Flick. Flick. Rub. Rub. Flick. Rub. Twist. It didn't really strike Kelli as being odd that she was laying on the bed, stark naked, slowly and absent-mindedly masturbating. The open display of her sexuality had become second nature to her. Besides, she had much more important concerns swirling in her mind. Such as the events of the previous night. At first she'd been mortified, no, horrified, to be forced to expose her body in so many public places. To be touched, groped and spanked by so many strangers. To be used sexually for someone else's viewing pleasure. She had tried to go to that place where her mind was on automatic; where she could sit outside herself as her body fulfilled Jack's wishes. But she hadn't been able to get there. Something had been in the way. Danger. Excitement. Thrill. She had enjoyed being an exhibitionist! Enjoyed it immensely. Even now the memory of catching Jack's cum spray while the clerk watched was causing her to speed up her sexual manipulations. And being spanked by a stranger? Touched? Groped? Not her favorite part, but acceptable as part of the experience.

She realized that Jack wouldn't be letting up on the activities, as she'd once hoped. He was determined to make his every fantasy a reality before his fourteen days of control ended. The next few nights would be rough. But she'd found more clues that Jack was beginning to forgive her. After they'd returned home last night and climbed into bed, he'd given her a warm goodnight kiss and said, "Loves and kisses," a phrase he hadn't used since they'd been honeymooners. And she'd slept the entire night curled up against his body, the warmth and strength of him as comforting as a favorite pillow.

Even that morning he'd been a little extra considerate. After she'd awakened him with a long and languid blow job ­ she made sure not to miss that ­ he had skipped her morning spanking and they'd spent the extra time together in the shower. Had she imagined it, or were his touches more like caresses than gropes?

One fear still niggled at the edge of her mind, though. If she examined Jack's most recent demands of her, it seemed as though he might be leading up to something. And something made her feel most uncomfortable. First there'd been the kinky sex show he'd forced her to perform for dozens of men at that sex club. They could look but not touch. Then he'd forced her to perform in front of several men last night, who were allowed to touch. What was next? Would he, indeed, force her to spread her legs for another man? Could he possibly stand and watch another man's hard, throbbing member slip past the gates of her pussy lips and deep into her steamy hole? And could she?

Kelli had just finished cleaning the house when the telephone rang. She jotted down a note as Jack gave her instructions for the evening. After hanging up, she looked at the list in despair. It certainly appeared that he was preparing her . . . to be a gift to another man!

The first instruction was to take a bath using perfumed bath salts. She selected lavender, as it made her feel softer and more feminine. After a long soak in the hot water, she perched on the side of the tub to shave her legs, armpits and pussy. The latter took some extra time. After having been tortured by Jack plucking her pubic hair out one strand at a time, she always made sure that she removed every single one. To all the freshly shaven skin she applied a lavender-scented baby oil. She also applied it to a thick, black dong, which she placed prong-up on the floor. Straddling the tip and holding the counter for support, she let herself down onto the oil-covered shaft, the tip spearing her anus. Lowering herself slowly, she could feel her sphincter gradually relax, allowing more and more of the ridged rubber into her ass. She pressed down until she could feel the fake balls pressing against her ass cheeks, which placed over seven inches of plastic cock in her most inaccessible hole. So not only would she be spreading her legs for some strange guy, but Jack would also be letting him ass fuck her! Would it be exciting or simply degrading?

After spending several minutes working the dong in and out of her anus, she removed it and cleaned off her ass. She knew that it would take several hours for her hole to tighten again. And Jack would be home well before then. In fact, Jack had taken a picture of her bent over after removing a dong much like the one she'd just ridden. In it, the hole stretched by the dong had remained open, and you could see well into the darkness inside. It was one of the more disgusting photos of her that he persisted in keeping on his computer.

Her next task was to dress for Jack's arrival in some of the lingerie they'd purchased over the last twelve days. He'd selected a basic bra and garter set designed to complement her hair and figure. The white bra was semi-transparent, with no inserts or lace to impede the view of her dark nipples. It tied in the back, and she made the knot into a simple bow, so that a single tug on one string would allow the whole thing to fall off her body. The matching bikini panties clung tightly to her slit, the contours of which were clearly visible between her legs. She wore the panties over the garters, of course, so they could easily be removed without unclasping the garter straps or removing her white stocking. Four-inch stiletto heels completed the ensemble, though she set those aside to don once Jack pulled into the driveway.

After straightening and primping every inch of her slut gear, she pulled out the ever-burgeoning box of sex toys and devices. Jack had given her a long list to assemble, and she went over her cache and list several times to assure that she had them all. These she took down to the living room, where the shades were already drawn and the lighting dimmed.

Finally, with just forty-five minutes before Jack arrived, she sat down in front of the TV and turned on the porno DVDs he'd left for her. After all she'd been through, these didn't seem nearly as scandalous as she'd once believed. She didn't quite buy into Jack's explanation that the women were using their God-given talents the best way they could. On the other hand, they weren't quite the threat to home and family that she'd been raised to believe. The women in the films weren't real, in the sense that they could hop off the screen and begin screwing her husband. As long as it was strictly a hands-off affair, she didn't have that much of a problem with how these women chose to make a living. And once Jack had explained the special effects they used in the films, the fake cum, the doubles, and the primpers used to keep the men hard, it wasn't nearly as much pressure as it had first seemed.

Though she was quite worried as to what Jack had planned for the evening, Kelli forced herself to concentrate on the action on-screen. A businessman had decided to earn a promotion for himself by giving his wife to the boss for a night of sexual pleasure. Was Jack trying to send her a message? She watched as the woman dropped to her knees in front of the boss, pulled his dick from his pants, and gave him an enthusiastic blow job while her husband hovered nearby, watching and playing with his own dick. Unlike most porn stars, the woman was a fair actress, and Kelli could see how her trepidation slowly transformed into pure animal lust. As the scene continued into an all-out fuckfest, she could feel herself beginning to get moist, while her breasts started to tingle with need. Just when she thought she might need to bring herself off, the man pulled out and sprayed his employee's wife with his thick, hot seed.

Then, suddenly, she was faced with one of the many lesbian scenes that seemed to inhabit most porn movies. She watched as the two busty women frantically stripped, paused for a speedy kiss, and quickly moved into position for some mutual licking. While Kelli had never really imagined herself in such a scene, and didn't find it particularly arousing, she could see why Jack and most other men found them so appealing. Two sets of everything. Lots of graphic close-ups. Moaning. Sucking. Sweating. Arousal. Lust. Climax. And she felt at least as attractive as the two women on the screen.

Flick. Flick. Rub. Flick. Rub. Push. Flick. She'd pushed aside the thin fabric between her legs without even realizing it. It'd be a while before Jack finally got home . . .