21 comments/ 237146 views/ 53 favorites Getting The Contract By: scorpio00155 People looking at my wife Jean and myself nowadays see us as a successful couple, both in our relationship and our business life. We've been married for ten years and have managed to grow ever closer in that time; to me Jean is more beautiful at forty than she was at thirty when I married her, despite the years her 36-24-36 figure is almost as firm as in her youth, her auburn hair has no hint of grey, her eyes still sparkle with mirth and sexual desire. Jean tells me that I've grown more distinguished over the years, but I have my doubts about that, at forty-five I'm starting to 'spread' a little here and there. Together we have built up a successful stationary supply business, we started it up five years after we married and have at last reached a stage where we have no financial worries and are able to let the business run itself while we enjoy life. So people look at us and see us as a happy, successful couple with nary a care in the world. If only they knew how things had been only three short years ago. * * * * * It had been two years since we had started up our business, things had gone well to start with, while I handled the sales and distribution side of the business Jean had done the bookkeeping. We had worked long hours, but it had seemed worth it as we watched our business grow and prosper. And then came the recession, suddenly we found our clients ordering less and taking longer to pay for their orders, some went out of business completely leaving us as just one of many creditors scrambling for a share of whatever we could get. In the space of a few months we were almost bankrupt, everything we had was mortgaged to keep the business running and the bank was starting to breath down our necks as they saw the recession continuing. Late one evening we were sat in the office going over the books trying to find ways to cut back or get payments that were owed to us. "It's no good Mark," Jean sighed, "if we don't get a break soon we'll lose everything." "All we can do is pray we get the Wellswood contract." I sighed back. "Do you think we are in the running?" she asked. "I don't know," I answered slowly, "I really don't know." "Didn't Wellswood say anything when you met him yesterday?" she asked. "Only that our quote was under review." I answered "Maybe he'll say more at the party tonight." "Mark," Jean frowned, "I'm puzzled, why did Wellswood invite us tonight? Why us and none of the others that have quoted for his contract?" "I don't know Jean," I shrugged, "and I'm as puzzled as you about that, but we have to go to the party if only to keep Wellswood sweet." "I know." Jean sighed deeply, "Only I don't like the man, there's something ... slimy about him." "I don't like him any more than you do," I sighed back, "but we need his contract, without it we'll go under." "I know, I know." Jean frowned, "And if we get the Wellswood contract it will give us an in with the Carillon group. I just ..." "Just what?" I asked as Jean fell silent. She shook her head then gave me a smile, but though her lips were smiling her eyes looked troubled. "It's just me being silly," Jean finally responded, "I just have a feeling about tonight." "Feeling?" I asked feeling confused. "Forget it Mark," she laughed, "even I don't know what I mean by it. Come on, we'd better go get ready if we are going to be at his place by eight." On that note we left the office and home, but Jean's comments had started a nagging doubt in my mind about the night ahead. When Wellswood had made the invitation to a party at his home I'd jumped at the opportunity it presented without hesitation, it was only now, after Jean had voiced her doubts, that I began to wonder about the invitation. As I dressed I tried to puzzle out what Jean had meant by having a 'feeling' about the night ahead. "Come on slow coach," Jean suddenly broke into my chain of thoughts, "being late won't make a good impression." "I guess not." I grinned turning to face my wife. My grin grew wider when I saw her; I could see that Jean had decided to go all out to charm our host, she had picked out her sexiest evening dress, one she normally only wore for me. It was black with a halter tie top that showed off a good deal of her bust, so much so that she couldn't wear a bra with it; the dress was knee length, but had double slits from the hem to her hips, one slit on each side. Looking at her and knowing that she was wearing nothing more than stockings and a pair of thong panties under the dress gave me an instant erection. "Well if you don't impress Wellswood in that outfit nothing will." I laughed, "I really wish we could stay home now." "Later you randy sod." Jean laughed, "Right now we have a contract to win." It didn't take us long to get to the address Wellswood had given to me, it turned out to be a large house, almost a mansion, and we could tell that the party was in full swing as we drove up the to the front of the house. As I got out of the car I glanced at my watch concerned that we were late and was relieved to find we were five minutes early, giving the car keys to a uniformed flunky I took Jean's arm in mine and headed for the entrance. "Mark, Jean, come in, come in." Wellswood greeted us at the door, "Jean I must say that you look delightful tonight, truly delightful." "Thank you Mr Wellswood." Jean responded. "Come now," Wellswood smiled, "let's not be so formal, it's Jim." "Then thank you Jim." My wife said giving him one of her sweet smiles. Wellswood was in his late fifties, greying at the temples and thinning on top, he had obviously led the good life, the extra pounds he carried at his waist told that. Beaming at us he led the way to the bar, I felt Jean's arm tense a little on mine when Wellswood linked his arm through her other arm, but she smiled sweetly at him. Leaving us at the bar he went off to attend to some of his other guests with a promise to be back 'soon'. Accepting drinks from the barman Jean and I looked around the room, there were about twenty people there and I was both surprised and puzzled that the majority were male, but then I began to recognise some of them. "God," I breathed to my wife, "most of these people are top end business men, think of the contacts we can make tonight!" "Never mind the contacts," Jean almost whispered back, "just concentrate on getting that contract from Wellswood. If we get that most of these will follow his lead." Jean looked around the room then leant close to me. "I wonder where all the wives are?" she said softly. "I guess they left them at home." I commented, "Does it make any difference?" "No, I guess not." Jean smiled at me. Just then I spotted our host heading across the room towards us, he waved us to follow him to another room and I suddenly felt hopeful that he was going to give us good news about the contract. Jean must have thought the same thing because she nudged me and grinned. We joined Wellswood in a large study that adjoined the main room, he was perched on the edge of an ornate card table as we entered the room. Smiling he waved at us to take seats then sipped at the glass he held. "Well," he said at last, "what do you think of my humble home?" "We haven't seen much of it," Jean replied with a smile, "but what I have seen I like the look of." "Ah, a lady of taste." Wellswood laughed then became serious, "I suppose you are wondering why I invited you here tonight." "It had crossed my mind, I assumed it had something to do with the contract." I admitted. I was puzzled by the direction the conversation had taken, but I kept the frown from my face and waited for him to tell us the reason we were there. "And you assumed rightly." He said, "I'm going to be blunt with you, I know just how close you are to going under and just how much getting my contract would mean to you. What I'm wondering is how hungry you are to get that contract." 