Exhibitionist Gets Her Revenge

Hey, I know that bare ass-it belongs to Elizabeth! And I have the best view in the house! Now I see why she got us these particular seats. The chitchat between the Lord and the Lady continues as they politely ignore the servants. Except that the Lord's left hand is all over his maid's ass. Throughout the meal he keeps talking with his wife, but with his hand he's still exploring. The butler and the maid serve several more courses, the Lord's hand going further under his maid's ass, her legs moving further apart with each new course, while the boring conversation drones on. He pulls his hand out to lick a finger. Then two fingers. Each time, her legs are a little further apart, and each time he plunges his hand in she bends over slightly and we see that her lips are a little more open. The stage is higher than our seats, so the audience can look right up under her bottom and into her open pussy, dripping and well lit by the footlights on the edge of the stage. Each time he fingers her she shudders with arousal. The Lady asks why she's shaking, and the maid replies she must be shivering from the cold. By the time of the last course, she's bent way over to pick up the dishes, her legs and lips are way far apart, and now he's licking four fingers and his knuckles. The audience is chuckling at the idea of what the Lord is getting away with, unseen by his wife. Finally, after the dessert plates are removed, the butler comes around to our side of the table to serve coffee, and we see for the first time that the seat of his trousers has been cut out. Only now do we realize that during the whole meal the Lady's hand has been fondling the butler's ass!

The audience roared with laughter and applause as the curtain dropped. Three more skits, then the curtain call, with the director and all forty or so actors gathered on stage. Elizabeth took the curtain call in the same outfit she had acted in, facing the audience in only cap, blouse, and apron, appearing fully dressed since the apron came down to mid-calf. But when it was time to bow, she and the bare-assed butler quickly turned around and mooned the audience.

But in the instant before turning around, Elizabeth with one hand swept aside the apron, and with the other hand held open the bare lips we'd only seen from behind and below.

On her husband's arm, she attended the cast party in that same costume. Naked below the waist except for the white cotton apron covering her pussy, she worked the crowd, allowing feels of her ass. As the party wound down, the cast gathered for group photos. For the final picture she held her apron aside once more, reprising her curtain call flash and moved her legs apart. In that picture the 'Lord' stands behind her, his hand cupping her lips from underneath. All but his middle finger are in view.

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A few weeks later they put on a new play: another comedy, featuring Elizabeth cast this time as a cheating wife in an affair with a younger man, also married. Again, I chose the final performance so I could attend the cast party. All four are friends and socialize together. The stage is set up as part of her home, one half is the living room, the other half is a bedroom. There's a door in the wall between the two halves. The theater is dark, the only light is a dim table lamp by the sofa in the living room where the two unsuspecting spouses sit on a sofa. They are the young wife of Elizabeth's lover, and the older man who plays Elizabeth's husband, asking each other when their respective spouses will be showing up for the four of them to go out to dinner.

The playhouse is small and intimate, each of the forty or so audience members has a close view of everything on the stage, nobody more than thirty feet from the center.

In the darkened bedroom, a spotlight slowly comes up to full brightness to illuminate Elizabeth's character lying nude on a bed, propped up on a pillow and facing the audience as her lover undresses to join her. This sight alone is worth the price of admission: The only bright item in an otherwise darkened space is her naked white body, her pubic hair and dark erect nipples prominent on her light skin.

For these performances she had grown a very full bush and even streaked it with some gray, to emphasize the contrast between her maturity with the youth of her lover. However, as we were to see later, her lips and underside were completely smooth.

Her lover climbs onto the bed and begins to fondle her. After nuzzling her breasts and sucking her nipples she spreads her legs further and he moves his head to her pussy and begins to eat her. His face is lost in her full muff. Meanwhile, their inattentive spouses in the living room continue their conversation. Elizabeth, legs wrapped around her lover's head, looks out over the audience but keeps an ear cocked toward the door to the living room. On the hand she uses to hold her lover's face to her crotch, her wedding ring sparkles in the concentrated light, a reminder that she's a married woman. As they hear her husband entering the bedroom, the spotlight follows the lovers as they roll onto the floor to get out of her husband's sight.

