We didn't hear from Frank all of the following week. I was beginning to
think that maybe he had tired of Melissa. Boy was I wrong.

Friday afternoon I was working in the back of the shop on one of the cars
that had suffered some damage when we repossessed it and happened to
look up and see Melissa entering the back door of the office at around
4pm. That particular door opened into the garage area and wasn't used by
anyone except Frank and me when moving back and forth between the
office and the garage. I noticed that Melissa was wearing a short black
skirt, a white cotton blouse that buttoned up the front, and of course, her
heels and stockings.

Curious, I cleaned my hands and walked up towards the door to see if I
could determine what was happening. I had just about made it all the way
up to the office when the outside door to the garage area opened again and
two well dressed men entered and went through the same door that
Melissa had used earlier. In just a bit, three more men, all dressed quite
nicely entered and went into the office area. I wondered what kind of a
meeting Frank was having.

After I had cleaned my hands, I entered the office door and walked up
front to the receptionist area to see where everyone was. When I got there,
only Gail, the girl that answers the phone, was there so I asked her where
all of those men went. She looked at me with a blank expressions and
asked "What men?" Now my curiosity was peaked. I walked back down
the hall and stopped in front of Frank's door. As I put my ear to the door, I
could hear muffled laughter and conversation, but I couldn't make out
what they were saying. Frustrated, I returned to the shop area and finished
my work on the damaged car. I stayed in the shop until a little after 6pm,
hoping to catch up with Melissa, but finally gave up and went home.

I waited up for Melissa until about 11pm, but she still hadn't returned, so I
went to bed and went to sleep. I remember her crawling into bed some
time later but didn't quite wake up. The next morning, I got up around
7am and noticed that Melissa hadn't removed her makeup. Her clothes
were on the floor beside the bed and I noticed that her blouse had a small
rip on the front of it where the top two buttons had been torn off.

Melissa was dead to the world and stayed in bed until a little after noon.
When she came into the kitchen, she looked a mess. She still hadn't
removed yesterdays makeup and her eye shadow was smeared, as was
what was left of her lipstick. I poured her a cup of coffee and made small
talk with her until I was sure she would respond. After her first cup of
coffee, I asked her what she was doing at the office. Melissa told me that
Frank had wanted to introduce her to some of his business associates and
that they had stayed in Frank's office until almost 2am. She told me that
they had started drinking at around 4:30pm and after a couple of drinks,
decided that they were going to play some poker. A few hands quickly
turned into an all night poker party and Melissa was chosen to serve drinks
and refreshments. I decided not to press the issue with her. After all, Frank
was sexually abusing my wife right in my own house. What was I too gain
by pressuring Melissa into some type of confession. When we went to bed
that night, I did notice several bite marks and bruises on Melissa's tits and
ass and realized that she had probably been used by the men in Frank's
office.

The weekend passed without incident and another week started. By
Monday night I was wondering where Frank was. He missed his usual
weekend blow job from Melissa and his change of pattern caused me
concern. When Friday arrived, I made sure that I was in the back of the
garage just like the previous Friday. Sure enough, at almost exactly 4pm
the outside door to the garage opened and I saw Melissa enter the back
door to the office area. This time I was determined to get a closer look at
what was going on and made it into the hallway just as Melissa was
entering Frank's office. The door to his office was quickly shut and as I
turned to leave the office I met three nicely dressed men who stopped, and
tapped on Frank's office door to gain entrance. As the door opened for
them to enter, I caught a glimpse of Melissa standing in the middle of
Frank's office. She still had her skirt on, but her blouse had been removed
leaving her large breast completely exposed in the supporting shelf bra
that Frank insisted she wear.

My heart was pounding in my chest as I moved down the hall a little and
pretended to be getting a drink at the water fountain while two more men
entered the back door and headed for Frank's office. I followed about two
steps behind them and stopped when they did at Frank's door. Two raps
and the door opened, but this time for a little longer because the man who
had knocked on Frank's door had inadvertently knocked the ashes off of
his cigarette and took a couple of seconds to brush them off of his suit
coat. While he was doing this I peered into Frank's office and watched as
one man stood behind Melissa and held her arms while another man
unzipped her skirt and pulled it down around her ankles, leaving her
completely exposed to everyone in the room. Just as she was stepping out
of her crumpled skirt laying at her feet, the door closed. I moved close to
the door and put my ear to it to see if I could hear what was going on but
could only hear muffled talking and some laughter.

My pulse was racing as I determined to wait in the garage until Melissa
came out of Frank's office and confront her about the proceedings.
However, by 9pm I was tired of sitting alone in the darkened garage and
was very hungry. The only thing that I had seen from any of my numerous
trips up to Frank's office door was Gail entering Frank's office at around
6:15pm after the office closed. I didn't see her leave before I left and
figured she was going to party with them also.

