I was just downtown running errands when I happen to run into Brett. He grinned when he said hello and it brought back vivid memories of a crazy time I had last summer.
It started in early June shortly after the end of the school year. My wife, Sandy, is a high school English teacher who has spent the last several summers in graduate school. She completed her degree and decided to take last summer off and enjoy her hobby of acting in Community Theater. In June she met with a group and began reading scripts. At the end of June they selected an original story authored by a professor at the local college. It was a comedy/drama of sorts about a woman who is very much in love with her busy white-collar husband but got caught up in an affair with a young college student. At first she was torn and troubled juggling the two relationships but also found it energizing an exciting.
When the selection had been made Sandy was quite disappointed as she had aspirations for a significant role and the only meaningful female role was that of the adulterous housewife. She wasn't too excited about the prospect of playing the adulterous housewife who had several lusty scenes involving passionate kisses and hugs. She wasn't sure she wanted to do that and she was very nervous that it would make me uncomfortable – in addition, she wasn't sure she would be able to win the role.
As we visited about it one evening she explained the story to me and expressed her disappointment that there weren't more opportunities for her. I quickly challenged her saying that she would be a very good choice for the lead part and would probably have a lot of fun in that role. I commented that being the object of lust for a couple of guys should be fun and she certainly had the looks and figure to be credible in the part.
Sandy was somewhat surprised with my attitude and specifically challenged me about how I would feel knowing she would be spending several weeks of practice and performing in 10 performances with two men kissing hugging and holding her. I told her I thought it was very exciting and I would be proud of her. She challenged, "So you don't mind other men kissing me?"
I told her not at all as long as she comes home to me. After that talk Sandy seemed to be more inclined to try out for the role and rehearsed script for the next several days. She told me the try out was scheduled for Saturday. On Saturday Sandy was getting ready to leave when I looked at her and told her she didn't seem to be dressed to play the part of an adulterous woman. She responded," It's just trying out."
I told her to go put on a sexy skirt a push-up bra and a blouse that showed some cleavage so she would look more credible as a flirting housewife. She grinned and shook her head saying you men are all alike. I asked her who was going to judge her reading. She listed off four male and one female names then paused momentarily as she realized the wisdom of my suggestion and headed up to our room to change. When she came down I grabbed her passionately and gave her a deep kiss while rubbing my hands over her body in an exaggerated fashion. Good luck I said as I patted her ass as he headed out the door.
That evening Sandy seemed pleased with the reading and thought the judges were as well. She waited several days to hear back and was excited the following Wednesday evening when she announced she was now an adulterous housewife named Dorothy.
As a little background, I am a 35-year-old corporate lawyer. Sandy is 31, has dark brown wavy shoulder length hair, and weighs 125 pounds nicely packaged in a 36-26-37 figure. She has very firm B cup boobs, shapely hips and a delicious ass on top of a very nice set of legs. She has a warm friendly smile and an innocent look but can master a devilish smile when she wants. We've been married for four years in a monogamous relationship that followed two years of dating. We have an active sex life experimenting with a variety of positions, sex toys, and venues. Neither of us (at least to my knowledge) have ever had an affair, however, we have each had previous relationships before we met. Sandy is by no means naïve and can be playful but tends to be more subservient.
Over the next few weeks Sandy had practiced several nights a week as they prepared for their play later in the summer. It was exciting for her and a nice break from teaching in school. The group seemed to get along well and they were all excited that ticket sales were going well as their play proceeds would be used for a highly regarded local charity.
One evening we talked about the other actors in the skit and she told me there were two main male characters that she was "involved" with. The man playing her husband was actually the author of the play, local college professor. He was in his early 50s and had been widowed in the past year and found the summer acting to be a good way to keep his mind occupied during the summer when he wasn't teaching. He was an attractive gentleman relatively fit and evidently a pretty good actor. Sandy said he was quite pleasant and very helpful, giving her tips and pointers on how to improve as an actress. The second male lead was actually one of the professor's graduate students. He was in his mid-20s, in very good shape and hoping to parlay his good looks into an acting career. Sandy thought he was handsome but too cocky and self absorbed. Brett, the guy playing her husband was about 5'10" tall and very well groomed. Tommy, her secret lover, was about 6'3" tall with a lanky athletic build, meticulously tanned and topped by an indulgent $50 haircut that kept his handsome locks just the way he wanted them.
I asked her who the better kisser was. She grinned her innocent smile and told me that in most practice sessions they didn't do real kissing but on a couple of occasions they had kissed for rehearsals. Brett gave warm affectionate kisses that were tender and very pleasant. Tommy was more aggressive and less tender but that was kind of exciting. I asked her if they thought she was a good kisser. She smiled again and said, "I'm a married woman, I just received their kisses."
I told her that a good actress would need to get into her part more. She should put some passion into her kisses – it would make her role more credible and bring the best out of her other actors as well. I reminded her it was a drama about human emotions and she needed to do her part to elicit those emotions. She laughed at me for pretending to know something about acting. I told her I didn't know much about acting but I did know what would bring out the best in the male leads. I again reminded her to have a little fun. "If you're cheating wife, you need to get in character for the role."
