Joyice Davenport, Stage Mother

It was rather loud backstage. Until Brenda, the stage manager, shouted, "Quiet, please!" All backstage sound stopped. Shockingly silent for a moment or two, and then the orchestra began the overture. The performers moved quickly to take their required positions in the wings... well, those performers scheduled to enter soon. The last dress rehearsal for the Coastal Players production of "Camelot" was underway.

I had been rather busy, but things seemed under control now. "Things" for me being costumes. A member of the small costuming crew, I had been making lots of minor fixes and adjustments until a few minutes ago. I was standing backstage, listening to the overture on the tiny, tinny speaker system in the green room. Suddenly, I felt someone's embrace from behind.

"Joyce! Tell me to break a leg!" came a whisper in my ear.

"Daniel, dear, it's only dress rehearsal," I whispered back. "But break a leg anyway!"

He gave me a quick peck on the cheek, released me from his embrace, and moved off towards the stage.

Daniel Martin is the tenor performing as Sir Lionel in our production. At 40-years-of-age he was a bit old for the role. But his youthful good looks, athleticism, and beautiful voice made it an easy fit for him. And somehow, he'd become my best friend in the company, despite our age difference.

I'm 72 you see, and merely a costumer. I wasn't used to younger company members noticing me. But Daniel had always been very attentive and friendly. I'm Joyce Davenport, and I've been involved with the Coastal Players for absolute ages, ever since my daughter, Nicole, got involved in the youth theater part of the company. Nicole was 41 now, still living and working in the area (she's a nurse). And she was in this production, singing as a lady of the court.

I'd been a bit of a stage mother... not the monster-type, like Mama Rose in "Gypsy." But I had been on hand to encourage Nicole through every show. So many shows, over the years. And I'd remained involved, even when Nicole grew up and hadn't time or inclination for every production. I was never on stage myself. I was a helper backstage, with sets and props and costumes.

Nicole has never married, and has had few boyfriends... and none recently, that I know of. She's quite attractive, in this stage mother's opinion. So, I'd fleetingly entertained the notion that she might link up with Daniel Martin. But I saw no sparks fly between them. Daniel might even be married... I didn't know if he was. And he paid me far more attention than he did Nicole.

The overture was ending and the show was about to begin. There was no particular reason for me to stay, but I enjoyed hanging about at the theater. And if I left, I wouldn't see Daniel again this evening. I do like his attention. It gives me a nice lift of the spirits. I busied myself tidying in the green room and checking on costumes yet-to-be-worn. At home, my husband John was likely just lounging and reading, so he wouldn't be missing me, yet.

My lingering earned me a reward when Daniel and others arrived in the green room. Not required on stage at that moment. As others claimed spaces on the old sofas lining one wall, or searched for their water bottles, Daniel came straight to me.

"Joyce! What a treat to see you still here," he smiled and squeezed my chubby upper arm. I'm well-padded, in that old-time grandmotherly way. Without actually being a grandmother, since childless Nicole is my only offspring. I've chubby upper arms, fat flabby breasts, fleshy tummy, lush backside. All yielding to the sagging demands of gravity and age. Yet it gave me a tingle to be touched by Daniel.

"Oh, Daniel! It really gives me a lift when you seem so pleased to see me," I smiled. "How's it going?"

"Rather well, I think," said Daniel, still caressing my upper arm. "Come, sit with me. There's a cozy spot in the corner."

He pointed to an old love seat on the opposite side of the green room from the rest of the sofas.

"I suppose I ought to be getting home to John," I said.

"You can spare me a couple of minutes, surely?" said Daniel, guiding me to the love seat. I waved at Nicole as we sat. She was crossing the room, likely heading to the toilets. She waved back with a smile.

"What does John get up to when you're here?" asked Daniel, laying an arm along the back of the love seat, more or less resting it on my shoulders.

"Reading, mostly," I said. "Occasionally something on television."

"Then you get home and it's all snuggles and cuddles for your two, I expect!" grinned Daniel.

"Oh, not so much these days. We're old folks, Daniel. Not up for much," I laughed.

"That's hard to believe," said Daniel. "If I had you all to myself there's certainly be snuggles and cuddles."

"Silly man!" I laughed, patting him on the leg and leaving my hand resting on his thigh. "I'm old enough to be your mother. It's my Nicole you should flirt with."

"More age-appropriate, I suppose, but it's you, Joyce, that I find so alluring and attractive," said Daniel, speaking softly and leaning into me.

