“Hurry up, Aatos, we’re already going to be late for the show!”
Aatos and Cethaz were dressed up in their finest clothes, making their way through one of the roads in the forest where they lived.
“I’m still not sure why you want to go to this sexy stage show. Isn’t it a bit weird going someplace like that when you’re married?”
“Oh, it’s not that strange. Besides, there are lots of female performers there, too. Don’t you want to see Virpi up on stage?”
Aatos dodged the question. “What exactly are the performances going to be?”
Cethaz grinned from ear to ear. “Oh, I’m sure that it’ll be the hardest, hottest, most explicit action imaginable. Remember, this is put on by the priesthood of Satelmi, and I’m sure that they have wild orgies there all the time.”
Aatos looked unenthusiastic. “Keep in mind that my coming along was a compromise- I’m just being a chaperone for you. You wanted to have us perform on stage and I said no way. I know that having sex in front of other people is something you’ve been begging me to do ever since Virpi walked in on us but I’m not interested.”
“But we would blow the audience away with our passion…”
“Cethaz, that’s a line that I’m not going to cross. Plus, I have no idea how a room full of elves would react to seeing a dwarf having sex with an elf- I know that everyone has been very nice to us but you never quite know where people draw the line. Look, Peachie, the temple’s right up ahead.” Aatos pointed to a clearing in the forest; a tall building with three steeples and sloped roofs stood there.
“D-don’t call me that name in public!” Cethaz cried.
“Why not?”
“It’s so… soft-sounding. I don’t want anyone else to hear it, you can just call me that when we’re… alone, because it’s sweet then.”
“But we’re speaking Dwarvish- the elves aren’t going to understand. And you’re wearing that sexy dress- why would you be fine with that and sensitive about… that nickname?” Cethaz had adopted elven clothes since moving to Suoveli but her idea of fancy dress was a bit unorthodox; her costume was like something a barmaid would wear but nicer, with a plunging neckline that showed off a lot of her cleavage.
“I can be strong and sexy at the same time! You can see that I’m tough from the scar on my neck, and my arms are really big. But it’s hard to look tough when you use… that name.”
By this time, they had almost reached the door; there still was no one in sight. Aatos suspected that they were a little bit late.
Cethaz composed herself. “Let’s go in, Aatos.”
“Isn’t that the back entrance?”
“Oh, I’m sure that it won’t matter.”
Cethaz opened the door and led Aatos by the hand. She dragged him forward and they were both quite shocked to find pews of elves staring back at them; they had managed to stumble on the makeshift stage in the temple’s main chamber. They both saw people that they knew in the audience; Aatos tried to turn back towards the exit but Cethaz grabbed his hand to stop him.
She looked at him with green puppy dog eyes. “Please, honey? Could we… perform on stage? It would mean a lot to me…” He looked down at her pleading face, and then looked a little further down to her heaving bosom.
A bead of sweat broke out on Aatos’ forehead. He was conflicted about “performing” in front of all those people but his little Cethie could convince him to do anything when she looked at him like that.
“Oh, all right. But nothing too out of the ordinary, okay?”
Cethaz’ face lit up. She immediately broke into character and switched to speaking Elvish, a language that she had never quite mastered. “Oh, my love, this seem like such a quiet and secluded place! No one can see us love making here! Take my breast in your hands and have your way with me!” The two of them had never talked to each other in Elvish when they made love before, but Cethaz wanted the audience to understand what they were saying.
Aatos kicked off his shoes before he grabbed her chest from behind, and she moaned with ecstasy. She’s really hamming it up for the audience, he thought to himself, but I don’t mind. He pressed his hands onto her breasts before sticking one of them down Cethaz’ blouse, and she cried “Oh, you’re so rough!” Aatos stuck his tongue in her mouth and moved a hand to her crotch, dipping it below the hem of her skirt to caress her through her panties.
