This story contains sex between consenting adults, a hot wife, adultery, cheating spouse, anal and group sex. If any of these topics offend do not read this story. Negative comments about the subject matter will be removed.
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After our honeymoon in Trinidad (read part one for better understanding) we returned home to our everyday routines, which now included some form of sex almost every day, usually mornings and evenings (we were still honeymooners) and some weekends we never bothered to dress. I couldn't get enough of Camille, and she couldn't get enough of me. I learned that she was extremely oral and could cum just by giving me head, any manipulations of her breasts, neck or ears shot right to her clit. She was multi-orgasmic and could climax for long periods, even having mini orgasms after all manipulations and penetrations had ceased, similar to the aftershocks of an earthquake. We would learn in the weeks after our return that she loved anal play. She particularly liked doggy style and rather than reach under herself to manipulate her clitoris, she would reach back and insert a finger into her backside.
I had lost about 20 pounds from all the sexercise and found that I preferred lapping her pussy to sweets, her cookies effectively replaced double stuffed Oreos. While we lay on the couch together watching television one or both of us would have the other's sex in hand or mouth.
I saw an advertisement for a casting call for a local theatre group production of the musical 'Chicago.' With little encouragement she signed up for the audition, knowing that her youthful appearance made the roll of Velma unlikely she hoped to read for the role of Roxie. Camille has a great voice, but not a Broadway voice, although her dance was far superior to either of the leads, their voices were better and she took a minor part along with being part of the entourage, they did allow her to understudy for the role of Velma but we knew it was unlikely she be asked to step in, that lead role was played by a local artist who had appeared in several on-and-off Broadway productions.
The rehearsals ran a few nights a week until just before opening when they changed to nightly and weekends. During the whole period she would dance around the house and sing the various numbers. She was shocked to learn that I knew numbers, I had seen Bebe Neuwirth on Broadway in New York. My singing voice is awful and my dancing not much better so other that being aware I was of no artistic assistance. She didn't get to stand in but over the two weekends the show ran it received great reviews and everyone we knew claimed she was the best one on stage. She did stand out so well in her part on the Cell Block Tango scene (He had it Coming) that the producer asked if she would be interested in performing in his next production. Most of her family attended at least one production. I attended them all. When my director learned of her participation, he purchased a block of seats for all his staff and their significant others.
Janet had also employed her part-time to teach the advanced classes at her studio. Camille was animated, engulfed in dance and on stage, she was very happy, and so was I.
After the final show the cast had a celebration, spouses were invited, Camille's outfit could well have been one from the show, a black miniskirt with an asymmetrical hem and a fishnet top that had two strategically placed swatches of lace that obscured, but only slightly, her tiny nipples, and her usual stilettos. Because of the cast competition the majority of people at the party were female, none more alluring than Camille, and none were gathering as much attention from both the men and women alike. I knew that several of the female cast were lesbians, so it wasn't unexpected that Camille was receiving a lot of attention and advances from both genders. She was drinking more than usual and by midnight she was slurring her words drunk. She kept falling off her heals so I finally suggested that she remove them.
She looked around the room, walking in a slow circle, based on her next action I presume if was looking for a place to sit, there weren't many in the backstage areas. Not seeing what she was looking for, she sat on the floor and drew one ankle to her other knee to begin to unstrap her shoe. The result of this action was a wide spread of her legs and a very open display of her panty less crotch. Before I could step in to assist Rachel, an Hispanic member of the cast, who also one I had suspected to be lesbian, dropped to a knee between her legs.
"Need some help there Cami?"
"I guess I do, what for"
"Taking off your heals?"
"Oh yeah, I fell."
"You did seem to be having some difficulties."
"It sucks being short, I wish I was tall like you... And so beautiful...Oh, you have such big tits."
"Well thank you, you are very pretty yourself, and I am glad you like them."
"I do, eeeeverybody likes them. I bet you get motorboated a lot!"
"No, not really, can I help with the shoes?"
"Yes please." At that Camille extended both legs flat spread wide on either side of Rachel, completely exposed.
"I must say you have a beautiful vagina."
"My husband likes it a lot, he is always playing with it, sucking on it, or putting something in it, I like him to do that, he makes me cum every time."
"Well, I can't say as I blame him, that sounds like fun."
I couldn't believe this conversation was taking place with me standing less than a foot away. Camille was right about Rachel, she had great tits and they seemed to defy gravity standing our firm from her ribcage, large dark brown areola and thick protruding nipples set at the very peak, we used to call them torpedo tits. Their costumes left little to the imagination, that's how I know. Rachel was tall, around five nine, with a deep hourglass figure, large hips with a dancer's legs, her jet-black hair fell to mid back and her eyes equally black, deep olive complexion with an oval face, she was pretty, more exotic than pretty, but like most Latina women, exuded sexuality.
Rachel twisted to her left and removed Camille's right shoe, then to her right to remove the left. Holding both shoes in one hand she reached them out for me to take, her other hand slid the length of Camille's leg and across her vulva, she curled two fingers into Camille's cunny and brought them to her mouth to lick them clean. Humming to express their deliciousness. I was too stunned to say a word, simply taking the shoes with my eyes and mouth wide open.
"Camille giggled and said, "I guess you really do like my pussy?"
"I like how it looks, and the first tasted was wonderful, I would a little more sample to say definitively."
With her legs still splayed in response Camille reached down and spread her lips with her index and middle fingers exposing the opening. Rachel took the hint and took another dip, twisting and turning her fingers before removing them to get the next taste. I was mesmerized and still had not said a word when Jason, one of the openly gay male cast members, yelled out. "Really, ladies, get a room."
I helped Camille to her feet as Rachel stood to hers. Rachel looked at me and asked, "Do you share?"
Again, I was at a loss for words finally whispering, "I don't know, I never have."
"When you decide, call me, I would love to have a better taste, you look pretty tasty too." After which she turned and walked away swaying her hips like a runway model.
Camille looked up at me and said, "I think she wanted to have sex with me."
"I know she wanted to have sex with you my love, we all want to have sex with you."
"Are you going to have sex with me when we get home?"
"If I can wait that long."
Camille stumbled as we tried to walk out, I was carrying her suitcase and shoes already, after her third stumble I picked her up and carried her as well. She was asleep in my arms before we reached the door. I buckled her into the back seat and drove home in silence, shocked and incredibly turned on. The twenty-minute drive home did little to relieve the swelling in my pants. After bathing the semi-conscious Camille, I place her nude body on her side of the bed and covered her with the sheet, then I took a cold shower attempting to drive down the erection that would not wane. Approaching our bed, I noticed that Camille had kicked off the sheet and rolled to my side with her perfect butt hanging over the edge. Kissing her check and telling her I loved her, I bent to scoop her up to shift her back to her side, one arm just below her shoulders and the other at her knees. When I picked her up her midsection fell causing her exposed womanhood to fall directly onto my still upright manhood, it slipped forward between her legs, sliding over her passion button as it passed. She looked up, smiled and said, "are you teasing me or what?" returning immediately to slumber.
I lifted her a bit higher, twisted my hips until I had the right alignment, and slowly lowered her onto my staff. A few bounces was all I needed before flooding her grotto with my sperm. We both slept like babies. At breakfast she apologized for getting to drunk and for being such a lousy lay, I told her that even passed out she was a great lay.
"I am glad you enjoyed it, I don't remember if I did."
