I watched in wonder as Terry seated my wife on the edge of the desk, then brought up a chair and sat before her. As Smoothy brought the camera around to capture this new angle, the other two also grabbed chairs and sat down for the show. Unfortunately, I couldn't see past them, and had to rely on the monitor to keep an eye on things.

With Melissa watching intently, Terry leaned forward and traced her fingers down my wife's body, starting at the tops of her tits, running across the sensitive nipples, down past her rib cage, over her ticklish stomach, and down towards the golden gate they all seemed to desire. The body suit stretched tautly against my wife's body, her dark bush a shadow behind the feathery fabric, the cloth bunched up as it disappeared between her legs. Terry's ruby red fingernails and tan hands stood out starkly in contrast to the dazzling white fabric. Occasionally the edge of a long fingernail would snag on the fabric, pulling it a little more tightly into my wife's highly sensitive crotch.

Finally Terry's fingers reached their goal, the mound of Venus straining to be free of the confining body suit. Terry wasted no time, thumbing at my wife's slit through the dampening cloth, peeling one side of fabric away to reveal a pink fold of skin, the entrance to my wife's hot, humid cunt. Artfully she dragged her fingernail up and down this ridge, smiling as Melissa squirmed under her touch. Up and down the length of it the fingernail crept, bouncing slightly as it met small bumps and crevices in the folds of skin.

Stretching the cloth farther to the side, Terry revealed the whole of Melissa's cunt. Now she used all her fingers to gently rake up and down the pouting lips, grinning openly as Melissa sought to hump her fingers. Always touching, but never penetrating, her fingertips danced across the sensitive skin, caressing her anus, tickling her inner thighs, scuffing about in her tangled bush. Finally, using a half-inch long fingernail, she parted my wife's cunt lips, running the nail up and down along the insides of her pussy lips. With a moan, Melissa opened her legs wider, her pussy stretching open in response. Gently, slowly, Terry dipped her finger inside, momentarily startled at how firmly Melissa's pussy clenched upon her daring finger. Soon another finger joined the first, and then a third, plunging and withdrawing, learning the intimate secrets of my wife's cunt as surely as she knew her own.

In response, Melissa bucked her hips against the invading hand, seeking more and more stimulation. Now her juices were openly flowing, dripping down onto the desktop, covering Terry's hand with a gleaming wetness. Terry found and exposed my wife's clit, flicking at it and rubbing it with her hard fingernails. You could almost see the tiny pearl straining for more, Melissa continually trying to grind her pussy against Terry's ever-active hands.

The sight of this woman finger-fucking my wife was such a turn-on, there was pre-cum literally flowing out of my cock, without any stroking on my part whatsoever. Though I couldn't see their faces, I knew this was pure torture for them, and they would be all the more eager to bury their cocks in my wife's juicy cunt. With just a few flicks of her finger, Terry had power over three men and one woman. So it didn't surprise me at all when Terry brought my wife right to the edge of orgasm, but denied her the final release.

"Now you can't have yours until we get ours, right?" she quipped, tugging at the fabric between my wife's legs. Bunching it together, she quickly cut through it, trimming it so it wasn't flapping around in the front or back. "Oooh...you look almost good enough to eat. Anybody hungry?"

The three guys almost tripped over themselves volunteering, with Terry selecting Shy Guy as the first diner. In a flash he was kneeling before the desk, licking at my wife's cunt as she strained against his face. Soon his face was covered in her juices, but she was no closer to cumming, as in his inexperience his tongue instinctively sought the deeper, darker recesses of her hole. Still, she got enough stimulation to remain on the edge, her hands fiercely grabbing the edge of the desk, her moans becoming more and more desperate. When Smoothy replaced Shy Guy at the entrance to my wife's cunt, he knew exactly what to do. Like his girlfriend, he enjoyed having power over people, and several times he licked her into a frenzy, always stopping just before the final, explosive moment.

Now Melissa was literally begging for it, her back arched off the table, her hips straining upwards, her cunt splayed open, eager to receive the final, exalted touch. And into the void stepped Punk, already licking his lips. Having already proven his expertise, he gloried in my wife's helplessness, urging her to beg more and more vocally for his talented tongue. Instructing spread her legs farther, he dove into her muff, his tongue first seeking her depths, before playfully licking the outer gates, getting closer and closer to her engorged clit. Still she begged for it; still he kept her on the edge of the chasm. totally enslaved to him. Sweat streaked her body; she grimaced and moaned as though in pain. Having done this to her myself, I knew how impatient she was for release. She didn't appreciate the exquisite anticipation like I did. She only knew what she wanted. And she would promise anything to get it. I just hoped she wouldn't promise them anything extra in exchange for this one orgasm.

Having brought her to the highest peak so far, Punk gestured for Terry to come over. Bending over Melissa's straining body, she took my wife's bobbing tit into her mouth, sucking noisily on the nipple. With that, Smoothy found her clit with his tongue and began lashing at it, his whole head shaking back and forth like a mad dog. In seconds, my wife's passion crested, her legs closing around Punk's head, her hands grabbing and massaging her other tit. Head thrown back, she yelled "Oh, yes!" joyfully, repeatedly, her body heaving in time, Terry still attached and suckling her quivering tit.