"Just watch out for those stage folks," Joe said, laughing as he turned off the shower and opened the shower door. "I hear they're a wild lot."
"Hmmm, so goes the rumor," Kathy said as she stared at Joe's long, thick prick. It hung limply now, swaying lazily from side to side as he stepped out of the shower stall onto the throw rug. In a way, Kathy was almost sorry that Joe had leave for work so soon. She was sure she could take him on one more time, shower up, drive to the theatre, and then be in prime shape for Bob Decker's jerking prick.
"Something on your mind, babe?" Joe said, grinning at her as he started to towel himself dry.
"Your prick," Kathy said bluntly, walking sexily up to him. She started squeezing one big tit with her hand as she rubbed the full length of his prick. Kathy inhaled sharply when she saw her husband's cock respond almost instantly to her touch.
"Hmmmm. Maybe the babes in Beverly wouldn't mind if I was a few minutes late," Joe said as he dropped the towel to the floor and wrapped his arms around his wife's slender waist.
"Ohhh," Kathy groaned, throwing back her head and hunching her thighs hard against Joe's swarthy hips. She could feel the full length and thickness of his quickly stiffening and heating prick rub and slide against her swelling labes.
"God, I'm ready to go again, Kathy," Joe moaned, rubbing and grinding his cock against her cunt-mound.
"Fuck, ohhhh, yessss," Kathy groaned as she cupped her fingers gently around Joe's contracting, leathery fuck sacs.
"Fuck! There goes the Goddamned phone!" Joe mumbled as he broke away from Kathy and ran for the living room.
"Oh, God, don't leave me like this!" Kathy wailed as he crashed against the bathroom wall.
Her cunt was on fire. Her cuntal walls fluttered and rubbed wildly against each other. Her clit throbbed and banged. Every inch of her hot, sweaty body was demanding instant satisfaction.
"Hey, hon. I'm sorry," Joe said as he returned to the bathroom. "But something happened at the gym last night. That was one of the masseurs. He said that the water piping to the steam room burst, and the place is flooded. I've got to go," Joe said breathlessly as he ran back to the bedroom and started to dress.
"Oh, shit!" Kathy swore, reaching down and sticking two of her fingers into hot hole. She felt her quivering cunt-lips clamp tight around her knuckles as she rubbed her finger up, down and around her pussy. "Mmmm!" Kathy cried as she felt a mini-climax roar over her clit, crash up to her nipples, them slam back to her twat again. It wasn't as good as a cock bringing her off, but at least she'd be able to walk down the street without leaving a trail of cunt-juice.
"Sorry babe," Joe said running past her in the hall. "But business is business. Good luck at the theatre."
"Thanks," Kathy said as she watched her husband run to his car and jump in. Oh well, I wasn't hot anyway, Kathy thought as she started to get dressed.
When Kathy got to the theatre, she noticed that Bob's car was parked in front of the ticket office. She felt her heart pounding wildly and her cunt begin to juice up as she walked briskly to the stage door at the rear of the building.
"Bob?" she called as she walked into the semi-darkened back stage area.
"He's not here just now, Kathy," Connie said.
"Ohh!" Kathy cried in surprise as the door shut quietly behind her. "I'm sorry, I didn't see you there."
"No problem. Look, boy. Look who's your new leading lady," Connie said to something next to her. Kathy squinted as she walked slowly toward the sitting woman and finally saw that Connie was talking to a large, white sheep dog.
"Sorry about what happened to you on the stage yesterday," Connie said, smirking slightly as she continued to run her long fingers through the panting animal's thick fur. Kathy felt her cunt quiver excitedly as she watched Bob's wife continue to stroke the big, beautiful white dog. "I should have checked to make sure that you didn't get an animal that was so, uh, excitable. But, I think that's taken care of."
"You handle the props for your husband?" Kathy said, looking away from the sheep dog.
"I handle just about everything for Bob, honey," Connie said, then broke into a long series of sarcastic laughter.
"What's so funny?"
"Oh, nothing," Connie said, finally getting control of herself. "It's just that many women around here consider him a big stud. Oh, he's that, I'll grant you. But it's my cash that keeps his cock in Brooks Brothers trousers. This little theatre and everything in and out of it goes through my checkbook."
Kathy looked back astonished and felt sorry for the brunette. She had to use her wealth to keep her husband in tow! Kathy was glad that he could attract Joe with her cunt.
"Well, it looks like it's just the three of us here," Connie said, smoothing down her dress as she slid off the stool she'd been sitting on.
"I-I've got some lines to go over," Kathy said a little nervously. She felt as if Connie were fishing for something, and she didn't know if she particularly wanted find out what it was.
"I'll just bet you do, honey bun. Bob told me that the two of you were going to rehearse. Well, he would've been down here, too, except that his car broke down on Sunset just behind mine. So, we'll be alone for a little while," Connie said, walking slowly up to Kathy.
"I-I…" Kathy stammered as she watched Connie open her lush, red lips and lick her lower lip slowly with her long tongue. Oh, God, was she going to make a pass at her?
"Come on, baby. Don't knock it if you've never tried it before," Connie said as she read Kathy's mind.
"Don't, please!" Kathy protested as Connie wrapped her arm around her waist. "I'm not that way," she protested, wondering if it were wise to try and get away. Kathy wanted the part in the play. Since Connie controlled the financial strings, she might throw her out if she didn't play ball.
"It doesn't hurt, believe me," Connie said, drawing Kathy closer to her.
"But…" Kathy protested, feeling her tits flash up with sexual fire and her cunt begin to drool hungrily as Connie rubbed her slender, hot body against hers.
"Mmmm. That's it, Kathy. Just relax and let Connie take over for you," the woman said, blowing hotly into Kathy's ear as she reached up and gently stroked her boob.
"Oh, Jesus!" Kathy groaned as Connie reached up and started unbuttoning her blouse. She tried to keep her balance as the brunette slid her blouse off her shoulders, then reached behind her and unsnapped her bra.
"Hmmm. No wonder my husband was so anxious to get down here," Connie said as she watched Kathy's huge tits come into view. The blonde woman's nipples poked out excitedly, visibly twitching for a pair of lips or set of fingers to suck and pinch then.
"Where?" Kathy managed to moan.
"We'll use the couch over there. It's from the third act of your wonderful play," Connie said sarcastically as she took Kathy by the hand and led her to the sofa. "Now come on. Hurry up and get undressed," Connie said impatiently as she reached behind her neck and started to unzip her short, tight-fitting black dress. "We don't have all day."
Kathy finished undressing, sliding her juice-soaked panties across the floor and climbing onto the couch. This was a new experience for her. She'd never been to bed with another woman before. Kathy didn't think she was turning into a dyke. But she felt gripped by curiosity all over again. She had to know what it was like to bury her nose in a hot pussy.