'What the hell is this?' was the thought that ran through my mind. "Hungry?" I responded aloud. "As in just what would you do to get the contract," Wellswood spoke softly, "how far you would be willing to go for it." Totally confused I looked at my wife, she was frowning as though she had guessed at where the conversation was going. Jean looked at me, her eyes were troubled, and for a moment I could have sworn she looked scared, then the penny dropped. Aghast I looked at Wellswood unable to believe that the man was hinting that we would get the contract if we did something for him. Call me naïve, but I still had no conception of what that 'something' might be, however, my wife had guessed it almost immediately. "What do you want?" I heard her ask in a low voice. "I think you know that my dear." Wellswood responded. My mind was running in circles trying to figure out what we had that could possibly interest Wellswood, it was as I looked towards Jean for some hint from her as to what the man wanted that I realised what it was. Jean looked at me with haunted eyes as my own eyes went wide in shock. "Now look here ..." I started to protest to Wellswood. "Mark," Jean cut me off, "let me handle this." I looked at her in surprise, I knew that if it had occurred to me that Wellswood wanted to have sex with her then it had to have occurred to her. She shook her head at me knowing I had been about to tell Wellswood where to stuff his contract, giving me an almost sad smile she looked back at Wellswood. "At a guess I'd say you want me." She said calmly. It amazed me that she could sound so calm about the situation, I was seething inside and it was all I could do not to leap from my chair to strike Wellswood. "Yes and no." the man responded infuriatingly. "And what the hell does that mean?" I blurted out. "Mark, please." Jean said to me softly. "I'll tell you what," Wellswood gave a half smile as though he already knew that he would get what he wanted, "I'll leave you two alone for a couple of minutes to talk this over." Without further comment he left the room, rising to my feet I crouched in front of my wife and took her hands in mine. "Jean," I said firmly, "let's get the hell out of this place." "Mark," she replied giving me a brief kiss, "you know we can't afford to do that. I love you and nothing will change that. Will you trust me darling?" "You know I trust you," I sighed knowing that I would go along with whatever she decided on, "but ..." "No 'buts'," Jean smiled softly, "it's this or lose everything. The bastard knows he has us over a barrel, if we don't get his contract we'll end up with nothing but the clothes on our backs. Mark, we HAVE to go along with it, whatever it is." "Okay, but I don't have to like it." I surrendered, "I love you Jean." Wellswood returned at that moment, resuming my seat I looked at Jean and then at him, feeling helpless I waited for him to speak. "I assume you've reached a decision." He gave that half smile again. "What is it you want?" Jean asked bluntly. "You were almost right when you said I wanted you," Wellswood said looking directly at Jean, "but I don't want you to myself. I have a number of guests here and I think it would be nice if you entertained them my dear, and me of course." "I assume by 'entertain' you mean I should go to one of the rooms and have sex with them." Jean said. "Good lord no," he laughed, "nothing so mundane. What I want is for you to go out there and circulate, my guests will decide the where's and how's and I doubt any will wish to waste time going up and down to a room." "Surely you can't mean Jean should let them have sex with them in front of everyone!" I gasped. "Of course I do," Wellswood half smiled, half smirked, "what I am proposing is that Jean lets my guests use her as they see fit for the rest of the night, in return I will sign that contract with you and use my influence to place other business your way. Well?" "And Mark?" Jean asked. "He must watch, that goes without saying." Wellswood grinned knowing he had already won, "Your husband will be the only one here who can't touch you. Is that clear Mark? If Jean agrees to my terms you will only be able to watch, nothing else." "I understand damn it!" I snapped. "Jean?" he said softly. "I agree." Jean replied in a low voice. "I thought you might." Wellswood laughed, "I'll give you five minutes to prepare yourselves, after that my guests will be waiting." True to his word Wellswood left us alone in the study, even closing the door behind him to give us our last few moments of privacy. Neither or us spoke, what was there to say under the circumstances, but we held each other; Jean clung to me and I could feel her whole body trembling against me, when I looked into her eyes I saw her fear and humiliation clearly. The minutes passed as we clung to each other, it pained me to know that this would be the last time I would be able to touch my wife until we had finally escaped the place. A fear rose within me that after all she would surely have to endure Jean may no wish longer with to share physical acts of love with me, it was a terrifying thought that in gaining a contract I could lose my wife. "I love you Jean." I said softly, breaking the long silence. "I love you Mark." She replied as softly, "Mark, promise me you will stay near by, no matter what they do, no matter what you have to see me do, please stay near to me." "I promise darling," I said firmly stroking her hair, "even if the bastard hadn't made it a condition I had to watch I wouldn't leave you alone with those sharks." "I guess our five minutes are up." Jean sighed looking over my shoulder. Once glance showed me that Wellswood was at the now open study door and was signalling us that it was time to leave the room to 'mingle' with his guests. Giving Jean one last squeeze I let her go, she took a deep shuddering breath and walked towards the door with me a step behind her. Seeing my wife in motion Wellswood returned to the main room, I could hear laughter and had no doubt that he had informed the other guests that their 'entertainment' was just coming. My wife would have made a great actress, she walked into the main room with her head held high as though nothing untoward was happening. I'm afraid I was not as cool as she, my face was fixed in a scowl and within me I felt nothing but contempt for the pigs Wellswood called 'guests'. When we entered the main room I had no idea what to expect, I guess somewhere in the back of my mind I was expecting the guests to leap on Jean en masse, thus it was a surprise to find nothing happened. The last thing either of us expected was for the party to continue as though nothing was out of the ordinary; I did notice the looks of lust my wife got from all quarters, but no-one seemed in a hurry to do more than look at Jean. Across the room I saw Wellswood leaning against a corner of the mantle, a snifter of brandy in one hand and a cigar in the other, he was talking and laughing with the group around him and barley looking towards my wife. Jean looked over her shoulder at me with a puzzled expression on her face, then looked towards the nearest group of men, there were three of them and they signalled for Jean to join them. Smiling nervously my wife joined the small group with me tagging along behind like a little lap dog, introductions were made, though I really didn't pay attention to their names at the time. To my surprise the men started to make small talk, neither in word, sign or action did the men give any indication of what was really going on. For one brief moment I had the vague hope that Wellswood had been pulling some elaborate, not very funny joke on the pair of us, but that hope died when I saw Jean tense out of the corner of my eye. Looking at her I immediately saw the reason for her tensing, one of the three men was quite openly stroking her backside while the group carried on talking as though nothing were happening. Feeling hopeless and guilty I watched as the man squeezed Jean's buttocks through her dress, at first Jean stood stiffly while he groped her, then I saw Wellswood grimace at her then put an exaggerated smile on his face. His signal was clear as crystal, Jean was to act as though she was enjoying the situation, in other words, she should be smiling at her partners to be. Nervously my wife smiled at the three men then managed to give them one of her sensual smiles that always turned me on so, it seemed to have the same effect on these men too. Encouraged by Jean's acquiescence to his touch the man went a step further, fuming in impotent fury I watched as he slid his hand through one of the slits in her dress, though I could no longer see his hand I could see the dress moving as he stroked my wife's all but bare buttocks. Jean smiled at the man, albeit a somewhat strained smile, then pushed back against his hand slightly as though in enjoyment of his caresses. From my vantage point of only a couple of feet away I watched with growing guilt at the sudden arousal I was feeling as I watched another man touching my wife so intimately. Grinning the man leant towards Jean and said something, she looked at him and nodded at which the man removed his hand from under her dress. I know I was wide eyed when I saw Jean reach through the slits of her dress, I watched her wriggle and then stared at her tiny panties as they slid down her legs to lie around her ankles. "Much better." I heard the man that had been stroking her laugh. Kicking her panties aside Jean stood there waiting for whatever these men wanted to do next, nor did they keep her waiting long. The man that had been stroking her slid his hand back through the slit and