
      Donny got behind Melanie and began rubbing her shoulders.
"Well right now we can make it up to you two," he said. He moved his
hands to her waist and caressed her, then, smiling broadly and
studying the other men's faces, slowly began rubbing her tit with
one hand and her ass with the other.  Sheriff Stark was practically
salivating, and I was getting dizzy. Donny's hand dug deeper and
deeper into her ass, under it, in the crack, and over each buttock.
His other hand was now vigorously squeezing her tits.  He turned her
to give the three men a view of what he was doing to her rump, then
turned her back again after a few minutes.  "You are such a lech,"
she said to Donny, moaning as she watched the three men facing her
grow quiet and increasingly horny.  Then he lifted her skirt,
exposing her wonderful hose and garters, and lifted it more,
delighting in the exhibition of her very wicked black thong panties
and garter waist belt.  Both of his hands kneaded her ass and he
pulled t ong aside and spread her cheeks. She bent over, showing off
her rounded cheeks - - and her tight asshole and now wet pussy. As
the minutes went by I noticed how dry my mouth was, and how my pulse
was accelerating.  What had my wife turned into?  She seemed to be
enjoying herself, not merely doing this because we needed the money.

      She turned around to face them and Donny unbuttoned her
jacket. He pulled it back behind her, her arms still in it, and she
leaned back against him, her tongue licking his lips.  Underneath
was a very tight white top, tightly covering  her huge-looking tits.
Her wonderful middle was bare, tanned, smooth, buff.  "Dang!" Reggie
whispered, his mouth open.  Donny slowly pulled her jacket off her
arms and placed on it his desk, and went back to his place behind
her.  Her arms were stretched back to his shoulders. "Look at those
fucking tits," the sheriff said, staring pop-eyed.  "What'd I tell
ya?" Donny laughed, pushing them together.  Reggie and Les cheered.
"So this is Melons-ie!",  Reggie yelled.  She laughed and put her
hands over Donny's.  Donny looked at Sheriff Stark: "Ed, why don't
you sit down and you can help Mel get even more comfortable."  Ed
sat in a big leather arm chair and Melanie stood in front of him,
one knee on the chair, staring at him with a faint smile.  "Unzi
honey," she said softly, and the sheriff's trembling hands reached
toward her chest to unzip her top as she leaned her massive tits
toward him.  "Ready for them?" she said. "Oh yeah," he gasped. "You
want to see 'em?" she said tenderly, caressing his face.  He
unzipped her top and she pulled its halves aside. Beneath it was a
very skimpy, weave, black see-through brassiere, one I had never
seen before.  Half of her massive titmeat was now on display and the
modest-sized cups of the bra fit loosely at the bottoms of her
breasts, which poked through.   She shook her chest at him, her
boobs bouncing enticingly inside the bra, then looked back at Donny.
"Well boss, I think Sheriff Stark would like to see my tits."
Melanie pulled her skirt up over her broad hips and straddled Ed's
lap.

      Donny looked at Reggie and Les. "Melons-ie loves to drive guys
crazy with her body. I mean," he stopped as she reached behind her
and unclasped her bra, and her breasts tumbled out of the bra and
proudly jutted out before the sheriff's lust-filled eyes.  "I-uh-",
Donny's voice trailed off.  No one spoke as these four men savored
the sight of my wife rubbing her breasts against Sheriff Stark's
face.  After a few minutes of his sucking on them and squeezing them
Donny cleared his throat and said: "Hey Ed, maybe Mel can suck Les
and Reggie off while you fuck her. She is one hell of a dick
pleaser, aren't you, cocksucker?" The sheriff and my wife mumbled to
each other and chuckled.   I was astonished that Donny had referred
to her in such a vulgar manner.  

      But I was in for a bigger shock when Donny said: "Show them
the slap."  She stood up, stepped out of her shoes, and began
jumping up and down.  This made her big boobs bounce every which
way, sometimes causing a slap noise when her breasts hit her chest
or each other.  Then she walked over to each guy and shimmied so
that her tits bounced again.  She took the time to lean over each
guy so that she could shake her tits at him and let him do what he
wanted with them. "Now check this out," Donny said, gesturing to her
to get up on his desk.  She climbed on it and while she was on all
fours Donny got up on the desk and stood over her, leaned down, and
pulled her tits to the side as far as he could, then let them slap
together. They all sat around the desk and watched this. "Shit, this
is making me crazy," Les laughed as he crawled onto the desk under
her and enjoyed her tits coming down on to his face.  This was a
completely degrading spectacle, and it was hardly over.  There was a
b er-like wall panel that separated part of the office from the rest
and she walked over to it, without prompting, and, with some effort,
forced one tit than the other through two of the spaces between the
vertical sections of the banister.  The effect was two incredibly
emphasized slabs of titmeat, with very large nipples, squeezed in
the small spaces and exploding out again, yet snug together.  Donny
invited the sheriff and his men to play with her tits and squeeze
and slap them roughly.

