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As for her husband Pete, he was still trying to come to grips with what was happening. One part of his brain was screaming at him to put a stop to this, that neither he nor Michelle were ready for what was happening. He should tell them as much, and take her home.
Another part of his brain was questioning what was going on with Michelle. This was so out of character, so different from anything she had ever indicated was going on in her thoughts. Pete wondered if she had just simply snapped. Yet it seemed like she had been planning this in her mind for a long time, and she was so calm and steady about her decisions. She had told him to book the room a while back, and what conditions she wanted, so it didn't seem like she was losing it.
Yet another part of him was angry that he had not been able to unlock this part of her before now, and why she had not allowed him to do it. He wanted to understand why this was the moment the dam broke.
Another part of him was worried that these things, done in a hotel lobby with many phones locked on her face and body, could completely ruin her, and him -- even their family. But as always tonight, the biggest part of his brain, the one connected directly to his cock, was screaming to let this ride out, and see where it took them, consequences be damned.
He looked over at her, and realized that just by stating her slut contract, she had started to rock back and forth with her hips yet again, and her pussy was beginning to gush yet again. Pete was incredulous, a feeling that increased when, without being told to do so, she put her hands behind her head submissively.
"You still want that fucking?" Jim asked, interrupting Michelle and Pete's thoughts.
"Yes, sir!" said Michelle.
"How bad do you want it?" Jim asked, provoking her.
"Sir, I'll do anything, just let me feel all your cocks in my pussy. It is aching!"
"OK slut, now you'll get your wish. Guys, let's get her upstairs." They lifted her up by her elbows and ushered her into the elevator, leaving her dress in the lobby with the hotel worker. They gave her plenty of room as they walked to the elevator, allowing her nudity to be accentuated. To get from the bar's parlor to the elevator was about 50 feet, and it required her walking past the hotel's front windows. She shuddered thinking about how many people might see her, not just from this walk, but from all of the guys sharing videos with friends.
A meme passed in front of her mind in the form of a banner on a break room. In it she was naked with a smile, held up with feet spread wide by a bunch of plumbers dressed in workmen's overalls. A caption at the top read, "Don't Miss the Plumber's Convention: We'll show you where to put the pipes."
For her part, Michelle, for the first time that night, felt the chill of the lobby. Goosebumps formed as they walked and she felt the draft from the A/C. Her already-hard nipples shriveled painfully. Her sense of vulnerability heightened at the sensation of the cool air coupled with her nudity.
She was the only one naked, surrounded by 5 fully clothed men. She felt the urge to rub her naked body against the clothing of one of the men. She also felt the urge to see a photo of what was going on now. It was one thing to the naked when sexual things were going on, it felt entirely different to be naked in front of clothed men, when nothing overtly sexual was going on. She decided that she loved that feeling and would like to explore it further.
As they arrived at the elevator, Jim pushed the button to their floor. They stood for a second, hearing the elevator do its work.
"You guys look like the cat's meow!" Michelle said. "You came here for a local plumber's convention, but you got a naked slave. How awesome is that?"
"Pretty awesome," said Mike. "I never thought I'd get a night like this." They all nodded in agreement.
"A weekend," she reminded them. They just looked at her and shook their heads in disbelief at her assertiveness.
The elevator door opened, and they all got on. As soon as it closed, one, and then another and then another, put their hands on Michelle's body. She had put her hands at her side for the walk to the elevator, but she wanted to give them full access to her body, so she clasped her hands behind her head once again.
Hands were all over her breasts now, and they were pulling her nipples out, just as she had done to herself for the men in the lobby. She felt pain from what they were doing, but it was softened by the fact that she was turning on these men. It was also softened by other hands that were cupping her ass, squeezing and kneading them.
Bob pulled the men to one side or the other of her, then bent down and grabbed her lower lips. They were slick, but not too slick for him to pull them down grotesquely. Even with this pain, and this mauling, Michelle never let her hands leave the back of her head. Pete was catching it all on film.