this time the movement of the material told me that he was not only feeling her buttocks but also sliding his fingers along her pussy. Another of the small group moved closer to Jean, his hand touched her back then slowly slid up to her neck, reaching up further he twined his fingers in her hair and used that hold to twist Jean's head to face him. A moment later he was kissing my wife forcefully, his hand in her hair holding her tight to his hungry lips. Then the third member of the group joined in, he stood in front of Jean, reached up and began to cruelly squeeze at her tits through her thin dress. They held this tableau for a few minutes before the three men moved back from my wife; she stood there breathing a little heavily though not showing the signs of excitement that I knew so well, but I knew that with enough attention those signs would come. Smiling at Jean the men suggested she should circulate now, the bastards even thanked her and looked forward to getting better acquainted later. Jean smiled back and went to move away, but one of the men called her back, I stepped a little closer in time to hear him say: "You must remember to thank us for our attention to you". Jean nodded and replied: "I guess I had my mind on other things. Thank you so much for your attentions, I hope you will do more to me later." "You can bet on it!" one of the others in the group laughed. With that Jean moved off to circulate and I followed her a step behind her all the way, moments later she joined another group of four men and a woman. She smiled at them as she joined the group and they grinned knowingly back at her. This time there was no brief small talk, immediately Jean joined the group one of the men had his hand under her dress, another followed suit while the third and fourth men paid attention to my wife's breasts. It was the woman that grasped Jeans hair and used it to twist her head around so that she could kiss her. Stunned I watched the five of them groping my wife as they pleased while my cock jerked to life within the confines of my trousers. I suppose humiliation was part of what Wellswood wanted, my humiliation at seeing my wife used by his guests as a plaything, and her humiliation at having to submit to the attentions of these people without protest. Nor did I doubt for a moment that the man had known that seeing what was happening to my wife would excite me and add to my humiliation. Nevertheless I watched as the five toyed with my wife's body for a while then stepped away from her. Getting The Contract Karen Roche was a sexy woman, thin, tall, dark brown hair to her waist, large breasts and a small waist. The 28 year old had been married for three years to her loving husband John. John was 32, an advertising executive with a large portfolio and a high sex drive. That Wednesday afternoon was the same as any other. At 4:00pm Karen stripped naked and washed her firm body in the shower making sure to shave her bush completely clean, the way John liked it. When she finished in the shower she dried herself off and went through her lingerie drawer. She selected her black stockings and matching suspender belt and chose a pair of black patent high heels to wear. She pulled the stockings up her legs and thought about married life. Since the first day of their marriage John had told her that every time he came home from work he wanted to find her kneeling in the hallway with her hands on her knees, dressed in stockings, suspenders and high heels with nothing else on. When he came home each day he wanted her to unzip his trousers in the hallway, pull out his cock and blow him until he came. Then she was to have dinner with him and go upstairs to wait for more sex. At first Karen thought he was a pervert but when she learned how good he was with his cock and how much she enjoyed cocksucking she readily complied until it became her daily routine. She stood up, looked in the mirror and liked what she saw. Karen walked downstairs, into the kitchen and prepared a light salad for dinner. She had plenty of salad ingredients available because John liked to have salads and cold meats during the hot summer afternoons. She glanced at the kitchen clock, it was five minutes to five o' clock. She placed the dinners on the table in the dining room and proceeded to the hallway where she knelt and waited for the key to turn in the door. She could feel the excitement building in her stomach and the anticipation was already making her pussy wet. The key turned in the door and Karen saw John enter the hallway. She scooted forward on her hands and knees and unzipped him in a flash. Her mouth sucked greedily on his cock and she waited for him to get hard. That was when she noticed that John had company. She froze momentarily suddenly remembering what John had said to her that morning before he left for work. 'No blowjob this afternoon hon, I'm bringing some clients home for dinner'. John looked down at his pretty wifes' face buried in his crotch. He didn't know what to do or say. Both of his clients were standing either side of him with their mouths open. John was about to speak when he saw one of the clients, Raymond, unzip his trousers and pull his cock out. 'Wow, John, You guys even hire whores to entertain your clients? I wish I worked in advertising!' said Raymond while stroking his hard on in front of Karen. John noticed that the other client, Steve, had also pulled out his cock and was stroking it. 'Come on darling, we're his clients, suck some of our meat. Just because he's paying don't mean that you can't give us some action'. Karen looked up at John with a look of horror on her face. They thought she was a whore, paid to fuck them to get a contract for the company. She looked into Johns' eyes looking for a signal of some sort. John said nothing, looked away and pulled his cock out of her mouth and zipped it back into his trousers. He was leaving her on her own here. She couldn't believe it, he would rather let them think that she was some sort of cheap whore than his beautiful young wife that had saved her virginity for him. Karen was angry and upset and afterwards she remembered that the anger and shame had made her do what she did next. She reached her small hands up to grab both of the cocks presented to her and began to stroke them in front of her husband. She could see John looking on in disbelief. She smiled at him, looked him right in the eye and wrapped her lips around the head of Rays' penis, sucking on it slowly all the time looking at John. She felt her pussy begin to drip on the carpet and dropped one hand to her crotch so that she could play with herself in front of them all. 'I hope you like the dinner I prepared as much as I like your cock stranger' she said smiling still. Raymond then introduced himself and Steve and that was when Karen introduced herself to them as Johns' wife. The guys looked stunned and worried momentarily until Karen reassured them. 'It's okay boys, I suck his meat every day when he comes home, this was an accident but it's nice to taste new meat for a change' she said with confidence that seemed to renew their interest. 'I'll just knock up a new salad and then you can have me for dessert' she said happily as she looked John in the eyes. Karen turned on her heels and allowed the men to watch her naked ass sway as she walked up the hallway and into the kitchen. The guys turned to John and looked at his helpless expression. Ray spoke first. 'Wow man, she has a hot body, don't feel too bad, at least you know what's going on. When my ex-wife walked out on me I never saw it coming' 'Yeah, he's right, I mean you know who we are, you'll have the contract and you'll never have to see us again. Simple'. John ignored them and sat in stony silence eating his meal as the men ogled Karens' tits while she ate her salad and they ate theirs. As soon as they were finished Karen cleared the table and jumped onto all fours on the table, right in front of John so she could look him in the eyes. 'Ray, my legs are spread and I want your tongue in my pussy, lick me out until I come' she said huskily. Ray didn't need to be told twice and buried his head between her ass cheeks so he could lick her pussy. Karen panted and moaned her way through it all grabbing her tits and playing with them, allowing Steve to suck her nipples while John watched helplessly as his wife made a total slut of herself right in front of his face. Karen began to shudder violently as Rays' tongue brought her to her first orgasm. She bowed her head and let her whole body tremble as the orgasm took hold. John could not contain himself any longer and grabbed her by her long hair and lifted her hair. She smiled when she saw his rock hard cock in front of her face. 'You want me to suck it lover?' 