This story is meant to be a stand-alone story for the Winter Holidays Contest, though it uses characters from my ongoing series. Please enjoy it on its own merits.
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This story may contain graphic scenes, extreme language, and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are used only for the literary purposes of this story. The author does not condone murder, racial or racist language, violence, rape or violence against women, and any depictions of any of these in this story should not be construed as acceptance of the above.
Part 1 - Prologue
"So what's this play about?" I asked as my wife Laura and I settled into our seats in the second row of the little theatre room on Tuesday, December 16th. Hanukkah had begun at sundown, but we were not here for religious reasons. Quite the opposite.
"It's a mystery, based on the board game
Clue
, which is called
Cluedo
in England." Laura said. "The actors will say their lines, which will contain clues, and we also have this little flyer with information we can read. A 'clean' version of this play is going to run at the University Theatre through the rest of the month. This is the early version, and our actors are going to be doing... other scenes..."
"Explicit sex scenes." I replied as I looked around the tiny theater, barely able to see in the dim light. Heavy black curtains hung on all the walls. The ceiling was very low, even over the stage. The stage itself was not very large, barely fifteen feet wide and deep, and jutting out somewhat like the bottom three sides of an octagon, with the seats curling around in a semi-circle.
The audience seating was also very small, five rows deep, the first two rows having left, middle, and right groups of four seats each, the next three rows having five seats, for a total of a very appropriate 69 seats. For tonight's audience, those seats would only be about half full. The chairs were comfortable, and Laura raised the armrest between our seats so that we could snuggle shoulder to shoulder.
"This is going to be fun, even without the sex." Laura said. "The couples in the audience will try to solve the mystery. I expect us to win, darling; after all, I'm married to the most brilliant detective in the history of the State."
"You're as charming as you are beautiful, my love." I replied. Indeed, my wife looked smoking hot tonight. She was wearing a black pullover sweater with long sleeves, which molded to her shapely body. Underneath she'd worn a bra that forced her large, milk-filled breasts to jut out invitingly, straining the fabric of the sweater to what looked like its breaking point. Her skirt was red and green plaid, a concession to the spirit of the Holiday season. Her black stockings were sheer and crotchless under the skirt; she was wearing no panties, giving me easy access to her luscious womanhood.
Her very high-heel pumps were matte, satiny black, and at her height she towered over most of the other guests, even her husband (me) as I stood at my full 6'4" in height. For myself, I was wearing my dark gray jacket and pants with the light armor sewn in, and a black silk turtleneck sweater. My gun was in its ankle holster under my sock, unobtrusive. My badge was inside the pocket of my jacket. Such were the requirements of a Commander in the Police Department, even at such fun social events as this one. No iron crowbars, though. That was left in the car.
"You're very sweet, darling." Laura said. "I just hope you won't be too distracted to solve the play and win first prize."
"What's first prize?" I asked. "A night with the hottest professor on Campus, that being you?"
"That would be a good prize, but you win that jackpot any time you want it, darling." my wife said. "First prize is $500, which of course we will announce a charity to which it shall be donated. Second prize is $200 to their favorite charity, and third prize is $50 to a charity."
"And I still get to take home the hottest woman on the planet, much less in the room." I said. My wife smiled, enjoying my open flirtations.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
The old hamlet of Junction Station to the south of Town didn't really exist anymore. It once had been the location where the grains and cattle were loaded onto the trains and where the train tracks merged from every direction, only to split apart as they went in every direction. There were only a few old buildings left, including the main Depot, which had been refurbished and served as a County-administrated public meeting hall and place for groups to gather for a modest rental fee.
On the other side of the tracks, west of the buildings and sitting on a hillside, was a concrete building, painted white. It looked like an old American Legion building (which it had been decades before) or church fellowship hall, long and square. Inside the building were a couple of rooms, one with a bar and tables, where people could chat, and another that had sofas and chairs and cushions, arranged so that people could watch what was happening in the middle of the room.
This building was owned by a group called the Town & County Club of Like-Minded Couples. This group was not very well known in public, and we actually went by another name: The Libertines. We were the hottest, most sophisticated, and most exclusive Swinger Club in the northwest part of the State.
The theater room we were sitting in was in the underground basement room of this building. The residents of the Town & County did not know that the stage play they'd be watching would be performed by Libertine members... nor that there was a dress rehearsal tonight that would have a few 'extra' scenes. Scenes of the most intense, explicit sex.
Other couples were coming in and taking their seats. Helena French and her husband sat next to us. Helena was a beautiful woman that looked to be in her early 40s, with a full head of light brown hair that she wore in 'Princess Diana' fashion, and smoking hot legs. Anyone seeing her would be shocked to know that she was already over 50 years old. Her husband, R. Guy French, was a prominent dentist in Town, and as such was one of the wealthiest men in the County. He was handsome and distinguished-looking, though definitely in his 50s.
Helen was wearing a clingy dress with red and green and yellow and black Christmas holly patterns and red high heel pumps, and looked absolutely delicious. Laura and I greeted our friends warmly, perhaps both of us remembering the fond memories of what had happened only a couple of weeks before: Helena had been my initiation into the Libertines, the recipient of my 7-1/2 inch cock's deep bareback thrusts in and out of her sopping wet cunt, while her husband had sexually pounded my wife with his seven thick inches.
Seated behind us was the beautiful Audrey Nethers and her husband. They were in their 20s, and were a 'Ken and Barbie' beautiful couple. Audrey had a beautiful mane of red hair, darker than my strawberry blonde, but lighter than auburn. She was wearing a tight-fitting green dress that highlighted her red hair and fair skin, and her very high heel velvety green pumps shaped her calves and ass very nicely. Her husband was well-hung; I knew that because my nephew Todd told me that the man had been in the unofficial Sigma Epsilon Chi (SEX) Fraternity, which required its members to be blessed with at least nine full inches of hard male meat.
Before sitting down behind me, Audrey leaned over my shoulder, turned my head and planted a warm, wet kiss right on my mouth, and not just a little peck. As I tasted the gorgeous redhead's mouth, I felt the warmth spread through my body and my cock begin to get hard... iron hard. There's two reasons I'm called the 'Iron Crowbar', and the fact I carry a red crowbar around like a billy stick is only one of those reasons...
Laura was smiling at me, not minding a bit that I had just been deeply kissed by a beautiful young woman. "I'm surprised to see Audrey in the audience." she whispered. "There's a role for a redheaded woman in the script, and I thought it'd be her."
"Have you seen the script already?" I asked.
"No." Laura replied, "I was told that by--" she didn't finish as the lights dimmed, throwing the little theater into blackness. It was time for the play to begin!
Part 2 - Act 1, Sex Scene 1
The stage was split in two by a large black curtain. On the right side was the first scene, which had a bed with a brass headboard and a chair. Three people came into the room, a bride in her wedding dress and veil, an older man dressed in a tux of black with a mustard-yellow tux shirt, and a younger man dressed in a jacket and pants with a distinctive greenish hue and a black shirt and green tie.
The Groom, the older man in the tux, stumbled in, sat in a chair, and appeared to pass out.
The 'Bride' was stunningly gorgeous. She was in her late 20s, with luxurious black hair that had a rich almost-blue hue to it, large breasts, a slender waist and luscious ass, giving her an hourglass shape, thin tube thighs, curvy calves and elegant, shapely feet.
The other man was youngish, very handsome, and there was a distinct bulge in his tight pants; he was well-hung. He was the 'Best Man', and obviously so in every way. My wife thought he was a handsome stud, I could tell.
