The Banker's Wife

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The Banker's Wife

by neff trebor

Lucy had everything; a husband with a very well paid job in the banking industry, a beautiful house, two adorable young *******, a holiday villa in Europe, platinum charge cards and expense accounts at all the top stores.


Although she was now forty-two years old and had had two children, she still had a perfect figure. Her breasts were still firm and pert which matched the rest of her youthfully toned body. This was no doubt helped by her daily visits to the exclusive health center where she had her own personal trainer. She did regular exercise and indulged in all the expensive pampering and beauty therapies that were available. Her husband would often comment that her figure was the same as the young Lucy he had married ten years previously


All of her friends envied her or maybe they were just jealous. She liked to think it was envy. In truth she enjoyed the feeling of her friends envying her. It fed her vanity and reinforced her superior attitude.


She had of course seen and read the news headlines regarding the financial crisis that was spreading around the world but did not take much notice of it. Her vanity and arrogance acted like a mental block to the realities of the real world.


Now, in an acutely embarrassing moment, the truth suddenly hit home. The manager at her favorite department store was doing his utmost to be polite and not cause any embarrassment.


"I'm afraid that we cannot extend your credit," he said quietly to her, your account balance is at the maximum we allow and nothing has been paid for the past four months.


Lucy replied, with an arrogant tone, "I'm sure there has just been some error by one of your young clerks. Here, charge it to my Platinum card."


She handed over the card and waited impatiently as the manager swiped it in his machine and waited for confirmation.


The wait felt like an eternity and then she saw the look of dismay on the manager's face as he looked at her and quietly said, "I'm afraid your card has been refused."


She stormed out of the store, leaving her purchases behind. When she arrived home she was surprised to see her husband Andrew's car in the driveway. She walked to the front door, unlocked it and stormed inside.


She started talking before she could see him. "You'll never guess what has just happened to me," she shouted, "that department store has made some stupid error with my account and to add insult to injury there was some kind of mistake with my Platinum card and I could not pay for--."


Her voice trailed away to silence as she saw her husband appear from the kitchen with a very worried expression on his face.


He just looked at her and said, "Sorry, I'm so sorry". "What does that mean?" she replied, "it's not your fault. It's just some stupid little clerk's mistake somewhere."


"No its not," he replied, "the bank has suffered huge losses and I have lost my job." He was almost sobbing as he continued, "I have been trying to find the courage to tell you. Every day, for the past six months, I have been leaving for work, pretending that everything is okay but there is no work. There has been no money coming in for the past six months."


Lucy looked and felt stunned. "We have savings, the holiday home and other assets. Surely we can just sell a few things.


Andrew looked at her with sad eyes like a puppy. "The bank owned everything we had and is calling it all in. I have managed to make an arrangement with the house but we need to find some money very soon to pay Paul.


She looked at him, puzzled, "Paul? What has it got to do with Paul?"


Andrew continued, "Because of our situation I was unable to get a mortgage on the house. Think about it. Who would give a mortgage to an out of work banker? The only solution I could come up with was to persuade my old friend Paul to help us."


Lucy looked shocked and stunned. "Paul, why Paul? You know how he makes my flesh crawl. I know he is your friend but he just gives me the creeps whenever I see him."


"Paul was the only friend I could find who was willing to help us. It's as simple as that. No Paul, no mortgage, no house! Lucy felt as though her whole world was suddenly being taken away from her.


She tried to stay positive and, if need be, she knew she could fight hard to save the house at least. They both went to the kitchen and Lucy put on some coffee.


"So what is the plan?" she asked, "how can we pay Paul?" she said, as she sat down next to Andrew with two large mugs of coffee.


"I know how much you detest Paul but he is our only chance. He has invited us over to dinner tonight so that we can discuss what to do next."


Lucy had always disliked Paul. It was nothing particularly tangible. He was a handsome enough guy and always got on well with Andrew and their other friends.


He flirted with Lucy whenever they met. The flirting in itself was not the problem, all Paul's friends flirted with her. It was always reassuring for anyone to be flirted with innocently. The problem for Lucy was that Paul's flirting never felt innocent. It always felt as though he was somehow sexually assaulting her. He always made her feel uncomfortable by making it obvious that he was mentally undressing her. She would see his eyes unashamedly roam over her, pausing at her breasts before moving on downwards. He would stare directly into her eyes and then push his tongue out and lick his lips.


Lucy was no prude. She realized very early on that all of Paul's facial expressions and eye movements were of a sexual nature. The problem for Lucy was that he was possibly the last man on earth that she would like to have sex with. There were many other male friends that flirted with her and she was always flattered, but not Paul; definitely not Paul.


It was only a few years back that Lucy had discovered how Paul made his living. She had often wondered what he did because he was obviously a very wealthy man. She had assumed that he was in banking, the same as her husband. However, at a dinner party about two years previously, she had overheard him talking with Andrew and some of the other male guests.


She had not heard exactly what was being said but it was obvious that he was inviting the other men to some special male only occasion.


When they got home Lucy quizzed her husband about the conversation. Andrew was reluctant at first but as they lay in bed together it was obvious that she was not going to let it go.


They had now been married for about ten years and he still enjoyed her feeble attempts of seducing him. As they both lay naked in bed she cuddled up next to him and tenderly kissed his ear.


He felt her hand move down slowly over his chest and then onto his belly.


His cock was already stiffening in anticipation of her touch. "Tell me what Paul was saying and I'll make it worth your while," she said. She didn't want to do it, but knew what it would take to unlock his deepest secrets. She had to dig down deep to overcome her reluctance.


He felt her hand brush reluctantly past his partially erect cock and onto his thigh.


She squeezed his thigh, brushing the back of her hand against balls and said, "Tell me what Paul was saying and I'll give you what you want."


Andrew hesitated and then felt her hand move over his erection and her fingers brush lightly along it. "Pleeeeeease,"she whispered, please tell me.


Andrew still resisted as she moved her head down over his body. He felt himself weakening as she rained a series of small kisses all over his belly.


He wasn't sure how she would react if he told her what Paul had been saying to the men. Equally he was beginning not to care about what she thought with her nose grazing the side of his shaft.


He felt her hot breath very close to his erect cock and then the moist warmth of her lips as she teased the head with her closed lips.


"Okay, I'll tell you." Lucy lay there with her cheek resting against his lower belly and head of his stiff cock so close to her lips; listening intently to her husband's words.


As she lay there Andrew explained that Paul made and distributed porno movies and was very successful at it. Somehow Lucy was not surprised. This would explain the creepy feeling she always got whenever they met.


"So what was the invitation for? Was it to go and watch some dirty movies?" Andrew hesitated before replying, "No, not to watch some movies. It was to go and watch some girls audition for parts in his movies.


Paul said he always auditions the girls with a small audience of about six men to make sure that they don't waste his time later on a film set by turning shy in the presence of the film crew."


"Will you go?" she asked. "Would you object?"


Lucy did not answer. She ran her tongue reluctantly along the underside of the head of her husband's stiff cock and started to gently suck. "I've got to do this if I am going to extract these secrets from him." She said to herself as she steeled her mind to accept what she knew she had to do.


As she fondled the tip with her tongue, her mind started to fill with lewd images. She visualized a young woman in a dingy room. She saw Paul, Andrew and his friends all sitting round in big comfortable chairs watching her. Paul had his usual creepy expression as she imagined him asking the girl to take off her clothes. Lucy felt Andrews cock stiffen further as she went on to imagine that she was in fact that young girl.


Although at first she found the idea quite repulsive she felt the revival of thoughts that started many years ago. It would reappear in different forms but was always the same basic idea. Sometimes when she was getting changed at the gym, in her bedroom or anywhere where she could see the reflection of her naked body in a mirror, she would fantasize that men were watching her; lusting for her. She always tried to suppress the humiliating thoughts. She pretended to herself that she was very proud of her naked body and teasing men by letting them see what they could not have. It was a fantasy of course; the idea that she had this power over men. In truth, they terrorized her; especially the huge black men who were on the local professional football team but came to the gym in the offseason to keep fit.


Now as she reluctantly fondled her husband's cock she used this fantasy of being in control to continue. She imagined she was the willing center of attention and the object of men's lust. It was also about being used as a sexual object. That was why Paul annoyed her so much. He made it obvious each time they met that she was the center of his lust, a female body that he wanted to use and abuse for his selfish pleasure. Deep down she used this fantasy of a man that repulsed her; hoping it would give her the strength to continue.


Unknown to her, Andrew also had a long held fantasy. As she nibbled around the edges of his cock, his mind was full of lewd images of her. His need was becoming more and more urgent as he indulged in his own long held fantasy of watching Lucy being used by a group of men. Now he was visualizing Lucy being the young starlet in the audition. He imagined he was watching from a safe distance as Paul and his other friends ****** her to strip for them. This idea of other men with his wife had always turned him on. He doubted that he would want it to happen for real but in his mind, right now, he was imagining her completely naked and surrounded by the men. He could see her being passed around them and the men taking turns pulling her onto their laps. He imagined them running their hands all over her naked body, squeezing and pulling her breasts and making crude comments as they pushed their hands up between her thighs. Finally he imagined all of the men were naked, their cocks erect, standing in a circle with his wife kneeling in the center and sucking off each one while masturbating two others at the same time.


Lucy could feel that he was about to erupt. She had no idea what images were filling his mind but she felt his hands grip he head and ******* himself deeper into her mouth. She fought off the feelings of humiliation and degradation knowing what was about to happen. She sucked reluctantly and ****** herself to remain calm as his hot semen filled her mouth.