      As if this weren't enough of an exploitation of my wife's
body, after ten minutes of that she walked over to Reggie and Les,
who were now sitting back on the couch openly rubbing their fat,
lock pricks, and began doing a strip show with her back to them.
She put her hands in her hair and shook her booty at them, stepping
slowly backward so that she was now between them. Their large hands
began roaming all over her ass and nylon-coated thighs, and I could
see my wife, who was already worked up from what was going on, was
thoroughly enjoying the sensation of four hands all over her
backside, under the skirt, between her thighs and aggressively
squeezing her ass.  Looking back at them, she unzipped her skirt and
stepped out of it.  Reggie began kissing her butt, then Les joined
him. Donny sat on his desk, smiling.  "Sheriff, notice how Mel loves
that ass worship."  Sheriff Stark began unzipping his trousers, and
said: "She's is giving me the biggest hard-on I have ever had."
"We'r e to please our customers," Donny said.

      Melanie looked over at the sheriff. "You want to fuck me?"
This slammed into my chest like a two by four, yet I shuddered at
the wonderfully sultry sound of her voice, remembering how excited I
once was to hear her talk that way to me over the phone when I was
courting her.  A special category of women has voices that naturally
beckon and get your juices flowing, really flowing, and Melanie is
in that group.  It's not just a 1-900 voice, which is staged, but a
real one - one that can't help seducing you.  She knelt on the couch
with her ass facing him, its lucious cheeks swaying, her pussy,
shaved, sliding with wetness.  She looked at him intently, and
laughed when the sheriff walked toward her with his hard cock out, a
thick, red, shaft that certainly was bigger than mine. He pulled his
balls out and stroked himself slowly.  He walked around to face her
and slapped his dick against her lips.  "Blow me first," he said
commandingly, and she promptly inhaled him, slowly moving her tching
mouth back and forth.  His shirt off and his pants down to his
knees, Reggie lay on the couch between her legs,  eating her pussy
and playing with her tits, which overflowed in his hands.  Les was
half kneeling to her left and grabbing her buttocks, while competing
with Reggie for access to those big knockers.

      Then Sheriff Stark got behind her, and said: "Reggie, fuck her
while she sucks Les's dick.  I'll wait my turn because I want to
make up for not showing you that tape."  "Hey, after giving you head
I was looking forward to all that cock in my cunt," Melanie
complained, as Reggie was now positioning himself behind her and
rubbing his oversized, super thick prick against her butt.  The
sheriff snickered: "I first want to see you take all that black
dickmeat, and there's a ton of it, darling."  Donny now had his hard
cock out, and stood next to the sheriff.  "Oh, yeah, Reggie, fuck
her!" he yelled. Then he whistled.   "Look at her swallow Les," he
said.  Melanie's ass cheeks oscillated wonderfully like jell with
the growing thrusts in her pussy.  She whimpered loudly, her mouth
stuffed with ebony manhood. She and Reggie were fucking deeper now
and she sometimes turned around and yelled at him to fuck her
harder, her hand sliding furiously on Les's very long dick.  "Let me
have some o t pussy," he said to Reggie,  and they changed places,
sweat now dripping off of Reggie onto her dampening body.  "Fuck me
baby," she muttered to Les as his cock found its way slowly into her
vagina. She backed her ass into him, crying: "Just keep all that
dick in me, and I'll do the work.  God you guys are big.  Oh fuck,"
she laughed, looking over at Donny. "You like watching me get fucked
like this?"  "I'm about ready to come in your face, that's how
much," he said.  "Too bad your husband isn't here to watch all this
non-erotic massaging."  She laughed, gripping the cock in her hand
lovingly: "He'd rather fuck the computer than me," she said.  This
was getting to be too vile for me.  But I couldn't leave.

