The Thin End Of The Wedge Pt 12

Previously in The Thin End of the Wedge: Sally returns to the village after a wonderful holiday in the Caribbean to find that Diana has honoured her request for an opportunity to experience 'The Beast'. She is to star in one of the Manor's stage shows. Now read on ...

Sally was excited. The script for Diana and Harold's new stage show was in her hands. She was admittedly a little daunted by the task of learning lines, something she'd not had to do since the days of the school play nearly thirty years ago, but the prospect of being on stage thrilled her.

Sex was good, sex was fine, and it was fun, but increasingly it was sex with others watching that was really turning her on. At The Splendor, and on vacation, the fucks that really stayed in her memory were the ones where people watched her perform. And now she had the opportunity of a theatre full of voyeurs.

Tom had immediately gone off to the pub on their return home so Sally filled the washing machine and made herself a snack. And the washing was easy, they'd only worn clothes while travelling, so just a small load. No wonder, when packing for the holiday, Tom had kept saying that this or that wouldn't be needed. He'd known it was a nudist and swinger resort.

Now Sally was reading her way carefully through the script with a gin and tonic in her hand, trying to anticipate the 'acting' that would be needed. There certainly seemed to be plenty of opportunity for fun here. At about page twenty-two she found a slip of paper inserted. It suggested a time and date for Sally to meet the Director.

"Oooh, a casting couch opportunity," Sally said quietly to nobody in particular. "I'd better put on a good performance."

The date given to meet the Director was also her fourtieth birthday. Tom might be planning something for that date. Every year, on her birthday, they went to the Black Bull and Tom bought her champagne to celebrate. It was his 'go to' approach to celebrations, he did exactly the same on their wedding anniversary. And Christmas Eve. Luckily the time for meeting the Director was just after lunch, so Sally reckoned she'd be free for whatever Tom had planned for the evening.

A couple of days went by. Sally returned to work at The Splendor. After all she needed to start building up a new fund to return to the island. But, in her spare time, she poured over the script trying to learn her lines. Then the appointment day arrived and Diana sent the limo to collect her. Returning to the Manor was a nice nostalgic feeling and Sally remembered, with fondness, her 'greedy girl' gangbang. It seemed an age ago, but it had only been a few short months. Diana was stood at the front door to greet her as the car crunched over the gravel driveway and came to rest perfectly aligned with the Manor entrance.

"Sally!" Diana gave her friend a kiss on each cheek, "So lovely to see you again."

"It was very nice of you to arrange this for me, Diana. I really appreciate it," Sally replied.

"It was a pleasure, I assure you," replied Diana. "Let's go in and I'll introduce you to Sebastian."

Diana led the way through the corridors of the Manor. It really was enormous, a maze of a place. And, a few minutes later, they were entering the Theatre. Modelled on the concept of theatre in the round Sally had watched a performance of Beauty and the Beast here, naked bodies writhing under the stage lights. Now it looked a lot less mysterious. It was fully lit and she could see every detail of the stage, the ceiling fitments to raise and lower scenery, the sound booth, and the lighting rigs. The sound of carpentry could be heard from backstage, a man was clambering amongst the lights making adjustments, and several workmen were measuring up part of the stage and discussing some plans with a handsome, tall, dark-haired, man.

His clothes were bohemian but very high quality, his manner that of a general giving orders to his troops, everything about him spoke of privilege and status. Even if Sally had not been guided to him by Diana, one glance would have told her that here was the Director.

"Sebastian," said Diana warmly. "May I introduce Sally? The local lady I thought would cast well as Jack's mother."

Sally wondered if she should curtsy. This was such a formal introduction, it was like meeting minor royalty. But then this man might actually be a minor royal, destined never to take the throne unless some dreadful accident claimed twenty people before him in the order of succession. She nodded at him, bobbed just a fraction to be sure, and smiled.

He put out his hand, took hers, and kissed the back. "Delighted to meet you, dear lady," he said, his voice rich and deep. "Let's talk!"

They slowly walked around the area between the circular stage and the seating, arm in arm, like a Victorian couple 'perambulating' on an evening. Sebastian talked about acting, about living the part, about understanding motivation. He paused occasionally to comment on what a workman was doing, then suddenly turned to Sally and said, "Let's see what you have, dear. Take your clothes off please."