"You flatter me so! I enjoy that, Daniel," I smiled, speaking softly in reply.

"Were you to move your hand higher up my leg you'd feel how I feel about you," Daniel whispered in my ear.

"Daniel! You naughty man!" I blushed and pulled my hand from his leg, clasping both my hands together in my lap.

"I thought you liked the flattery, Joyce," he said. "I thought you liked me."

"I do, Daniel. I like the flattery and I like you," I said. "I was just... surprised... at how forward you were."

"Forward because I honestly find you so physically arousing?" he grinned.

"You're very naughty, Daniel. And I don't believe you," I said.

"And I was offering physical proof, evidence of my arousal," sighed Daniel. "I'd better get ready to go on."

"And I'd better head home," I said.

We rose at the same time. Daniel embraced me and one of his hands "accidentally" squeezed my bottom.

"You're a treat, Joyce," he said.

"I'm happy you find me tasty," I blushed, surprising myself with such flirty talk.

"Bold, Joyce!" giggled Daniel. He gave me a quick kiss on the lips... he'd never done that before. We were both off in separate directions.

I found Nicole before I left the theater.

"I'm heading home, love," I said, giving her a hug. "Have a good evening."

"Love to Dad," she said. "Oh, you and Daniel seemed even friendlier than usual."

"He's a silly flatterer, is Daniel," I said.

"I think he's really into you, Mum. Really into you. He asks me about you all the time!" said Nicole. "Honest flattery! Lucky you." She smiled and waved as I headed for the back door.

It's only a ten-minute drive from the theater to my home. I couldn't stop thinking about his invitation to feel... oh, the proof of his arousal. What a naughty man! He'd left me feeling quite excited and special.

John was already in bed, reading a book, when I found him.

"How was it this evening?" he asked.

I was undressing at the foot of our bed, nightgown at the ready, clothes being hung up or put in our laundry hamper.

"All went well. The show seems in great shape. And Nicole sends her love," I said.

"That's lovely," said John.

"Oh, and my friend Daniel... he's in the cast. I've mentioned him before..."

"Yes," said John. "The young man who acts interested in you."

"Well, he was friendly and flattering, as usual. And quite forward, this evening," I said, blushing. I didn't keep secrets from John. And I wondered whether having another man, a younger man, expressing interest in me might inspire my husband's ardor. I was feeling rather sexy.

John put down his book. "How so?" he asked.

I was naked and had yet to unfold my nightgown to pull over my head.

"He said I was attractive and alluring... and physically arousing, if you can believe it!" I smiled.

"But you're too fat!" protested my husband. "I love you, Joyce, but you're not a slim, young beauty anymore."

"Well, I don't know about ... " I began, feeling crestfallen.

"Your breasts are too big, so they sag too much. And your bottom is frighteningly vast, my love. Oh, and having so much pubic hair isn't so popular these days," said John.

"How do you know that?" I asked.

"Men know these things," he shrugged. "But I do love you, my darling Joyce."

I felt annoyed and sad. Here I was being flattered by a younger man, and my husband was busily listing my physical flaws.

"Well, I told Daniel he was just being silly. And he suggested that if I were to slide my hand up his leg, I'd find proof of his arousal. I was so surprised!"

"You think he's really interested in you? In you? That way?" asked John, wide-eyed.

"I don't know. I'm old enough to be his mother! You're right, I'm not some cute young thing. But Nicole thinks he's really into me, too. I think he'd like to ... do things, sex things, with me! What should I do, John?"

"Join me on the bed, dear," said John.

"Let me just get my nightgown," I said.

"No, Joyce. I want you naked with me on the bed," said John. He was pulling off his pajamas.

"OK, love," I said, joining my husband, now naked himself, on the bed. I noticed his penis was getting hard.

"Are we going to have sex?" I asked. Passion for us old folks wasn't that frequent an occurrence, although I, myself, was feeling pretty sexy this evening.

"Yes, Joyce," said John. "Yes, please."

I took his penis in my hand and rubbed his erection as it grew harder.

"Is it what you're reading? Or did my telling you about Daniel inspire you?" I asked.

"I gather this Daniel is a good-looking fellow, and young," said John.

"He's 40, if you call that young," I said.

"Same age, more or less, as our Nicole," nodded John.

"And I'd say he's very good-looking," I said.

"Get on top of me and help me inside you," said John. "Are you wet enough?"

"Yes, John, I'm wet enough," I laughed. "In fact, I'm quite wet, down there."