      Then the sheriff began fucking her, real hard, and as she
gasped and screamed with pleasure Les and Reggie took turns feeding
their manly fleshtubes into her hungry mouth.  Donny was stroking
his schlong and approving of her technique of licking the head of
each cock, kissing its full length, then swallowing it to the pubic
hair.  "She's such an inspiration to the sales team here," he said
proudly, panting as he jacked himself, "she really knows how to suck
a cock."   This wicked scene went on for a while, until she had a
hand on each prick and, staring up at the deputies, jacked them
furiously.  I saw how the health club had paid off in the muscles in
her arms, they looked so shapely while she pleasured these men.
"Why don't you shoot some hot cum all over my face?  Would you like
that?"  Her cooing sounded so dirty.  Reggie was gasping now and
managed to say: "You really dig all this cock don't you?  You're
just a big titted tease with a hot ass, ain't that right baby?"  Her
f ontorted with the exquisite delight of the sheriff's cock never
letting up as it banged her silly.  "I think I need cock all the
time," she smiled. "And you get it, you fucking whore," Donny
whispered hoarsely.  They were all grunting like animals.  Then, as
if timed in advance, Reggie and Les began to curse loudly and blew
huge loads of hot semen all over my wife's face, as she was being
slammed from behind by Sheriff Stark.  The deputies slapped their
cocks against her face and stuffed them into her loving mouth.  As
she bounced from the fucking she looked up adoringly at Les and
Reggie, strings of jizz hanging from their pricks and her face.

      The sheriff took his pants off and made her lie on the couch.
She lay in the middle of the couch and he mounted her with his cock
between her tits.  Melanie grabbed them immediately and wrapped
their fluffy fatness around his dick, and laughed between her gasps
as he began to fuck her breasts.  Donny, now also without pants,
knelt behind her and held her head up so that she could lick the
sheriff's cockhead as it poked out of the tops of her oversized
tits.  Now the sheriff was pushing them together as his strokes
intensified and she reached around, eagerly, to grope for Donny's
cock and balls.  Donny sat up on her face so that his nuts were
plopped down on her eyes and nose.  She played with his cock and
stared at Sheriff Stark's crazier and crazier fucking of her tits.
She still had cum all over her face.  Then he came, with a loud
yell, and more gobs of semen landed on her neck and chin.  When he
dismounted she looked at her tits and played with them, and said:
"Shoot it on ts, Donny."  After a few minutes Donny groaned and four
heavy strings of sperm splatted onto her face, neck and chest.

      The sheriff and the deputies got their clothes back on and
smiled down at her, getting aroused all over again at the sight of
my wife playing with the cream, squeezing her tits and licking cum
off them.  "It was very nice, uh,  'meating' you, baby," Reggie
said.  "Yeah, very nice," Les said.  Sheriff Stark turned to Donny,
who now lay back at his desk, smiling.  "Donny, I knew this was the
place to order those new vehicles.  You run a hell of a dealership."
"Why thank you sheriff.  But all the credit goes to people like
Melons-ie," Donny said.  "Good night, Melons-ie," the sheriff said
to her, "may we come to you if we need more help?"  "I hope so - and
you'll come in me," she grinned. 

      When she finally arrived home that night I acted as if nothing
had happened.  I was too tied up in knots to put words together, and
to confront her.  And she showed me a huge commission check that she
had gotten for selling cars to the county.  I was becoming a
prisoner. I loved her too much, but I was beginning to hate her, and
myself.  And I was becoming strangely possessed by a feeling of
sexual excitement.  I fell asleep with my face in her crotch.

      A week later there was a special annual sales party at the
showroom, with VIP guests invited. This was a catered affair,
champagne and live music. And it was an occasion to kick off the new
models, particularly the 19-foot Ford Excursion, this huge SUV the
company had rolled out.  I decided I would go, although I had mixed
emotions.  What convinced me was not any delusion that Melanie's
behavior was an aberration, or any sense of spousal loyalty.  It was
the fact that she had described the gathering as formal, and the end
of a regional business meeting, with guests from other dealerships,
and more importantly regional sales bigwigs. She was tickled pink
because Central Ford was contemplating a special award to her for
the best sales record for one month ever achieved by anybody in the
history of the dealership.     
	  
      The first few hours were actually very elegant. There was
chamber music, for God's sake.  Very good food, and indeed
champagne, that Melanie was guzzling.  The visual highlight of the
affair was my wife. She wore a long dress that could have melted the
polar ice cap. It was dark purple, and painted on her. It had a long
gash on the left side running up to her thigh. A separate matching
top was a daring bra-sized garment, with shoulder straps and a strap
across the back, with very supportive material that made her breasts
stand out remarkably. No bra underneath. Her hair was done up in a
very sexy perm and she wore spike high heels and those eye catching
gold earrings.  She was breathtaking, as usual.  

      I met all the salesmen and the ones I had already encountered,
Vince and Donny, were all smiles and glad-handing. "How do you like
that new Excursion?" Donny called out to me, beaming, and looking
over my shoulder at the shiny red monster on a rotating circular
elevated floor brought in for the occasion.  I met these guys' wives
- soccer moms and hockey moms - and felt the urge to dash through
the details of their sexually predatory husbands' activities. But
nothing came of it.

