Under the soft glow of lavender lights, a lithe young woman reclined onto an elegantly upholstered couch. The side slit of her blue lamé gown spilled over the edge revealing the lower part of her porcelain-toned leg and silver high-heeled shoe.

A handsome man in formal attire stepped behind the couch and cast his gaze about the room. All eyes were on him as he gestured forcefully above the prone figure and to everyone's astonishment, the young woman began to rise slowly into the air.

The music swelled as she rose clear of the couch which was promptly wheeled off stage by an attending assistant.

Slowly she ascended as though suspended by some unseen force exuding from the man's strong outstretched fingers. Suddenly his fingers flicked upward and the woman's movement ceased, leaving her suspended in mid-air.

Though her eyes were closed, Chloe could sense that she would now be floating at about chest-height to Derek, and she knew that the next bit of business would be for him to pass a solid hoop around her body. Through the many months of rehearsals and performances, she knew his every move as it corresponded to the music.

After Henry, the assistant, placed the hoop into Derek's hand the magician would pause briefly, leaning slightly to one side to regard the delicate vision of the floating woman before him.

"I can't wait to feel your cock between my lips tonight," Chloe whispered without a trace of movement in her angelic face.

Damn, thought Derek, I just had to marry a ventriloquist, didn't I?

Chloe knew he was helpless to respond. It would destroy their presentation if he began talking to the floating lady, who was ostensibly hypnotized, but her ability to speak without moving her lips was something she didn't mind using to her own advantage.

Derek passed the hoop over Chloe's body from head to toe, pausing with a sly smile to the audience. Then, for good measure, he passed the hoop over the floating figure once more, holding his pose leaning over slightly toward Chloe's face, almost as if he was going to kiss her.

"I am so ready to wrap my hands around that thick magic wand of yours."

Again, not even the slightest hint of movement of her lips.

Derek strode forward briskly, frantically catapulting his thoughts toward quadratic equations, to Jackson Pollack paintings, to the queen in a bikini. Anything to stave off any tell-tale signs of the erotic thoughts his wife was stirring up!

He spread his arms wide and the audience applauded wildly.

Henry had by this time replaced the couch and come forward to relieve Derek of the hoop. Derek turned upstage to return to his former position. As he did he chanced a whisper to his levitating wife.

"You are in so much trouble!"

He almost thought he saw a trace of a smile on her face as she began to descend toward the couch once more, but he knew better. Chloe was the ultimate professional in every way. Well, except when it came to throwing her voice to tease her husband.

She continued to play her role of the entranced woman as she came to rest on the couch once more.

Derek dramatically snapped his fingers before Chloe's closed eyes which instantly fluttered open. He deftly helped her to her feet and they swept forward to the last strains of the music. Taking their bow in the lone spotlight that now illuminated them, the crowd roared their approval. With a tightly choreographed snap the couple embraced dramatically and the light doused a fraction of a second later.

"Sorry, lover, " Chloe whispered in the dark, "but when a girl craves cum ..."

But even in the darkness Derek did not dare to speak because he knew that the sound man's next cue would be bringing up the magician's wireless mic for his introduction of the next illusion. Chloe, however, had no such restriction. She whispered into his ear, "I've never wanted to feel you in my mouth as badly as I do right now."

That very moment the stage lights restored, and Derek sent Chloe off stage with a blown kiss and another round of applause from the audience.

Derek barely managed to retain his composure as Henry quickly set a chair out on stage to one side for the next trick. Ordinarily Derek would remain at center stage for his introduction of the effect, but not wanting to take any chances of sporting a noticeable erection in what was, after all, a family-oriented show, he chose instead to walk over and stand behind the chair for a few moments until he could calm down once more.

Soon he was in the stride of the routine during which he would borrow a young man's shoe for another astonishing miracle. The comedy routine was flowing nicely as Chloe wheeled a small box on a table onto the stage. All she had to do was make eye contact with Derek and he was in dangerous territory once more. Truly this woman possessed a magic all her own.

****

Humble Beginnings

Derek and Chloe had met nine years earlier at a magic convention. Derek was performing at that time with his cousin, Deana, who was certainly eye-candy enough for a magician's assistant, but she didn't have too much going in the brains department.

Deana insisted that the act needed to be super sexy, so she wore the skimpiest outfits she could find and ridiculously high heeled boots.