“Oh yes, keep doing that, ah-”
Cethaz found that she was enjoying doing this in front of so many people- it was exciting for reasons she couldn’t quite understand. She saw Virpi, the priestess who they were friends with, in the front row, and she had a strange look on her face. Cethaz couldn’t tell if she was excited or dismayed, but her view of Virpi was broken by Aatos swirling her around and sticking his tongue in her mouth. She responded by twirling her own tongue around it, and throwing her strong arms around his back before she removed his shirt and revealed his slim but wiry torso.
After she had gotten his shirt off, she took a good, long look at his chest before she tossed it backwards, into the audience, and said to him, “How about you start making me nude?”
“My pleasure, honey.”
Aatos undid the ribbons at the front of Cethaz’ blouse and pulled the entire thing over her head, leaving her in her underwear. She was wearing a tight bra and thong panties; they were both bright red. Cethaz was excited; the feeling of having so many people around her admiring her body made her start to feel moist. She could see lustful expressions on many of the men in the audience as they looked at her; she also noticed that some of the women were gazing at Aatos with stars in their eyes. But they could only watch- the two of them were off limits to everyone else, and made her feel even hotter within her loins.
Her husband was a bit less confident. Aatos was quite nervous, but he still went along with it. He did find his wife as ravishing as ever in her undergarments, though- he felt himself grow erect as he observed her large, tan bosom, her wide hips and her thick, muscular thighs.
“Oooh, I see something grow in your pants!”
Cethaz took her hand and stroked his erect member through his pants; then she rubbed his crotch with her buttocks, and Aatos started to dry-hump her. He put her hands on her back and began to unclasp her bra; when he had finally undone it, he removed it from her and dropped it onto the floor.
Cethaz’ bare bosom was bouncing in front of everyone now, and she was thrilledBut she had to do something else; she turned around and brought Aatos’ pants down to his ankles in one quick motion. His erection almost hit her face as it popped out; she stuck her tongue out and started licking the shaft back and forth, closing her eyes and savoring the feel of his hardness. Cethaz moved her tongue to his head and rotated around so she was facing him; she then took the head in her mouth, sucking on it with a gentle motion as her tongue circled it.
Aatos was in heaven. He had nearly forgotten about all of the people staring at the two of them; all that was on his mind was his lover and the jolts of passion she was sending through his body. “Ohhhhh, Cethie, that feels so good, keep doing that…” The tingling in his penis grew stronger as she took more of his penis into her mouth. Cethaz put her hand around his length as she nodded her head back and forth, pumping her fist around it to stimulate him even more. Then she removed her hand from him and started to move her mouth all the way down to the base of his penis, making sure that she rubbed every part of it.
“Ceth, I… I think I’m going to blow my load in your mouth… ahhhhhh…”
She took his penis out of her mouth and stood up in front of him. “Oh honey, there’s one clothing you still have to take off me…”
“Turn around, Ceth- I want to grab that hot little butt of yours in that thong before I take it off.”
Cethaz moved her bottom in front of Aatos and he took it in both of his hands. She shivered as he squeezed it; she was quite damp already but he was making her even wetter. “Oh yeah, that feels soooooo nice… but I got something really special for you now.”
She made sure to face the audience before she moved her panties down her legs, just a little bit at a time. She heard several gasps as her pubic hair came into view- she guessed that most of them had never seen a typical dwarven-style bush before- and by the time that she had removed them, Aatos was embracing her from the side.
“Oh honey, what do you want to do now?”
“Get down on your knees and go down on me.”
Aatos did as she suggested and put his mouth between her legs, sticking his tongue upwards through her opening as Cethaz moaned his name. He tasted her nectar flowing out of her as he licked her flower, and grabbed her buttocks as he licked her deeper and deeper. “That feel so good, honey…” She put her hands on his head as he went down on her, pressing her fingers against his reddish-brown hair.
Cethaz nearly screamed as he withdrew his tongue from her crevice and moved it onto her clitoris. He twirled it around her hot little nub, bringing her closer to her orgasm with every orbit around it, making her tear up with ecstasy before she hit critical mass and exploded, shrieking his name as she hurtled off of the edge.