She stayed there for a while until she felt it slacken. She licked off the last drops and let it slip from her mouth. "Ummmmm..." she whispered to herself as she wiped a few drops from her cheek with the edge of a sheet. She tried to convince herself that as long as he didn't see any of it, it hadn't really happened.


"If you ever insinuate to anybody that I have ever done this, I will deny it and this will never happen again." She had told him early in their marriage.


She lifted herself up and, after kissing him tenderly on the lips, lay back, bent her knees up and let her thighs relax and fall open.


Andrew did not need a second invitation. He moved down between her outstretched thighs and spent a few seconds gazing at her moist exposed labia.


He reached up with his mouth only inches away from her wet lips and gently opened her with his fingers. He was soon hungrily licking her and listening to her moans of anguish and interpreting them as signs of pleasure. He eased one of his fingers inside her as he sought out her sweet smelling clit with his tongue. He listened with delight to her moans thinking and mistaking them for orgasms.


Since that time a few years back Lucy's dislike of Paul had grown but the dark fantasies kept returning.


Now they were in Andrew's car and driving to Paul's house. Lucy had still not come to terms with the events and revelations of the past few hours. She realized that her cozy world of wealth and privilege was falling apart but she felt determined to salvage whatever she could and the house was top of her list.


Despite her dislike of Paul, Lucy always liked to look presentable when they were invited out. It was spring time and the sunshine had been pleasantly warm during the day. Lucy was wearing an expensive summer dress from her favorite designer. The material was pale blue silk and it was cut so that it flattered every feminine curve of her body. It had a Décolletage neck, cut quite low. As they pulled up in to Paul's driveway, she began to regret the revealing nature and knew he would be leering at her, trying to get a glimpse of her blue lace quarter cup bra. She wore a thin, full length, hooded wool cape over the dress to keep out the evening chill.


They parked the car and walked up the impressive driveway to the front door.


Paul was already waiting to greet them. As they entered the huge house Paul said, "May I take your coats?"


Andrew took off his coat and Paul quickly helped Lucy take hers off. As he lifted her coat from her shoulders she immediately felt his gaze fix onto the front of her dress as he said, "Beautiful dress Lucy, it really suits you."


It was a button-front dress that her husband had, as an afterthought, unbuttoned the last button just above the hem. The hem barely came to the edge of her thumbs. Her matching blue leather high heeled boots made her slender frame almost as tall as the 6'-4" host. With her ¾ length sleeves covering her, most of the focus of her dress was the tanned and toned section of flesh between the top of her boots and the hem of her dress. It was obvious to everyone that she was a runner. The muscles of her legs flexed tantalizingly when she walked.


He was taller than her and she could feel his eyes exploring the deep Décolletage neck searching for signs of a bra that did not seem obvious. The quarter cups barely came to the bottom edge of her long stemmed coral pink nipples that jutted provocatively out against the thin fabric; essentially announcing to the observers that nothing could contain them. She didn't need a bra.


Her breasts were solid melon sized and had no sag. They jiggled tantalizingly when she walked. "Please come in to the dining room," he continued, "The meal is ready."


They sat down and enjoyed a pleasant meal and perhaps more wine than they should have had. After the meal they were enjoying some coffee and still sitting around the table.


"So Andrew, said Paul, "Have you spoken with Lucy yet about my proposition?" Lucy turned swiftly to look at her husband, uncertain as to what this proposition was.


Andrew looked suddenly flustered as Paul continued, "Oh, never mind I'll tell her." "Tell me what?" Lucy said. The room fell silent for an uncomfortable few seconds before Andrew said, "No Paul, I'll tell her."


Lucy was starting to feel annoyed and said, "Please, whatever it is that you are supposed to have told me, just tell me!"


She looked directly at her husband, watching the awkward and embarrassed expression on his face as he mumbled, "You know Paul has kindly taken over the mortgage on our house."


"Yes," said Lucy, you told me earlier. "Well we need to work out a way of paying him," Andrew continued. The room then went silent again as Andrew tried to find the courage to tell Lucy what Paul had in mind.


The silence was broken by Paul as he said, "Lucy, you already know what I do for a living. I have been offered a very large sum of money to make a new film based on the collapse of the banking system." Lucy looked puzzled, "I thought you made dirty films, skin flicks, and porno?"


"Oh, I like to think they are better than the general run-of-the-mill skin flick," replied Paul, "But yes that is exactly what I do." Lucy either didn't understand the direction this conversation was headed or refused to accept it. "So why have they asked you to make a film about the collapse of the banking system?" she asked.

 

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Paul looked at her, his eyes roaming over the thin silk covering the youthful curves of her breasts and said, "The collapse of the banking system is just the starting point of the film.


The reason they will pay me a huge amount of money which, by the way, will easily pay off your outstanding mortgage, is that the main story will feature a real banker and his young attractive wife.


An outline of the plot is that the banker has not only lost his job but also lost most of the life savings of his friends. He reaches an agreement where he pays them with all he has left; his wife."


"What do you mean pays them?" Lucy asks. "You really don't get it yet do you Lucy," said Paul.


"The film will not be a fictional story. The film I am going to make will be sold to pay off all of your husband's friends who have lost their investments.


Lucy looked at Paul in disbelief as he continued, "You, Lucy will be the star of the film. Just think about it; We make a few films. You get half of the income from the films credited towards the money your husband owes. In no time at all, the house will be yours."


Lucy immediately stood up and shouted, "You must be mad; both of you. You want me to be some slutty porno actress to satisfy the perverse desires of you and your friends? You can just forget it. It is never going to happen!


Come on Andrew, we're leaving right now." She grabbed his arm and started to try and pull him up but he stayed where he was. She continued to shout and scream at him to get up and take her home but he just sat there. Eventually she quietened down and Andrew said, "Lucy, it's the only chance we have of keeping the house. We have so much equity in it; we would basically lose our whole net worth that is tied up in that house."


Paul then spoke saying, "Lucy, I know it must be a shock but at least just go away and think about it. It is the only way you are going to be able to pay off your husband's debts and keep the house." "Okay then, I'll think about it," she said, "but the answer will still be no!" With that she managed to grab Andrews arm again and persuade him to leave.


They drove home in silence. Lucy's mind was racing. She was furious that Andrew had not even had the courage to warn her in advance of Paul's Plan. She was also furious that they had even considered the plan in the first place. They arrived home and walked into the house still without speaking.


Finally Lucy turned to Andrew and said, "Would you really want to see me used in that way with the whole event recorded for the titillation of other sad men to watch and masturbate while looking at me?"


Andrew was silent for a few seconds before looking at her and saying, "Actually; No, but what other choice do we have? Can we sell the house and run away? He has the title. We would be breaking the law. I'm open to any suggestions you have."


Lucy just stared at him, rage filling her and said, "I'm going to have a long hot bath and hopefully wash away the feelings of disgust that you and made me feel earlier. She ran the bath and then locked herself in before undressing


She stood in the shower; trying to wash off the anger and humiliation she felt from the conversation that evening. When the water began getting cold she got out and dried herself. She unlocked the door and went to join her husband who was already sitting in bed reading a book. He looked at her apprehensively, unsure of her mood. "It's okay now. I feel better now that I've had a nice warm bath."


"Andrew," she said, "About earlier at Paul's house. Would you actually feel okay if I was to take part in this wild idea?" Secretly she had hoped to see signs of outrage. She wanted to hear him say: "No, honey. I would rather die than share you. The idea that he would make you do something that repulsive makes me want to *******. I would ******* him before I let him get to us like that." At least that was what she had hoped for.


Andrew hesitated, uncertain as to how he should respond. Finally he said, "If necessary we can sell the house and I can find some kind of job that we can live on."


That made her decision a little easier. She had thought it over in the shower. Lucy paused for an eternity; measuring her words. "Honey, I think I can get through it on one condition. I need to know that whatever he makes me do; you will still love me no matter what. Can you live with me after he makes me do some horrible things?" Her lips were quivering. She couldn't bear to look up at him as she whispered the revolting words that were echoing back and forth within her head. She looked up for a millisecond to see what his eyes might be saying.


"You mean you would do it; make the film with Paul?"


"I don't see what choice we have. If I don't we'll both be ruined. I might change my mind by the morning but if you were there to keep an eye on things then I will try to get through it." She wiped a tear from her face as she looked up at him.


Andrew was speechless. All the while that Lucy refused to do it he did not have to face up to his own fears of whether he could cope with watching her. Now there was every chance that he might have to. They both fell asleep and in the morning got up and had breakfast as though nothing had changed.


After breakfast, Andrew was reading his newspaper when he heard Lucy answer the telephone.


She looked at the caller ID number. She hesitated, not sure she should pick it up. "Hello Paul," he heard her say, "Yes ... Yes; I've thought about your proposal overnight. Yes; I talked to my husband. No; I don't think we have much of a choice. Tell us what we have to do next." What wasn't said was: "Yes, I'll do it." But there it was.


There was a pause for a few seconds as Paul obviously said something and then Lucy said, "O ... Oh ... Oh ... Okay, we'll be there." Andrew thought he heard a sob as she slammed the phone down. Another pause and then Lucy said, "You filthy bastard, I already do."


She then put down the telephone and returned to Andrew at the breakfast table. "Wow!" he exclaimed, "What have we done; you done," he corrected himself.


"I'm in a kind of daze," Lucy said but I have agreed to go to his offices/studio tomorrow. You know what he wants us to do." "So soon!" Andrew exclaimed. "Why did you call him a filthy bastard? What did he say to you?"


"You really want to know?" she asked, "The actual words?" "Yes," said Andrew, "What did he say; the actual words?"