"So, you're excited, too," said John. "I haven't been so excited in years, Joyce!"

I straddled my husband and guided his now rock-hard erection into my vagina. "Oh, darling! It's glorious to feel you inside me!"

"Fuck me, Joyce! Take me in deep," groaned John. "And kiss me!"

I kissed him and rubbed my breasts against him as we moved in rhythm together. My husband put his hands on my big bottom and kneaded my flesh.

"I love you, Joyce," he grunted, pumping fast and hard. "And I love thinking about another man desiring you, wanting to get at your wet, hairy cunt!"

"My cunt!" I gasped.

"My hard cock in your wet, hairy cunt!" he gasped.

"Your cock!" I gasped. We didn't use words like this.

Our intercourse was fast, vigorous, and almost violent in its intensity. I recall nothing similar since our wedding night! And, unusually, we climaxed together, during the act, with no need for any other extra stimulation.

In one another's arms after we'd come down from our sexual high, I said, "That was very special, John. Thank you."

"I suppose we should thank your friend Daniel," said John. "The idea of having another man, a young, handsome man, hot for my wife got me very excited."

"Isn't that crazy?" I said, pleased that I'd shared my experience with Daniel. "It got me very excited, too. I'm sure we'll sleep well tonight, darling."

"When will you see him again?" asked John.

"I don't know," I said. "Unless they need me at the theater for something."

"I hope they do, soon," said John. "And, when you do see him, encourage him."

"Encourage him?" I asked.

"About how much you like him, maybe how much you want him. Then come home and tell me about it... details... I want to make love with you like this again soon!"

"Me, too, darling," I said. I was not only feeling sexually satisfied, but thrilled at the prospect of flirting more with Daniel, and with my husband's encouragement and permission!

My opportunity came surprisingly soon. Nicole called me about 7:30, only a few days into the run of "Camelot."

"Mum! I told them you could get here fast. We have a costume emergency that needs fixing before curtain!"

"I'm on my way," I said.

"They need me at the theater, John!" I called into the living room as I grabbed my to-go sewing kit and sweater. "I'll be back as soon as I can!"

"Wonderful!" called John in response. "I'll be in bed, ready and waiting!"

Well, that was sort of a wild reply, I thought as I drove away from the house. I guess he hoped I'd see Daniel with enough time to flirt. And I could expect some rigorous lovemaking when I got home.

Only fifteen minutes to curtain when I arrived at the theater. And it was Daniel who needed the wardrobe help.

"Oh, Joyce! Great! I know you can take care of me properly," he said. His tunic had caught in a hidden zipper and split. Cast members were already deploying themselves ready to go. I caught Nicole's eye, too far away to hug, but we blew kisses to one another.

"I'm here to help!" I said. "Do you have time to change?"

"Not really, not with this damn zipper... can you stitch me up in place? Then do a more complete repair after the show?"

"Let's see what you've got," I said, kneeling in front of him. We were alone in the green room.

There was a ragged tear in the front of his tunic. And in a sensitive location, right by his crotch. I got out a needle and appropriate-color thread and set to stitching.

"I never thought I'd have you kneeling before me like this, Joyce," said Daniel. "The view of you from above is lovely."

I took off my sweater. I was feeling warm.

"And now I'm getting a fine overhead view of your chest and some cleavage!" laughed Daniel.

"I told my husband about how you flirted with me and he got quite excited," I said, working away.

"Excited good or excited bad?" asked Daniel.

"Good. After I told him how attractive you said I was, we had rather nice intimacy," I smiled.

"Ooh! Be careful there," said Daniel. "I'm afraid there's... a bit of a bulge."

My fingers had encountered something firm inside Daniel's costume. Something firm at his crotch.

"Oh, dear. I'll be careful," I said, blushing.

"With you so close, there's nothing I could do to... stop it growing," said Daniel.

"Oh, Daniel!" I sighed, being careful to let my hands brush against his firmness rather more than necessary.

"How are you doing? I wish we had more time. I'd ask you to give me a bit of a squeeze," he said.

"Just about done," I said. "There. I'm going to stand up, so, if you want another quick look down my top, now's the time." Goodness, but I was being forward!

Daniel helped me to my feet, holding both my hands. "Thank you, Joyce. You're perfection!"

He kissed me on the lips and hugged me, then put both his hands on my bottom and gave me a very purposeful squeeze. He sighed.

"See you soon, I hope. Tell your husband hello from this ardent admirer!"