This was the scene when the elevator opened at their floor. They all looked out and saw another group of men in the elevator parlor. They were all holding beers and looked like they were enjoying the conference in their own way. But they all stopped when they saw the sexy, naked woman being touched inside the elevator.
Mike led the way to the room, the other men slack-jawed, staring in disbelief, not only because there was a naked woman, but also because she was relishing the caresses she was getting and had no embarrassment. As Mike opened the door, and they led Michelle in, he waved to the other men, and left the door open.
Once they got into the room, Mike spoke up first. "Bend over, legs straight, and put your elbows on the bed," he said. Michelle complied.
"Now spread your legs." Again, she did as she was told.
He walked up to her, and squeezing her left buttock with his left hand, took his right hand, and spanked her right cheek. He rubbed again, then spanked again. This continued for a minute or two. He was taking control of her, letting her know that she was theirs.
He leaned over after a minute or two toward her ear, and still swatting her ass, he asked her, "Whose pussy is this?"
"My pussy belongs to you guys for the weekend," she responded, then quickly added, "Sir."
Mike grunted, then switched hands. It wasn't long until Michelle's ass was nice and rosy. Despite jumping with each strike, Pete noticed that she never took her elbows off the bed, and never tried to close her legs.
Once again Mike leaned in toward her ear. "Whose ass is this?" he asked with a slight menace in his tone.
Michelle gasped, then said, "My ass is yours, sir."
"Good, slut!" Then Mike took both of his hands off her ass and began to spank both cheeks at the same time, this time with no caresses in between.
Michelle kept her elbows on the bed and began to grunt with each strike. It was getting intense, but never did she say anything that could be construed as a safe word. Finally, after about 20 double blows, Mike relented. Pete could tell that it was taking every fiber in her being not to use her hands to rub her very red ass. But she didn't.
Instead, she rocked her hips in a circular motion, holding her breath from the pain and the humiliation.
Mike leaned in again. "Whose mouth is this?" he asked, as he placed two fingers into her mouth.
Michelle licked his fingers, and pulling out for a second, said, "Yours, sir."
"Good job, Michelle."
"My ass is on fire, sir, Michelle said.
"That's OK, it will get better," said Mike.
They watched her squirm for a second, Then Jim asked Pete, "Do you have any lube for her ass? We want her to be prepared. This will not be fun without lube." That got another moan from Michelle.
"No," said Pete. "She's never allowed anything up her ass before," Pete admitted.
"Well, we need to get some." All the guys looked at Pete, and he at them, wondering who was going to go.
Clearly, they weren't going to offer. Eventually, Pete said, "OK,I guess I'll go," with some anguish on his face. He did not want to leave Michelle alone with these guys, but the alternative was a painful night for his wife. Reluctantly, he handed the camera to Bob with instructions not to miss anything, then headed out the door. There was a 24-hour drugstore down the street from the hotel, so he wouldn't be gone for long.
As he went, Pete was having trouble with his conflicted emotions. He was so turned on by his wife's wantonness he didn't know what to do with himself. But that was mixed with the pangs of jealousy that he guessed accompanied all men sharing their wives for the first time. What would she think of their cocks? How would he measure up? But he knew that the real conflict inside of him was his apprehension about the future, particularly what Jim was planning on Sunday night.
Did she really want to humiliate herself in front of her friends and family? They would never look at her the same way, nor would they look at him the same way. Some of them might use it as a way to coerce her into further degrading acts. Some of them, particularly her conservative family, might not want to speak with her ever again. And what would all of this mean for him?
Pete searched his memory, and he realized that in all of his reading erotica and watching porn, he had never read about a scenario like this, where a woman knowingly contributed to her downfall, going from respectable to slave in one night, and of her own choosing. He had seen videos of women who claimed to want to be exposed, but he had no idea how real those were, or if a family member or friend ever discovered them. He had read stories of women who were "found out" by friends or family, but it had never been done willingly and purposefully.