"She paused before saying, "He told me to make sure I shaved my cunt because he hated pubic hair spoiling an otherwise perfect view."


What hurt so much was that the remark brought everything into focus. It was real. She was going to play the starring role in a dirty film and, to make sure she knew exactly what would be expected, he had told her to make sure her 'cunt' as he so crudely put it, would be ready for the camera.


The rest of the day passed in a blur. Andrew was feeling nervous; full of doubt about actually watching his wife being used by other men for real. His nervousness was only made worse by Lucy's apparent calmness.


That evening she started to get out the clothes she intended to wear the following day. She asked his advice on what he thought she should wear. They both chuckled nervously realizing the contradiction of what she should wear knowing that it would soon be taken off.


However, Lucy thought it was important to look the part. Perhaps subconsciously, she had not fully accepted what was going to happen. She told herself to dress to impress. Subconsciously she was still trying to ignore the possibilities of actually going through with her humiliation.


They eventually agreed on the silk dress that she had worn the night before, with the same fitted lightweight hooded wool cloak over the top. Somehow, the hooded cloak gave her some assurance that she was going to be covered. Lucy then laid out various items of underwear on the bed for Andrew to choose.


Her husband felt that no panties would be better. "There would be no lines under the thin silk." He tried to tell her. Actually he knew that just the thought that she had no panties would be captivating to the men. Also, it was another step in the direction of trying to get her mind acclimated to what she was going to be doing.


They chose the same delicate pale blue quarter cup bra she had used before. She allowed Andrew to pick the silk stockings that had a decorative band of lace elastic at the top. The lace held the tops of her stockings just below her crotch. The boots, dress and hooded cloak tended to focus all attention, again on her beautiful long legs. With her dress so short and one button open, her legs would flash a nanosecond every time she took a step; parting the long wool cloak. Andrew had bought her a new pearl necklace; as though that would make everything alright. It did add a certain amount of dignity to her ensemble. She also had a pair of matching earrings to go with it.


Andrew walked in as she was slipping the long strand of pearls twice around her neck. The long pearl earrings and necklace framed her face beautifully. She was braiding her long hair into a French braid and had just tied off the end with a rubber band. With her hands up and behind her head, one long stem pink nipple poked up over the top of her scooped front. She had to remember to keep her arms down when she did anything. "Wow, you look fantastic." He said; trying to boost her ego and confidence.


"Thanks," she replied. She sat in her underwear as she applied her makeup and then finished dressing, putting on some high heels as she left the house.


They both felt nervous and apprehensive as they left the house and set off for Paul's office.


When they arrived outside he turned to her and said, "Are you sure about this? We could just turn around and go." "I ... I ... I ... I'm as sure as I'll ever be," she stammered, trying to present an image of defiance she didn't have; trying not to bite her lip noticeably.


They left the car and entered the building. Paul was waiting for them inside the plush looking entrance. He gave Lucy a huge beaming smile as he said, "You look fabulous!" He guided them to an elevator and they were soon travelling up to his offices on the top floor.


"You're the first persons here," he said as they entered the office. It was like a huge loft apartment with windows all along one wall overlooking the city.


Lucy looked around and noticed a bar in the far corner with three men she assumed must be the film crew. One of them was a large black man and Lucy felt her anger rise as he blatantly leered at her, checking her out. A few months ago she would have given him a mouthful of indignant abuse.


"They're going to be here soon," Paul announced as he led Andrew and Lucy toward the chairs. "Oh, Lucy, honey; you aren't ready for the evening yet. "Take your clothes off." Lucy gritted her teeth and looked over at the camera men leering at her. The words seemed so *******; so business like; so humiliating.


Lucy looked around, trying to find a room she could use for some privacy. "Do it here, hon." Paul said with a glare. Somehow, Lucy didn't think it would start quite like this; so *******; so demeaning. Lucy turned briefly to her husband for some emotional support she didn't see. She was looking; somehow, for some assurance that things would be okay.


She wiped a tear away and picked up the hem of her dress. Slowly, like a small baby that wasn't ready to go to bed, she pushed the lowest button through the eyelet. She still couldn't believe this was happening. One by one, she pushed each of the buttons through the garment until there was nothing left to do. She stood there, waiting one last time for an imaginary reprieve that never came.


She looked up, hopefully at Paul; waiting to hear this was all some cruel joke. He stared at her. Goosebumps washed over her as she arched her back. The garment slipped off her shoulders and she trapped it between her ribcage and elbows; unwilling to let it drop.


Paul held out his hand; palm up. Lucy gathered the dress and folded it into a small pad. She walked over to him and put it in his hand. Lucy had no panties. Her long stem coral pink nipples were peeking over the top of her quarter cup bra. She put one forearm across them and one hand over her crotch.


"Now the bra." He said. Lucy had her head down and one hand fingering the end of her French braid; as though it might help cover her. She looked up first at Paul and then over at her husband. "Look what your idiot actions have done to us" her look was saying as she reached back for the clasp.


She was not going to give up her dignity. She refused to be humiliated as she pulled the bra off and handed it to Paul. "They can fuck me; they can ******* me. They can make me suck his cock; but I will not give up my dignity." She tried to tell herself. "I will not let them see me cry. I will not beg for mercy." She told herself.


"Turn around, hon." Paul said. "Let them fucking look." She told herself as she turned. Paul pulled her hands behind her and she heard a "click." Handcuffs. He had locked her hands behind her in handcuffs.


"P ... P ... Paul; please don't do this to me. I said I would cooperate. Why are you treating me like this?" So much for the dignity part she told herself as she whimpered her indignance to him.


"Go sit in the wooden chair." He said. Lucy was shaking almost too much to stand. Andrew went over to stand beside her. With one arm around her back, he guided her to the oak captain's chair. He helped her to sit down. Once she was seated, Andrew saw Paul motion with his head to someone he hadn't notice up until now.


There was a tall, black man with some boxes. He walked over, pulled up a chair and set his equipment next to the captain's chair and began to unpack. "Wow, I'm going to enjoy this." He said casually. Lucy was too devastated with her situation to try to understand what was going on. She was naked. "How could it get worse?" her mind screamed.


As Andrew watched, he realized the man had an air brush, small compressor and a number of bottles of candy paint. He didn't say anything as he set up. He used some clear light tack tape around the edges of Lucy's face. He was masking her face off. Mr. Paul said there are going to be people that you know fairly well, that will be here tonight, Miss Lucy. He wants to dress you up a bit so it might not be quite as obvious who you are. Frankly, I think you are going to look beautiful." He said as he loaded some black food dye into his airbrush.


Using some stencils, he traced some fine lines around her face to form the start of an eye mask. He used some pieces of lace and sprayed through it to create a texture of black lace to her mask. Andrew had to admit that she was quite stunning. A woman who is naked is stunning anyway. Then to add a layer of mystery, the mask obscured her identity yet revealed her fantastic figure.


Perhaps in some strange way, Paul had done her a favor. While stripping her naked, the mask gave some obscure form of anonymity. Paul went over to where her hooded cloak was and brought it over and draped it over her. It was not buttoned. They stood her up and brushed the cloak down over her so she was covered; somewhat. "That will do for a while." Paul said.


Soon there was the sound of the doorbell. The tall, black camera man went over to answer it. Paul went over to greet them. He turned to Lucy and Andrew: "Stand the fuck up, cunt. We have company. Be nice to them and act like you are thankful to be here."


Lucy looked around and started to feel panic as she watched six men come through the door. The huge camera man had answered the door and ushered them in. They were all dressed similarly, wearing dark business suits, white shirts and ties.


Lucy felt herself blush as she recognized all of the faces. Some were friends; others were business acquaintances of Andrews that she remembered seeing before. Andrew felt useless as the men gathered around his wife. He just stood nearby and watched, full of mixed emotions.


There was an awkward silence for a while before Paul said, "Gentlemen, let's go over to the bar and have a ******* while the crew sets up the cameras and lights."


They all drifted across the room towards the bar. Lucy thought it a bit like a wedding, lots of familiar faces meeting to enjoy a ******* at the bar. The humiliated naked woman bit down on her lip; nervously thinking the big difference was that at a wedding, only one person has sex with the bride.


She had never felt this humiliated in her life. When they had left the house, she had been determined to present a calm exterior but as she looked around at these men she wondered how she was going to get through it.


Her husband had guided her over to a couch. She had her eyes closed and her face down on her knees; unable or unwilling to be a part of this initial exposure of her body. She listened nervously as lights were placed around the area. Big chairs and various cameras were being staged on tripods around the couch.

After about an hour of conversation Paul called for silence. "Before we start I would like to explain the plot." The men chuckled, interrupting Paul. He smiled as he continued, "Yes, there is a plot!"


Paul continued, "All of you here know Andrew and his wife Lucy. You also know that Andrew was responsible for losing most of your investments." Andrew gazed at the floor suddenly feeling deep regret about his own recklessness in the handling of his customer's investments.


"So," Paul continued, "In the first scene Paul will apologize for his mistakes and then offer you all the use of his wife Lucy as compensation.


Lucy listened and cringed as Paul said "the use of his wife." She felt butterflies in her stomach as the real truth of the situation hit her. They were going to use her for their demented, selfish pleasure.


"We are almost ready to start," said Paul. He then looked at Lucy and said, "Before we make our way to the chairs and the film set we need to get a good look at you, Lucy. We want to see what you are wearing."


