At the Theater

 I've had a crush on her since before COVID, when I met her at a theater retreat.

Tall, thin, pale, shocking red hair, the prettiest blue eyes, lips made for kissing, and legs made for marathons and wrapping around a lover.

She was perfect.

She was also married, or so I thought.

Not married, but together forever with her loser boyfriend, a wanna-be actor with no talent, an ugly face, and breath that could peel paint.  I have NO idea why they are together.

Flash forward several years, to last Friday

Closing night for a revival of "The Dresser" in a small theater near home.  I know she's coming, I know several friends are coming, so we meet in the lobby, long hugs are shared, compliments offered. After closing, everyone scatters to do summer stock and vacation gigs.

She's in a short blue tennis skirt.  I wait until he's gone (the jealous prick but a total cuck) and compliment her directly, bluntly, and in detail..

She blushes a bit, giggles, and says thank you.  

Last minute purchases mean we are not sitting together, but I find a row with 5 seats together, so I grab her by the hand, lift her out of her seat, and pull her along with me.

Me, Her, Him, a sweet little flirty actress friend, a stranger on the aisle. We get seated. I sent him a text. He read it and slumped in his seat.

Before the lights go out, I text her, feeling gutsy before the summer break

"Have you ever had two men touch you at one time?"

 As she was putting her phone in her jacket pocket, she felt it vibrate, she paused, saw it from me, and gave me a quizzical look.

"Read it."

She did, and her head snapped up and she stared at me as the lights when down. Silence.

The announcement warned about phones and photos, and the curtain opened.

Like a teenager, I spread my legs until my knee touched hers. At first, she flinched away, but then, her knee rested on mine, our fingers touching.

Her BF, the sniveling cuck that he was, followed instructions to the letter. As the first monologue started, I placed my hand on her knee and pulled her leg to me.  By her gasp, he did the same.

My fingers massaged her skin, just above her knee, not too high, but a new touch from me. He did the same.  Doing almost nothing, just holding her open, spread, the short skirt riding up in her faded red velvet seat.

 Every 2-3 minutes, painfully slow to my hardening cock, our hands moved higher, then stopped.

I leaned over to her, as the stage lights lit a new scene, I saw his hand under her skirt, as mine was.

"Touch yourself." I whispered.

She tried to close her legs, but both of us held firm. I took her hand in mine, kissed her fingertips, and repeated myself, "Touch."

Her left arm draped over her BF's arm, her right arm, dropped into her lap and made its way under her skirt.

She was tentative at first, but as the laugher on stage got louder, she got bolder.  I felt her wrist begin to move in little circles, then bigger, then up and down.

I looked over at her and gripped her high inner thigh gently, but firmly, she knew my fingers were an inch from her clit, my hand a breath away from her pussy, yet I held firm. 

Here we were, a suitor, a woman, her boyfriend, pulling her open, spreading her sweet strong legs, sharing the moment, but not touching. We simply held her, spread her, gave her access to her own sweet body, two hands, two men, one woman, and, as the audience cheered before intermission, one massive orgasm.

I let my hand drift out from under the short blue skirt, and I clapped for the wonderful performers.

She grabbed my hand and wiped her fingertips across my palm.  It was sticky, wet, fragrant and flavorful.

I stood and exited, turning her direction, facing her, putting my pulsing hard cock inches from her mouth. I passed him and then extended my hand to allow our friend to leave first, she declined, but as passed in front of her, she touched me.

Her hand gently brushed against my cock through my jeans. I flinched. She smiled.

As we left our seats my redhead was holding on to her boyfriend, catching her breath, perhaps crying a little.

My attention was pulled away to my new friend.

"I saw what you two were doing, now it's my turn."

What are you doing for lunch?

The caller ID on my phone surprised me.

Everyone who needed to know knew that Deb was out of town for the week.

“Hello” I said

“Hi,” with one syllable she sounded nervous.

“Hi”

“What are you doing right now?”

“Do you want the honest answer or one you can share with Deb?”

“Be honest.”

I paused because the honest answer might make her hang-up.

Honest?

Honest.

Well, I’m about to strip down and work on my tan while I read during lunch

How long do you have?

An hour.

OK.

