Things I Never Told My Wife
True confessions of a Shakespearean actor
Chapter 8
“I’VE GOT A GIRLFRIEND, Mom.” I couldn’t remember ever having to announce that to my parents. For two years, they drove me on my dates. For the next year I had to borrow their car for dates. They knew pretty much every girl I’d gone out with until my summer at theatre camp.
“I thought there might be something afoot when you went out to a party Tuesday night. No one we know was having a party.”
“Yeah. Cheryl’s folks had a big party and were kind enough to invite me.”
“Cheryl? You aren’t dating my best friend, are you?” my younger sister demanded.
“I don’t think so. Is your best friend named Cheryl?”
“Yes.”
“Does she live in Van Wert?”
“How would I have a friend in Van Wert? Dummy! She lives two streets over.”
“Well, then, I’m not going to be dating your best friend.”
“It’s still going to be confusing.”
“Anyway, Mom. The Connors have invited me over for Christmas Eve and since it includes a late-night service, they said I could stay in their guest room and come home Christmas morning. I thought, if you were okay with it, I’d bring Cheryl with me to introduce her.”
“Oh. Well, we don’t usually do much on Christmas Eve. We don’t even have any decorations since the fire. We’ll get a tree and some lights. I guess that would be okay. It gives us a reason to make the house more festive. You know, this house just doesn’t feel the same as the old one. Your father and I lived there for twenty years.”
“I know what you mean, Mom. Everything here is new. Why don’t I take Peewee here out and we’ll get a tree? How about it, squirt?”
“My name is Lisa. I’m fourteen years old and it’s about time you started using it. Got it, Bud?”
“Got it, Lise. Let’s go get a tree.” We borrowed the family station wagon so there would be someplace to put the tree. I couldn’t figure out how to carry one in the rear-engine Corvair.
I’d told a little Christmas lie to my family. And I didn’t feel the least bit bad about it. Cheryl’s parents hadn’t invited me. In fact, there was no Christmas Eve service for the pagans. They were going to visit friends in Illinois for the weekend. And I didn’t intend to sleep in the guest room.
I was at Cheryl’s house at eight on Christmas Eve. In the morning. She hadn’t bothered to get dressed yet and met me in a big fluffy bathrobe. She left it lying in the hall as I followed her naked butt to her bedroom. We were all over each other as she stripped me down and dragged me into her bed. I was impressed. The dorm beds were called large singles. Cheryl’s bed was a full double. Her room had three white walls and one purple one. The head of her bed was up against that and looked almost like a theatre set with color-coordinated sheets and covers. She pulled back her coverlet, scattering stuffed animals all over the room. She crawled up on the bed and waggled her ass toward me.
“I’ve been fingering myself all morning. Stick it in and fuck me!” I got up behind that beautiful butt and slid easily into her hot tight channel. Oh, God! It was as good as I remembered from last weekend. So slick and smooth. I reached around her waist and got a finger on her clit. Cheryl loved it and started bucking against me. We didn’t feel constrained by thin walls or parents so we were pretty vocal, though no words were part of the groans, moans, whines, and near screams. She collapsed forward on the bed and I followed, not wanting to be dislodged from that insanely incredible pussy. I managed to lift my weight on my arms a little and put kisses all over her back and shoulders as I continued to press up inside her. It was just so good.
“I’m so glad you’re on the pill,” I murmured. “I love making love to you.” She didn’t say anything and when I finally slipped out of her I lay down beside her. She looked at me with moist eyes and we kissed deeply for a minute.
“About that,” she sighed. “You know, last weekend we hardly knew each other and I wasn’t ready to explain. So, it was easier to just tell you I was on the pill.”
“You aren’t?”
“Don’t need them. See this?” She pointed to a tiny scar on her abdomen. Hell, my appendix scar was bigger than that and I hardly noticed it. I sure hadn’t seen this scar. She pointed to a matching one on the other side. “I don’t have ovaries. No eggs to get pregnant. I had ovarian cancer that prevented me from ever starting my periods. My breasts developed and I grew pubic hair and underarm hair but at fourteen, I still hadn’t started my period. My parents took me to a doctor who diagnosed ovarian cancer. I cried, not because I was afraid of dying but because I just knew they’d leave a big scar on my tummy in order to remove the tumors. My doctor understood and did an experimental procedure with laparoscopy. She was able to make two small incisions and remove the ovaries instead of cutting all the way across like most doctors would do.”