Sally, rather expecting some sort of couch to be part of the next stage in the audition, hesitated, "Here? Now?"

"My dear," replied Sebastian, waving at the empty seats, and the handful of workmen, "Soon you will be naked in front of, sorry, what's the capacity of this theatre?" He was addressing that last remark to one of the workmen.

"About a hundred, sir," replied the workman.

"Naked in front of a hundred," continued Sebastian turning back to Sally. He stopped talking. Sally had hurriedly thrown off all her clothes and now stood stark naked on the stage with one hand gently rubbing her cunt lips and the other lifting up one breast. She really wanted this role.

She smiled at him, "Is this what you were wanting?"

"Yes, dear lady!" He twirled his finger in the air and Sally obediently rotated herself so he could see her from all angles. Sally awaited the decision on her body, which she knew was far from perfect. Yesterday she'd noticed a double chin beginning to develop, and her breasts, tummy, thighs and buttocks could all be a lot firmer.

"You'll do, dear lady," said Sebastian.

Sally sighed with relief.

"You look fine. But, we do need to check your acting skills as well, dear lady," he added.

Sally became nervous again.

"Give me a soliloquy," said Sebastian, sitting down in the front row, after shifting some tools and somebody's lunch box.

Sally breathed deeply, then launched into her aside to the audience after Jack had left for market. It was short, nothing like the length of a proper Shakespearean soliloquy, but it was full of emotion. Jack's mother was worried about their future if Jack couldn't get the money for the rent. Sebastian watched her intently, listening carefully, waited for her to stop, then spoke.

"That was fine, dear lady, not bad for an amateur," he smiled. "I particularly enjoyed the way your sobs made your breasts rise and fall."

Sally grinned back, perhaps she could do this acting lark. She made a mental note to check in the script if she had clothes on for that speech. If she didn't then she would definitely make sure her sobs were as dramatic as possible.

Sebastian was now looking around the auditorium. He waved his hand in the air at the general location of several workmen. "I need a volunteer to have carnal relations with this lady so I can tutor her on the action scenes."

There was a brief pause as the workmen worked out that 'carnal relations' meant 'fuck this sexy, middle-aged, slut of a housewife' then every hand went up.

Sebastian looked around and chose a carpenter, "You sir, yes you, what's your name?"

"Jack, Mr Director," replied the carpenter.

"How apt," laughed Sebastian. "Get your clothes off, come onto the stage, and can someone find some sheepskins and clear away those tools!"

The workmen busied themselves shifting saws, chisels and other tools that had no place in a love scene. Someone came from backstage and spread two sheepskins on the, now cleared, stage. Then the workmen positioned themselves where it might look like they were working, but where they had a good view. Sally watched as her latest lover dropped his clothes and revealed a chubby body with a distinct beer gut, but a pleasingly large and very erect cock. Red flooded her cunt with juice, and she licked her lips in anticipation.

"Sally,", said Sebastian. "Please kneel down. I need you to pleasure this man's penis."

She knelt on the sheepskin and faced the carpenter.

Sebastian waved his hand, "And, action!"

Anxious to prove herself Sally, on the word action, took Jack's cock and, pushing her head forwards energetically, rammed it down her throat. It went down remarkably smoothly and the phrase 'rat down a drainpipe' suddenly popped into her mind. The manoeuvre took Jack completely by surprise and he stood, stunned, as she took his entire length, ground her lips into his pubic hair, and grasped his balls. As she started to massage them, and apply her tongue to Jack's cock, a voice cut in, rather spoiling her fun.

"Stop!" shouted Sebastian. "Sorry! Stop please, dear lady."

Sally stopped, Jack's cock still in her mouth, hoping this wasn't going to be a long delay or she would run out of air. Sebastian waved his expressive hand and she reluctantly pulled her head back. Jack's cock, drenched in her saliva, waved in the air.

Sebastian smiled, "Most impressive dear lady but I want you to seduce his cock first, before you consume it." He got out of his seat and approached Sally. She used a finger to deal with some drool that had escaped her lips and hoped he didn't notice the trickle of vaginal juices down the inside of her thigh.

Sebastian leaned close and whispered, "Dear lady we want to build anticipation, make the audience wait for the action, they will then enjoy it more. So slower, please."

