Mark wants to know what took me so long.

I stepped inside the house to see Mark on the couch, he was looking towards the door, and I assumed her turned around as soon as he heard the key in the lock. “What took you so long?” he asked me.

I smiled, “Well, we got to talking. Did you know that Malcolm is part of a local acting troupe?” I asked him.

“What? No, I didn’t,” he said. He was naked, and I could see his cock hardening as I spoke.

“Yeah, so auditions are going Saturday afternoon for their latest play. If I got the lead, I would be acting opposite him,” I smiled at Mark as I headed to the kitchen to finish dinner.

“Umm,” he began as he followed after me. “What kind of play?”

I laughed, “It’s about a young woman in the 50’s who gets involved with an older black man, and it’s a drama.” I could tell Mark was tense and wanted to say something but continued before he could speak. “It would be throwing me in the deep end into acting if I got it. There is, apparently, a nude scene.”

He blinked, “Wait so that you would be naked in front of the entire audience? Why?”

I looked over my head and smiled at him. “Well, the scene is a sex scene. So, I would have to be naked with Malcolm on stage, I would get into bed, and he would follow me. After a few motions, the lights go dark.”

“So,” his voice squeaked, “You would be doing a sex scene with Malcolm?”

I laughed, “Well yeah, kind of, but it wouldn’t be full on. It would just be us in bed naked, covered by a sheet. He would make some thrusting motions, and then the lights would go dark.” Mark’s cock was rock hard as I spoke. “I mean, it’s not like he would fuck me, but I suppose he could slip.”

“Slip?” my fiancé squeaked again. “But he would be wearing protection or something, wouldn’t he?”

I shrugged, “Probably not, I mean, condoms weren’t used a lot in those days, but even if he slipped, there is nothing to worry about, I mean, unless he cums really easily.”

I heard Mark moan and looked over at him. He was humping the air as he spoke. “But, he could slip into you?”

“I suppose, but don’t worry, I will make sure he wears a condom for the rehearsals, just in case,” I told him.

“Rehearsals?” he asked again, moaning.

I turned around and wrapped my fingers around his cock, gently stroking him. “Of course, we would need to make sure we had the right chemistry and that we were comfortable with each other naked, or it would ruin everything.” He was humping my hand as I spoke, moaning quietly. “So I suppose he could slip then, but it would be fine cause he would be wearing a condom.”

“But, he wouldn’t on the night?” Mark asked.

I shook my head, gently stroking him, “Nope, each night, and the matinees, he wouldn’t be wearing anything. I suppose if he was really excited, it might be risky. I mean, even precum can get someone pregnant.”

Mark’s cock throbbed in my grip, and his knees buckled slightly as he came over my forearm and onto my skirt. “Oh, is my little cucky excited over the idea that Malcolm could cum in me?” I asked. He shuddered more and came again, this time spurting furiously onto my top. I brought my arm up to my face and licked his cum from my forearm. “I think you like that idea. I think you like the idea of me potentially getting knocked up in front of a live audience by our sexy black neighbour.”

He blushed furiously, “Just promise me you will be as safe as possible,” he said.

I nodded, “I will. Also, should I put a calendar on the fridge and mark my fertile times?”

He moaned again, “Will you be fertile during the play?” he asked.

I shrugged, “I didn’t ask when the play was going to be on. Give me a moment,” I said.

I quickly pulled my phone out, searched for the play, and checked it against my period tracker. “Oh, closing night is my most fertile day.”

Mark fell backwards into one of the dining chairs, moaning and cumming over himself.

I smiled at him, “You trust me though, right? Even if you get off on the idea of our neighbour trying to get me pregnant in front of an audience?”

He groaned again, “Trying?” Mark asked.

I stepped a little closer and ran a finger through the cum on his stomach, and I brought it to his lips. “Of course. I mean, if you had the opportunity to knock up a woman a decade younger than you, wouldn’t you try?”

He sucked his cum off my finger as he groaned again, “You think he will try and get you pregnant?”

“Well, I don’t know if he will, but I will keep you informed through the cards. All you have to do to know what’s going on is open one of those envelopes,” I teased him.

“But then I won’t get my surprise,” he replied.

“Then, you will just have to trust me,” I giggled before turning back to making dinner.

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