Suddenly the room was silent and all eyes were on Lucy. She teetered as her husband helped her struggle to stand. Andrew looked at Paul and without a word being said, He pulled the hood off of her head; exposing her face to let them get a good look at her. He removed the hooded cloak. This was the first time the men were aware the puddle of wool scrunched down on the couch was actually a woman; a beautiful woman. Lucy glared at her husband, then over at Paul. The naked woman struggled with her emotions. Humiliated and embarrassed with her nakedness, she struggled with her emotions. "I will not let them break me over this." Her mind screamed. Then, looking defiantly at Paul said, "When I came in I was wearing a blue lace bra, silk stockings, earrings, necklace and high heeled boots. You made me remove most of that and put me in handcuffs." Her voice started to crack as she said "handcuffs."


"Mmmmmm," that sounds very nice," said Paul, as he walked over to her and said, "Just to get us all in the right mood I think we should have a look. I think your beauty justifies the way you are presented. Nobody who looks this good; especially at your age, should be wearing clothes."


She felt her face blush hearing the men all make appreciative noises; low whistles and grunts as they all gazed at her. Lucy looked around at the men, feeling very nervous but aware of that old dark fantasy lurking in the back of her mind.


As she teetered unsteadily in front of the men, Andrew felt guilty as though he had somehow betrayed her. He used his hands to try and make his erect penis more comfortable under his trousers and realized that all of the others were doing the same.


"Lucy, you look sensational," said Pau. She watched his lust filled eyes roam all over her. He leaned down with his nose almost touching her long-stemmed coral pink nipple. "Mmmmm, you smell beautiful; I think we are ready to roll."


"Gentlemen, will you would please go and sit in the chairs while we shoot the opening scene of Andrew's apology. He will then bring Lucy to you. At this point Andrew will then leave her and stand behind the cameras to watch and I will take over." As she heard him say the words, "and I will take over," Lucy glanced at him and realized that the man she had detested for so long was about to get his wish.


The chairs had been arranged in a horseshoe shape and in the open side of the horseshoe shape was a single empty armchair that they all had a clear view of.


Andrew and Lucy stood together in front of one of the cameras just outside the group of chairs.


Paul called for silence as he handed Andrew a sheet of paper. "Okay, Andrew; just give me a nod when you are ready and we'll film you reading your statement."


Andrew quickly scanned the speech that Paul had prepared and then nodded his head. "Okay, take one," shouted Paul.


Lucy looked across at her husband as he started to read. "Gentlemen," he began, "I realize that I have cost you all a lot of money and until recently I thought I had no way of ever being able to repay any of it.


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breasts and fake tans. What they really want to see is a genuine, attractive, classy woman, looking a little unsure, being used for the first time in an adult film. I submit my wife. She is not the classical 22-year old beauty queen. My wife is a middle-aged woman. She has been through the trials and tribulations of a long marriage, raising children with all their hopes and disappointments. She is like a boulder in a stream; washed over for centuries and shaped to what you see now. Through all, she is still a beautiful, tender woman who can pleasure and excite you. Gentlemen; I present my beautiful and exciting wife, Mrs. Lucy Stephens." The men stood and applauded.


As he finished reading the speech Paul shouted, "Cut!"


"Well done Andrew," said Paul. If you want to watch then just stand over there behind the cameras. Andrew walked away, feeling guilty, apprehensive and very nervous.


Paul then turned to Lucy. "We will film the rest in one take," he said. There will be editing to be done afterwards but generally I find that it is best to just film everything.


"Nervous? He asked, as he put his arm around her, ready to lead her to the men. "Yes she mumbled, her voice cracking, "Very nervous." He shouted, "Main scene, take one!"


He led her to the group of men and, as they walked, he said, "Try to relax and enjoy it. I'm sure they will all behave like gentlemen. Don't worry about what you have to do. I will be directing every part, so just listen to me and do what I say.


Once more the room was silent except for the 'click, click of Lucy's heels as Paul led her to the group of men. He positioned her in front of the empty chair and stood close beside her. There was a camera opposite her but outside of the group of chairs.


She noticed another cameraman with a hand held camera. He was slowly moving the camera from her head down to her feet and then back again.


She stood nervously and listened as Paul looked directly at the hand held cameraman and said, as if talking to a large unseen audience, "I think you will agree that Lucy looks delightful. You will have noticed how her prominent alabaster breasts frame the coral nipples. You will no doubt also have noticed that her trimmed bush is doubly framed; first by the white triangle from her bikini and the toned and tanned thighs and abdomen.


Lucy looked around at the six men all staring intently at her. As she caught each one's gaze as they would smile lustfully at her. The smile felt to Lucy like the stare of an African Serval about to pounce on a small rabbit.


Looking around at the men she started to feel the deep terror, humiliation and helplessness in her head. "I've got to get through this; somehow." She said, trying to will herself some dignity and confidence. She looked at the men's faces and imagined she was alone in front of her mirror.


The hand held camera was now pointing directly at her breasts as Paul continued, "Gentlemen, in a moment you will all experience what Lucy has to offer. I know I am really looking forward to seeing those lips I have lusted after for so long be used in a constructive tantalizing way." As he spoke Lucy suddenly went tense as Paul's reached over and gave her breasts a quick fondle. She quickly realized that she would have to get used to being touched by Paul and the other men if she was going to endure this nightmare that her husband had put her in.


With the camera following every move, Paul started to run his hands all over the front of Lucy's abdomen. She could hear the delight in his voice as he said, "relax Lucy."


She tried to relax as the man she detested so much crudely squeezed and fondled her breasts. She listened to him commenting to the camera and to the six men how firm her breasts felt.


She could see the dirty lustful look in his eyes stronger than ever as he started pinching her nipples and commenting further about how prominently they felt.


Paul turned her around so that her back was to the men and ran his hand down over her buttocks. She listened as he said, "Gentlemen, what a delectable ass. I just love the way it feels."


She felt his hand brushing over her rear again and then pressing into the cleft of her buttocks. Andrew watched from the edge as his old friend ran his hands over his wife. He fought his own excitement as he watched.


Paul then turned her round again to face the men and said, "Gentlemen, as I said earlier Andrew has offered us the use of his wife. She has no objections.


So before we have a much better look at what he has offered us I suggest that we all show Lucy what we will be giving her." Lucy realized that the men had obviously discussed all of this before she and Andrew had arrived.


The six men all stood up and started to undress, including Paul. Suddenly this was becoming very real. Lucy tried not to stare as they all took off their clothes.


Her old terror-filled fantasy moved a little closer to reality as she looked around at the naked men in front of her. Her eyes fell to the tops of their thighs as she looked at the weapons to her humiliation. She could see that most of them were partially erect and felt a sudden panic run through her body.


Lucy watched as the man with the hand held camera moved slowly from man to man; the lens focused directly on their weapons. Finally he camea round to Paul. Lucy turned her head and looked down at the large phallus that Paul was showing. As she watched he crudely rubbed himself.


"Okay gentlemen, I'm sure that Lucy is impressed so far. Please sit down and let me show you what is on offer." Lucy just listened; imagining the mirror, her fantasy, feeling her nipples tingling and the humiliation being handcuffed and naked; displayed like a side of beef.


He turned to Lucy saying, "Your main task today is to make each man climax. You will allow them to use you however they want and ejaculate where ever they want. Your body is solely for their pleasure until you have exhausted them all."


Lucy bit her lip and nodded; trying to let the words go through without registering. She looked around nervously, feeling uncertain if she could actually endure what was being asked of her.


She then panicked as she noticed a small trolley that she had not noticed before placed next to the empty armchair. Paul had been waiting for her to see these items and grinned as he said, "Lucy, we always have some accessories standing by during a film shoot. We find that sometimes the girl needs to be prepared before the first penetration."


He then walked behind her saying, "and now it is time to show the men what they have been patiently waiting to see." Lucy could sense the wave of excitement that seemed to fill the room.


The tanned and toned abdominal muscles, the tops of her stockings framed her alabaster treasure magnificently. There it was. Andrew didn't need to get up close to her and stick his nose in it, but he knew what the men sitting closer than him could see.


From the top of her cleft on down, she was bare. The pubic curls above looked like they had been manicured like a professional baseball diamond. It was unbelievable. It had been shaven to a "landing strip" configuration.


The middle of the thatch was a darker brown that was thick and curly. As the curls faded to the sides, they were lighter in color; thinner and less curly until they almost seemed to be wispy blond strands like the hair on a newborn baby. It was a work of art; a treasure. It belonged in a museum.


She heard gasps from the men of "Wow!" "Fuck!" and other expletives indicating there obvious delight in seeing her naked. She looked at them all staring back at her. It was like her terror fantasy only real. She could feel their eyes roaming all over her and feasting on her nakedness.


Andrew could not keep his erection from growing as he heard the appreciative comments from the men and watched his wife standing, restrained and naked except for the stockings, pearl necklace and high heels. He could see the goosbumps of humiliation forming and washing across her body. This was worse than being naked.


Without any clothes and handcuffed, she would be clearly perceived as being non-consensual. With her pearls, earrings, boots and stockings, she gave the impression that maybe she chose to be there; this way.


Paul was now standing by her side again watching the man with the handheld camera panning all over her body.


As she stood there Lucy was very aware of how she was holding her legs together tightly. In spite of her humiliation and embarrassment, she was unable to stop the feeling of moisture between her legs as she held them together.


Her thoughts were rudely interrupted by the hand held cameraman when he said, "Paul, are we going for the first cunt shot now?"


Lucy had tried to ignore the fact that sooner or later she would no longer be able to preserve any modesty. She had tried to imagine that she might be able to achieve her task in some subtle way but of course she realized this was a porno film. She had seen a few of the ones Andrew had thought were well hidden in his study. She would sneak a look when she was alone in the house, horrified at some of the scenes, wondering how the girls could show themselves so crudely. Now she realized that these films were almost certainly made by Paul and the girl about to show herself crudely was actually her.