'You want to come in my mouth and watch me swallow? You want to fuck me and come on my tits?' she jeered. John could take no more and grabbed hold of his wifes' tits, pulling her towards him. He slapped her left breast with his open palm and watched it jump violently. Looking into his wifes' eyes he could see how hot she was for him. He climbed onto the table and pushed her ass cheeks apart before sinking his thumb into her rectum. She moaned loudly. 'Oh man, she takes it in the ass!' Steve yelled. 'I gotta get me some of that ass!' shouted Ray. 'Me first guys. You guys can have the sluts ass later, in the meantime why don't we see what my wife looks like with cock in all her holes?' said John, pulling Karens' long dark hair tightly in his hands. Both mens' erections seemed to double in size at the sight of Karen thrusting back and forth on Johns' thumb. Ray was the first to move, sliding his body under Karen and staring at her beautiful tits. He fondled her breasts with one hand and entered her pussy using his other hand to guide himself in. Karen could feel his prick enter her. His cock was short but thick and she could feel her pussy stretch to accept him. John pulled his thumb from her ass and she bowed her head knowing what was coming next. Her body heaved and shuddered at the thought of having two men fuck her at once, never mind the third that would soon fuck her face and come in her mouth. John positioned the head of his long cock at his wifes' puckered anus. He savoured the sight and allowed saliva to drool from his mouth, down the crack of her ass and onto her asshole. He used the saliva to lubricate his entrance, pushing slowly but firmly past her sphincter and into her rectum. He was surprised that he could feel Rays cock thrusting in and out of his wifes' pussy through the thin layer of flesh separating her pussy and ass. He would later admit that it made the whole sensation even better. Karen moaned softly and breathed deeply as she felt her husbands cock filling her insides. She could feel both cocks now. They made her feel incredible full and as she screamed when they both thrust at once, her mouth opened and Steve took the opportunity to silence her by filling it with his cock. The three men began slowly, alternating their thrusts and trying to be gentle with her but as each man came closer to climax they abandoned all pretences and used the slut they were fucking as hard as they could. Steve smashed his pelvis against Karens' chin again and again, the sweat pumping from him as Karen lashed her tongue around the head of his cock and even deep-throated him. Ray and John pumped her body continuously until she felt Ray stop. She tightened and squeezed her vaginal muscles knowing that he was coming and she milked every drop of come into her pussy. Steve was next emptying his load down her throat until he was spent. He fell back and watched as John thrust hard one last time burying his cock deep into his wifes' ass and emptying his balls into her rectum. Finally all the men pulled out and stood back from Karens' body as she lay on the table breathing heavily with a smile on her face, recovering from the assault. She finally lifted her hair and looked at the men who had just abused her body. They were exhausted as was she but she got up walked to the fridge, opened it and pulled out bottles of beer for all of them. They sat there for the rest of the evening drinking beer and eating snacks while naked Karen administered blowjobs and handjobs to anyone that looked like they would like one. When they finally left John and Karen got ready for bed and before lights out John had this to say. 'Honey, I'm bringing some clients home for dinner tomorrow, so I want you on your knees and ready to perform'. Karen smiled, kissed her husband goodnight and said 'I love you darling and I'll get you every contract you want, whatever it takes'. Getting The Contract "Thank you for your attentions." Jean said a little breathlessly. For the next forty or fifty minutes Jean circulated around the room being groped or kissed or both by all but Wellswood, he smiled at Jean, gave her a brief peck on the lips then pointed her towards the next eager group. What was surprising was that no-one made any effort to remove Jean's dress, they would reach under it or fondle her over it, but left the dress intact on her body, I could not believe that this would hold true for much longer and in a way I was right. The first circuit of the room had been nothing more than an introduction of Jean to the people there, and I suppose a test to see if she would falter at the first stages. Gradually I began to notice that groups were moving towards chairs and even other rooms and I knew that pretty soon Jean would be facing more than mere kisses and gropes. I saw one group head for the study and a few moments later I heard someone calling Jean to join them in there. When I entered the study just behind my wife I did a quick head count, sitting at the card table were five men, a middle-aged woman was sat on the arm of a chair near the table and another two men were leaning against a wall watching the group at the table. Jean was waved over to the table and the woman at the chair signalled that I should join her, numbly I sat in the chair, as soon as I was seated the woman leant against me. "This should be fun." She said in a low voice. "What's happening?" I asked nervously. "The guys will play poker with your wife as the prize," she laughed, "it'll take them a while to get round to raising the stakes to winner fucks her. Sit back and enjoy the game, you'll get a great view from here." Her words shocked me, I just could not believe that she, a woman, could be so gleeful about seeing another woman about to be turned into a sex plaything. But then who was I to talk, despite my shock at what was happening I was also being turned on by it, looking at the table I watched as the men cut the cards then started to play. Jean stood near the table watching the men play, for their part the men seemed more interested in their cards than in my wife, she looked across the table and our eyes met for one brief moment then she looked back to the men at the table. In that one glance I had seen my wife's shame and humiliation and something else; I had seen the first glimmerings of excitement, and to say I was surprised was an understatement. "Okay," one of the men said as he studied his cards, "winner of this hand gets to play with her tits. So read them and weep boys." He laid his hand down on the table with a broad grin, three of the other men tossed their cards down in defeat, but the fifth, a balding black man, gave a laugh and laid his cards down. From where I sat I couldn't see the cards, but it was clear that the black guy had won this hand, looking at Jean he pushed his chair back from the table. "Okay honey," he grinned at my Jean, "let's see them titties." My wife hesitated for a moment then reached up behind her neck, a moment later the front of her dress flopped down leaving Jean naked from the waist up. Though not overly large my wife's tits were well shaped and firm, and as I watched I could see her nipples start to harden in arousal which made my cock grew harder within the confines of my clothes. The man sat back and waved Jean over to him, as she moved to stand in front of him the man made a comment I couldn't make out then reached up to my wife's body. Her back was to me, but I could tell by the movement of the man's arms that he was fondling her breasts; then he leant forward, his arms going around Jean's body as he drew her closer, his head was suddenly hidden by Jean's body and I knew that he was sucking on her nipples. For five minutes this black man fondled and sucked at Jean's tits, then he sat back and waved her to one side; sliding his chair forward he looked at the other men around the table. "Deal the cards," he grinned, "I want some more of that white meat." The men laughed as the cards were dealt, I looked at Jean and saw her face flushed with humiliation at their laughter, but I could also see that she was becoming aroused which added even more to my own growing arousal. As the men started to play Jean went to tie her dress top back up, one of the men looked at her and just shook his head; blushing she let the front drop again and stood there with her breasts bare for all to see. "What we playing for this time?" I heard one of the men ask. "Tittie play," the dealer answered, "there's five of us so we all get a chance to win a play with those tits of hers." "Yeah, assuming we win." Another of the men laughed. They spoke as though Jean wasn't stood right there, naked from the waist up, it was as though they considered her as an object and I suppose that was just what she was for that night, an object there to please anyone that