The fourth was an electric day for us. We'd hardly slept the night before and now the air around us was supercharged with electricity and excitement. We were partying with James tonight.
Just before going to bed last night, I'd checked my email again. There it was:
David,
if you're still interested in Suzannah from the website, we are making another video tonight at my place and you're welcome to participate. As we discussed earlier, please be certain to arrive with the balance of the production fees.
James
Suzannah, of course, was my wife Rosie. As I described in the first chapters, they'd been fooling around for quite a few weeks, ever since she'd posted some photos of herself on a BBW porn site under the name Suzannah. He'd hooked up with her and, in a very short time, had a new subscription website up with her pictures. And, he'd quickly turned their illicit encounters into full-blown gangbangs, which he recorded, modified electronically to keep all faces hidden, and added to the Members only area of the website.
It was a turnon for both of us in that it rekindled our flatlined sex life. She was still more than fifty pounds overweight but that wasn't going to change. Not now. Not now that the pool of men James were using were all subscribing to her plumper website. We were using James while he was sure he was using us. A mutually beneficial situation, though he didn't know that. Our latest gambit was to find a way to get me invited to one of their gangbangs. As turned on as I was by the idea of other men fucking my wife, I was even more turned on by the idea of being one of them. When we found out he was pimping her out to subscribers on the website, it hadn't taken much for us to convince him that I was just another guy interested in extra-large girls.
It was a little bit touch-and-go. The typical encounter was with someone who was passing through on a business trip of one kind or another. There were only a small handful of subscribers who were less than a few hours drive away. I needed to allay any suspicion he had that my being local was anything more than a coincidence. But it had worked. And, now, I was 'in'.
His mentioned of a 'production fee', though, made me angry. When this all started, I'd made the assumption that he was just another internet kinker. Learning that he was more a businessman than a swinger bothered me a bit. I guess it was a pot-and-kettle thing. I coughed up the $150.
The other part of my plot was to get access to his apartment and plant my own equipment. I'd spent nearly $1000 on two tiny spy-type audio/video transmitters. (I learned a lot more than I wanted to know about them, for instance that the audio is much more challenging to capture than the video.) I didn't much care for the blurry-faced images James posted on the website, though I did appreciate his efforts to keep everyone anonymous. I wanted full-sound and full-video movies. After all, it WAS my wife!
We made it through breakfast then ran some errands, but we both knew what was on each others' minds every minute. I kept rubbing up against her the whole time we were trying to choose paint colors for one of the basement walls and she fondled me through my pants every time we got into the car to go anywhere. By noon, we were upstairs in bed, naked and sweating, one of my hands holding her vibrator, the other pushing fingers deep inside her while she licked and sucked me until we both came then fell asleep. We woke just after two and went at it again.
Rosie got her email from James around three, their usual time.
"Read it," I said, kissing her hair and stroking her shoulders.
"This week, you will be staying overnight both Friday and Saturday. We will send you home sometime Sunday afternoon, when we are finished with you." She looked up at me.
I nodded. "He's upping the ante a bit."
"I know."
"Well, it's up to you. How are you feeling?" My hands slid down the front of her chest and touched her nipple. They were already stiff. "I thought so."
She leaned her head back and looked up at me. "I wonder how many more men he has lined up? Why does he need three full days?" Her voice was quiet, her breathing just a bit more shallow. I leaned forward and kissed her mouth. We stayed like that for several minutes, her hand stroking the inside of my right thigh, my palms gliding over her nipples.
"Read the rest," I said, standing back up.
The rest of the email described how she should be dressed when she arrived. Black panties, black harem pants and a black bra, lots of gold jewelry around her wrists, neck, and ankles, and barefoot.
"Barefoot?" she asked, chuckling.
"I think it is 'slave in the harem' night at James'," I said.
"Well, it's clearly working for you," she said, lifting a hand to touch my now-erect cock. I had to admit, the vision appealed to me.
"There's one more thing," she said, turning back to the monitor. Her hand stroked me lightly as she continued to read. "Print out the attached note and go to the bookstore listed there. Find a clerk named David and give him the note. Then, wait for the package he will give you. Wait at the store, my driver will pick you up there."
James didn't mention a time in his email, but we both knew that we had less than three hours to shop, dress her, and get to the bookstore.
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"Three kings, pass it this way boys!" I announced, throwing my cards on the table. The man directly across from me, a shaven-headed, heavily-tattooed side of beef with three earrings on each side threw his cards across the table and yelled, "fuck this!" For several seconds, the rest of us sat frozen, watching his face. When he broke out laughing and called me a "lucky fuck!", we all relaxed.
He pushed his chair back from the table, stood up to his full six foot-seven, and looked around the room. "Come here, Princess, I need to relieve some tension." He grabbed his crotch and shook it a few times.
"She's busy," announced another voice. I turned and saw my wife on her knees in front of a big easy chair, lips pressed hard against the base of someone's cock. His pants were down around his ankles and his shirt was unbuttoned. His hands were holding the back of her head in place, his hips rocking up and down in quick jerks. I saw her hands on the arms of the chair, fingers squeezing tightly as he moaned and fucked her face.
He pulled her head up and she gasped for air, a long blob of saliva plopping out of her mouth and onto his balls. Just as quickly as he had let her up, he pushed her back down again, listening to the gagging sounds and watching her body shake.
"Come on, ya wanker! You're not gonna cum and you know it! You've been at her all night, dammit!" the man stepped closer, rubbing his crotch. "Let a real man have a run, eh?"
James stepped between them, put his hand on the man's shoulder. "Relax, relax. There's plenty to go around and we have all weekend, remember?" He took a long draw from his cigar and turned his head, blowing the smoke toward the poker table. "Go on back and play another hand, I'm sure Roger will be finished by then." He turned his head slightly. "Right, Roger?"
The man in the chair muttered "sure" and went back to fucking Rosie's face.
"Yea, you're right, mate," the man laughed. "As always, eh!" He went back to his seat at the table, restacked his chips. "I don't know where you find 'em, but you always have the highest quality tail for me when I come to town. No baggers in the bunch."
