The negotiations completed, Smoothy bent to the task of relieving the pressure that had been building for more than an hour in his cock. With Shy Guy on the camera and Punk back in the control room, Smoothy directed them to get a close-up of my wife's soggy cunt. All through the conversation beads of juice-soaked cum had been dripping out from between the lips of her cunt, trailing down her crack to puddle on the desk. Now, Smoothy ordered her to lick the puddle from the desk, as he positioned himself behind her ass for her final fucking of the night. He smoothly stroked in, and then immediately pulled out. "Our honey pot's so full, I can't feel anything!" he said in amazement. "Hop up on that desk, Liss. I've got just the thing for this."

Rummaging around in his backpack, Smoothy pulled out a cigar-shaped object wrapped in white paper. A tampon!

"Don't forget," Smoothy said, cutting off her protest, "there are other ways to clean out your pussy. And punishments for not following orders."

Eyes closed in shame, Melissa leaned back, unwrapped the tampon and swiftly inserted it, closely watched by Smoothy, Shy Guy and the camera. After she tossed away the applicator tubes, Smoothy bent to inspect the string trailing from her vagina. "Ha! Now she's got another leash!" he joked, pulling at it playfully, to the guffaws of Punk. "I bet it tastes juicy!" Melissa, however, seemed to be close to crying, and I once again felt the urge to charge in and put an end to this.

But after he pulled the sopping wet tampon out of my wife's cunt, he took one look at her stricken face and decided not to push the issue, instead throwing the tampon into a nearby waste can. Then he pulled her by the leash down to the mattress, bent over her, and began kissing her face and lips, ordering her to respond in kind. Smoothy and my wife french kissed ardently, her hand kneading his balls and caressing his dick. His hands squeezed and pinched her nipples, when not caressing and invading her cunt. Occasionally his lips would leave hers for a foray down to her breasts, which he would suck at so forcefully that the skin would stretch, it seemed, nearly to the breaking point. With his cock visibly throbbing, he reached down between his legs and used it to caress my wife's pussy, causing her to arch her back for more. Grinning at her submission, he placed a roll of her clothes under her hips, so her pussy was now about six inches off the mattress. Then, kneeling between her legs, he plunged his cock into her twitching cunt, pushing the engorged lips well into her steaming cave. The camera caught every clench of her pussy, every twist of his cock, every bead of juice on their pubic hair. Sometimes he would pull himself completely out, enjoying his mastery of my wife's body. His cock would sway just above her waiting slit, juice dripping from the purple tip. With a harsh leer he would reach down between the soaked lips and find her clit, pinching it between thumb and forefinger. Pulling and tugging at it, he seemed to delight at how she squirmed under him, unwilling to beg for more but unable to quell her response. Then he would dip his cock back into the dark red target, and punish her with a dozen or more savage strokes, before pulling out again. Finally he could contain his lust no longer, and Smoothy banged at my wife with a fury, nearly knocking her off her nest of clothes.

Back in the Producer's room, I also worked my cock furiously, determined to cum in concert with the young stud now savaging my wife. Punk, too, was greatly affected, and he made his way out to the studio, where he stood over the two figures humping in rhythm on the floor. Straightening, using Melissa's upstretched legs for leverage, Smoothy slowed and smashed into her cunt with three, no, four massive thrusts, before pulling out a final time and disgorging a stream of white, shimmering cum all over her body. Wrapping his hands around his dick, he pumped at it, this time aiming at her pussy, which strained upwards, as though searching for that which had most recently filled it. At about the time the last drops dribbled onto my wife's slick pussy lips, Punk's cock erupted, sending an avalanche of saucy cum onto her face, into her hair, and over her tits. Seconds later, my own cock spurted a stream onto the floor where I knelt; the subsequent spurts dribbling wet, warm and sticky onto my hand.

Unlike the gentlemen inside who were now enjoying the clean-up services of my wife's tongue, I had to use my handkerchief to clean my hands, cock and the floor. As the three guys enjoyed their tongue-bath, I crept out and de-gaussed the remaining two tapes, taking care to place them back exactly where I found them. Then I packed up my stuff and crept out the back way. I had a lot of plans to put in motion before next week.