Robert Mills - Slut wife

"Promise?" she asked quietly. "No more poker?"

"He's dropped from the games as of right now."

"Thanks," Sandino said. "How about bringing another girl? We can use one.

"Sure," Melissa said, remembering that Lois had said she would be free tonight.

She called Lois. Her neighbor answered after the third ring.

"I just got out of the shower. You know what? I was looking at myself in the mirror," she confided. "I don't look bad for little old mousie me." She laughed softly. "What can I do for you, honey?"

Melissa explained the call, and asked if she was interested. Lois was and that pleased Melissa. She told her to be ready at eight-thirty and she would pick her up.

"What should I wear?" Lois asked.

"Very little," Melissa said in a vein of humor. "You'll probably have to take it all off before the night is over."

Lois' reply exploded in the earphone. "Oh honey, that's marvelous. I've always wanted to attend an orgy!"

It was almost nine o'clock when she nosed the Mustang through the gate of the country club. Sandino had stated it was a late party and would be held in the large meeting room at the back of the building.

Sandino met them just inside the door. He viewed Lois with extreme pleasure and gave her body slow appraisal.

"Very nice," he said to Melissa. He led the way down the hall to the arched door of the large meeting room.

"Jim will tell you what to do," he stated. He pointed out a man in a gray business suit. "He's handling the entertainment schedule for tonight."

Melissa nodded.

"It will be a few minutes. Some of the fellows are here but the special guest and the big wigs are a little late."

"We'll mingle a little and get the feel of the group," Melissa said. "That always helps when the real party starts."

Sandino was pleased. He gave Lois another appraising stare, lingering on the thrusting curves of her full breasts, then slowly descending to her crotch. "Nice," he said. Then he left.

Melissa chose a chair along the wall, motioned to Lois to do the same and settled back to await whatever was to happen. Other girls were arriving. Young college types. Blondes and brunettes, with long hair and see-through dresses. Typical of the Coke and hamburger set. Faces free of make up and bold eyes that appeared to take in everything.

A young man followed them about the room, aiming a Polaroid camera and snapping pictures. Melissa watched, amused. It looked like the party would be very tame.

The guests were making faces at the camera and laughing hilariously at the results. The amateur cameraman wanted more.

Two of the young girls drew his attention, smiled warmly. He moved over to them, said smile, then snapped their pictures. The girls thought it was great fun. The cameraman thanked them and moved on. He was apparently becoming bolder, asking other girls to pose, instructing them to lift their skirts so he could see their legs. When they obliged, he smiled happily and snapped away. He approached Melissa.

"Let me take some good pictures of you," he suggested. "A couple of shots?"

"How?" Melissa asked suspiciously.

The young man pointed to a chair. "Sitting over there?" He squinted through the viewfinder, studying the chair, then added, "Maybe you could pull your skirt up so can get some leg."

Melissa nodded pleasantly. "I could even take it off," she suggested with an amused smile. "That would really give you a picture."

The young man stared at her wide-eyed. "Gosh! Would you?"

He was pleading with her and she felt a sense of shock to discover he believed what she had said. She felt guilty for having said it.

He was still staring at her, his fingers clamped about the camera. He appeared very serious.

Melissa felt sorry for him. He was a good-looking kid and absolutely harmless-looking. What harm could there be? It was obviously a new camera and he was very enthusiastic about it. He looked so honest and the other girls were making such a big thing of it. They were watching them and Melissa heard one girl snicker.

She said, "Sure." She went over and sat down in the chair, settled back, crossed her legs and sought a pose of casualness. She could see he was disappointed.

"I meant without… "He faltered, then started over. "You said…"

Melissa shrugged. "Why not?" She smiled. "If you want it that way." She got up, unfastened the button at the waist of the skirt, unzipped the short opening and pushed the garment down her hips. The dark vee of her pubic hair was visible through the thin fabric of her panties.

The young man beamed, realizing this was just for him. He aimed the camera. Flash bulbs burst with brilliance as he continued to shoot. All the while, he was panting and muttering, "Oh gosh, oh gosh."

He stopped shooting only when he ran out of film.

"Now, without your pants," he suggested. He slipped another pack of film into the camera and looked inquiringly at Melissa. "Just a couple shots?"

Melissa gazed into his anxious face. He looked so young, so innocent, like he had never seen a naked woman before, let alone photograph one. She shrugged. What the hell? She was getting in a party mood. She had gone this far and one more little picture couldn't make that much difference. The men m the room, would be watching her dance naked in a few minutes so what difference could it make? She pushed her panties down her legs and stepped out of them.

"The blouse?" he asked hopefully.

The blouse was removed and dropped to the floor.

The camera clicked and a picture emerged. She made another pose and it clicked again. More poses, more pictures. Men were gathering around to watch the action.

"Take one of Jimmy," someone said.

The young man put a new film pack in the camera. "Would you mind?"

Melissa shrugged again. "Why not?"

The man in the gray suit was coaxed into the center of the rapidly growing circle of watchers. He smiled at the camera. Instantly a hubbub of voices echoed in the room.

"Without your clothes! Without your clothes!"

One of the Coke-set girls reached for his belt and unbuckled it. Other girls gathered around him, removed his shirt, pulled his pants, spirited his clothing away. When they were finished, he was naked.

He gave Melissa a feeble grin.

Melissa viewed his cock with a feeling of growing excitement. It looked so shriveled, so hidden under a toll of loose skin that completely covered the end of it. She forced her face into a casual smile.

"Think nothing of it, honey," she cracked. "The night's still young."

"Stand closer together, closer together," the young man urged.

Click."Now, embracing!" Click. "Rub her tits!" Click."Finger her cunt!" Pause. "Ah come on. No one will know." "You won't show anyone else these pictures?" "Of course not." "Oh, all right."Click.

The pictures were being passed around. Giggles and loud chuckles punctuated the cries of the delighted viewers.

"Have her hold his cock," came a suggestion. Jim glared in the direction of the voice. "Maybe she don't want to."

The cameraman looked boldly at Melissa. "'Course she does. Don't you?" He waited a few seconds for an answer, then repeated the question, "Well, don't you?"

"Sure," Melissa said. She grasped his limp prick, worked it gently with her fingers. It began to swell, stretching outward and down, the head peeking out of the shroud of skin. It was growing bigger, forming a curved, sausage-like shaft. Then it hung dangling at an angle. Melissa rubbed it gently between her fingers. She could see couples in the crowd start to undress, begin to feel and fondle each other.

"Put it in your mouth!"

She went down on her knees, placed her lips over the swollen shaft.

Click.

"Now pretend like you're gonna fuck her!"

Jim placed a nervous hand on Melissa's shoulder. "It's up to you."