After he was done pleasing her, Aatos got up and held her in his arms. “How are you going to finish me off, Cethie?”
Cethaz got down on the floor and onto her hands and knees. “Take me from behind with your hardness, darling.” Her long, blue-black hair flowed over her tan back like a waterfall as she looked back at him.
Aatos got behind her and took his maleness in her hand and positioned it at the back of her womanhood. They didn’t do this position very often but he guessed that she wanted to do something a bit more theatrical so the audience could get a good look at them. He made sure that he was careful as he nudged himself further into her; Cethaz sighed with passion as he began to thrust inside her.
By this point, Aatos had gotten used to performing in front of the audience; he had noticed that Virpi in particular was paying very close attention. He wasn’t uncomfortable in front of the audience anymore, but he remembered a little something that he wanted to do.
“Oh, Peachie, you’re so good!”
Cethaz froze for a second. How could he say something like that! He knew damn well that she didn’t want him to call her that in public. And he called her “Peachie” in Elvish, too… since they had started performing on stage, she hadn’t felt one bit of embarrassment, but now that he had blurted out her special name, she was totally humiliated. But as she felt him moving inside her, she got so hot and wet, feeling a wave of ecstasy approach, and reached climax soon afterwards.
Well, that was amazing, she thought, but she was still mad at him for saying her nickname in front of all of these people. I’m still going to give him a good talking to after we’re done…
“Oh, Peachie, Peachie, Peachie… I think I’m going to come inside you…”
Okay, so now it was clearly intentional on his part. Ooh, she was so angry… but as he cried out the dreaded name, her walls tugged against him again, and she felt more wetness flow out of her, until she reached another peak. Cethaz clenched her teeth as her entire body trembled with passion, and after her second orgasm had subsided, she wondered…
Was it just a coincidence that she was coming so soon when he cried out “Peachie”? Was she getting off on the embarrassment? She tried to steady herself on her hands until she heard him cry out,
“I… I love you, Peachie!”
And then she nearly collapsed as another orgasm hit her, and she knew that it wasn’t just a coincidence. Oh, the irony; having sex in front of an audience was her idea and Aatos was embarrassed, but now she was the one getting humiliated, and she loved it!
Meanwhile, Aatos knew that he was nearing his orgasm, as he had felt that little tingle deep inside himself that meant that he was going to release himself. He normally wouldn’t do something like this, but he wanted to put on a show for the audience, so he flicked her long, flowing hair to the side, pulled out of her, and ejaculated all over her back.
“Ohhhhh, Cethie… you were so great, I love you so much…”
Cethaz still felt a little mad at Aatos but the fact that he had brought her to orgasm four times offset that a little bit. “And I love you too, my honey.” She gave him a sweet kiss on his lips and then they got up and took a bow to thunderous applause from the crowd.
“Could I talk to you two outside?”
Cethaz noted a bit of anger in Virpi’s voice. She and Aatos had gotten dressed and were about to take their seats in the theater, and she didn’t know what exactly the priestess was thinking.
The three of them left the temple and Virpi said, “What the hell were you two doing? We… we were just going to do some sexy nude dancing! How are we ever going to top… that?”
Aatos looked at Cethaz. “You told me that the show was going to be the most explicit thing ever!”
Cethaz blushed. “I may have… how you say it? Jumped on a conclusion?”
“Aatos, I think we should talk about something.”
The two of them were lying in bed in their pajamas, sitting next to each other. Aatos was reading a book of dwarven poetry.
“What is it, honey?”
“I… I think that we should agree never to do anything like what we did tonight again. It was… exciting, but it was a little weird. I know that it was my idea, but it was so humiliating when you called me ‘Peachie’ in front of everyone- remember that time when we were making love and you had trouble breathing while you ejaculated?”
“Oh, I remember that. I ended up having a really long orgasm but it wasn’t fun at all.”