      Around ten this party seemed to shift gears in a way that
filled me with dread. Bach was replaced with contemporary rock, the
wives were kicked out, and the guys left, around thirty or so
half-wasted maniacs, got a little rowdier. Now it was all sales
personnel, i.e. all male except for one increasingly flirtatious
exception: Melanie. She was the star of the show all along - men
gravitated to her constantly - and I noticed that every man in the
place was always half staring at her, no matter what they were
doing. And she seemed to sparkle when men came up behind her and
made lewd gestures or touched her while we were chatting with
someone.  After we hit ten o'clock she got restless, lusty and
anxious to tease. She would yawn, stretch for some other reason, run
her hands through her hair, or find some other pretense to make her
chest even more titanic than it was, and it sure stirred these guys
up.  It was amazing to be standing there, watching someone grab her
breasts or ass from nd - a person she couldn't see - and her
reaction was hardly anger. Far from it. She pushed her ass toward
the unknown fondler and would moan and, sometimes closing her eyes
and grinning, say things like: "Mmmm, who's back there?"   It
occurred to me that the trappings of high class behavior from
earlier in the evening were out the window, and I was trapped in a
very wicked situation that was heating up steadily.

      I grumbled about leaving, but Donny insisted that I stay. I
was quite apprehensive about the prospect of what lay ahead but he
and Vince handed me another drink.  "Your wife is about to have her
day in the sun," Donny smiled.  "You're not going anywhere."   I
turned around and cringed as I noticed Ozzie, the guy who had
fondled my wife at our apartment. He spotted me and cheerfully
greeted me. "Hey, where's that hot wife of yours?"  Despite all the
shocking things I had seen I still had room to object, and I said:
"If you're referring to Melanie, my wife, she's around somewhere."
Out of nowhere came Melanie, all smiles, with Donny, his arm around
her, and Brad, his arm around her.  We were standing in a circle,
the three of them, Ozzie, and me.  She threw her arms around Ozzie,
yelling: "Hey Mr. Jumbo!".  They kissed deeply for what seemed like
a minute, tightly embracing.  Then a stocky, middle-aged man with
silver hair joined us.  "Rusty! We wondered if you were going to
show Brad laughed.  "Where the hell were you?"  Rusty had his eyes
on Melanie as he hugged Brad, then Vince.  "Sorry guys, couldn't get
away."  Then I heard him say to them, as he continued staring at
Ozzie and Melanie kissing: "Is this her?"  "Oh yeah."  "I want to
meet her, and her tits."

      Vince yelled: "Hey Melanie, someone wants to get introduced to
the three of you." She released Ozzie and turned to face Vince, Brad
and Rusty.  Rusty smiled at her and his eyes fastened their gaze on
her chest.  Rusty said "Wow!", his eyes widening to the hilt, he
turned to Vince and shook his head and whistled.  Vince pulled her
toward Rusty, and I was struck by how much she was holding herself
to make her chest stick out.  "Melanie, meet Rusty. He's our Western
Regional Vice-President."  "Hi," she said, standing next to him,
shaking his hand, placing her other hand on his.  Vince stood her in
front of Rusty, who put his hands on her waist.  "Why don't you kiss
me like you kissed him?" Rusty said.  She smiled: "My pleasure," and
turned her head back toward his, stretching her tongue out toward
his lips. Their kiss got them caressing each other and soon the
others were making encouraging comments and whistles.  I watched as
Rusty's hands fondled her generous tits and I spoke up. ink those
hands are in forbidden territory."  I was hoping my wife would show
some discretion and at least move his hands onto her waist.

      But she moved closer to him, her hips grinding against his
crotch.  Rusty kept playing with her breasts but pulled away from
her face and looked at Vince, "Who's this guy?" he asked, pointing
to me.  "Oh that's her husband.  Sounds like your hands are doing
things he doesn't approve of."  "Well, shit," Rusty said to me with
a grin, acting courteously, "I don't want to rub her the wrong way."
I heard chuckles.  "And you're the one who watched her close the
deal with the sheriff's department, right?"  More chuckles, then
Vince offered me a high five.  "He watched the whole fuckin' thing,
without a peep," Vince laughed.  She looked at me with wide, hard
eyes, but I couldn't look at her or anybody in the face.  Rusty went
on, regarding me closely: "I think you're not being politically
correct.  Don't you think Melanie should have the final say?"  The
others agreed.  "How about it, chief, doesn't a woman have control
over her own body?" he said, rubbing his hands over her buttocks, a
turned her back to me and bent over, sticking her hind end out.
"But she's my wife," I mumbled.  He stared at me as his hand grabbed
her ass, which was now grinding against his hand.  "I think we
should ask your wife about what is forbidden territory," he frowned
and scratched his head as if carefully considering my protest. He
pulled a chair over and set it down so that he was sitting directly
behind her butt.  Brad was to her right, moving his fingers up and
down her back. To her right another salesman was sitting at a table
she was leaning on with her arms, and I heard her say "hi stud" to
him and welcomed a kiss from him.

