"OK, then. You have ten minutes to run upstairs, put some makeup on, put this on and drink another glass of wine." He threw her a handful of lingerie. "Put a short skirt and top over it. We're going someplace special."

In the car, the closer they got to the sleazy side of town, the more skittish Kelli felt. The lack of sleep, the porn and the wine were all having an effect on her. She'd been surprised upon removing the dong from her pussy to find it slick with her juices. Even now, she had the distinct feeling that she'd already soaked the thin fabric stretched between her legs. So Kelli felt about ready to bolt when Jack finally parked next to a nondescript, unmarked business building. What was going on?

She still hadn't gotten the answer after they'd entered and found themselves in a white-washed, undecorated office, with two unmarked doors leading to the interior. The receptionist's gaze barely flicked over her before stopping to appraise Jack for several seconds. At her nod, they entered the door to the right, and found themselves in an unadorned room, with clothes hooks stretching down one wall. Women's clothing hung from five or six of the hooks.

"I guess you should take off your skirt and top and hang them on the hook," Jack said to her. "Then put these on," he said, brandishing a pair of stiletto heels that she hadn't even noticed in his hands. Dressed in the tight teddy and wearing the tall heels, Kelli felt she could pass for a hooker or call girl. Surely that's not what Jack had planned! By now her heart was hammering with trepidation. They proceeded through another door into a room containing about a dozen cubicles surrounded by a dozen doors. The only lighting came from the green and red lights above the doors, and the soft light emitted from the video monitors that appeared to reside in each cubicle. Despite the tranquil appearance, the room was alive with voices. As they walked through the aisles, Kelli noted that a man sat in each cube, staring intently at the monitor and talking into an adjoining microphone. And every single monitor held an image of a woman in some state of undress.

"Here we are," Jack said, drawing her into an empty cube. The scene on the video showed a small bed with red satin sheets, a single pillow and two stuffed teddy bears. Evidently she was going to go in there and undress for him. That much was clear. But why? They could do this at home. He'd already taped her doing it.

"Have some more wine," he ordered, pulling out a small bottle with a metal cap. "Now, listen, this is important. You're to follow my directions completely and without hesitation. Understand? Everything you do tonight will be a reflection on me. If you think this morning was tough and embarrassing, just see what happens if you make me unhappy tonight." Kelli shivered. She most definitely didn't want him to be displeased. But what was all this leading up to? And why was he so deadly serious?

"You're to go through door number eight. I'm going to lock it from the outside. So if you need to leave, you need to tell me. I want you to go inside and sit on the bed. I'll be talking to you through the microphone. Do everything I tell you to, as enthusiastically as you can. Be as sexy as you can. Concentrate on me, and what I want you to do. And when this is over, we'll head home and get your reward." She nodded when he asked again if she understood, though she was still completely mystified by the whole thing.

The small room looked exactly as it did on the monitor. Kelli stood outside the door as her husband arranged the pillow and teddy bears to his liking. She then primly sat on the bed as he locked her in. Only then did she notice that the walls were actually glass. And that a dark curtain on the outside of the glass was silently sliding aside. She was on display in a glass-walled bedroom! And there were men, dozens of men, rushing over to stare at her!!!

Quickly she clasped her hands over her cleavage and pressed her knees together, even as she realized that these men would probably be seeing more of her. Much more.

"J-Jack?" she whispered once, and then a little more loudly. Silence. She tried to avoid the probing looks from the men outside by staring at the ceiling, but she could feel their eyes already undressing her. "Ja-ack?" she tried again. Still nothing. She knew what he wanted. What she would have to do. She'd have to do it anyway. Silently, she cursed Roger and his manipulating ways. She cursed her weakness. She cursed the deal she'd struck with Jack. Then she let her hands fall away, parted her legs a bit, and gazed back at the lusting faces on the other side of the glass. They looked like they wanted to fuck her. And she hadn't even done anything yet.

"Jack? I'm ready," she tried again, her voice cracking from nervousness. She was already envisioning herself laying on the bed, her legs splayed open for all these strangers to see.