OK? I asked, what does that mean?

It means I’m coming over.

“Are you sure that's a ….” She hung up, “good Idea?” I finished

Now bewildered, curious, and more than a little horny, I stayed on course.

I laid out my biggest beach blanket, stripped down to my boxers, and laid on my stomach and started to “read.”  I really couldn’t read, not with the thoughts that were running through my head and the blood that was rushing to my cock.

I adjusted myself as I grew hard and then had to roll on my back. Relieving the pressure on my erection.

I like my cock, it still gets hard on command after all these years, and a shiny bit of pre-cum was soaking through the thin stretchy material, catching the sun and bobbing up and down as I flexed my pelvic muscles.

Unsure of what might, or might not, happen, I tried to focus on Mitchner, Hawaii, and the ravages of smallpox, all the while lightly stroking myself through the Lycra.

I tried not to react when I heard the squeak of my side gate and the click of the latch when she closed it behind her. A moment later, her shadow covered me.

“Mitchner?” she laughed, “Seriously?”

“It was my mom’s favorite,” I didn’t look at her face yet, but I could see that she was in a short summer skirt and a white t-shirt.

“Well,” she said, taking the book from my hand, “reading rainbow is over.”

She kneeled beside me and kissed me gently, then more passionately.

I held up my hand, asking for a pause.

“Why today?” I asked with a serious tone.

“He’s cheating on me again.”

“He’s always cheating on you.”

She reached up under her skirt and pulled her panties off and tossed them on the blanket beside me. 

“True,” she said, as she swung her knee over me and straddled my face, “but he’s in Colorado again.”

She smelled fresh and clean and wet and sexy.  I gave her a long deep lick from clit to ass.

“OH FUCK.” She moaned.

“Colorado sucks!” I said as I licked her again, tasting the sweet, wonderful tang of her body.

She stripped off her shirt and wrapped her arms around my legs and started biting me through my shorts.

I sucked hard on her clit and she spread her legs, pressing down, forcing my mouth deeper between her swollen lips.

I shifted so I could breathe and talk.

“How long do we have?”

She pulled her mouth off my cock just enough to answer.

“I have to call him from the car in 9 minutes.”

“9?” I asked

“And it’s on video,” she deep throated my cock and came back up for air, “so you have 5 minutes.

“Enough said.”

I pulled her ass open and finger-walked my hands deep between her cheeks while I devoured her pussy. She bobbed up and down on my swollen cock. I felt her tongue swirling around the head of my shaft, swallowing my pre-cum, licking me clean, then forcing herself down on my shaft again.

Her clit was tight and wet and swollen, I got in as deep as I could, knowing what would make her cum, I knew exactly what to do.

I thought of my wife as I ate out her friend, seeing the two of them laughing at soccer, the park, church, and theater, wishing I could take them side by side, longing for the day when my wife could taste another woman’s pussy on my cock.  For now, it was a fantasy, but not for much longer.

My tongue wrapped around her clit as she shifted her body upward, allowing me full access for long deep licks. A drunken confession to my wife during ‘girls night’ gave me the key to the castle, “just eat me” was the key phrase, so I did.

As my orgasm got closer, I tapped her on the ass, a gentle pat to give her the option.

Her choice as clear as she kept me deep inside her mouth

Her orgasm hit first, gushing, wet, quivering and long. I didn’t stop.  I drank her in, licking, tasting, penetrating her with my tongue.

And then, I burst into her mouth, and I could feel her throat massage my cock, pulling out every drop, every spurt.

Panting, she lay on top of me. Spread, wet, pink with pleasure, her swollen pussy hovered over her face. I kissed her gently and she flinched then pushed back again for another.

On her end, she licked me clean, swallowed the last few drops, then crawled off me and checked her phone.

"On time, every time." she laughed and straightened her clothes.

Standing above me, she put out her hand and pulled me up to stand next to her, I kissed her gently.

“He’s a bastard for going to Colorado again,” I said.

I placed her panties in her hand, “but there is an upside too.”

She kissed me again and turned to go.

But then she stopped, turned around, walked back and put her crumpled up panties back in my hand.

“Why?” I asked.

“Give them to Deb,” she kissed me again, “And tell her that I’m ready.”