“That’s kind of what happened tonight. I realized that when you called me Peachie, it was exciting, but it still felt wrong in a way that I didn’t enjoy. I actually came three times when you were inside me-”
“Wait, really? That’s a lot.”
“Oh, it is, but it was still awkward and weird and a little scary. Could we just declare exhibitionism off limits from now on, honey?’
“Oh, of course, Cethie.” Aatos paused. “I also thought it was awkward because we had to do things that the audience would be able to see. I loved going down on you, but it wasn’t much of a visual spectacle…”
“Is that why you came all over my back even though you usually come inside me? I think it’s much sweeter when you don’t pull out.”
“Yeah, that was my thinking. I wouldn’t have done that if we’d been alone- coming inside you is when I feel the closest to you.” He hugged Cethaz tight.
Cethaz giggled. “I have to say, I did really like some of the pole dancing. You seemed to enjoy that redhead’s fan dance a lot…”
Aatos blushed a little. “She was quite talented…”
He closed his book and put it on the bedside table as he decided to change the subject. “I’m a little tired but could we just cuddle each other as we fall asleep?”
“That sounds great.”
Aatos put out the light and they held each other as they drifted off.
“Hey Aatos! I just got one of those dancing poles for our bedroom! Do you want to see me try it out?”
“Oh, I would love to watch you on that pole, honey. Maybe before we go to bed tonight?”
Cethaz spent the next few hours excited, having trouble waiting to give Aatos an incredible show. After a dinner of turnips and venison, she couldn’t hide her thrill as she led her husband by the hand up the stairs to their bedroom. “You are going to love this so much, Willow!”
“Yeah, I can’t wait.” Aatos smiled at her.
When they reached the bedroom, Aatos got onto the bed and put his head on his hands, watching his wife approach the pole. She was wearing her regular casual clothing, consisting of a shirt with buttons and some brown trousers. Aatos wondered what she was wearing under them- he was sure that she had slipped into the bedroom at some point to put on something sexy.
Cethaz stopped by the bookcase and adjusted the magical music box that was there; she put on a slow but sexy song that she often put on during intimate moments with her husband. Then she walked over to the pole and put her hand on it; her motions were hesitant as she made her way around the thin column, trying to get a feel for it. She was unsure if she would be any good at pole dancing, with her short legs and wide body, but it didn’t take too long for her to get the hang of it. She climbed the pole a bit and started shaking her bottom; she looked at Aatos lying on the bed and he was paying rapt attention.
He was enjoying this a lot; he looked on as Cethaz descended from the pole and unbuttoned her shirt to reveal a black bikini top. It was one that she didn’t wear outside the house much because her nipples stuck out a lot in it. Aatos loved her dancing; even though his wife didn’t exactly have a lithe body, she had a wild energy with her motions that he found very arousing.
He looked on as Cethaz stripped off her pants, revealing a somewhat conservative black bikini bottom. She tossed her pants at Aatos and her movements started to grow more intense; she began to grind against the pole and licked it just like she would go down on him.
Aatos felt himself growing erect. His wife wasn’t being subtle with her dancing (she pressed her breasts and buttocks against the pole a lot) but he couldn’t say that she wasn’t turning him on. He watched with amazement as Cethaz flipped herself upside down on the pole and spread her legs apart, only keeping herself up by holding the pole with her hands. After reversing herself, she stepped towards the bed and said “Are you ready for some action, Willow?”
“Oh, you bet I am.”
“Then get up on that pole yourself. It’s your turn.”
“Wait, what?”
Cethaz took him by the hand and dragged him up off of the bed and to the pole, much to his shock. He stood next to the pole in confusion as she made her way to the bed, her eyes aflutter at him.
“Come on, Willow, I’m sure you’ll do great! Don’t be embarrassed- you know how hot I find you!”
Aatos awkwardly unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it aside. He did have a wiry muscularity but he felt a little unsure about engaging in this kind of titillation. After some hesitation, he leapt up onto the pole and grabbed it, clasping it with his legs as he spun around it.
“TAKE IT OFF!” Cethaz shouted.
