I spent the day trying to look busy. Frank was his usual self. He
acted as if I wasn't there. He was always busy, chomping on his
disgusting cigar and making loud obnoxious remarks about
everything that he came into contact with. By 5pm I had thought
the situation over from just about every angle, or at least I thought
so. I still didn't have any answers but felt that I should confront
Frank. What did I have to loose. He already used my wife without
any regard to my feelings. I suppose he could fire me, but what the
hell. If I had to get another job, maybe I could get Melissa away
from him.

I screwed up my courage and entered his office a little after 5pm.
Frank looked up and saw who it was and continued doing whatever
it was that had his attention. I stood for a couple of seconds and
then cleared my throat and tried to formulate a sentence that would
have some impact on him. He took notice of my efforts and finally
leaned back in his chair and took a long drag off of his cigar as he
looked at me. I still couldn't think of how to formulate what I
wanted to say. Frank spoke first before I could get the words out.
He said, "Well, I've been wondering if you had enough courage to
come in here and confront me about your wife. Well, what its it?
Spit it out man, I've got work to do." I stumbled, "Well, I'm
concerned....." Frank interrupted, "Concerned about what?" "I'm
concerned about Melissa," I countered. "Melissa, hmmm?, What
about Melissa," he snarled. "Well, I don't know if you realize just
how much your use of her as your party girl is hurting her."
"Hurting her, hell. She doesn't act hurt to me. She acts as if she
can't wait to get over here and party with me and my friends." "I
don't know that," I replied, "But I do know that it takes her all
weekend to recover from those parties." "All weekend?" Frank
mused. Then he added," I suppose so. She probably cums a
hundred times." "I know that would kill me if I came that much.
Shit, it'd take me a month to get over the party." I was losing my
position. Frank was making it Melissa's fault that she was
attending his parties. I quickly countered, "You must be giving her
drugs, or something. She's never acted like that before. When she
gets home it's almost as if she's been drugged. She's almost
comatose." Frank grinned and looked at me as he said, "Your so
fucking dumb. Melissa's a natural submissive and you don't even
know it. She's in sub-head you jerk. But you're right, it's almost
like being on drugs once she's in that state of mind." "Sub-head?" I
questioned. Frank said, "You don't know what I'm talking about,
do you?" Of course, he was right. I didn't have a clue.

Frank stood up, moved over to the bookcase where a VCR and TV
were located. He pulled a tape from several that were stacked there
and put it into the VCR. As the TV came on I could see that the
video was shot in Frank's office and before I could ask he told me
that it was made last made last Friday when Melissa had partied
with them. He turned up the sound as I watched Melissa being
stripped of her clothing by three men. One was holding her arms
behind her as the other two removed first her blouse and then her
skirt. As they did so they took license to fondle her big tits which
were completely exposed in her shelf-bra, pulling and stretching
her nipples out a full two inches as she moaned loudly. I watched
as the man behind her moved first one foot and then the other
between Melissa's legs and forced her to spread her feet about
three and a half feet apart. With her feet spread, he moved back
about a half a step while holding Melissa's arms tightly behind her.
This movement had the effect of causing Melissa to lean back
which required her to bend her legs and push her pubic region into
plain view for the others watching. I heard someone off camera
say, "Pull her back a little more." and watched as the man behind
her took another half step back. Now Melissa was tilted back at
least fifteen degrees and would have lost her balance if the man
behind her wasn't holding her up. Her pussy and asshole was
completely exposed to the men in front of her and I watched in
disbelief as one of the men placed what looked like a test tube with
a hose attached to the closed end to Melissa's clit and heard her let
out a very guttural moan as the man began to pump a handle that
was part of the apparatus.

I looked over at Frank quizzically and he said, "It's a vacuum
chamber that sucks the blood into her clit and clit hood when
pressure is applied by pumping the handle." I wondered, "What
effect does it have?" Frank smiled and told me that it made
Melissa's clit and clit hood two to three times their normal size
with all of the blood that was sucked into that area of her body and
the engorged clit was left extremely sensitive. Just the slightest
touch from anything would cause her to spasm into orgasm.

As I turned back to the video, the camera panned in and showed
Melissa's clit being sucked into the vacuum chamber until it was
almost an inch and a half long. It was bright red with internal blood
and I could see her hips trembling as the suction increased. The
background sound was almost entirely that of Melissa moaning and
grunting as the pressure increased. It was only broken occasionally
by one or more of the men commenting and laughing about how
much she liked it. The camera panned back out and focused on
Melissa's face and it was plain to see that she was enjoying the
effect the suction was having on her clit immensely. Her eyes were
rolled back in her head and her body was involuntarily twitching,
especially her hips as she tried to fuck the suction machine.