"Move your legs apart Lucy," Paul said, "The camera here needs a glimpse between your legs. Lucy moved her feet apart a little, about six inches or so.


"Further Lucy," Paul moved behind her and used his foot to nudge her feet further apart. Lucy looked down at the man with the hand held camera. He was kneeling in front of her with the camera pointed directly up at her.


Paul looked down at him and asked, "Okay, how's that?" The cameraman replied, "A bit more." Paul gave Lucy's feet another big nudge with his own until her feet were about eighteen inches apart.


Lucy knew that the cameraman could now actually see what he wanted because as she parted her legs that last time she suddenly felt her labia exposed to the air.


The camera man looked up at Paul and said, "Fucking perfect, lovely big protruding cunt lips, really looking forward to some good close ups later"


These crude comments acted as a focus for the embarrassment she had always felt about her large protruding labia-minora. Andrew always said he liked it but that didn't help much. Now she was ****** to face the reality that Paul and the six men would all be looking at the part of her body that she was most unsure of.


Although Paul said nothing and just grinned he was also looking forward to making Lucy fulfil all the fantasies he had nurtured about her all these years. Lucy knew that the six men had all heard the cameraman's comment and were all eager to see for themselves.


Paul felt his penis twitch as he thought of the next pose for Lucy. "Lucy, please now turn around so you are facing away from the men." Lucy slowly turned around, wondering what was coming next.


"Now place your feet the same distance apart as last time." She nervously shifted her feet apart again making scraping noises with the high heels.


Although she could not see him or the other men she imagined them all staring at her smooth round globes. She also sensed that the camera man would not be far away, waiting for more crude shots.


She felt Paul run his hands up and down the backs of her legs. He started at her feet, running his hands over the sheer nylon of her stockings and then up onto the smooth naked flesh of her upper thighs.


He spoke to her saying, "I will never tire of that view. Your legs looking taunt and long, accentuated by the high heels and stockings. I love the way your ass is framed with the top of those stockings, your upper thighs and the stocking tops. Now Lucy, please bend over and try to touch your toes." With her hands restrained behind her, of course this was impossible. She struggled with her balance as she tried to bend over as far as she could but stopped as he said: "keep your legs straight and just bend at the waist."


She slowly started to bend over, very aware of the appreciative noises coming from the men. As she bent she listened to Paul say, "Gentlemen, this is one of my favorite shots and I always get the girls to do this. You will notice that as Lucy bends over for us we will get a perfect view between her legs. Lower Lucy, lower," said Paul.


Andrew watched with concern, knowing her flexibility was the result of regular visits to the gym. With plenty more encouragement from Paul she managed to bend right over so her chin was against her thighs.


With Lucy now bent right over Paul continued, "Now you can all see why I like this pose so much. Look how both of her treasure troves are so tantalizingly displayed.


As she looked back between her legs she saw the camera man focusing directly between her legs again. She felt very exposed and, as if she needed reminding, could hear the men commenting on how much they liked the look of her labia. Her cheeks reddened from the position she was in and the humiliation she was enduring.


The men were actually saying they loved the appearance of her protruding lips and how horny they looked as they hung between her legs. As she heard them say it she felt goosebumps of humiliation run through her body.


In spite of her feeling humiliated having to stand like this it was a reluctant voyage of discovery. As she looked back between her legs at the men she was shocked to realize how she was humiliated seeing them look lustfully at her rudely exposed body. She did not like the feeling knowing she was turning them on, making them hard, wanting her.


Paul was now standing beside her. She felt his hands gently rubbing each buttock. One hand was on each, caressing and gently squeezing them. Until now Lucy had only been concerned about if she could manage satisfy these men like she satisfied her husband using her vagina. No other possibility had even entered her head.


He took her hands and guided them around his phallus. He put his arms around her at her waist. He kissed her softly and began to whisper something the other men couldn't hear:


"Lucy, it is time for you to go round the men and check out what they have for you. I want you introduce yourself to each of them in turn by saying, Hello, my name is Lucy and I am looking forward to having your stiff cock. I want you check out his cock and balls with your lips as you kneel in front of him and kiss the head of his cock. If he isn't at full length, you need to play with it. Kiss it. Fondle him. Talk to him. If he is nervous, take the time to make him relax. You are not a whore. You are a Geisha. You are here to make them all happy. Okay? Understood?"


Lucy gritted her teeth. She struggled to present an air of dignity in spite of the vile instructions. Lucy stood back upright and nodded. She bit her lip. "Get fucking used to it," she told herself grimly.


With tears in her eyes, she walked across to the first man. She imagined what it must feel like to be a striptease artist on her first night. Ordinarily, she liked her looks in the high heel boots; the tendency to slenderize her. She usually had a secret smugness when she felt the men turn to look at her. The high heels might have looked elegant when she was fully clothed but now she felt like a sex club worker; a slave. Her high heels 'clicked-clacked' on the floor and her breasts bobbed and swayed sexily a half beat behind each step as she walked over to the first man.


As she approached, the attention was now shifting to him. She could see a certain discomfort and anticipation in his eyes. She recognized him as one of Andrew's old friends. She slowly brought herself down to her knees between his. "Hello," she said as she unconsciously struggled to rid herself of the tears dripping down her face. "My name is Lucy and I am looking forward t ... t ... to ... to having your ... your ... s ... s ... stiff cock."


The words rattled around in her head and almost killed her to get them out. It was hard enough to hear the words from Paul. This was a woman she did not know emitting the sounds from her mouth. He looked at her and smiled, reached out and gave one of her breasts a quick squeeze. Like a zombie, she slowly knelt in front of him and looked up at the large bulge that was only inches from her face.


Her gaze shifted back to the large semi-erect penis that was now throbbing uncertainly in front of her. She watched it stiffen and grow with each touch. Her lips trembled as she thought about the rest of the instructions. She tried to pretend she didn't know him. As hard as it would be for her to fuck a random stranger, it would be preferable than to be down in front of one of her husband's friends. This seemed to be the ultimate humiliation; sex with one of her husband's friends while he was just a few feet away.


"What is he thinking?" her mind screamed. "I've got to get through this." She told herself. She had been instructed to fondle and kiss it. How could she do that with her hands behind her? She had to kiss it. It was throbbing and wasn't holding still. She leaned forward; and the best she could do was trap it; upright between the side of her face and his abdomen. It wasn't completely hard.


With her eyes closed, she began rubbing her face slowly against it. She pulled back a little and caressed it with her nose. She could feel it growing. She turned her head and used her lips against the soft skin on the underside of his shaft. She managed to get some of the loose skin in her teeth.


She pulled out against it. The lose foreskin stretched out past the tip of his phallus. She could feel it growing even more. "Ohhhh ... Ohhhhh ... Oh, fucking god." She heard him whisper. It was now full size. He grabbed it with one hand and held it still for her. She brushed it tenderly with the side of her face. She leaned forward; brushed the tip across her lips and kissed the tip softly. "I ... I ... I'm pleased to meet you." She stuttered.


Numbly, she moved around to each of the six men, finally returning to the chair and Paul. She looked at the six men, all now completely erect. Erect and aroused for her.


Paul gave a purposeful cough and pointed to himself, as if to say, "You've forgotten something. She stood and faced him. "Hello," she said, "My name is Lucy and I am looking forward to having your stiff cock."


Andrew was still watching. Unconsciously he had put his hand deep inside his trouser pocket and was stroking his own erection as he watched his wife, naked touching Paul with her lips. He should have been outraged. He should have been indignant. Instead, he had some deviant curiosity as he watched his wife nibbling and caressing him with her lips and tip of her tongue.


Was he angry? Was he excited? Was he envious? Was he jealous? He didn't know what to think. Paul looked down at her as she knelt in front of him. His hands were placed on his hips as he stood with his bulge proudly thrust against her face.


The man with the handheld camera was crouched next to them ready to capture the interaction of Paul's penis and the touches and kiss from Lucy's lips.


It should have been easier now that she had already done this six times. Instead, it was a different kind of humiliation. He was the leader. He was the one responsible for all of her humiliation and degradation. It was for the two of them to decide whether things would get worse or easier. "What could she do to reduce her humiliation?" she wondered.


Andrew watched; helplessly and curiously as she nuzzled what was essentially an assault weapon. Andrew watched from his place behind the cameras as Lucy fondled the man she so vehemently despised. "This is going to fucking hurt." Her mind screamed at the thought of it entering her. "How can anybody take all of that?" she thought in horror.


As she was about to kiss the head of his erect phallus again, the man with the hand held camera said, "Shall we do the first sucking shot now or later when she is being fucked?" Paul looked down at Lucy and replied, "I think we'll do one now and then perhaps another later."


The man moved closer with the camera as Paul said to Lucy, "We always do a cock sucking shot early on while the girl is still looking fresh and her makeup hasn't smudged and run." Lucy's heart seemed to stop for a second as she tried to absorb the words.


'Open your mouth Lucy. Convince us you enjoy sucking me." Lucy took several deep breaths, trying to calm herself. "Get fucking used to it." She repeated to herself. Like a baby trying to eat vegetables she hated, she tried to adjust her mind to accept the throbbing member. She fought the urge to gag. She closed her eyes and rubbed her nose against the tip. She rubbed her closed lips across it.


To her husband, watching, he had never noticed his wife so affectionate. He was envious. Subconsciously, he had not remembered Paul's order to act like she liked it. To him, that meant for her to smile or gobble on his shaft like a cheap whore. Andrew watched spellbound as Lucy opened her mouth and then felt Paul's hand hold the back of her head. The cameraman said he was ready and Paul thrust his hips forward, pushing his erect penis into Lucy's mouth.


