So I paused again, my hand on the doorknob, my cock throbbing in my pants, and my eyes glued to the peekhole.

In the studio, Smoothy moved around the chair until he was standing behind my wife. As he placed his hands on her shoulders, she took a deep breath in and held it. Slowly, his hands slid down, until they were over her tits, and then under them, caressing and supporting them. With his head down next to her ear, he spoke loud enough for all to hear, "Part of the game is you have to participate. You have to sound and act like you're having fun. If we don't have fun, then we don't cum. And then, no pictures for you. Understand?"

Melissa nodded, letting her breath out slowly.

"Now let's see what we've got here," Smoothy said, lust creeping into his voice. "Before we came in, we drew numbers to see who would get you first. Yes, we knew you'd go for it. You have to. And I won. Next is Thomas," nodding to Shy Guy, "and Mark," nodding to Punk. "I have to get you ready for Thomas, cuz it's gonna be his first time."

Shy Guy turned away, giving a quick tug at his groin.

"Stand up," Smoothy demanded, his hands never leaving her tits. Even from the peekhole I could see her nipples were hard. Smoothy stood behind her, his hands possessively roaming her chest, pausing to fondle her nipples through the cloth, cup each tit, and then slide down her flat stomach to the tops of her jeans. Briefly he pulled her close to grind his bulge against her ass, before seeming to get control of himself. Whether he could instinctively sense it, or just wanted to prolong the inevitable, Melissa reacts quite passionately to foreplay. In other circumstances, she would've been all over him by now.

Smoothy walked around in front of her and deftly untied the knot in her blouse, then smoothly pushed it off her shoulders. Placing his hands on her bare shoulders, he leaned forward for a kiss.

"No!" she cried, stepping back. "No kissing. That's not part of the deal, and it's not negotiable!"

Smoothy looked about to object, but thought better of it. Turning to his friends, he winked and said, "That's OK. I've got something else for you to kiss."

He turned back to her, his hands now squeezing and twiddling with her nipples, which were quite clearly erect under the cloth. He reached down and pulled her top out of her jeans, then stepped around behind her and whispered in her ear. With that, she reached down and pulled her top over her head, letting it fall to the floor. Her beautiful C-cups stared out at the boys, the nipples rosey pink and hard as rocks. Melissa's tits are firm enough that they barely sway, and she easily passes the pencil test.

Obviously parroting the words Smoothy was whispering in her ear, she announced to Punk and Shy Guy, "Gentlemen. My tits are your's to use and enjoy. I wanna feel your tongue on them. I wanna rub them up and down your body. I wanna feel your cock between them. And when you cum, cum all over them, so they stay smooth and soft. They're your tits, now."

Still standing behind her, his hands finally left her tits, and began to journey down her midriff to her jeans. Reaching around her, he unsnapped the top button, and slowly unzipped the fly. His hand briefly slid inside her jeans as he whispered more instructions to her.

Obediently she turned in his arms, and grasping her jeans, she tugged them down over her hips, while he stepped back to admire the view. Bent over, with her firm ass facing towards the three of them, and me, she pushed her jeans to the floor, and then kicked out of them. As per her instructions, she maintained this position, and I could see that her panties had risen up into her butt crack, revealing her smooth, well-rounded cheeks. From this angle, I could also see her tits hanging provacatively down, and I wasn't surprised to see Smoothy step over and give them another tweak.

Finally, he had her stand again, and he resumed his position behind her, alternating between squeezing her breasts and running his hands over the outside of her panties. Evidently Melissa had expected me that evening, because she was wearing her "fuck me" panties: see-through enough to make out every pubic hair, with just a discreet panel covering the mound. And because she wore them fairly tight, you could easily see the outlines of her pussy lips.

Smoothy continued to erotically tantalize his audience of two, heightening their desire, his own, and though he didn't know it, mine too. With Smoothy whispering in her ear, Melissa then announced, "My mouth is your's to use. I wanna suck your dick, and I'll kiss or lick you anywhere. And when you cum in my mouth, I promise I'll swallow every bit of it." She looked a bit disgusted by the prospect, but when Smoothy put his finger in her mouth, she obediently sucked and licked at it.

By this time, Smoothy's demonstration of power had taken on an almost ceremonial feel. Everyone looked on, mesmerized, the bulges in their jeans revealing just how hooked they were. My own cock was throbbing incessantly, so much that I undid my own pants and freed it through the slit in my underwear. Quite frankly, any thought of stopping this was gone now.

Smoothy's hands now wandered freely over my wife's body, often pausing to rub the silkiness of her panties. Then, after pulling her closer, he slid his right hand under the thin fabric, pushing into her nest of soft pubic hair. The fabric clearly revealed his white fingers against her dark hair, the tip of his longest finger resting just above her slit. He played with her hair momentarily, relishing his position of power.

A few more whispered words, and she quickly tugged her panties down, revealing to the young men their sexual prize. Involuntarily, her hands went down to shield her sex, but Smoothy quickly stepped up and pulled them away. Taking her by the arm, he had her sit on the edge of the desk. And leaning over her once more, he placed his hand back in her thicket of pubic hair, this time with his fingers covering the entrance to her pussy. After a few whispers with no action from Melissa, he ordered, "Spread your legs."

Meekly she opened her legs, offering Shy Guy and Punk a peek at her sex that was only somewhat obstructed by Smoothy's fingers. As he whispered to her, she whispered to them, "My pussy is your's to use however you want. I want your dick inside me, fucking me as long as you want. You can take me any way you want." Voice trembling, she continued, "Eat me. Fuck me. Whatever you want. I'm your slave for the next three weeks. I want to make you cum inside me. I'm your's." And with that, he quickly plunged his middle finger deep inside her cunt, burying it to the hilt. She gasped at this invasion, as Punk yelled, "Yes!" and slapped a high five with Shy Guy.