The spotlight went out as the crowd went wild, applauding loudly, shouting encore, encore. The house lights came up a bit and the waitresses and bartender began working again. Andrea took a quick gulp of her second double martini when Mr. Jacobs appeared.
"Ms. Andrea, I'd like to invite you backstage."
Taking his hand, she followed him up onto the stage and then through the curtains, toward the dressing rooms. He stopped outside one that simply said, "Marilyn," and knocked. He waited a moment and then opened the door for Andrea, closing it behind as she stepped inside.
Looking across the room she saw the elegant woman in white facing her. The woman reached up to her blonde hair, but Andrea quickly shook her head, "No, leave it on."
"Honey, I can..."
"Not one word," Andrea replied sternly.
"But I want..."
"Say nothing," she shouted, reaching her hand behind her and turning the lock on the doorknob. She then slowly walked toward the woman until she stood in front of her, just inches apart.
Andrea's eyes were about chin level, so she looked up into the woman's eyes as her hand slowly rose to rest on the woman's breast. Rising up on her tip-toes, she leaned forward and lightly kissed the woman's lips, letting her tongue lightly brush across the bright red.
She then grabbed her husband, and pulled him tight against her, kissing his mouth, his face, his neck passionately. He fought to maintain his balance in his heels as Andrea kneaded his 'breasts' and moved her hand over his ass. She then moved her hand to his inner thigh and slowly moved it upward, under his skirt. Feeling his erection poking out of the satiny panties, Andrea began to stroke him, sliding her hand over the soft fabric.
Looking back at his face, she growled, "On the floor."
"But..."
"Lay on the floor she ordered."
He bent over and carefully eased back onto the floor, while Andrea hiked his skirt up over his hips. Standing over him, Andrea looked down at the enormous tent his erection made in those soft panties. Pulling off her panties and stepping out of them, she bent over and grabbed the elastic waistband and pulled it over his hard cock, hooking the panties under his balls.
She then put one leg on each side of him and slowly lowered herself, grabbing his cock and guiding it into her as she came to rest upon him. Feeling the length of him filling her, she reached up and released the clasp on the front of his bra, letting the foam filling fall away. Andrea then took both hands and grabbed his nipples, pinching them hard, saying, "You bitch, you weren't fucking my husband..."
"Honey..."
"Shut up, I'm talking to her. You weren't fucking my husband," she said, sliding slowly up his cock, "you were my husband," she finished, falling back onto him. She reached up to his lips as she rose again up the length of him, and then smeared his lipstick, as she slapped herself back down on him.
Andrea began moving faster now, sliding herself up and down on her husband's cock, reaching her hand between her legs to toy with his balls as she touched her own clit. She ran her fingers over his balls, collecting a bit of her juices that ran down onto him and then rubbing her slick fingers over her clit.
Hearing him moan, she quickened the pace on her clit, quickly making herself come while his cock was still rock hard and buried deep inside her. Letting herself pulse over him she felt him grab her hips and pull her onto to him as she thrust himself as deep into her as he could. Sensing the warm flood of his cum, she leaned forward, crushing her breasts against him and kissing his face over and over again, unabashedly smearing his makeup over his face.
She remained on top of him, until she felt his cock slip out of her. Andrea then stood up and feeling their combined juices begin to run down her thigh, she carefully sat down in a chair, opening her legs wide.
"I've always wondered what it might be like to feel a woman go down on me. Come over here," she said to him.
Following her instructions, he moved over between her legs. Andrea looked down as a blonde woman dipped her tongue into her pussy, lapping up the mixture of her juices and their cum. The light tickling of the platinum blonde hair on her thighs was wildly exciting and she ran her fingers through the hair as she pulled her husband's face hard onto her cunt.
"Eat me you bitch," she moaned as she listened to the wet lapping sounds rising from her soaking pussy. She was suddenly engulfed in a wave, as her climax rolled over her, pulsing through the very depths of her. Leaning back in the chair, she wrapped her legs over her husband's shoulders, letting her feet run over the fabric of his blouse as the long, beautiful blonde hair tickle her thighs.
She made him continue until she came one more time, when she grabbed him and pushed him to the side. After catching her breath, she sat up again and firmly clasped his chin.
"I think things have suddenly changed for us."
Nodding, he went to speak but she put her finger to his lips, shaking her head.
"Look, this is how it should be. You continue singing here, but only if you tell me your schedule. When I want to be fucked by a woman, I'll join you in the dressing room, and you can fuck me like a woman. When you are home, and I want to be fucked by a man, you can fuck me like a man."
Smiling, her husband whispered, "Yes."
"And if either of us wants or needs something different, or anything more, we talk about it between ourselves, we work it out together." Looking intently into his eyes she whispered, "I think we surprised each other tonight, but," she grabbed his cock firmly and squeezed hard, "I think you'd still be surprised what I'll do with you."
He nodded his head, leaned forward and shared a kiss with his wife like he had never shared a kiss before. After their lips fell apart, she reached up and pulled off his blonde wig and kissed him again.
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