"Hurry up, Aatos, we're already going to be late for the show!"
Aatos and Cethaz were dressed up in their finest clothes, making their way through one of the roads in the forest where they lived.
"I'm still not sure why you want to go to this sexy stage show. Isn't it a bit weird going someplace like that when you're married?"
"Oh, it's not that strange. Besides, there are lots of female performers there, too. Don't you want to see Virpi up on stage?"
Aatos dodged the question. "What exactly are the performances going to be?"
Cethaz grinned from ear to ear. "Oh, I'm sure that it'll be the hardest, hottest, most explicit action imaginable. Remember, this is put on by the priesthood of Satelmi, and I'm sure that they have wild orgies there all the time."
Aatos looked unenthusiastic. "Keep in mind that my coming along was a compromise- I'm just being a chaperone for you. You wanted to have us perform on stage and I said no way. I know that having sex in front of other people is something you've been begging me to do ever since Virpi walked in on us but I'm not interested."
"But we would blow the audience away with our passion..."
"Cethaz, that's a line that I'm not going to cross. Plus, I have no idea how a room full of elves would react to seeing a dwarf having sex with an elf- I know that everyone has been very nice to us but you never quite know where people draw the line. Look, Peachie, the temple's right up ahead." Aatos pointed to a clearing in the forest; a tall building with three steeples and sloped roofs stood there.
"D-don't call me that name in public!" Cethaz cried.
"Why not?"
"It's so... soft-sounding. I don't want anyone else to hear it, you can just call me that when we're... alone, because it's sweet then."
"But we're speaking Dwarvish- the elves aren't going to understand. And you're wearing that sexy dress- why would you be fine with that and sensitive about... that nickname?" Cethaz had adopted elven clothes since moving to Suoveli but her idea of fancy dress was a bit unorthodox; her costume was like something a barmaid would wear but nicer, with a plunging neckline that showed off a lot of her cleavage.
"I can be strong and sexy at the same time! You can see that I'm tough from the scar on my neck, and my arms are really big. But it's hard to look tough when you use... that name."
By this time, they had almost reached the door; there still was no one in sight. Aatos suspected that they were a little bit late.
Cethaz composed herself. "Let's go in, Aatos."
"Isn't that the back entrance?"
"Oh, I'm sure that it won't matter."
Cethaz opened the door and led Aatos by the hand. She dragged him forward and they were both quite shocked to find pews of elves staring back at them; they had managed to stumble on the makeshift stage in the temple's main chamber. They both saw people that they knew in the audience; Aatos tried to turn back towards the exit but Cethaz grabbed his hand to stop him.
She looked at him with green puppy dog eyes. "Please, honey? Could we... perform on stage? It would mean a lot to me..." He looked down at her pleading face, and then looked a little further down to her heaving bosom.
A bead of sweat broke out on Aatos' forehead. He was conflicted about "performing" in front of all those people but his little Cethie could convince him to do anything when she looked at him like that.
"Oh, all right. But nothing too out of the ordinary, okay?"
Cethaz' face lit up. She immediately broke into character and switched to speaking Elvish, a language that she had never quite mastered. "Oh, my love, this seem like such a quiet and secluded place! No one can see us love making here! Take my breast in your hands and have your way with me!" The two of them had never talked to each other in Elvish when they made love before, but Cethaz wanted the audience to understand what they were saying.
Aatos kicked off his shoes before he grabbed her chest from behind, and she moaned with ecstasy. She's really hamming it up for the audience, he thought to himself, but I don't mind. He pressed his hands onto her breasts before sticking one of them down Cethaz' blouse, and she cried "Oh, you're so rough!" Aatos stuck his tongue in her mouth and moved a hand to her crotch, dipping it below the hem of her skirt to caress her through her panties.
"Oh yes, keep doing that, ah-"
Cethaz found that she was enjoying doing this in front of so many people- it was exciting for reasons she couldn't quite understand. She saw Virpi, the priestess who they were friends with, in the front row, and she had a strange look on her face. Cethaz couldn't tell if she was excited or dismayed, but her view of Virpi was broken by Aatos swirling her around and sticking his tongue in her mouth. She responded by twirling her own tongue around it, and throwing her strong arms around his back before she removed his shirt and revealed his slim but wiry torso.
After she had gotten his shirt off, she took a good, long look at his chest before she tossed it backwards, into the audience, and said to him, "How about you start making me nude?"
"My pleasure, honey."
Aatos undid the ribbons at the front of Cethaz' blouse and pulled the entire thing over her head, leaving her in her underwear. She was wearing a tight bra and thong panties; they were both bright red. Cethaz was excited; the feeling of having so many people around her admiring her body made her start to feel moist. She could see lustful expressions on many of the men in the audience as they looked at her; she also noticed that some of the women were gazing at Aatos with stars in their eyes. But they could only watch- the two of them were off limits to everyone else, and made her feel even hotter within her loins.
Her husband was a bit less confident. Aatos was quite nervous, but he still went along with it. He did find his wife as ravishing as ever in her undergarments, though- he felt himself grow erect as he observed her large, tan bosom, her wide hips and her thick, muscular thighs.
"Oooh, I see something grow in your pants!"
Cethaz took her hand and stroked his erect member through his pants; then she rubbed his crotch with her buttocks, and Aatos started to dry-hump her. He put her hands on her back and began to unclasp her bra; when he had finally undone it, he removed it from her and dropped it onto the floor.