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(Sharing The Hotwife Book 3)
By Malory Chambers
Copyright 2015 Malory Chambers
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This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental. All characters depicted in sexual acts in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.
The first time my husband suggested that he come to see me at my performance, I thought that he was joking. We were having beer and steak at the local pub for the first time since we moved in the small town.
It wasn't like Billy to show interest in my performances. He had always called them as 'too artsy' for him. I suspected that was just his way of saying there wasn't enough excitement in the shows to keep him interested.
I thought back to the performance and all the parts that he must never see. While he had long since accepted that I would sometimes strip for the audience, I highly doubted he would be able to accept the scenes in this particular play!
I thought back to how Jack's strong hands bent me forward and pushed my naked bottom towards the audience. His strong hands held onto me, spreading my butt cheeks, agonizingly slowly inserting a glass dildo into my anus. My moans filled the hushed hall, echoing lewdly back at me.
"Ohh!" I moaned, throwing my head back and hugging his waist.
His eyes were focused on the audience when he continued to fill my anus fully with the glass dildo, the cold material lubricated by warm, cherry-flavored lubricant.
"Look how easily Wendy succumbs to her lust," Jack said to the audience, breaking the fourth wall. "She cares not for her husband waiting for her at home, or that men and women, STRANGERS, are witnessing her obscene acts. Of course, she does not realize that she is being recorded by the camera over there," he pointed to an audience who was recording the scene. A security guard quickly took away the camera and deleted the video.
I gasped loudly when he brought his hand down to my bottom. The sting of my flesh being spanked distracted me of the cold dildo being inserted into me.
"What do you want me to do, Wendy?" he asked, his hands gripping the soft flesh of my bottom.
"Take me, Jack! Take me with your black cock!" I screamed, my fingers digging into him.
"Tell me, does your husband satisfy you in the same way?" he questioned before pushing the dildo completely inside me, eliciting a scream of pure ecstasy from my lips.
"No!" I admitted, louder than I had wanted. "My husband is nothing compared to you. You are all I want, all I need," I screamed.
He walked behind me and took off his own pants, his backside facing the audience so that they could have a look of his perfect, tight ass. "Your husband cannot satisfy you in the same way," he said with a short laugh. "My cock his bigger, thicker, longer," he turned to the audience with a wicked grin, "darker."
Nervous laughter scattered around. Some of the men and women were fanning themselves and wiping off cold sweat from their foreheads. I knew that some of them were unable to help themselves and were touching themselves under their pants. Horny men jerking their cocks furiously and aroused women fingering their wet pussies. They were all staring at us, at me.
Jack bent down and pulled my red dress off over my head, though he continued to shield my body from the audience. The cold air hit me like freezing water, my arousal doubled by the fact that I was being stripped in front of a live audience!
Without warning, he hooked his arms under my legs and lifted me into the air with my legs spread wide apart so that my pussy and asshole were in full view.