This is a culmination of a chat with a friend of mine, thanks dude!
I was finding myself alone at home more and more as my wife's career change caused her to work more often than not, though I was confused as to when she was at the gym or at work. With our kids grown and gone, I began to look for things to do, and saw a notice about a play written and produced by an up and coming director. I decided to try out for it, having done some acting in high school and college. I had waited almost too long when I tried for a simple role when the director said I was perfect for the male lead, and introduced me to his fiancée who had the female lead. Mara was her name, and I had to admit it helped my ego when she smiled widely and shook my hand, her curves barley hidden by street clothes.
I avidly took the script home and began reading. I was surprised when after completing his memorable script that I would be getting very intimate with his fiancée, a knockout in all respects! My wife pretty much ignored me and my efforts other than saying she would try to attend the showing in a few weeks' time.
I studied my lines hard and at the first rehearsal the director, Johann, complimented me quite a bit. He felt I had what it took for the character; I felt Mara's eyes on me, as I was wearing a loose pair of shorts and a t-shirt due to the heat. I felt good about my body and she seemed to like what she saw. She was wearing a t-shirt and shorts that seemed painted on, I was glad my shorts were loose as Johann had us work the actions in with the dialogue; I found her touches provocative, though always per Johann's direction.
We agreed to practice our lines together after that rehearsal, and we met several times over the coming weeks, my wife never once questioned what I was doing or exhibited any interest in lthe play. As Mara and I got better with our lines and technique, I would often come home aroused, and with my wife showing up right after me I had hoped to use that energy to revive our lackluster sexual relationship, but she would just rush to the shower and deny me any sex as she was just too tired and stressed; often she would be sweaty and her makeup a mess.
Mara and I pleased Johann with our hard work, who turned out to be quite detailed in his instruction on the physical aspects. There were several scenes in which Mara and I would be barely dressed as well as touching, for which he claimed to have some nude colored underwear for our own propriety. Mara would be topless, so he expected us to get comfortable with that right away, as he was scheduling final dress rehearsals shortly.
He assured us both the lighting would reveal the curves and motions, but not the explicit details of what we were doing. Reading the final script that he handed to me carefully one night, I realized that the play ended with Mara orgasming as she rode me; it was how her character realized her freedom from her own drab marriage, reflecting my own home life I found myself thinking.
I went home to tell my wife some of the details, but again she was out late. I woke up to her coming in the door, her business attire in disarray. She smelled of alcohol and cigar smoke, and immediately went to shower. I noticed she was wearing a lacey pair of panties I didn't recognize when she dropped her clothes to the floor next to our bed before going into the bathroom and closing the door. I fell asleep before she came to bed, and in the morning she was up and gone by the time I was out of the shower.
The panties must have been a figment of my imagination as I didn't find them as I collected the laundry and then went to work. The weekend came and my wife left to work out again before I woke, so I got around and went to Mara's house to practice the final version of the choreography that Johann had written up for his fiancée and I to act out on stage.
I had picked out some white Calvin Klein briefs, khaki pants, and a silk v neck shirt to wear, might as well be comfortable I had decided. She greeted me at the door in a towel, blushing as their morning had been hell and additionally Johann was called away to another job. I blushed, considering what we were supposed to practice; I hadn't expected to ever be alone with my attractive costar!
She led me into a nicely furnished room "He will watch from his office, ever the multi-tasker" she said indicating a webcam setup. I felt a bit better and waited for her to get dressed.
Mara reappeared in some colorful yoga pants and a comfortable crop top, I noticed her lack of bra underneath the top, but she just giggled in her way, saying something about a girl must be comfortable. She explained we were to go through each scene and at the end Johann would give us both pointers on improving our performance, I was impressed by his professionalism, to be honest, and didn't think things would get to out of hand
Mara and I went through the scenes slowly and avoided too close of contact, opting for kisses on cheeks and occasional touches; both of which made us laugh. The final scene was tricky as she was supposed to ride me to completion. We agreed she could straddle my waist instead of my crotch throughout the scene. She got up to call Johann and confirm we were done.