"Good, then. We're going to tease them a little, and then a little more, before we give them what they really want," he addressed her, his voice sounding soft but strict from the speaker box next to the bed. "First I want you to kneel on the bed, facing the front glass. Then slide out to your hands and knees, and shake your hair out, so it falls naturally."

She did as he said, noticing that the polyester, not satin, sheets made it easier to slide around. She was shaking her head and wondering how many other women had recently writhed around on this bed when the lights suddenly brightened considerably. She looked up to see several men crouching on all sides of her. It took a few moments to realize what they held. Cameras! They were all taking pictures of her! She instinctively flinched from the lights, but there was no place to flee. The men behind the glass surrounded her on three sides. And from the hungry look in their eyes, she could tell what they were thinking. Fresh meat.

Jack's voice didn't change tone, though he could obviously see what was happening. "Take off your bra and give them a good look at those tits of yours. And try stroking the nipples, so they're nice and hard." Even as she complied, Kelli could feel the shock beginning to overwhelm her. The camera flashes left her startled and confused as they cascaded over her. Though she couldn't hear distinct voices, the men's shouts, hoots and laughter beat through the wall of glass, enveloping her in a cacaphony of noise. Through it all she strained to hear Jack's instructions, fearful that even the slightest mistake would earn her a long and painful punishment. She could feel her body and mind begin to shift into automatic, much as it had on previous occasions when the shock, shame and stimulation had seemed too overwhelming. She left any inhibitions or embarassment behind, and resigned herself to her husband's cruel yet revealing plans. And so she found herself not only stroking her nipples, but pinching and twisting them, going farther and farther to draw a reaction from the men before her.

She anticipated his next request and made a long show of removing her panties, leaving her pussy bare to all those hungry eyes. The cameras really started to flash then, and she wondered abstractly if they'd record anything at all, what with all the lights and reflections. Not that she really worried about it. Jack had probably broadcast pictures of her cunt all over the Internet by now. There might even be a site called "Kelli's Cunt." She thought she might look for it the next time Jack made her do some porn research.

In her zoned and tipsy state, she almost missed Jack's next instruction, "Underneath the pillow there's a vibrator. I want you to pull it out, shove it into your cunt, and give these guys a real show. And make sure they can see the wedding ring on your finger. I want to make sure they know that this isn't some hooker they're watching. It's someone's real, live wife."

At that point, she couldn't have refused if she wanted to. She felt drunk; not only on the wine, but on the intense sexual vibrations in the building. She wanted to perform for these men. She wanted them to remember her. To fall asleep tonight with her body making their cocks throb. She wanted them to imagine themselves between her legs. In her mouth. Or sharing her with all the men in the room. Passing her around. Fucking her. Cumming in her mouth. On her tits. Between her legs. In her ass. She lay on the bed and fucked herself with the buzzing vibrator, imagining them all using her for their sordid pleasures. She looked at them as individuals now, making eye contact, daring them to break through the glass and take her.

Her eyes almost passed by his face, so quickly did he look away. But when she went back to that spot, she found him staring hungrily at her, like a wolf eyeing a little lost lamb. Her pastor. The reverand of her church. Here in this den of sin. In one hand he grasped a small camera. The other he had thrust into his waistband. He was masturbating! Watching little Kelli debase herself for the sexual pleasure of men. And happily, greedily, partaking of that sin himself. She caught his eye and pounded at herself with a particularly hard thrust. He responded in kind, his hand crawling under the fabric like an obscene spider, and then he grinned so widely he actually drooled. Other men, likely less hypocritical, clamored for her attention, and so she let her gaze slip away. But not before fixing him with a stare that she hoped would communicate her disappointment in him.

The orgasm, when it came, rocked her very being. It started as a volcanic pulsing deep in her cunt, erupting up through her chasm and resounding in every muscle and fiber of her body. Her scream was so loud and piercing that it momentarily silenced the mass of men, who then cheered her with a passion she rarely heard outside a sporting event. Only after she stopped writhing on the bed, and her breathing had quieted to a rapid panting, did the curtains begin to close. She barely heard Jack's instructions to get dressed and wait for him. She'd just fucked herself in front of her pastor, her husband, and a whole band of strangers! And she wanted more!