Following the few weeks of activity with Robin and his group Lyn and I spent some time talking to each other about how we both felt. For my part I enjoyed the spectacle of her being fucked by other males, I wanted more of it, I was less bothered about playing with other females and I was not keen on her playing on her own. Lyn enjoyed the freedom of playing on her own, being the centre of attention and wanted more sex. We came up with something that suited us both, she would go out on her own but not stay overnight again, we rang Robin and explained how we had focused our wishes which he accepted. We did not hear from Robin for almost a month but then he contacted us and said he had something in mind and when were we free. Arrangements made we turned up at his house 3 weeks later. This time Lyn was blindfolded in the hall, taken upstairs while I went into the lounge which was full with 9-10 males. On the TV was the upstairs bedroom, Lyn just being taken into the room. All of us watched as she was reduced to her underwear, and her arms tied to the bed. Robin left the scene and reappeared in the lounge a few moments later got Lyn a drink and took it upstairs to feed her the liquid refreshments. Looking at the camera he motioned that the guys should come upstairs and the room began to empty, I stayed behind with I think 4 guys. What followed was of course mid blowing, Lyn providing a very personal porn film without being aware she was being filmed. Ok because the camera had been fixed you didn`t see much of the detail or close up but it was clear that she was being fucked and that she was enjoying herself. Another two of the guys meandered upstairs and a couple came back downstairs. Lyn’s underwear had long been discarded and her legs were being pulled open as wide as I have ever seen them apart as hands all took their chance to finger fuck her twin holes. As things got hotter up Lyn became more vocal using the kind of language I have only heard her use when having an argument, it was quite a revelation to hear her using the words in context….asking the unseen males to use her fully. I remember one guy had latched onto her tits and was busy slapping them from side to side, Lyn telling him to pull her nipples out as far as she could stand it. Two more guys left the room and those that had not been upstairs yet ceased their chance to use Lyn. Around this time it must have dawned on Lyn that the guys were taking it shifts to play with her and she was asking how many guys there were. Robin teasing her asked if it would make a difference if she knew, she answered no, then he said do you mean just those here in this room or those watching you on the camera. You could hear the penny drop and disbelief in Lyn’s voice as her questions were answered and she realised she was being filmed. Then Robin told her that a few more males were watching via the internet, so actually he had no idea how many men were watching her make a slut of herself. Then he removed her blindfold and she saw what I had been watching for the best part of an hour, a roomful of cock waiting their turn to fuck her silly. To her credit she took it well and responding to calls for a close up shot Robin took the camera down to a lower level for some close up shots. She was given another large brandy and she was told that the guys would be finishing off inside her but she had to pick their numbers from a bowl that was produced from the dressing table. The first 3 numbers she picked were to use her arse, the next 3 her cunt and the final 3 her mouth. As she was getting a little sore the guys were told to finish as quickly as they could. Within 30 mins she had had 3 sessions of 3 guys just using her holes to dump their cum. By 10 30pm Lyn had been bought downstairs still naked and most of the guys had left or were just about to leave. Eventually, around 11pm it was just Robin and I plus Lyn of course. Robin turned to her and asked if she had enjoyed herself, she had, and if I had enjoyed watching my wife being fucked by so many guys, I had too. Then turning to Lyn again he reminded her of an earlier conversation he had obviously had with her and asked if she was ready. Robin straddled her opened his arse cheeks and she began to rim him, Robin told me to come closer so I could watch my wife licking his arse and then she was pushing her tongue into his hole. What was just as interesting as this spectacle was her facial expressions. At first she had been apprehensive, almost a look of dread on her face, her tongue at first just gliding around his bum hole but now with more confidence she was poking her tongue into his hole with some force and the apprehension had gone from her face as her nose rose up and down his crack. All the time Robin encouraged her, what a super arse licker she was, her tongue felt good in his hole, lick it all up, she was a super whore. Turning to me he asked if I liked what he had turned my wife into, and I was told to encourage her also, telling her to eat Robins arse out, stick her tongue as far up as she could. Then Robin pulled away and turned to face her pushing his cock into her mouth, he told her not to spill a drop and he began to relieve himself. I recognised this routine from the session with Mary (the vicars wife) a few weeks ago, here was my wife drinking this mans pee, and I knew Robin would make it last several minutes as he restricted the flow so Lyn did not choke. When he was finished he sat with us. He produced 5 £20 notes and handed it to me telling me it was Lyn’s earning from the night and suggesting we should use the money to have her pussy pierced, explaining where the best place was for maximum effect. We left soon afterwards but stopped in a lay-by as I could not wait for my chance any longer to fuck the slut. It was just about 6 months since we had started this business with Robin, I knew from the session with Mary that Robin had no discernable limits; he would encourage Lyn to do more and more extreme things for as long as he could. I was unsure where Lyn’s limits were, they had certainly been brushed aside so far (in part at least). Just as importantly I was unsure of my own feelings….sometimes I wanted Lyn to become like Mary a whore of the first order, someone who like Robin appeared to have no limits whatsoever. At other times I felt we should go not further. I asked Robin to arrange a meeting with Mary as I wanted to find out from a woman’s perspective what made her such a complete whore, perhaps then I would have a better handle on my own feelings. I met Mary in a coffee shop one Thursday lunch time and we found a bench in the nearby park where we could chat without being overheard. Mary told me that she had been married for over 30 years, she had been a virgin when she got married and had been faithful until at 50 her husband had lost all interest in sex. Although she supported her husbands work she was not as committed as he and with the children now away from home she wanted more than homemade jam and cheese and wine parties. She reasoned that she didn`t want an affair with the emotional consequences but she needed the physical sex and she began going on line to look at various sites. It was clear that Mary was an intelligent woman, she had been to university, and she had got into sex with her eyes wide open. Mary had had a brief relationship with some guy, enjoyed it, especially the dirtier side of sex but did not want to hurt her hubby. Eventually she had told him how she felt and to her surprise he had understood saying that he knew he could not satisfy her and that provided she was discrete she was free to indulge her feelings. So I asked, just how did she feel about being involved in the extreme things that Robin had her doing. “We are all God`s creatures” she had said, and then went on to explain that it gave her great satisfaction to know that she could give so much pleasure to others whilst enjoying herself. Our bodies and the sensations were Gods gift for us to experience and enjoy. It all sounded a bit rehearsed if you know what I mean, as if she had convinced herself that what she did was OK with God, but there was some underlying truth in what she said, life is not after all a rehearsal and far to many people die before their time. My mind was clear, I wanted to go as far as Lyn wanted to take it.