Opening night was a sellout in the play was well received by the warm community audience. Sandy did a great job and looked fantastic as the object of lustful attention of the two male leads. The hugs and kisses were credible and Sandy got at least a dozen hugs and kisses throughout the play. The reviews in our local paper were complementary with the expectations of good crowds for the remaining performances over the next seven days.
I was out of town for the next week but Sandy reported good attendance and a good time at the subsequent showings. The final shows were scheduled for Friday night, Saturday afternoon and Saturday night. When I got in town on Friday, Sandy asked if I was going to come by and watch the show that evening. I told her I'd be delighted to go. The show was fun had gotten considerably better over the several offerings. However, the romantic scenes seemed a little forced and dry. Perhaps it was because I could read Sandy's emotions so well that I could tell she didn't seem to be in part. Brett on the other hand seem to be enjoying every opportunity to hug and kiss Sandy. Tommy still came off as a little arrogant and indifferent.
As I waited for Sandy after the show I visited briefly with both Brett and Tommy and ask them if they would like to come over for drinks after the final show Saturday evening. I mentioned they seemed a little reserved around Sandy and that they shouldn't hesitate to be more passionate and physical. Sandy and I headed off for a little dessert after the show. I mentioned to her that I'm invited her leads over for a drink after the show. I also told her that their interactions seemed a little tired and not spontaneous. I told her that for the Saturday night final show she should wear stockings instead of pantyhose, go bra less in scenes two and three, and leave an extra blouse button undone when she was around Tommy since she was supposed to be the initiator of that relationship. Sandy rolled her eyes back and giggled at my suggestion.
"No, I'm serious; I think you should step it up a notch for the final show and have a little fun. Those horny single guys will probably love it."
Sandy commented, "I'll take it under advisement."
Nothing else was said about our discussion. Sandy headed off to the theater for the afternoon showing and was eating with the cast before the final evening show. I stopped and picked up a bouquet of flowers and headed to the theater. I had no idea whether Sandy would respond to my comments. It was a full house Saturday night and I had minor butterflies, anxious to see how the final show would go.
When the second scene began I looked carefully to see if Sandy's wardrobe was any different. Sure enough, I could tell her blouse was unbuttoned more than previously. For someone watching closely you can see considerable cleavage as she played the scene. I watched to see if I could tell if she had removed her bra. Halfway through the scene when she moved quickly her breasts bounced in a manner that made me think she had, in fact, gone bra less. And yes, she had sexy seamed stockings on.
As the scene proceeded it got to the part where Sandra and Tommy were kissing and hugging. Wow, it sure looked different to me with a much more passionate lustful kisses, a longer kiss, and more grabbing. Sandy was quite noticeably grabbing Tommy's ass and he responded in like fashion placing his big hands on her ass in her skirt.
The mumbling in the audience was a more pronounced response to that scene than had been the case in the prior showings. Scene three involved both Brett and Tommy. Sandy was in the same outfit and it had the same effect. Her embraces with both Brett and Tommy were much hotter. The kisses were passionate and Tommy broke script moving his lips down and kissing Sandra's neck as he held her. Brett was noticeably impacted, stumbling over one of his lines and extending his kissing scene well beyond the normal time. From my front row seat it looked to me like Tommy had quite a bulge in his pants and I thought I can see evidence of a hardened nipple pressing against Sandy's blouse. I chuckled thinking that the three of them had gotten quite aroused by their acting.
The show concluded and the group got a standing ovation and raucous cheers from the audience. The program director announced record revenues for the local charity and joked that they would be starting the script for next year's play – perhaps a continuation of Dorothy's escapades.
Sandy came out for her bows and appeared to have restored her bra and buttoned up her blouse. She enjoyed the applause and flowers and congratulations from cast mates and the audience.
I had given both Tommy and Brett directions to the house, had stocked the bar, and ordered pizzas as I headed to the house. Sandy was cleaning out her locker and would be following. It was a beautiful night – about 75 degrees, so I decided to open the patio and enjoy the outdoors on the patio near the pool. I know Sandy likes Sangria so I mixed up a pitcher. Everyone arrived shortly still glowing from the play's success. Tommy also announced he was also excited as he had received a job offer he was hoping for from California and would be heading west in the next week. Brett was excited both from the acting and from that fact that his screenplay was a success and might get picked up by some other theater groups.
Everyone was very hungry and thirsty and quickly downed their first glasses of Sangria and several pieces of pizza. We spend the next half hour laughing and telling stories about the play as they revealed several funny outtake experiences during the several weeks of preparation. They were all loud and animated as they got increasingly buzzed from the Sangria.
I commented that I thought tonight's showing was the best and that "Dorothy" really seemed to be hot tonight. Sandy giggled and both Tommy and Brett chimed in that "Dorothy" was very hot tonight. I said that even from the audience I could see a little more cleavage tonight and it seemed to motivate the cast.
Brett laughed and admitted he had forgotten one of his lines as he was distracted by Dorothy's cleavage. Sandy was blushing as we continued talking about Dorothy's cleavage. Tommy chimed in that he particularly enjoyed the hugs tonight and that the aroused nipples pushing against the blouse fabric were a real turn on. Tommy conceded he too got distracted and broke script to nibble his way down Dorothy's neck and nuzzle into her warm soft flesh. They both joked about how everyone in town would be calling Sandy an adulterer for the next year.
