Part Sixteen

Ted took a long, deep breath, then yawned slowly. He'd done enough presentations to know how to relax himself beforehand. The key was in the preparation. All you had to do was to know your product and your audience. He caressed his wife's naked butt as she applied the last of her makeup. He certainly knew his product ­ intimately. And he'd just spent the good part of the last 12 weeks, and past four hours, getting her ready for this moment. She'd spent the day grooming herself to perfection. First a long hot bath in scented oils, followed by a manicure and pedicure administered by his daughters. She'd shaved her legs to a baby soft smoothness. He'd had her grow out her bush a little, and ordered her to trim it into a nice oval shape, which set a nice counterpoint to her full breasts. With the girls' help, they'd trimmed and curled her hair, and with the final application of makeup she looked as seductive as he'd ever seen her.

He had a great product to sell. Knowing the audience was a bit harder. Over the past 12 weeks he'd compiled a file on the General that was remarkable only because of his eclectic tastes. His sexual preferences ran all over the board, and Ted had been unable to come up with a unique Presentation that would hit all his hot buttons. One day the General would be simply fucking a nubile school girl next to her swimming pool, and the next he would spend several hours in a basement dungeon torturing a helpless housewife. One day he might take a quick blowjob from a woman chosen seemingly at random, and the next he might be the lone male in a planned orgy featuring four or five hot and horny women. With so much disparate data to work with, he'd settled on a Presentation strategy that was simplicity itself. Because it wouldn't be the Presentation that got the General's attention. It would be the product.

Kim appeared in the bathroom doorway, breathlessly reporting, "He's here." Ted ordered the two of them to stay in their rooms for the duration of the evening. He wanted nothing to distract the General from Terri's charms. Quickly he helped his wife don a long, white fleece robe, her only clothing for the evening. Turning her to face him, he gave his final instructions. "Remember, enthusiasm is the key. Do everything he says as if he's the most important person in your life. For tonight, he's me." For a moment, he thought he saw something ugly reflect in her eyes, but just as quickly it was gone. As she turned to head down the stairs, he was suddenly struck with a sickening feeling of dread and foreboding. But all he could do was follow her.

They'd set up the living room to be intimate and inviting, with the lighting down low and a comfortable chair providing a good view of the room. Two soldiers guarded the door, and Ted knew that several were also patrolling outside. The General, clad in combat fatigues and enjoying some of the Donovan's valuable cache of wine, sat expectantly in the chair, with the air of a man in control of the situation. Terri stopped just a few feet from him, with Ted hovering behind her right shoulder. This was it.

"General, I'd like to present my wife Terri," he began, his hands settling on her shoulders. "From this moment on, she is at your command. At your beck and call. Whatever you need, whatever you want, whatever you desire, my wife is here to give it to you. She may be my wife, but she is your plaything. I give you her lips, full and capable. To kiss you, to caress you, to suck you, to stimulate you. May you find much pleasure within their tantalizing touch."

He paused to draw her robe down to her waist, revealing her full and heavy breasts. Keeping his eyes on the General, he continued, "I give you my wife's breasts. Yours to touch, suck, twist or torture. Always available to you for a tit fuck, or to stimulate your desire. I give them to you for whatever pleasure you desire."

Ted could feel the rhythm building upon itself, the heat beginning to conduct between the General and his wife. He let his voice become rougher, his language become closer, as his gifts to the man before him became more and more intimate. Wasn't it every man's dream to possess another man's wife? To have what is normally forbidden? He was playing to that desire, and by all observations, succeeding. He turned his wife around and pulled the bottom of her robe up.

"I give you my wife's ass. Yours to caress or pinch or punish or," he paused dramatically, "to penetrate, whenever you want, however you want. She is," he confided leeringly, "a hot bitch and a good fuck, doggy-style. Her ass is yours, to use however you want."

He slowly turned her around to face the General again, dramatically releasing the robe's tie, letting the fabric fall to the floor. She stood completely nude before him, her hands demurely clasped behind, her breasts proudly thrust forward. He gently placed his fingers on the outside of her pouting slit, with the easy intimacy of one who's been there many times before. He let his voice get even coarser, his language even lewder. Now there'd be no doubt. He wasn't handing over some goddess to be worshipped, but a fuck slut that knew her place and was ready only to serve.

"I give you my wife's pussy. Her cunt, her twat, her hot little hole, opening up for you whenever you want. Take it, probe it, pound it," he encouraged, he voice nearly rasping with carnal venom. "You'll find that she's a good fuck, a cum slut, ready to do anything just to have a hard cock in her wet little hole. Her cunt is yours, to use however you want." He finished then, panting with the effort of giving his wife away, sure that his little act was enough to ignite the desire in the man. Who wouldn't want such a hot, big-titted twat, especially when the husband clearly didn't want to give her up? He turned and headed up the stairs, studiously avoiding the gaze of the soldier at the door, and never looking back at his nude wife standing before her newest master.