“Cancer! My God! Are you clear now?”
“Yeah. I lost a year of school during treatment. As well as my hair. But there’s been no sign of a recurrence since then. That’s why I’m a year older than most freshmen at the U.” I pulled her into my arms and just cuddled her while I petted that long, beautiful blonde hair. It was like silk beneath my fingers.
“You’re incredibly brave,” I whispered. “I don’t know if I’d survive something like that. I mean, like having both my balls removed? I can’t imagine it.”
“I understand if you want to break up with me,” she said. I could feel hot tears on my chest. “I can’t ever have children. You’ll want a whole woman.”
“Cheryl! Hey, look at me. I don’t care. First off, we’re still way too young to be worried about children. And secondly, if by some great chance of good fortune, we are together at an age where we do want children, there’s always adoption. I don’t really need to spread my DNA around. I don’t think it’s that great.”
“Really, Terry? You really still want me?”
“I think you are the sexiest woman I’ve ever known. I know from our class together that you are smart as blazes. And I know that even though we’ve only been together for a week, I’m falling in love with you.” That started the tears in earnest and she clutched me to her.
We didn’t spend the whole day and night fucking, but we did a lot of it. Now when I slid into her, I simply blessed the miracle that was her pussy. Christmas morning, I woke her up with the one I owed her, licking her clit while I fingered inside her pussy. She peaked quickly so I just kept going and she hit another high before she pushed my head away and ran to the bathroom.
“It’s very confusing to have my brother dating someone with the same name as my best friend,” Lisa said when we were sitting around our living room with hot chocolate and scones.
“Oh, I wouldn’t want to make it hard on you,” Cheryl giggled. “Tell you what. Why don’t you all call me CeeCee. That’s what all my friends in high school called me.”
“CeeCee?” I asked.
“Cheryl Connors. My initials.” And that was it as far as my family was concerned. She was CeeCee to us from that point forward.
It’s hard to believe that during a three-week vacation with a car available, we only managed to have sex twice in the first two weeks. That’s when we both told our parents that we were returning to school on January second. I needed to be there for rehearsals, I told my parents. CeeCee told hers she wanted to get ahead of the study curve for the second semester because she was carrying a heavy load. We both lied. As soon as we got to campus, we went to my room and screwed our hearts out for six days. On the seventh day, my roommate got back. CeeCee said hers got back the day before.
“Terry, I have to say something and it might sound harsh.” This was it. I just knew CeeCee was going to break up with me. I hung my head. “Everybody is getting back to campus and classes start on Wednesday. If you don’t want to be with me any longer, I understand. We only agreed to the break.”
“But I do want to be with you!” She smiled at me and we kissed again.
“I’m glad, but that comes with a condition. I… My last boyfriend cheated on me. I discovered I don’t have any tolerance for that. It was last February, just before Valentine’s Day. Let’s just say the scene I made in the hall at school is now legendary. And after that, no guy would date me and I never went out here on campus until I met you that fateful night.”
“God! That’s terrible. Not just that the guy cheated on you, but that no one else would ask you out.”
“Well, it wasn’t the worst thing that could happen, I guess. I’ve had more sex with you this week than I’ve had all the rest of my life. And I love it. I think I love you, but don’t panic. You don’t have to say anything like that back to me. Anyway, what I’m trying to say is… It’s… I know you said you hadn’t had a steady girlfriend in a long time but you’ve had a lot of dates and a lot of sex. If I’m not enough for you, please break up with me. And do it before you go with anyone else. Please, don’t cheat on me.”
“CeeCee, you’re the most amazing girl I’ve gone out with since my sophomore year in high school. I know it sounds like I’ve had a lot of relationships, but I don’t want anything now other than to be your one and only. I promise you, I won’t cheat on you. Just… If you come around the theatre, we’re a pretty touchy-feely kind of group. I think that’s pretty common with all theatre troupes. At least those I’m familiar with. If you see me hug a girl or even get a little kiss when I’m with theatre people, it doesn’t mean I’m cheating on you. I don’t want a relationship with anyone but you. Can you accept that?”