She made sure that Derek never had a costume with sleeves, and often she had him in nothing more than tight pants and a vest that would be worn open. She reasoned that nobody could ever accuse him of hiding things up his sleeves if he didn't have any.

Their act was all flash and speed. Loud music and spinning lights all the time. They had never won a competition at any convention, though they attended and competed in every one that they could.

Derek wanted more for the act, but he really wasn't sure how to differentiate himself from the barrage of other magic acts. He hadn't learned yet that all he needed to do was allow his natural personality to stand out, and that just because every other magic act under the sun had frantic and in-your-face presentations that he didn't need to follow that formula.

Chloe was working at the time with "The Amazing Darrellini". She had always believed that any magician whose stage name began with "The Amazing " would be anything but. She also believed that anyone who carelessly tacked "ini" onto the tail of his name must be severely lacking in imagination, skill and talent. It turned out that she was right on both counts.

Chloe was a rare thing, a young woman who loved magic, but never cared to be a magicienne. She loved the idea of being the magician's assistant, and since her teen years had managed to find work with several young performers, though she discovered that finding magicians with whom to work was not always as easy as she had imagined.

She had only taken the position with Darrell Cosgrove as a temporary job for the summer, and barely three weeks in she was regretting her decision. It pained her to be involved with a sub-par act, but she was a woman of integrity and planned to honor her contract but never list the credit on her resumé.

On the first night of the convention's competition shows, The Amazing Darrellini's act proved to be more than usually underwhelming. Darrell was not a deft or graceful performer and spectacularly dropped one of his props where it not only shattered into pieces, it revealed the secret of how it was to have been done. He frantically waved Chloe onto the stage to try to move on.

She gracefully glided onto the stage and offered the prop that was to have been next in the lineup. But Darrell was so flustered that he had begun announcing a different trick altogether. When he saw that the props were not the ones he expected he became downright belligerent.

"Not the Die Box, you stupid bitch!" he hissed. "The Milk Pitcher! Bring me the Milk Pitcher!" His microphone picked up every word and broadcast it into the auditorium. The room filled with magicians and laymen alike went stone cold silent.

Chloe simply smiled and walked calmly off the stage never to return. Darrell stammered and blustered for several long seconds, but to the crowd it felt like an hour. The emcee had the good sense to direct the stage manager to close the curtain on him, bringing the poor excuse of an act to a close.

Darrell was now full-on furious and he ran off in search of Chloe. She was peeling the spangles out of her hair as she walked back toward the women's dressing room. Darrell ran after her, caught her by the arm and whirled her around.

"How could you do that to me?" he bellowed. "You fucked up my entire act and probably my whole career! I'm gonna fuckin' destroy you! You better go and beg the judges to let us do our act over! Fuck!"

She simply looked Darrell directly in the eye and spoke calmly.

"No, Darrell, the act is over, once and for all. If you feel it's worth reviving, it will be with someone else.

"I can put up with a lot, even your crappy act, but I will not tolerate being abused, especially on stage in front of an audience. I'm through. Goodbye."

"What the fuck do you mean?" Darrell fumed. "How can you-"

"Goodbye," Chloe intoned slowly and clearly. "And if you ever so much as lay a finger on me again, I will bring assault charges on you faster than you could fall through a trap door."

She walked away feeling the sense of freedom, of never having to be involved in such a terrible act again. But there was also a ton of uncertainty.

Should she stay for the last two days of the convention? Would Darrell dare to? What was she going to do for a job for the rest of the summer?

She decided that since her registration had already been paid and could not be refunded that she would stick around for the rest of the weekend, if for no other reason than to check out the other acts that would be competing each night.

The next morning she was feeling less-than-enthused, so she skipped her makeup and just threw on a pair of sweats and made her way to the line for breakfast, praying no one would recognize her from the previous night's debacle.

As she reached for a tray she saw a notice posted on a nearby bulletin board.

DESPERATE!! HELP NEEDED!!

Box jumper needed for tonight's competition.

Need someone who knows how to work Zig-Zag, Sub Trunk, and Sword Box.

Ask for Derek at the Stage Manager's office.

Though Chloe had never worked the big illusions before, she at least know how they worked, and she had always wanted to perform in a bigger show.

