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From: Scorpio00155 <scorpio00155@my-deja.com>
Subject: {ASSM} Getting The Contract 1/3 (M(multiple)/F, coerc, group, hum)
Date: Sat,  3 Feb 2001 08:10:03 -0500
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Getting The Contract 1/3
By Scorpio00155(c)

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.

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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 na ve, 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.

"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.

"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.

Continued in Part 2


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