And he was off, just as the overture ended. And I was off home feeling quite chuffed.

John, as promised, was already in bed, and naked, when I got to him.

"Tell me everything!" he begged, eyes bright. "Did you see Daniel?"

"I did," I said.

"Tell me!"

I took off my clothes and stood at the end of the bed, sort of posing for my husband.

"He likes my breasts, he said, and I encouraged him to look down my cleavage, because I was kneeling in front of him, repairing a tear in his tunic. Right by his crotch, where I encountered something firm inside his costume. He said he couldn't help it getting hard, with me so close. I think he really enjoyed peeking at my breasts."

"Oh, Joyce! How exciting!" said John. He was already masturbating himself.

"He said he wished we had more time, so I could give his... firmness... a good squeeze."

"Next time you must!" said John, panting. At this rate, he was going to climax before we'd even begun intercourse.

I crawled up the bed towards him. "Daniel kissed me on the lips and gave my bottom an unambiguous squeeze before he had to go on."

"He really wants you!" groaned John. "Oh, I'm getting close, Joyce!"

Above my husband's crotch now, I took him in my mouth and he removed his hand from his hard penis.

"That's it! Suck my hard cock, love! Swallow my cum!"

That's what I did, as I fingered my wet pussy. Once John had properly spurted into my mouth and down my throat, he wasted no time getting between my legs to lick me to climax. I confess, I thought about Daniel as John licked and sucked me. I thought about Daniel doing things to my wet hairy cunt (as my husband now called it), using fingers, tongue, and penis.

Relaxing in bed together after, John asked, "Do you think anything more might happen?"

"What are you asking of me, John?" I said. "Are you hoping suggestive flirting might turn into a real physical relationship? Between your fat old wife and the handsome young actor?"

"That sounds ridiculous, I know," sighed my husband. "But we've been married for almost 50 years. Nothing has excited me like this situation in all that time. I know it's strange."

"I feel the same way, John," I sighed. "I love you as much as ever, but my thoughts about sex since we started this are out of control."

"Do you like thinking about Daniel?" asked John. "Oh, my! I'm already getting hard again. The idea of you with Daniel is so arousing, Joyce."

"I think about him all the time," I said. "And it makes me want you more than ever. If you're getting hard again, I need you inside me."

"Oh, darling! On top of me?"

I mounted my husband. He was sporting an erection already! That had never happened before, even on our wedding night (my closest comparison of sexiness).

"Are you imagining I'm Daniel?" sighed John. "Right now?"

"I know it's you, darling," I said. "And you feel so wonderful inside me ... so, so wonderful."

"But are you imagining yourself on top of Daniel, fucking?" asked John. "That wouldn't be surprising, and ... dear Joyce ... I don't mind. I'm excited that this young man might be hard inside my beautiful wife! Am I a bad husband?"

"I love you being inside me, John," I said. "And anything that makes that better for us and more frequent is good by me."

"Imagining Daniel? Please do, I am," groaned John.

"Yes, dear, I'm imagining Daniel's young hard cock inside your wife's wet pussy."

"Oh, God! I'm going to cum again!" sighed John. "This is a miracle!"

"What if something happened with Daniel in real life?" I grunted, humping my husband.

"I want him to want you! I want him to fuck you, to fuck my wife!"

"I want that, too!" I cried.

"Oh, yes, yes, yes, baby! I'm cumming!"

I fell forward onto my husband and we kissed passionately. Our lovemaking was a wonderful gift, and I wondered how I could keep things up with Daniel.

So, I did some research online. My research confirmed that some men are aroused by older women, as Daniel appeared to be. Some men find arousal in cuckolding, in their wives' infidelity--just as John evidently did.

John and I continued to have wonderful sex, always involving talk about me with Daniel. John and I were more lively together, happier, and our daughter, Nicole noticed.

I'd begun stopping by the theater before curtain on at least one evening each weekend (it was a four-week run). I said I was there "just in case" any costume catastrophes arose. I was really there for some quick naughtiness with Daniel, to fuel the sexual fires, for me and Daniel, and for me at home with John.

Typically, Daniel expressed delight at seeing me, then he would guide me to some dark, lonely corner of the theater building.

"You look so lovely this evening, Joyce," he might say.

"You always say the nicest things to me!"

"Are you and John still enjoying pleasurable intimacies?"

"We are, and he still really enjoys hearing how much you appreciate me."

"I'm happy to help!"