He didn’t bother grabbing a shirt. The delivery guy was always the same nerdy, fat guy. Mike never spoke to him. He was not in a hurry to answer the...door because he knew that Sabine had tipped the guy and said to just leave the groceries. Mike would grab them, put them away, and then go finish his workout.As Mike opened the door to snatch the bags, he gasped as he saw a petite blonde holding two insulated bags.For a second, the girl said nothing. Then she smiled and spoke sweetly, “Hi there.. Who was that? Tracy? From work? Sounds like Tracy. No...she doesn’t live anywhere near here. So who--“It’s pouring rain can someone please answer the fucking door?” I heard the now unfamiliar voice demand. At its higher pitch and she sounded a little like the girl in the porn I was just watching. Anyway, how could she be so demanding? Was it not obvious I was trying to pretend like no one was home? I glanced over to the window beside the door. Shit. The blinds were open and, it being late at. It now remained to convince my wife.We arrived home and were greeted by Amy, My wife was cool, but I think she was nervous. Keith said hello and said she looked great and kissed her on the cheek. I took him upstairs to his room where he unpacked. When he came down we had drinks and a very good dinner, served with a respectable wine, and soon she was more relaxed, but looked thoughtful. We chatted after dinner, but soon we all headed for bed.Amy looked expectant, so I related our entire. One of the men jumped up, clearly excited at the prospect of seeing some of the beautiful ladies, myself included actually masturbating, and he undid his pants and showed his erection.He was quicker than I, and there was a momentary silence, part shock and part awe.'Ok, now me', and I dropped my skirt and knickers, stepping out of them and showing my hairy snatch, rubbing between my lips.Soon one by one they undressed and everyone of the ten people present were sitting in their places stroking.