Now on the floor, she's on all fours, facing the audience, breasts hanging, butt in the air and legs apart. Between her breasts we see her lover's cock enter her from behind, and they screw while her unsuspecting husband is looking for something in a nightstand on the far side of the bed. As he comes around the bed to access the other nightstand, the illicit lovers crawl away to stay ahead of him and out of his sight, never breaking their coital connection. By the time the husband goes back into the living room, we see the lovers' rear ends as he resumes pounding into her. The husband returns for something else, and we see Elizabeth's lover slowly withdraw his cock, giving us the rear view of her open pussy, smooth from the lips to her asshole, as he lowers himself fully to the floor. She rotates to join him in a sixty-nine while they wait for her husband to leave again. As soon as the husband does leave, the lovers get back on the bed. He lies on his back, she straddles him, and, facing us, she lowers herself onto his cock and rides up and down on it while she gazes toward the audience. Her breasts slowly bounce up and down and move together in circles, and we're close enough to see how hard her nipples are, and we can see part of the glistening wet cock each time she slides up on it. As hubby comes back to get something else from the dresser, the lovers dive off the bed again. This charade continues, with the lovers scurrying from bed to floor and back again, followed by the warm glow of the spotlight.

When both the spouses come into the bedroom to search for whatever it was that the husband had been looking for, a wristwatch or something, the lovers are running out of places to hide. So, with his cock firmly embedded in her pussy the lovers crawl like an eight-legged beetle, out of the bedroom, through the door, to behind the sofa, his cock never coming out. Then the spouses return to the sofa and continue their chatting, while the cheating pair continues their fucking, literally behind their backs. The lovers are cheating while their spouses are chatting!

I notice that Elizabeth keeps a small towel in her hand, using it to wipe her pussy to absorb some of the flow of her juices. Even so, I see plenty of fluid running down the insides of her legs, clear and glistening under the spotlights.

Eventually her lover must sneak around to the other side of the living room so he can escape through the front door to return later, dressed for dinner. At the same time, Elizabeth sneaks back into her bedroom to get dressed. Eventually all four meet in the living room to go out for dinner. After an imagined time lapse for the restaurant, and the younger couple has said their 'good nights' and left for their own home, the final scene has Elizabeth back in the bedroom, naked and having sex again. But this time with the actor playing her husband. She's on the bed on all fours, facing away from us. His face is in her ass, probably deep enough to be tonguing her pussy from underneath. He pulls his face out and replaces it with his huge cock and begins rhythmically plunging into her. Between their legs we can see her breasts swinging in time with his plunges. After several minutes of action he withdraws and moves aside, his cock still erect and spurting all over her back and bottom. She holds the pose. The last things we see as the spotlight fades are the letters "THE END" projected across Elizabeth's firm round semen-riddled bottom, and her own juices oozing from her still open pussy. Fade to total darkness. The play is over. Except for the sweet smells of Elizabeth's juices lingering in the sex-charged air.

Except for the scene when all four meet to go to dinner, the lovers were romping around completely nude, mostly having sex either on the bed or on the floor, or hiding behind furniture, staying low and out of sight of their naïve spouses. In the course of each performance, Elizabeth's character, and thus Elizabeth herself, has sex with two different actors. Her real-life husband, in the audience for every performance, counted about twenty separate penetrations each night.

For the curtain call, the lovers took their bows nude, each holding a pillow from the bed. Even though she'd been using the towel, her juices were still flowing down her legs. Nobody had to ask if the sex was real. Her arousal was very obvious to us in the audience, and she incorporated any chance orgasms into the play. She said she was really thrilled to be performing like this in front of her real husband. And to be seen having orgasms in view of the full house of forty or so audience members, knowing that in this small playhouse everyone was close enough to see what was going on, and, to add realism, to know the scent of her sex. Which we did.

She did the entire run of twelve performances without an understudy, but twice during the run they had to replace male actors who had trouble keeping their cocks inside her as they moved around.