It was not a savage thrust. It was not hateful. Andrew couldn't actually see it go in. they held their positions for a while. Then, almost through telepathy, he moved forward; incrementally. Lucy, in turn felt the movement. She relaxed her muscles and allowed him to enter. The space between them narrowed.


Lucy now had the entire crown past her lips. The girth was also a problem. Andrew could see the panic in her eyes as her tongue fought for a place retreat. What her husband interpreted as her fondling his shaft with her tongue was actually a desperate act on her part to keep it from being shoved down her throat. Andrew could see her tongue moving in circles; to him, massaging and pleasuring his shaft.


When it began to be too much, Lucy waived her head desperately back and forth; from side to side in a signal of desperation. He then withdrew and asked, "How deep can you take a cock in your mouth Lucy?" Have you ever managed to take Andrews cock into your throat?"


She looked up at him with desperation in her eyes, saying, "I tried, but I always end up gagging." "Good, good, so you are at least willing to try?" "I'm not sure I can do it," she said.


"Don't worry Lucy, just try your best. The cameraman will tell us when he is ready and then I will slowly push into your mouth. Let's just see how much you can take. If you start to gag Just look up at me and I will pull back."


Lucy struggled to break the strand of semen and spittle that joined them and tearfully nodded but asked, "D ... D ... D ... Do the other girls do this? Take it into their throats?"


"Yes," Paul replied. "They tell me it is an art that is not too difficult to learn. The girls say that the trick is to first stick out your tongue and then, as the cock goes in, keep trying to swallow."


Paul grinned as Lucy stammered; "Okay I ... I ... I ... I'll try."


Andrew had to stop rubbing himself for fear of messing his trousers. He knew that Lucy was bluffing a little because she had refused to do it with him; and claimed she had never, ever done such a thing.


"Okay Lucy, ready?" She nodded; closed her eyes and pushed out her tongue. The camera man said "Okay, ready and focused."


Her husband watched in silent fascination as Paul put his hands over his shaft to steady it for her. He waved the tip around; across her cheeks; across her lips; like two lovers experimenting for the first time. With her eyes closed, Lucy wasn't quite sure exactly when to open her mouth; whether he was just going to jam it in, or what.


He moved his hands to the back of her head. The movements were so slow, it was hard to tell who was initiating the action. Andrew could tell when she parted her lips and the massive phallus started to slowly enter her mouth. He watched as it slowly disappeared, He watched her swallowing as best she could. It was so wide, girth was also becoming a problem she had not anticipated.


Once the hood had disappeared, the two actors held their position. When Paul started to add pressure to the back of her head, Lucy turned her head slowly from side to side; indicating: "No."


"Please, please don't ******* me. I promise I'll do the best I can. I'm begging you. Give me some time to get used to this." She said as she fought for air.


She turned her head to break the strand of spittle and semen that connected them. She put her hand over the end of him as she pleaded. Paul could see tears of desperation in her eyes. He was so ******* with emotion himself; he was more than willing to accommodate her momentarily. After all, he was getting all of this on film. He knew he could get whatever he wanted from her from now on, so this was a minor interruption.


She momentarily gagged a little but did show any signs of protest or plead for him to stop. Paul pulled her head closer and closer and delighted in feeling the head of his cock push close to her throat. He held her there for a few seconds, ensuring that the cameraman had got a good shot before pulling out. As he pulled out his penis, Paul watched her saliva dribbling in long strings from the end.


"Well done Lucy, you are a very talented lady. I'm sure that later on one or more of the men might want to use your beautiful lips." "Okay, Lucy please stand up now," said Paul.


As she stood up, the man with the hand held camera brought out a tissue to wipe her mouth. Lucy grimaced as he wiped the clear liquid from her lips. "Thanks." She had no lipstick now, but was just as beautiful; maybe more without it. She had escaped having anybody climax in her mouth, so far.


Paul felt very pleased with Lucy's progress so far. She was proving to be much more willing than he could ever have imagined. Yes, he had already guessed a long time ago that there might be a slut hidden within Lucy but now he was certain and felt excited as he thought about what he had in mind for her next.


Lucy's humiliation was interrupted as Paul said, "Lucy, please sit in the arm chair."


Lucy moved across to the armchair, conscious of her breasts swaying, her heels clicking and all the men watching her intently. She was also aware that with her hands restrained behind her, her breasts pulled up even higher than normal, or from the effects of wearing a bra. Her long red nipples seemed like a couple of baby puppies; watching inquisitively from their perch, bobbing up and down in their ride.


As she sat down Paul said, "Now Lucy, this is when we all get a really good look at your beautiful treasure. I want you to lean back and then try to place a leg over each arm. Lucy could feel herself start to blush furiously as Paul tried to spread her thighs and expose herself completely to the men and cameras.


Lucy had never felt so exposed or vulnerable in her whole life. Paul then said, "Lucy, move down a little more, we can't see your asshole properly." With her arms shackled behind her, it was impossible for her to lean back in the chair the way he wanted. She could not keep her knees wrapped up and over the arms of the oak captain's chair.


Lucy looked over at her husband to see how he was doing. She couldn't read his expression. "I ... I ... I don't think this is going to work," she replied, embarrassed beyond all imagination. "It's almost impossible, holding my legs up like this." She said fighting tremors of humiliation.


"No problem," Paul replied, "We have some silk ropes we can use to help."


Lucy stayed silent as Paul walked behind the chair. She then looked up and saw he had two lengths of soft, half-inch nylon rope in his hands. It actually looked like brown, hemp, like what ranchers use on a farm. It looked mean and course.

 

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This chair is fully equipped with accessories," he said with a grin.


He unclasped the handcuffs. Lucy gasped at the temporary reprieve. He used one length to tie her hands behind her. She lay back, with her head arched over the back of the chair. Paul lifted her legs up so the back of her knees were crooked up over the arms of the chair. The next length of rope went without protest as he tied around the high heel; back around the chair and again to the corresponding heel of her other foot; restraining her legs from falling back over the arms. With her knees now folded back against (almost) the outside of each breast she was wantonly exposed.


Goosebumps of humiliation washed over her body as she felt the cool breeze of the air-conditioning reminding her of what the men could see. "Oh, Lord; ******* me now." Her mind screamed in embarrassment.


Paul walked round the chair again and stopped behind her. He bent over her; with one hand rubbing one nipple and the forefinger of the other tracing the length of her now open cleft. "Lucy, you look even better than I imagined you would." As he spoke she could sense that familiar filthy grin spread across his face; felt his eyes moved down to her crudely exposed labia.


Andrew watched Paul's eyes move back and gaze over her as he reached down with his hand and ran his fingers over her labia. As he groped between her legs he repeatedly pulled and played with her large protruding labia-minora.


Lucy tried to suppress an involuntary sigh. This was not her. This was a woman she did not know; ashamed at how unwillingly aroused the body she owned was becoming.


The handheld cameraman then said, "Paul are we going for the fully 'stretched open cunt shot' now? Looking at those big lips it is going to look fantastic!" Andrew saw Paul nod to the cameraman as he moved away from the front; leaving her completely displayed for the six men. He then said, "Gentlemen, please come and gather round. I'm sure you all want a good close look at Lucy's treasures.


Lucy felt the six men all gather round. She didn't need to see to know all of them were staring between her thighs and all of them fully erect. This whole filming procedure, displaying her for the camera and kissing the men's erections had felt like a long slow deliberate foreplay; a foreplay of humiliation; a foreplay of degradation.


"Okay, Lucy," said Paul, "as you heard my cameraman say just now, it is time for the 'stretched open cunt shot'." Lucy felt the heat and light of the camera lens pointing directly between her thighs.


Paul looked at her for a while. He loosened her restraints on her arms. He re-tied her arms so one was free and one was still behind her. Paul leaned over and whispered into her ear: "I want you to touch yourself. Make it good. I'm sure you must masturbate when you are alone and having fantasies."


Even now, with her intimate parts displayed so crudely to all the men, this mention from Paul of her masturbating whilst alone at home made her blush deeply. Like a baby being caught doing something naughty.


"Don't be shy now Lucy. Make it good. Convince yourself you are alone. Convince us you like it."


Lucy fought the urge to gage as she ****** herself to tentatively move her hands down over her belly and nervously touched her moist labia. Her stomach roiled as she touched herself. She touched herself and ran the tips of her fingers up and down the length of her opening. Her fingernails were long, so she had to use the back of the knuckle of her thumb. She felt herself blush. Waves of goosebumps washed over her; starting at her toes and racing up to the back of her neck.


"Finger yourself Lucy. Come on; push a finger into your juicy cunt." Lucy tried; whilst; unseen by her, Andrew had moved closer to get a better view of her as she displayed herself so crudely. "Okay, Lucy that was good. Now please move your hand under your thighs so that you can open your cunt wider for us."


"Now use your fingers to hold those lovely cunt lips as far apart as you can. Pull yourself open Lucy."


Lucy felt as though she was in a surreal dream as she sought out her Labia-minora and gently held them between her thumb and forefinger. "Good girl," said Paul, "now open yourself as wide as you can."


She struggled to do as he asked, pulling herself farther open. "More Lucy, wider," said Paul as he watched the woman who had been the subject of many of his fantasies during masturbation open herself and display her wet vagina so beautifully for them.


Lucy tried not to gag as she displayed herself so lewdly. She remembered the smug feelings she used to have when socializing with these men, especially Paul, when she would notice them trying to mentally undress her.