wanted her. Still, it was a shock to hear them talk this way, looking at Jean I saw the light glint in her eyes, squinting I saw a single tear in one of her eyes. She looked at me and I could not meet her eyes, not because of what she was letting these men do to her, but because of the way I was being excited by her humiliation. A sudden gleeful cry focussed my attention back on the card game, one of the two Asians playing had won and was beckoning Jean over to him as he pushed his chair back from the table. This time I had a side view of what was done to my wife, I saw the man take one of her tits in his hand and squeeze it ungently, I didn't need to see his other hand to know that he was giving Jean's other breast the same treatment. He looked up at her face and said something I couldn't hear, but whatever it was did not please Jean, I saw her body tense and the man laughed up at her as he almost crushed her breasts in his hands. Then he released her breasts, grasped her waist and pulled her closer, he said something and Jean reached up to her breast, cupped them in her hands and held them as though offering them to the man. Laughing he leant forward and I saw him suck a nipple into his mouth, his cheeks hollowed as he sucked on her nipple and when I saw Jean wince I guessed that he was using his teeth on her as well. Leaning back the man glanced up at her then leant over to take give her other nipple the same treatment, his actions were hidden by the swell of the breast nearest to me, but I could tell by the way she would wince that he was biting at her flesh. He leant back again then opening his mouth he placed it over the nipple I could see, reaching up the man grasped the base of her breast and squeezed while at the same time pushing his head forward and sucking hard. For a moment I thought he would suck her whole breast into his mouth, his hands and his mouth actions crushed her flesh as he stuffed as much as he could in his mouth. A few moments later he moved to the other breast to give it the same treatment. "Wonderful, my friends, wonderful." The man said as he sat back, waved Jean away and slid closer to the table, "But I am anxious for more, shall we change the stakes?" "Getting greedy Ghupta." One of the other men grinned across the table at him, "I'd like a chance at them tits too you know." "Then take them my friend," the Asian laughed, "let all those who have not sampled them take their turn now and we can move on to a more interesting stake." It came as no surprise when the others agreed to this and I watched as one after the other the three men who had not so far sampled the delights of my wife's breasts fondled and sucked at them. At one point Jean was stood facing me, her body almost hidden behind the man that was sucking at her nipples, our eyes met briefly and I saw tears in her eyes, then I looked away in shame at how excited I was getting by all that was happening to her. Then it occurred to me that Jean may think that my looking away was a sign of disgust with her, with her acceptance of the deal offered and with her actions. Forcing myself to meet her eyes again I mouthed 'I love you' and I saw a look of relief come over her face, then her attention was drawn back to the man at her breasts. Each of the men played with my wife's breasts for about five minutes before waving her on, the last man eventually waved her away and slid his chair back to the table. "So what are we going for now?" he asked as he picked up the cards being dealt to him. "Let's save the best for last," another of the men suggested, "how about a blow job this round?" Each of the men signalled his agreement to this stake and got down to playing, behind them Jean was looking nervous and excited at the same time. I became aware of a form on the other side of me, glancing that way I saw Wellswood standing there watching the game unfold. "Jimmy," the woman sat on the arm of my chair said with a chuckle, "you should have included this stud in your deal." "Not as much fun that way my dear Ethel." Wellswood laughed, "Don't worry, you'll get to play with the young lady soon enough. Well Mark, what do you think of your wife now?" I glared up at him and made no comment, he laughed then strolled away to another part of the room. Just then my attention was drawn back to the table by the loud cursing of the black man, it took me a moment to figure out that the second Asian at the table had won the hand. Looking at Jean he signalled her to come over to him, when she was at his side he looked up at her and said something, for a moment Jean hesitated then slowly she sank down to her knees. From where I was sat I could see most of what followed; with the front of her dress dragging on the floor my wife crawled under the table, on her hands and knees she positioned herself in front of the man's legs then reached up to push them apart. Above the table the five men were chatting and joking as though nothing were happening, then to my amazement they started to play another hand of cards. Looking back to my wife I saw her hand delving into the open front of the man's trousers, she must have unzipped him while I had been looking at the actions of the five players. It was hard not to laugh when Jean finally managed to draw the man's cock through the fly of his trousers, he was small to the point of miniscule, erect his cock couldn't have been more than three inches long. On the part of her face I could see my wife had a wry grin, but that faded quickly as she moved to carry out the next part of the act; leaning forward between the man's legs she took his cock into her mouth. Glancing above the table I saw the man's face suddenly beaming with pleasure, looking back down under the table I saw Jean sucking at his cock for all she was worth. It was obvious to me that she was doing all she could to get him to climax quickly in order to get the ordeal over as fast as possible. There wasn't enough cock for my wife to slide her lips up and down on, but she was sucking at it and sucking at it until at last I saw her swallowing hard. If her swallowing actions hadn't been enough to tell me the man had cum in her mouth his groan of pleasure was more than proof enough. Below the table Jean leant back and started to crawl out from under the table. "Not so fast girlie." The black man laughed as he leant down to look at her under the table, "My turn next." I had been concentrating so much on what was happening below the table that I had missed the game going on above it, clearly the black man had won the hand and even as he sat back to await my wife's attentions another hand was being dealt. This time Jean's body was blocking the view, beside me the woman called Ethel muttered something. "You'll want to see this," she said as she stood up "come on lover let's get a better view." Numbly I stood and followed Ethel to another chair, when I sat I found that I was both closer to the table and had a clearer view; in fact now only one of the men was positioned in such a way as to obscure everything that happened between him and my wife, and since this was the Asian with the small cock this was no great loss. As I focussed on what was happening under the table I saw that Jean had already got the man's cock into the open and was staring at it, I wasn't surprised she was staring at it either the thing was at least an inch longer than my own eight inches, but it was slim, for which I'm sure Jean was eventually thankful, and this made it appear even longer. Grasping the shaft in one of her small hands Jean leant forward and licked the head of his cock, I heard the man sigh, but my attention remained fixed on what was happening under the table. For a moment my wife paused, her head turned slightly and I caught a glimpse of tears on her cheeks, then she lowered her head and took the tip of the man's cock into her mouth. I know from experience just how well my wife could suck a cock, but she wasn't using that skill at this point in time, all she was aiming for was to get them off as quickly as possible, but she had forgotten one thing; she was not in control, they were. "That's great lady," the black man commented, "only it isn't what I want. Here, let me teach you how to suck a real cock." I have no idea whether he had held a winning or losing hand, but he threw his cards aside and put his hands under the table, one of his hands went to the top of Jean's head, the fingers twining in her hair; the other hand went to the back of her head. Firmly he pulled her forwards, drawing her mouth further down onto his cock and when I heard Jean gagging I realised he was pressing his cock at her throat. "Well, well, what d'you know." The black guy laughed, "This girlie hasn't been taught to mouth fuck right, guess we'll have to change that won't we guys." With