I didn't sleep much that night. I kept expecting Melissa to come home, but
she didn't. I woke up very early Saturday morning and noticed that she
still wasn't home so I went into the kitchen at around 5am and made
myself a cup of coffee. Our paper usually arrives at about 5:30am, just
before dawn, so I stepped out of the front door with my coffee to wait for
the paperboy to come by. I hadn't been out there more than a minute or
two when a big black Mercedes pulled up into our driveway. I didn't
recognize the car, but did recognize the man that opened the back door and
stepped out as one of the men that had been at Frank's office for the
Friday night party. He was wearing his white dress shirt, but was nude
from the waist down and was sporting a very large erection. He stood for
just a second and glanced at me then reached back into the car and pulled
Melissa out and forced her to her knees. She immediately grabbed his cock
and began sucking on it hard. I could hear her slurping and gagging as she
tried to get him to cum in her mouth. It wasn't long before he grabbed her
by the back of her head and literally fucked his cock all the way down her
throat with a couple of savage lunges and grunted as he apparently
unloaded his balls into her mouth. I can't exactly explain how I felt about
watching a stranger use my wife's mouth right there in our front yard, but
can tell you I was relieved when he pulled her to her feet and walked her
to where I was standing.

Melissa still had on her garter belt, but one of her stockings was missing
and her shelf bra was gone. The man lead her up to me and said, "Thanks
for letting us use your wife. She's a real party-girl cum slut. I hope you
didn't mind her finishing off what she had started in the car on the trip
over here." Having said that, he handed me her hand, turned and walked
away. Melissa was a mess. She had dried cum all over her face and in her
hair. As she stood before me, I noticed slime oozing out of both her pussy
and asshole. Plus, I was shocked to see that they had used a small rope tied
around the base of each of her tits to make them stand almost directly out
from her body. Apparently her tits had been tied for some time because
they were turning a rather dark shade of purple from the circulation having
been cut off.

I immediately lead her into the house and removed the ropes on her tits.
Melissa was out of it. She actually didn't even know where she was. At
one point she dropped to her knees and begged, "Fuck my mouth. Oh
yeah, baby feed me some cum. Oh fuck me, fuck me." I pulled her up from
her knees and took her to our bedroom. She lay on the bed while I ran a
hot bath for her and once it was ready, I bathed her tenderly and put her to
bed. She slept all day Saturday and didn't wake up until the next morning
at around 7am. After she had her second cup of coffee, I asked her what
had happened.

At first Melissa didn't want to talk about it. But after reassuring her that I
wouldn't be upset with what had happened, she began to fill me in on what
had gone on. It seems, as I already knew, that Frank had been using her to
entertain various business associates and friends of his during their Friday
night poker party. She told me on both occasions, that they had stripped
her of her skirt and blouse to start with and had her serve them drinks
while they played. Last Friday, Frank had a particularly bad run of luck
and began betting Melissa's favors, which the others gladly accepted. She
said that things started off with her sitting in the winners lap after each
hand while they felt her up. After the second round of feeling her up
started, one of the guys wanted more, so he pushed her down to her knees
and had her suck on his cock as his reward. Before long, all of the men had
cum in her mouth at least once. Then she said, they started fucking her. As
the drinks flowed and Melissa's fucking continued, the combinations got
more and more extreme with Melissa doing double and triple penetrations.
She said that she didn't know what time it was, but she was sure it was
late, probably around mid-night, when one of the guys suggested that they
take her to the theater.

They covered Melissa in a rain coat and all piled into the big black
Mercedes, and drove to a XXX adult theater. All the way over, and while
they were entering the theater, she said that the men kept exposing her tits
and feeling her up. The man who suggested going to the theater took her
by the hand and led her into the back of the darkened viewing area. Once
in there, he had her stand at the back and removed her rain coat. She said it
was very dark, but after a while, her eyes began to adjust to the situation
and she could see about ten or fifteen guys watching the film. As they
noticed that she was naked, they began to get up and move to the back
where she stood. Frank's friend encouraged them to feel of her and soon
every guy there was surrounding her and feeling of tits, ass, and pussy.
She was made to stand with her arms behind her back, and her feet spread
wide so the guys could have access to her. At times, she said three or four
different fingers would be exploring her pussy and asshole while others
pulled on her big tits and twisted her nipples.

Melissa told me she couldn't count the number of times that she came.
But, it got to the point where she was having a continuous orgasm and was
making quite a bit of noise as she moaned and grunted in concert with the
probing of her body. Finally, one of the guys took her by the hand and led
her into a private viewing room which had the movie on a large TV
monitor and a couch to sit on. About ten of the guys were able to get into
the room and one of them quickly pulled the couch away from the wall
and pushed Melissa over the back of it. Someone grabbed her arms and
pushed her forward while once again spreading her feet apart so that they
had complete access to her from the back. Almost immediately she felt a
cock enter her pussy and before she could let out a moan, another was
stuffed into her mouth. Melissa told me she came so many times that she
felt as if she had passed out. Everything was in a surreal state as cock after
cock entered her holes. She told me that she could hear the door open and
close as more men came into the room and those that were satiated left.
She lost all concept of time. She only knew that she had never before felt
so completely full of cock. As new men came into the room, she was
placed into new positions so that she could service more than one guy at a
time, and she kept cumming and cumming.

I asked her how long they kept her there but she couldn't tell me. I suspect
that she had been fucked by the theater patrons for at least four hours
given when she said they left Frank's office and what time she was
delivered back to me. After eating some breakfast, Melissa went back to
bed and was sound asleep once again with minutes. She didn't wake again
until almost 5pm and only stayed up long enough eat some more before
going back to bed and to sleep.