No, they continue to tease

You struggle in your bonds, in response to Melissa’s implied offer.

“Shame,” she comments dismissively and, flashing you a smile of insincere sympathy, she whisks your naked wife away. Your abandoned cock throbs angrily in frustrated desire as your boss and your wife romp in naked lesbian lust on the rug in front of you.

The other party guests studiously ignore your plight, tied to the chair and take in the floor show. Dan Woolley has unbuttoned his wife’s blouse and is fondling her breasts. Meanwhile, Marcia leans into him, watching the lesbian show transfixed, as her hand slides down her husband’s trousers. What you wouldn’t give to have Marcia Woolley’s smooth hands encircling your manhood right now…

Mark and Anita continue to engage in some serious heavy petting. The two teenagers now becoming almost oblivious to the goings on in front of them on the floor - but influenced by them nonetheless.

On another couch, Melanie sits beside Martin, running her fingers over then straining tent in the crotch of his trousers, whilst he nibbles her ear-lobe and fondles her breast.

Only Gordon, the other cuckolded male, stands almost aloof, drink in hand, watching his wife and yours make out on the floor. The difference is that, unlike you, the middle aged gentleman has a drink in one and can give himself surreptitious hand-relief through his pocket with the other. Your hands are tied tightly behind your back.

“Weren’t we supposed to be playing a card game?” you ask weakly, as your wife rolls on top of Melissa, chewing eagerly on your boss’s naked breast.

“Ahh, well you see, John,”begins Gordon, “the point of the game was to break this ice as it were. Make people feel comfortable with each other. Seems to have worked admirably. Some people seem to feel very comfortable. Well done.”

With that, he turns to sit beside Melanie and Martin. The pretty young secretary, whose glasses are beginning to steam up with Martin’s attentions, begins to fondle Gordon’s crotch also.

Just then, Melissa lets out a gasp of desire from under your wife.

“Will anybody help me satisfy this vixen?” she cries.