I had promised Max (the New York Times Drama critic) that I would persuade all BAG (Brooklyn Actors Group) members to explore their sexuality on his private New Jersey ranch. He wanted to record us all and guide us to more fruitful drama.
The carrot was that Max could get us the Broadway actress, Gillian Forsyth. Possibly Max could get BAG an off Broadway venue to perform in. With a good review from Max even a Broadway venue was possible.
I told Max that I would call a BAG meeting. Because we are a (small d) democratic group, we discuss all major decisions and take a majority vote.
My motion read
"BAG notes the pioneering approach of Konstantin Stanislavski, the Russian theatre practitioner. We feel that a time away together may help us to grow theatrically. We agree, in principle, to accept an invitation from Max Somerfield to a time away on his New Jersey ranch and to listen to his opinions on our acting style. We authorise 2 people to take forward the detailed work."
My motion didn't mention that Max wanted every BAG member to agree to being filmed nude and having sex. It was only agreement in principle. My motion got through easily. We all wanted to be the best actors and stage managers we can be. Of course it irked us all that we were possibly handing control to Max.
The group appointed Mike and Sara to take forward our desire for a week away at Max's expense. Not being appointed was a good thing. Any decisions would be made on their recommendations, not on mine.
Sara is the most open to new ideas. I suspect she wouldn't mind the group nudity. But she might well reject the idea of us having filmed sex. That part of Max's demands could be dropped in the negotiations.
But I was a little worried about Mike's appointment. He is the prudist of all of us in BAG. He doesn't cringe or shy away from things related to sex. It's just that he thinks sex is a private matter. He thinks that society is obsessed with discussing and writing and displaying sex.
We in BAG all knew (and had lived through) the highs and lows of his courtship of, and marriage to, Maggie. But I knew him better than most. I was like a father to him, though I was only 5 years his senior. At their wedding I was his best man.
MIKE'S BACKGROUND
Mike and Maggie were old fashioned believers in pre-marital chastity. But Mike found it harder to stick to his core belief.
Maggie used to say to him "You will appreciate me more when we're married" while keeping Mike's roaming hands at bay. She sometimes let him feel her bra covered tits or her clothed arse. Mike enjoyed fondling Maggie's firm arse.
Mike was impressed with (and frustrated by) Maggie's tireless defence of her chastity.
On one occasion, after their engagement party, they showed each other their naked bodies. Mike loved seeing her tits and her bushy black pubic hair. Maggie was embarrassed to see his cock. Mike wanted her to hold it but she didn't.
Mike said "I can't wait to get married and to have sex with you."
She said "Is that all you men think about?"
It was a passion killing remark and they got dressed.
THE WEDDING NIGHT
Their wedding day finally arrived. They were now man and wife, able (indeed expected and encouraged) to share the same bed. After the reception was over they retired to their honeymoon bedroom.
Maggie's shyness at their pre-marital nudity evaporated.
Society now allowed her to enjoy the sight of Mike's naked body. She retired to the toilet and came back wearing only a thin transparent nightie. She stood there showing her gorgeous tits and her triangle of pubic hair. She turned around to show Mike her arse.
She took off all Mike's clothes and he stood there naked. They held each other tight. He felt her thinly covered breasts press against his bare chest. He felt her arse. She felt his.
She said "Lay down on the bed. Mother told me what pleases men."
She kissed Mike's lips and worked her way down to his cock. His prick was now erect and twitching. But she delayed and instead explored Mike's body with her fingers.
Then she ran her fingers over his naked cock. She then held it in both hands pointing it skywards.
She sucked his cock. Mike felt it throb in her mouth. He watched her sucking his cock and had never been happier. Then she mounted him and put his cock into her slit. This broke her hymen. Mike had an orgasm pretty quickly.
Mike said "Your mother is an excellent teacher."
She said "It seems strange thinking of mum and dad having sex. It feels as if we invented it. After that wonderful shag, I want you to fuck me very often."
Maggie became insatiable. She wanted to fuck at every opportunity. She had turned into a cock hungry fuck-slut. The ideal wife, you might think. And so did Mike.
Mike boasted that they fucked in the hallway, in the kitchen, in the bathroom, in the guest bed and in the lounge. We even fucked in the attic, lit only by a torch. They fucked in the garden and they fucked in the forest. Mike pounded her like a dog fucking a bitch and she loved it. She did him cowgirl and reverse cowgirl.
They did it standing up. Mike admitted that this was a bit of a disappointment. But they persevered and, with the help of a garden wall, both she and Mike found it enjoyable.
Mike loved the feeling of her cunt gripping and pulsing on his cock as his wife had an orgasm.
PORN
Mike liked watching Maggie fucking herself, with her hand, with a vibrator and especially with a large black dildo. She liked Mike watching. She also liked porn.
Mike told me that they only started watching porn after getting married. I was surprised that he did. Mike said that most porn is pretty suspect but some was very arousing and informative. Some porn acted as a marital aid. It introduced new ideas to discuss and sometimes adopt.
ACCIDENTAL DOGGING
Then one day Maggie and Mike walked along their local beach. Mike saw a small crowd of people. He thought that someone had been taken ill. It would take a long time for an ambulance to reach the beach. Mike is a trained first aider. He went to offer assistance.
