I met Cynthia (Cindy), when we were cast in the same play as husband and wife. When I first met her at auditions, I thought she was stuck up, bitchy, and rude. I did not want to act with her. During a break at our first rehearsal, we bonded. We were both overweight, both had some PTSD from out work at local prisons, and both were quite sarcastic. We had twisted senses of humour and liked to hide our pain that way. We’d often play Truth or Dare (more truth than dare) and I learned we both liked to drink more than usual (bordering on alcoholism), and she revealed that she was unable to have kids due to a surgery when she was a late teen, which led to her drinking more.
Our characters on stage often just yelled at each other as her character got more and more drunk as the play went on. There was a lot of sexual tension on stage as the couple, which led to some off stage sexual tension as well. The week leading up to the show, we got our costumes. I wore a tuxedo (since the play takes place during a New Years Eve Party) and she wore a form fitting navy blue dress. Cindy was shorted than me and basically the perfect definition of buxom: big breasts (I’d guess HH cups), slim waist, and nice fat ass. Her dress was low cut giving LOTS of cleavage.
One time we were off stage waiting for our next scene and she was feeling bad for messing up her line and cutting off my joke line. She sat across from me, leaning over, letting her heavy hangers push the limits of the dress. I commented that her dress was nice.
“You just like looking at my tits,” she said.
I took a risk, “Yes, they are amazing. I’m saying that as your stage husband and as your co-actor.”
She stood and approached me. “Here’s how I’m saying sorry for messing up that line.”
She then took my head and placed it into her cleavage, rubbing my face in her boobs more and more.
The rest of the week of the run of the show was filled with lots of sexual tension and touching. She would sit in my lap, giving me an ample view of her cleavage. She would also rub my arm, leg, & crotch, while I would rub her shoulders, arms, and even traced her cleavage when no one backstage was looking.
After the cast party, we shared a cab (since we had been drinking), and she said she wanted to give me a kiss of thanks for being her stage husband. The small kiss held until we began making out in the back seat. We got to her place first and she asked if I wanted to come in for another drink. We got to her living room and she pulled out some hard liquor. We were already quite drunk, and our game didn’t even get to drinking since we were both so horny.
“Lets play real Truth or Dare,” she said.
“Ok. Who goes first?” I asked.
“You: Truth or dare?” I chose truth. “Other than your cock, what is the most sensitive part of your body that turns you on?”
I told her my nipples were very sensitive. “Truth or dare?”
“Dare… I want you to massage me.”
She turned around and I began massaging her shoulders. After a few moments I said its easier when its skin on skin. “Of course it is,” she said and took off her top.
“Truth or Dare?” she asked. I chose truth again. “What is your go-to foreplay?”
“With you?” I asked (Clearly knowing where this was all going). “Yes.” She replied.
“I’d start off my sucking on your nipples and worshiping your amazing breasts, then I’d make my way down and eat your pussy until you came.”
Both of our breathing had changed and I was sure she could feel my erection as my body pressed against her as I still massaged her. She reached around and took off her bra.
“Here’s more skin access,” she said.
I instantly reached around and cupped her breasts, teasing her nipples. She groaned in pleasure and leaned back. After a few moments of that, I shifted around to the front and laid her down on her couch. I took of my shirt and returned to her enormous breasts. I buried my face in them, kissing, licking, sucking them, teasing her nipples. She was beginning to writhe in ecstasy and grind her crotch against me. After a few minutes of that, I reached down and opened her pants. Helped me take them off while I sucked hard on one of her nipples. She had also taken off her panties and guided my hand to her pussy, which was dripping wet. I kissed my way down her body, stopping to lightly tongue the long healed scar from her surgery, and then kissed her inner thighs while taking a moment to admire her trimly shaved bush around her pussy.
I can’t remember what I said, but I do remember her saying, “Just eat me out already!”
I didn’t wait any more and dove in. Her pussy tasted great and the musk was enticing. Sucking on her nipples, playing with her breasts, and now eating her pussy are huge turn-ons for me, so my cock was rock hard and I was worried I would prematurely cum, without even touching my cock. I spent a long time on her pussy, alternating between light flicks of my tongue on her clit, to inserting my tongue into her pussy, to long licks up and town the lips. I began trying to spell out the alphabet with my tongue on her clit and lightly humming, and only got to E when she began thrusting again. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” she breathed out. I intensified my licking on her clit as I could sense her body nearing orgasm. I went faster and faster until she thrusted her pussy against my face as she came. I lightly sucked on her clit as she came and she reached down and grabbed my hair, pushing me even closer. I couldn’t get any closer so I sucked a little harder. She cried out “yes, yes,” as she continued to cum and her body shuddered. I continued to lightly lick as she came down from her orgasm until I could sense she was relaxing.
As she laid there in the afterglow, sweat glistening over her ample breasts, I got up and removed my pants and underwear in one move. My cock was out and I had only one destination. I came up her body until the tip of my cock rested against her pussy lips. She opened her eyes and looked at me. In one swift move, I entered her, causing her eyes to widen in surprise. I’m not well hung, so I appreciated the look of shock at my size. I grabbed both of her breasts and pushed them upward so I could lean over and suck on them as I thrusted inside her. I was never one to last long in the bedroom, and tonight was going to be an embarrassingly fast fuck. I could already feel the orgasm building in my cock. I began fucking her a little faster, letting go of her breasts so I could watch as they bounced freely with each thrust I did (another huge turn on for me). My breathing began to intensify, and she noticed it, so she reached up and pinched both my nipples at the same time. That was it for me. I did one more thrust and came inside her. My body vibrated as I swear my soul left my cock as I came. I shook and did a few more thrusts until I collapsed on top of her. She wrapped her arms around me and lowered my head to between her breasts as my afterglow began, and she was ending hers.
After a while, she began petting my head. “Good stage husband”
We chuckled at that and stayed that way for a while. Eventually, I got up, apologizing for not using a condom. She smiled and reminded me that she can’t get pregnant.
We got dressed and I kissed her goodbye as I left, taking a cab home. We never hooked up for sex again, but we often flirt online with chat. We also haven’t acted on stage again as she has taken a hiatus from acting, but the last time we chatted she commented that she has exceptional tongue skills, so maybe a blowjob could happen one day.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/efxdk6/truth_or_dare_with_coactor_mf
Come on, man. That engagement calls for an encore!