When my wife emerged from behind the curtains, all activity stopped. The guys looked at her as though seeing her for the first time, Terry regarding them all with a sly smile. The white garment turned out to be a body suit, which draped from Melissa's throat down to her crotch. High-necked and lacy, it perfectly encased her body, stretching seductively over her tits, creating a taut tent down to her flat belly, and bunching tightly between her legs. At Terry's order, she pivoted and modeled the back, which swept sharply up over her ass, revealing just enough of her muscled ass cheeks. The fabric clung tightly to her hips, sides and back, ending high on the neck, well under her soft, bouncy hair. The high cut of the suit really set off her legs, and the bright whiteness made her bare arms look especially smooth and elegant.

"I want her," Terry blurted, breaking the trance. "You guys have had her enough. I want a turn."

"Whaddaya mean?" Smoothy asked, beckoning my wife over to him.

"Just put me in charge of her. I'll make sure she takes real good care of you. She'll be my slave, and I'll be giving her to you. And if you want anything special, all you have to do is ask me."

"Well guys?" Smoothy asked, checking with them for any objections.

When Shy Guy and Punk nodded yes, Smoothy clapped his hands and said, "Allright, then. Let's get it on!" And he immediately started stripping off his clothes, followed closely by Shy Guy and Punk.

When all three guys were down to their jockey shorts, Terry lined them up in a row, and positioned the studio camera to get a good shot. She'd wanted to use the hand-held camera, but Melissa had put her foot down, saying that she wouldn't allow anyone who hadn't been trained to use a $12,000 camera. The rolling studio camera, equipped with a fantastic zoom lense, had been their compromise.

"Okay, slave," Terry called to Melissa. "You've got some greeting to do!"

Shy Guy set the tone by having my wife kneel in front of him, and bend way over to kiss the tops of his bare feet. After placing kisses on both shins, knees and thighs, Shy Guy ordered her to reach inside and hold his cock with one hand, while pulling the jockeys down with the other. With his cock only in the semi-hard state, she was able to take its full length into her mouth. Using her lips to stimulate the base, and her hands to play with his balls, his dick quickly began to harden.

In less than a minute, she was no longer able to accommodate his massive cock in her mouth, and it's very expansion had pushed her head away from his body. Though it was obvious that she could barely breathe, she gamely kept him inside her, making uncertain attempts to bob her head and stimulate his pulsating meat. Finally he pulled it out of her, and she licked and kissed every inch of it, obediently sucking the pre-cum that occasionally welled up from the tip. Terry, inexpertly working the camera, still caught every moment of it, with the cum and saliva deliciously gleaming in the studio lights.

Pulling my wife to her feet, Shy Guy quickly attached his lips to hers, his tongue exploring her mouth. His hands grasped at her breasts, desperately squeezing at them, the fabric and flesh protruding between his fingers. He lowered his head and found her nipples beneath the sheer fabric, frustratedly sucking at them but getting a mouthful of cotton, instead.

"Here, maybe this will help," Terry interrupted from her perch behind the camera. Digging into Smoothy's backpack, she advanced on Melissa with a pair of scissors. "Well, slave, you have very beautiful boobs," Terry commented, shyly and then more boldly touching my wife on the shoulder. "Too nice to keep covered up."

Holding the scissors in her right hand, Terry reached out and caressed the side of my wife's right breast. Melissa quickly averted her eyes, but didn't shy back. With an encouraging look from Smoothy, Terry continued her exploration, as Shy Guy watched mesmerized. Moving closer, her fingertips trailed across the top of my wife's tit, over the valley, and to the top of her right breast. Cupping her hand, she tried to weigh the flesh, but found Melissa's tit far too constrained by the body suit. Fingers outstretched and palm down, she grasped her boob and pulled it outward, until her fingertips covered only the nipple, erect and straining against the lacy netting.

By now, Terry was close enough to Melissa to share the same breath. Slowly, sesuously, she reached up and placed her lips against my wife's exposed throat, smiling slightly as Melissa involuntarily drew back, and then obediently settled back into place. She left two more feather-light kisses on my wife's neck, her hand never leaving its hold on her nipple. Then, standing back, she repeated her grasping gesture, this time taking hold of the body suit and pulling it outward from Melissa's breast. Bringing the scissors up, she silently sliced through the fabric bunched in her fingertips, smiling as the remainder of the suit snapped back into place. Now, where her nipple had once been trapped by the lace, there was a jagged hole, with her hard nipple and aureola peeking through. Terry then cut a similar hole over the other breast, leaving Melissa standing there with her nipples totally exposed, ready to service all the guys.

"There, now we don't have that nasty, ol' suit in the way," Terry purred, sashaying her way back to her seat behind the camera.

After that display, Shy Guy needed no convincing, and he bent to attack my wife's tits with a fury. After several minutes of licking, sucking and nibbling, the whole area at the top of her tits was stiff and red. The holes had torn farther open and become frayed, although the tightness of the body suit still kept her boobs fully lifted and separated.