loud laughs the other agreed that they would indeed have to change this so called 'lack' in Jean's abilities, but although they were enthusiastic about the idea Jean certainly wasn't. I could see her trying to draw back from the cock in her mouth, but the hands clenched in her hair and pressed to the back of her head prevented this. Putting her hands on the man's knee I saw Jean try to push herself away, but her strength was no match for the black man's, with firm pressure he began to force her even further down onto his cock. Jean tried to shake her head in denial, she tried to slide sideways, she even tried to fall down to the floor to escape, but this man kept her in place by pulling sharply on her hair or grasping her neck and pulling hard at her. Despite all her struggles the man's cock gradually forced it's way deeper into her mouth, she was about half way down the shaft with the cap and perhaps an inch of shaft already buried in her throat when the black man ordered her to drop her hands to her sides. At first it looked as though Jean was not going to do as he had ordered, but then her shoulders slumped in defeat and her arms fell limply to her sides. "Better," the man grinned, "now let's do this right." Wondering what he meant I kept my attention on what was happening below the table top, I saw the man grasp the hair on either side of my wife's head and as he gave a hefty pull towards him his hips thrust up from the chair. Jean gave a smothered gurgle of a scream as the man's cock thrust all the way into her throat, her lips pressed tight to his pubic mound as the man let out a deep sigh of satisfaction. "Fuck subtlety!" he declared to his card comrades. Holding Jean's head motionless he then proceeded to fuck her mouth as though he were fucking her pussy, I know my own cock was aching and the furtive desire to be in the man's place flitted across my mind as I watched him cruelly raping Jean's mouth and throat. Nor can I think of another was to describe the act but as rape, his thrusts were cruel and at no time did he fully pull back from Jean's throat. From time to time I caught glimpses of her pale face as he took her, she was sweating and I think it was mainly from lack of air, but I'm not certain. At one point I saw her eyes and they seemed to be filled with excitement, but that could also have been my imagination. This brutal use of Jean's mouth seemed to go on for ages, but at last I saw the man stiffen, his hands tightened around Jean's head then he was pushing so deeply into her throat that her whole face was being crushed into his groin. Once, twice, three times I saw his hips jerk, the third time a thin stream of white semen forced it's way past my wife's lips leaving no doubt that the man had climaxed deep in her throat. For a few moments following his climax the man held Jean pressed right into his body until I feared that she would be suffocated, but then he released his hold on her head and forcefully pushed her away from him. I watched with a throbbing cock as his meat slid from my wife's mouth, it glistened with saliva and semen, as for Jean she was almost collapsed on the floor gasping and panting for breath. The man said something that sounded like 'clean it bitch', whatever it was he said it had my wife forcing herself back up to her knees to lick his cock clean from tip to root. "Next!" The black laughed a few moments later. One of the other men waved his hand under the table to indicate who she was to attend to next, still breathless Jean crawled over to him and once again I watched as she opened his trousers, reached in to take out his already hard cock then take it into her mouth. This man was more or less average in size which meant Jean was forced to take less of him into her throat, yet the sight of him pulling her face into his crotch as he buried his cock as deep in her as he could made my cock harden almost painfully. The man said something to his companions at the table and they laughed, taking his hands from Jean's head he sat back in his chair expectantly. For a moment my wife pause with the man's cock almost all the way out of her mouth then she slowly pushed down on it, gradually taking it all into her mouth and throat; the man laughed. "I think she's getting the idea." He commented to his companions. It certainly looked as though he was right, Jean was now moving her head up and down, her lips sliding up and down the man's shaft in long strokes. Gradually her movements became faster, I had no idea at the time whether this was because she was starting to enjoy what she was doing or because she thought it would make him climax sooner. Whatever the reason the result was the same, after only a few minutes the man gave a heavy grunt and his hips jerked up, as his hips moved so did his hands; grasping Jeans head he pulled her tight to him and once again I saw her throat moving as she swallowed another man's juices. As I watched this scene I felt a tinge of jealousy, Jean had never swallowed my semen, whenever she had sucked on my cock she had always released it before I climaxed and finished me off with her hands; yet here, in the space of a short period of time she had swallowed the juices of three men. Moments later Jean licked the man's glistening cock clean and looked around the table to see who was next. There was no mistaking the excitement my wife was feeling, as she turned I could see her nipples were like hard little bullets, her face and chest were flushed and though there were still tears in her eyes I saw excitement there too. The fourth man waved under the table to her and once again Jean moved to pleasure this stranger, part in guilt and part to ease my own excitement I looked around the room. It was a surprise to note that while I had been so intent on watching what was being done to my wife the room had gradually been filling with people, I think most of the guests were there chatting and half watching the events at the card table. I saw Wellswood standing with a couple of women and a man, they were laughing about something and I felt my excitement fade slightly as my anger at the man returned. A groan from the direction of the table drew my attention back to what was happening to my wife in time to see her release the cock from her mouth and lick it clean. She sat back for a moment gathering her breathe then looked to see who would signal next, unsurprisingly it was the Asian that had been referred to as Ghupta that was to be next, obediently Jean crawled over to where he sat, pushed his legs apart, opened his trousers and reached in to pull out his cock. Getting The Contract "She's in for a shock." The woman called Ethel commented gleefully from beside me. She wasn't the only one, my jaw dropped in amazement when I saw the monster Jean pulled out of Ghupta's trousers, the thing had to be at least eleven inches long, nor was it slim as the black guy's had been, it had to be almost three inches in diameter. My wife's reaction was one of near panic and she went to back away from this beast rearing towards her, but the Asian had anticipated her reaction, his hands were already entwined in her hair. Jean's eyes were wide with fear and pain as her head was forced down towards this monstrous cock, I glanced up at the man's face and saw that he was actually enjoying my wife's struggles to avoid sucking his cock. Looking back under the table I saw that he had drawn her head down far enough for her lips to be touching the huge cap, leaning down he said something to Jean, she shook her head and he said something else. Whatever it was he'd said took some of the fight out of my wife, I saw her lips part reluctantly and watched as Ghupta forced her head down, her lips stretching in a manner that looked painful. Nor did he give her a moment to get used to his size, with steady pressure he pulled her head down forcing more of his cock into her mouth and then I saw her throat actually bulge as he pushed into it. "Jesus!" I breathed. "Some sight isn't it." Ethel laughed. I stared at the woman in sheer disbelief, then realised my own hypocrisy, even though I felt concern for Jean being forced to swallow such a huge cock I was also tingling with excitement at the sight. Looking back to the action I saw that barely a third of Ghupta's cock was in Jean's mouth and throat, her eyes were bulging as he forced her to take more and more of his massiveness. Laughing Ghupta suddenly thrust his hips up while pulling my wife's head down with great force, once again I heard my wife scream, though the sound was almost muted to silence by the flesh filling her throat as he thrust all but a couple of inches cruelly into her. Once again he jerked and pulled and those last inches sank out of sight in Jean's mouth, her hands were pushing at the man's knees as she