Casanova replied “I will take you. I will visit your wondrous depths. I will take pleasure from you and I will leave you my special gift.”
“Oh yes!” gasped Jane “You must leave with your vital present.” With that, there was some re-arranging under the bed clothes.
I knew that Steve and Amy had rehearsed how to quickly get past their stage clothes to achieve penetration. I pictured it, imagined it, Steve’s ample cock sliding into my wife’s luscious welcoming cunt.
Clarice leant over to me and whispered excitedly “You know he’s really fucking her now, don’t you. Steve is really fucking Amy right now. His cock is actually in her pussy, your wife’s pussy! Fuck! This is so fucking hot! All these people are watching them fuck!”
“I know!” I gasped, too excited to even try to bluff any longer. Clarice moved to the edge of her seat and put her hand under her skirt. With thighs wide apart, she began masturbating under her skirt, gasping with excitement. Her other hand settled high on my inner thigh. She groped until she found my erection, holding it through the fabric of my trousers. “Get it out!” she gasped with urgency, all the time fervently fingering her pussy. Under the spell of the on-stage sex, I did pull my cock free of my trousers and Clarice took hold of it. She started pulling on it very rapidly – and very effectively.
Jane was saying to Casanova “Oh darling, I love our togetherness. You make a woman into a real woman. You fill my needs. I can sense the strength of you. You take me to heavenly places.”
Both of us had our eyes locked on the stage action. Amy’s wonderful tits being man-handled were on view to several hundred people and she had Steve between her legs with his cock in her. Yet, she kept to her lines.
Jane concluded “Oh Casanova, I sense your pleasure is upon you. Let me have your gift!” With that, the lights faded to the sounds of a woman climaxing and a man uttering deep grunts. I knew that there was no need for Amy or Steve to have acted those sounds.
“Oh fuck, I’m nearly coming!” whispered Clarice with urgency. Spurred by the eroticism of the play and Clarice’s wonderful masturbating of us both, I found a way, awkward though it was, to slip my hand into the neck of her blouse. I gently fondled her tiny tit and squeezed her extended nipple. “Fuck yeah!” she uttered approvingly. With my free hand. I drew her skirt much higher to reveal her delightful little cunt, speared by two fingers. I could scent her sex juices. My climax was upon me from nowhere. I spurted hugely, Clarice looking on as her own climax was still being played out. My huge pleasures whirled within me and I splashed out onto the floor with no attempt to capture it in a tissue. “Loads of jizz!” she exclaimed as she pulled her slick fingers from her little cunt.
We watched the cast take a bow, three pairs of tits proudly on show which caused a cavalcade of appreciative applause, whistles and camera flashes. As the topless three bowed, the weight of their breasts hugely increased the size of their tits, much to the delight of the audience. I realised that the local newspaper’s photographer was below the stage, camera pointed right up Amy’s front, possibly seeing that her knickers were crotchless.