She figured that if this magician was as desperate as it seemed, he might be willing to take a chance on someone less experienced. It couldn't hurt to ask, anyhow.

After breakfast she made her way to the stage manager's office and asked for Derek.

"Oh, man! Seriously?" cried the stage manager. "He needs someone real bad! Wait right here! I'll go get him."

A couple of minutes later he returned, with Derek jogging right behind. The magician starting jabbering a mile a minute.

"Hi, I'm Derek Steinway! My assistant slipped in the shower last night and broke her arm. I'm supposed to compete tonight but I can't go on without a box-jumper. So, you've worked these illusions before?"

Chloe was amused by how frantic he was. Clearly he was in a panic over having lost his assistant, but it made him seem sort of cute, like a lost puppy, and she couldn't help but want to help the poor guy out.

"Hi, I'm Chloe Fazioli, and ummmmm, no, I actually haven't worked them before, but I know how they're done. I figured if no one else shows up I might be able to help. I'm a fast learner, and I'd hate for you to have to miss the show."

Derek rubbed the back of his neck in thought. He had hoped that he would find someone experienced with these specific illusions, but he also knew that any such person would most likely be attached to one of the other acts.

He looked Chloe over. Cute and slim, but no makeup and her hair pulled into a messy bun. But she seemed to be roughly the same size as Deana. Not the greatest, but not the worst either, he thought. And he was in a jam.

"You're hired! When can you start rehearsing?"

"If you don't mind, I'd like to start right now. I can learn more easily in sweats and don't care if they get snagged inside a prop while we're working on the routines."

"Sounds good to me!"

He turned to the Stage Manager. "Carl, can you go ask Deana to come as soon as she can to coach our new girl through the act?"

With Carl dispatched on his mission Derek took Chloe backstage and showed her his props and pointed out the particular aspects of them. Before long Chloe was hopping inside the Zig-Zag Lady cabinet and learning how to be sawed into three pieces.

By the time Deana arrived the theater Chloe had already gotten a fundamental grasp of the main illusions. Derek was immediately impressed with how gracefully she moved, effortlessly slipping into this box or that, all the while flashing a million-dollar smile.

Deana sat in a chair and begrudgingly instructed Chloe on the sequence of the show, telling her exactly how she did each move.

On several occasions Chloe suggested an alternate way of accomplishing a move here or a gesture there. Deana was feeling defensive. She didn't like seeing someone stepping into the act, let alone doing it better than she, so she balked at each and every suggestion, stating, "That's not the way we do it! Believe me, sugar, I've been doing this act for several years now, and I know what works and what doesn't!"

But Derek saw that Chloe's ways of doing things were much smoother and looked more natural, and he pointed out that their usual way of doing things had never won them any awards. So he vetoed nearly every one of Deana's protestations and implemented the changes immediately.

They worked steadily all morning then took a short lunch break after which Deana showed Chloe her costumes. Derek had to suppress a chuckle when Chloe simply raised one eyebrow at the proffered wardrobe.

"Wow! Red vinyl boots! Gee, I hope they fit!" Chloe lied.

"Well, honey," Deana cracked, "everyone knows that sex sells, and we've been called the sexiest magic act in the Rockies!"

Derek blanched at Deana's declaration, suddenly feeling rather ashamed of himself. Chloe noted his reaction but said nothing. She was discovering a lot about this Derek Steinway, more from what he didn't say than what he did.

By late afternoon the act had been thoroughly learned and prepared as well as it could be. Chloe told Derek that she would be having a quick dinner alone but that she would meet him backstage at the appointed hour. She dangled the skimpy outfit on its hanger from one finger.

"Do I really have to wear this?" she asked.

"I know. It's terrible," Derek sighed. "I've never said anything because our costumes have always been Deana's department. But I'm kinda scared to make a change now since we already know how they work in the illusions."

"Can I at least ditch the boots?"

"Deal."

When Derek arrived backstage before the competition show, Chloe was already waiting for him. He had not attended the previous evening's performance having had to take Deana to the hospital, so he had not seen what Chloe looked like when she was "show ready".

His jaw nearly dropped when he saw her. Her long blonde hair cascaded down her back in gentle waves. Her makeup accented her almond-shaped eyes perfectly, and her lipstick was just red enough to be alluring without making her look promiscuous. Clearly Deana could learn a thing or three from Chloe!