Aatos got down off of the pole and undid his pants; he was wearing some typical briefs, with his bulging erection quite visible underneath. He heard Cethaz catcall him as he twisted around the pole; he was more bothered by his inexperience with the pole than with Cethaz being Cethaz. Dancing in such a sexy manner didn’t feel natural for him but he wasn’t embarrassing himself by falling down or anything like that. When he and Cethaz had performed on stage, they pretty much did what they always did, but were a bit more theatrical. On the other hand, he’d never done anything quite like this before.
Aatos gyrated his hips and Cethaz squealed with delight; she knew he wasn’t that good at pole dancing but it didn’t matter because she loved bringing out this side of her husband. However, she decided that she had made him suffer enough. She sat down on the bed with her legs splayed and said “Okay, Aatos, that’s enough- now it’s time for the main event. Get on the bed.”
Aatos ambled over to the bed and sat next to her. He kissed her while moving his hand to her crotch and rubbing her through her bikini bottom. He opened his mouth to kiss her more deeply, and she flicked her tongue in and out of his mouth. Aatos rubbed Cethaz’ swollen pearl until she leaned back and moaned in ecstasy, and then, with a deft motion, he moved his hand over to her hips and untied her bikini bottom before he flicked it off and dropped it off the bed.
“Ohhh, Aatos… I want to strip you now…”
Cethaz put her hand beneath his underwear and felt around, first grabbing his bottom before she moved her face down to his stomach and licked it. She loved getting up close and personal with his abs; she had done such a good job of making him nice and strong. As she moved her tongue over him, she took his underwear and pulled it down to uncover his rock-hard erection.
“Mmmmm, I like what I see.”
Aatos pulled his briefs off the rest of the way and Cethaz pinned him down on the bed. It was easy for him to forget just how strong his wife was, but he was fine with her being dominant in bed like this. If she crossed a line, he would say so; she was very respectful of his boundaries, just like he was to hers. She started to press his penis between her strong, muscular thighs; she could feel his hard column quiver between them. Aatos said, “Cethie… could I make a request?”
“Sure, what is it?”
“Could you take off your bra? I want a nice look at your titties.”
Cethaz laughed. It was pretty rare for Aatos to use a word like “titties” but she liked it when he did. “Take a nice, long, look, honey.” she said as she undid her bra. Aatos watched as her bra fell to the side; oh, her breasts were so beautiful; they were nice and tan, large but still perky, and with lovely nipples that were just the right size.
“I… I want to suck on them, Ceth.”
Without a word, Cethaz lunged forward and pressed her bare bosom onto Aatos’ face. She had a blissful look on her face as her husband’s mouth moved on her breasts; he started licking her left nipple as his hands moved onto her firm bottom. She had moved forward and her crotch wasn’t rubbing against his penis anymore, so she moved her hand behind herself and took his erection in her hand, circling it with her fingers and moving it up and down.
“Does this feel good, Willow?”
“Mmmph!”
Cethaz moved back a little to let Aatos speak.
“It… it feels incredible but I… I want to explore your body some more.”
“Oh, that’s fine, Willow. What do you want to to with me, honey?”
“I want to put my hands all over your hair.”
“Mmmmm, that sounds nice.”
She moved off of Aatos and knelt on the bed; her husband moved over to her and embraced her face-to-face while he caressed her long, silky hair.
“I know that you were in a very dominant mood, Peachie, but I wanted to do this so badly.”
“I don’t mind. Just let me get back up on top when we… finish each other off.”
Aatos moved his mouth to her breast as he continued to stroke her dark, silky tresses.
“Oh, Willow, that feels so nice, ahhh…”
Cethaz liked it when she let Aatos take the lead during foreplay; she loved how sweet and gentle his touch was. She sighed with delight as she felt him sucking on her breast and his fingers going through her hair. Her nipples were as hard as diamonds and she felt her crotch growing moist, but she was fine letting him take his time as he had his fun with her.
