After a rehearsal made awkward by the lack of a real bed, Amy confided to me once we got home. She said “Even though it was uncomfortable on that hard surface, I could tell that Steve got an erection as we went through the motions. I think you were right when you guessed he’d be well hung. It felt like it to me.” Inevitably, my cock stiffened as I heard her words and my sexual mind raced. I asked Amy if it excited her and she said “You bet it did. He’s a hunk and he has a big cock. I think he wants us to fuck. He flirts and he touches me intimately when he can.”
“D’you want to fuck him?” I asked in our sex pact way and she told me that she did. “Goooood!” I drooled and added “because I think we can really make something out of this – for ourselves and the play, but especially for ourselves. I’ll ask Steve to come here for an extra rehearsal. Leave the rest to me.”
We got Steve to come to our place for extra rehearsing. “It’s the bed scene, Steve. We need to get it right before the prop bed arrives. So, we’ll rehearse here, in a real bed, our bed. Amy will take you to our room to get ready. I’ll be there in a minute or two.” I’d prepared Amy to suggest that Steve just wore a long tee shirt which she had ready for him. She wore cammy knickers and a matching bra. However, the knickers were crotchless. She didn’t point this out to Steve but he would soon find out.
By the time I got to the room, Amy had Steve in bed, under the bed clothes and he was positioned on top of her. My cock reacted predictably with rapid stiffening. Actually seeing Amy in a sexual encounter was way more exciting than just hearing her describe it. As yet, they were not sexually enmeshed but Amy would give me coded signals. Asking for the lights on meant that Steve was hard. She soon asked for the lights on. Saying that the bed was hot meant that Amy was wet and ready. Telling me to take it easy was the code that Steve had penetrated her. Asking for some drinks meant leave us for a few minutes so we can fuck.
We rehearsed the lines and I suggested various moves to give the best impression to the audience that sex was happening in the play. Amy soon told me that the bed was hot. Not long after that Amy breathlessly asked me to take it easy. I gasped aloud. It looked as though I was reacting to Amy’s words whereas I was gasping with excitement that my wife had another man’s cock in her cunt – and I was in the same room.
After some more attempts at dialogue, Amy asked for drinks. I took my time getting their drinks and I could hear them fucking as I did so. I had told Amy to tell Steve that their cover was that they were rehearsing. I was incredibly aroused that Amy was being fucked just a few feet away from me. Amy said that her drink was very cold – which was the code that Steve had not come yet.
I grew bold, spurred by my huge excitement. I said “Steve, I may change the script at this point to have Casanova climax instead of Amy’s character doing so. Can we try that? Let’s just see how it looks. It may be too much. Give it a go, will you.” Steve began the moves supposedly acting out a fuck but I knew the reality. In fact, I could smell the reality of raw sex occurring. I watched enthralled, picturing his cock sliding in and out of my wife’s cunt. Steve gasped and juddered and sighed as he filled my wife with his jizz. I nearly came myself as I watched them.