Though she was not entirely comfortable in the barely-there spandex outfit, she had nothing to be ashamed of. Consisting only of an off-the-shoulder crop top and a pair of trunks it left little to the imagination.

It was the first time that the sight of Chloe had caused a stirring in Derek's trousers, but it most certainly would not be the last!

The act went far more smoothly than it ever had before, even with an assistant who had only been doing the act for a couple of hours, not years. Deana watched from the back of the auditorium with a scowl on her face. By the time the act had finished, she was coming to suspect that she could be replaced.

Dammit, she thought to herself, I should never have hit on the lighting guy last night and fucked him in my shower. Bastard didn't even stick around to help me and now I'm probably out of a gig.

The Magic of Derek did not win the competition that year, but it did set into motion the events that would affect the rest of his life.

Derek did ask Chloe to stay on with the act. She was flattered but it would mean turning her whole life upside down. She had grown up in the greater Chicago area, and though she had traveled some, she had never lived anywhere but there.

Derek lived in Colorado Springs, Colorado, which might as well have been on the moon! But Chloe thought about how many "Darrelinis" she would have to put up with before she got another opportunity like this, so she decided to bite the bullet and make the move.

Deana was not happy at having been replaced but even she had to admit that Chloe was much better in the act. Besides, she ended up with her own happy little epilogue.

Eric, the lighting guy she had hooked up with tracked her down to apologize for running out on her that night she fell in the shower. It turned out he had run to try to find help, but by the time he returned, Derek had already taken her to the hospital, and at that time he didn't even know her name. Eventually Deana and Eric ended up getting married and having four kids!

Derek was refreshed and energized to take his act in an entirely different direction. He had not even realized how badly Deana had steamrolled over him on so many of the creative decisions.

Chloe had suggested that the great classics of magic had become largely ignored by modern performers, and that class, in general, had given way to loud and extraneous trappings. She knew they could do something different by going back to the roots of the profession and giving brand new presentations to old illusions.

Gone would be the gratuitously revealing costumes, the garish lighting, the booming music. They were to be replaced with expertly tailored formal wear, tasteful staging and musical scoring drawn mostly from classical repertoire.

As Derek began to work more with Chloe he was delighted to discover someone who cared deeply about quality, and would not cut corners or take the easy way out. If it meant more hours of rehearsal, or saving more money to buy better costumes and props or even hire extra help she was not only willing but insistent they do so.

They discovered together that hard work needn't be stressful, when everyone is working toward the same goal.

The act became easier to book as it found its unique voice and presentation. They had hired Henry as their secondary assistant, who proved his worth both on stage and off and quickly became a trusted friend.

One day the three of them were rehearsing new staging for the levitation illusion, which lent itself to a very romantic presentation. They experimented with various ways of getting into the routine, trying out this embrace or that to set up Chloe's eventual reclining onto the couch.

Henry stood back to get the audience's perspective. After about the third of fourth attempt he cried out, "Guys, it's so obvious that you're madly in love with each other that any of these would work!"

Immediately Derek and Chloe released one another and shuffled back, each of them embarrassed by this comment.

"What? You're crazy" cried Derek.

"In love? No we're only pretending to be in love to create a romantic atmosphere for the act," explained Chloe.

Henry just sighed loudly. "Well, some day, when you two finally figure out that you're really in love with each other it will make things a lot easier around here!
"Look, I'm gonna grab some lunch. You guys figure out the levi illusion and I'll take a look at it when I get back."

Once Henry had left, Derek and Chloe just stood where they were for several long awkward moments.

"Look, Chloe," Derek said, "I want you to know how much I respect and admire everything you've done for the act. You've classed it up in so many ways and I would never want to screw that up by putting the moves on you.

"But Henry is right, at least where I'm concerned. I go home at night and dream about you. Literally. That presentation for the Doll House illusion? That was a dream.

"If I'm honest with myself ... and with you ... I do have to admit that I think I'm falling for you, Chloe Fazioli."

Chloe stood where she was, staring at the floor and kicking at a piece of duct tape used to mark the location of a prop. She took a deep breath.

"Derek, if I'm honest with you, I have to say that I fell for you last year at the convention, the very morning I met you.