The casting calls required that she fit her pussy to the cock of each of the actors auditioning for the role of her lover, in the various positions and maneuvers called for in the script. The test was to get into doggie-style position then see if he could keep up with her movements without his cock slipping out, just like in the play. A further requirement was that he either had to maintain his erection for the entire play, or, if he ejaculated and lost his erection, he had to regain it within a few minutes, preferably while still inside her, since Elizabeth did not want to have to deal with trying to stuff a limp cock into herself. She eliminated several dozen men before finding a few whose cocks she could work with. She volunteered her husband as a stage hand, so he was an observer for all the tryouts and rehearsals. She reminded him that this was what he'd always pressured her to do, so now he had to live with it.

After the second actor was dismissed after only one performance, even after she hastily added an impromptu handjob to the script in an effort to revive his erection, Elizabeth remembered the young stud she'd modeled with, and figured his thick cock wouldn't likely slip out. She suggested him to the casting director, and so Elizabeth was paired with him for the rest of the run. But she did have to spend a lot of extra off-stage time with him inside her to help him control his ejaculations better. She got her husband and most of the stage crew to observe and make sure they got it right.

The effect of the play was very erotic. Elizabeth's character was literally in the limelight of an otherwise darkened set, constantly moving stealthily from one covert sex act to the next, all the while hiding from her stage husband. Aside from the story line, just the very fact of watching the real Elizabeth, her white flesh offset only by the hair on her head and over her pussy, and her tight dark nipples, naked and tumbling around playfully, revealing all of herself to the bright light trained on her, was exciting. And once her young stud took over the role of her lover, his darker skin made her lighter skin stand out even more. When he was pumping her from behind, I could actually hear the slurping of their juices as his cock suctioned in and out of her pussy.

After the final performance, she took the curtain call without the pillow, and, at her real husband's side, remained nude for the cast party. Except that she wore her glasses. Her pubic hair was stiff with dried semen and matted with her own love juices. She told us that while she was on stage acting, she felt completely alone, because with the spotlight always in her eyes and the rest of the house being pitch black, she was totally unaware of her audience. She also told us she felt extremely vulnerable, since she couldn't be aware of anything or anybody more than about five feet away, the limit of the circle of light around her. Especially when her unprotected and sensitive bottom was toward the audience and she could feel the air on her wetness. She told us that this was much more unnerving than just being nude or even having sex with men who weren't her husband.

She also mentioned that during the first few performances she was so wet with juice leaking from her pussy, she felt like her legs weren't even part of her anymore, that they were just sliding past each other. But then by the time the play ended the slickness was turning gooey and drying, so now her legs were sticking together!

After attending one of those early performances, her daughter suggested that mom really needed to start using a towel!

I asked her son how he felt seeing his mom's performance, and he answered that since he'd become an adult and no longer living in the house, he regards her as one of the hottest women he knows. And that even though she's forty his friends keep trying to hit on her. A few even come to art class when they know she's the model. As for seeing her nude, as soon as he turned eighteen she stripped for him and had him go over every inch of her body just to get it out of the way, because she knew that soon he'd see her naked somewhere, like in this play. Also, she had him watch her making love with her husband, because she wanted to prepare him for when he'd eventually see her doing it on stage. He was glad she showed him, and he felt that she'd prepared him well for seeing her in this play. He hoped that he could find and marry a girl just like his mom.

Only later did I find out that the play had been written by Elizabeth herself, and she had dedicated it to her husband! She pointed him out at every curtain call, asking him each time if she'd shown enough of herself that night. Then she'd toss him the drenched towel.

