After five years, my marriage to Jeanette was going swimmingly. We had met thanks to our shared passion for amateur theater, and even after the wedding, we continued to frequent the stages of our city, in a not very large but fairly well-known theater company in the community. We mainly staged 20th-century theatrical repertoire, comedies by Shaw and similar stuff. My wife was definitely more talented than I was, so while I remained stuck in very minor roles, she gradually earned the role of prima donna of the company.

Things changed with the new director of the company. The newcomer, Mr. Polidori, was a middle-aged man full of revolutionary ideas. From the very first meeting with him, we understood that he wanted to overturn the usual schedule of the company and attempt something more interesting, more ... daring.

“The audience wants something fresh, something that won’t make them miss television or cinema!” he told us fervently.

Then he went on to explain to us what he had in mind: a show in which the climax would be a simulated sexual encounter on stage.

If the protagonist of the show had been any other woman, I wouldn’t have batted an eye. Too bad Polidori made it clear right away: “The protagonist will be Mrs. Mason.” That is, my wife.

Before continuing, let me describe Jeanette to you. She is a thirty-something with a youthful face perpetually lit up by a smile, so much so that one could give her five or perhaps even ten years less. She has brown hair and adorable green eyes with a slightly almond shape. Her breasts are small, but in return, she has legs that drive me crazy and a butt that looks like it was sculpted by God, it’s so perfect.

But let’s get back to the show. Jeanette didn’t accept immediately, but she asked for the script to read it calmly at home that same evening and judge what was being asked of her.

After dinner, we sat on the couch and eagerly read each page. In many scenes, the protagonist was required to wear only underwear, but toward the end of the show, she was involved in a love scene with the main actor, where she would first remain topless and then, after some fondling and caressing, she would take off her panties to slip under the covers and make love (in fiction, of course).

“I don’t know, Jeanette, it seems ... too much,” I admitted.

A part of me was intrigued, perhaps even excited at the idea that my lovely spouse would show herself to the other actors in the company, some of whom were dear friends of mine. She would flaunt that treasure that only I could enjoy, I would be the most envied man in the theater company. But at the same time, I felt a healthy and natural jealousy.

My wife said nothing, but sighed. I knew her well enough to know what she was thinking: she wanted to participate, but if it had hurt me, she would have abstained. But I also didn’t want her to give up something she cared so much about, so I took her hand in mine and said: “There’s no problem, darling. The show seems to me to be of good quality, and it’s about artistic nudes, certainly not pornographic ones.”

Her face lit up. “Thank you, love!” she exclaimed and jumped on me to hug me.

Later that nite, we had sex. I felt hornier than ever as I mounted Jeanette, imagining her naked among our fellow actors. I believe she also found it exciting because she was very wet when I penetrated her, but unfortunately, the excitement was so strong for me that I came after just a couple of minutes. I made Jeanette come using my fingers and tongue on her clitoris and pussy, a circumstance she certainly didn’t complain about because, you should know, we both really enjoy cunnilingus. Obviously, she likes receiving it and I like doing it: I could spend hours licking her pussy and sucking her clitoris. Jeanette knows this, and that’s why she often keeps her pubic area shaved.

In the following weeks, we did many rehearsals, and I found, I must admit, it was a bit strange to see my wife in the arms of another man, in this case, the lead actor, Kevin, a tall and burly guy with whom I often went to the stadium (another of my great passions is football).