"I saw something in you that I still don't think that you see yourself. You have such authentic passion for what you do, but you never do it for yourself. You do it because you want to spread joy and wonder with people. You want to give everyone who watches our show a special treat that they'll remember for a lifetime. And that's extremely attractive and why I first fell for you.

"Well, that and that ridiculous sleeveless shirt that Deana made you wear. You do have sexy arms, Derek.

"Look, I moved half way across the country to work with you, but I've always hoped that maybe I moved for more than just the job.

They slowly walked toward one another and for the first time embraced like they really meant it.

For the next half an hour they talked about a great many things and when Henry finally returned he found them sitting on the edge of the levitation couch, lightly holding hands and chatting.

"Well, glad you two have finally figured out what I've known for months!" he proclaimed." Now let's get back to work!"

Chloe and Derek's relationship flourished as did the act. A year later they were married and neither could have been happier.

One day, Chloe came into the rehearsal hall with a new idea.

"You know, I've been reading up on some of the old-time classic magic shows, and a lot of them had something that I think we might do well with. They used to have a variety act or two on the bill."

"Sounds interesting," Derek said. Did you have anything special in mind?"

"Well, I never told you because I was kind of embarrassed about it, but when I was a teenager, I used to do a ventriloquist act."

"Really? How long would it take you to work up something? We could try it out in Phoenix if you think you could have something ready."

"I think my mom still has my puppets. If she could send them to me I could be ready by Phoenix. Oh, and we could put it in the show right after the Stretching illusion, which would give you a bit of time to change your costume for the Modern Cabinet."

"Great idea, hon!"

Chloe's ventriloquist act proved to be an enormous boost to the show. Audiences absolutely loved her humor and sparkling personality as she bantered with a rabbit puppet about the travails of working for a magician.

Classical Conjuring with Derek and Chloe toured the country for four years to great acclaim. Numerous agencies had been keeping up with the progress of their show, and not long after they were offered a nine-month contract at a theater in Branson.

A "sit down" show meant not having to pack up and move an entire truckload of equipment every few days. They would also be able to add a few larger illusions and even more production value to the show. It was a dream come true and they readily accepted the offer.

The family-friendly extravaganza proved to be an excellent fit in Branson, and their nine-month contract was renewed for the next three seasons.

****

Back to the Show

Derek had borrowed a shoe from the young man who joined him on stage. Offering to clean it, he placed it into the "Footwear Ablutionary Incendiary Loader" or "F.A.I.L." box, where it hilariously was not cleaned but "accidentally" incinerated.

Not to be daunted, Derek made the volunteer's shoe reappear in a box that had been suspended over the audience's head for the entire show.

Chloe stood in the wings where she knew only her husband could see her. The audience volunteer stood with his back to her and she seized the opportunity to drop the top of her gown, flashing her perfect breasts at Derek.

Derek's breath caught, and he stood frozen and silent for a moment, having to remind himself of his next lines before he could continue.

What has gotten into her? he wondered. She's never done anything like this before!

With each passing trick, Chloe found more creative yet subtle ways to taunt her poor husband.

During the Linking Rings she stood behind the curtain that he was performing in front of, and pressed her tits against his back through the heavy velour fabric.

The Mis-Made Lady illusion consisted of Chloe entering a vertical cabinet which was then divided into four parts. When the boxes were re-stacked, the uppermost box was shown to contain her lower torso and legs. Her upper torso was in the next one down. But what got Derek into trouble was when Chloe's lovely face was revealed in the next box, at about crotch-level to Derek.

Through her unmoving smile Chloe whispered, "Ooooh! I want that yummy, yummy cock! I'll bet you wish it was sliding down my throat right now, don't you?"

Derek's brow broke out in perspiration, but somehow he managed to keep smiling.

But it was the show's encore finale that proved to be the most challenging test of Derek's concentration: The Table of Death.

The apparatus comprised a huge inverted rack of long spikes hung suspended over a thin platform. To prove the dangerous nature of the apparatus, a plywood cutout in roughly the size and shape of a man was laid upon the platform.

It was explained to the audience that the rope holding the spikes would have a propane torch lit beneath it. Derek would have approximately ninety seconds to escape from the manacles that would bind him to the platform before that torch burned through the heavy rope. If not, well then...

The rope was released and the heavy spikes came crashing down, rendering the plywood cutout into virtual swiss cheese.

