Chapter 1

I sat in the darkness toward the middle of the auditorium as the scene unfolded. The sounds had that hollow ring that you get in an empty theatre. The rehearsal lights cast unequal shadows on the characters on stage. The woman was tall and slim, her breasts crisply defined under the clinging dress. Her legs, long and shapely, towering up from high heels, were visible where the long skirt parted. Long, dark hair coiled high on her head, made her look even taller in the way of movie stars in the thirties. Her hand on her hip and her angled elbow gave the impression of casual confidence as the out-thrust leg parted the skirt.

She delivered her lines in a full, rich voice accustomed to the stage setting. At least, so it would have seemed to the casual observer. On the other hand, I was aware that she had been away from the stage for years. I hardly recognized her as my wife, so strong was the wanton image she projected. Nor would I have imagined her capable of doing this scene slowly easing her dress down from her shoulders before a virtual stranger. Not only that, but other cast members stood around gazing with rapt attention on the two lovers at center stage.

I felt like an intruder, that I should not be here observing the intimacy of the scene. A noticeable lump formed in my throat as the shimmering dress inched down bare arms exposing milk white shoulders marred only by white bra straps. She caught it there and looked at her lover, teasing him, tempting his eyes.

As he replied, she dropped the dress to her hips, stealing the scene with the appearance of lacy bra cups clinging to perky breasts. It was unfair. Not an eye in the theatre would notice that another actor was on the stage; not an ear would here his plaintive line. Even he stumbled over the line, distracted by the taut, lovely fullness of the bra cups, and the beauty of the curving underside of neat, perfect breasts.

Sue was in full command now. The dress clung seductively to her full hips as she delivered her line. The angle of her arms was as graceful as a Grecian statue as she released the catch of her bra. The cups seemed not to want to leave her breasts and hung until her hand stripped them from their position. She paused, holding the still shapely bra and then slowly released it onto the chaise behind her. Those pretty breasts that I had had to myself until now were displayed in their classic glory and seemed to pick up the light from overhead and make it warmer.

The actress shrugged slightly and the dress slipped down nylon-clad legs and pooled at her feet. Her tummy was a trim, graceful little bulge leading into a particularly prominent Venus mound truly reminiscent of the Venus de Milo.

The actor turned away, his hand to his head.

"Sorry... sorry... I need to break away a moment!" The entire crew laughed at his discomfort. I noticed him hitching his pants to ease the erection she had raised in him.

I slumped back into my seat, suddenly aware just how tense I had become craning forward over the seatback in front of me. My own erection was now fully obvious as it tugged at my pubic hair. I shifted my trousers a little to be less confining. I noticed a tiny bit of perspiration on my upper lip. Curiously, I felt a strange excitement knowing that the actor opposite my wide was lusting for her.

The director soon got everyone back in their places and the scene continued.

Standing in lace panties and stockings held up by a trim garter belt, she took his hand. She drew him to the chaise and then sat down. She raised her arms to invite him closer. My heart was pounding in my chest as I watched him kneel to kiss her. His hand moved up to her breast and hers trailed up to his neck. The kiss continued in the silent theatre. Slowly the two moved closer. Her legs parted and he moved between them, still kneeling on the floor.

I watched as Sue turned his head and pressed him to her breasts. Even from this distance, her pointed nipples jutted from the roundness of her breasts. Her nipples are quite prominent when she is aroused. They jut from the large, lighter-colored aureoles which cap her lovely breasts. We have always said they were her very best features.

I watched as his hand moved, cupping her, then again, as he captured the nipple in the crotch between thumb and forefinger. It was a truly erotic touch to add to the scene. It was not clear if he did it for effect or just for his own eager pleasure. Whatever his motivation, I found it extremely erotic to watch another man's hand play over my own wife's nipple; it was unexpectedly erotic.

"And blackout!" a voice boomed. "That was great Sue, and you to, Mike. A very good first run-through."

The director walked over to them and began his critique of their performance. Snapping out of my trance, I looked around the empty auditorium. I was very aware of the bulge in my trousers and suddenly self-conscious of the fact that this had been a big turn on. The director could have asked for a clear auditorium but you never know with these actor chappies.

Soon, Sue was dressed again and we were making our way to the car park.

"So what did you think?" she asked, a bit apprehensively.

"Very good. I think it will be a smash. Bit rough in parts, but that will come with practice, right? On the hole, I think it is very good indeed, and very horny, by the way. I think we have to get you home double quick."

Sue laughed. "Yeah. Me too! You noticed the rough spots, did you?"

"Nothing that won't smooth out in rehearsal. You were the best. He is... not quite there yet, should I say?"

"Yes. Well, Dan, he's the director, agrees with you. It's not an easy scene... of course. "Not easy," she trailed off into silence.

Sue hadn't acted on stage since leaving school 15 years ago. A friend had recently invited her into an amateur acting group, and after joining and helping out backstage for a few productions, she got this chance to 'walk the boards'. Not too many people auditioned for the part because of that particular scene. Apparently there are a lot of jealous husbands out there and a few women that didn't think their figure would stand up to the scrutiny of a theatre full of people. Sue had no problem there. She rather enjoyed a bit of exhibitionism, as well.

I slipped my hand onto her thigh on the way home and she put hers on top of mine. She guided my hand onto the warm nylon peeking through the slit in her skirt. I glanced down and noticed the slit had been unbuttoned still further. The dark stocking tops of her crossed legs looked wonderfully inviting in the light cast by the instrument panel.