Now, as she held herself wide open for all the men to see, she wished she could take it all back. As Andrew watched his wife being displayed and prepared to be used by the men he felt an overwhelming urge to unzip his trousers. He quickly looked around, thinking to himself that nobody would see because they were all looking at his wife. He did not notice another cameraman in the shadows as he unzipped his trousers, fumbled in his underpants and then finally liberated his erect penis. He then continued to watch as he lightly stroked himself.


Andrew was still watching as Paul walked around the chair and unfastened the ropes that were holding Lucy's legs. He listened as Paul said, "Okay Lucy, you can relax for a minute." He handed her a plate of Hors D' Oeuvres. "Please stand up and move amongst the men. Remember; you're here to do as they ask."


Lucy moved her hands away from between her legs as she felt the ropes being untied. She then stood up, not quite sure what to do next. She picked up the tray from Paul's hands and took a few steps towards the men, feeling their eyes fixed on her breasts as they swayed sexily.


"T ... T ... T ... These are ... are ... chocolate covered strawberries." She managed to stammer; trying to keep the tray between her and the men.


The men gathered around her, hoping to touch her. While some were groping her breasts she felt a hand delve between her thighs and roughly grab her wet labia. "Hold fucking still; cunt." She heard somebody say.


A hand reached around from behind her and picked up a chocolate covered strawberry. It disappeared from her sight. Next she felt it against her crotch. "Lean the fuck over." The voice behind her whispered into her ear.


Lucy had no choice but to do as ordered. Holding the tray, she bent over. "Farther." The voice said. Lucy held the tray out in front of her for balance as she bent over slowly. Finally when her breasts were touching her knees, she heard him say: "Now spread your legs; farther."


Lucy was fighting tears again as she tried to comply. Her high heeled shoes were now about shoulder's length apart. Her face was down far enough to see the shoes of the man behind her. "Uggggh ... her mind screamed as she felt the cold chocolate being rubbed up and down her wet cleft. "Ohhhh ... goodness ... her mind screamed in humiliation as the gigantic cold strawberry was being rubbed up and down her like a dildo.


As cold and chilling as it felt, Lucy could feel something; something she swore could not happen to her. In a perverse way, the humiliation and degradation was creating a very unexpected reaction. First it was a slight shock. Like the beginning of an electric shock. The sensations continued; first sporadic and then more frequent.


Lucy felt exponential humiliation as the men passed the chocolate strawberry around; each taking a bite and smelling it; commenting on the taste and smell. This perverse set of actions was having an unexpected reaction with her.


This terror-fantasy which she had earlier; of being raped and abused was to some extent fulfilling itself, only worse than she imagined. She could not distinguish between her dark fantasy and the present reality. Was it happening or was it her imagination?


"Oh ... dear. Oh ... Oh dear. Mmmmmffff. Ohhhh ... Oh fuck." Her mind screamed in indignation with her ability to control her emotions.


The men stopped groping her and stood back. There was a tense, sexual feeling filling the room as the men all realized that the real action was about to start.


"Ohhhhh ... Ohhhh ... My fucking God." Her mind screamed silently as her body shuddered. It had happened. Her body had betrayed her. She sobbed and tried to hold on to the tray to keep from dropping as her shuddering slowly subsided.


They gave her time to collect herself. Lucy dropped to her knees with the tray in front of her, trying to gain her composure. While there, she watched as one of the film crew dragged a thick mattress across the floor and placed it next to her. "Okay Lucy," said Paul, "Please kneel on the mattress.


Lucy looked around at the men and then with her husband's help hesitatingly knelt down onto the mattress. This is it, she thought to herself. This is where they will all have me. "I want to see your ass pushed up in the air Lucy, like a slut waiting to be fucked.


Turn your head to one side and put your weight on your shoulders; somehow. That's good," said Paul as he walked around behind her and pushed the small of her back downwards and nudged her thighs apart. Lucy felt completely exposed again as she knelt and waited.


She noticed the handheld cameraman ready by her side as he said to Paul, "Should get some nice footage of her tits swinging as she's fucked from behind."


"Raise up a little, honey." Paul said as he tried to reach her breasts squashed on the mattress. Lucy turned her head and bowed it; so her weight was now on her forehead and knees. Paul reached under her and roughly cupped the nipple of one breast. "Yes, they should swing nicely."


He then moved behind her, holding a golf ball sized vibrator. She felt him run his fingers between her wet lips as he commented, "Mmmmmmmm, nice and wet."


She felt him rub the tip of the vibrator between her labia and caught her breath as he pushed the whole length inside her with one long slow thrust. "Very good, Lucy," he said, "your cunt feels as though it is in full working order."


One of the six men quickly knelt in front of Lucy, his stiff penis swaying within inches from her face. He then held it with one hand and rubbed the tip over her lips.

She felt the vibrator move inside her as Paul gripped the end of it and gave it a few twists. She then felt him pull it out from her as he said, "Okay, Lucy, it's time for you to have a cock in both ends; one in your mouth and mine in your cunt."


Somebody raised her head and shoulders. They moved her so her head and shoulders were leaning over the glass coffee table. Lucy opened her mouth to protest but then felt her head being tilted upwards as the man kneeling in front of her pushed his erect phallus against her lips.


Her husband Andrew watched as Paul moved directly behind his wife holding his stiff penis in his hand. He watched the handheld cameraman move in close to his wife's rear end as Paul positioned the head of his erect penis against her.


He heard a muffled "mmmph" sound from Lucy as Paul gripped her hips tightly and thrust his penis into her pushing her forward. With the shaft behind her slowly disappearing into her, she started to mew in humiliation and degradation.


"Show the fucking camera you enjoy this." She heard Paul whisper against her.


The man in front of her was another matter. He was not ramming it down her throat. He held it in one hand and rubbed it against first one cheek; across her lips and then across the other cheek. He was too close for Lucy to focus on him. She could not seem to react to what he was doing.

 

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The more he twisted the evil monster across her face, the wetter and slimier it got. She knew the smell and was never comfortable with it; that close to her face. She tried not to telegraph her discomfort or indignation by turning away or gagging. "Get fucking used to it." She tried to tell herself. "Show some fucking dignity." How one actually shows dignity with a cock in her mouth was not a concept she had an answer for.


Lucy tried to steel her mind to accept him. She relaxed her lips as the tip crossed them. Slowly the back and forth motion became less wavering. It stopped between her lips; inquisitively wondering whether it would be admitted.


Lucy did her best not to flinch. She relaxed her lips and extended the tip of her tongue as if to provide a proper reception to the vile guest. Having made contact, the savage shaft pushed against her wet lips.


Again, Andrew saw the monster push up against her sweet lips. He saw Lucy kiss the tip and allow him to enter. He watched in wonder as her head waived, slowly from side to side as it went in. When her lips covered the end, they held their positions. The phallus behind his wife was making sucking and slapping sounds as it went in and out of her. The movement of the man behind her also pushed her somewhat forward and back on the shaft ******* her mouth. The sounds from behind had a surrealistic effect on the phallus entering her mouth.


In the mind of her husband, the sound from behind was superimposed on the visual image in her mouth. Now the sucking and slapping sound seemed to be going in and out of her mouth.


Andrew felt he could not restrain himself any longer and as he watched his wife Lucy being abused from both ends. He gripped his erect penis and masturbated as he watched her breasts swinging under her in time with the men's thrusts. He had never felt so aroused, as he felt his orgasm rapidly approaching. He quickly glanced around, still not noticing the other cameraman. Suddenly he was ejaculating. He stifled a moan and felt his semen coming out in multiple spurts, splashing onto the floor. The cameraman captured the whole moment and smiled to himself knowing that Paul would be pleased.


As his penis slowly softened in his hand, Andrew still stared at the spectacle of his wife being used by his friends and colleagues. Lucy could sense that the man she was sucking would soon ejaculate and she concentrated on trying not to ******* as he held her head and roughly thrust into her.


She could also feel Paul's heavy scrotum slapping against her moist labia as he satisfied his lust in her.


Paul was the first to erupt. She felt his body tense and his thrusts pause before his hot semen flooded her.


The man she in her lips followed quickly. She felt the vile phallus throb and pulsate in her mouth. Then his hot semen splashed against the back of her throat. She didn't need to be told. It was pretty much understood. She had seen the previous films of this. The humiliated woman swallowed defensively, unable to avoid tasting the saltiness as she swallowed. Now she was one of them. The faceless, forgotten women in the porno flicks. Only this was her. She would never be able to forget; never be able to erase the terrible taste or memories.


She felt Paul withdraw and then another take his place. The man who had just ejaculated into her mouth seemed quite content to keep his semi-erect penis between her lips as the last dribbles of semen trickled into her mouth.


The others all took her in turn to use her for their pleasure. As each one entered her she could feel the previous man's semen oozing out of her and dripping down her legs. She would never forget the smell.


Finally she realized that all six men had ejaculated inside her. She remained kneeling, feeling like a cheap slut and, as the thoughts of what they had just done to her filled her mind, she felt repulsed. However she also felt confused. She had just been abused by six men ejaculating into her at both ends. No one had ****** her to do it, she had actually agreed to it.


Her thoughts were interrupted when she heard Paul say to the film crew, "Okay guys, thanks for your skill and hard work filming our delightful Lucy."


"Lucy," he continued, "It is normal practice for our female stars to give relief to our film crew. As I'm sure you will appreciate you will have made them very horny as they watched and filmed you. I will film the rest of the action as they use you."