Sally nodded and, when the call to action came again, she teased Jack's cock with little licks and kisses, taking her time before finally taking it into her mouth. The effect on Jack was electric, he stood gasping and croaking as she applied skills learned over the last few weeks at The Splendor to his cock. And his mates were mesmerised watching her with wide eyes and lustful expressions. She maintained eye contact with Jack throughout and, when his cum spurted into her mouth, she showed it to him on her tongue, before swallowing with a big grin.

"Bravo! Bravo!" Sebastian led the applause. "Though if you'll take my advice, dear lady, you should show the cum to the audience, not Jack here. He's just the actor."

Sally grinned and waited for her next instructions. Sebastian indicated she should lie on the sheepskins and she started to rush to comply, then thought better of it and instead lay herself down slowly and languidly, stretching like a cat before finally ending on her back and spreading her legs. Sebastian smiled at her, then gestured for Jack to cover her.

Jack stumbled down to put his cock near to Sally's welcoming cunt and she smiled at him and put a hand on his cock, drawing him closer. He had an expression on his face that made it look like he believed all his Christmas presents had come at once. As he tentatively probed her cunt Sally could not help but give a little sigh of pleasure.

"Louder," came the instruction from Sebastian.

Sally put her hands on Jack's hips, pulled him forwards so his cock entered her, and gave a long, shuddering, groan. So did he and she could see the panic on his face as the warm slickness of her cunt threatening to make him ejaculate immediately. She got him to withdraw and performed a trick on him that Scarlet had taught her. She pressed her finger on the end of his cock. His urge subsided and she pulled him in again. He started to thrust ... and suddenly Sebastian was there, leaning in close, like a myopic voyeur who needed to be within inches to see anything.

His comments came thick and fast, "Legs wider Sally, you're covering the action. Push those tits up at him. Look at the audience from time to time dear. Louder, dear. No really loud, dear. Project! Throw that voice out into the auditorium. You're an actress now, make that voice work for you!"

Sally thought it was lucky his comments were all aimed at her. Jack was struggling to fuck her whilst this man was commenting all the time. But, of course, she was the actress, he was just an extra, a stand-in for rehearsals, his performance didn't count. Then Sebastian suggested a change of position and rearranged the pair into doggy position. Sally found herself looking straight at a couple of workmen.

As Jack started to push hard into her cunt, his confidence building, she found herself hoping they would join in. She held herself on one hand and reached out with the other. She knew her face was likely to be flushed, and her tongue was poking out slightly, an ahegao face, as the Japanese referred to it. She hoped this might attract them but they just watched. Not wanting to get on the wrong side of the Director, presumably.

"Wonderful, dear lady," said Sebastian. "Yes, yes, reach out to your audience. Draw them into the action, and don't fear letting your feelings show."

Sally wanted to ask a question, but the fucking was getting in the way of rational thought. She concentrated hard, "Er, Sebastian, ooh, the script, oh, aaah!"

"Yes, dear lady?" he replied.

She pulled her thoughts together, "There's no dialogue during the, oh that's yummy Jack, sex scenes. So should I stay quiet?"

Jack slowed and hesitated, seemingly aware that his increasingly aggressive thrusts were stopping Sally from talking.

Sebastian shook a finger at him, "Keep going man, no slacking! Now Sally, to answer your question. You must not be quiet. Say whatever the character would say. Become one with the character. And say whatever you think she would say in the circumstances."

Sally put this one aside for when she didn't have a cock in her cunt. She managed, "Okay, Sebastian, er Mr Director. I will think, oh shit, about that. Oooooh!"

The next hour was filled with more tuition. Sally found herself fucked in a dozen different positions, with Sebastian providing pointers for each one to improve the view and experience for the audience. Between them they wore out Jack who found an excuse to return to his work, and his place was taken by the lighting rig man, Sean. At the end Sally was feeling well fucked and much more confident.

Sebastian helped her, sweaty and cum splattered, off the stage and kissed her hand. "Well done Sally," he smiled. "A good rehearsal. You have the part!" He waved his arms expressively and continued, "The script will help with your scenes. Become Jack's mother in your mind and you won't go far wrong."