“Yeah. It’s not that I’m jealous of friendships or of what actors do. I know I’ve had a couple of guy friends that I always greet with a hug and a little kiss. But… I think you know what I mean. Save your love… and your loving for me.”
“Ditto.”
I got cast in the first show of the semester. It was just a bit part but I still had to be at rehearsals and take my turn helping out backstage. There were a million props for this show and I asked CeeCee one night if there was any way she could help backstage. The props mistress was going crazy trying to keep them organized.
“I didn’t want to, you know, invade your turf. But if you really want me, I’d love to help out.”
“Well, we won’t have much time together, but we can at least catch dinner and walk home together.” CeeCee’s face lit up like a Christmas tree. She threw her arms around me and kissed me so hard I lost the feeling in my lips. My roommate was gone for the weekend and we celebrated in my little bed any time we weren’t on call.
CeeCee got really good at saying, “Put that back on the props table where you found it!” Actors kind of have a habit of picking up props while they’re waiting for cues backstage. When the cue comes, they put the prop down wherever they happen to be standing and the person who needs the prop in the next scene can’t find it.
It wasn’t just props, though. She caught the attention of quite a few people, including the director of theatre.
“Who is that gorgeous work of art?” he asked when he saw her. Everyone nearby looked the direction he was looking and it was obvious who he was talking about. Five-six, shaped like an hourglass, long straight hair so blonde it was almost white. Her skin-tight jeans and sweater didn’t detract from her good looks at all.
“Ah… That’s my girlfriend CeeCee. She likes to help out backstage so we can see each other after rehearsals and performances.”
“I suppose she has a squeaky little voice that would grate on my nerves,” he sighed.
“No. She’s got a lovely voice. Actually, kind of melodic, now that I think about it.”
“Reichert, you might have just proved your worth to the theatre. I want her to audition for The Tempest next month. Make sure of it.”
“Oh. Um… I’ll ask her.”
“Are you serious? Shakespeare? What is he? Crazy? He must have a hundred actresses who have experience. Why does he want me?”
“I think you sparked his imagination as Ariel, the sprite. You do kind of have that otherworldly vibe.”
“What are you saying?”
“That I think you are simply out of this world. I can tell him I tried but your answer was no, if you want me to.”
“I’ll read for the part if you think I should.”
“Just be careful around Julian. I think he’s had affairs with students before.”
“Not interested. If I get on stage, he stays in the audience. I swear to you, Terry. If he makes a pass at me, I’ll walk off the show. Just like that. I’m no starstruck teen and he’s no Hollywood producer. Just make sure he knows that.”
“I’m not sure how I’ll get that message to him, but I’ll figure out a way.”
I figured it out. I was gossiping with the AD who had been my stage manager for the show last fall. She was asking me if I was planning to audition or to work tech crew.
“I love doing Shakespeare. I’d prefer to be in the show but if I’m not cast, I’ll be happy to work anyplace else.”
“Well, if your girlfriend auditions, Julian is sure to cast both of you.”
“She’s planning to audition but she’s a little skittish.”
“What about?”
“Well, she knows we’re a little more open about hugging people in theatre and even kissing a friend, but I think something happened last semester and a professor made a pass at her. Now she’s on the defensive with every prof in the school. I overheard her tell someone that if Julian made a pass at her, she’d walk off the show even if it was opening night.”
“God! Julian would have a cardiac and he’d throw you out with her!”
“If this is the kind of place where a director makes a pass at an actor’s girlfriend—or any cast member for that matter—then it’s the wrong place for me anyway.”
We both got cast. CeeCee, indeed, was cast as Ariel. I think Julian was having a bit of a snit on me because he cast me as Caliban. I didn’t mind. It’s actually a good part even though the costume and props made me look as hideous as CeeCee looked beautiful.
And by the end of the production in May, we were both established as part of the theatre group and we pledged Alpha Psi Omega, the National Honorary Dramatics Fraternity. CeeCee was focused on her English major but I was majoring in theatre. I thought I could pick up a minor in English, though, so we continued to have at least one class together most of the way through college.
Just in case you haven’t figured it out yet, CeeCee was my girlfriend all through college, including the fateful night Wendy showed up at my door and CeeCee sent her away permanently. By that time, I’d truly fallen hard in love with her. And she returned the sentiment. When we went home on breaks, our parents didn’t even ask if we were sleeping together. We were together in either her bed or mine.
