It was definitely a kinky scene that followed. Candice's "amputated" legs and arms were pulled into positions that allowed her assailants easy access to her cunt, asshole and mouth. They took full advantage of this situation. I decided to go downstairs and have another drink once cocks were buried deep and sawing away into all three of her available holes. The ladies were waiting patiently to take their turns once the men got done pumping my wife full of their sperm for at least the second time this evening. I couldn't help but notice that the leather man had already popped a little blue pill before starting in on my whorish wife. The cameras whirred and clicked, while the transmitters hummed as the action was transmitted around the world. My wife was in the process of becoming a very big star in a very small market for adult entertainment. I wondered if any of her fans at work were by chance hooked into this feed. Now that would have taken the cake for sure. Little did I know that the son of the boss, Nelson, and his two roomies were seated on the couch at their place slavering over what they were witnessing.
Downstairs in my little out of the way alcove, I had another drink and watched as the brunette's asshole grew wider as the never ending attack on her gaping, brown eye with real and plastic or rubber cocks continued almost nonstop. Every so often the camera would focus on her blank face and unblinking eyes. I wondered if she had been drugged for his scene.
Now I became more than a bit uncomfortable watching this woman being ruined by a pack of adults for their enjoyment, not to mention those who were catching it on the network. She sure didn't look as if this was one of the highlights of her young life. My mind began to wander, imagining this was Terri or Traci Tolliver and I was one of the guys nailing her tight asshole and enjoying the way she shook and shivered. Then I realized that Candice, my new bride and hopeless sex maniac, was only a few years older than the twins, and she was upstairs all alone and at the mercy of this crew of sadists. That did it! From now on I was going to be watching, and if there was anything I didn't like I was going to holler and holler loud!
I made my second entrance just in time to witness the grand finale of this part of the session. Candice was suspended above the big bed by her long blonde hair that was knotted around a hook that came down from the ceiling. Lying beneath her was Marilyn, with her monster dildo buried to the hilt in Candice's asshole. Kneeling in front of my dangling darling was the leather woman and her dildo was sawing away inside my dear wife's cunt. Standing in a straddle position over the leather lady was the lean, mean woman and her dildo was plugging my wife's gullet, as evidenced by the bluish cast to her face. Dribbling from both her lower holes were donations that had been obviously made by the men still standing around and making obscene comments for the worldwide audience. A red light blinked on, signaling the end of this segment and everyone disengaged, leaving Candice spinning freely from her golden locks, her big tits heaving as her lungs sucked in huge gulps of air. Mark announced another break before the final two segments that would be aired from the downstairs studio once more. It was already well past eleven, and my estimate was maybe two in the morning before the festivities were all over.
Against my better judgment I had another quick nip of the bourbon on my way to the downstairs playroom and studio. By now all three women were looking rather attractive to yours truly, despite the proximity of my gorgeous wife, who like them was stark naked. The red light went on and the next portion of the session was live from the good old US of A. Candice was tied into the sex swing in a rather simple position, her legs pulled wide to expose her crimson-lipped cunt still leaking the residual cum that remained deep within her well lubricated fuck tunnel as most of the folks were now referring to her cunt. Her ass cheeks were neatly framed by a set of straps that held it firmly so it had very little freedom for motion. Candice's arms were pulled straight up over her head and anchored to the swing using Velcro. Unlike her previous sessions, in this one her mouth was free of any type of gag. I would discover the reason for this in due time.
I knew something bad was getting ready to happen when the men donned condoms, double-walled no less, according to Marilyn. I watched, bleary-eyed as our hostess approached Candice from the rear and opened a tube of some kind of ointment. For this activity she was protecting her hands with latex gloves. Candice had no idea what was happening, she couldn't turn her head far enough to look behind her where most the activity was taking place. Even if she could see the line up and the preparations clearly, it still might not have registered as to precisely what was about to take place.
To me what they were planning wouldn't do much to inducing any type of orgasm, let alone one that was to be spectacular. It looked as if they were going to gangbang her anally, and to make matters worse some kind of irritant was going to be added to make it much more painful than normal,. Now I knew that Candice was getting hung up on bondage, and she loved it in the ass, but as far as I knew, she was definitely not into pain, thank goodness. Since yours truly was just a bystander at this soiree the best approach would be to shut my mouth and see what transpired, which is exactly what I did.
Approximately ninety minutes later my wife, the neighborhood nympho, had a mind-blowing orgasm that nearly took the top of her head off. It was a miracle, a triumph of aversion therapy and another example of why I was not ever going to be playing in the big leagues of sex. Now that I've given away the punch line, so to speak, let's go back and do an instant replay so the brilliance of what they did can be shown.