Lucy watched as the three crew members moved in front of her and quickly undressed. "How much worse can it get?" she thought as feelings of guilt or disgust were now gone as she numbly stared at the three more slowly aroused penises began to be displayed.


Her eyes were transfixed by the largest of the three. The fact that he was black just seemed to terrify her even more. It was enormous. The term; phalanx used in mythology was used to describe and define a group of fierce warriors. In this case, it seemed fitting to describe this weapon of destruction. "He will ******* me with that thing." Her mind screamed. This was the final piece of the nightmare fantasy she had experienced in her mind so long ago. Now the entire nightmare was about to be fulfilled. After what she had been through with six men, this was still going to be worse. It was so long and thick that it appeared too heavy to support itself.


She watched as the black man walked slowly around behind her; as though stalking her. The other two crew members stayed in front, obviously keen to watch.


She felt the black man run his large hand up between her legs. She gasped out loud as he touched her wet labia; crudely pulling at her long lips. Was she actually being aroused by terror?" her mind wondered. She felt her heart stop as he sought out her clitoris with one of his fingers causing her to groan. Was it pleasure, humiliation or anguish? She groaned again as he slipped two fingers up inside her vagina. Her groans were not only because of his touch but also her anticipation of what he was going to put her through. She closed her eyes, waiting for him to enter. How would she get through this?


She felt him push his hand into the small of her back and, like the slut she now was, knew what he wanted and pushed her rear up high. She felt him spread her buttocks and could almost feel the lust in his dark eyes knowing that she was completely and crudely fully exposed to his gaze.


Her husband Andrew was still watching and despite having already ejaculated earlier felt his penis stiffen once more as he watched the big black man with his wife.


Lucy waited as the black man fondled her opening with his large penis. She could feel him rubbing the head repeatedly between her large wet labia. His long slow movements made her unable to prevent herself from feelings of becoming aroused. "No." her mind screamed at the unwanted sensation. "My husband can't see this. I can't have these feelings." She screamed to herself.


She could feel her own juices and the sperm of the previous men being mixed and spread by this black man's cock.


Then he stopped moving. Subconsciously, her mind started to protest as she felt the head of his enormous penis suddenly push against her. "If I can't avoid this, let's just get it over with." She said to herself. Although she was still partially dilated from the previous men the thought of this black savage phallus felt impossibly large.


She gasped, "No, please, no. It is toooo..." He took her breath away as he gripped her hips with his huge hands and slowly but firmly pushed his gargantuan phallus into her. He didn't do it all at once. He gave her time to adjust; to get used to it; to add to her terror.


When they both sensed it was as far in as it could go inside her all Lucy could manage to say was, "Mmmmmm." As her head moved slowly from side to side. "Ohhhhhh." She whispered. What did the sound mean? Was it an exclamation of passion? That was how her husband, Andrew took it.


She could not believe that the huge penis that had waived in front of her earlier was somehow now in her. What surprised her even more was that, although she could feel the whole length stretching her, it was bearable; as long as it didn't go any further.


Andrew was now rubbing his own erect penis once more as he watched his wife's ******* ******* by this giant savage.


As the black man started to thrust in and out, he reached beneath her and once more sought out her large labia and clitoris with his fingers. Although the men couldn't see much, the sucking sound of them pulling themselves together and apart made it apparent what was going on. There was no "slapping" sound of his thighs or abdomen against her butt because he was not entering her that far.


The other men all watched as she closed her eyes and began to moan. They listened to her groans and moans as the black man ravaged her. They watched her breasts swinging wildly beneath her as he thrust into her.


Lucy had a vision in her head of how disgusting she must be looking being used but she no longer cared. "I've got to get through this." She told herself. She could feel his pure ******* lust with each stroke and the sensation of his huge penis combined with his fingers between her wet labia.


The men listened as her gentle mewing grew into moans. They started to increase in volume and pitch until she was screaming almost uncontrollably. The screams came in bursts, perfectly in time with each thrust of the black man's hips. The black man stopped thrusting. Her screams diminished back into the mewing as she felt the giant phallus throbbing deep inside her and the warmth of his sperm as it filled her.


Almost as soon as she felt him finish ejaculating he pulled out of her. She suddenly felt empty. She opened her eyes as she felt a hand under her chin, encouraging her to lift her head.


The other two crew members were still there in front of her. She sat back on her heels, feeling the black man's sperm start to dribble from her, instinctively knowing what the other two wanted.


The first of them moved closer and pushed his erect penis between her partly open lips. He held her head and roughly thrust the tip into her mouth. She nearly choked as it touched the back of her throat. She just sucked hard and swallowed as she felt his thrusts become more and more urgent. She felt his scrotum slapping against her chin as he suddenly ejaculated into her throat. He quickly withdrew and, before she had time to recover, his colleague had taken his place. Once more she felt her head being gripped hard as he pushed into her mouth. She felt him start to thrust harder and was preparing to take this second load of sperm into her throat when suddenly he withdrew.


There was a momentary delay as his penis plopped from her mouth and he gripped it with his hand.


"Put your head back. Stick out your tongue; farther." She did what she was told. With her head back, and her arms behind her supporting her, she opened her eyes and looked up at him just as the first spurt went over her tongue and hit her on her forehead. He then continued to ejaculate all over her face until it was dripping from her chin, nose, cheeks and forehead. As the eruption began to subside, she cradled the tip on her tongue and the last few shots filled her mouth. She had no choice but to swallow or drown. Her nose had fluid in it. When she had finished, somebody handed her a towel. She began to wipe the foul stench from her face and hair.


She just sat there looking around at all the men who had just used her. The humiliated woman blushed in embarrassment and disgust as they started to applaud.


"Well done Lucy," said Paul, "Maybe next time we'll get more adventurous!" "Next time?!" exclaimed Lucy, you said I just had to star in one movie. "I don't remember specifying how many movies Lucy. It all depends on how much money we make from this one."


Paul removed her restraints. Her husband came over with two towels; one wet, one dry. He wiped her down; removing the smell of semen from her. He wiped the now smeared airbrush mask make-up from around her eyes. She felt several flashes from the men's cell phones go off as she stood; still naked, but clean and recognizable. Andrew put the hooded wool cloak over her and pulled the hood up over her. They did not bother to button it. He walked her, still naked, to the car.


A week later a package was delivered to Lucy's house. Andrew had gone out earlier so she was alone. She opened the package and found a note from Paul and a DVD. The note said, Dear Andrew and Lucy, here is your copy of the DVD we made last week. Andrew, I think you will agree that Lucy is a star. I'll let you know soon how successful it is and how much of your debt is paid off.


Lucy then removed the plain wrapper from the DVD and felt her heart jump. The cover had the title, "Banker's Wife" The face of the cover had a glamorous head shot of her. It could have been a cover of Vogue; Mademoiselle, or Ladies Home Journal. It was very tasteful.


Lucy could not resist the temptation to watch the DVD. She put it into the machine and sat back to watch. As she watched the opening scenes she felt very humiliated and disgusted at what she had agreed to do. She could clearly see the look of delight on Paul's face in the scene where he had her crudely displaying herself to all the men.


She watched the whole movie with the stark realization that the woman behaving like a complete slut was her.


She watched the final scene with her kneeling on the floor and wantonly thrusting her backside at the black savage driving himself into her and all of her feelings of disgust and humiliation. She thought about the smirks she had noticed from Andrew's friends when she went shopping. Now she knew what the whispers were about.


Her feelings of humiliation and despair were interrupted when the phone rang. The caller ID told her it was Paul. "Hello?" she answered.


"Lucy, this is Paul. We're going to a show tonight; you, your husband and me. We're going to 'Gabriella's.' You know how to dress. We discussed it before you left last time." Lucy's "O ... O ... Okay," was barely a whisper as she put down the phone.


She went to the bedroom; took a shower and changed. When her husband came home, he saw her come down the stairs. She wore the grey high heeled boots that stopped just below her knees. Her button front dress was the one with the hem that stopped just at her thumb tips. He had watched Paul cut off the bottom and top buttons. He knew she had no underwear or bra. Anybody could tell. The form fitting silk dress had come from "Madam Gabriella's" and had been tailored to fit her. The low scooped Décolletage front barely hid the pink areolas. Lucy had her small clutch purse in one hand and fidgeted nervously with the end of her long French braid.


"You look positively ravishing." Andrew said. Lucy did not smile. "Oh, it's him again; isn't it?" Lucy brushed a tear from her eye and looked down. She didn't have to answer. Andrew knew the look.


"He's taking us to the theatre tonight. I think its Guinevere's, or something."


Andrew knew. It was the adult theatre. It showed porno movies. Only this one was different. It had linen covered tables. You could order food and drinks. It had amphitheater seating. All seats could see the big screen behind the small stage. The lowest level of seating had three leather couches arranged in a "U" around a glass coffee table.


He knew what movie was going to be playing. It was Lucy, in "Banker's Wife." He knew that he, Paul and Lucy would be the guests of honor on the plush leather couches in the center of the room.


Paul would introduce them to the audience. They would watch the show. After the show, Lucy would do a re-enact ion of one of the scenes with the cameraman. Lucy would then entertain anybody willing to put up the customary and unannounced $1,000 fee; either there on the stage or in a back room. Either way, it would be filmed.


Paul escorted his wife out to the car. He opened the door for her and helped her in. As they drove off to the theatre, Lucy asked: "What time do you think we will be home?"


"We've just got to get through this, honey. We're almost through with paying off that debt." Lucy gritted her teeth. He was right, but it would never get any easier. She knew she would have to just get through it.


When they got to the theater, Paul was there to greet them. He opened the door for Lucy and Andrew went to park the car. The rest as they say ... is another story.