But after the little episode with Wendy, I detected a slight change in CeeCee. “She’s cute,” CeeCee would say pointing at a new ingenue in a cast. “Yum. Wouldn’t you just love to have her for lunch?” she said pointing at a girl across the cafeteria. It got to a point where I had to talk to her about it.
“Honey, can I ask you something?” I felt so meek and didn’t know why.
“Of course, sweetie. When have we ever not been able to talk about anything?”
“Well, I was wondering. You have been pointing out a lot of cute girls lately. It feels like… I mean, are we okay? It feels like you’re trying to see if I’ll cheat on you and I told you I wouldn’t. So, I’m trying to figure out if you want an excuse to break up with me.”
“Oh God, Terry! No! I love you like crazy and I don’t want to break up with you and I don’t want you to have an affair. I’m sorry. That wasn’t what this was all about at all. I’m sorry.”
“CeeCee, I just needed to know we were okay and that you are okay. I wasn’t sure you even knew what you were doing. You just told me I could talk to you about anything. The same goes for you. Is something on your mind?” I still wasn’t sure if everything was okay. I mean, sure some of the girls she pointed out were truly outstanding, but she’d also pointed out some unusual choices with comments like, “Would you look at that wild red hair! Wouldn’t you like to count the freckles on her face?” or “Don’t you just love that dark chocolate skin?”
“Terry, I’m… uh… You remember when that girl came to your room in a negligée? And I came in and interrupted things?”
“Have I not thanked you enough times for that? I couldn’t believe she stalked me all the way here. I was so afraid you’d see it and think I invited her.”
“One look and I could tell you hadn’t. You were carefully keeping your desk chair between you. No. It wasn’t that. I… um… stripped right in front of her and challenged her to do the same, remember? But she didn’t really need to strip because you could see everything right through that so-called nightgown. But the thing is… Do you remember how turned on I was right after?”
“Hell, yes. We had one of the best nights since we started dating. Are you saying Wendy turned you on?”
“Um… sort of. Not like I particularly want to seduce a woman myself but… I was thinking if we did it together, neither of us would be cheating if we both took a girl to bed with us. I mean… like… a threesome.” My mind immediately flashed to the last threesome I had and there was no way I wanted to join another guy in fucking CeeCee.
“You mean… you and me with…”
“With another girl. All three of us fucking together.”
“I don’t know.” I felt CeeCee’s hand stroking my cock which had become rather uncomfortably trapped in my jeans.
“Something likes the idea.”
“I guess the fantasy is a turn-on. I just don’t know how the reality would even work. It’s so surreal.”
“Imagine fucking me from behind while I eat her out.” My cock gave an involuntary twitch. I felt my zipper being lowered. “Now imagine fucking her while I straddle her face and she licks your come out of me.” Oh fuck! CeeCee had my bare cock in her hands and I could feel her slick the precome over the end. “Then think about lying on your back while I ride your cock and she presents her pretty little pussy to your mouth to lick while she kisses me.”
That was just too much. I pulled at CeeCee’s clothes and got her out of them as she finished stripping me. We rolled around in bed trying just about every position we’d ever tried until we had both come a couple of times and were stretched out exhausted petting each other and kissing.
“It’s a great fantasy, darling. We can share that anytime you want.”
“Would you like to really do it?”
“I don’t even know how you’d invite a girl into that kind of situation. I mean, what kind of girl could you ask, ‘Would you like to fuck my girlfriend and me some night?’ It just seems so crass.”
“Well, it is a nice fantasy. How about if we just see if anything turns up, okay?”
“Yeah. If you’re serious about wanting to do that, I’m game. But I’m not making a move on any girl without you.”
“You know, that’s part of what I love about you, Babe. Just part of it. There’s so much I love about you. Thank you for indulging my fantasy. Make love to me again. Just the two of us this time.”
It wasn’t until fall of our senior year that circumstances came together to make the fantasy a reality. Abigail Harris was a junior transfer student and easily one of the most versatile actors we had in the school. She was definitely going to make her mark on the stage and maybe in film. The first show she auditioned for at OU was Anything Goes and she landed the part of Hope Harcourt, the American debutante. Quite the ingenue role. In the spring when CeeCee was cast as Ophelia in Hamlet—and by some oddity I was finally cast in a title role—Abigail played Gertrude, Hamlet’s mother. Versatile.