Derek removed his tuxedo tailcoat as the slow and dramatic music began and the heavy rack was cranked back up into position above the table. He ceremoniously took his place lying back onto the platform. Henry began securing the shackles at the ankles while Chloe busied herself with the wrist restraints.

Derek breathed heavily, not as much for dramatic effect as he usually did, but because he feared what his wife could to do next. His fears proved to be well-founded.

"I think this might be where I want you when I slip the head of your cock across my tongue," she cooed without a trace of movement in her face.

Derek whimpered slightly and rolled his hips upstage as if struggling against the restraints, but in actuality he was trying to hide his pronounced erection. He hoped with all his might that his acting skills would draw focus to the premise of the dangerous escape.

At last Chloe drew the short curtain in front of Derek, concealing him from the audience's view.

"Swallow you soon, lover!" she whispered as she stepped back.

The propane torch was lit beneath the rope, and for ninety tense seconds a large timer clock ticked the time. After about a minute Derek's hands were seen to be free and reaching beneath the table to struggle with the chains that held his feet. The Ninety seconds ticked by and turned to one hundred ... one hundred and four ...

Suddenly the torch flared furiously when the rope was burned through and the spikes came crashing down through the table. Several women in the audience shrieked and the room went silent.

Just when many people were beginning to fear the worst, Derek stood quickly and triumphantly on top of the spikes, lifting the curtain by its rod. Ordinarily he would throw the curtain to the floor and step forward for one final bow, but this night he just remained on the table holding the curtain at waist level (for obvious reasons) in one hand and waved with the other.

Never before did Derek feel such a sense of relief upon the closing of the final curtain. Somehow he had made it through the entire performance, despite the many diversions from his darling wife.

Chloe knew she was going to have to answer for her behavior during the show. It's not that she had a cavalier attitude toward her work. Far from it! But on that particular evening she was just so racked with desire from the moment she had first laid eyes on her husband in his sexy tuxedo.

Knowing his body as she did, she imagined she could see straight through the starched front shirt so gleaming white, where she saw his firm pectorals with their coarse dark dark hairs sprinkled across them.

Through the perfectly cut sleeves she could see his strong biceps; the left one with a very small scar on one side.

Through his gleaming black shoes she could see his sexy sinewy feet. with perfect arches and strong toes.

Indeed sometimes fully clothed is far more tantalizing than completely naked. It teases with hidden potential. It draws the imagination to a heightened plane. It generates a searing anticipation.

Every time Chloe looked at Derek she became hornier and hornier, to the point she felt she was about to burst.

But now, even though the performance was over, they could not simply retire to their dressing room to tend to their blistering passions. No, to further prolong their agony, Derek needed to go over one or two bits of business with the stage manager and with Henry, then he and Chloe had to go out to the lobby to meet with fans, take photos and sign autographs.

After about a half an hour of greeting their enthusiastic audience, Chloe excused herself to go backstage while Derek saw the last few guests out. He said good night to the last remaining ushers as they gathered their belongings and headed out for the night.

In the quiet darkness he made his way through the darkened auditorium toward the backstage area. The stage was now lit by a single light on a stand, the "ghost light", which cast its long shadows to the farthest corners of the theater. The ghost light meant that the entire crew had already gone home, and that he and Chloe would be the last ones out for the night. Perfect.

Already Derek was anticipating ravaging his dear, sweet wife for taunting him so mercilessly all night long.

He shed his tailcoat as he made his way into the dressing room, fully expecting (hoping!) to find his wife lying naked on the sofa. But instead he found only an empty room.

He hung up the coat while peeking about the costume rack, wondering if Chloe was perhaps hiding from him there. But again he found nothing.

He slowly crept into the backstage wings, winding his way between the many props and illusions used in the show, each stored carefully in its designated place. He peered behind each one, wondering where Chloe might be hiding.

Not in the Crystal Casket. Not behind the Mis-Made. Not in the Shadow Box.

When he arrived at the Table of Death he recalled the words Chloe had spoken as she was fastening the chains, and he had to reach down to adjust his hardening cock.

At that moment Chloe's silhouetted form stepped out from behind the Assistant's Revenge prop. Still in her long blue gown she held chains and locks dangling from her delicate fingers. Derek could only moan softly at the sight.