After the initial run of twelve performances, many patrons who'd enjoyed the show asked for another run, but with a smooth Elizabeth. So, the following season, she reprised her role, again choosing to play opposite the young male model. And, for opening night, she wrote and performed a special scene about a woman going to a men's barber shop and convincing them to shave her pubic area. For this scene, Elizabeth is upside down in the barber's chair, naked crotch and legs in the air, the rest of her covered by the barbershop apron except for her face peeking out the bottom. The barber is working on her crotch while other customers are getting normal haircuts and reading their newspapers. Mimicking with his own mouth how he wants her to position her labia, the barber asks her to extend her legs this way and that, so he can get at all the creases and folds in her pussy. Eventually he holds the mirror so she can see the result of his work. The scene closes with Elizabeth shrieking as the barber slaps some unexpected minty aftershave onto her freshly sensitive skin. This added scene was so popular they had to add it to the remaining performances, using a merkin so they'd have some "hair" to remove.

The result, of course, was a truly nude Elizabeth ready for her young paramour, and, as the original playwright, she altered parts of the play to show off her newly visible inner lips. Ticket sales for the second season skyrocketed.

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Rewind to a month or so after my first art class, while Elizabeth still had her pubic hair.

A flyer arrived in the mail, advertising the opening reception for an exhibit of drawings and paintings made by students in the Tuesday evening class. There'd be a reception, selected works would be on display, ribbons would be awarded, and the public was invited. The artists and models were encouraged to attend. Adults only. It gave the time and place.

I called Elizabeth to learn more about it. Being on the faculty and also a participant in the art program, she was one of the organizers of this exhibit. She was excited that several of the artists were entering pictures they had made of her, and they had asked her to help choose which ones. She suggested I join her and her husband and friends at the opening. I accepted.

About a week before the event, she asked us to come to the studio to observe the committee choose which drawings of her to display. Being a beginner, none of mine made the initial cut. I was relieved.

On the way there, I asked her if she thought the explicit sex pictures would be shown. She replied "I hope so! Why do you think it said Adults Only, dummy?" I pressed further, asking if she really wanted everybody who attends to know what her clit looks like, and to see pictures of her having sex, especially if her face is recognizable. "Well, as for the clit, or a tit, or my ass, or my arm, or whatever, it's just a part of me, and I'd show the real thing to anybody who asked to see it, so what's the big deal about a picture? Seeing me having sex is OK too, even people who don't know me know that by my age I've probably had sex a few times, so why not let them see a picture? And, yes, my face should be recognizable if the artist is any good. So they'll all know it's me. Probably everyone in this college knows I'm naked most Tuesday nights and on the table at the Physiology Lab, and anyone who wants to can come see the real me, naked, and once in a while with a nice cock sliding into me. Anyway, I'll be at the reception and they can match things up if they want to. Or, they can just enjoy looking at art."

When we got there for the selection process, drawings and paintings of all the models were pinned or taped up all around the walls and on easels, some of models in costumes of various descriptions but mostly nudes. The deans of the art department and the engineering department, Elizabeth's boss, and a few others were there, already looking at the pictures. Most were gathered around a large framed oil painting of Elizabeth and the male model in that final pose of the first class I attended.

The canvas, which could only have been created after class from the artist's sketches, showed her in a just-been-fucked, but still wanting more, attitude, lips open to reveal the pool of fresh semen oozing out of her vagina, her clitoris on display and coated with creamy fluid, all glistening under the floodlights. The male model's cock, still semi-rigid, was shown as I remembered it, along the crease inside her leg, and smeared with the same fluid. Right and left are the models' faces, Elizabeth's mouth open as if to ask if someone will please fuck her again. Her vagina is still open, as if with the same request. From all the sperm leaking out of her, it's obvious that he's just had his orgasm. She's smiling, her eyes asking the viewer for permission to break the pose and explode in her own orgasm. The male's face is turned toward hers. He has a finger hooked in her labia, stretching it out to widen her entrance, his thumb teasing her clitoris upward toward the viewer. Her own hand is resting lazily on his dark cock, her wedding ring in view. With the brighter light highlighting their joined crotches, the overall effect is to draw attention to the sexual activity there. A strand of silvery fluid leaves a trail from the tip of his cock to her vagina, further emphasizing the very recent mating of the two. The juices of their union are apparent everywhere, slick and shiny under the soft light. The innocence suggested by her eyeglasses contrasts with the wantonness of her yawning vagina.