You couldn’t really tell what her figure was like in most of her costumes, but in our ‘Stage Movement’ class she wore a leotard and the figure was all right there for everyone to see. Including CeeCee and me. And somehow CeeCee and I became her favorite companions to hang out with.
Our senior year, CeeCee and I had finally rented an apartment just off campus and lived together rather than in residence halls. We felt like we were married and talked about when we might get married. That’s a different story. The important thing here was that we had a small one-bedroom apartment with a large bed. The queen-size mattress and box springs sat on the floor and had no frame to squeak or headboard to bang against the wall. We tested that a lot.
We were at a cast party in February for a show we’d all worked backstage on. I worked as assistant director while CeeCee and Abigail worked in the costume shop. I went to get us beers in the kitchen of the apartment we were partying at and when I got back to the room where I’d left them, CeeCee and Abigail were in a deep kiss. It was sexy as hell. I just stood there and watched until CeeCee looked up at me. She didn’t even blush.
“Terry, Abby is a fantastic kisser. Come and kiss her.” I could tell right away what CeeCee was up to. Fantasy threesome was a favorite sex game we played. It looked like she was working on making our fantasy a reality. Abigail willingly came into my arms and I discovered CeeCee was absolutely right. She was a great kisser. When I pulled away from the kiss, I kept one arm wrapped around Abby’s waist and pulled CeeCee to me with the other for a nice kiss. It seemed like a natural progression for us to keep swapping kissing lips until we all managed to get our heads turned the right direction so we could all three participate in a tongue tangle at once. I was stiff as a board and leaking so much precome it was soaking through my slacks.
“You two are very naughty,” Abby said. “Just my kind of people.”
“We love being with you and playing little games like this,” CeeCee said. “I hope this won’t be the only time we do stuff like this. You are so sexy, it just turns me on.”
“Says the girl who could win a beauty pageant stacked up against all the other girls in the department. I’d… uh… be game for a lot more ‘stuff’ like this.” When I slid my hands down to cup the girls’ butts, I found Abby and CeeCee already had a handful of each other. We kissed some more and then laughed about trivial things while we drank our beers and cooled down a little. We’d already made a pretty good spectacle of ourselves and were a little embarrassed.
We didn’t rush home and go to bed with each other. Things just didn’t move that fast back then. At least, not for us. CeeCee and I were a little tipsy by the time we got home and we made love while CeeCee whispered in my ear. “Abby’s lips. Abby’s tongue. Abby’s ass. Abby’s tits. Abby’s puss.” We were both committed.
Two weeks later we had our opportunity. We’d all just finished our mid-terms and were in ‘the pit’ where theatre kids hung out. It was just a big area below the stage that we used as a greenroom during shows but just as a place to lounge around during the day.
“I need a drink,” Abby moaned as she plopped down next to CeeCee. CeeCee automatically put her arm around our friend.
“Why don’t you come over to our place? We’ve got Passport or Jack Daniels. There’s plenty of Coke. And what’s more, my lover here put a Crock-Pot of soup on this morning. We can have dinner and drink all we want to.”
“Don’t get so drunk you can’t get me home.”
“Oh, pick up your pajamas on the way and spend the night. None of us have anything to worry about in the morning.”
So, we stopped by Abby’s residence hall. I waited in the car while CeeCee ran in with her to ‘pack a few things.’ Then we headed to the apartment. CeeCee and Abby rode in the back seat. I caught a few little kisses in the rearview mirror.
Once again, we didn’t get home and fall in bed together. I fixed drinks and checked the soup. We sat on the pillows we used as furniture in the living room and drank as we talked about the exams.
“I didn’t have anything equivalent to that Theatre Experience class that’s required here, so I’ve been in it. It’s not like it’s a hard class, but he covers so much ground it’s a lot to remember.”
“I remember that class,” I said. “He doesn’t just give multiple choice questions on exams, either—they’re all essays. ‘Discuss the influence of commedia dell’arte on Shakespeare’s development of Two Gentlemen of Verona.’ And then you get fifteen minutes to write.”