Without a word Chloe approached him and wrapped her arms around Derek's neck, kissing him deeply. His hands effortlessly found their way to her hips, splaying his fingers across her backside.

"I meant what I said on stage tonight, you know. I also know that I have been torturing you all night, so this is going to be all for you."

It was refreshing to hear her sultry voice but finally now with her lips moving sensuously as she spoke.

She kissed him again and again, guiding him slowly to sit on the edge of the Table of Death. Its spike rack had been cranked back up to the upper position, and Derek could see that the double-safety latch was securely in place. Though the prop looked menacing, the danger factors were carefully controlled to prevent any true mishaps.

Chloe crawled on top of Derek pressing him onto his back. Her hands grasped his wrists pulling them above his head into their usual position used during a performance.

"Well now, this is a little kinky, don't you think?" Derek inquired with a broad smile on his face.

"Maybe a little. But I promise you'll enjoy it."

Derek could feel the familiar sensation of chains wrapping around his wrists, but when he heard the loud clicks of the locks something seemed ever-so-slightly different. His eyes widened and he raised his head off the cold, hard surface of the table.

"Wait. That didn't sound like the trick locks."

Chloe learned into his ear, whispering softly, "They're not."

She sucked his earlobe into her mouth and grazed it between her teeth eliciting another moan from deep in Derek's throat.

Her hand glided down his chest as she continued to kiss him, and came to rest squarely on his throbbing erection. She cupped his balls through the midnight blue tuxedo trousers before sliding her hand up his entire length.

"Time to start getting you undressed, big boy," she purred.

With that she slid down off the cool black table and set about untying his shoes which she dispatched to the floor. Next she peeled off his black silk socks.

She always found Derek's feet to be extremely sexy, and she took extra time to knead and rub them tenderly which she knew he loved, especially at the end of a long day.

Chloe came around to the side of the table for better access to unfasten his trousers. She reached inside them to stoke his thighs, purposely avoiding the heat emanating from his erection.

Derek's head was rolled back and his chest heaved with each ragged breath. He could feel Chloe tugging at the cuffs of his trousers and in just a few seconds they were gone, followed by his crisp, white boxers.

Next he felt his wife's hands nudging his ankles apart and he felt sure that his suffering was about to come to an end, but instead he felt more chains being applied to his ankles.

"We're almost there, sweetheart," she said. "I just have to do one more thing."

She vaulted up onto the table's surface and straddled Derek's shackled body, her hands grasping a couple of the spikes that hung overhead for balance.

She marveled at the sight of his form, still clad in white shirt and ascot and his double-breasted champagne-colored brocade vest, its decorative watch chain spilled to one side.

But below the vest he was fully, gloriously naked. There was tension present in every visible muscle from his ankles to his thighs. His erection strained and pulsed like she had not seen since early in their marriage seven years earlier. It glistened in the half-light as it flexed up and down, yearning for relief.

Chloe locked her eyes to Derek's as she wordlessly unfastened the clasps on her dress. He already knew that she was not wearing a bra beneath her costume, since she had flashed him from the wings earlier. Her perfect breasts swayed slightly as she shimmied the garment down her gorgeous body, pausing briefly at her hips.

"I guess I was in too much of a hurry to get my costume on tonight, and I forgot a couple of things," she teased.

She released the dress whereupon it pooled onto Derek's thighs and revealed that Chloe had in fact worn nothing at all beneath the slinky dress.

Derek's brow was covered in sweat now, as he watched Chloe's hands glide up her taut torso, cupping her perfectly rounded breasts and flicking her nipples briefly before continuing up to fluff her long blonde hair.

Unconsciously she caught her lower lip with her teeth as her hands slid down her sides and met in the soft downy tufts of blonde curls between her thighs. Slowly her fingertips began to tease at the delicate folds until her arousal exposed her shimmering pussy.

Her hips undulated as Derek watched in helpless fascination as her own fingers explored her depths, causing her own breathing to come in short cries and gasps.

Suddenly she stopped her ministrations, shaking her head slightly to clear her thoughts.

"Sorry, I promised this was going to be all for you," she said.

"Baby, that definitely was for me! But honestly I think I'm gonna have a stroke if you don't do something else and quick!"

Chloe knew that the time for teasing was truly over. It was time to make good on her promise.