Aatos moved his mouth off of her nipple and said “Lie down on your stomach, honey, I want to massage your back.”
She moved down and spread herself face down on the bed, laying her head on a pillow with her hair spread out behind her. Aatos couldn’t help but take a look at how her massive breasts stuck out underneath her when she lay down like that. He put his hands down on her back and kneaded her soft skin though her hair; Cethaz gasped and moaned as she felt his hands on her. Then he moved his hands down to her bottom; Aatos noted that she was a little heavier than when they had first met but she was no less gorgeous. He pushed and pressed her wide but firm bottom and placed his erection between her buttocks. Then he moved his hands upward and cupped her breasts.
“Hey, I thought you were going to massage my back!”
“I got… distracted.”
“It always comes back to my boobs and butt with you, doesn’t it? Could you get off of me? I want to finish you off in a really special way and I need to get something.”
Aatos rolled off of his wife and she moved over to the bedside table and removed a bottle of lubricant from the drawer.
“I know how disappointed you were that I’m too short for us to pull off that 69 position, but I want us to do the next best thing. Since I couldn’t get your penis into my mouth very far with that position, I decided that maybe I could use my hands on you instead. Does that sound good?”
“Oh Peachie, that would be divine!”
“Now lie back on the bed and let me put this on you before we start.”
Aatos leaned back, lying face up on the bed, and Cethaz squeezed some liquid out of the bottle and into her palm. She enclosed her fingers around his trembling erection and moved her hand up and down on it, making sure to cover the entire shaft with the warm oil.
“Ahhhh, Peachie, I feel so good.”
“And you’re about to feel better. Let me get into position, sweetie.”
Cethaz moved so that she was on top of Aatos and facing his penis, while the junction of her thighs was just above his face.
“You can start now, Aatos.”
Aatos moved his face upwards and put his tongue on her soft, warm opening while Cethaz purred with pleasure. Her breathing quickened as she felt him tease her labia before going deeper within her. She almost forgot about pleasuring him before she collected herself and took hold of his hard, slick maleness. She used her other hand to feel those killer abs that she loved so much. Cethaz’ hand was slow as first as she moved it up and down on Aatos’ member, but she picked up speed and started moving faster as an electric feeling radiated through her nether regions. Then she felt her husband take her buttocks in his hands as he moved his tongue to her hot pearl, and she screamed his name as she felt her center shatter into euphoria.
Aatos leaned his head back a little as he heard her orgasm. “Peachie, I love you so much, keep doing what you’re doing.” She was stimulating him just how he liked, making sure to take her time and not finish him too quickly, and having her all around him made him so horny. He put his face back onto her sex and went back to exploring her inner walls with his tongue; he felt himself near his own climax as Cethaz worked on his length.
Cethaz was pretty sure that he was about to explode by this point; she moved her mouth in front of his penis and opened wide. She moaned as another orgasm exploded inside her; she pointed Aatos’ erection at her mouth as he shot his seed inside of it. He moved his mouth off of her and said,
“Oh Peachie, you were so amazing.”
She moved around so she was looking at him, and placed her head on his chest. “You were too, Willow. You are so good with your mouth.”
“I have to say, dancing on that pole made me feel a bit uncomfortable, but at least you enjoyed it.” Aatos said.
“Oh, I sure did.”
“You were great on that pole, honey. You took to it so fast.”
“Yeah, I guess that it’s a gift.”
“I bet you like the gift of getting multiple orgasms a lot better, though.”
“Oh, Willow, don’t sell yourself short, you’re the one who gives those to me.” Cethaz pulled herself up, hugged him and gazed into his eyes with a beaming smile.
“And the orgasms you give me are quite nice, too. Even though I only get those one at a time.”
“Hey, that’s not my fault.” Aatos noticed that Cethaz was having trouble keeping her eyes open; it looked like he had managed to wear her out once again. He yawned; he was quite tired, too.
“How about we just fall asleep together?”
“That sounds like a good idea to me.”
The happy couple lay down on the pillows and were soon asleep.