With a meaningful look at Shy Guy, Smoothy forced his cock into my wife's mouth, then lay down next to her in an intimate sixty-nine. But instead of tonguing her waiting slit, he reached back into his backpack of goodies and brought out a tube I immediately recognized as K-Y Jelly. Admonishing Melissa to keep on sucking, he liberally applied the lubrication to her anus, with the camera catching every stroke of his fingers. But when he reached for the half-eaten banana, she immediately spat out his dick, protesting, "Uh-uh. No way! Not even in your dreams! We agreed, no kinky stuff!"

With a triumphant grin that fled as fast as it came, Smoothy replied, "I don't know what you thought I was planning, but I'm certainly willing to make a deal. Tell you what. We'll skip the butt-fucking that you so richly deserve if you'll let us kiss you. That's the deal. One or the other. I mean, a slave can't be refusin' just any ol' time, right?" He tugged hard on the leash for emphasis.

"Okay," she said, sounding weary, "I'll go with the kissing. But if I so much as feel one finger back there, the deal's off."

"A deal it is. And now young lady," he said, pulling her to her knees with the leash, "you've got some punishment coming. I didn't hear one "Master" during that whole time, and I don't believe I gave you permission to stop sucking me off!"

Pushing his dick back into Melissa's mouth, Smoothy flipped the coin, caught it, and called out the verdict, "Heads it is! You're a lucky young lady. But just one more, and we'll be getting ourselves a freebie."

The camera panned down to where my wife continued to suck his rock hard cock. Her head bobbing furiously, I could see her cheeks hollow out as she sucked at him, and the roll of her tongue as she sought the sensitive helmet and ridge. Obviously enjoying himself, Smoothy lowered himself to kneel on the mattress, with Melissa's mouth never leaving his dick. Soon she was on her hands and knees, her legs spread out for balance, and her cunt clearly visible to the camera, its lips aflame with desire. The taut skin around her asshole gleamed in the lights, and it clenched and unclenched invitingly as she swayed back and forth. This sight proved overpowering for Punk, who left the control room and knelt behind her smooth butt. With one swift stroke he was buried up to the hilt in my wife's hot box. A sheen of sweat soon covered his body as he furiously pumped at her, and the cloying odor of her juices being suctioned out of her pussy filled the air, seeming to drive him to ever more violent thrusts. Soon Smoothy has withdrawn his cock from her mouth, fearing that the sudden jolts might cause Melissa to involuntarily bite him. Shy Guy circled the camera around the rutting couple, getting a tremendously lust-ridden shot of Melissa head on, her teeth gritted and arms straining to avoid being bowled over by Punk's thrusts. Her breasts swung this way and that, nipples rock hard, sweat dripping off them. Circling to the side, the camera revealed a juice-covered cock slamming into my wife's upthrust cunt, her ass cheeks shaking with every impact. Pounding faster than the camera could follow, he gripped her ass hard enough to leave marks. With an animal's cry, he paused halfway out, and then slammed hard into her, pumping his cum deep, deep into my wife's heated hole. Then he collapsed on top of her, sending them both sprawling to the mattress, their sweat mingling, his cock still embedded deep within her. After a few deep breaths, Punk pulled out of her with an audible "plop."

Breasts still heaving, she turned to lick his dick clean, the shaft twitching with every stroke of her tongue. Then he took the proffered camera from Shy Guy, who immediately sat on the mattress next to Melissa and placed her hand on his own stiff shaft. Pressing her back to the mattress, his lips covered hers, engaging her in more and more passionate kisses. Soon their tongues were fencing as he insistently probed into her mouth, his tongue caressing her lips, flicking her teeth and exploring every inch of her mouth. She seemed to be responding in kind, sucking his tongue inside her mouth, nibbling his lips, and stroking the massive cock nestled in the palm of her hand.

But her excitement was cut short when Shy Guy abruptly grabbed hold of the leash with one hand, and forced her legs apart with the other. By now she was facing the control room door directly, and I could easily watch him sexually dominate my wife. I liked using my binoculars to get a close-up view, but during particularly hot scenes I often had to drop them in order to jack off a bit. So mostly I caught the action on the TV monitor. I watched spellbound as Shy Guy none too gently traced around her cunt with the end of the leash. Then he pulled the leash taut, forcing her into a semi-upright position, so that she could watch and 'enjoy' the proceedings. Using his thumbs, he pulled the cunt lips open, and then told Punk to get a close-up shot. As before, you could see far inside, to the sticky, milky goop that was all that remained of Punk's massive cum shot.