Diana returned and guided Sally to the showers, then arranged a lift home for her. She was to return in two days for the performance, arriving mid afternoon so she could get her costume organised before the evening show.

That evening she celebrated her fourtieth birthday down at the Black Bull. Tom bought her champagne, surprise surprise, and everyone raised their glass to her health. Sally looked around the bar and realised that there were quite a few people she'd fucked since the start of all this. George was there, with Mark and Sue, Trixie was behind the bar, and so was Delroy. She could see Michael from the garage, and Gruffydd from the post office and John and Mindy, the newlyweds, canoodling in the corner. There was Brian from next door sharing a table with Mary from across the street. And Alice, Bob, Carmel and Duncan were sharing their usual 'quiz night' table. All pleasant reminders of Sally's new life.

The next two days passed quickly as Sally kept herself busy. She spent every spare moment on the script. And she tried to get 'into the head' of a fantasy character. Not easy. She got hold of a copy of Jack and the Beanstalk from the library. It was a children's version of the story so there was a lot of stuff in Sebastian's script that wasn't in the story, but it was helpful. Jack's mother was in a few parts of the story and Sally studied every word, looking for 'motivation', as Sebastian called it. When Tom fucked her that night she lay under him 'being' Jack's mother. She wasn't sure he noticed anything different.

Performance day arrived and Sally made her way to the Manor House and through the corridors to the backstage changing area. She rather expected a series of little rooms, with a star on her door, but what she found was simply one long room. Down one whole side there were racks of costumes and props. And, opposite, mirror after mirror with a seat in front of each one. Half naked people filled the room. The only dressed people seemed to be the housekeeper, who had the job of costume mistress, and one of the maids, who was doing makeup.

The first person Sally spotted was Carmel who had, as she asked back in the cafe, had been given the role of Milky White, the family cow. She was stood, stark naked, slightly bent over, being fitted with her tail by Diana.

"Relax," Diana was saying. "I can't get the butt plug tail in if you don't relax, Carmel"

Carmel made a good cow. Her head, crotch, armpits - in fact everywhere - had been shaved and on her bald head a pair of horns had been attached. She'd been given ear extensions to made her ears poke out more to the sides. But it was her body that most impressed Sally. She was white, whiter than usual, for normally she had a rather ruddy complexion. And she had splodges of black, which imitated the patterning of a British Friesian cow. Sally looked closely. The colour didn't look like theatrical greasepaint. Had the woman made the insane decision to give herself a full body tattoo, or some permanent body art, so that the colour wouldn't rub off in the middle of a sex scene? If so then Sally couldn't fault her dedication to this show. She just hoped Duncan, Carmel's husband, liked cows as much as she seemed to because, if it was a tattoo, she was going to look that way forever.

John, the young farm labourer, Harold, his master, and Bob and Duncan were there, getting finishing touches to their medieval style costumes. Each costume had one, not very medieval, element. The trousers were all crotchless and they had cock rings hung from their belts to help them keep it up during the show. The clever design meant that they could fuck without having the complication of stripping.

John looked up at Sally. "Hello Mum," he joked. He was the dark horse here today. It was Diana who had spotted that the lad had a skill for acting. She'd been 'tutoring' him ever since he'd come back from the honeymoon. At least that was what she'd said she was doing as she took him to her bedroom every afternoon.

Diana called out to Sally, "Good afternoon. Let's get you made up and into your costume."

In contrast to the costumes of the men, Diana was stark naked and painted gold. Contrary to the impression given in the Bond movie Goldfinger, being painted gold didn't kill you. However it did focus attention on your shape, which was no bad thing in Diana's case.

Diana led Sally past Trixie and toward an unoccupied seat by a mirror. Trixie had been cast as the servant girl accomplice of the evil Merchant, her costume being a raunchy version of her normal costume at the Black Bull. Except that her lacy top dipped so low her nipples were on display. She seemed to be spending a lot of time adjusting her makeup which was very heavy.

There was no sign of The Beast, but then Sally had been told, last time she was here to watch such a show, that he was kept apart from the actresses so that their first sight of him was a more natural reaction.

Diana sat Sally down and called the Maid over. Then, under the light of the bulbs around the mirror, the young woman proceeded to wipe off the makeup Sally had so carefully applied before setting off to the Manor.