      "OK, let's see." He looked back at me as both his hands worked
over her buttocks, then one hand sliding underneath  her ass and
digging in, while the other reached in front of her and pressed her
ass into his cheek. "Melanie, your husband wants me to stop.  Are my
hands out of place?"  For an answer she turned to look at me, then
him,  put her hands in the waistband of her dress, and slowly pulled
it down to a point just below her fat, sassy, round ass.  She had
nothing on underneath, and her buns looked so incredible, so
lucious, and so sinfully on display to all these men.  I walked over
to her and objected. "Melanie, why are you doing this?  Maybe we
better go."  She looked at me with a wicked grin. "I think you
better get used to it.  If you can't, maybe they'll let you play on
one of the computers here."  Vince laughed: "Hey pal, I think she
really likes this," and soon Rusty's hands were all over her naked
ass.  Rusty raised his voice and the others grew quiet.  "So I think
so many words," he said,  spreading her cheeks and kissing and
licking her, "she's saying 'I really, really like it'."  Then he
slapped her ass with a smack that brought cheers from the gathering
salesmen and said: "Melanie, turn around again. I want to see those
incredible tits."  She slowly pulled the dress back up, writhing in
it as she did - more yells and whistles - and faced him as he stood
up.  He grabbed her breasts from underneath and lifted them so that
they half popped out of her top.  "Honey, these are just huge," he
said, and he pushed them together, laughing and saying: "Goddamn.
Unbelievable....I am getting a very hard cock," he said, "Ever since
I have watched your videos, courtesy of Donny, I have been saving my
sperm for you."  He pulled one tit out of the bra-top, and the
exposed breast was aimed almost at the ceiling because of the
material pushing from underneath it. As he squeezed it and sucked on
it he turned to me and said: "Ask your wife if I should take my han
ds off of these big fuckin' boobs."   I was petrified at what she
would say, but I did it. "Melanie, you're my wife.  Tell Rusty to
take his hands off your breasts."

      To my relief, she pushed his hands away.  "My husband is here
and doesn't like your hands on my tits," she said soberly, an
apologetic expression forming on her beautiful face.  He laughed:
"Oh really? I thought you were a team player at Central Ford.  Fuck
him."  "I don't want your hands on my tits now either," she then
said, but suddenly pulled her top off and threw it behind her.  "I
want your cock in between them instead. Sit down and let me suck you
off."  The group of about thirty guys went wild. I was a nervous
wreck.  There she stood with her massive knockers, their nipples
seeming as big as some women's breasts.  She put her hands in her
hair and let it down, then energetically jerked her shoulders back
and forth, making her tits jiggle wildly, while watching him sit.
Then she leaned forward, staring down at him, and shook her melons
against his head as he groped for his fly and pulled out his penis.
She mashed her breasts around his head, covering it with all that
wond ly ample titflesh.  She got on her knees, and buried her head
in his lap.  Then he stood, and she hungrily pulled his pants down,
squeezing his ass as she stroked his dick stem and licked its head.
She fondled the full length of his cock with one hand and caressed,
then licked his balls. I was stunned to see how proficient she had
become in giving blow jobs. She spat all over his cock several
times, then made him spit on and lick the area between her breasts.
"Want me to fuck your cock with my tits?" she said.  He muttered
something I could not hear - the cheering and racket was getting out
of hand - and sat down in the chair.  She scooted closer on her
knees and wrapped her tits around his hard prick. I could not
believe how skilled she was at this as well.  Amid the boisterous
and vulgar encouragement of her co-workers and total strangers, she
bobbed her chest up and down on his cock. It went on for about ten
minutes.  Then he came in several thick shots of semen, an unusually
heavy load of his juice launched in between her tits. Some landed on
her neck and her chin.  He lay back, relishing this great sexual
pleasure. She rose and leaned toward his face and kissed him, then
stood and laughed, yelling to nobody in particular: "Whoa! How many
gallons was THAT?"