She giggled, "At least my yoga pants hide any bodily reactions," she said as she hung up.
I looked at my crotch, and my khakis had a large wet spot where I had apparently leaked through.
"It's ok, its ok" she laughed, "It's cute and I'm glad I'm not the only one a bit hot!"
Her nipples had been hard throughout the practice, I had had no choice in not noticing, but to hear her admit to her pants hiding her own reactions made me feel a bit better. She offered me a cold drink while we waited for Johann's callback.
I was sitting when Johann finally called. He apologized for not being there and then said "It's clear you have the dialogue down, but the choreography was completely off, and also what were we wearing and why you both haven't disrobed as per my script?"
Mara and I blushed at each other as he gave instructions "Babe, get Rob those linen shorts you got me for Valentine's from my drawer and any t-shirt for him to wear. You should wear that lacey camisole I got you for Christmas and those sleeping shorts that you wear in the summer" he added.
She nodded and got up and left the room, knowing not to argue with the director. She came back in her very skimpy outfit and handed me mine. I went to change right away, not wanting to delay the inevitable.
Upon my return I was brought to a standstill by the director. "No. No Rob," Johann exclaimed "I can see your briefs, please remove them, we are all adults here." He said matter of factly.
I looked at Mara and she nodded so I demurred, knowing my patch of pubic hair was visible beneath the thin yet comfortable shorts as I returned to the room. The shirt clung to my chest, but Mara's camisole seemed to show more of her breasts than it covered, and her shorts were cut so high on her hips, I involuntarily covered my crotch with my hands to hide my body's response.
"From the top" Johann's voice broke my revelry and his fiancée and I began again.
At our first kiss he interrupted, "Come on you two, a second grader kisses his mother with more passion," so we acquiesced and kissed longer and with more zest, our eyes open in an effort to be professional.
Johann never had us remove our shorts, but our tops were expendable, Mara blushed as much as I did the first time she revealed her full breasts; her nipples were pointed at me well before I touched them. The script insisted she hold my face to her chest as her character dwelled on cheating on her husband, who only cared about his business and who worked constantly. When we finished that scene I didn't think Johann noticed on the webcam how her blush extended from her face to nearly her ribs. I knew her shorts were damp in her crotch just from a brief look, and I felt her eyes measuring my length, the linen shorts when wet from me or her, it was unclear where I had captured the dampness, did little to hide my arousal beneath.
"Final scene, good job let's finish this," Johann directed from his offsite chair.
We began the intricate dance again, the removal of shirts as per his details, the kissing, and the caresses, how hands slide down over curves, and how mouths explored necks and nipples. The scene required fellatio, at which looking down at Mara, her firm butt out as she knelt at my waist, my heart was pounding like a jackhammer. I felt precum dripping down my length as she breathed on my shaft through the damp material, my tip as plump as I had ever felt it! Her hands on my hips seemed determined to remove my shorts, her fingers trembling visibly to control herself, her hands became fists on my thighs.
My turn at cunnilingus was no less calming; I looked up at her face as I knelt by her feet, her bright eyes were on fire between her firm breasts, and her nipples seemed to be vibrating in my line of sight as her hand went to my head, as per the script. My face was close enough to her soaking shorts to make out her pink folds, even her clitoris was visible through the material! I breathed in her intoxicating scent as I did allow my lips to press on both sides of her smooth inner thighs.
As we moved to the climatic end, Mara was once again slightly bouncing on my stomach. Personally I was relieved as I could feel my neglected member pulse mere inches from her heated bottom, I knew just a brush of pressure would have me shooting off like a virgin teenager on his first date!
Johann's voice came over the speaker, "Mara imagine people thinking you are riding Rob's belly button to orgasm your way to freedom from your dullard, how's that going to look?" he asked in a stern voice.