tried to pull back, but he held her in place; Jean began to make gurgling noises and it occurred to me that she was suffocating on that huge cock. As I went to rise a hand pressed down on my shoulder, in surprise I looked up to see Wellswood hovering behind me, his hand holding me in my seat. With a growing sense of concern I looked back to Jean, her body was jerking and thrashing, but her motions were slowly getting weaker, my heart thumped in my chest when she suddenly stopped moving altogether. It was with relief that I saw her breasts heaving as she tried to draw breathe through her nose, her stillness must have been what the Asian had been waiting for, slowly he pulled her head up until his cock slipped from Jean's mouth. She sucked in great gasps of air and Ghupta gave her a few brief moments to breathe before pushing her head back towards his cock. "You know what I want." I heard him say as he leant back in his seat and released his hold on her head. In disbelief I watched my wife lean forward to take his cock into her mouth again, her lips stretching grotesquely as she pushed down on it; gradually she took all eleven inches into her mouth, gagging and choking all the while, but taking it all nevertheless. Her lips kissed his groin and she paused for a moment then began the long slide of her lips back up his shaft, this time she stopped before the cap could escape her mouth then began to push down again. "Good," Ghupta commented with a broad smile on his lips, " now do it faster." I thought my balls would burst with excitement as I watched my wife speed up her movements, her head would raise then bob down, raise and bob down and each time his cock would appear from then disappear into her mouth. God knows how long this went, it seemed like an eternity, but as the minutes passed Jean's head was moving faster and faster until she was literally thrusting down on him, at the same time the Asian was making jerking motions with his hips that added even more force to the pounding Jean's throat was taking. Suddenly he reached down to clasp Jean' head as she thrust down on him, humping his hips almost off the chair he held her tightly to his body, his cock buried so deeply that his juices flowed into her without the need for Jean to swallow. As deep as he was buried I would not have expected to see a drop of his seed escape my wife's throat, when white, creamy liquid suddenly appeared at Jean's lips I gasped aloud. For long minutes he held her face buried in his groin, unconcerned that in gaining his pleasure Jean was unable to breathe, aghast I watched her hands fall limply to her sides and her body slump and once again I went to move, but once again I felt myself held in my seat. "Be still Mark," Wellswood said softly, "Jean agreed to this. Besides, Ghupta knows what he's about." Unconvinced I looked back to my wife, she looked to be unconscious yet was still impaled on that monstrous cock and then the Asian lifted her head until his cock slipped wetly from her mouth. Jean gave a shuddering breath, then another and I sank in my chair with relief. A moment later Ghupta released his hold on her head and Jean slumped, her head hanging almost on her breasts as she sucked in air. It was only then that I realised that in my concern my erection had melted away, but then Jean looked up and the sight of Ghupta's juices on her lips sent my cock soaring back to erection. "What is the next stake my friends?" Ghupta grinned at his companions around the table. They seemed to be split between fucking Jean and sucking her pussy, in the end they made their decision by drawing two cards, licking her out won. As the cards were shuffled Jean sat under the table recovering, occasionally our eyes would meet briefly and I was stunned to see an almost wild look of excitement in her eyes. This gradually faded as she recovered, but I knew at that moment that it would not be long before my wife was climaxing under the attentions of these men, whether she wanted it or not! "Jean seems to be enjoying herself." Wellswood laughed as he took his hand from my shoulder. I saw Jean's head jerk up at his words and I knew that she had heard what had been said, the blush on her cheeks grew redder as she became angry, nevertheless, she crawled out from under the table when told to do so. She stood watching the game being played to see who would lick her pussy first, despite everything that had happened I was stunned by my wife's beauty as she stood there awaiting further humiliation. My eyes were drawn to the men at the table when one of them gave a laugh of triumph, this time it was one of the two white men that had won, without even looking he waved Jean over to him while sliding his chair away from the table. She went to him, though I could still see a hint of excitement in Jean's eyes there was also a look of determination and I guessed that she was going to do all she could not to climax for these men, but I knew she would fail, and I wondered how that failure would affect her. Standing in front of the man Jean waited for him to decide what was to come next, smiling he reached forward to slide a hand through one of the slits of the dress, and though his actions were hidden by the fabric it took no stretch of imagination to guess that he was fingering Jean's pussy. Whether he was pushing fingers into her or just teasing her clitoris his actions started to push Jean up the slope of excitement. At one point I saw my wife biting her lip as though holding back sounds of pleasure, sounds she knew would be a final total submission to her humiliation by these men and I could tell she was determined not to give them that pleasure. After a few minutes Jean was squirming and the light of rising excitement was unmistakably clear in her eyes, the man grinned as he felt her slight body movements. "Didn't take long to get you ready," he laughed at Jean, "hmm, what a nice wet cunt you have young lady, I bet it earns you a fortune. Well, down to more important matter, hitch that dress up." Complying Jean folded the front section of the dress up until it lay in a loose roll about her waist with the dangling top still in the way, frowning I saw my wife mulling over the problem until she found a solution that worked. Having folded the lower front of her dress up to her waist she used what had been the halter ties to tie both the upper and lower parts of the dress out of the way, this exposed her pussy to all and sundry, which was of course the point of the exercise. He looked at my wife's exposed sex and frowned. "Damn!" he cursed, "I hate hair on cunts." "Not to worry Nick," Ethel laughed as she rose from the arm of my chair "We can soon fix that." With no further ado the woman led Jean out of the room, I rose to follow, but a headshake from Wellswood from the other side of the room held me in place. Feeling totally helpless I sat looking around the room and wondering how these people could condone what was happening, somewhere close behind me a conversation was going on and I focussed on it as best I could. Though I couldn't make out everything that was said I heard enough to gather that the five men at the card table were a regular group, I heard one of the people talking refer to them as 'the breakers' though I was unsure what was meant by this nickname. About ten minutes later Ethel led Jean back into the room, Jean's dress was still tied about her waist with only the rear section of it hanging down to form a backdrop for her stocking encased legs and her pussy; her naked pussy! Jean's skin still glowed from having had her pubic hair shaved. "Much better." The man Ethel had called Nick commented with a grin, "Bring her over here." Ethel took Jean over to where this Nick sat then returned to perch on the arm of my chair, the man smiled and reached up to stroke Jean's bare pussy, his fingers sliding along her slit then pushing into her. "Dear me," Nick mock sighed, "where did all that wetness go? No matter, I'll soon have you all wet my dear." As he spoke he was finger-fucking Jean with slow steady strokes, his other hand came up to her pubic mound and I saw him rubbing at my wife's clit. Jean stood motionless while he fingered her, in glimpses I saw the slow rise of excitement in her eyes and the longer he fondled her pussy the higher her excitement rose. At some undefined point Nick decided that Jean was ready for him, taking his hands from her pussy he put them at her waist, firmly he pushed her back towards the table until the edge pressed against her lower buttocks. Without a word he raised a hand to Jean's chest and pushed, there was no mistaking what he wanted and Jean obediently let herself lie back on the table, as she laid back Nick grasped her legs and raised them until they came onto his shoulders. He leant forward and