They left the suction device on her clit for about ten minutes.
When it was removed, Melissa's clit and clit hood stood out almost
two inches from her body. They straightened her up and allowed
her to put her feet back together. She stood there bleary eyed
looking at the floor and I thought I saw saliva drip from the corner
of her mouth while she gazed at the floor in a somewhat catatonic
state. I heard someone say let's see how well she'll respond and
watched as one of the men licked his middle finger and gently
rubbed it across her clitoris. Melissa immediately went into
convulsions which were the telling signs of an orgasm racking her
body. The man laughed, wet his finger again and gently rubbed her
clitoris again. This time Melissa let out a loud moan as she began
to orgasm, and as her body twitched, she stumbled forward and
placed both hands on the man's shoulders to steady herself. It was
some sight watching him do something so innocent as gently
rubbing her clitoris and seeing her convulse from one orgasm to
another, her body shaking and her big breasts swaying back and
forth. I heard someone say, "I think she's ready." Then he said,
"Melissa, what will you do for us being so kind to you?" There was
a short pause and Melissa stammered, "I'll...I'll do, uh, I'll do
anything that you want me to." I couldn't believe it. Yet I'd heard
it with my own ears. My wife was telling a complete stranger that
she would do whatever he wanted her to do. I suppose I'd under
estimated the power of her clitoral orgasm, one that must have
been intensified ten fold by using that suction device on her.

I was stunned, but continued to watch the video in a kind of daze. I
saw Melissa do whatever the men wanted her to do. The scene took
place once again with the six guys playing poker. Melissa started
by serving them drinks and snacks dressed in just her heels, thigh-
high stockings, and the shelf bra that Frank insisted she wear. Her
eyes had the look of a drugged zombie and she was less than
perfect in getting the right drink to the right man. She seemed
confused as they played cards and fondled her at will for the first
hour or so. Occasionally one of the men would stroke her clit and
she would once again convulse into orgasm, some so strong that
she would put both hands on the playing table and support herself
while the ripples of pleasure coursed through her body. After about
an hour, one of the men said that she needed a recharge and I
watched Melissa as she obediently moved next to Frank and turned
with her back to the table, bend at the waist with her feet spread,
and allowed the man sitting on her left to reattach the suction
device. He pumped the handle several times and you could see
Melissa's clitoris being sucked back into the suction chamber. She
immediately began to orgasm again and trembled as the men
laughed and made crude comments about her and what a slut she
was. That was the first time I'd ever heard anyone refer to my wife
as a slut. It sent shudders through me. As I watched Frank lube his
fingers and stick them into my wife's asshole while she remained
in position with the suction device attached to her clit, I realized
that possibly Frank was right. I didn't really know her at all and
that possibly she was the submissive slut that the men said she
was.

After Frank lubbed Melissa's asshole, he stood up and forced her
to bend over the arm of a nearby couch. With the suction device
still attached to her clit, I watched Frank fuck her in the asshole.
This set the others off as well. After Frank finished the others
followed and the poker party was over and the poke her party had
started. Melissa was fucked in every imaginable way by the six
men present. She was double penetrated, triple penetrated, made to
suck everyone's cock and eat their cum, and for the first time that I
knew of, they had her ream some of the men's assholes. Before the
tape ran out, I saw Melissa beg for more suction on her clit and
offer to let the men stick large objects up her asshole. She was
completely out of control. When they wanted her to do something
even more outrageous, they would reattach the suction device and
pull her clit out to it's maximum. Once removed, the slightest
contact with anything would send her into one of the most intense
orgasms that I have ever seen a woman have. They were doing this
to her right before the tape ran out when they started trying to stick
a beer bottle, base first, up Melissa's ass. I watched as they would
reattach the suction device for a few minutes. When they thought
she was ready, they would take it off and one of the men would
gently lick and suck on her engorged clit which sent her into a
continuous orgasm. After the orgasm subsided, she would
completely relax every muscle in her body. It was during this time
that one of the men would attempt to shove the beer bottle up her
ass. It took three tries, but with each try, Melissa's asshole
expanded a little more until on the third attempt, the bottle slid
right in. I couldn't believe my eyes. There was my wife, on her
knees, with her face and breasts pressed to the floor of Frank's
office while strange men fucked her asshole with a beer bottle. My
heart was about to pound out of my chest and I was feeling light
headed with sexual excitement..

Fortunately, the tape ran out before I could see what else they did
to Melissa. This was the night that they had taken her to the XXX
theater later on and returned her to me just before dawn. I stood in
disbelief, and an overwhelming sense of sexual excitement, as I
stared blankly at the empty screen. Frank was without compassion.
He spoke first and asked me if I had seen her do anything that
would indicate that she didn't like what was happening to her. Of
course, I hadn't. It seemed just as Frank said, Melissa was a natural
submissive slut. She seem to love every minute of what they did to
her. I just had to admit it. I was married to a slut. A very nice
woman, but a slut nevertheless. My mind was whirling when Frank
broke the silence and started talking to me. I missed the first part of
his dialog, but began to realize that he was giving me directions to
some place. I responded, "What did you say?" Frank went over the
instructions again. He told me that I was to bring Melissa to a
cabin at the nearby lake tomorrow at about 2PM. I was still
somewhat of a trance when I began to realize what he was telling
me. The Friday night party had been moved to Saturday, at a cabin
that Frank had rented at the lake. There would be more men there
for this party and I was told be bring my wife there to entertain
them. She was the prize for some kind of sales achievement contest
that Frank had his associates had been working on. Also, Frank
challenged me to not disappoint him or Melissa. He told me that
she was looking forward to the party since it meant that she could
stay there all weekend.