      After the applause, Donny came over and said: "Hey babe, it's
show time."  He pulled her toward a small stage near the Excursion.
There was barely time for her to clean herself off. Someone helped
her get her top back on, and she walked onto the stage with Donny.
"All right guys, listen up," I heard Donny say through a cordless
microphone.  "Once in a while we get lucky around here and recruit a
real star.  Those of you on the Central Ford team know that
Melons-ie has made a real difference for all of us."  I was ashamed
that he was referring to my wife with that nickname in front of all
these people.  "Oops," he said, "your hubby's here, Melanie.  I
don't want to use a sexually suggestive term that draws attention to
your," then he stood behind her and grabbed her tits, beaming out at
the crowd.  Melanie put her hands over his and pushed down on them,
leaning back into his chest.  The men burst into cheers and
applause.  Vince nudged me: "Told you she likes that nickname."  Br
oked over at me grinning and made the gesture of cupping his hands
at his chest, raising his eyebrows.

      Donny clipped the microphone to her top and continued:
"Melanie, you have racked up - oops again - the best sales month
anyone has ever had.  You just really know how to suck up the sales
- sorry!" It was so disgraceful to see my wife actually laugh at
these sophomoric jokes.  "What I mean is you have filled your
position so well, you have jiggled your way into our hards, I mean
hearts - I'm sorry!  Well anyway, in appreciation for your efforts,
I am handing you these keys to a 1999 Expedition, fully loaded, with
insurance paid on it for the next five years. Congratulations!"  He
looked down at her tits: "Stick 'em out," he said.  She obliged and
he said: "I love 'em'", and then pulled the top forward and dropped
the keys into her cleavage.  She screamed gleefully and threw her
arms around him, leaving them there for the moment.  They kissed
real sloppy while everyone applauded.  She pulled her top away from
her tits and looked down at the keys and smiled.  "Donny," she said,
squ g her tits together, rolling the breastmeat as her hands worked
her chest.  "How can I ever show my appreciation for this generous
award?"  "Well --- let me think ---," he grinned, looking out at the
audience and then toward the ceiling.  She looked out at the other
men and pushed her tits out toward him, then slid her hands under
her top and began playing with them.  "What can I do?" she purred,
coyly gazing out at the other men, licking her upper lip slowly,
"This is so nice of you."  Wolf whistles and vulgar calls were
getting louder.  She yanked her tits out and her thumbs and index
fingers pulled at and then stretched the nipple flesh upward.  "Why
don't you demonstrate one of your sales tactics," he smiled.  "I
think everyone here is dying to find out how you broke all the
records.  Suppose I'm a reluctant customer.  How do you work on me?"

      Without hesitation she got down on her knees and began licking
the crotch area of his pants.  "All right!" someone yelled.  She
unzipped him and slowly took out his dick, fondling it while she
looked out at the audience.  Then she began to lick and kiss the
head and gently play with his testicles, never breaking eye contact
with the aroused crowd.  The microphone picked up every little sound
of her sucking him off.  His dick almost completely erect, she
pushed her face against it, and closed her eyes as he shook it at
her and ground it into her nose and eyes.  She wrapped her arms
around his hips, squeezing his ass cheeks.  Then she fastened one
hand on the base of his cock and began swallowing him whole, slowly,
her mouth taking it all, then back to the head, then taking it all,
in and out, for what seemed like quite a few minutes. Donny called
out: "Melanie, you just love dick, don't you?"  More hoots and
hollers.    She murmured: "Hmm Hmm," and pulled up her skirt slowly,
then with her legs bent and extended in front of her, and leaned
back with her hands planted on the floor behind her, her chest half
bare, the straps having  lazily fallen off her shoulders.  "Your
slutty mouth could take a horse cock, right babe?" he asked as he
pushed his meat into her face.  She laughed, nodding, and said "shut
up and give me that prick," in a baby voice. Her head and mouth did
all the work, kissing, licking and sucking his rock hard prick, it
sometimes bobbing in front of her. She shook her chest, her tits
jiggling, and when that got them going even more she did it several
times while fellating him in front of me and all these increasingly
filthy-mouthed car salesmen.

      Every smack of her kisses on his dick, every suction sound,
every whimper, came through the sound system with a jarring clarity
and fidelity.  When they weren't watching transfixed the guys were
erupting with a lusty commotion.  She then knelt again, grabbed his
genitals with her now frantic hands, and moved her mouth over his
cock more and more vigorously.  Donny moaned several times, yelled
"oh fuck!", and his purple rod shot cum down her throat, judging
from his cries of pleasure.  "Oh yeah!" someone hollered.  "I can't
believe she ate the whole thing" another laughed.  Then she faced
the audience and, eyes closed, her left hand still working his dick,
let a huge mass of semen drip off her lip and down her chin. She
scooped most of it up with her hand  - and slurped it back into her
mouth. These people went bananas.  A wave of humiliation swept over
me. I simply could not believe what I was seeing.

