This episode was originally posted by Xyzzy in 2011. I will remove if the original author requests its removal.
Sally heard a growing murmur that seemed to be moving toward the table where she and Roberto sat. Sally, though the world now saw her as Mark, watched as a pair of scantily clad buxom women, one blonde and one brunette, teetered, jiggled, and bounced sexily though a sea of turning heads and whistles. Cued by Roberto standing, Sally had to abort her first attempt to do the same in order to perform an emergency adjustment under the table cloth. Finally managing to stand up, Sally kept silently telling herself that no one would notice her throbbing erection.
Strangely, Mark felt more on display now off the stage. On stage there was a protective isolation. Now although he had more clothes on, the clothing served more to highlight and accentuate. He tried to mimic Malena's confident air, but the reality was he could feel the hunger all around and he was the prey that only a thin veneer of civilization restrained the predators from taking. Still following Malena's lead, Mark closed on Sally and was immediately swept into a tight embrace. It was strangely gratifying, Sally's strong arms were a harbor of safety. Looking up, Mark greedily met Sally's mouth and tongue. Mark was delighted as Sally's unmistakable erection pulsed against his abdomen in response to Sally's hand on his ass practically lifting him off the ground. 'Oh god, don't stop! Take me now,' Mark thought as Sally broke the kiss. 'Whoa, where did that come from?'
"That was quite a show by itself," Roberto said. "You show much passion for a married couple. I think with good reason, no?"
"Uh, yeah, uh sorry," Sally stammered as she awkwardly seated Mark and possessively placed her large hand on the curve of Mark's bare shoulder where it transitioned upward to his delicate neck. Sally had never considered herself to be anything other than capable and strong, but from her current perspective she couldn't help but see how fragile Mark now was. It brought about strange and contradictory feelings. On the one hand she felt guilty for doing this to her husband, but at the same time she reveled in the power she had over him and wanted very much to take him and make him scream passionately while she fucked him with utter abandon. 'Oh dear, where did that come from?'