She climbed down off the table and stood to the side. How fortuitous that from that position she could lean forward from the waist and perfectly line up her lips to Derek's very, very hard cock which was lying against his abdomen, looking quite regal upon the elegant fabric of his vest.

Using only her mouth she drew his balls into her mouth, first one, then releasing it in favor of the other. Derek's legs quivered violently, causing the entire table to shake and the chains to rattle.

As much as she wanted it to make it last, Chloe knew she needed to give her husband the release he had been aching for the past few hours.

Her lips languidly kissed his throbbing flesh from base to tip where she allowed her tongue to swirl around the tip just once before drawing it in between her lips.

Ever since their wedding night Derek's cock had always given her the most exquisite pleasure. She adored every contour, every texture, but the bulbous head had always been her favorite part. It was perfectly rounded for her tastes; neither too pointed, nor too mushroom-shaped, but just pleasantly domed.

She slowly allowed it to slip out from her lips, tracing its contours as it did. Derek moaned very loudly and she knew he would not last much longer at all.

Again she drew the meaty head of his cock into her mouth, but this time she continued to slide down as much of his length as she was able to. Her tongue fluttered along his underside and his hips began to buck slightly.

Oh, how he wished he could bury his hands in her long blonde tresses, guiding her ministrations. Instinctively his hands tried to move there but of course he was not able to budge an inch.

Every muscle in his body tensed simultaneously and his cries echoed though the empty auditorium signaling his imminent orgasm.

Chloe popped her mouth off of him and for the first time brought her hand into play.

She rested her head on Derek's stomach and opened her mouth wide while her hand furiously stroked his thick shaft. His cum spurted more forcefully than she had seen in a number of years, and she was glad that her aim was perfect as it gathered into her waiting mouth.

Having aroused Derek so many times over the course of the evening, he delivered about twice, maybe nearly three times as much cum in his load as usual. Chloe cooed her own pleasure as she collected the thick semen on her tongue before swallowing it all most eagerly.

Derek's spent body finally relaxed onto the table and his chest heaved mightily, trying to catch his breath. Chloe relished watching the aftermath of his efforts as she continued to coax the last drops of his seed into her mouth.

Standing, up she walked slowly to the head of the table where she leaned over Derek's face. From her inverted vantage point she suddenly had the idea to lean forward until her right nipple was poised above Derek's still-panting mouth.

She lowered it onto his lips which devoured it greedily. Chloe savored his inability to use his very deft and nimble hands as he normally would, and the concentrated efforts of his tongue caused her knees to buckle slightly as her own orgasm swept over her.
Chloe drew her body back and kissed Derek deeply, lovingly, caressing the sides of his face with her fingers. He could taste the last vestiges of his own climax on her delicate tongue.

When at last she broke the kiss she gazed at Derek's prone body chained to the table. Without a word she gathered up her dress and slowly walked back to her dressing room, swaying her hips sensuously as she did.

Derek called after her.

"Sweetie? Where are you going? You can unchain me now! ... Chloe? Honey? Chloe?"

There was no answer from his wife for several minutes. When at last she returned she was wearing her street clothes, with her small dancer's bag slung across her shoulder.

"Sorry, honey. I had to go change but I wasn't about to let you go until I could do this."

She hopped up onto the table once more and promptly produced her smart phone. She took several pictures of Derek in his compromised position, and he couldn't help getting a bit aroused once more.

"Mmmmmm, yeah. I was hoping I could get a shot of you hard."

She clicked off several more pictures before finally releasing Derek from the table.
 He rubbed his wrists briskly to restore the circulation, then grabbed Chloe hard around the waist and pulled her in for anther deep, lingering kiss.

"Let's go home now, shall we?" he said

****

The next day as Derek and Chloe were driving to the theater, he felt compelled to offer a plea.

"Honey, as much as I, well, eventually enjoyed last night, please promise me you won't do that again. I really need my concentration to be on the show. You know, to make sure that the crowd gets their money's worth."

"Don't worry, babe. I'll be on my best behavior from now on. But I do want to thank you for that yummy finish!"

"Yeah, I kinda meant to ask you about that. You haven't ... uh ... swallowed in a long time. I mean, I know we've been trying to get pregnant so you've been wanting to save as much of my-"

"Oh, yeah, I guess I 'forgot' to tell you about my doctor's appointment the other day. Let's just say that I'll be swallowing a lot more from now on."