      She stood up, to boisterous cheers.  Donny did an exaggerated
collapse on the stage, his tongue hanging out.  Brad stepped up to
the podium to the right of him and Melanie.  "All right!" Brad said,
"Thank you for showing us how appreciative you can be, honey, and I
am sure I speak for everybody here - even your spouse - when I say
that you are one hell of a cocksucker."  Amid the enthusiastic
cheers she blew him a kiss.  "Now why don't you show us this new
SUV?  Inspire us to make this the biggest selling car in its class
for 1999-2000."  She spoke softly: "Are we ready to begin?"  "Oh
yeah," Brad replied, and lowered the lights, except for special
lighting over and inside the Excursion, which sparkled with its
newness.  Melanie swayed her way over to the side of the vehicle,
her high heels thrusting her ass out enticingly.  Intense but not
too loud rap music began.  She posed by raising her left leg - that
was facing the audience - and resting it on the edge of the back
seat on ight side of the car, her high heel glistening with a nasty
erotic impudence, and began to rub her completely exposed thigh and
left buttock.  She looked out at the crowd, and talked in a highly
seductive, schoolgirl voice.  "Hi guys. I don't know why Central
Ford picked me to do this presentation," she smiled.  The crowd's
din had simmered down; its impulses were restrained momentarily -
but guys were looking at her more possessively, inching toward the
stage, moving in.   "What do I have to offer?"  As everyone around
me buzzed and made obscene proposals to her, she turned her ass
outward to them more, and her left hand slowly, sensuously rubbed
her buttock and her thigh.  "I just don't know why ME. I'm boring."
"Show us the back end!" someone yelled.

      Melanie strolled over to the back of the Excursion, which had
a ladder on it leading to the roof.  She began to climb,  her right
leg straining against the fabric of her tight dress.  "So hard to
climb this way.  Well guys, here's the back end." She pawed her butt
with one hand.  "Can't see the back," someone complained.  She
slowly raised the hem of her dress, swaying slowly back and forth,
her ass twisting luciously.  The higher that hem went the louder the
buzz. When her dress was at her waist, her naked butt jutting out as
she stood on the bottom rung of the ladder, Ozzie jumped up on the
stage and buried his face in her ass. Another guy, also Black, came
on to the stage and the two of them licked and kissed her buns and
her asshole. "Oh you bad boys," she giggled, after about five
minutes of this adoration, and then she slowly climbed the ladder to
the roof of the Excursion.  Over the moving rack was installed some
sort of a large bed, its front perched behind the sunroof.  

      To the wild applause of the assemblage Melanie strutted around
the roof of the Excursion, doing a strip tease with her dress but
leaving her bra-top on.  Guys whistled and otherwise went crazy when
she jumped out of her high heels for about five minutes and jumped
up and down on the bed, making her chest bounce so that her tits
practically hit her in the face.  She thoroughly enjoyed posing
provocatively, playing with her tits, rubbing her crotch and clearly
it was no act for her to throw her head back, eyes half closed, her
mouth open. Then she knelt on the bed, and got down on all fours,
stroking her clit until she came.  Her comments to herself like "I
can't believe how fucking wet I am," or "I just love to play with
myself in front of these guys,"  were resonating wickedly in my
ears. Her whimpers, her pleading for "hard cock", and her orgiastic
cries filled the showroom over the sound system.  The stage began to
revolve slowly and Ozzie climbed up on the roof, his face rivet her
beckoning ass.  He pulled out what certainly was the biggest cock in
Colorado.  The other man climbed up behind him, and he was no slouch
in the dick department either.  "Hey, are you following me?" Melanie
said, looking back and up at them as they disrobed. She played with
her asshole and her twat. As they stood behind her, showing off
their hulking Black physiques, she looked out at us with an "oh oh!"
expression on her face, an index finger pointing into her cheek.
Ozzie knelt in front of her face and she eagerly took his oversized
cucumber-like schwantz in her mouth.  The other man knelt behind her
and very vigorously began to eat her ass, also slapping it and
rubbing each cheek all over his face. As I watched my wife on top of
this SUV with these two men at her face and butt I gulped and,
seeing no end to the humiliation, recognized that this vehicle
display was designed to get her up on the roof, on the makeshift
bed, to have practically anonymous sex in front of all these men.