my view was blocked by his head as it covered Jean's pubic area, not that there was any doubt about what he was doing. Once again my cock was rock hard as I watched this man licking and sucking at my wife's pussy while her legs hung lewdly down his back, her high heels almost slipping from her feet. Beside me Ethel moved, a glance told me that she was trying to get a better view of what was happening and I decided that I had to see too, rising from my chair I slowly moved around the until I could partially see the man's mouth clamped to Jean's pussy. By the movement of his jaws he was licking at her pussy for all he was worth, no doubt digging his tongue in to lick out her juices. Looking along Jean's body I saw that she was starting to feel the affects of this man's mouth; her breasts, though partially flattened against her chest were started to rise and fall at a faster rate, their flesh gently wobbling in time to her breathing. I looked at her face and saw that she had her eyes closed, her lower lip was caught between her teeth as though to hold back any utterance of the pleasure she must surely be feeling. Ethel was suddenly leaning against me, I looked at her and she grinned, flicked out her tongue then chuckled, I felt disgusted and thrilled as I turned my attention back to what was happening with Jean. Once again I had lost track of time in the excitement of the moment, but it looked as though Nick was eventually going to achieve his aim of getting Jean to climax; Jean's breathing was heavy and uneven, her breasts now bouncing and quivering on her chest as he drove her up the scale of excitement. "Okay man," the black man suddenly broke the spell, "time's up, pass her this way." Nick sat back with a sigh, I could see his lips and chin glistening with my wife's juices as he pushed her legs from his shoulders so abruptly that she nearly slid off the table. Drawing deep breaths Jean stood up and walked slowly around the table to the black man, he had already slid his chair back and was waiting for her to stand in front of him. I noticed that my wife took the longest way around the table to get to the man, I hid a smile at the knowledge that she was doing her best to calm down before having to face another pussy licking. As she stopped directly in front of the black man I felt a tug at my sleeve, looking at Ethel I saw her tilt her head to indicate that we should move to get a better view once again. Half following Ethel and half watching Jean I shuffled around the table until I almost bumped into Ethel, from the point we had stopped I could see the man's black fingers sliding in my wife's pussy almost forcefully, his knuckles crushing against her outer lips with each thrust. "You got her cunt good and wet Nick," the black man grinned, "thanks." "My pleasure Errol." Nick laughed. He was joined in his laughter by the other men at the table and by some of those who were standing close enough to hear the banter. Errol gave a loud guffaw then pushed Jean towards the table, this time she knew what was expected of her and simply stepped backwards, lay on the table and raised her legs so that the man could slide his shoulders under them. Once again my view was mostly blocked by a head as it lowered to Jean's bare mound, however, Errol didn't keep his mouth clamped to Jean's pussy as Nick had done. His technique was to suck at her oozing hole for a few moments, no doubt thrusting his tongue into her to lap at the flowing juices, then he would move back to slide his tongue up and down her slit; each time he licked along her slit I was able to see the action of his tongue. As his tongue reached her clit Errol would swirl his tongue over and around it and it wasn't long before this started to get to my wife. All her lip biting and eye screwing couldn't hide the fact that this man was gradually pushing her closer to a climax with each movement of his tongue, I think he would actually have succeeded if he hadn't sat back to give a grin of triumph when Jean made a soft gasping sound. That brief pause allowed her to regain control of herself for the moment, though I have no idea how she could have done so; it was only for a brief moment though, soon afterwards I heard another gasp escape her clenched lips, but for Errol it was too late. "Okay Errol pass her this way." The other white man laughed. "Damn!" Errol exclaimed as he sat back, "Okay Walter, she's all yours." Once again Jean slid off the table to walk over to the next man and once again I noted the way she took the longest route at the slowest pace in order to recover her composure. "Silly girl." Ethel laughed softly beside me, "If Walter doesn't make her cum Alid definitely will." Alid had to be the second Asian, the man with the tiny cock, looking at the man I wondered just what it was that made Ethel so sure that he could make Jean climax. I put that question aside for the moment to watch the man called Walter take his turn at my wife's pussy, though I could immediately tell that his chances of making Jean climax were practically zero. This man licked and lapped with no rhythm at all, one moment he would be licking along her slit the next he would be kissing her pubic mound. I could see by Jean's breathing that not only was he not adding to her excitement but that she was actually recovering a little from Errol's attentions. When Walter's time was up Jean was almost calm and certainly seemed unlikely to climax in the near future. "Now comes the fun!" Ethel chuckled and nudging me in the ribs. For some reason this woman was acting as though I were one of the other guests rather than the poor bastard whose wife was being used as a sex toy, it occurred to me that she may think that I was by now excited enough to not care what was happening to Jean. I suppose a part of me did feel that way, but I also felt guilt about getting so turned on so much, and anger at having been put in this position, humiliation at being helpless to stop what was being done to Jean and lastly I felt jealous; jealous that my wife of seven years was allowed these men to do things to her that she had always refused to me. Although it may sound as though our sex life was dull it was, in truth, very far from being so, it was just that up to now there were certain things that Jean would not do. I was so lost in these thoughts that I almost forgot where I was and what was happening. With a start I looked at the table just in time to see the Asian that had been referred to as Alid leaning Jean back on the table, her legs raised and sliding over his shoulders to dangle down his back. He hadn't wasted a moment in getting her into position on the table, unlike those before him he had not fingered her pussy first. Having had no pre-stimulation Jean seemed calm and relaxed almost as though confident that having made it through three of the men without climaxing she would manage the last two with ease. At that point I would have bet money on her being correct in her thinking, especially when her eyes turned to look at me for a moment and I saw her grin almost victoriously at me. Then it was as though things went into slow motion, Alid grasped Jean's thighs firmly, I could see his fingers pressing tightly into her flesh leaving red marks behind as he shifted his grip. Jean winced at this, but made no effort to escape the obvious pain she was feeling, instead she leant her head up to look down her body at the man as he lowered his head towards her pussy. Suddenly her eyes went wide as though in surprise and following her gaze a quiet curse burst from my lips. Alid may have had almost no cock, but he more than made up for that with his tongue, his lips were still almost three inches from Jean's pussy yet the tip of his tongue was sliding slowly down the length of her slit. In moments he was probing her hole with that tongue, pursing his lips and holding it straight he was actually fucking Jean with it and Jean was once again biting her lips and closing her eyes tightly in an effort to fight the stimulation Alid was giving her. Towards the end of his turn Errol had made Jean gasp, Alid draw a gasp from her clenched lips within a few moments of licking her for the first time. Unlike Errol the man Alid did not pause to gloat, instead he moved faster, his tongue pushing in and out of her pussy, his lips kissing her moist pink inner flesh each time he thrust into her. There was no doubt that this man was an expert when it came to using his mouth on a woman and I suddenly understood Ethel's earlier comments about him. It must have been about half way through whatever time period the men had agreed on when I saw Jean starting to tense, her fists balled and her head began to move slowly from side to side as though in denial of the sensation that were pushing her to the edge of orgasm.