“Yes, only I got The Taming of the Shrew. If you hadn’t attended his lectures, you’d never figure out what he wanted.”
I dished up bowls of soup and served them in the living room as we lounged on the cushions. There was only room for two at our tiny kitchen table. We ate and laughed but didn’t seem to be getting closer to bed. I poured us another round of drinks and when I bent over to hand Abby hers, she caught me around the back of my neck and pushed her lips against mine for a deep kiss. When we finished, CeeCee was cuddled up right next to Abby and got her own. I set the drinks down and hauled a pillow to the other side of Abby so I could get in on the action.
And that was all it took. We all knew what we were there for but needed just a little impetus to nudge us into action. By the time we were ready to move into the bedroom, our shirts and the girls’ bras were off or open. I nearly came when I bent to suck on one of Abby’s nipples and saw CeeCee looking at me as she latched onto the other.
Abby did come when CeeCee and I both got our hands in her panties. I scooped her into my arms and carried her to the bedroom where she recovered enough to take off the rest of her clothes.
“You didn’t tell me I was dessert.”
“But you’re so sweet and yummy, how could we resist?” Abby’s legs parted when CeeCee got her face down there. She reached for my cock and pulled me to her mouth. It wasn’t exactly the way CeeCee and I imagined it would be, but her mouth was fantastic. I thought she might be planning on me coming in her mouth but she pushed me away and pulled CeeCee over her face. That was a real sight to behold. The two girls in a sixty-nine and both rising fast.
I got the impression Abigail had done this before. She caught my cock in her hand again and through little tugs and pushes got me behind CeeCee over Abby’s face. I got that message loud and clear and sank into CeeCee’s pussy as Abby licked her clit and my balls. With so much happening, Abby came first. She was still at a higher plateau after her orgasm in the living room than CeeCee and I were. She redoubled her efforts on our joining and when Abby got her third come, CeeCee and I both exploded as well. Abby licked up the overflow and focused on CeeCee until my girlfriend had another. I slipped out and flopped back on the bed as CeeCee and Abby positioned themselves so they could kiss each other’s juices off their faces.
We held each other and laughed about who was corrupting whom. I ran back to the living room to get our untouched glasses and we sipped our Jack and Cokes for a while. Both girls had a hand on my cock as they kissed and I started responding again. Feeling this, they moved again and licked up and down my shaft until I was fully hard and ready to go again. They about got a reward when they French kissed around the head of my cock. CeeCee reached in her drawer and got out a condom. I’d almost forgotten about the condoms since we never used one. But a third party… well, better safe than sorry. As soon as I was wrapped, Abigail straddled me and CeeCee guided my cock into her.
Oh God! This was the first girl I’d had other than CeeCee in over three years. In fact, ever since I started college. It was definitely the tightest pussy I’d been in since fourteen-year-old Theresa at summer camp. She leaned forward to kiss me, barely accomplished because of the difference in our heights. After a few seconds she sat back up on me and pulled CeeCee to her lips. Then CeeCee moved over my head and settled her smooth pussy on my mouth to smear what was left of Abby’s saliva and CeeCee’s and my come all over my face.
I couldn’t see much other than CeeCee’s ass—which by the way, I’d look at any time of any day—but my hands were free and I knew the girls were kissing. I found a boob on each of them and started playing with their breasts and nipples. That’s the position we were in when I erupted.
That wasn’t the only time we made love that night. I woke up in the middle of the night to find we were in spoons with Abby in the middle. I managed to get a condom rolled on before I slid into her from behind while she fingered CeeCee. Nor was it the only time we ever did it together. In fact, we managed to get together half a dozen more times before graduation.
Abby was cast in the summer children’s production and CeeCee and I had decided to go on a summer theatre tour, starting with the Ivoryton Playhouse in Connecticut and working our way across the country to the Oregon Shakespeare Festival in Ashland. It took us all summer and then we settled in Minneapolis where I’d earned a spot at the Guthrie Theatre. CeeCee quickly got a job at the Walker Art Center next door. We saw Abby a few times after that but never to repeat our threesome. CeeCee and I were both satisfied and Abby moved on. Still, I sometimes think back on my first bgg threesome and find I’m rock hard and ready again.
Of course, I never told my wife about that.
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