

  Sebastian materialized out of the fog. He fawned over Lily for a few minutes and then thanked me for coming. Lily saw an actress she’d met her last time in New York so she wandered off to say hello leaving me alone with Sebastian.

  I grinned broadly. “You drugged us, asshole.”

  He laughed loudly. “Blunt and to the point as always. Yes, and I’m likely to do so again. You had the time of your life, from what I heard.”

  “The night was…interesting…I’ll admit that. Is Trevor here tonight?”

  “No, he’s in London presently. Aside from you and Lily and a few others, these people are all from interests I have outside the theater world. Mingle. I doubt you know any of them.”

  “Thanks, I will.” I shook his hand.

  The invite list for the main party had included everyone but the invite list for the afterparty was extremely selective. I saw a famous face here and there but Sebastian was right; I recognized no one from his earlier productions. The path through the room was twisting and narrow so I moved slowly as darkness and smoke obscured everything. I found Lily headed back to me.