Neville just stared and watched a moment. He felt the power of the room suddenly crash into him just standing in the doorway. His groin throbbed, it ached. He had to grab it and squeeze, it wasn't even a choice. Enola's throaty moans were just the most erotic sounds Neville had ever heard ... and the magic of the room seemed to magnify the effect by a factor of a hundred  Neville just stood and drooled over her, captivated by her display. She had torn open her dress in her lust, quite literally. Neville could see the buttons dotting the carpet where she'd ripped them off. And now his wife was writhing around in private ecstasy.