      I went to Donny, who was now standing with some guys from
another dealership. "This has got to stop," I said to him, "This is
completely out of control."  By now Melanie was doing her best to
deep throat Ozzie, and the other man was entering her and fucking
her slowly. Her moans of pleasure were painfully amplified with the
microphone.  People had grown quiet when she jacked herself off
earlier and were restraining their yells and cheers so that they
could hear her - and them - express the increasingly synchronized
cries of the fuck and the blowjob.  Ozzie's knees were planted over
the sunroof as she sucked him off enthusiastically.  Donny looked at
me: "You know you've got one hell of a wife here!" he smiled. "Would
you stop this?" I persisted.  He was staring, trancelike, at her and
laughed: "You don't seem to get it.  Your wife LOVES this.  She is
having a total blast acting like a working wife nympho, letting
anyone grab her hot ass and tits, insisting on getting fucked.  She
t it all here - great job and great sex - and what are you giving
her?"  He put his arm around me, yelling over the din:   "If you
want the best seat in the house, get inside," he said, pointing to
the Excursion. "If you don't like what she obviously likes, you
won't have to see."  I thought he was being patronizing and rubbing
my nose in it, but I couldn't stand this anymore, and short of
leaving, the least of all evils was to sit in the Excursion, maybe
try to talk some sense into her.  Reluctantly, with some crowd
reaction, I got in the passenger side of the vehicle.
 
      It was a relief to not have to see her like that, but my
relief was short-lived.  I tried to resist but inevitably looked
straight up throught the sun roof and saw her huge tits bouncing
with the thrusts of her fucking.  I saw most of Ozzie's king-size
prick stuffed into her mouth, then saw it slide out to the head,
which she licked and kissed lovingly.  "Oh yeah, fuck me harder,"
she cried, and then I heard Ozzie grunting uncontrollably.  "I just
love this prick in my mouth," she said.  "Fuck my face. Oh yeah," I
heard, then grunts and moans of her voice muffled by the stiff slab
of beef thrusting into the mouth.  Then she looked up at him, almost
hysterically took his cock in her hand and, gripping it tightly,
jacked him, her body jerking as the other man rammed her pussy.  She
was desperate for his ejaculation, pleading with him to come.
"Shoot that stuff on me, oh God I want it!", she cried.   Then, with
a few great jerks, Ozzie shot cum all over her face and in her hair.
A dripped down onto the sunroof.  She sucked him dry, fondling his
now empty balls.  Then what seemed to be the other man's dick
replaced Ozzie's and I heard Melanie yell: "Sure would like more
dick!"  Soon she was moving rhythmically with the strokes of new
cock in her, and it was strangely fascinating to see her getting
fucked by someone, unless I missed something, totally unknown to
her. She never looked back until five or ten minutes of steady
fucking. Then she turned, and giggled, panting: "And what's YOUR
name?"  She took on so many guys for the next hour it was difficult
to count, and the sun roof became so thick with semen I couldn't see
what she was doing to whom.  Then, she leaned down, setting her
chest on the sunroof glass, and wiped her big tits around the many
gobs of cum for what seemed like ten minutes.  Brad came over to me
and said, very authoritatively: "Turn the ignition power on and push
the sunroof button over to the right."  Like an idiot I did that,
while I notice d Melanie had lifted herself up from the glass, and
then the glass slid away.

      She leaned back down and rested her arms on the same cushions
that the guys had been kneeling on while she sucked their cocks.
When she did this her massive breasts hung free through the sunroof,
down into the interior of the Excursion, cum dripping from them, the
nipples erect and caked in semen.  "Want to fuck my ass?" she
moaned. I sat and stared at her wonderfully round and full tits as
they jiggled with the increasing thrusts into her body.  Her loud
whimpers and yelling said it all - she was loving someone's dick in
her asshole.  Their fucking made the roof  vibrate.  When a second
guy took his place I began to fondle her tits, realizing how
sexually arousing this experience had become for me.  The more I
played with her breasts, sperm and all, the more lusty my feelings.
I then knelt in the seat and tried to lick her tits, straining to
squeeze the nipples into my mouth.  Then she pulled her chest out of
the sun roof opening and looked down at me.  

      "Hi honey!" she laughed, sweat dripping in gallons off of her
body. "Remember - non-erotic!"  I heard some laughter from the
group, its sex-crazed members now looking in at me while lining up
for the ladder,  and Melanie lowered her globes back down through
the opening and resumed, judging from her jerky movements and
amplified comments, getting fucked in the ass.  The carnal noises
from the roof would go on for another hour, until she was all fucked
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